rade in her arms... -- My dear dog, forgive me... -- And she ran away: 'That's not my daughter! Not mi-i-ine!' -- Were we really children? We were men and women... -- Don't give some stranger papa's suit... -- At night I cried: where is my cheerful mama?... -- He won't let me fly away... -- Everybody wanted to kiss the word 'Victory'... -- Wearing a shirt made from my father's army shirt... -- I decorated it with red carnations... -- I waited a long time for my father... All my life... -- At that limit... that brink.... rade in her arms... -- My dear dog, forgive me... -- And she ran away: 'That's not my daughter! Not mi-i-ine!' -- Were we really children? We were men and women... -- Don't give some stranger papa's suit... -- At night I cried: where is my cheerful mama?... -- He won't let me fly away... -- Everybody wanted to kiss the word 'Victory'... -- Wearing a shirt made from my father's army shirt... -- I decorated it with red carnations... -- I waited a long time for my father... All my life... -- At that limit... that brink....
Summary:
"A collection of personal narratives told by those who were children during World War II and survived harrowing experiences. So many children were separated from their loved ones in the midst of the terror and chaos. As a result, some grew up in orphanages or were raised by grandparents or extended family; others were taken in and cared for by strangers who risked punishment for such acts. Still others lived on their own or became underage soldiers . . . these oral histories of survival reveal the heart-rending details of life during wartime while reminding us that resilience is possible, no matter the circumstances"--Adapted from publisher description.
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