Tsymbal Grigory Anisimovich
Family heirlooms: My great-great-grandfather - Tsymbal Grigory Anisimovich, was born in 1906 in the village of Pobiyna, Zhashkovsky district, Cherkasy region. And my great-grandmother, Tsymbal Varvara Akimovna, was born in 1911 in the city of Verkhneudinsk (later Ulan-Ude) of the Buryat-Mongolian Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic in the family of wealthy peasants Maria and Akim Kaidalov. She was the 13th child, the youngest daughter. Parents had a large farm, hired workers, since there were many children, and funds were needed to raise them. Akim was an officer of the tsarist army, so the whole family lived in the area of the military unit. In the city, this area is still called Divisionnaya station, because the area was formed near a railway station with a military purpose. All this predetermined my grandmother's profession. She became a salesman in a store on the territory of a military unit, where she met Grigory Tsymbal. He served in Budyonny's cavalry division with the rank of major. In July 1936, Varvara Akimovna married Grigory Anisimovich. They had children, Gennady and Galina. Great-grandfather Grisha affectionately called his beloved Valyusha. It seemed to him that Varvara was a rude name, and Valya was gentle and affectionate. Soon Grigory was transferred to the service in the city of Grodno of the Belarusian Republic, where he moved with his family. Varvara got a job in a kindergarten as a teacher. They lived very amicably and happily, but soon the war began. Grigory was sent to the front, and Varvara, having gathered the children, was forced to flee from the Nazis from Grodno to her homeland in Verkhneudinsk. The journey home was long and terrible. The trains on which they traveled were bombed more than once. During one such German raid, she and her children took refuge under a bridge where a rivulet flowed. Taking two children in her arms, she stood for a long time in the icy water until everything calmed down. Her hands fell down from the weight themselves, but she was afraid to chill the children. Then they made their way to the nearest settlement for a long time to continue their way home. So Varvara and her children got home. Her mother, brothers and sisters lived in her homeland. She was able to return to her previous job, to trade. She worked as a salesman in a military trade department. Here she waited for the end of the war. But in 1943 the funeral came. Her beloved husband Grisha died in battle. In an unconscious state, Varvara tore up the funeral. In the archival data for the Republic of Buryatia, there is a record that my great-great-grandfather Grigory Anisimovich Tsymbal, died in battle on 11/12/1943 and was buried in the Ukraine in the city of Kanev. There is no data in our family about the awards of my great-great-grandfather. Only photographs and letters from the front have survived. These are our invaluable family heirlooms. Gregory was very fond of his family and tried to write to his relatives as often as possible. Letters are written with great love, beautiful handwriting. He wished both his wife and children good health, and asked to write him letters more often, as he misses them very much. Varvara Akimovna remained faithful to her husband. She did not marry again and gave all her love to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Until the end of her life, great-great-grandmother Varvara lived in our family. She always remembered the war, was afraid of hunger. She stored cereals and pasta in large quantities, as well as salt and matches, they were in every closet. These were stocks for a rainy day. Great-grandmother Varya never cried. She said that she cried all the tears during the war. Now I understand what she had to go through ... In 1998, my grandmother died. But the memory of her, of her husband Grisha, of their great and faithful love is passed on in our family from generation to generation. Their military and labor feat and thousands more like them gave us the opportunity to live and be happy. My parents gave me the beautiful name Varvara in honor of my great-great-grandmother. Years will pass, but I will never forget my great-great-grandmother Varya and great-great-grandfather Grisha.
