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3 stink from the overseas consulate. Are you like that? I. Is it possible, interested, invite your father? No, I say, you can’t ... Two years now. Excuse me, they sympathize, but what about Your Grandfather ...

Here you need to be distracted and explain who we are and where. Our surname Belostotsky, natives, therefore, Bialystok. The city is such in Eastern Poland Bialystok.

With the outbreak of World War I, we were evacuated from the frontline strip so as not to be spied in favor of the Germans. Who richer, of course, drew, and the older brother, in the past, the successful “sea wolf” Wolf Belostotsky, remained at the furniture factory, and the younger one - my grandfather found himself in Russia. And he became a high -class car mechanic. He served in a secret military garage. He did not enter the party, as a civilian, but he stopped dangerous correspondence with foreign relatives ahead of time.

And those rich people flourished, and now the granddaughter of the eldest Belostotsky, sea wolf, found me, the younger grandson, through the consulate.

For complete clarity, we attract a daughter as an interpretation. And the girl sets out: the Germans occupied Bialystok under our Jewish New Year-Rosh-ha-Shana, in September thirty-ninth. A month later they were replaced by the Russians. And at Christian Christmas, my grandfather appeared to drive an intensive care unit with uniforms and food. He looked for twenty minutes, but managed to instruct his elder brother. The factory voluntarily nationalize. Estate for a shelter or hospital. Gold and currency to be transported there if possible.

- ABGEMACHT! - the older brother, the monastery of the seas, was offended. - Already done, in the year before last!

- Hokh! - said the younger. We ourselves had to be an anklofen! (Sage! - I am translating for my daughter. “It was necessary to run away!) The sea wolf only spread his hands.

Stock up on the road with a craft butt, the younger brother instructed - threads, thimbles ... glass diamond ...

Bekiser, ”said the elder (in short, I translated),“ trinkets for savages? ” We set sail to Siberia?

“In der Velt Arain,” the younger said (to Tartarara, “I’ll move for my daughter).” Saying goodbye, the younger supplied the senior address. Only, God forbid, do not write down, but remember: Moscow, Taganka, large masons.

In Taganka, after half a century, they tracked me. And in grandfather's times, the envelope landed. Bypassing the postal department, he flew from Tartarara through good people with the assistance of scarce threads, or a set of sewing needles, or knitted hooks. And our cautious grandfather, cautious and half -time, then visited relatives. Without Him We Were Finished! (If it weren’t for him, the daughter translated, after the victory!) After the victory, like the pre -war Polish citizens, they were safely repatriated and, without claiming lost property, again moved the in der Velt Arain (“according to Belu Sveta”, to the world tartarara), where furniture production was launched with might and and main.

- And What ABOUT YOUR GRANDFATER? (And what about your grandfather? The daughter translated.) Our grandfather, I say, disappeared into the forty -first: he drove the quartermaster trucks near Mozhaisk. Dopali or fought surrounded. Trucks hit the swamp. Drivers looked around, bent by the rain. The slurry was champing and choked. Grandfather in a car in front of his eyes was plunged into expanded cloves. The drivers broke the poles and wandered east.

But his grandfather was financially responsible for the load and cars. He remained sitting in the cockpit, wrapped with a cloak-tank, swaying a canvas hood.

Why didn’t the vehicles eliminate? - the specialtyist was inquired among drivers.

(FBI Agent, ”the daughter translated.“ The FBI agent.) The driver referred to the autumn flood, the lack of fuel and ammunition to set fire or blow up. And why? One devil, a quagmire will drag out. -The devil is one, said the specialtyist, the articles are different. Which of the driver was a penal battalion, who is the deadline and who returned to the car depot. They wrote about grandfather that he remained in the territory occupied by the enemy, with the intention of surrendering and passing accountable material values ​​to the enemy.

My father, grandfather's son, spent a lifetime to take off that stigma.

But this is clear! The guest exclaimed (translated by my daughter). - He was sitting in the cockpit, as the captain stands on the bridge. The radio operator repels SOS, and the captain on the bridge. My grandfather Wolf said ...

My father did not prove anything, having received another, very polite and benevolent general resolution.

Want to Invite You ... (I came to invite you, my daughter transferred. -What to visit, want to visit, for permanent residence.) Oh, I say, thank you. I don’t care, and here it was at the same time, but I mastered the tongue.

- And you?

- And I ... - the daughter laughed. I will think.