admin | 11 Ноя 2012
Destroyed narrow railway winding led deep into the woods. Fir-trees lined up along the embankment and stretched its snowy branches, looked like the guards. Train, strained, gave a prolonged whistle, pulled wagons and drove them on, puffing on a pipe and blowing white steam. There was silence. The wind was blowing in the face of Vladimir, covering his face with snowy dust. High off-size felt boots rubbed his feet and prevented from going. Earflaps tied under his chin muffled hearing. Tears choked the boy and ... cold streams froze on his cheeks. He again saw very clearly his mother's eyes ... Her big suffering hands swollen with veins, soft, warm […]
Рубрика: Prince Vladimir - History of Life |
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Метки: Children's Gulag, historical novel, Russian prose, writer Vladimir Obolensky
admin | 11 Ноя 2012
There was the hottest August 1944. The war was coming to an end. Rare newspapers which we could get in the village reported victories of the Red Army. Our German-occupied towns and villages had already been released. Military action removed from Russia to Eastern Europe, a short time left till fall of Berlin. Meanwhile, severe battles continued. In Proshkino, life has not changed. Only the elderly more often talked about victory, about Germans, which soon will be revenged by Lord! Zinochka, visiting the district town, heard that the flow of evacuated refugees started coming back to their homes. But it was allowed for them to leave only with special identification […]
Рубрика: Prince Vladimir - History of Life |
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Метки: A LONG RETURN TO MOSCOW, Cornet Obolensky come back, historical novel, Russian prose, Vladimir Obolensky
admin | 11 Ноя 2012
From his early childhood, Volodya remembered only separated events. It is the village of Proshkino. It was a small village, twenty houses only. No men left in here, but the old men and the children. The neighbor village Serednyaki (middle-class peasants) was bigger, in the distance of three kilometers. Zinochka Obolensky found a shelter in the countryside not by chance, but in order to be far away from the authorities and KGB. She did not trust them, for understandable reasons, she felt disgust and fear to the murderer of her husband. She felt intuitively that her husband was killed, in a dream she often saw him bleeding, bear footed ... […]
Рубрика: Prince Vladimir - History of Life |
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Метки: Cornet Obolensky, historical prose, Russian prose, Vladimir Obolensky, writer