During the occupation of the territory of the SRSR, the Nazis constantly resorted to various kinds of torture. All torture was allowed at the state level. The law also constantly increased repression against representatives of a non-Aryan nation - torture had an ideological basis.
Prisoners of war and partisans, as well as women, were subjected to the most cruel torture. An example of the inhuman torture of women by the Nazis is the actions that the Germans used against the captured underground worker Anela Chulitskaya.
The Nazis locked this girl every morning in a cell, where she was subjected to monstrous beatings. The rest of the prisoners heard her screams, which tore apart the soul. Anel was already being taken out when she lost consciousness and thrown like garbage into a common cell. The rest of the captive women tried to alleviate her pain with compresses. Anel told the prisoners that she was hung from the ceiling, pieces of skin and muscles were cut out, beaten, raped, bones were broken and water was injected under the skin.
In the end, Anel Chulitskaya was killed, the last time her body was seen mutilated almost beyond recognition, her hands were cut off. Her body hung on one of the walls of the corridor for a long time, as a reminder and a warning.
The Germans even resorted to torture for singing in their cells. So Tamara Rusova was beaten because she sang songs in Russian.
Quite often, not only the Gestapo and the military resorted to torture. Captured women were also tortured by German women. There is information that refers to Tanya and Olga Karpinsky, who were mutilated beyond recognition by a certain Frau Boss.
Fascist torture was varied, and each of them was more inhumane than the other. Often women were not allowed to sleep for several days, even weeks. They were deprived of water, the women suffered from dehydration, and the Germans forced them to drink very salty water.
Women were very often underground, and the struggle against such actions was severely punished by the Nazis. They always tried to suppress the underground as quickly as possible, and for this they resorted to such cruel measures. Also, women worked in the rear of the Germans, obtained various information.
Basically, torture was carried out by Gestapo soldiers (Third Reich police), as well as SS soldiers (elite fighters personally subordinate to Adolf Hitler). In addition, the so-called "policemen" resorted to torture - collaborators who controlled order in the settlements.
Women suffered more than men, as they succumbed to constant sexual harassment and numerous rapes. Often the rapes were gang rapes. After such bullying, girls were often killed so as not to leave traces. In addition, they were gassed and forced to bury the corpses.
As a conclusion, we can say that fascist torture did not only concern prisoners of war and men in general. The most cruel fascists were precisely to women. Many soldiers of Nazi Germany often raped the female population of the occupied territories. The soldiers were looking for a way to "have fun". Besides, no one could stop the Nazis from doing it.
It's just a nightmare! The content of Soviet prisoners of war by the Nazis was extremely terrible. But it became even worse when a female soldier of the Red Army was captured.
Order of the fascist command
In his memoirs, officer Bruno Schneider told what kind of instruction German soldiers went through before being sent to the Russian front. Regarding the women of the Red Army, the order stated one thing: “Shoot!”
This was done in many German units. Among those who died in battles and encirclement, a huge number of bodies of women in Red Army uniforms were found. Among them are many nurses and women paramedics. Traces on their bodies testified that many were brutally tortured and then shot.
Residents of Smagleevka (Voronezh region) told after their liberation in 1943 that at the beginning of the war in their village a young Red Army girl died a terrible death. She was badly injured. Despite this, the Nazis stripped her naked, dragged her onto the road and shot her.
Terrifying marks of torture remained on the body of the unfortunate woman. Before her death, her breasts were cut off, her entire face and hands were completely cut to pieces. The woman's body was a continuous bloody mess. They did the same with Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Before the demonstration execution, the Nazis kept her half-naked in the cold for hours.
women in captivity
The Soviet soldiers who were in captivity - and women too - were supposed to be "sorted". The weakest, the wounded and exhausted were to be destroyed. The rest were used for the hardest work in concentration camps.
In addition to these atrocities, Red Army women were constantly subjected to rape. The highest military ranks of the Wehrmacht were forbidden to have intimate relations with the Slavs, so they did it secretly. The rank and file had a certain freedom here. Finding one Red Army woman or a nurse, she could be raped by a whole company of soldiers. If the girl did not die after that, she was shot.
In concentration camps, the leadership often chose the most attractive girls from among the prisoners and took them to their place to “serve”. So did the camp doctor Orlyand in Shpalaga (prisoner of war camp) No. 346 near the city of Kremenchug. The guards themselves regularly raped the prisoners of the women's block of the concentration camp.
So it was in Shpalaga No. 337 (Baranovichi), about which in 1967, during a meeting of the tribunal, the head of this camp, Yarosh, testified.
Shpalag No. 337 was distinguished by particularly cruel, inhuman conditions of detention. Both women and men of the Red Army were kept half-naked in the cold for hours. Hundreds of them were stuffed into the lice-infested barracks. Anyone who could not stand it and fell, the guards immediately shot. More than 700 captured servicemen were destroyed daily in Shpalaga No. 337.
Torture was used for women prisoners of war, the cruelty of which medieval inquisitors could only envy: they were put on a stake, stuffed insides with hot red pepper, etc. Often they were mocked by German commandants, many of whom were distinguished by obvious sadistic inclinations. Commandant Shpalag No. 337 was called a “cannibal” behind her back, which eloquently spoke of her temper.
Not only did the torture undermine the morale and last strength of the exhausted women, but also the lack of basic hygiene. There was no talk of any washing for the prisoners. Insect bites and purulent infections were added to the wounds. The female soldiers knew how the Nazis treat them, and therefore tried not to be captured. They fought to the last.
The only surviving diary of an Ostarbeiter girl from the USSR was published in the “Edition of Elena Shubina”. A young woman from Kursk, Alexandra Mikhaleva, was driven away by the Germans to work in 1942, where she stayed until the end of the war and all this time wrote down what happened to her.
An excerpt from the diary of an Ostarbeiter girl
1942
June 5
At 6 o'clock the train started from the Kursk station. It included Russian young people going to Germany to work. We're riding in a freight car, 43 girls. Got to know many. Our best travel companions. Vera is a smart, reasonable, good girl in all respects, Zina. We all sleep side by side on straw.
June 7
At 10 o'clock we arrived in Minsk, got some soup and, after eating, went to bed. For each pasture, a German soldier is assigned - a brigadier. It is interesting how the Belarusians looked at us, looking out of the cars. It was Sunday. The residents were all dressed up in festive costumes. Many older women wept as they looked at us.
June 8
We drove all night and early in the morning we were already in Poland.
Polish Jews work at Polish stations. Young boys and girls, marked with yellow stars in front and behind.
Russian prisoners are working everywhere, and we are going farther and farther from our homeland. It's already the 3rd day. We received only about 1 kg of bread, we drank tea once.
It is now 10 o'clock in the morning, the train stops in Baranovichi. We ate here, this time a good soup. We drive through fields and forests for many hours in a row. Finally, at half past five, we arrived in the Polish city of Volkovysk, a nice, small town badly destroyed by German bombs.
My [cousin] Gali's nose bled from the long drive, she was crying.
the 9th of June
At 5 o'clock in the morning we arrived in Bialystok. Here we passed the medical commission. Previously, our heads were examined in front of her, they were smeared with some kind of ointment and then bathed. Then they gave the soup to eat and, having seated again in freight cars, only without straw, they drove on. At night, the carriage was especially crowded. Without straw it turned out to be very difficult to sleep.
I woke up at dawn, the train was approaching the capital of Poland - Warsaw. A huge city divided by a river into western and eastern parts. Lots of factories and factories. The industrial areas have been heavily bombed.
June 11th
We are approaching the German border. Small towns and villages flash by. The fields are neatly marked, cleanly processed.
At 5 pm we arrived in the German city of Halle. We stood at the station for a long time. Then we were led through the streets of the city to a bathhouse. We walked in a long column of three people in a row. Many of us were rural - poorly, shabby, clumsily dressed. Luxuriously dressed German women with bizarre hairdos walked through the streets and proudly held their beautiful swollen heads high.
The streets are paved and lined with large brick buildings. Everything is gray and gloomy, gloomy and strict, like the inhabitants themselves. No loud laughter, no friendly smile was met here. In general, the population looks at us as a burden - probably, the radio said that we came to them voluntarily - to escape from hunger.
In fact, only the 1st echelon left our region voluntarily. The rest - and our echelon was the 5th in a row - were sent by force, according to subpoenas.
After the bath, we walked for a long time through the streets of the city with suitcases, village streets with bags, and finally came to a provincial area, to wooden houses built for us, though clean, with bunks for sleeping. I really wanted to eat. We ate, even when we were on the road, at 12 noon we drank coffee with bread and after that we got nothing more, went to bed hungry.
12 June
Woke up early. The sides hurt - it was hard to sleep on plank beds. Having built everyone, they handed each three a loaf of bread. It was very cold and overcast. The sky is cold, grey, inhospitable. We stand in the yard and crush bread.
Soon they take us to the commission - already the 3rd in a row. The commission is not strict, they do not stop for a long time - they quickly throw them aside as suitable. We returned to the barracks. Terribly hungry.
Frozen and wet, we did not immediately enter the barracks, because the bosses came to take the workforce. They looked at us and talked. They began to count. We were very worried - we were afraid that we would be separated. In our group were almost all urban. One batch was taken to the fields. We, a group of 70 people, were taken by the factory chief and another manufacturer. At first, our host - an old man with thin lips and blue, really good-natured, sly eyes - was liked by everyone.
Our hosts took us to the station - very beautiful, well-lit, large. We had to go to another city. We boarded the passenger train, still hungry and tired from the long walk.
An interesting incident happened on the train. There were two girls in the car with us. They began to show us photographs, including photographs of German soldiers. In the carriage, talking animatedly and eating a biscuit, sat a German girl in a railway suit. When one of the German photographs was in my hands, this girl jumped up and, taking the card from my hands, glanced quickly, and blushed greatly. Then she read what was written on the back of the card and in a changed voice asked whose card, from whom. And since the Russian girl did not know what these questions led to, and, in addition, she was confused, she answered: my friend.
The German girl began to talk to the German in an excited voice. Then the German took away all the German photos from the Russian girl, explaining that a German soldier should not give cards and that if the police saw a soldier's card from a Russian girl, then the soldier would be "cut off his head."
Actually, it wasn't. The soldier turned out to be the fiance of this German girl. We understood this from her conversation with the German.
So in the same car came together German and Russian girls - rivals in love.
We drove on. There were two transfers. On one of them we were divided. One owner took 25 people for himself, the other - 45. Galya, Yulia and our best fellow travelers got to the last one. And our neighbors, two sisters - Galya and Zoya - to the first.
It was very embarrassing. We asked to join them to us, but they did not even listen to us.
It was 10 pm. We went out to the platform. The village girls could not immediately line up in a row of three. They were confused. Yes, and the city, too, did not behave cheekily, it turned out turmoil. The owner was angry. He hit one of the village girls in the face. He got angry and yelled at us like a flock of sheep. Soon we were all put into a large freight car - dirty and dark - and, having closed the doors, we were taken further.
After driving a little, we got out of the car and went to the factory. With what a heavy, heartbreaking feeling we crossed the threshold of the plant. There was the sound of cars. We were taken to a working dining room - simple tables, no luxury. They handed out a small piece of sandwich and strong coffee. Then they took me to the barracks. We liked the barracks after the road and the first barracks.
There were 12 girls in one room. There were 5 sleeping bunks in the room. There are 2 girls on each bed - upstairs and downstairs. After settling in, we went to bed.
June 13
Early in the morning we were awakened by a German woman - our boss. Having washed and cleaned the beds, we went in a group with a policeman at the head to the dining room. We drank cold coffee with a sandwich.
At 12 o'clock they ate soup without bread. It was bitter to watch how Russians, Ukrainians and other workers greedily ate the soup and, knocking each other down, climbed to the German cook for more.
At 4 o'clock, young girls who had arrived at this factory earlier came to us. They began to talk about the local order.
They brought fear and terror to us. Apparently they were being held captive. They talked a lot about their life in Ukraine. They are all so friendly and kind.
We are not working today. All the time they come to our room from other rooms, to look at us - newcomers. Then we all wrote letters home. It was very annoying that it was not possible to write freely. The letters were placed in an envelope and left open for inspection. Moreover, it was completely impossible to write to the home address. It was necessary to write to the commandant's office or to a German soldier.
The mood was very heavy. Many, remembering their relatives, wept. There were no words, no deeds to console, to soothe shattered nerves and a worried heart.
Will we ever return home now? What is our future? What is the outcome of this damned war, which made almost the whole world suffer. True, many live even better than before the war. These are people who are indifferent to the external environment. They don't care who wins - Russia or Hitler. They know how to live in prosperity and contentment under one or the other government. Especially during this war, people who did not participate in it at all became so rich and fat that they did not feel the suffering of others, did not notice the hunger and tears of others.
June 14th. Sunday
Nobody works. The weather is rainy and cold. We are chilly, we want to sleep, some kind of fatigue, laziness.
In general, how long we have been here, and whoever arrived here before, has not yet seen good, warm, sunny weather here. By evening the rain had stopped, but it was still cold. We were sitting under the window. The windows were all open, and girls were sitting in them, young guys were walking along the street behind the partition - Ukrainians, Croats and representatives of other nationalities who had worked in German factories for a long time. They stopped and talked to the girls. Many wanted to go out for a walk, run. But it was strictly forbidden to go beyond the fence.
Ukrainian girls, who quickly fell in love with us, vied with each other to invite us to their rooms. Having joined one of the groups of girls, we sang a Ukrainian song.
The guys stood and listened to us. Suddenly 3 German soldiers approached. One of them, coming close to one of the guys, asking him something, swung it in the face with a strong blow. Got another one too. The rest dispersed quickly.
The girls, frightened, fled. In the evening, having gathered in one room, we decided to have fun. Dance songs were sung, girls danced. It was fun. One girl was crying through laughter. To our songs, Croatian girls ran up to the windows, who were in a better position here than other nations, because the Ungar military fought together with the Germans against Russia. And our brothers and fathers were their enemies.
June 15
First day at the factory.
We were each placed at the car and ordered to closely monitor the progress of the work. The German worker, to whom I was assigned, looked at me, smiled and continued to work quickly, pressing the cogs, turning the wheel. I looked with uncomprehending eyes, trying to make my physiognomy smarter. I couldn’t even get a closer look at where it starts, what it leads to, and stood, deafened by the noise, watching how the machine moves with all its parts, like a living one.
Our barracks worked this week from 3 pm to 1 am with two breaks of half an hour. The girls, each standing by their car, blinked, smiled and showed signs that they could not understand anything.
Looking closer, I saw both the beginning and the end. The worker made me do the easiest part I could. Then he suggested even further, I tried, I was in a hurry, but I forgot what followed, and I got lost.
There was a break at 7 o'clock. Then we went back to the cars. Little by little, although often straying, I was able to do something. At 12 o'clock at night they began to finish.
My "teacher" began to clean, wipe the car. I tried to help him. On a dark night we walked towards the barracks, lit by a policeman's lantern.
June, 22. Monday
This is the second week I've been working at a factory that makes weapons. We help the Germans in their struggle against our fathers and brothers. I worked with Galya in the revolving shop, on the machine. In this workshop, only Russian girls were behind this, in essence, male work. German girls and women worked in other workshops, in lighter sedentary work. These patriots of their “victorious motherland” came to the factory with pride and pleasure: in silks, crepe de chines, richly but tastelessly dressed, all with the same, twisted hairstyles, most of them were bow-legged, shapeless.
Today is the anniversary of the war between Germany and Russia. A year since the German troops crossed the Russian border. It's been almost 8 months since the Germans captured my hometown of Kursk, and I don't see my own, beloved father.
Yesterday was Sunday, they took us for a walk. We walked 4 people in a row with a German matron. The town is wonderful, just a corner of paradise, surrounded by mountains, lush from continuous forests. Houses - clean, beautifully built, with balconies decorated with flowers - were almost invisible among the forests. Very nice, cozy in this place Walterhausen.
Already the 2nd day we all feel hungry. Especially on Sunday. At 10 in the morning they gave 50 g of bread with coffee, at 12 for two they gave out a plate of potatoes, rotten and smelly, and a ladle of gravy, and the “feeding” ended at 7 in the evening with a piece of bread and butter.
June 24
I feel broken. Can't get used to hard work. Do not get enough sleep. They raise with a merciless cry right at the strongest, sweetest time of sleep, at 3 am. The body, as if bruised, aches, the hands hurt, the legs hurt, the head is heavy, the eyes stick together, everything is spinning, it makes noise in the ears. With difficulty getting out of bed, having hastily dressed, having eaten a small piece of a loaf, we all go to work in the barracks.
It is still dark outside, the early morning dawn is barely breaking. Very cold. The cold covers the bodies that have not cooled down from the bed. Everyone's faces are yellow, their eyes are red, sleepy. You can hardly stand at work and look forward to a break. At 7 o'clock they give bread and butter. You greedily swallow this bread, which seems so delicious. Then you go back to the shop. You start working.
Making some part for a revolver. The main course of work was memorized mechanically, but no one understood anything. Weakened hands barely hold the planing lever, hot shavings burn the hands, fly into the face, cut the hands from inexperience. At long tables sit rejecters - old men. They look with insensitive, dull faces at young Russian girls, not yet completely faded. They examine from head to toe strong bodies, beautiful legs, breasts of Russian girls. From time to time they eat bread, thickly buttered, and drink something from flasks, irritating our appetite. Every now and then the chief master with a stone face passes through the workshop. He stands at each machine for a long time, strictly monitors the work.
June 26
At night they woke us up, saying that there was an air raid alert. They made me get dressed and go to the shelter. The German watchman shouted and swore, driving everyone into the shelter. I didn't feel any fear - I had already seen and heard bombings so many times. I wanted to sleep, I was terribly cold.
The alarm lasted 10 minutes. At 3 o'clock they got back to work. It's so disgusting to stand at the barre, you just count the time until the break. The girls, in order to get humpbacks, leave, hide in the restroom, in 15 minutes. before the call. Then, when they receive bread, there is a fight for these big pieces, a German woman - a fat, lush lady - calls for help from a policeman, because a crowd of hungry young girls pinned her to the wall.
Having eaten this bread, they again went to the machines and stood from 7 to 11, looking forward to dinner. An unpleasant feeling seizes me when I watch how everyone, with inflamed eyes, reddened and sweaty faces, knocking each other down, runs to the poured plates and greedily swallows hot soup. Spoons are sparkling, everyone is rushing to get more. German workers, craftsmen, women workers often stand at the door and watch how, forgetting shame and pride, all the girls, not like themselves, scolding each other angrily, impudently climb for more. The policeman shouts, calls us pigs and explains all this disgrace by the uncivilized and disgusting Russian people.
Today at 11 p.m. they gave potatoes with sauce, liquid and sour. Moreover, they give potatoes in their uniforms, and there are a lot of rotten potatoes. Who has more, who has less, who is bolder, climbs for more. At 7 pm there was again potatoes with sour curd. Before we had time to finish eating the potatoes, a German girl came up to our table, distributing potatoes, and asked Galya and Yulia to dance - once she saw the girls dancing in the tent and now she asked: the policeman, they say, wants to watch. There was no mood, the potatoes were not yet finished, but the German asked so much that Galya and Yulia had to dance in the dining room without finishing the potatoes.
June 28
Day off. During this week we were so overtired, and the weather was cloudy and cold, that we spent the whole day in bed, going only once to the dining room. We lie in bed, we want to eat. All sorts of delicious foods come to mind, we remember how we ate at home, at festive dinners, but we want to eat more and more.
We are looking forward to 7, when we should give two thin pieces of loaf, lightly spread. All the girls agreed to protest, that is, to refuse this bread, after which you remain hungry, you even feel hunger even more. But as soon as the German woman began handing out pieces neatly wrapped in paper, everyone quickly ran for bread, they could not stand it.
Having eaten this bread in an instant, we decided to go and tell the German woman that we were hungry. Vera and I opened the doors to each room and called the girls for more. A large crowd had gathered. A German woman came out to the noise and asked what had happened. One of the girls said that we were hungry and that Herr said that on Sunday we should be given 4 pieces of bread instead of 2.
The German woman screamed at us and pushed 2 girls in the back. Everyone ran to the rooms. Then the German woman went from room to room and warned that if we behave like this, she will call the policeman and the instigators will be arrested. In the evening, while we were still in bed, three soldiers came into the room with a superior, who described our room as the worst. We didn't know why they came. They saw how the three of us were lying on the same bed and said something about our hairstyles and other compliments. The boss ran up to us and, all red with anger, screamed and pulled the blanket and even slapped Vera on the ass. In general, our "cool ladies" did not consider us, shouted at us, hit us in the face.
There is always cursing, screaming, fighting in the dining room. They argue about who ate less and who ate more. Everyone tries to come to the dining room first. They climb, crushing each other. The policeman is unable to contain this crowd, strong from hunger.
July 11
What a hard job for me. The machine is not listening. Hands are cut, swollen, aching with pain. Only men work behind such machines, and even then not all. We don't understand the car at all. Having mechanically memorized the main steps of the work, we make some things for anti-aircraft guns. Standing behind the car, I always remember my father. How he honestly worked in the printing house behind his machine. I visited him, he was happy, he explained his work to me.
For the 7th month now, I have not seen him, I have not heard his affectionate, playful words.
Germany! It was your leaders, led by Hitler, who turned everything upside down. It is you who play on the human nerves of the whole world. How much blood and tears have been shed. People have become like animals.
The war has been going on for a year now. At first, everyone was afraid of death, I remember how everyone was terribly afraid of air raids when they could not see or hear an enemy aircraft. Gradually they got used to all the surprises, became indifferent, but terribly nervous, greedy, angry. That's when people really do not live, but vegetate. We - young people - had a hard fate. We - hundreds and thousands of young Russian people - are slaves. We were forcibly torn away from our mothers and from our native, friendly nest were transferred to a foreign country, plunged to the bottom of unrestrained discontent, darkness, sleep.
Nothing is clear to us, everything is incomprehensible, everything is unknown. We must work, but forget about our human feelings. Forget about books, theaters, movies, forget about the love feelings of young hearts. And as soon as possible, get used to feeling hunger, cold, get used to humiliation, bullying from the "winners".
We seem to be used to it, at least it is noticeable from the outside. Everyone works, whether they want to or not, they don’t pay attention to ridicule, on the contrary, they excite these ridicule even more with their somehow especially bad, attention-grabbing behavior.
For example: young girls swear and even often fight among themselves in the dining room, show themselves without hesitation as uncultured, ill-mannered.
About 12% of the population of the occupied territories collaborated in one way or another with the Nazi invaders.
Pedantic Germans found work for everyone. Men could serve in police units, and women were dishwashers and cleaners in the soldiers' and officers' canteens. However, not everyone earned honest labor.
Horizontal betrayal
The Germans approached the “sexual” issue in the occupied territories with their usual punctuality and calculation. In large cities, brothels were created, the Nazis themselves called them "brothel houses". From 20 to 30 women worked in such establishments, and rear service soldiers and military police kept order. Employees of brothels did not pay any taxes or taxes to the German "watchers", the girls took home everything they earned.
In towns and villages, at the soldiers' canteens, visiting rooms were organized, in which, as a rule, women "worked", who worked right there as dishwashers and cleaners.
But, according to the observations of the rear services of the Wehrmacht, the created brothels and meeting rooms could not cope with the amount of work. The tension in the soldier's environment grew, quarrels broke out, which ended in the death or injury of one soldier and disbat for another. The problem was solved by the revival of free prostitution in the occupied territories.
To become a priestess of love, a woman had to register at the commandant's office, undergo a medical examination and provide the address of the apartment where she would receive German soldiers. Medical examinations were regular, and infection of the invaders with a venereal disease was punishable by death. In turn, the German soldiers had a clear prescription: it is mandatory to use condoms during sexual intercourse. Infection with a sexual disease was a very serious crime, for which a soldier or officer was demoted and sent to a disbat, which was almost equivalent to a death sentence.
Slavic women in the occupied territories did not take money for intimate services, preferring payment in kind - canned food, a loaf of bread or chocolate. The point was not in the moral aspect and the complete lack of commercialism among the employees of brothels, but in the fact that money during the period of hostilities had no particular value and a bar of soap had much greater purchasing power than the Soviet ruble or occupation Reichsmarks.
Punished with contempt
Women who worked in German brothels or cohabited with German soldiers and officers were openly censured by their compatriots. After the liberation of the territories, the employees of military brothels were often beaten, they had their heads cut off and, at any opportunity, they were poured with contempt.
By the way, local residents of the liberated territories very often wrote denunciations against such women. But the position of the authorities turned out to be different, not a single case for cohabitation with the enemy was opened in the USSR.
"Nemchiks" in the Soviet Union were called children who gave birth to women from the German invaders. Very often, babies were born as a result of sexual violence, so their fate was unenviable. And the point is not at all the severity of Soviet laws, but the unwillingness of women to raise the children of enemies and rapists. But someone put up with the situation and left the children of the invaders alive. Even now, in the territories captured by the Germans during the Second World War, one can meet elderly people with typical German features who were born during the war in the remote villages of the Soviet Union.
There were no reprisals against the "Germans" or their mothers, which is an exception. For example, in Norway, women caught cohabiting with the Nazis were punished and prosecuted. But it was the French who stood out the most. After the fall of the fascist empire, about 20 thousand French women were repressed for cohabitation with German soldiers and officers.
A fee of 30 pieces of silver
From the first day of the occupation, the Germans carried out active propaganda, looked for people who were dissatisfied with the Soviet regime, and persuaded them to cooperate. Even their own newspapers were published in the occupied Soviet territories. Naturally, Soviet citizens worked as journalists in such publications, who began to work voluntarily for the Germans.
Vera Pirozhkova and Olympiad Polyakov (Lidia Osipova) began to cooperate with the Germans almost from the first day of the occupation. They were employees of the pro-fascist newspaper "For the Motherland". Both were dissatisfied with the Soviet regime, and their families suffered in one way or another during the mass repressions.
The newspaper "For the Motherland" was an occupational German two-color newspaper published from the autumn of 1942 to the summer of 1944. Source: en.wikipedia.org
Journalists worked for enemies voluntarily and fully justified any actions of their masters. Even the bombs that the Nazis dropped on Soviet cities, they called "liberation bombs".
Both employees emigrated to Germany as the Red Army approached. There was no persecution by the military or law enforcement agencies. Moreover, Vera Pirozhkova returned to Russia in the 1990s.
Tonka the machine gunner
Antonina Makarova is the most famous female traitor of World War II. At the age of 19, Komsomol member Makarova ended up in the Vyazemsky Cauldron. A soldier came out of the encirclement with a young nurse Nikolai Fedchuk. But the joint wandering of the nurse and the fighter turned out to be short-lived, Fedchuk left the girl when they got to his native village, where he had a family.
Then Antonina had to move alone. The campaign of the Komsomol member ended in the Bryansk region, where she was detained by a police patrol of the infamous "Lokot Republic" (a territorial formation of Russian collaborators). The captive liked the policemen, and they took her to their squad, where the girl actually performed the duties of a prostitute.
In his memoirs, officer Bruno Schneider told what kind of instruction German soldiers went through before being sent to the Russian front. Regarding the women of the Red Army, the order stated one thing: “Shoot!”
This was done in many German units. Among those who died in battles and encirclement, a huge number of bodies of women in Red Army uniforms were found. Among them are many nurses, women paramedics. Traces on their bodies testified that many were brutally tortured and then shot.
Residents of Smagleevka (Voronezh region) told after their liberation in 1943 that at the beginning of the war in their village a young Red Army girl died a terrible death. She was badly injured. Despite this, the Nazis stripped her naked, dragged her onto the road and shot her.
Terrifying marks of torture remained on the body of the unfortunate woman. Before her death, her breasts were cut off, her entire face and hands were completely cut to pieces. The woman's body was a continuous bloody mess. They did the same with Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Before the demonstration execution, the Nazis kept her half-naked in the cold for hours.
women in captivity
Soviet soldiers who were in captivity - and women too - were supposed to be "sorted". The weakest, the wounded and exhausted were to be destroyed. The rest were used for the hardest work in concentration camps.
In addition to these atrocities, Red Army women were constantly subjected to rape. The highest military ranks of the Wehrmacht were forbidden to have intimate relations with the Slavs, so they did it secretly. The rank and file had a certain freedom here. Finding one Red Army woman or a nurse, she could be raped by a whole company of soldiers. If the girl did not die after that, she was shot.
In concentration camps, the leadership often chose the most attractive girls from among the prisoners and took them to their place to “serve”. So did the camp doctor Orlyand in Shpalaga (prisoner of war camp) No. 346 near the city of Kremenchug. The guards themselves regularly raped the prisoners of the women's block of the concentration camp.
So it was in Shpalaga No. 337 (Baranovichi), about which in 1967, during a meeting of the tribunal, the head of this camp, Yarosh, testified.
Shpalag No. 337 was distinguished by particularly cruel, inhuman conditions of detention. Both women and men of the Red Army were kept half-naked in the cold for hours. Hundreds of them were stuffed into the lice-infested barracks. Anyone who could not stand it and fell, the guards immediately shot. More than 700 captured servicemen were destroyed daily in Shpalaga No. 337.
Torture was used for women prisoners of war, the cruelty of which medieval inquisitors could only envy: they were put on a stake, stuffed insides with hot red pepper, etc. Often they were mocked by German commandants, many of whom were distinguished by obvious sadistic inclinations. Commandant Shpalag No. 337 was called a “cannibal” behind her back, which eloquently spoke of her temper.
Not only did the torture undermine the morale and last strength of the exhausted women, but also the lack of basic hygiene. There was no talk of any washing for the prisoners. Insect bites and purulent infections were added to the wounds. The female soldiers knew how the Nazis treat them, and therefore tried not to be captured. They fought to the last.
