My grandfather taught Russian and German throughout his life. He had a calligraphic handwriting, although on his right hand there were only 3 fingers (big, nameless and small).

What my grandfather frontovik I knew from early childhood. And the absence of two fingers on his hand he explained very simply: "Hitler bitten!" The details, of course, were heroic and colorful. “The war is over. The boys and I broke into the bunker to Hitler and shouted to him, “Hande, haha! “” He jumped on me! “I bite two fingers!” I faithfully believed it was like that!

And then on television (I was then 7-8 years old, and at the time the channel was only one) showed the film epic "Liberation". There was a story where Adolf Hitler first ate poison, then some officer shot him in a whisk, then Hitler's body was burned... But I knew exactly how it was! I knew it was an artistic fiction. And here is the seryoga stepanov (seryoga, if you read - greetings to you!) I did not share my opinion. I don’t remember the details of the fight, but how hard it was, I defended my beloved grandfather!

And only many years later, when my grandfather once again began to tell my son about Hitler, I was able to find out the truth. There was in his front life and the concentration camp "Zaksenhausen", there was a escape with comrades from this camp, there were also dogs released in the footsteps of fugitives... There was also love of life, faith in good people... and a terrible fear of dogs...