European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)
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I was taken prisoner when i was riding my horses, packed with food, to the front line, to the German front.
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I swear it was a Russian stallion and I swear, when that stallion sensed the Russian language, I didn’t even hear it, he started neighing.
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I guess I wasn’t careful; I was taken by surprise.
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I rode on another few hundred meters and then five or six people, girls too, surrounded me.
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They said that I was mobilized into the German army. I even said so myself.
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But I wondered how these strangers could know.
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One of the soldiers said to me, actually he was a civilian, to show my bombaska.
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How is one to know? …foreign people, strangers …
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So I pulled it out of the pocket of my German uniform, up here on the left side we had a pocket,
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and I took the paper out and handed it over.
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The leader said votja, charasho, meaning thank you that I gave him the paper.
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They took my horses there, when I was surrounded;
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and I was made to taste some food, to test whether it was really edible.
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I don’t know if later they ate that food or not.
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They chased me three or four kilometers away.
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But even before I was taken prisoner, the watch was taken off my hand.
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I remember thinking how it made no difference.
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When they caught me, they took me to the village called Balakleja and they locked me up in a hen coop.
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Perhaps it was two by two meters, or one by one.
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I just know that I was locked up for an eternity, at least it seemed that way.
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