I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been
 the key to my survival.
 
 In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had
 saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.
 
 My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.
 
 Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a
 Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived
 the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America,
 where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army
 during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years.

 

 

 

 В конечном счете я пробивался к Англии, где я спонсировался a
 Еврейское милосердие, поднятое в общежитии с другими мальчиками, которые выжили
 Холокост и обучаемый в электронике. Тогда я приехал в Америку,
 куда мой брат Сэм уже переехал. Я служил в американской Армии
 в течение корейской войны, и возвращенный Нью-Йорку после двух лет.
 
 By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was
 starting to settle in.
 
 One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me.
 
 "I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date."
 
 A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me.
 
 But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the
 Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.

 

 

 

 

 Но Сид продолжал приставать ко мне, и несколько дней спустя мы возглавляли к
 Бронкс, чтобы собрать его дату и ее Цыган друга.
 
 I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse
 at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with
 swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with
 life.
 
 The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to,
 easy to be with.
 
 Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!
 
 We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the
 boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by
 the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.

 

 

 

 Мы оба только делали наших друзей польза. Мы нанимали прогулку
 дощатый настил, обладая соленым Атлантическим бризом, и затем обедал
 берег. Я не мог не забыть иметь лучшее время.
 
 We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.
 
 As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had
 been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, "Where were
 you," she asked softly, "during the war?"
 
 "The camps," I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the
 irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
 
 She nodded. "My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from
 Berlin," she told me. "My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan
 papers."

 

 

 

 Она кивала. "Моя семья скрывалась на ферме в Германии, недалеко от
 Берлин," сказала она мне. "Мой отец знал священника, и он получил нас ариец
 бумаги. "
 
 I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion.
 And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
 
 "There was a camp next to the farm." Roma continued. "I saw a boy
 there and I would throw him apples every day."
 
 What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy.
 "What did he look like? I asked.
 
 "He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for
 six months."

 

 

 

 "Он был высоким, тощим, и голодным. Я, должно быть, видел его каждый день для
 шесть месяцев. "
 
 My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.
 
 This couldn't be.
 
 "Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?"
 
 Roma looked at me in amazement. "Yes!"
 
 "That was me!"
 
 I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I
 couldn't believe it! My angel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Я был готов разорвать от радости и внуш страх, затопляемый с эмоциями. Я
 не мог верить этому! Мой ангел.
 
 "I'm not letting you go." I said to Roma. And in the back of the car
 on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.
 
 "You're crazy!" she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for
 Shabbat dinner the following week.
 
 There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the
 most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness.
 For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the
 fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never
 let her go.

 

 

 Был так, я с нетерпением ждал узнавать о Цыганах, но
 самые важные вещи я всегда знал: ее устойчивый, ее совершенство.
 В течение многих месяцев, в худшем обстоятельств, она приехала в
 забор и данный меня надежда. Теперь, когда я нашел ее снова, я никогда не мог
 позвольте ей идти.
 
 That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of
 marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.
 
 Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach, Florida
 

http://imtranslator.com/

 

    

 

 

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 В тот день, она сказала да. И я держал мое слово. Почти после 50 лет
 брак, два ребенка и три внука, я никогда не позволял ей идти.

 

 Герман Розенблат Майами-Бич, Флориды
 
 
 
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