"If I forget them, you God in heaven, forget me"
In these words, he concludes his poignant book on the destiny of Soviets brought to "inhuman land" Poles! The 1 who survived!
It's 1 of over a million and a half of those hard, incorruptible never defeated from the ants of these humiliated ones trampled in the snow behind the Arctic Circle, in the taiga, steppes of Kazakhstan and Karaganda!
Expedited, abused.
They kept for us, or they took forever to many graves scattered in the vast territories of russian Russia what our countrymen deported 85 years ago from the lines occupied by Stalin after 17 September 1939.
It's a time of fear, hunger, terrible death of loved ones.
It's a time of screaming, moaning and hardened silence.
Lies and triumphant evil!
A man has mistreated a man.
How's that?
It's a plague of slavery.
These are permanent images of the sore, tormented with exceptional torment of the face accompanied by misery and those triumphant, their persecutors.
Soviet deportations began exporting on 10 February 1940.
The main exports were intelligence and their families, landowners, settlers-Piłsudczyks, policemen, combatants of the 1920 war, teachers, officials, foresters and later richer farmers and skilled workers.
They were given a fewer or respective minutes to pack!
Four russian deportations are over 1 million Polish citizens.
The last ones were exported in June 1941, and even during the evacuation of Soviets after Hitler attacked Russia!
Poles were loaded into cattle wagons /celatniki / and ... we know what happened next!
I mean, so fewer Poles know how it was, and how many do not want to know!
And for the Poles arrested for anti-Soviet activity, unless he took them in the morning of the cloven veil and a bullet in the back of the head, they waited for prisons with phase targets before they got into cattle carriages; more than 5o people in 20 sq.m. sometimes you find beds of 5 people on one. The haystacks, the sheets!
Then the loading was loaded into cattle carriages /celasts / and ...
The train stopped.
The survivors are getting out.
Spicy frost.
What day, month?
We're only certain about a year!
Convoys with dogs on leashes and scary sight; men's women, children in terrible rags, feet wrapped in rags, heads in pieces of underwear, like turbans.
Before they set off the warning; step left, step right-building strelat!
".. . It's getting harder for us to go, the legs fall into snowfalls, the wind blows into our faces with sharp needles of hula ice in our rags, the frost penetrates deep..."
Solstatas in hoes and warm veils rush us, skor, skor!
Some prisoners clearly stand down, hold the march.
They have no more strength.
Convoys know what to do with them and the bullet ends the life of the unfortunate.
After the arrest, the transitional targets, the cattle wagons for those people who are inactive alive, the camper is almost the promised land, no substance what happens to them there!
".. Let's sit on the bunks at the wall,
Let's choice up our prison rags,
Let's smooth your hair, close your eyelids
In a minute our souls will fall far away
Family trail...
Christ, where's the sweetness of your blessings?
Where is the balm of words about faith? About God-man?
When nations present regulation the animal man,
When dogs bite on your doorstep temples,
when heaven is like a shroud of death, and the earth is all
One description with a body-tugging department...
O come the kingdom of light after mists and ghosts!
The kingdom of breath free from the throbbing horrors,
kingdom of daring highs, ecstatic songs
After the bonds that have been crushed by hell more painfully...
Save us from bondage, Lord
And from the evil of fear!
Amen.
"... / a gag from the improvised prayer of Poles exported to the east
In the face of specified a magnitude of death of hundreds of thousands of Poles and after specified nightmares, after specified experiences on the "NEWHERE EARTH" which were suffered by more than 1 million carried out there by Soviets, deported our compatriots from the border could inactive be capable of specified anti-Polish filth as Wojciech Jaruzelski and him like!?
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p.s.
1.* All quotes from Grażyna Lipinska's book, if I forget them.... Paris 1988, Editions
2.My household besides left a "track" there: behind the Arctic ellipse and in Siberia; twice; first after the January Uprising, from February 1940, and then besides after Operation "The Bright Gate"...
