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Dasha and Burenka

Only once did Dasha Horny be scared the same way as now, when a bull ran after her with a funny nickname Roby. A healthy bull, stubborn, menacing, everyone was timid before it. The children were afraid of him like fire, and even adults tried to avoid it. On that distant day, the malicious Robya noticed Dasha in the meadow when she was walking home. He set up sharp horns that looked like a huge grip, and, threatening menacingly, moved behind the girl ... Fortunately, the shepherd did not sleep. He noticed an impending disaster in time, shouted at Roby, snapped the whip and calmed the obstinate. But at least that day everything ended well, since then Dasha was afraid to come close to the cows and bulls.

... And now she is much worse than then. She and her mother and grandmother leave home and it is not known for how long. Adults call this the sonorous and incomprehensible word “evacuation”, and children with someone’s filing - “blind nettle”. Nettle - because you do not know how and when fate will burn you on another side. And the blind - because you do not know where you are going for a long time and where your father's house will be from now on ...

The road they walked on was not deserted. People who had not managed or did not fit in special cars were evacuated from Yelets and the surrounding villages. And those who are just afraid to wait for these cars, losing precious time. People walked on foot, like Dasha and her family, or rode in old carts. And everyone was talking about one thing: the Germans were coming. They cursed the Germans, talked about how they are brutal, capturing our villages, ruining and killing us. And because the word "fit" sounded worse.

The wind hit in the face, whistled. And suddenly the bees loudly boomed. Dasha raised her head: in the sky, far, far away, three black swarm flew. They then approached, as if talking to each other, then diverged again. Bees - now, in the last days of the autumn 1941 of the year? ..

- Airplanes! Germans! - shouted mother.

The panic began. People scattered randomly along the road, hid behind carts, pressed into the snow. They are not yet accustomed to bombing and did not know how to behave. And Dasha also lay down, and her mother covered her with herself. But the girl still managed to see that the three black swarm are three planes.

There was a rumble, a whistle, a huge black pillar soared upward nearby. “A fascist swarm stung our land,” thought the girl in awe. Someone shouted, again something loudly began to whistle ... And suddenly, amid this desperate turmoil and screams, Dasha heard a loud mournful moo. It was not at all what the girl was accustomed to. The cow seemed to be trying to say something.

Dasha freed her head - an unknown cow rushed along the road from somewhere unknown. Probably, she strayed from the common herd, when he was hijacked, and then, hearing people, went to them. The animal was very scared, it rushed from one pillar to another, fell once, but rose again. And she mooed, she mooed so wildly and heart-rendingly that it immediately became clear to the young villager: it was not only fear. Dasha looked at the udder, rather out of habit, rather than by guesswork ... And she understood: yes, you need to milk a cow! It seemed insane, completely unreal - here, in the cold, hungry, but with milk. And she is torn between people in trouble and asks them for help.

Dasha pushed her mother away, jumped to her feet and rushed forward across the field. She no longer remembered how she had previously feared the terrible bull, Roby, and she was not afraid of the black bees that curled threateningly in the gloomy sky.

- Stop !! It is impossible !! - shouted mom.

But the girl did not stop. She stumbled to the rescue of the cow.

- Honey, honey! she called a frightened cow. - Come here, rather!

But, of course, the cow did not go - she simply could not make out the assistant in the girl. Dasha ran to the cows. Her hands trembled, her heart pounded. Previously, the girl herself, without help, never had to milk the cow. But she had seen Mom many times, and several times they milked the cow together. “You need to gently but firmly press,” Dasha remembered and set to work. She didn’t have a bucket or a bowl with herself - who knew what she would have to milk under the bombing? Hands at first did not obey - it required strength. But after a while it went. Precious milk dripped right onto the dry land. The cow stood quietly, only shuddered when a new explosion was heard. She tolerated the inept hands of a girl and even seemed grateful.

Soon my mother arrived and began to help Dasha. And then they all together (not to throw the cow!) Hurried to the road, where people still lay trying to escape from the bombing. The cow no longer moaned, although the evil black bees were still flying over the field — now they simply frightened them and stopped bombing. She knew that from now on not one ...

... The Rogovs family survived the evacuation in one of the villages of the Lipetsk region, the front line did not reach here. And then they returned home, to the outskirts of Yelets. Returned along with the cow, who lived in this family until the end of his days.

Dasha grew up and became Darya Mikhailovna Kalintseva. For many years she worked as a milkmaid at the Znamya Oktyabrya state farm in the Yeletsky District.

Picture by Viktor Nelyubov
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  1. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 10 December 2015 06: 08
    Thank you very much for the story, dear Sophia.
    Good Soviet people living in a good Soviet country.
  2. aba
    aba 10 December 2015 06: 34
    The story of becoming Human.
    1. gladcu2
      gladcu2 11 December 2015 23: 25

      This moral formative story. You have accepted positively.

      And someone will say that this girl is not normal.

      And after 20 years you will be aiming at each other through sights.
  3. parusnik
    parusnik 10 December 2015 07: 43
    A story about simple things .. to the core ... Thank you ...
  4. Volga Cossack
    Volga Cossack 10 December 2015 07: 56
    Soul touched! Thank! Bow to you Cossack!
  5. Monastic
    Monastic 10 December 2015 11: 44
    Thanks for the memory!
  6. Russia
    Russia 10 December 2015 17: 45
    Many thanks to the authors and VO for such stories!
    This is OUR MEMORY, which some want to take away and denigrate!
  7. volodia.cutepov
    volodia.cutepov 10 December 2015 18: 13
    Well done, Daria Mikhailovna! Honor and praise to you!
  8. Koshak
    Koshak 10 December 2015 18: 22
    The act of a girl is practically a feat in those circumstances for a child good
  9. mihasik
    mihasik 11 December 2015 02: 34
    Those who were born and raised in the USSR can still understand her impulse, why the girl did it under the bombing, what she felt at that moment. The current generation is unlikely to understand and feel unfortunately. Now other foundations, other heroes, other values, which is a pity. It’s a pity that people's memory became short, like a video clip in an advertisement.
    For more of such small stories, you look and memory with awareness will return to people.
  10. gladcu2
    gladcu2 11 December 2015 23: 20
    Good story. Thanks to the author.

    This story corrects moral values.

    And how much these moral values ​​have changed, I’ll just give an example of everyday life.

    Usury, loan interest is a legalized operation. Under the USSR, this was a criminal offense.

    But in countries not of the socialist bloc, this is generally the norm of life. There you have Western values.

    To control a person, you need to start with a change in morality. Then the mutual understanding changes. Then people become enemies. Then divide and rule.
  11. cedar
    cedar 17 October 2016 09: 21
    Thanks to Sophia for the story of the real Man.
  12. Volga Cossack
    Volga Cossack 15 November 2016 08: 07
    Thank you Sophia! As always, to the depths of the Soul - I was not even very sentimental touched .... besides, I am Stanishna and that I know the cow for the Owner ..... and I know how to milk myself .... Cossack bow for your Articles! I always give them to my Cossacks to read.