Biography of Olga Sharonova

Stories in our editorial office fall in different ways: someone will tell you an interesting person, you will accidentally meet someone. And someone has been sending publications with the biography of their ancestors several times, but receives a refusal due to a very large amount of information. However, a good story will find its way. Today we publish the first part of the story of our reader Olga Sharonova.

Usually, to Victory Day, they talk a lot and write about battles, heroic exploits, patriotic actions at the front. But about those who retained the rear during the war, who later treated the fighting and mental wounds of the fighters who returned home, tell little. How much is known about their fate? For life with the hero, they do not give medals and do not erect monuments.

Therefore, I want to tell about my grandmothers whom I admire, and with each year lived more and more I understand how difficult it was for them. But they did not lose their life troubles and difficulties of the main purpose of a woman in the abyss - to be the keeper of the family hearth. My grandmothers I think I was lucky in my life to know them close enough. Both always treated me well.

I do not remember that one of them cursed at me. Both were very kind and wise. It seems to me that they knew in advance, what would happen. Of course, this is in some way an illusion. They just both lived a difficult life, they had to go through a lot. How to tell you what they were? I’ll start with the most important thing for me - I did not share them by names, I just called them: “Grandma”.

I remember her old, low, dry. When I was born, she was already 67 years old. Of course, by the time I could realize something, remember, she was old even more-whether a joke, to live in a village, in a house without amenities. And it is even more difficult to realize that all adversities and experienced events also leave their mark on a person. Grandmother, Evdokia Nikolaevna Pankratova, was born on February 14 in Gagarskaya, where her mother, Ekaterina Ivanovna Kuplinova, daughter of the founder of the village of Ivan Savelyevich, returned, returning, becoming a soldier.

Father, Nikolai Artyomovich Bychkov Sukharev, a native of Novodmitriyevka Verkhneveleznitsky volost, in the First World War fell into a gas attack on May 18. Demobilized by wound. Repeatedly called to the assembly point. Without reaching the front, he died of Gangrene. So, my grandmother remained half -blue. Together with their mother and brother, they settled with grandfather Ivan Savelyevich finally.

He owned Riga, a mill, forge, held horses, sheep, cows. His family was big, and at the time when the widowed Catherine came to live with his children, there were already a brother and family, unmarried brothers and other households in his house. And grandfather Ivan built a house for his daughter Katya and her children - a hut and a canopy. For the first year, they lived in it without a roof - upstairs, on the ceiling, lay a layer of chaff of small hay residues.

There was no firewood, Duna and her brother had to drag a churbak into the house and saw it, of course, manually. How many children could so fan firewood? So, it was damp and cold. Grandmother grew without a father, and her grandfather in her mother, my great -great -grandfather Ivan Savelyevich had a great influence on her. He was a church man, went to the Alexander Church, sang there on the Church.

I took Dunya with him. With the beginning of collectivization, dispossession came to the village. Ivan Savelyevich fell under the definition of a prosperous one. To avoid dispossession, after long and, I believe, he voluntarily carried the keys to all his possessions of the new government. The previous life and the previous way of once collapsed overnight. All this affected the health of Ivan Savelyevich, and he died not at all old.

Baba Katya did not have any supports in life at all. At the same time, Dunya, like all the inhabitants of the village, became a witness to the dispossession of relatives and worried, seeing how loafers and loales without a twinge of conscience pull everything that was left without the hosts. The joy of people from unrighteous profit for life has been preserved in her memory by an unusual pain.

A special spoon was stored in her house for a long time, which came from the family as the memory of them and about those historical events. However, my grandmother will never, as far as I remember, how much I have heard, I have never responded badly about people. Marriage and war in January of the year Grandmother Dunya married grandfather Stepan Pankratov. She went to live with him in his father’s house.

There, besides father and stepmother, there were an older brother and sister, half -brother and sister, a daughter -in -law and a younger brother. The house was also closely complicated relationships, so grandparents went to live with her mother, Baba Katya. We lived a little there, there was also a grandmother’s brother, Kolya. And Grandfather Stepan decided to go to Vyksa with his grandmother's relatives.

At the end of February, they had the eldest daughter Masha. Grandma baptized her in the Big Church. It was also difficult to live with relatives: a large family, another life’s way. And grandfather returned to the village. And when the daughter Masha was not even 8 months old, he was taken from Gagarskaya into the army. Grandma remained a soldier. For three years. No wife, no widow, with a small child.

There is no father. No grandfather. Brother at that time went to Vyksa to study at the FZU.In the year, he was drafted into the army. The photo was taken approximately in the city of Grandmother Extreme on the left in soldiers. The little child - the eldest daughter of Maria Grandfather demobilized only in the fall. The family lived in a house where about two decades have passed without male hands at that time.

This is a village where for the winter you need to store firewood, wear water, and for cattle you need food, this is a priori. And if you add here to care for the care of a small child? And the difficult historical period of collectivization and repressions, how much was the history of the history of the characters and the establishment of joint life? Less than a year! The Great Patriotic War began.

And the grandmother remained again in soldiers, already with two children and in even worse conditions - on women the villages laid the traditional business of men in the collective farm - mowing. Imagine life at least a little. Question one: water for food, cleaning and hygiene. It must be brought from the well, heated. Heat and housing. Here is the second question: firewood and stove.

Without this, neither warm, nor eat, nor wash. It is different, as it is, not to get. And this is just life. And how could this be solved? Only the costs of own energy and health. Work on collective farm beds and lands of health also did not add, and life did not improve. And this is almost 5 years. Grandma preserved children. And her husband waited. Did this appreciate the state? Grandmother was not considered a rear worker.

But grandmother provided her grandfather’s rear. How important it was for him, you can understand from his difficult childhood - he was left without a mother at 16.