Biography Weisman writer

About the life and work of N. Weissman Nekham Ioanovna Weisman was born on January 28, Mogilev-Podolsky Vinnitsa region in the family of an employee. Complete biography and bibliography of the author are available here. In the city, during the evacuation with her parents, she was surrounded and was forced to return to her hometown. For two and a half years, together with her parents, Nekham Ioanovna was in a Jewish ghetto, survived all the horrors of the fascist occupation: hunger, mass executions, death.

In the year, she began to keep a diary.

Separate records from the diary of Nekham Weissman, decades later, published in autobiographical books “To prevent! From the book of Nekhama Weisman “My Earth's Black. The pages of life ”:“ You can’t forget that terrible day - June 22 of the year ... Then, in M, I just graduated from school ... We were happy, made plans for a bright future, and everyone was alive ... I remember all of them, beautiful, elegant, who came to the graduation ball on June 17.

We joyfully wander along the streets of our hometown that night, look at the waters of the Dniester, we plan our fates. I break between physics, medicine and literature ... On June 21, we, who graduated from school with gold medals, were accepted into honey. By order of the invaders, we were ordered to cut out the yellow stars of the “mantraved” from rags and sew to clothes so that everyone can determine a Jew.

We were doomed to hunger, illness, slow dying. ” The decision to publish the pages of the diary was given to Nekham Ioanovna is not easy: “I don’t know how much my fate was measured in life, I don’t know if my tired eyes can count what I wrote then, in the ghetto and write now, but something suddenly diluted my heart: you have to have time to tell children, grandchildren, people about what you have experienced, you will not be able to take it away!

From the diary: year on January 27. Every day we have at least and at the maximum of the dead, who, due to the inability to dig graves in the courtyard of frost, are thrown into the cemetery. I still want to live and survive. Live corpses covered with lice go through the streets. And next to - robbers, rapists who killed people in front of my eyes. People who have buried small children alive.

Mamusya upset came the other day, saw how the girl was taken out in wet torn coco. Her body was in wounds and scabs, pus oozed from evil spirits. This corpse was thrown into the wagon, where the others lay, and took them. Now the old man, the son has already died. His wife is in a typhoid hut. Sister with frostbitten legs, an old woman and a child ...

huddle in a dark cheese warehouse. I sometimes think about myself, analyze, but how funny it is now in comparison with life. In the extreme window of the lattice, the coated girl of the years, she is one of the 5 remaining in this house, in which there was a disheveled, with extinct eyes, with a voice tearing his soul, sings or screams. She was preparing a joyful future.

And then the war, the death of the father, typhoid, inflammation of the brain, craziness. About what? Don't know. About the fact that people from neighbors-Bukovians die, 5 people died was left by one little German, from the second floor of the neighboring house, 2 dead people are taken daily, today is the mother of 5 children; The fact that Jews should wear a sign of shame - a Jewish national sign - manswede, walk only 4 hours a day ...

year on January 24. The long -awaited liberation came in the spring. But the last day of the occupation almost became the last non -Haham in life: “... March 18, ... an officer came in. Fearing that he could be dealt with in anger with his father, with his mother, I rushed to help. Having accepted this act for aggression, he grabbed the gun and shot it in my head at a distance of half a meter.

The bullet passed by the temple, almost touching the hair. Dad for a long time kept the sleeve from the cartridge released into his only daughter. Yes, the guardian angel saved my life. This is a victory! Victory salute! They rushed to each other, hugged, kissed, cried with happiness and impenetrable pain of suffering suffering. After the war ended, Nekham Ioanovna Weisman lived a long and rich life, for many years she was a teacher of the Department of Literature of the BGPU and forever remained in the hearts of many Annunciations.

Separate publications containing works about the war Weissman, N. Weissman, N. No fascism! The script of the literary and musical evening “There is no fascism! From publications in periodicals and collections Weisman, N. Bakal, Z. Tsuckerman; Predwell. Haita]. Literature on the life and work of Demidov, S. The main book of her whole life: [about book. Gorodetskaya, V. Demidov, S.

Do not exhaust the spirituality reserve: [about book. From century to century. Skubko, E. Filonenko, A. Thank you for being! Weissman "I remember" and Prince. Shipkova, I.