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"Моя бабушка всегда говорила, что тяжёлую блокаду... |
" My grandmother always said that heavy blockade and starvation she and my mom and her daughter survived only thanks to our cat Vaska . If not this redhead bully, my daughter would have died of starvation as many others.
Vaska went every day to hunt mice and drags or even big fat rat. Pads grandmother eviscerated and cooked soup of them . And from the rat , get a decent goulash.
When this cat always sat there and waited for the food , and at night all three were lying under a blanket , and he warmed them with its warmth .
Bombing he felt much earlier than announced air raid started spinning and plaintive meow , grandma had time to collect things , water, mother cat and out of the house . When he ran to the shelter as a family member dragged along and looked like it had not been claimed and not eaten .
Hunger was terrible . Vaska was hungry and all skinny . All winter until spring grandmother picking crumbs for the birds , and in the spring out with the cat on the hunt . Grandmother strew crumbs , and sat with Vaska in ambush , his jump was always surprisingly accurate and fast . Vaska fasted with us, and his strength was not enough, that would keep the bird. He grabbed the bird , and ran out of the bushes and Grandma helped him. So from spring to autumn and birds ate more .
When lifted the blockade and there was plenty of food , and even then after the war , Grandma cat always given the best piece . Stroked him gently , saying - you are our benefactor .
Vaska died in 1949, his grandmother buried in the cemetery , and that would not trampled grave , put a cross and wrote Vasily Bougrov . Then next to the seals, put mom and grandmother , and then there and I buried my mother. So are all three in one as fences once the war under a blanket . "
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