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family. On manual of the person, the believing Catholic,
Ioka has accepted Islam and we have begun family life. In
1944, in day of a rescue of Warsaw, my son - Horat was
born. On April 2, 1944 Holland was rescued from fascists.
According to the announcement of the Pope the former king
of Holland has died from heart attack. On April 15, 1945
the aunt of Ioka Viniamina became the queen of the Neth-
erlands (it was crowned by the Pope in Rome).
Though my life was carefree and full of happiness, I
couldn't forget the Homeland. Knowing that I am waited by
a difficult life in the homeland, I wanted to take the lovely
wife with me. I have asked for permission from relatives.
They have told that won't release Ioka, but didn't oppose to
my trip to the USSR, have also shared hope for my fastest
return to a family. It was hard to leave happy life with a
family. But I understood that wealth, luxury, good life, the
promising future can't replace the native land.
As, all relatives supported my idea about homecoming,
I have collected the documents allowing me to return to
the USSR from the Central Communist party, the king-
dom, the Truths editor, the center of the local movement
of fight against fascists. Having finished with all documents
I have left for the way. On August 18, 1945, while crossing
border of the USSR, I have been arrested. They have con-
fiscated all things including money which I carried home,
2 million gulden, in Dutch measures. Having provided all
documents, which were available, I have hardly rescued
the head from prison. Having been delighted to the free-
dom, I didn't begin to grieve on mate rial things. Before
returning home, I had to live some time in Poland. There I
have met the army friend, the pilot, and was madly glad to
a meeting of the close person. After this meeting I visited
him often. I have told him, everything that I have endured.
There were days when we sat till the morning talking on
different subjects. In one of such sit-round gathering, he
has frankly told me: "Strongly don't hope for return to Hol-
land. It will be quite good if you get out from here alive
and will reach your motherland". An opportunity to get the
entry visa wasn't presented to the USSR soon. Later, my
friend concerned by my single lifestyle, saying: "We are
with you, the happiest people who have survived among
millions of died soldiers. We have lost a lot of things, have
endured the moments when thought that further only death
and we couldn't get out of this war. But everything has
passed, there have come bright days, which we dreamed.
You mustn't forget to carry out a remaining life with happi-
ness and fill it with sense. I am disturbed by your loneli-
ness. You should get a family". Next time when he has
asked me whether I live still one or have found anybody?
I have answered: "I know nobody here and besides who
wants to give his daughter such lonely person as me?".
"You are right, I have not considered this fact and esti-
mated everything from my point of view. But I will not take
my words back that I do not want that it looked as mock-
ery for the person who is far from the homeland. I have 5
unmarried sisters. On our customs we train girls for fam-
ily affairs and we do not permit to marry until they do not
acquire the important skills of maintaining family life. Three
from them have successfully passed this educational pro-
cess and are ready to establish a family. The fourth sister
is training now. And the youngest one is still absolutely
young and not ready to such serious step in life. In spite
of the fact that I am their brother, I am ready to bring
together you with one of them which you adored". I have
told that I will think, and have left home. Honestly, I had
no thoughts about a marriage. But I did not want to offend
the friend who with open soul and good intentions has
made me such generous proposal. I was haunted by
thoughts of what I will tell it next time when I stay for a
while with it. Having long deliberated I have decided to
ask hands of the youngest little sister, in hope that they
will refuse me. When once again, my friend has touched
upon this subject, I have laid out that I want to marry the
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youngest daughter of his family. My friend has told: "You
were mistaken; it is against our customs. She cannot be-
come your wife. As I already told, she is not ready to the
marriage yet. But you are my friend, and I for the sake of
you will violate all rules and I will talk to my sister. The
answer you will hear next time". I have been sure that the
conversation about my marriage has ended. But deeper
in my soul there was doubt about what will be if he over
persuades his sister.
I have fossilated, without knowing what to tell when I was
told that contrary to everything they have taken consent of
the sister. There was no place to depart, I married to Anya.
Not for long after wedding, in November, 1946 we have
moved to the Ayakoz in Semipalatinsk area. Since then, we
were called for questioning in Semipalatinsk KGB. How you
married the daughter of the Netherlands king? How you
lived with the citizen of other country? With what purposes
you have returned to the USSR? What country you serve
espionage? Being tired of questions like these, without hav-
ing found an opportunity to get a job and live peacefully
here, we have gone to other republic. So we have carried
out difficult years of life in Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, in the
Caucasus. After we have finally moved to Shymkent, first
lived in the temporary house, then by money of 18 000
bags, taken from Anya's aunt and 10 000 bags, borrowed,
we have built own house.
He has worked for 25 years as a teacher of French, Ger-
man at schools No. 26, 21, 42. In addition he was a jour-
nalist-correspondent of the regional newspaper in South
Kazakhstan. He had three sons: Alik, Yurik, Valera from his
polish wife Anya (in the village she was nicknamed as Aisha).
Galikhan with big honor and respect of people around
has retired from school No. 42. On the event devoted to
Galikhan's pro-driving on pension the director of the school
N. Alimzhanov has told: "The person, whom we faithfully
see off today on pension has devoted 40 years from the 60-
year life to work in the educational sphere. Both to the be-
ginning of the Great Patriotic War and after a victory he
worked at his favourite job. He is awarded by uncountable
quantity of awards of the Soviet Union. He taught foreign
languages and succeeded in it as nobody else."
His many pupils have gone in the footsteps of the mentor
and having ended, institutes of foreign languages, work at
schools. Among them we can say names of Magfuza
Maulenkulova and Manzura Nazarova, - have written in one
of the issues of the newspaper of the Southern Kazakhstan
area. The photographer who has made a photo of G.
Sarsenov, receiving bouquets of flowers from the pupils,
was specified by H.Ibragimov.
His wife, Anya after a retirement age, has got sick with
paralysis and having taken the son Yurka, has gone to be
treated to Moscow. To continue treatment have gone to
Petrograd and remained there. Alik and Valera who have
remained with the father have died soon. Since then
Galikhan lives alone.
During the Soviet Union, iron walls between the states
didn't give the chance to meet the beloved wife of Iokaya
and the son Horat. When in 1959 the chief secretary of
USSR party Huanke, Yoko Mulderes and her son Heray
have come to meet Galikhan, on the one hand the warning
of punishment of national committee of safety in case of
his moving to Holland, with another a difficult life in poverty
and loneliness haven't allowed him to meet them. He lived
in expectation and hope, believing Aisha's words that she
just about will recover also they with Yurka will come back
home. So tragic life of G. Sarsenov has ended by 90 years
in the city of Shymkent. The only thing for memory the photo
of the aunt Ioki Viniaminy, the queen of the Netherlands
has remained.
Gulnara Mendikulova in the research work with the head-
ing 'Ode about love' doesn't hide the pleasure when she
has found Galikhan Sarsenov's biography, the military who
was born in Kokpekti, Semipalatinsk area, the son of the
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