Raisa Antonovna Kudymova is a veteran of the Great Patriotic War. And although today, due to her advanced age, she can not say anything, so did her daughter Nadezhda Baturina, who carefully keeps memories of how her mother drove horses in the city, worked, suffered and loved.
When every day is like a hundred years
I am in Nizhnyaya Tavda, in a cozy house on Prokopiev Street. Raisa Antonovna sleeps in an armchair while Nadezhda Anatolyevna Baturina and I drink tea, eat hot pancakes and fragrant honey.
“When the war started, there were six children. The grandfather was transported to the front and the mother remained an eleven-year-old girl. Her last brother was born at that time. Then for the seventh child they gave a thousand rubles. As a result, the money was devalued and bought only one accordion, – the interlocutor began the monologue.
They lived in the village of Kedrovka of the Morozov village council. Now this place belongs to the territory of the rural settlement Miyassky. The girl’s mother, Rai Shcherbinina, Maria Vasilievna, has since become addicted to playing the accordion. She was singing ditties and swallowing tears and her daughter thought her mother was singing with joy. The father of Shcherbinin’s heroine Anton Mikhailovich did not return from the war. The family has no information on where he died. First came the message that he was missing and then a funeral. In which wet land, in which field did the soldier find his last refuge, history is silent. The older brother Alexander was also led to the army, later the young man ended up at the front. Returning, he left for the Dnepropetrovsk region in Ukraine. Next in age were Anya and Raisa. The whole burden of adult professional life fell on them.
I had to forget my studies. The nearest school was in Morozovka, and there was only one sandal for the whole family! Okay, in the summer you can run barefoot, but the main study, as we know, falls in the fall and winter. The children passed by the house and shouted: “Rice, let’s go to school!”. That’s what everyone in the neighborhood called it. And she answered, “I have no shoes!” Therefore, the teacher gave assignments, as they would now say, remotely. Raisa independently mastered the alphabet, reading with syllables and fell in love with learning poems from the heart, she still remembers them.
As the house worker’s father was a groom, the collective farm was inherited by Maria Vasilievna and her daughter had plenty of work. During the war, horses were bred for tradition in Tyumen. While her sister was involved in the potato harvest, Raisa became the driver’s assistant. With a teenager a little older than herself, she drove a herd on horseback from Kedrovka to Nizhnyaya Tavda and further into town. At night, stopping for the night, the drivers lit a fire so as not to attack the forest animals. Once the girl lay with her back to the fire and ignited so much that her clothes ignited. Fortunately I woke up on time. So, with a hole in her back, she walked to Tyumen. Dangers lurked at every turn, but not a single horse was lost all the time. They returned on foot, picking berries and mushrooms for lunch along the way, and did not despise quinoa.
By the way, for food. Collective farm potatoes went to the front for the soldiers. And the house workers had almost nothing to eat, so they managed to leave potatoes in the nests. At night, when the whole crop was harvested and the land was frozen by the first frosts, the workers came to the collective farm field, dug up the leftovers and used them for food. Of course, this was illegal: for frozen potatoes, for a handful of stolen grain, a prison was threatened.
There is a lake near the village of Kruglovo. Weeping, Raisa begged her mother to take her fishing. When night fell, Maria Vasilievna entered the boat, but now her daughter was crying, because she was afraid that the boat would capsize. As you can see, they did not fish at night out of whim, they all just worked during the day and only the dark part of the day remained for themselves. By the way, there was a very tasty golden carp.
“Mom learned to eat fish clean,” recalls Nadezhda Baturina. She did not touch potato pancakes until the end of her life, because she ate them in the war (they were prepared according to a special recipe with quinoa). She did not even touch the black bread, because she was connected in her mind with that terrible time. Despite the hungry youth, my mother hardly got sick and for the rest of her life she maintained a craving for plant-based and dairy foods.
For the happiness of children
When the girl turned 16, she went to Nizhnyaya Tavda and got a job as a worker in a brick factory. The need for material was enormous, as the whole country was in ruins. Here she married, gave birth to a son, Sergei. The husband went to work in the North and did not return, because there he met a new love. Raisa Antonovna was left alone with the child, left the brick factory and got a job in a manger to provide her son with a happy childhood. At the same time, the house where the family was being pushed burned down. So I had to ask to stay with strangers. And when Sergei went to school, Raisa Kudymova went to work in an educational institution. We can say that she submitted her life to the interests of her own children and followed them in their heels.
Nadezhda Anatolyevna’s father, with whom I speak for my mother, Anatoly Ivanovich Baturin, was Raisa Antonovna’s neighbor when they first met. A capable plumber, having graduated from a special vocational school, he knew his business very well. He managed the local water tower. When Nadezhda was born, he was given an apartment. The family packed their bags, came to check in, but were already busy. At that time, this practice was common. It is true that the spouses were not left without a nest. The head of the family built a small house in the place of a hundred year old forger.
Raisa Antonovna did not immediately receive the status of war veteran. When the issue of confession arose, three witnesses had to be present. People said how the woman worked and she was given the title of veteran.
Baturin Anatoly Ivanovic died early. His daughter was only four at the time. Also, Sergei’s older brother did not live his term on earth.
I forgot a lot, but I did not forget myself
For a long time, Nadezhda Anatolyevna almost did not arrange her life. She lived alone, raised two children, earned an apartment by doing private business. At this time, her mother entered the silver age and the house in which the family grew up was completely in ruins. The veteran was given a social apartment of 11 square meters. There she began to lose the most valuable thing a person has and what makes him a human being – her own memory – and stopped recognizing people with whom she lived in the neighborhood for many years.
During this period, the daughter met her future husband Valery, returned to her homeland on Prokopiev Street and made a firm decision to take her mother to her. A new home was built in a year and Raisa Antonovna underwent rehabilitation and began recognizing her own daughter, whom she considered a nurse in times of distress. She remembered poems and songs, her hard youth, although her consciousness was never fully restored. Today, Nadezhda and Valery live for an elderly woman. The house has all the conditions, a warm floor has been made so that an elderly person’s feet do not freeze. Washable in a bathroom, always has fresh and delicious food on the table.
In the person of Raisa Antonovna Kudymova, I would like to bow down to the ground to all the veterans who defended the Homeland, who gave birth to another wonderful generation – our parents.