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Svetlana Alexievich - "I Am Loath To Recall": Russian Women Soldiers in World War II
Svetlana Alexievich - "I Am Loath To Recall": Russian Women Soldiers in World War II
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making all the women spring to their feet, and those in the upper
bunks roll head over heels with shrieks. The captain, who was our
traveling companion, was amazed: "How is it that you all have decorations for braverybut are afraid of mice?"
Back home I had to begin everything anew, even to learn how to
walk in shoes. ... In the service we had no use for skirts and preferred
trousers, which we used to wash in the evening then put under the
mattress for the night for pressing. True, they were still a little damp in
the morning and would become stiff in the frost. Even wearing a
civilian dress and shoes, I would at times instinctively want to salute a
passing officer.
We found Masha Alkhimova only quite recently, about eight years
ago.
The artillery battalion commander had been wounded, and she
went over to save him. As she crawled toward him, a shell exploded in
front of her. The commander was killed, and both of her legs were
crushed. While we were carrying her to the medical battalion, she kept
asking us: "Girls, please, shoot me. . . . Nobody would want to have me
like that." She begged us so. ... She was sent to hospital, and we went
into an offensive. We lost track of her. . . . Finally, Young Pathfinders
from School Number 73 of Moscow finally helped us find her in a
hospital for invalids. All those years she had been moved from one
hospital to another and been operated on a dozen times. She had not
even let her mother know that she was alive. Can you imagine that?
That's what war is. ... We brought her to our reunion. Seated in the
presidium, she kept crying. Then she was taken to her mother . . . and
they met after thirty years. . . .
Even now we still have nightmares that we are at war, now running
for shelter, now changing position. I wake up and find it hard to
believe that I am still alive. . . . And I don't want to recall it.
TranslatedbyKeithHammondand LudmilaLezhneva.
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