I said something that I wanted to die, and he, inhumanly terrified, waved his hands that I should go! that he didn't want to know anything due to the fact that the SS would follow me!
I crawled to the nearest barn with the pain, and with the top effort I climbed the ladder to the neighbor. Long after liberation, I felt chest pain from this feat!
The instinct of life was so powerful that even the fuff I wore turned to the left, so that the camp number and crosses, named on the chest and on the back with oil paint, were not visible. I'm delirious that somewhere out of a barrel I was taking water, and in the barn I was eating any grain or lupin or something...
I don't know if there was a teenager in Hitlerjugend's uniform that day or the next day and he asked me who I was.
- I'm Polish. I was driving with the Bauer, on the way I got sick of typhoid, and the host left me on the side of the woods.
The version was rather credible: the front was approaching, we heard clearly the canonade and the roar of the ``katish in the east! Since I spoke well in German, he brought me a large algae of bread and disputes, possibly a liter of coffee with milk. Then he said they were moving away, so if I wanted to, I could go with them.
- Boy! I'm so weak, I can't make it... I better stay in this barn...
The next morning, the tanks went wild. At first I was afraid it was Germany. erstwhile I saw a red star, I began to scream with joy - and another miracle happened: I got up on my feet!
Two red-armists got out of the tank.
- Ruki wierch!
I called and fell into the snow.
They brought me a full loaf of bread from the tank, but they asked me to eat quite a few baby. I told them, as I could - the remainder of the crew got out of the tank, and they watched me as an alien - that I was a Polish prisoner of war, and they looked at me, looked at me, nodded... At the time, I had a stubborn thought that it was essential for the russian army to kill the beast in her Berlin nest! I shared this reflection with my tankers. And you say:
- You heal, brother, breathe! You're a doctor! We utilized to pay Gitler for the tie!
I felt weak, my strength completely left me... I started breaking their bread and putting it in their mouths. Then the Dwarves took me to their field infirmary and later brought any people with wagons from Bialystok, who spoke Russian well, asking them to take care of me, or I would die. They asked hard and explained to them that I was very poor...
