Letter 15-year-old girl K.Susaninoy

This is a letter written 15-year-old girl who fell into slavery to the Germans during World War II. The girl decided to commit suicide in front of this and wrote a letter to his father in the front. Soon after the release of the Belarusian city Liozno in 1944 when parsing a brick
shattered masonry stove in one of the houses was found a little yellow
envelope stitched thread. It turned out to be an Belarusian girl Katie
Susanin, gave in to Hitler's slavery to the landlord. Brought to
despair, the day of his 15th birthday, she decided to commit suicide.
Before his death, he wrote a last letter to his father. The envelope was
"The current army. Field Post № ...
Susanin Peter. " On the other side of the pencil written the words: "Dear
uncle or aunt who find it hidden from the Germans a letter, I beg
you just dip into the mailbox. My corpse is already hanging on the rope ».
Number APO written on the envelope, obsolete, and the letter could not
get sent, but it came to the heart of the Soviet people. Posted in
"Komsomolskaya Pravda" May 27, 1944.

Text of the letter.

Dear, kind papa!
I write you a letter from the German captivity.
When you, papa, you will read this letter, I would not be alive. And my
a request to you, Father: punish German bloodsuckers. This is your last will and testament of a dying daughter.
A few words about his mother. When you come back, do not look for my mother. Her shot by the Germans. When we tried to find
about you, the officer hit her in the face with a whip. Mom could not stand, and said proudly: "You do not
intimidate me beating. I'm sure my husband would come back and throw you,
dastardly invaders out of here. " And the officer shot her mother in
mouth ...
I turned 15 years old today, and if now you met me,
I would not recognize his daughter. I became very thin, my eyes were sunken,
pigtails I shorn heads, hands dry, makes Volvo's rake. When I
cough, blood comes out of his mouth - I have beaten off light.
And remember, Dad, two years ago, when
I was 13 years old? What good was my birthday party! I like you,
Dad then said: "Growing up, my daughter, the joy of a big one!" He played the gramophone,
friends congratulated me with my birthday, and we were singing our favorite song pioneer ...
And now, Father, we look at ourselves in
mirror - Dress torn in shreds, the number on the neck, like a criminal, she
thin as a skeleton - and salty tears flow from his eyes. What good is that to me
15 years old. I do not need anyone. Here, many people are not wanted.
Rove hungry, harried sheepdogs. Every day they take away and
Yes, Dad, I'm a slave and a German baron,
I work at the German Sharlena laundress, wash clothes, my floors. I work very
a lot, but I eat twice a day, in a trough with the "Rosa" and "Clara" - so called
master's pigs. So I ordered Baron. "Russ was and will be a pig" - said
I am very afraid of "Clara". This is a big and greedy
pig. She told me once almost bit off a finger when I got out of the trough
I live in the woodshed: in kolshatu me
you can not go. Once the maid polka Jozef gave me a piece of bread, and
hostess saw and a long beat Jozef whip on the head and
Twice I ran away from the home, but I found
theirs janitor. Then he tore off my Baron dress and kicked. I lost
consciousness. Later on I poured a bucket of water and threw in
Today I learned the news: Jozef said
Gentlemen, go to Germany with a large party of slaves and slaves with
Vitebsk region. Now they're taking me with him. No, I will not go into this three
all the curses of Germany! I decided better to die at home storonushke,
than being trampled in the cursed German soil. Only death will save
me from the cruel beating.
I do not want to suffer
slave have damned cruel Germans did not give me
live! ..
I will, Dad: avenge my mother and me.
Goodbye, good papa, I'm going to die.
Your daughter
Katya Susanin ...
My heart believes: a letter




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