Lives in Arys, that in the South-Kazakhstan area, the woman - Olga Vitukova, she is already more than 75, lives alone, her husband died, children departed. She copes, as she can, with house. Help her from Shymkent Hesed, send the newspaper. She wrote a short letter to our edition, and we asked her to tell about her in more detail. That is her story. As well as in any destiny, there was in her life anything. It turns out that she had and another name and patronymic. And for a long time already she unsuccessfully tries to find somebody from relatives. However, read yourself.

I was born on Ukraine, in Matziev, now Lukov in Volynsk area. How many years old I was, when the war began, I do not know. But at school I did not study yet. Lived with my mother. There was one more little red girl, curls covered her head. Probably, it was sister. The father did not live with us. But, once, I remember, sat at him on knees in a beautiful dress with a sailor's collar. He was the actor of a circus, like - clown. The mother as though worked laundress at rich. But all this I remember vaguely. And my name was Kultza Grushko.

When the war began, I was at station Manevitchi, in children's sanatorium. Us, children, loaded in goods cars and carried. In one word we escaped from Germans. I remember how our echelon was bombed, we stopped many times, hided in forests, then we again were taken in cars and carried as far as possible from this nightmare. Many children were lost. Thus we were carried about three months. In September, 1941 we were brought under Novosibirsk, settlement Mogentse. We were settled in sanatorium. We were handed over under the list, as we already have not the documents. Many children found the parents. And I, as it turned out, almost everything forgot, therefore and lived there.

Near there were hospital and children's sanatorium for children, ill with osseous tuberculosis. We went to them in the visitors, put concerts. I remember, when announced, that the war finished, we send in a forest, picked up many forest violets and congratulated everybody with colours. All war I lived there, but there it was possible to study only up to 3-rd class. Therefore I was directed to Novosibirsk, in the children's home. In children's home girls all time teased me, as a name of mine was Kultza, they called me as the hen. I cried much. The employees decided to rename me. I had a chief, the woman, she worked in management of the Tomsk railway. Her name was Valentina. And I was named Olga Valentinovna in honour of her. And year of birth defined on teeth as 1933. So I became Grushko Olga Valentinovna.

In 1947 of a children's house made an inquiry - had tried to find my relatives. I do not know, how searched, but there was an answer. The mother was killed by Germans. The father with two children immigrated to America in 1937. But to me forbad speaking about it, as on this theme in general to speak forbade. I studied, we were sent in a craft school. Having graduated from it, I worked in Novosibirsk electric locomotive depot. I very much would like to be artist, or military man. But I could not be engaged in this. Since small years I was in amateur performance. Read verses, participated in statements. Sang in Russian chorus.

When I married, I got in Kazakhstan. The husband worked as machinist, we had four children - 1 daughter and 3 sons. Children grew up. All got higher education parted in the different sides. In 1997 my husband died. In 2002 the middle son died, he lived in Novosibirsk. The daughter lives in Almaty, she has the husband, 2 sons they study at universities. Senior my son lives in Saratov area. He has 1 son and 2 daughters. And the youngest which is 46 years lives in Riga, he has 1 son. This year I went to all of them. There was such round-the-world travel. In July I was 75 years old, so celebrated the birthday in Riga.

Now I have a lot of work in my house. I have the large garden. I love flowers. It is necessary to induce the order, to clean, to cut unnecessary trees. To prepare fire wood. To spend time with a grapes. All alone. I have no help. I shall plant tulips, which presented me for one anniversary.

Already I many times wrote on broadcast "Wait for me", but all is ineffectual, and I began to write since 2000, hoped though someone to find. From Shymkent Hesed there comes the help: medicines, food packages, winter relief. In general, mine familiar are surprised: in Israel war, and us all the same help. Thanks for care to all of you.

And I finished my confession.

Olga Vitukova (Grushko Kultza)