Book: Measure of being. Page 1

Why can't you say ya in Russian?

People grow up early in war.

From here, from the blockade, I am horrified by my past and mourn that a war was needed to heal my soul.

In January and February of 1942, 199,187 people died from exhaustion.

Today it seems incredible, but the besieged city provided the front with tanks. In the first six months of the blockade - more than 700 cars!

We are all marked. We are Leningraders.

The nanny said correctly: everyone is in trouble, and if everyone cries, then we will not be able to win.

Larisa loved to read. She took a book, climbed into bed, and noisy Leningrad outside the window suddenly turned into a mysterious island or Ali Baba’s cave. At such moments, she thought that the greatest happiness in life is when you are alone and no one bothers you.

Larisa loved to read. She took a book, climbed into bed, and noisy Leningrad outside the window suddenly turned into a mysterious island or Ali Baba’s cave. At such moments, she thought that the greatest happiness in life is when you are alone and no one bothers you.

Tears began to boil in my eyes from shame for the past. But you can’t cry, because tears deplete your strength, which you need to save in order to write everything down in detail. Now, in this fierce winter, torn by frost, all Leningraders, young and old, are not just residents - they are Witnesses.

From the end of January in the city, instead of one hundred and twenty-five, dependents began to be given two hundred and fifty grams of bread, employees three hundred, and workers four hundred.

It often happens that a big misfortune peels the husks off people, and it turns out that some people have pure gold under their dirty crust, while others have a lump of dirt under their fluffy skin.

On December 29, 1941, a total of 85 kg of flour and 75 liters of wine were allocated to the Orthodox communities of the city for the first time. Certainly. the allocated products were only sufficient to satisfy minimal liturgical needs. So, according to the testimony of parishioners. in May 1942, in the St. Nicholas Bolsheokhtinskaya Church, the prosphora was the size of a five-kopeck coin, and no more than two tablespoons of wine were allocated for the service and it was decided to perform

Father moved with difficulty, he could not stay at home, because people were waiting for consolation and encouragement, and who, if not the Lord, appointed him to serve in the besieged city? Blessed