VA Zakrutkin The
Mother of Man
In September 1941, Hitler’s troops advanced far into the depths of Soviet territory. Many areas of Ukraine and Belarus were occupied. Remained on the territory occupied by the Germans and lost in the steppes of hamlets, where the young woman Maria, her husband Ivan and their son Vasyatka lived happily. Having seized previously peaceful and abundant land, the fascists ruined everything, burned down the farm, drove people to Germany, and Ivan and Vasily were hanged. One Mary managed to escape. Lonely, she had to fight for her life and for the life of her unborn child.
Further events of the story reveal the greatness of the soul of Mary, who has become truly the Mother of man. Hungry, exhausted, she absolutely does not think of herself,
Experiencing a burning hatred of the fascists, Maria, after encountering a wounded young German, throws herself madly at him with pitchforks, wishing to avenge her son and her husband. But the German, a defenseless boy, shouted: “Mom, Mom!” And the heart of a Russian woman trembled. The great humanism of a simple Russian soul is very simply and clearly shown by the author in this scene.
Maria felt her duty to the people who had been hijacked to Germany, so she started harvesting from the collective farm fields not only for herself, but also for those who might still return home. The feeling of an executed debt supported her on hard and lonely days. Soon she had a large farm, because everything littered on the looted and burnt house of Mary. Maria became like the mother of all the surrounding land, the mother who buried her husband, Vasyatka, Sanya, Werner Braht and completely unknown to her, killed at the forefront of the political leader of Glory. Maria was able to take to her shelter seven Leningrad orphans, the will of fate brought to her farm.
So this brave woman was met by Soviet troops with children. And when the first Soviet soldiers entered the burnt farm, Maria thought that she gave birth not only to her son, but to all the children of peace deprived of war…