European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)
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Well, but people try to save themselves to the very end. And there were thorn bushes.
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There was no chance to get inside.
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But somehow they managed to push the bushes down with their guns.
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One would hold the thickets and another one would get there underneath these sharp bushes.
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So we got inside these bushes and reckoned no one would find us there.
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And inside we made this kind of clearing large enough for us.
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They chased all of us away from the bushes and took us prisoner.
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I left as the last one.
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What will my sisters say?! My mother?! Me taken prisoner!
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I get out and I see the pile of our arms lying there, because these Vlasov guys told us to leave it there.
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This pile lying there and my friends standing in a row
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and the Vlasov guys tying their hands at the backs.
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When I saw it, I hid my head and backed under this juniper thicket or something,
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a low growing one and got underneath, kneeling.
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My sten with a missing cartridge was between my legs,
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I leant on my elbows and just waited for things to quiet down.
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These Vlasov soldiers tied my friends and you could hear them yelling.
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As they moved on, they plucked up their courage yelling: Hurrah! Hurrah! Besides, they all were totally drunk.
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All. If anyone of them died we used to check what weapons they had and they always had their canteens filled with hard liquor.
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So I heard these voices moving away and it got pitch dark.
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