The family of Tokarevs

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  '''Mosaic of memories.'''  
 
  '''Mosaic of memories.'''  
Every year everybody goes deeper in a historic memory of horrors and sufferings of the people who survived in the Second World War. Every year less facts are recollected, and less often we look back on our history. Nevertheless, it is very important to remember those  events not to let such things happen again. The Second World War  influenced each family, entered the door of  each house.My grandparents, Tokareva Nina Sergeevna and Tokarev Alexander  Ivanovich, were very young, when the war began, but they don’t remember  much from their childhood. At that time granmother with her parents lived in Dobryanka ( Perm`s Region) and grandfather lived in the district of Perm called Chapaevskij.
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Every year everybody goes deeper in a historic memory of horrors and sufferings of the people who survived in the Second World War. Every year less facts are recollected, and less often we look back on our history. Nevertheless, it is very important to remember those  events not to let such things happen again. The Second World War  influenced each family, entered the door of  each house.My grandparents, Tokareva Nina Sergeevna and Tokarev Alexander  Ivanovich, were very young, when the war began, but they don’t remember  much from their childhood. At that time granmother with her parents lived in Dobryanka ( Perm`s Region) and grandfather lived in the district of Perm called Chapaevskij.
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== Pictures from childhood ==
 
== Pictures from childhood ==
 
   
 
   
Little girl Ninochka was sitting by the window and looking through it. Behind the window  the snow was  falling down slowly, cold wind was blowing  and it was frosty. It was the winter of 1943 - with severe frosts and hunger, which were constantly reminding of themselves. Ninochka kept looking at the path, which  led to the nearest shop from which  her mother had to return from soon .It was warm in the house, there was  fire in the stove, coals were crackling, the sister was playing and the brothers  were talking loudly. Paying no attention to younger sister Lida and two elder brothers, Nina continued looking through the window. She waited till her mother brought some bread and everyone sat down to table to have dinner. There had always been plenty of food in their house –there was a kitchen garden near the wooden log hut, so they had potato, carrot and other vegetables.  And the cow always gave fresh milk. Nina knew about it perfectly well, nevertheless bread was much tastier for her than small cakes made of potato, milk, and porridge.  It was  impossible to buy bread in shops during those severe years – it was given out only by cards. And the portion for one person was 200 grammes a day . It was also difficult to imagine how the people  who had neither a kitchen garden, nor products, but the smallest piece of bread instead lived. And when the mother came home at last and brought invaluable grammes of white bread, Ninochka seriously said to her: " Just change your clothes, come again to the shop and you will be given some more bread". And the elder  brothers, having heard it, laughed at their sister. At those times Ninochka was only six years old.
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  Little girl ''Ninochka'' was sitting by the window and looking through it. Behind the window  the snow was  falling down slowly, cold wind was blowing  and it was frosty. It was the winter of 1943 - with severe frosts and hunger, which were constantly reminding of themselves. Ninochka kept looking at the path, which  led to the nearest shop from which  her mother had to return from soon .It was warm in the house, there was  fire in the stove, coals were crackling, the sister was playing and the brothers  were talking loudly. Paying no attention to younger sister Lida and two elder brothers, Nina continued looking through the window. She waited till her mother brought some bread and everyone sat down to table to have dinner. There had always been plenty of food in their house –there was a kitchen garden near the wooden log hut, so they had potato, carrot and other vegetables.  And the cow always gave fresh milk. Nina knew about it perfectly well, nevertheless bread was much tastier for her than small cakes made of potato, milk, and porridge.  It was  impossible to buy bread in shops during those severe years – it was given out only by cards. And the portion for one person was 200 grammes a day . It was also difficult to imagine how the people  who had neither a kitchen garden, nor products, but the smallest piece of bread instead lived. And when the mother came home at last and brought invaluable grammes of white bread, Ninochka seriously said to her: " Just change your clothes, come again to the shop and you will be given some more bread". And the elder  brothers, having heard it, laughed at their sister. At those times Ninochka was only six years old.
 
During the war many people suffered from hunger and could hardly feed themselves.For comparison, monthly salary  
 
During the war many people suffered from hunger and could hardly feed themselves.For comparison, monthly salary  
 
was 700 rub., and one loaf of bread cost  300 rub.
 
was 700 rub., and one loaf of bread cost  300 rub.
  
Sashenka, a blue-eyed boy of five  with fair hair, did not want to let the father go to the front, but there was no other way out. The war began and the life became more complicated. It was  August, 1941. It was raining  that awful day. It was just the beginning of the war and a lot of soldiers were sent to the front. Within several months – from  August till December  there were no letters from Ivan Avdeevich, and when the family got one it was  a holiday for them. It was not so easy to write  letters at the front, for there was no time and conditions. Besides each letter was  censored,  and the “unnecessary” lines were deleted. For five months about five letters  came from the front, there were long enough and filled with love.
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    ''Sashenka'', a blue-eyed boy of five  with fair hair, did not want to let the father go to the front, but there was no other way out. The war began and the life became more complicated. It was  August, 1941. It was raining  that awful day. It was just the beginning of the war and a lot of soldiers were sent to the front. Within several months – from  August till December  there were no letters from Ivan Avdeevich, and when the family got one it was  a holiday for them. It was not so easy to write  letters at the front, for there was no time and conditions. Besides each letter was  censored,  and the “unnecessary” lines were deleted. For five months about five letters  came from the front, there were long enough and filled with love.
 
These letters have been carefully kept till the present moment, they have turned yellow and have decayed, but it is possible to distinguish the letters and  read them .
 
These letters have been carefully kept till the present moment, they have turned yellow and have decayed, but it is possible to distinguish the letters and  read them .
 
After the letter in December  letters suddenly  stopped coming. What might have happened at the post office? And in spite of everything, even one letter  lost on its way, was awaited with impatience and hope, that it would soon reach home, dispel fears and strengthen hope. There came  next year, January, and there was not a single letter. On a winter  day the letter at last  came, but it was not from the father, but from his comrade. It was written in the letter, that Ivan Avdeevich had been left lying on the battle field  because of the wound that he had got in the fight. They knew nothing about the further events. What had happened to him? Was the wound fatal, or  was he picked up by somebody,  or was taken away in captivity? Nobody knew... According to all the documents, Ivan Avdeevich Tokarev was considered to have  disappeared without a trace. But the family did not lose hope  and believed that Ivan Avdeevich would return from the front. Then, in 1943, brothers of the Sasha`s mother one after another came from the front, and there were no news from Ivan. Little Sasha understood, that he could hardly see his father again, nevertheless he did not exclude such an opportunity. And only in 1945, when the war was over, the  hope for was lost.
 
After the letter in December  letters suddenly  stopped coming. What might have happened at the post office? And in spite of everything, even one letter  lost on its way, was awaited with impatience and hope, that it would soon reach home, dispel fears and strengthen hope. There came  next year, January, and there was not a single letter. On a winter  day the letter at last  came, but it was not from the father, but from his comrade. It was written in the letter, that Ivan Avdeevich had been left lying on the battle field  because of the wound that he had got in the fight. They knew nothing about the further events. What had happened to him? Was the wound fatal, or  was he picked up by somebody,  or was taken away in captivity? Nobody knew... According to all the documents, Ivan Avdeevich Tokarev was considered to have  disappeared without a trace. But the family did not lose hope  and believed that Ivan Avdeevich would return from the front. Then, in 1943, brothers of the Sasha`s mother one after another came from the front, and there were no news from Ivan. Little Sasha understood, that he could hardly see his father again, nevertheless he did not exclude such an opportunity. And only in 1945, when the war was over, the  hope for was lost.
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Версия 21:04, 21 декабря 2007

Mosaic of memories. 

Every year everybody goes deeper in a historic memory of horrors and sufferings of the people who survived in the Second World War. Every year less facts are recollected, and less often we look back on our history. Nevertheless, it is very important to remember those events not to let such things happen again. The Second World War influenced each family, entered the door of each house.My grandparents, Tokareva Nina Sergeevna and Tokarev Alexander Ivanovich, were very young, when the war began, but they don’t remember much from their childhood. At that time granmother with her parents lived in Dobryanka ( Perm`s Region) and grandfather lived in the district of Perm called Chapaevskij.

Файл:Нина Сергеевна.jpg Файл:Александр Иванович.jpg


Pictures from childhood

  Little girl Ninochka was sitting by the window and looking through it. Behind the window  the snow was  falling down slowly, cold wind was blowing  and it was frosty. It was the winter of 1943 - with severe frosts and hunger, which were constantly reminding of themselves. Ninochka kept looking at the path, which  led to the nearest shop from which   her mother had to return from soon .It was warm in the house, there was  fire in the stove, coals were crackling, the sister was playing and the brothers  were talking loudly. Paying no attention to younger sister Lida and two elder brothers, Nina continued looking through the window. She waited till her mother brought some bread and everyone sat down to table to have dinner. There had always been plenty of food in their house –there was a kitchen garden near the wooden log hut, so they had potato, carrot and other vegetables.  And the cow always gave fresh milk. Nina knew about it perfectly well, nevertheless bread was much tastier for her than small cakes made of potato, milk, and porridge.  It was  impossible to buy bread in shops during those severe years – it was given out only by cards. And the portion for one person was 200 grammes a day . It was also difficult to imagine how the people  who had neither a kitchen garden, nor products, but the smallest piece of bread instead lived. And when the mother came home at last and brought invaluable grammes of white bread, Ninochka seriously said to her: " Just change your clothes, come again to the shop and you will be given some more bread". And the elder  brothers, having heard it, laughed at their sister. At those times Ninochka was only six years old.

During the war many people suffered from hunger and could hardly feed themselves.For comparison, monthly salary was 700 rub., and one loaf of bread cost 300 rub.

   Sashenka, a blue-eyed boy of five  with fair hair, did not want to let the father go to the front, but there was no other way out. The war began and the life became more complicated. It was  August, 1941. It was raining  that awful day. It was just the beginning of the war and a lot of soldiers were sent to the front. Within several months – from  August till December  there were no letters from Ivan Avdeevich, and when the family got one it was  a holiday for them. It was not so easy to write  letters at the front, for there was no time and conditions. Besides each letter was  censored,  and the “unnecessary” lines were deleted. For five months about five letters  came from the front, there were long enough and filled with love.

These letters have been carefully kept till the present moment, they have turned yellow and have decayed, but it is possible to distinguish the letters and read them . After the letter in December letters suddenly stopped coming. What might have happened at the post office? And in spite of everything, even one letter lost on its way, was awaited with impatience and hope, that it would soon reach home, dispel fears and strengthen hope. There came next year, January, and there was not a single letter. On a winter day the letter at last came, but it was not from the father, but from his comrade. It was written in the letter, that Ivan Avdeevich had been left lying on the battle field because of the wound that he had got in the fight. They knew nothing about the further events. What had happened to him? Was the wound fatal, or was he picked up by somebody, or was taken away in captivity? Nobody knew... According to all the documents, Ivan Avdeevich Tokarev was considered to have disappeared without a trace. But the family did not lose hope and believed that Ivan Avdeevich would return from the front. Then, in 1943, brothers of the Sasha`s mother one after another came from the front, and there were no news from Ivan. Little Sasha understood, that he could hardly see his father again, nevertheless he did not exclude such an opportunity. And only in 1945, when the war was over, the hope for was lost.


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