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natalya's story I want to tell in my book the truth about the war in Chechnya. I have already heard a lot but I would like to listen to adults who passed through this cruel war. I was told about it by kids. Their stories are different, they tell from their child's point of view. So innocent and naive children. One girl told that she remembered a very tasty chocolate candy that a Russian soldier-mercenary gave her, a little girl. But her father added that the very same soldier, before coming into the room (rudely, without any invitation) hurt hardly her grandpa with the butt of the gun in the yard. Nobody could see it and he remained lying on the ground some time. Her father told me that he would never allow his kid to eat that candy giving by the Russian soldier. It could be poisoned. He just didn't see him giving it to his little daughter. I really want to understand what war in Chechnya is and for what purpose.

...I have very little time but want to share with you a lot. I will begin with the bad news: Yesterday they gave us porridge with worms. We went on strike. This porridge were brought to the sanitary office today. They sometimes use the old, spoiled and cheap food to prepare and yesterday prepared like for pigs. To tell you the truth I was very careless. I turned
off TV and was eating dinner. I didn't see what I ate. I didn't eat everything and after I heard the news looked at this porridge thoroughly... Now I feel bad mentally and it seems to me physically, too. Though it is too late to feel bad physically. I have infused myself with this remembrance Br-r-r-r-r-r-r! Enough about it or I will have a faint.

...Last evening two American missionaries came to our camp and people from Chechnya wanted to tell them about the Chechnya so as all the world knew the truth about this unfair war. American men didn't know Russian but Chechnya people couldn't speak English. Without any hesitation they asked me to translate everything they would tell. They chose 3 men from
Chechnya and we went into the room. It was so difficult to translate everything they told. But I am an English teacher in the camp! I tried to make my face that way so as it couldn't show that I can't translate some words that I didn't know in English. I changed such words with other expressions so as the main idea was exact. I tried to translate as fast as I could so as to show to our camp people that I know English well :-) :-)! After they went out I told this all to the missionaries but they told that I
was a nice translator and they understood me properly! I explained them that sometimes I made inexcusable mistakes but it was late to correct. They smiled and told me that everything was all right and that I can teach English without hesitation. I was so happy to hear that! Now I noticed that refugee people respect me even more. So I have a reputation of a person who knows English well :-)


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children's war pictures One girl brought me a picture where a soldier is seen from the tank and smiles. And in front of him is the house in the fire. I asked her why the soldier is smiling. She answered that when Russian soldiers killed their people and fired - they smiled or laughed. This girl is 8 years old. And one girl brought me a picture of a girl watering the flowers and above her flies the plane and throws the bombs. A lot of bombs but the girl doesn't see... The bombs are above her falling down. And the sun is shining, the flowers are so beautiful. One girl draws some dead people and little children among them.


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