It was 1945. Spring was fragrant with its smells.. May …! On one of the farms in East Prussia, a platoon 114 of the Svyazi detachment was stationed. These were young girls born in 21-23 years. The very fact that they were in this war is unfair! It is unfair that they were born to love and give birth, and not to kill and hate! …
There was already the Reichstag, there was already a heady feeling of VICTORY … According to the canons of literature and nature, Nadia J., corporal, fell in love! And, of course, the platoon leader. The day before, passing through a German town, she saw stockings in a broken window. Ordinary women's stockings. It was beyond her strength. Previously, she saw stockings only in the picture, or on the wives of high-ranking party bosses. She stole them! Yes! I didn’t take it, but STEALED! She was ashamed that she took what did not belong to her. Forgive her - the temptation was very great! In the evening, she tossed and turned under her greatcoat for a long time, wondering how she would be met by the platoon commander in these stockings. Waking up in the morning, so as not to come with bare hands, she boiled potatoes obtained in the barn, cleaned her uniform, ironed her skirt with a heavy iron, with a ligature, and walked. I walked over to my platoon commander Herman, who stayed overnight at the company’s location. Of course, she did not forget to draw her eyebrows with a black pencil, and rub her lips with beets! And even more so to put on trophy stockings, which in a strange way strove to crawl off her. Sweet cherries and cherries were already beginning to blossom. Every bird in the world seemed to chirp, including the cockatoo, which she had never seen.
-Mom, what's next? I asked.
-What, what … Got it, thank God. (I'd rather not interrupt her).
-Mom, tell me, huh? !!!
-Well, I reached the town. I remember that the street is narrow and the houses are two-story … I go - I straighten my stockings with one hand, and carry a pot of potatoes with the other. And also the Kubanka papakha strives to run into the eyes.
And then the noise - distant - of the plane. And I go - Victory, after all. And only when I heard the characteristic sound of the German "Messer" - I realized it was a German! She understood with her mind, but did not accept with her soul - after all, VICTORY !!! Lead splashed on the cobblestones …
I woke up in the gateway, where I was pushed by an old sergeant major with a mustache, an infantryman.
Daughter! What are you crying about ?! Wounded ?!
Grandpa-ah !!! I tore my stockings-ah! And sprinkled potatoes on the road !! With what will I come to Herman ?!
P. S. My mother did not like to talk about the rest of the war …
