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on German hands. On the road my workmate has got in wire and has died. It appears a wire have been equipped with electric current. So I have lost the last companion, the friend, and have abandoned him without being able even to bury. What to do, such is destiny, and the person has no choice than to put up with it "- Galikhan says.
About seven o ' clock in the evening I have seen a hay on that side of a wire. I have thought, to go and have a sleep in a hay till next day and to gain strength for the further road. Having waited, until it was dark, at 9 o ' clock in the evening, I dug 1-2 m under the barbed wire and have found a mine in aluminum cans. Breakthrough on, I found another, and realized that the mines are arranged along the wire.
Making sure that wires don ' t touch my body, I have passed on a self-made tunnel and having hardly reached hay, have fallen asleep. I have woken up from shout of a rooster, and having thought that only one remained alive from crew, have begun to doubt. I have dreamed as I in the school days have gone to Kyzyltas through station Ayagoz, about the Tarbagatai. We have gorged on kuyrdak there, and two of our Moscow friends, left to lie on the street in an intolerable frost, without having suffered a sting of pincers of the house. Having remembered this story, I have begun to consider the life. So many questions were at the tip of the tongue: What will be farther? I will be caught and killed? I will torture maybe?" And in a hand there was a revolver, and more than nothing in protection of life. I have all night long kept him so strong and was ready to direct to any in case of danger. I left hay, have looked around. The grain field and such clean air made me feel free and happy. As if I didn ' t behave carefully, I have fallen asleep for a minute and when has opened eyes, strong hands squeezed my shoulders, in perplexity I didn ' t know where to direct the revolver, felt as a wolf cub in captivity. The person, with growth in 2 meters, with big shoulders smiled to me, has taken my peak-cap, has shown a star, has opened the raincoat, has shown the plane on a collar of the single-breasted coat has clapped me on a back with the word " good ". It became quiet in heart, he spoke in German, explained with gestures. I already understood him, he said that the simple resident of this village, and hay and grain fields are his owners. After he led me to the inhabited massif from ten houses near that place where he has found me. When we went to the house, the strange feeling of fear and suspicion covered my soul. All roofs of houses were from a tile, purity and silence reigned everywhere. In the yard of the second house we were met by the woman and two little girls, and after there was an elderly lady with a sincere smile upon the face. All my doubts thawed when I drank the milk mug offered me. The people surrounding me smiled and so warmly treated me. Having indicated my form, having raised hands in the sky they shared that they know as we bombed army of the general enemy yesterday and were at war with courage. After small conversation we were invited to a table. The lunch consisted of three dishes: on the first served broth with beef, on the second mashed potatoes with vegetables, for a dessert a pudding from flour, eggs, a peanut and grapes. It is unknown why, but we ate first dish without bread.
An hour later we were served with coffee with a white tablet( probably, the tablet was instead of sugar), sandwich, cheese and thinly cut bread. After dinner more than 60 people from all village brought together and home owner told my story of a survival. I shared heroic acts of the army companions too and told that Germany still waits for many defeats. Having heard it, they were delighted, told about ominous acts of the German soldiers, about a condition of Spain, the Netherlands, Belgium, Italy, France, Denmark.
In two days there have come two people, who were poorly dressed with a hat on the head, by bicycles. They introduced their selves as members of the Dutch Communist party and workers of the Wurchet or Truth newspaper. They have given me in hands " Ansvans " or the false passport. I
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have realized that the host has gone to the city of Utrekt and have asked relevant organs for the help. They even knew about our battles near the Netherlands. It became clear that they sponsor me and help because accept me for the hero fighter on the way of a rescue of the kingdom of the Netherlands from fascists. I heard that Communist party of the Netherlands have been created on November 17, 1919 and entered to Communistic International in the same year, then Germany has intruded to the country, despite of the Netherlands ' announcements about neutrality. The government emigrated to Great Britain have begun diplomatic relations with the USSR, KPN has passed into an underground operating mode, having arranged resistance movement. Utrekt, the city to which my owner has gone, was the third big city in the Netherlands, after Amsterdam and Rotterdam, where the greatest port in the world is located. Before the German approach, the king lived in Utrekt, his army battled against fascists within ten days, but without having held on against powerful equipment of the enemy and having lost one hand in battle, the king has departed to Great Britain by the personal plane. Here, to bring me to the city filled with historical events, they have made to me the passport of the citizen of Utrekt, on a nationality of indonezets, with a name Hasen-Ali. In addition to the passport, I was given the personal bicycle, they were surprised when I was easily ride it.
So, on November 17, 1942, at 4 o ' clock in the afternoon, I have followed these two people to the unknown city. When we left for way, stood the 220th heat, there was no snow. Before a trip I was made up, have put on a suit, a hat, black glasses and they took me with them as the slug. In several places, where the German security posts are located, I showed the documents. Successfully put make-up has not issued me. We have sat down the train from Reims in 6 o ' clock in the evening and at 8 o ' clock I have already received the two-roomed, convenient apartment. I have lodged in the granted shelter and became one of residents of this city. I was included in the list of the Red Cross and provided with free food and clothes.
Under a name of the journalist of confidential tasks, I worked as the typesetter of the text in typography of edition, in 6-7 meters underground. Typing has been connected with black oil, what is inconvenient and dirty, and many efforts, a hard work required. But this work was much better than participating in prospecting operation as a part of resistance movement. Throughout one and a half months of work, I have begun to know better local people. The main journalist, working with us, was a doctor of medical sciences, came from an imperial family, which governed over 300 years. Now this girl has sunk down into my soul with her bright expressive eyes, blond handles, beauty and charm, lingering and desired looks, silky hair, gusty, warm nature, a gentle and ringing voice. He helped many poor people. She distributed to the most part of the population of the city products and many necessary accessories in life through the employees.
Kindness of her heart has touched my soul and I have moved to the big marble house with 26 rooms, in the downtown. This house has been intended for rest and acceptance of guests. The working house in Amsterdam to which 4,5 hours to go by electric train, was the huge palace(? lys? e Palace) where received even foreign guests, even from the borders of the ocean. Having lived in this house, I had to marry the daughter of the former king of the Netherlands Ioka Mulderes and to become his sons-in-law. It would be desirable, to remind that when I have received blessing of her parents, I have known that on their belief, it is impossible to touch the spouse until your love gets stronger. If not to adhere to this condition, for religious reasons, the girl marrying the stranger will be punished by the God and attracts death.
So we lived together before wedding in church of pope on January 2, 1943, and after then became a full-fledged
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