Page 10 - Excerpts from the diary

someone (to whom does not remember). A compass at the political leader, it appears, 'dropped out' and the
political leader lifted it. Ink remained at former positions. They did not see soap, and the political leader saw
matches (three boxes) at me in a bag.
Rather, world situation the political leader too now knows nothing. Because, newspapers do not turn out. He told
number to me. Letters did not write today, the address at us another now, I do not know it yet.
Today ordered me that everyone had a sheet of paper with the address and a surname of its owner.

12.29.1942

What bastards are available what mad antisemites. It is difficult to live to us here, in the ugliest conditions of our
hospital. The breakfast is received, for example, by us hours in 67 (I will tell, without exaggerating) evenings. A
lunch at 5 o'clock in the morning. We do not receive a dinner at all. And food liquid water one with semolina and
on a half of a plate (three scoops). Potato on a spoon, there is no meat, only liquid semolina and on a potato
spoon. Bread 600 grams, oils 20 grams and the 40th sugar.
Many other terrifying trouble exist at us, but people (not everything, the truth) accuse Jews of everything, openly
call all of us kikes. To me gets most though I, certainly, here am not guilty of anything. On me they vent the rage
and offensively shout to me 'kike', swear and never pledge me the words to utter or make someone a remark when
they litter and spoil at me beds.
Now there was a political leader, too the Jew. They absolutely seriously talk to him when he approaches them
close, agree with everything, but as soon as he departs pour to his address and to the address of all Jews awful
insults. The anger smothers me. But now it is dark and I cannot write much especially as one of these bastards
what over me lies, pours to me on the head any garbage, it is necessary to be removed on edge of plank beds.
In bandaging I was told that (sister) I will lie here probably month one and a half, but I do not trust.
The day before yesterday I wrote the letter to mother. Yesterday to mother, the father and to Magnitogorsk Ole. I
wrote them that I will stay no more than 10 days here, but I do not know how it will be in fact.

02.27.1943

Today quarreled with the hostess because stated her frankly everything that thought of her. She swore more than
ever still obscenely, abused 'Jews, that sat on our necks', abused the Soviet power, then beat cruelly the
grandson Kolka, calling him 'the Soviet brood', 'Soviet whore', and all the time shouted 'swine, you were taught
by kikes in a month', etc.
He calls it 'a German fascist spank' and other. And partly in the epithets he was right. In more detail about our
quarrel I will write when time allows.
As a result, having cursed me by the last word of foul language, she told that I left there and there (censorship
does not allow repetition of everything, or at least parts told by her), but though she also promised to lock a door
and not to let in me I will not leave as it was made by the companion who is innocently accused by her of theft
until I am written out, and it will be tomorrow, obviously.
I will not go to Moscow, and the new order under which transfer [...] suspended.

03.13.1943

Spent the night at the «Dvoynoy» station. Local inhabitants are Cossacks.
The residents of Stalingrad expelled from there to these places by Germans said that here bad people that they do
not let even to spend the night on the apartment. But, fortunately, we were lucky. In the first hut where we were
knocked, we were accepted and allowed to spend the night. Owners the old man and the old woman, treated us