Why Russian doctor prayed for German prisoners

Why Russian doctor prayed for German prisonersIn my mother's family album has been 70 years of stored photos of German ladies and kids, whom she had never seen, and who had no idea of the existence of the smallest Muscovite Evgeniya Mikhailovna Cherkashina (Sokolova). And yet, she keeps these photos quite unknown to her. For what?

February 1943 … General Paulus's Sixth Army at Stalingrad ledenela. Throughout Germany collected warm clothes. In winter odezhki fund was transferred even a historical relic — a fur coat of the Bismarck. To maintain the military spirit of Colonel General von Paulus was given the rank of field marshal. But nothing could save the grouping of German forces at Stalingrad — no coat Bismarck nor Field Marshal Paulus rod …

"In January of 1943 — shows a military historian — on the terrain of the town was formed by 13-distributors camps for prisoners of Nazi soldiers and officers … The greatest number of prisoners of war had on February 2 — 91 545. After a short-lived when the number fell by a quarter, because the Nazis killed 27,078 of his wounds, frostbite and exhaustion, acquired in environment. "

— In February 1943, we, a group of graduates of the 1st Capital Medical University, called the Lubyanka — says Eugene M.. — In this powerful house, with a height which is alleged rumor visible Siberia, we were cautiously. And although no one to be blamed for a not know yet, goose bumps ran every time another hour in the hallway inspected our documents. Very languid aura was in Bolshennom House …

— We were told at the Lubyanka — continues to Eugene M. — that we are at the Department of prisoners of war and internees, and that our group will fly to Stalingrad, where Russian troops captured a huge number of German fighter. Although the diplomas we have not yet received, we as physicians zauryad distributed in the camps for prisoners of war. In one of the last days of winter, we flew on a plane such as "Douglas" in Stalingrad. It was my first flight in an airplane and even in the military sky. We flew with an abundance of long landings. Before departure us well fed and had even forgotten delicacies such as cheese sandwiches, hot strong tea with sugar. But how annoying it did not sound so rare delicacies long lingered in our stomachs: turbulence and air sickness did the trick. However, I completely acceptable road suffered hardships, and therefore in the first postcard mother reported that the flight suffered fine, but almost all had to "fly in the barn." "To run in the barn" — a voice in the village when want to say that someone was sick. My own simple-minded mother realized this parable literally and decided that our plane was occupied by the Germans put in Riga. She cried for a whole week until it was my letter of Stalingrad.

I will not delineate the ruins of this town. All around a lot of miles has been turned into a desert, snow-swept. Specifically looked so and camp Number 108/20 for the prisoners, where I was with 3 fellow students sent from the local NKVD.
Steppe around … Before the war, there was a small farm tractor factory. In large concreted vats, where previously salted cucumbers and cabbage, the Germans were sitting. These were the lucky ones, because they, at least, if not sheltered from the cold, the ice from the piercing wind. Others huddled under the eaves of the former potato clamps, some just brought down in flocks to cover at least the back. There were Germans, Italians and Hungarians, and Romanians. Romanian rescued dark fur hats like the hats. And many Germans were in the summer field cap, trimmed with a variety of rags. Look at them wished. Though the invaders of our land, but all the same people. Especially since many of these have come in the steppe by the will of another.

In miraculously survived the lodge was located and our management of the camp "infirmary".

I never thought that my first patients will be the Germans, prisoners, soldiers … in a white robe over his jacket, I went down the ladder to the bottom of the stinking concrete boilers where the people were full, indeed, packed like sardines. No guard next to me was not, of course I was a little afraid: you never know what might come to mind yesterday's "superman", and now almost mad from suffering and doom people? But they are terribly glad my visits — at least someone takes care of them. I did bandaging the wounded, gave pills unhealthy, but in most cases had to say — perdition, perdition, death … Bane of infection from blood, death from starvation, perdition from typhoid fever …

Nobody did anything Morillo their hunger for revenge in the order, as later, decades later, claimed some Western journalists. Just about everything has been destroyed by the war — hundreds of miles to lay scorched earth. Even his wounded was not always possible to give shelter, warmth, food, medicine …
For them, caught up in the days of hellish life of boilers, even though made of concrete, the emergence of the Russian girl in a white robe was equivalent to the descent into purgatory angel. They never call her "Fraulein Engel." Dying popped into her own hands photographs of wives and kids in the hope of a return to the magic of it. Everyone tried to draw her attention to himself, popped into the pockets of her dressing gown soldier crafts, handmade cigarette cases, harmonicas … The school and the institute she taught German language, because at the very least could have explained to their patients.

At one point after another bypass, more precisely, "climbed" concrete vats, Sokolova had found in the pocket svertochek small, tightly coiled Zapyataev bandage. Deployed — fell to his knees nickel silver teaspoon. On the shovels in colored enamels was depicted ocean liner of all pipes which brought down a dark smoke. Who and which of the "boilers" tucked in her pocket this gift, it was impossible to find. Spoon with photos she hid in the day or field bag.

Voluntarily or involuntarily, but the girl's doctors were willing to share the fate of those who are cured of fever. Each time after bypass patients they shot each other typhus lice. The first fell Eugene Sokolov.

— I, together with other unhealthy drove in an open truck bed in the infirmary. It took a few hours. I was lying at the edge of the board, I'm cool chill, and in addition to typhoid I caught pneumonia. Chance of survival with the "bouquet" actually was not. But I survived. Certainly, for me, someone really praying. Who? Mother, of course the …

However, prayed for her not only mom … In one of the concrete vats learned that "Fraulein Engel" to them no more will come — dropped from typhoid. Sitting there in the middle of a fighter was the regimental chaplain, which and invited all to pray for the health of the Russian girl. And he began to say a prayer. He echoed the tune all the others. Prayers of the martyrs is always intelligible. And the heavens heed to the intercession of the doomed people who asked not for myself … This prayer from the bottom of her life, she found out 10 years later, when coupled with her husband, an officer who served in the occupation forces, arrived in Berlin. At one point, a crowded area she was approached by a stranger and asked in German: "Frau Engel? Stalingrad? "She nodded in response. The man was gone in a minute and caught her with flowers in their hands. He handed her a bouquet of violets and told how "Zuber alles" whole< /strong> Chan was praying for her health …

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Why Russian doctor prayed for German prisoners

After Stalingrad, Eugene M. Cherkashina doctor working in the capital's evacuation hospital EG 5022 and has already cured the wounded Russian, who also bestowed on her his photo and his appreciation for the healing.

Now my mother, a retired captain of the medical service, went 94th year. She has three grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. And we all pray for her health and longevity. And, thank God, and she is able to clear the memory. And stores the photos on war and Stalingrad.

And I, being in the last year in Volgograd, I tried to find traces of the POW camp and found! Members pointed the way: the village Beketovka (now entered into the line of the town). Only now there is not a vegetable store, and warehouses. Last vats in which the Germans were sitting, broke down 10 years back, and stainless steel liner surrendered to the scrap. But the story is something you do not pass the scrap …

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