«He beckoned his companions to stop and went to us,» [Vera told me how they lost their way in the forest near Leningrad and ran onto Germans.] «My God! What became of us! We bellowed with terror, clutched one another and fell upon the ground, we thought - they are going to rape us and then torture cutting fingers one by one.»
«Why are you crying, girls? You will be OK. Don’t cry!»
«But we howled even more: We want to go to mammy!»
«In Leningrad it will be bad.»
«However he showed us the way, gave us some chocolate and lemon cookies...»