AUTHOR : ALTYNSHASH BEGENOVA

 MY NOTES 
    
 Fairy tale - ALYNSHASH

chapter III

  1990, Belarus, all time the rain poured down. Sometimes the rain started to drizzle, probably for taking a breather, and then re-filled with new force cold shower and with strong wind was blowed to the bones. During the day I with students were visiting places of historical military events and we were stunned this tragedy that inhuman crimes were committed by the fascists nazis in Belarus.

  In a way, when I was sitting in the bus, I was trying to distract a little, I took my player with headphones and cassette albums Depeche Mode, my friend took the cassette albums Viktor Tsoi, we took turns listening to music, that helped a bit from a bad mood. The rain poured and the last day when we were getting on the train going from Minsk to Vilnius.

  I cried in Vilnius when during the tour I and students heard organ music in the church at first time, hot tears rolled down my cheeks, I turned away, quickly wiping my face that no one would have seen that I was crying.  All accumulated emotions of empathy and pain from what I've seen in Belarus resulted these tears. I went out and I turned to a sun and a wind, some time later, I calmed down.

  That time I was young sixteen years girl, but I understood that people need to have faith and strength of character. In the Soviet Union, the Soviet communist people could not go to mosques and churches, but people went and participated secretly, mostly old grandparents. 

  At that time, I sincerely wished that we could openly believe in depending on the accepted religion. 
Now I have sincerely, firm conviction that the nations inhabiting our planet earth should have sincere, open international and interreligious consent and respect each other.

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chapter III

Victory Day - May 1945!

 Summer, sunny, Ukraine. 

 I was a little girl, dress pockets were filled by the mulberry, sour-sweet, juicy, very tasty berry, my grandfather took a lot of  mulberry, full handfuls from the wood. We had been walking along the train tracks, my grandfather was a little tired and sat down, looked up and told me to look at the sky. There was a bright blue sky with white fluffy clouds.

  At that time, my grandfather said: "This is very important - Peaceful sky is overhead." I asked the grandfather to tell how he fought against the nazis, but my grandfather remained silent little bit, like would not prefer to speak, but then suddenly started talking. "Whole world, we all fought against the fascists, for that our descendants will live peacefully. All people of different nationalities, religions united for the fight against the fascist invaders and we defeated the fascists nazis at May 1945."

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author : Altynshash Begenova

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chapter III

 Сold, drizzling rain. The road from Minsk to Chatyn, Belarus, 1990. Bus was filled the students with two teachers, I have taken the tour to know the places of military glory  of fearless soldiers who protected the world from the nazis. 

  There was a sky covered with heavy gray clouds by the road to Chatyn. A sky was going to cry on the monuments Cemetery villages, Wall of Sorrows. There were a cold wind with the black clouds preparing for a heavy downpour.  "Wall of Sorrows - this block of reinforced concrete with niches in which the memorial plates are called 66 major death camps which built by the nazis, these camps of mass death. Further there were three birch trees symbolizing life and there was fourth place of Eternal Flame. And also there was the Tree of Life with a list of 433 villages burnt fascists invaders and restored after the war."*

  I stood near the Eternal Flame, a clod of tears came to throat and I remembered my two grandfathers, who were veterans of the Second World War and returned to home with a victory in 1945. My Ukrainian grandfather served as tank commander when he defended the land from fascist invaders in Second World War. My Kazakh grandfather was the descendant of Ablai Khan ( Turkistan ‎1771–1781 reign ) by the kinship care and served in the infantry when he defended the land from fascist invaders in Second World War. I have not seen my Kazakh grandfather alive. But I got two gifts from him : writing poetry and graduated by excellent the exam of the course of higher mathematics in institute. After the war, my Kazakh grandfather worked as the principal of the Kazakh school, he was a good mathematician and wrote poetry. 

*translation from russian artical about Chatyn http://www.belarus.by/ru/travel/belarus-life/khatyn

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