Until the second grade, I didn't know anything about my relatives who survived the terrible war with the Nazis. The teacher suggested that we learn about how our family went through those difficult years. I asked my grandmother Anya to tell me about them and found out a lot of just terrible details. I was shown documents from that time, which have been carefully stored for many years. My grandmother was able to tell me everything more than once. She cried a lot, remembering the stories of her mother, my great-grandmother Lyudmila Kuzmina. She says that when she heard the song performed by M. Bernes " the Enemies burned down his home, killed his whole family...", she cried very much. It turns out that it is no coincidence. We keep photos, an autobiography written by Lyudmila, birth and death certificates (very unusual). After studying them, I learned a lot about my family. A beautiful, cheerful girl looks at me from the photo. This is my great-grandmother Kuzmina Lyudmila Vasilyevna. She was born in peacetime, the fifteenth of June, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-first year. I want to tell you about her and her family. The village Raipolye lost in the swamps of the Pustoshkinsky district, Velikiye Luki oblast. The name is what a Paradise.... The Kuzmins family lived in this Paradise. The head of the family was Vasily Ivanovich Kuzmin, a Gypsy by nationality, his wife was a simple Russian woman Evdokia Stepanovna and children were two sons, Nikolay and Alexander and a daughter Lyudmila. Vasily Ivanovich, my great-great-grandfather, was the Chairman of the Berezovsky village Council before the beginning of the Patriotic War. Since 1927, he joined the AUCP (b). Evdokia Stepanovna worked as the Head of the district Committee of the Berezovsky village Council. They lived together. They have worked hard. In early 1941, the family moved to the Novosokolnichesky district, home of Evdokia Stepanovna. Here the war found them. Vasily Ivanovich went to the partisans. The eldest son, Nikolay, served as a liaison. Great-grandmother Luda many years later told her daughter about the tragedy, which she witnessed and participated in. This happened in April 1942. A German punitive detachment came to the village to deal with the families of partisans and Communists. Luda managed to hide in the neighbors' basement. The younger brother also managed to escape. Evdokia Stepanovna and her eldest son Nikolay stayed at home. The Nazis broke into the house and, presumably, first shot them, and then set them on fire. Girlfriend in the house where People were hiding and shouted: "Lucy, come here. Look, there's your mother lying on the porch. Her hair is on fire!» And Lucy was only 11 years old. She saw her mother on fire, and there was nothing she could do. After the departure of the punishers, the partisans and Vasily Ivanovich came to the village. He took his daughter with him to the squad. On the way, the partisans came across the Germans. A battle ensued. My father took Luda into the swamp and left her on a hummock to wait for him. He told her not to take a step anywhere, there was a swamp all around. The girl sat in the swamp all night. She was very scared and cold. In the morning, dad came and took her to the partisan unit. And he might not have returned after the fight. In the partisan detachment, Luda started going to the 3rd grade. We keep the death certificates of Evdokia Stepanovna and Nikolay. There in the column "cause of death" it is written: "Killed by the Germans, burned", "Killed by the Germans, burned". When our area was liberated by Soviet troops, brother Alexander asked to go to the front. Fortunately, he returned after the war. Vasily Ivanovich was sent to his pre-war work due to illness. Lyudmila finished the 6 grades. She started in seventh grade, but didn't finish due to illness. She worked, got married, and had children. There are now her great-grandchildren; it’s me and my sister Masha. We will always remember our relatives who went through a difficult time. When the Immortal regiment first marched through the streets of our city in 2014, my parents and classmates and I carried portraits of our relatives. They were victorious on the ground, watered with the blood of soldiers, but not inherited by the enemy. We will try to keep the world saved by our grandfathers.