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Today is a stormy day, my head hurts a lot, probably I was burn off from the stove at home (*I inhaled carbon monoxide from the stove).

In the morning, girls from Kolpino came running, of course, in a panic, but I sent them again.

Then there was Nyura Tsvetkova, she also almost cried, in fact, she’s a good crybaby, well, and now, even more so, if there really was something there.

I laughed, how she sat in the nettles.

Betselev was, and take a walk somewhere all day.

In conclusion, I received a long-awaited letter in which he invites me to his place, but I don’t know how they will let me go, and how else they will let me through.

Just in case, I wrote him an answer, maybe I won’t have to go.

I need to go either tomorrow or on Saturday.

This letter brought both joy and trouble,

At the end he signed: Your friend; and only?

Well, what can you do?

Let us remain familiar, maybe for the better.

The workshop didn’t work at night, so I knitted.

At about 10 pm how start «bang-bang».

I thought the bombing was already starting, so I jumped out of bed, put on my slippers, and sat there.

Some time passed, and again, the second time there was a blow, well, then I jumped off again.

I really wanted to go outside, but it was creepy, there was no one in the workshop, and it was dark.

I wasn’t afraid the shooting, but it was scary because of the darkness.

Again, I started thinking about the last letters, what means «familiar».

I re-read all the past letters, there was no such signature anywhere else.

What does he think.

Well, okay, as on his part, so I will answer, mutually.

How into the forest, thats and out of the forest (*Phraseologism: how you treat someone, that’s how they will answer you later).

30/VIII/1941

30/VIII. I got up at 7 o’clock in the morning and the fighter Lenka woke me up.

The radio is silent, so I slept peacefully.

I got up, put myself in order, drank some tea, and took up my diary, just as Kurochka (*comparison with Chicken) was sitting next to me, writing a letter to a friend.

Suddenly, a shot from a heavy weapon.

It’s interesting to go out and see, but I still have time.

«Ivan Anakin», they say, came go from Kolpino.

As the «Katushechnoe Information Bureau» reported today, Mga (*Mga is an urban village in the Leningrad region) and echelons with children were heavily bombed.

Only the carriages, with things and children, returned to Leningrad.

And the Nazis fired machine guns from the air at the children taking refuge.

Here you are, fucking asshole, if only this is true.

Ninka Basova speaks about the course of the war like a child; she herself does not understand anything.

Okay, it’s time to go to the workshop.

At one o’clock I went to the dentist.

The say they brought pine boards, a military orders, I don’t know how their the recycle (*recycling from wood).

Today for the 5th G.E.S. were shooting all the time, I’m still angry at the Apostle of Evil, but I want to see him myself, but I probably won’t have to go anyway.

Today, during for the period war, is the first tense day.

Shooting can be heard all around, or rather, from Rybatskoye.

There were a lot of planes flying when I was on the brevenka.

Only 7 planes flew immediately along the right bank.

Three, probably with a load, went towards Lake Ladoga.

Have a safe journey, do your job, and return safe and sound.

There were 3 planes flying back, probably for cargo.

It would be good if everything went this way, worse is expected.

We are working now, and if we need to go, we will fight with the fascists.

Before death, the fly gets angry too.

Hitler too before his death.

Rest assured, we will not surrender Leningrad.

Leningrad was, and will be, ours, this glorious, revolutionary city.

Today I received a military order again, and we have already started fulfilling it.

I’m sitting, writing, and I’m still thinking about my «familiar», he’s probably waiting and won’t wait, judging by his last words in each letter.

In the evening I was on Palevsky, in 3 rooms, and had dinner at Moti’s, drink out a little, and went to the Factory.

The military just brought the order, tomorrow we will start fulfilling it.

I slept peacefully, but woke up thinking about my friend and the last words of his letters.

31/VIII/1941

31/VIII. I woke up with the radio.

I listened to the report, battles along the entire front.

Before I had time to get up, they called me: to send 20 people to defense work.

I made a list, people went unconditionally.

In the morning I started fulfilling the military order.

The work is hot.

At the height of it, the Sablinskys asked to go to Sablino and pick up their things.

It’s quiet today.

In all likelihood, there was a landing battle yesterday, as they say Ivanovka was occupied.

Well, bastards, if it’s true.

We will not surrender Leningrad.

It’s pouring rain today, but people are working unconditionally.

7 pm, shift was working on special order.

The shift is working hard – well done.

Probably, they are tired of being outside the city, at the dacha, that’s why they work so conscientiously, or the seriousness of the current situation has simply dawned on them.

Lebedev was there today, from the defense sector, it was nice to listen to such a worker.

The person has no panic, and unbridled enthusiasm.

The artillery struck very hard, but not often.

Now it’s 7 o’clock, I’m listening to the latest news from Moscow, and suddenly there’s such a blow that the windows are shaking.

I know you, fidgety, curious Sasha, in your youth you listened to this shooting, when 3-inch shells were flying over your head, and you were collecting cows (*Civil War of 1917—1918, including the events of the Izhevsk-Votkinsk uprising (in At the moment of its highest rise, the uprising covered a territory with a population of more than 1 million people (most of modern Udmurtia)).

I have peace of mind about what is to come…

Don’t be discouraged, Sashenka, you can’t have two deaths and you can’t avoid one, but now you don’t want to die by accident.

Today I’ve been thinking all day and remembering a friend who’s probably waiting.

The time was 10:30 pm, I was sitting and strapping (*There is a section in knitting – strapping scarves and napkins) scarves for the fighters as a gift, and I also tied three scarves for Lenka.

Let she remember – she is also a fighter.

I wanted to take a walk around the territory, but I went out into the corridor, and it was very dark, if you hit your forehead, you’ll be a freak.

On the radio reported what vile things the Nazis were doing in the Leningrad region – they gave gifts to peasants and allowed them to work on the collective farm, with the goal of taking the Soviet harvest for themselves.

One peasant was given a watch, and then he was hanged on a lamppost.

Chapter 4. September 1941

1/IX/1941

1/IX. Beginning of a new academic year.

I remembered something from the past when I was a student.

This period was so pleasant, and the day when students from all over the Soviet Union gathered, each with their own impressions, and how many of them there were for each summer spent outside the city.

You used to sit at a lecture and wait for a break to share with your comrades – where are they now.

Now you sit here and remember yesterday and think about today.

At night, firing from heavy guns was heard.

I left the office to check which side they were hitting from.

At first it was scary, because it was dark and quiet all around, the workshop was not working.

I heard shots behind Khimgaz (*Khimgaz Plant (formerly Neftegaz)), then went to bed.

At night, they say, at about five o’clock, there was heavy shooting, but I was sleeping and didn’t hear it.

I sleep soundly, having worked hard during the day.

The day passed calmly, only artillery shots were heard in the distance.

In the evening, at 10 o’clock, T. Pavlovna and I went to me, bypass the brevenka, and behind the 5th G.E.S. a glow was visible.

At the end of the day I wrote a letter to an «acquaintance».

I apologized to him for not coming, because maybe it would have been the last meeting.

At 7:30, selection on the military study, to the rear of the militia (*Leningrad People’s Militia Army (as part of the active Army in the period 1/VII/1941- 20/VIII/1941); 20/VIII/1941 body for managing the military training of the working people of Leningrad renamed Leningrad Defense Headquarters), I was appointed squad commander.

The classes did not take place; the gathering was small and late.

Tomorrow, we’ll probably start earlier, because the girls need to get home.

I don’t really care, I overslept at the Factory.

2/IX/1941

2/IX. Got up with the Information Bureau.

Fights along the entire front.

Our planes carried out raids on Berlin, Koenigsberg, and Danzig.

One plane did not return to its bases.

At 7 o’clock Popov calls and asks to allocate 4 people for defense work.

I sent 6 people.

I entered the territory, and the refugees were stretching and stretching along the right bank of the Neva.

Gun volleys have been heard all around since the morning.

At 10:30 I go to the control room, on scratch my tongue, then I cursed a little on Vainin, and go to my cabinet.

At 11 o’clock conveyed an appeal to Leningraders.

Today they are moving Rybatskoye to the city.

Let Rybushkin come to my apartment, I don’t live at home anyway, will save me some junk.

Yes, the decisive days have come for Leningrad.

Today, the radio constantly addresses the soldiers and residents of Lenin, mobilizes them, and warns them all the time.

The enemy is close, the enemy is on the outskirts of the city.

Airplanes are often buzzing in the air today, anti-aircraft guns are firing, and artillery fire can be heard.

But in Leningrad, or rather here on Katushka, it’s calm, because I haven’t been outside the gates for a long time, and I don’t want to go home.

The city will be ours, we will not give it to the enemy, Lenin’s city exists and will be Soviet.

We will provide comprehensive assistance to the front and defend Leningrad.

At 19:15 the signal air alert

The tower is instructed to monitor the air from Lake Ladoga and the Bolshevik Plant.

I gave a warning to the tower to keep an eye on Khimgaz, a landing is possible.

I told the tower to keep an eye on Rybatsky (*Rybatskoe – it is located in the southeastern part of St. Petersburg).

9:30, I’m sitting, and suddenly a radio transmission chronicle starts broadcasting, V. Inber is speaking.

This is a soft female voice, she addresses the women of the city of Lenin, that the enemy is close, the enemy is at the gates of the city.

She started with stories about the first bombing of Moscow, suddenly the announcer interrupted and said, air alert

Sirens blared, horns blared, and the alarm lasted about 6 hours.

V.I. gave a number of selfless examples of the entire population during the bombings, called on Leningraders, in the days of the impending threat, to behave the way Muscovites behaved.

9:45, artillery salvo, I sit quietly, second, third.

At that time I wrote a letter to an «acquaintance», good, good, and recommended joining the VKP (b) (*All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks).

At 12 o’clock Sokolov calls to me and says that the representative of the District Party Committee has ordered to strengthen security.

So, I put on two socks, two stockings, two coats, and walk around the territory.

3/IX/1941

3/IX. The day began with duty on the territory.

The night is warm (relatively speaking, of course), clear, not a cloud in the sky – light.

The night is very suspicious, especially for enemy raids.

Went to bed at 5 o’clock in the morning, and at 9 I was already on my feet.

The day is very clear, but already autumn.

I sent a letter to an «acquaintance».

I went to the Factory Administration, and suddenly, at 10:56, «air alert».

73rd in a row.

10 planes flew from north to west.

Headquarters reports that paratroopers have landed at the Sortirovochnaya station.

At 11:10 the sound of anti-aircraft guns is heard.

Heavy shooting at the Sortirovochnaya.

«Air alert» lasted 1:40, passed calmly, although the anti-aircraft guns hit hard.

Morning message: fighting along the entire front.

After intense fighting, our troops evacuated the city of Tallinn.

At 19:10 «air alert» Heavy shooting can be heard in the Sortirovochnaya area.

The weather is cloudy, I don’t know how it will go.

Today I was getting ready to go home, I thought about going to see a friend tomorrow, but I changed my mind, you still won’t get in, you need a pass.

I’m sitting, writing, and I can hear the whirring of airplanes.

The tower reports that 7 planes are flying from north to south.

I arrived home at 9 o’clock in the evening.

Polinka had soup, so we heated up the soup, boiled potatoes, drank tea made from berries, and gorged ourselves so much that we could roll on the floor.

We had a great laugh at the «ZhPA» team (*Obscene expression meaning butt, buttocks).

4/IX/1941

4/IX. Got up at 6 am.

I’m already used to getting up at this time.

You’re waiting for the military summary like I don’t know what.

Fights along the entire front.

Then Polinka and I went to the Laundry.

The big shooting was guns this morning, despite the cloudy weather.

I was on my feet all day: first I washed the clothes, dried them, ironed them, and so the day passed.

Lenka came, I made soup again.

Lenka bought liqueurs, I drank two glasses, and got back to work.

In the evening I drank 3 beers.

I really missed my friend.

5/IX/1941

5/IX. I stood up together with the Information Bureau.

I slept in Lenka’s bed for two nights.

There are refugees fro Rybatskoe in my room.

The room is dark, cramped, and stuffy.

At 8 o’clock I was already at the Factory.

Nyura Tsvetkova bought me everything: fish, sugar, and candy.

In general, I live, I don’t go to the store, and I have everything here.

I prepared a package for a friend.

The weather today is cloudy, which itself contributes to the defense of Leningrad.

The weather itself is not happy with the current situation and the situation around Leningrad.

Leningrad became the front.

As reported today, yesterday evening, 4 bombs were dropped near the «Red Peat» (*Krasnyi Torfyanik), and a shell from a long-range gun.

Today, they say, the Bolshevik Plant was shelled.

Yes, Leningrad became a front.

But I’m calm, that’s why I’m putting everything on paper, then, maybe someday I’ll remember these historical notes.

So, I’m writing now, and the sounds of gunfire don’t stop.

Today we chatted with Popov for an hour and talked about housing.

I told him that he decide quickly so that you can be remembered with a good word.

At 5:30 I went into the shower and washed for an hour, despite the artillery fire.

I just came to my place, I wanted to order herrings, and I have a full supply of products in my office.

Suddenly, at 6:45, the signal «air alert».

At 7:05, heavy anti-aircraft gunfire, and big impact, in all likelihood, a shell fell somewhere close, as there was a large ball of dust.

Yes, Leningrad became a front.

We received the task to allocate three people for defense work.

In the evening we studied a grenade and a rifle.

A shell fell on Olgin, but not in the house, but in the square, but the windows in the nearby houses were all broken.

In the evening, Gefler arrives and says that a shell fell on Razyezzhay and penetrated 4 floors.

Good night, Sasha, although the night is clear, we haven’t heard any shooting yet.

Chicken spends the night with me.

6/IX/1941

6/IX. Yes, I slept peacefully.

I went to bed after class at 11 o’clock, suddenly at 12 o’clock nights, they call me and say that there is light in the foremen’s office.

I sent the Kurochkina, there’s a dick sitting a member of the «ZhPA» (*Obscene expression meaning ass, buttocks), Vysotskaya, is sitting there, turned on the light, and is sitting calmly.

Well, I gave her a scolding.

This morning I was nervous about sending people to defense work.

People don’t want to go – they’re tired of it.

What a terrible mood today, this is all an casualty accident with Kestner.

How unpleasantly it incapacitates a person at such a difficult moment.

Insert №7. Photo «On the route of defense structures».

Shooting was continuously heard all day long, presumably from the direction of Shlisselburg.

Yesterday evening a shell fell on Glazovaya Street (*Now: st. Konstantin Zaslonov), this is not far from where I live.

Surprisingly, the shell penetrated the third floor, but the first and fourth floors remained undamaged.

It is unknown what happened in the house, as the public is not allowed in.

At 3:15 today a shell fell on Martynskaya Street (*After 1978 it became part of Olga Berggolts Street).

When I went outside, a shell whistled past in the same direction.

I was pretty nervous today because of Rodionova’s tongue, because a shell supposedly fell on the Lenin Factory.

Well, one old woman came to me, all in tears, and asked me to let her go.

I barely had to persuade her, oh, these women’s tongues.

At 4 o’clock in the afternoon Kuznetsov spoke on the radio, and the pilot, Comrade Sidorenko, three times order bearer of the Kirov Plant.

The day passed very anxiously.

The artillery was firing close all the time, and the shells were exploding close.

As they told me today, in the Volodarsky district yesterday, 20 people were killed and 70 people were wounded.

In the evening we were engaged in military affairs, taking aim from a rifle.

My results are not bad.

Then they reported that there was a fire in the direction of Shlisselburg, Nyura Kurochkina and I went to the 6th floor.

Yes, indeed, the fire was strong, then we came to me.

Titov came, ate herring, drank tea, and suddenly they called that we had light somewhere.

So, we went to check, nothing special.

Yes, my soul has become boring, something is getting more boring every day.

Today I received a letter from Kolya Chizhov.

So, I’m writing this diary at 12 o’clock in the morning, suddenly, in a row, 7 shots and explosions.

Well, I’m going to bed now, but I don’t know how the night will go.

Good night, Sasha.

For some reason, all evening I was remembering the incident of meeting in Petrozavodsk with the director of the Utilities and Raw Materials Industry.

Yes, it was summer, there is something to remember.

The best impression was this trip around Finland, all these ordeals (*Toll – to undergo ordeals; Ordeal – torment, suffering, difficult, unpleasant chores).

So many impressions of nature, destruction, defensive structures, the Mannerheim Line.

Insert №8. The poem «Leningraders, my children!» (Author: Dzhambul).

Insert №9. Photo «Active army. Parts of the N-formation».

7/IX/1941

7/IX. Sunday, got up at 8 o’clock in the morning.

I saw something familiar in a dream, I’ll probably receive a letter.

Oh, he’s an acquaintance, an acquaintance, if only we could meet for one hour!

Today is still quiet, the weather is cloudy and drizzling rain.

The weather itself characterizes the severity of the Leningraders, who are also unkind to the enemy.

The recorded 7 shots turned out to be bombs.

This bastard sneaked into such darkness as a thief and dropped bombs, they say one bomb hit a house on Staro-Nevsky avenue, on Poltavskaya street.

There are victims.

Dementyeva came to me today all teary, she said all the windows were broken, she lives near the Lenin Factory.

I sent her home.

Now I’m sitting, writing, and drinking tea.

The weather has changed, the sun appears from time to time, but clouds are constantly crawling across the sky.

A dangerous day for a raid.

Any moment a vulture might emerge from behind the clouds and do some mischief.

It’s quiet today, probably the Nazis are resting on Sunday.

Last night there was the first air bombing.

The damage is still unknown, but there are victims

I’m very sorry for the children.

Today is the 2nd Youth Sunday (*All-Union Komsomol Youth Sunday), we are working normally.

Yesterday I looked at the 1941 calendar, and how nice it would be to relax during the holidays today.

We would have 3 days.

On New Year’s Day 1942, we have a day off.

Now, it would be possible to spend time, not like last year, a friend was lucky.

11:15 pm, I was still sitting and crocheting (*Knitting).

I wanted to go to bed, but before I go to bed, I need to write down the past day.

The day passed calmly, as many workers call it:

– «Since it’s Sunday, Hitler has a day off.»

In all likelihood, they destroyed the point that was shelling the city.

Hitler does not have Sundays; he attacked us just on Sunday, with his crusade.

Today I learned to shoot, I used 10 rounds of ammunition.

She didn’t hit very well, I packed everything in 3—4.

Today I was told one episode.

During yesterday’s bombing of Nevsky avenue, «Iv. Anakin» was washing himself in the shower, and when explosions were heard, he put on his pants and jacket with a soapy head, ran out without even buttoning his pants, and asked Fofanova where they were shooting.

And he pretends to be a hero, he saw a plane circling from the Moskovsky station to Finlyandsky, and back, and then he dropped two bombs on Nevsky avenue.

Here is a liar warrior, it would be better to remain silent.

When he told this, I laughed.

Today was Sunday.

At 16:00 I listened to a rally of women in the common struggle against the fascists.

The rally was broadcast from Moscow.

Grizodubova, Troitskaya, Barsova, Dolores, Ibarruri, and others performed.

The rally lasted from 4 to 7:30 pm.

In the evening with Voevodin I draw out a mug of beer.

Today I’m spending the night alone, on the galerka (*Upper tier in a theater with cheap seats), the workshop is not working.

Here, as I am writing these lines, I can hear 4 blows in the distance, probably artillery.

Today Popov again offers me Faktorovich’s apartment.

I really don’t want to move, the main thing is that I don’t like my neighbors – Voevodin and Anakin.

I don’t want to move to its.

Okay, Sasha, good night.

8/IX/1941

8/IX. I woke up at 6 o’clock, but then, after listening to the radio, I took a nap until 8 o’clock.

There were battles along the entire front.

The military reports have not been bad lately; the Germans are being crushed and crushed.

Someday, they will be cut up, basically, and the rest will understand the power and invincibility of our country.

At 10:02 they gave «air alert».

76th alarm in a row.

It passed calmly, you didn’t even hear the anti-aircraft guns.

But the weather was cloudy, therefore dangerous for the Germans.

Fascist vultures stealthily sneak into the city in this weather.

Say, that «Iv. Anakin» was also called to the military enlistment office.

By God, I really want him to be accepted into the Army.

Such a coward in practice, but a hero in words.

Just yesterday this hero said that the shells fly without any whistle.

Also a warrior, and also the authority of the Factory.

I’m sitting, writing, and I want something sweet.

I climbed into the drawer, to my supplies, which she was saving for a friend.

If he doesn’t write, then let him not write, oh well.

I probably scared him with my last letter.

After all, you need to write something.

If he is boycott, I am also his daughter-in-law, always in retaliation (*Phraseologism: daughter-in-law in retaliation – to spite someone; taking revenge for something).

Yesterday Katya told a joke:

One woman became pregnant very often and decided to seek help from a doctor.

The doctor prescribed her to drink cream soda.

She left him and remembered that she had not asked when to drink, before or after.

She’s back. The doctor says, drink Instead of…

(*Text breaks off).

I’m sitting and thinking whether or not I should go to Borovaya.

I’m completely unaccustomed to being away from home.

I have a good bed here and two mattresses.

At 18:32 they gave «air alert», such was the hurricane gun fire.

I am very curious, I run around the office with a phone and receiver in my hands.

Suddenly, three fascist planes were flying towards Smolny, and they were being fired upon.

The whole sky was dotted with haze from anti-aircraft guns.

But the fascist vultures moved forward calmly, smoothly, with their engines turned off.

The tower reported that there was a very large fire in the direction of the Moskovsky Station.

Pavel Nikolaevich Erofeev assumed that the «Red Neftyanik» was burning (*One of the main reserves of petroleum products for Leningrad was concentrated here. Gasoline, kerosene, and oil were stored in 46 above-ground tanks with a capacity of 30 to 5000 cubic meters).

At 19:06 «Iv. Anakin» reported that in the direction of Vasilyevsky Island a fire was visible in 4 places.

I myself looked out the window and saw clouds of smoke in the Moscow district.

The devil knows, he still broke through.

Just as these planes were flying, and the crushing fire of anti-aircraft guns was hitting, only two girls were sitting on the tower.

Any of the bosses afraid to show themselves on the tower.

The workers were all sent to a bomb shelter.

I’m not afraid of anything yet, what will happen ahead – I’ll say it and write it in my diary.

The sky is clouded with haze.

Our planes appeared in the air.

In the evening they informed me that 11 enemy vultures were flying.

The impacts of dropping bombs was not heard.

This, one might say, was Leningrad’s first baptism of fire.

Oh, what a panic we had at the Factory, not only among women and men, but also among the leaders of the Factory.

They didn’t even speak their own language, Anakin and Sokolov went to the tower, and while they were climbing, the shooting intensified, and they didn’t show their noses until everything died down.

Oh, and there was laughter at them.

I personally was very angry with myself that I couldn’t move away from the phone.

By God, in the hottest moments, I would climb the tower, because I’m curious, I need to see everything for myself.

Headquarters reported that the raid consisted of 44 aircraft.

I during «air alert» stealthily, I climbed the tower and looked at Borovaya.

Still alive.

Then I came to my place, I call Nyura Kurochkina, and we cook some potatoes.

Sokolov instructed me to look around the territory to see if there were any leaflets.

It was already dark and nothing could be seen.

I treated Titov and Popov to potatoes.

Then Titov and I went to the tower.

Just got up to the 4th floor, «air alert» again.

I got up to tower, there was darkness all around, but searchlights were working everywhere, but in my opinion this is a very good reference point for the enemy.

At 10:45 bombs were dropped twice in the direction of Smolny.

The anti-aircraft strikes do not stop.

The tower reports that the shooting over the city is intensifying.

At 11 o’clock explosions in the Moskovsky district.

Yes, life has become interesting – today you are alive, but tomorrow you don’t know what will happen.

Tokarny workshop and Katushka were sent to the bomb shelter at 11:03.

The anti-aircraft guns are firing closer and closer all the time, and I, as an observer, write everything down in this diary.

Anakin, like a mother-in-law, keeps grumbling that someone is supposedly making noise on the phone, sits there, and sulking.

I’m sitting with my pipe, but I really want to sleep, although the shooting doesn’t subside.

The tower reported that lighting rockets launched from the Lenin Plant.

There was impenetrable darkness outside.

The fascist vultures break through one by one and do their vile deed.

This is how 8/IX passed, this restless day and, we can say that this is the first, most restless day of the entire war.

If on Saturday shells flew through us, if then they didn’t know where the shell was coming from and where, although no less safely, here you know that «air alert», you have been warned and sit tensely.

Today I don’t say goodnight, Sasha, because the time is 11:35 pm, and the anxiety is still going on, and how long I’ll sit with the receiver on the phone is unknown.

Now, I think I’ll go to bed with the tube, I’m tired of sitting crooked for 20 hours.

9/IX/1941

9/IX. 0:00, «air alert», it’s still going on, but it’s quiet for now.

And I really want to sleep, if anyone knew, my eyes don’t look at all.

And in the morning the radio will wake me up again.

The sounds of anti-aircraft guns begin again and get closer.

At 0:20, the pillow workshop was ordered to work, as there was no immediate danger.

Lights out «air alert» at 0:40.

Oh, who would know how much I want to sleep.

Okay, I’m going to bed now.

I still woke up at 6 o’clock.

Fights along the entire front.

Near Smolensk there were battles for 26 days for the city of Yelnya, where many fascist divisions and regiments were destroyed.

After which our troops took the city of Yelnya.

At 7:33 air raid warning

This is the 79th alarm in a row, it passed calmly.

At 10:42 air raid warning

At 12:00 «air alert», again.

At 14:37 «air alert».

At 16:13 «air alert».

At first you could hear shooting, then it became quiet.

The tower reported that there was a fire at the Lenin Mill.

Yes, there really was a lot of smoke.

This is during air raid warning the enemy was shelling the city, and a shell hit an oil tank.

The planes are buzzing and buzzing in the air, in my opinion, they are ours.

At 17:30, anti-aircraft gun fire was heard.

At 18:50 «air alert» again, it passed calmly.

At 20:06 air alert

After the shift ended, Nyura and I set to boil potatoes in the dining room.

We started having dinner with Nyura, and of course invited Fedya, my crush according to Popov, Ha-Ha-Ha.

Here is the public, even men, and they occupy big positions, but they engage in gossip.

Is it really impossible to talk to a person who has nothing more than a friendly relationship with Fedya, because he’s not my type.

Poor thing, my friend is somewhere.

How many bumps rained down on my head and his head if we treated each other, person to person, as it should be.

Eh, acquaintance, acquaintance, will I really forget you and replace you with someone else?

No, he will always be with me, even in the most difficult moment for me and for him.

After all, just yesterday I wanted to write a will to him…

Yes, friend, whether we meet again or not, I think we will.

I broke away from the topic of today with this friend.