Salnikova Nina Vasilievna
I was born in February 1940 in Leningrad. My name is Nina Salnikova. In the summer of 1940, my family and I were in Volodarka, with Leni's grandfather and Lyuba's grandmother. My grandfather lived in his own house and worked in a copper smelter plant. A terrible war began. My sister and I were very young and did not feel all the fear. According to my mother's stories, my father came on leave at the end of August and warned that the war would be long, we shouldn't stay here - we need to go to Leningrad. Mom, Salnikova Lyudmila, packed up and took our things to the city, and on the second call she took my sister and me on a tram. It turned out that it was too late, Ligovo was captured by the Germans. We learned about the beginning of the blockade of Leningrad. I had to go back. The winters in Leningrad turned out to be harsh, according to my mother, in 1942 the thermometer dropped to 43 degrees. Our area was heavily bombed, we hid in the cellar. Our family did not stock up on food. A terrible famine began. Mom gradually exchanged watches, gold, rings and earrings for food, everything in the house, just to feed us. My grandfather had a dog, in the winter of 1942, I had to kill her in order to survive ... Once, taking my sister Olga and me on a sleigh, my mother knocked down from hunger and thought that we would not survive, lay in the snow, counting the time to death ... We were saved by a completely unfamiliar man, running up to us he shouted: “Young! She's crazy to die! " He transplanted my sister and me into his wagon train and took us to warm up in his house. He saved us, warmed and fed us. Wrapping the fish, he said to his mother, “Hide! Don't give it to anyone! Feed the children little by little, eat it yourself! Tears welling up in my mother's eyes. Even in such a situation, people remained human. We Survived. And we SURVIVED! On the morning of January 15, 1944, the Germans, under the threat of weapons, gathered all the residents of Volodarka, and distributed them into two camps, the elderly in one direction, women and children in the other. It turned out that there was a two-story building near the station, it was there that the old people were herded and burned alive. There, at the age of 65, grandfather Lenya died. Persecution began ... and we went to die in the camps. In April 1944, we reached Lithuania. In July 1944 they ended up in Poland. By chance, we ended up in Auschwitz, a train full of crowded people stopped near the camp, I remember the bright light of a searchlight .. all things were taken away, we could hear "Dizenfection" in German-Russian, we did not have time to jump off the carriage. The Germans lined up in two rows, we did not understand what was happening ... Mom was crying, she understood, we were being led to die. My family and I did not get into the workers' party. The smell ... the smell of death was felt that night, black smoke and a long line. “Everything will be fine,” “now we’ll go to bed,” my mother and my sister reassured me. A miracle happened, an unfamiliar French prisoner from the camp service team, seeing us, pulled us out of the line and pushed us into the party of workers, thereby saving us from death. Mom, being with us in the camp, tried to find this woman, it turned out that she was burned in the crematorium ... We have passed many roads, we have been in different places, we do not even know how many death camps we have passed, but we survived. Liberation came in Frankfurt am Main on March 25, 1945. In May 1945, we were provided with a two-story white house, with a large staircase and a white piano on the second floor, I remember a lot of dolls and toys, for us it was paradise. After settling in, Russian soldiers brought in a huge jar of condensed milk. At night, while everyone was asleep, I took the largest spoon in the house and began to eat, in huge portions, but when she heard, my mother said "Nina, you can't do that much, Nina,you will die!" A few days later, my mother decided to return to Leningrad, the soldiers said, "Don't do this, stay here, there is nothing there, there is hunger." The family decided to return home to their homeland. At the station, my mother, leaving my sister and me on our suitcases, went to ask about the train ... at that moment, a complete stranger, threw us off our suitcases and took all our things with toys ... But we were not offended - we went home ... In June 1945 we were already in Leningrad, our family helped to rebuild the city after a terrible war. We survived ... it's scary to imagine that there are more than 13 camps behind us ...