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About half a year ago, I ran into a network for an interesting article. In St. Petersburg, a diary was found in the dump that was run by a young girl from a blocked Leningrad. I read it in the hall, from the beginning to the end.
After reading this article, I kept it. And today, let me share with you. Read everything from the beginning to the end. Read the memory. Read it once and for all to understand the horrors that war brings.

Put your hands down.

“Death of 26/IV 1942, our daughter Miletta Constantinovna, born 11/VIII 1933, is 8 years and 15 days from birth.
And Fedor lived from 7/IV 1942 to 26/VI 1942 - 80 days...
26/IV daughter died at 1:00 in the morning, and at 6:00 in the morning, no drop of milk was breastfeeding Fedor. The kid's doctor said, "I'm happy, or the mother (i.e. I) would have died and left three sons. "Don't pity your daughter, she's a punk, she'd be dead at eighteen, necessarily..."
Well, since there's no milk, I've been to the Blood transfusion Institute on the 3rd Soviet street since I've been a donor since 26 June 1941. As a pregnant Feday, she gave blood: 26/VI to 300 grams, 31/VII to 250 grams, 3/IX to 150 grams, 7/XI to 150 grams. Not anymore. 11/XII - 120 grams = 970 grams of blood... "
12/I - 1942 - Put your hands down. I've been walking for a long time, I've been walking around the ice from the University to Admiralty on Neve. The morning was sunny, freezer, standing in ice barges and boats. From the 18th line of the Vasiliev Islands, first on the Grand Pier 1st and up to Nev, past Menshikov Palace and all colleges of the University. Then from Nev all over Nev, Staronevsky to Soviet 3...
At the doctor's appointment, he stumbled me in the chest, asked me, "What is it?" - "Buda's fourth time as a mother." He grabbed his head and ran out. Three doctors came in, so it turns out that pregnant women can't give up their blood, the donor card has been struck. They didn't feed me, they kicked me out, and I was supposed to get a check for February 1942, a work card and a packet (2 bathtons, 900 gr. meat, 2 kg crups) if I had blood...
She went back slowly and slowly, and three children were waiting at home: Miletta, Cronide and Kostya. And the husband was taken to the bomb squad... I'll get it for February everyday card, which is 120 gray bread a day. Death...
When the ice came up, I saw the right under the bridge of a mountain of frozen men, who was lying, who was sitting, and a boy for ten years, alive, had a head to one of the dead. And I wanted to go lay down with them. I even turned off the cable, but I remembered that there were three houses on one and a half-span bed, and I moved out and went home.
I'm walking around town, thinking one way worse than the other. On line 16, I'm meeting Nina Kyawski, my childhood friend, working in the middle. I'm telling her, "Get out of the donors. ♪