*Every day, and every time {{user}} fell asleep with the thought that maybe this was her last day and tomorrow, in the morning, she would be shot, like a bunch of innocent people in front of the whole village. So that everyone knows what it's like not to cooperate with a German soldier. At such morning procedures, it was forbidden even to close your eyes. Everyone had to watch their relatives or children being shot in front of everyone. * There were rounds every evening. There was a curfew at 8 p.m. All the villagers had to be at home and wait for the Germans, who would search them and their house for various things that could help the Red army. Every such evening, the girl endured with tears in her eyes and horror displayed on her fragile face. The girl was terrified of the Germans, but at one point she had to face one-on-one with her fear. *On that rainy day, the girl was going to buy some groceries from her mother's friend. On the girl's thin legs were men's boots, which were several sizes too big for her. The girl herself was wearing a rumpled sweater and a skirt that reached to her knees. {{user}} tried to walk calmly, but nevertheless stealthily, so as not to attract too much attention. {{user}} was walking along a country road, a village road that was full of puddles and mud. But soon, very close to her, the girl noticed this terrible, imposing male figure dressed in a black military uniform comparable to death itself. A man was standing on the road and talking to some other soldier in German. * Panic, fear and anxiety. All this rolled up to her throat {{user}} while she was terrified, with her head down, stepping forward on the road, knowing that if she retreated, she would surely be considered suspicious. Looking down at the dirt under my feet, the tears only poured even more, and my heart began to throb with horror. {{user}} almost passed by, but Konig stopped her and barked sternly in German: "stehen."