As reported by the AFPS in the region, front-line memoirs of Evgenia Nikolaevna was included in a unique publication called “the Post the book of Victory” – the history of postmen from all over Russia. On the eve of the 75th anniversary of the great Victory was transferred to the Postal Museum in Moscow.
Yevgeniya Nikolayevna we visited the house. Recent years, she began to refuse his feet.
– It used to be I could not sit still, and now more and more within the four walls. And every guest is happy, – says the hostess, laying out around himself yellowed letters, reports, award sheets, and photos. Oddly enough, the front is not among them.
– because the once in the war to be photographed-I even upset Yevgenia. Here you see one card and survived everything. Here I am with the commander and our girls in Moldova. Accidentally shot hit, went down to the kitchen where dinner all cooked, and they told me waving his arms saying, Eugene, come running to us. And has entered the frame in a white hat and an apron!
In the army Yevgenia left 22-year-old girl in the spring of 1942. Prior to this mobilization worked on the construction of the fortified area under Kuibysheva where an unfavorable outcome of the battle of Moscow was preparing to evacuate the country’s leadership. Dug anti-tank trenches, building bunkers. Back home, in Tatarstan, Tetyushi, and there are already four on the agenda at the forwarding station forward and… a bag of crackers.
– Thanks to mother-in-law – he fishes set aside. It is with the girls in the road helped, – says the veteran. – Took us for raids only at night, to the front on the breadcrumbs. In General, drank a: sleeping on the ground or slabs, covered with hay, not yet assigned to combat arms. Come to me once medrabotnitsy and say, “Zhenya, run quickly out there in the field post record!”. Well went. Room still remember – VSH 03721. And become a military postman.
the letters Evgenia Nikolaevna, a special attitude. For the war through her hands have passed thousands of bags transported. And my husband Porphyria, who left to fight in the early days, it’s only one.
We sent to the front to even see that didn’t happen. Him to the army in the 40-m were drafted. And when the war began, wrote me a note, “Come quickly, we were sent to the front.” I still got all had been taken away. Run along the pier, Reva, military much. I had to shout, maybe he was there among them, would hear.
And then came a short letter: “I Go into battle. Alive will – I will write”. But instead of letters it’s just a notice that an ordinary porphyry-old Chitaev was missing.
– In the war, everywhere is terrible! Learn to live with that fear, with difficulty returns to the thread of conversation, a military postman. – A letter of news from a loved one is like a home to visit… We have this mail sorted and passed to the censors, and then sealed and sent. Letters from the front always went first��mi. Is an unwritten rule. There were funerals. On the front of them is special. Although, when around death, and the fear of somehow dulled or something…
most girls were afraid of raids! First, at the formation part was the worst. Then all untried soldiers ran to the Church. One of the enemy pilots aimed at her, dropped the bomb, but it miraculously fell next. Later Evgenia Nikolaevna twice concussions, and even once threw the blast from the house in which they lodged, on the street. And… not a single scratch!
When they began to push the enemy and slowly move to the West – had seen: the field pitted with craters, strewn with dead bodies, both their own and the Germans. Was immediately followed by the regular units were pushed out of the mud the lorry, carrying logs, to overcome the lack of roads. Young girls-postmen worked alongside men. Food was tight, and nimble Eugene very soon determined to the kitchen. Soldiers have noticed that when she helped cook lunch somehow turned out better.
I Tried, as best he could. In each new place first of all fled to seek the lime, so pure white the kitchen area. And the Windows hang curtains from the front of Newspapers, to any to create comfort.
and So it went along with the Western front by tanks, plowed fields, through Moldova, Hungary, Romania, Czechoslovakia. The Nazis frequently attacked, tried to catch me off guard. Once I saw best part of fighting hand to hand with SS. Then the postman gave a hasty order to retreat.
In Romania, killed the driver of a mail lorry Zelenin. Soldier’s mail out of the base only at night and he in the front line ran directly into a German tank, smashi the car as a shell.
Victory Day is etched in my memory as if it happened yesterday. In the house, in which were stationed postmen, almost no furniture, and Eugene slept on the piano. Woke up from the gunfire and decided that the street is a fight. Popped up, and the soldiers firing into the air – Victory! Several postmen then even took to the office because of the shooting. But then decided not to punish severely – released.
the War Yevgenia finished in Mongolia, where he finished off the remnants of Japanese troops. There was a terrible heat, people were dying from lack of water. In boilers in the open air was enough for half a bucket of sand. To prepare dinner, required for real soldiers ‘ ingenuity.
Eugene was preparing food… underground, in the basements of houses or hastily dug dugouts. And to breathe in this fumes, wore a gas mask. When the resourceful cook told the commander of the Transbaikal front, it is suggested to submit it for the award.
In the time of peace Yevgenia continued to work as a cook. However, that was front postman, forget, – said the representative of UFPS Svetlana Zamyatina. – As long as health permitted, often came to visit our Museum of postal services and even handed in its funds some personal belongings. We are pleased that her story will be chronicled in the wartime postal workers!
