There is one inviolable rule in life: one day, someone who has hurt you will beg you for help.

In early March 2022, JK Rowling responded on social media about Russia’s invasion of Ukraine: “This is one of the times I really want to do magic.” Reliable protection from enemies overnight became the most urgent need of millions of Ukrainians and our associates.

Protection from enemies

Remember, Harry Potter and his friends were best at magical protection from enemies. Expeliarmus! and the enemy is instantly disarmed. Impedient! Protego! – and invisible protection from enemies surrounds you with an insurmountable wall. In a fairy tale...

But in life there are rules, laws that manifest their action almost magically. One of them is that one day someone who has hurt you will beg you for help.

Memories from life

Fedot Semenovich was arrested in 1937 on a denunciation of a fellow villager nicknamed Hartsiz. He was a henchman of the red power, zealously “kulakized” countrymen even in pre-kolkhoz time. So moved into the spacious hut of a family sent "to the construction of the five-year plan." After operations to dekulakize the activist for a couple of weeks walked proudly in the newcomers from the “kulak” chest.

And then, having drunk a toe loop, boots and linen shirts, he put on a worn overcoat on underwear, or even on a naked body, looked for the next family, who hired one or two workers during the harvest season, and “dismantled”. To say that he did not gain sympathy in the village, and half the truth cannot be told.



And Fedot Semenovich just a lot of honor in the village. A hard worker. What to build a house, that windmill, perfectly perform locksmithing, carpentry and even blacksmithing work - everything was on his shoulder. He put such stoves that he kept warm for a day. From the surrounding and distant villages he was called. Of course he did well. Paseca set up himself.I loved working there. And he passed on his skills to the young guys who swarmed around him like bees, collecting the nectar of skill, wisdom, love for his native land.

Most of the fathers also knew a lot – hewn, riveted, forged, built. And Fedot Semenovich made the first dynamo in the village - electricity appeared in his house. Gathered a radio. He taught everyone who wanted to...



Maybe Hartziz was jealous of the master and the strong master? Maybe. However, in the family, another explanation for the denunciation of the husband and father to the organs was fixed. When in the early 30s of the last century the collectivization of agriculture was gaining more and more scope, Fedot Wieter said to his wife: You know, dear, I feel that it is necessary to enroll in a collective farm, although I understand that nothing worthwhile of collective farms will not work. The common is like no one. But the power will squeeze out the individual.

Holding her heart, Matryona Logvinovna took a young Simmentalist Laska to the collective farm, leaving her mother Torba at home; 15 hives of apiaries were given to the collective farm, and Fedot Semenovich was entrusted with managing it. Even on the farm he had two handsome stallions - Whirlwind and Thunder. Anticipating their difficult fate in the collective farm, Fedot gave his favorites to the army cavalry, he bought two simpler horses for the collective farm.



And Harciz, most likely, already imagined his posh exit in a wheelchair drawn by the Whirlwind and Thunder. But bummer. Here he, offended, and reported to the NKVD that, they say, Viter Fedot is an outspoken opponent of the authorities, although he disguised himself as a collective farmer.

They took him at night. He spent six months in prison. And then I came home, also at night. Save his answer "I don't know" to all the questions of the investigation. The investigator, by the way, showed Fedot Semenovich Khartsizov crook. So Wieter knew by whose mercy he had found himself in prison. And someone who remained unknown informed the investigation that he could not be an enemy, under whose tutelage the collective farm apiary received awards from the republican VDNKh several times.



In a word, almost miraculously, Fedot Viter escaped the camp. Soon, the head of one of the institutions in the regional center, where a few years earlier the craftsman performed a rather large carpentry order, advised him to leave the village for the city, promising to take a job. He's not going to make eye contact with anyone here. The family moved to the regional center.

And in July 1941, again at night, on the door of their vaults (the house was just being built) knocked. On the doorstep stood... Ivan, nicknamed Hartsiz: “Good health in your house!” Accept it, people are kind. The village police are looking for me. I put a lot of people behind the skin of hot fat... I'm afraid I'm dead. Save me, Fedot. There is no one else to turn to for help...



So what? Hiding his abuser throughout the war. However, not at home - his wife and eldest daughter were against it. By that time, Fedot Semenovich worked as a head farm in a large institution, as his head promised. Arranged Harciz as a stomp with the provision of a room in a subsidiary farm.

By the way, in one of the office premises, Viter arranged a warehouse of weapons and products for the local guerrilla brigade. I took risks, but I couldn't. And after the war, Kharziz, having somehow drunk well, decided to shorten the path and crossed the railway track in the wrong place. But I got hit by a freight train. That's how it happens.

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