My story about my grandmother, Prikazchikova Lydia Matveevna (06/05/1927 - 12/31/2009). Unfortunately, she is no longer alive, but what she told about her life during the war, our family will remember. _x000D_ When the war began, she was only 16 years old. She lived in the village "Nekhaevka", Veydelevsky district. Her grandfather Matvey went to the front. And she, her brother, and mother stayed in their native village. The Germans and Magyars settled in the village and forced them to dig trenches in the Rovensky region and the Victoropol region. Airpcrafts flew overhead, bullets whistled, my young grandmother fell face down in the ground with fear and covered her ears with her hands, and then again began to dig trenches. _x000D_ The Magyars behaved cruelly towards the inhabitants of the village, they forced them to bury the killed Germans in the "Badger Forest". Winter was approaching, and they forced to take off clothes and, most importantly, shoes from the dead bodies. _x000D_ There was nothing to eat, and the villagers ate potato peels, acorns, the children were swollen with hunger. My grandmother's brother Kolya was a little boy at that time. He and several other guys found a grenade and played with it like a toy and threw it into a pole. From such "fun", Kolya's grandfather miraculously survived, but lost one eye. After the war, my grandmother was looking for her dad, wrote to various newspapers, turned to the radio and other authorities, but one answer came: "... not to be listed among the dead, is considered missing." _x000D_ Nature will soon hide the traces of war, the bloody black trail will be washed away by the rains. But your feat, Soviet heroes, wil not be forgotten!