Tag #152979 - Interview #78408 (Lidia Korotina)

Meanwhile my husband was transferred from Turkmenia to Leningradskaya village, in the Krasnodarskiy region. In 1945 I went there to join him. He was with a military unit, an air squadron.  At four o’clock in the morning the engines started making a terrible noise. It was all very tense – every day somebody crashed or died. I worked at a school teaching Russian. We rented a room in a house. It was a big room with five windows.  There was a stove and it burned reeds. The stove took a lot of fuel. We went to cut it on the plots of land assigned to us. It was very cold, but very exciting.  It was beautiful there in the village, only very cold. At night the dogs barked. There was a well in the yard. I would put on my husband’s fur boots and go out to bring in water.