My grandfather, Yuri Klimov (1922-2002) , left 3 volumes of memoirs about his life. In total, probably about 1000 A4 pages. Plus lots of photos. Recollections of my great-grandfather (my father's grandfather) - Klimov Vasilii Mikhailovich (1891-1978) - here .
All published parts: 1-I ; 2-I ; third ; 4-I ; 5-I ; 6-I ; 7-I ; 8 -I ; 9-I ; 10-I ; 11-I ; 12-I ; 13th ; 14-I ; 15-I ; 16-I ; 17-I ; 18-I ; 19-I ; 20-I ; 21-I ; 22-I ; 23rd ; 24-I ; 25-I; 26-I ;
My leg gave the patient more about yourself know, has become worrisome, especially when a lot of walking. By crossing over the Danube reached at noon. It was a fine warm and sunny September day. On the shore the boatman, the carrier bought a huge watermelon and sat down to a meal - dinner time. The boatman sat down with us. Began to talk. He was "Rusin", so in the local name nekrasovtsev Cossacks, who in the past century, the king fled from persecution in this region. He wore a peculiar, in clothes to keep something Traditional - Russian. Big beard, long curly hair, regular features - notably distinguished him from the local Romanian and Moldovan population. A long white shirt, belted sash, emphasized his powerful physique.
Here, on the military prodpunkte, we got on the food leaving certificate products for five days. Remember, we have been surprised by the German biscuit obtained instead of bread. The shape of a cookie, but only from a simple wheat flour, no sugar, in a nice package. Then we thought not of the good life, the Germans began to bake is not a tasty cookie. Now I know what we ate: they were dried, no more.
[Volume 1, page 186] City of Tulcea is located on the opposite high bank of the Danube. Our carrier, raking large oars, quickly brought us on the other side. We crossed the border and were in another state. Here reigned the Romanian language, but there were those who understood a little, and in Russian. At the railway station boarded the train, which went from Constanta to Bucharest. In the coupe was the Romanian naval officer in the illustrious form. All the way he curry favor in front of us, trying to arrange us to her. Not so long ago we were against each other, and now, was his zaikivat to the winners.
Next Day - Bucharest. Through the city on foot moved to another station. Look, stare. We went to the shops. Wondered a lot of industrial and even food goods. Such abundance we have not had before the war. In the course were Leu, which we had not. Of course, all the goods were expensive at the Romanian money. But the fact that they are. Train "Rapid" The next day we were at the terminus Giurgiu. Next traveled by rail ferry to the other side, where the Bulgarian was visible City Russa (Ruschuk). In the commandant's office found that the prosecutor's office is located in the Bulgarian town of Dolna Oryahovitsa. Again, train, and by evening we reached the desired campus. In Bulgaria, especially in Rousset, we are struck by the friendliness of touching the Bulgarians, the ability to explain without an interpreter. Pay attention to their newspapers, signs and banners welcoming, very close to the Russian language and quite understandable. All Bulgaria buried in red flags and national flags, in colors. He went through the days of his release and expulsion of the Nazis from their country. We, the Russian soldiers, they were happy and tried to entertain or welcome. I have never seen anywhere yet. And apparently, I will not.
The prosecutors have taken the next day. First, Asyamochkin handed a package delivered by the [volume 1, page 187] for them from the command-and-effect of Tiraspol, and then reported as best I could and I knew. Then he invited me into his office. Asking me to tell you everything from the beginning to the end and asked a few questions, again asked to go to the next room. Soon came the lieutenant Asyamochkin. Already on his face shows that he was pleased with the conversation with the prosecutor. "Everything will be okay" - he told me. Were told to come in about two hours to process some documents. Leg I ached for real, was shivering.
The prosecutor's office, in the presence of a lieutenant, I declared that he acted properly in office and in my actions do not constitute crimes against law. I was released from custody immediately after leaving the prosecutor's office. Joy knew no bounds. Rejoice and lieutenant and soldiers. Only overshadowed by my joy painful condition.
Conversely traveled by rail through Bucharest. There had to make a stop a couple of days. Lived in barracks that were built even the Germans on the station Gara de Nord.
Incidentally, on the point of supply for the Soviet troops met Pavel Obogrelova - my older brother childhood friend in Petukhovo - Jyrki Obogrelova.My were both glad to see, slow to talk about his destiny to each other, their relatives and friends. Obogrelovy before War left Petukhovo and settled permanently in the suburbs of Batumi. Paul graduated from college there, and Yuri continued to attend school. AND Here is an unexpected encounter in a soldier's canteen in Bucharest. After dining, I lay on my bed - bad leg - and the soldiers went for a walk with Asyamochkinym and znakoimtsya the city. In the evening, they are still laughing, telling of his adventures and the girl of easy virtue, they are seen on the station square.
[Volume 1, page 188] from Bucharest was on our way Brailov - a town on the Danube. I do not know why, it is possible that by chance, simply because there was our train, and can be lieutenant Asyamochkin, without examining the geography, came to Brialu. In order to get to Tiraspol, had to sail a boat on the Danube to g.Galatsa. This is above the Danube km. 70. Spent the night on the upper deck and chilled. I just felt sick. Fever. In the morning, going from port to railway station, had to rely on a stick. We had to rush to his native battalion, before the infirmary, where the guaranteed care and assistance.
The next morning we were on a Farm Near. As always declared the construction of the morning. I'm struggling with pain in the legs, get up in the system. Colonel Black - Commander Battalion, Lieutenant Infantry - political officer - read out an order to the battalion and I express my thanks for the alert sentry duty at the post and suppression escape.
- " serve the Soviet Union! "- followed by my response.
After that I had to lie bottom ten in the medical unit, the exemption from work.
in Middle village ready for the long migration to the city on foot and Renee Galati, where we just were. All were fitted, repaired denotes household.
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