THE MOVE TO AUSTRALIA.

Our family waited in the camp see–Dorf. The loudspeaker called the people who will go to Munster camp. Trucks with military in yellow uniforms arrived. We began to distribute as arrested. Our turn was one of the last, so we had a long time to sit in the fresh air. Clear, quiet night. Not paying attention to the conversations of the audience, I looked at the dark sky. Stars twinkled, as if talking to each other. I wonder if there's something behind this mysterious space. Finally, we fit in the trucks. We were brought to the station and put on a train, the trip was quite tedious, despite the fact that we were given a separate coupe Rita and Ivan.
In camp münster all fit in the auditorium. Tired people slept on chairs or on their knots, waiting for something. The view was terrible, as if it were evacuated during the war. At four o'clock in the morning we got our room number. Had to very far pull things. Room on forty beds with dim lighting, it was difficult to find a room of his bed. We only got the upper bunks. The situation is terrible, and the mood is even worse. Tired, we lay down to sleep. Through the day we were able to have the grandmother on the bottom of the bed, and later got a smaller room, a family of four. The whole day passed all sorts of medical Commission.  In the morning, all taught English. I has found itself room, where after four hours could to train. The camp is surrounded by coniferous forest, the weather is wonderful.  My mother went into the woods, walked toward the women with baskets full of mushrooms and of bundles of sticks. Deep in the forest the sun rarely penetrated the trees. The air is saturated with coniferous smell. Pine needles, long since fallen, like a carpet that covered the earth. In absolute silence soul rested in this fairy-tale forest.
Quite unexpectedly announced to our rooms to go to Italy.  Our family moved to the queue. Yugoslav Stoyan helped carry things. While waiting for the next order, he told mom that has a great feelings for me and serious intentions. My mother replied that he was much older than me. "Then I'll be your family friend." Stoyan is a very kind, considerate person. But I was not up to it. The wound of the heart was very fresh. From camp life like to flee without the heads back in Hamburg, to ballet and friends. But duty to the family has stopped my dreams. In the middle of the night began to call numbers and to seat us in rigid sedentary cars — a route Italy. Quickly flashed trees nor and the city of Germany. When the fog cleared, it became visible the mountains of the Ruhr and southern Germany. It was a Sunday, when we drove through the Bavarian. The population was in national dresses to Church. Small orchestras played familiar motives. In some places, in the squares, groups of people danced traditional dances for the audience. Charming paintings. The train was carrying us further and further into the mountains. In the valleys clear streams wound like a snake and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow in the sun. We climbed higher and higher, a thick fog covered the forest, the frosty air rushed into the Windows of cars. On the tops of mountains was snow.
On the border of Italy all locked in cars - our transport was transferred to the Italian office. After the border was evident dirty station, poor. But in big cities, clean huge stations. Three days later we were approaching the capital of Italy. Nero, after a fire in Rome, built a new city on seven hills. We really wanted to take a look at this creativity, but our train stopped at the outskirts of the freight station. Warm clothes Packed, because the sun baked through the Windows.
By the evening we arrived in Naples. Our train stopped near the camp. Poverty in the city has made a terrible impression on us. Women, children, old people begging for alms, bread or cigarettes surrounding our train. It was quite dark when we arrived in camp and 300 people were placed in the school hall. After four days of riding in a sitting car, we fell asleep instantly. We were awakened by the warm southern sun. Bright light streamed in the large Windows. One hundred and fifty-two-storey beds standing like trees in the forest. A buzz of conversation fell silent only at night. But snoring, as echo, was carried entire night.  Like ants everywhere was swarming with people. Outside there are huge white buildings, flower beds in the middle and on the sides. Behind a wide, huge staircase. Looking for solitude, sitting on this staircase, I watched the lights of boats, steamboats and lighthouses. Where are they going and who are they taking? I wanted to go back to Hamburg, afraid of the unknown future. Here we were, both in prison and Italy watched from behind bars. It is forbidden to leave the camp. Only once was a trip to Pompeii organized. Mom, me and Stoyan joined the band. Historical, destroyed buildings, columns, stoned streets-I could not believe that I see a culture that flourished many centuries ago. I dreamed: with all our ballet Studio in white togas we could create a Symphony of the world — Pompeii. I bought a card and sent Hedy away, and I sent myself a picture book. In the camp all in turn had to work in the kitchen — wash dishes and clean vegetables. In the kitchen was a terrible smell of rotten vegetables that were piled in the corner. Only once a week men shovels loaded smelly vegetables in the truck. The floor in this corner was not cleaned and threw the new scum there too. Seeing the dirt in the kitchen, I couldn't eat in the dining room. Mom and dad began to take English lessons from a friend, Stoyan. Petrovic and his wife, German, cultural people, dad often talked to them on interesting topics, and we were listeners.    I from the very first days found an empty corner in our bigger hall, holding on to the bed, continued training. Announced transport. Stoyan, p., Novikov, Deer made the list. Stood before leaving gave me 1,000 lire, to I has bought itself green straw am informed. 3 weeks later came the next transport, our rooms were 526-532, including Rita and Ivan.
20.11.1949 In the resurrection at the hour of the day, everyone gathered in the square, the Luggage had to drag over a long distance. Our turn was with the sixth truck. Sadness seized me: not only will there be no return to Hamburg, where I got a profession and found friends. Again all expensive, as in Rostov, it is necessary to leave. We are all leaving Europe, to which fate will not bring us. But curiosity and the desire to see other lands were fire in the heart.

Naples is a beautiful city of architecture. Wonderful view of the sea, on the balconies of the outskirts hanging linen. SKO ro gave us a lift to the pier. The mighty steamer "General Housen" was waiting at the pier. Counting all the numbers, sent us to the cabins. Mom, Rita and I, as well as Nina Persic in-law with whom we met in FISHBASE, was in a cabin with other women. In General, it was not a cabin, and the hold of the ship. Beds, as hammocks, yet in three building. They are soft with white sheets, and each life jacket. Dim light, ventilation unimportant, turn. de, not to mention a place for things. Sailors working on the boat, sleep in the same conditions, but they have no Luggage, as we have. Just remember pamphlets in the Australian EMBASY: cabins for six people, a beautiful table – where is it all? Upstairs, we found our grandmother Nina (Unicco).  She was placed in a cabin for four, along with a woman and a child. The cabin is very comfortable, room 25. Only women with children and the elderly were placed in real cabins. Men, as and women, were in the hold — several hundred beds. "General Chosen "- a military ship. All had to work in the kitchen and in the dining room. Mom and Rita worked in the Laundry room. The work is not heavy, but very hot. When mom met with the team, the sailors asked her to wash and iron them for that little pay. I was sent to clean cabins where mothers with children elderly people settled down. I met a woman in grandma's cabin, and she let me take an empty bed. That's what I was watching over her daughter the night she wanted to spend time with her husband. On heart of cheered up, grandmother, too, was is happy, that not one. Mom has me working on a children's kitchen, along with Nina of Persic (she is a Russian woman married to Marian from Yugoslavia, both young, cheerful, interesting people.) After work Nina, Marian and I had fun and joked a lot. She introduced me to a young Czech from Switzerland, Mirko. Very cute, modest. But I didn't want anyone to get acquainted. From the first week I began to train in the cabin, but the place was not enough. I had to find a place to practice. But people swarmed everywhere, nowhere of empty area.
Working in the kitchen, I met a Negro cook and his assistant, very cute. Koe-how I explained to them that I need a place to exercise. They took me to the officers ' mess mate told me to do in the officer's lounge between two and five o'clock mi the night is the only time when the room was free. I set the alarm, when silence prevailed on Board the steamer, and were engaged in more than an hour. In five hours came the first change. One day, approaching the living room, I heard the sounds of the piano, and there I saw that tall, slender Negro plays the piano perfectly. He earned money by washing the dishes. Night, when the hall is free, he practiced classical music. In America, he could only play in restaurants. I was very sorry for him.  Our steamer was not equipped for entertainment. There was no room for sports, games and other activities. Everyone worked, taught English (teaching very low, because the teacher himself did not speak English perfectly), the rest of the time people were moving from corner to corner, not knowing what to do. It is impossible to sit in holds where someone sleeps. People took out blankets on the deck. From the hot sun hung sheets, like a tent. In General, the deck looked like a Gypsy camp (folding chairs were only on the officer's deck). The evening was a movie showing. Very romantic, full moon, stars covered blue the sky. The waves Shine in the moonlight. This charming painting distracted me from the film. Nina and her handsome husband were great company for me. Young, cheerful; with Nina after work, we joked, played the fool nothing better to do. When Nina started working at the hospital on different shifts, Marian and his friend, Mirko, sang me songs on the lower deck. I am very glad that this lovely company gave me the opportunity to have fun, not to be alone among the elderly friends of my parents. A lot of young people talked to me or invited me to the movies. But with Ninina company I had the opportunity to know many people and not to retire with anyone.
Our first stop after Italy — the port of Tripoli. It's nice to see the land after a long swim. In binoculars you can see rich villas, chic restaurants surrounded by palm trees. Small cat EP brought to us by Arab pilot, and he took our steamer in the harbour. Brilliant white teeth of handsome Arab sparkled against the background of his swarthy skin. The whole team of the ship went to the city, we have to settle for the purchase of carpets, sandals and all sorts of trinkets. By evening, the boats with the Arab seller mi sailed away, their cries finally silent. Wonderful evening, not stifling, but warm. Hanging in the air for silence.  You remember the Russian southern nights. Only waves coming from the far ocean pump the steamer.
The next day, at 2pm, we gave the last whistle and the boat began to cut through the waves. Mono ton life of the ship continued. A beautiful sight opened before us. Dolphins jumped, flying like birds in the waves in front of the steamer. For hours it was possible to observe this spectacle. Going to Australia, my whole family was hoping that Ivan, Ruthin husband, will change the attitude to her. But here the families were separated, and he became even more jealous of her. Not having the intimate life on the boat, he tortured Rita scandals.

Again with joy we saw land on the horizon — port said. The features of the city began to emerge clearly. Sailed the boat and pilot on the ramp rushed armed police. It's like they were afraid to leave the steamer without supervision on their sacred land. Didn't manage to stop the engine of the ship and wave still shook him like, out of nowhere, hundreds of boats from all sides surrounded us. BCE boats are full of goods. Especially we were amazed by the variety of leather goods. As annoying flies, buzzing sellers in front of us. As insidious prisoner, they surrounded the ship and did not want to let go of his entourage. We bought a bag, and I bought some more braided white shoes. Some of the money that we have changed in Italy, gradually melted away. Again waves of, water, on the horizon one water. There seemed to be no end to the ocean. Third Sunday on the boat. In the morning, still twilight enveloped the sleeping on the deck of the people I went to train in the officer's lounge.   And now Colombo. The approach of India was felt throughout. In doubles the air spread the smell of the fragrant fruit. The steamer began to approach the boat. Their boats (rather rafts) are built of several logs, between which a large space, the ends are connected. These rafts were Hindus, the body is covered with triangular white material, a kind of wide trousers, and a white turban on his head. Skin so black, even with some purple hue. Unfortunately, I had to interrupt this spectacle by going to work in the kitchen. When he came back, I couldn't squeeze all the places around the sides were filled with customers. People were running, screaming, something to buy, baskets on ropes, one after the other up on the deck. I went to the partition for separating the crew from passengers D:P:, climbed the forbidden border and watched what was going on downstairs. The Negro pianist stood beside me and presented me with a small black wooden elephant. "Souvenir," he told me. I was very touched. Continuing the observation, I felt very sorry for the Indians. Their life is hard, they work for pennies on plantations, factories, and here they sell to the poor E:P: their goods. And on ships with wealthy passengers, such things probably do not buy. Dad took a few photos with Hindu police. At six o'clock the Americans returned to the ship . After some time the coast of India farther and farther began to move away from us. Before we knew it, began seeling. Many argued when we pass the equator. When the pitching was over, while the little people were arguing, the steamer broke the last waves of the equator. Over the loudspeaker the captain congratulated all with the crossing of the equator. Us, youth, was it's a shame, that other steamboats note this famous transition different customs. Father, mother, grandmother and Vanya crossed that all is going well. In the evening we formed our company and have baptized many with water, and the Pope gave all a shot of vodka. Nice passed this evening, sang, laughed, told jokes. Marian told me that the artists should come to the office. A few days went to the concert. Dina, daughter of Myroshnichenko's father's friend, played the accordion and sang. Found a pianist to accompany me the classic waltz" noble " Chopin, and Russian dance accompanied me Dean. I had a couple of suits with me. The performance went on deck, in the room where the film was shown. The next day the concert was repeated for the team in the officers ' lounge. I was worried that I was gonna fall off Pointe trees with a big Jock. The concert was pleasant to all. The pianist told me I could be a star in America. Dad took pictures of me with the team and the captain.
Nice runs wave after wave,
When the steamer pushes them,
And the sea carries away the foam with a,
Like a memory that melts.
On the horizon a thin strip of land. All rushed to the Board to be the first to see the shores of the vast continent after a long journey. At five o'clock in the morning was the last Breakfast.

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AUSTRALIA.

The Des Fontaines family arrived in Melbourne, Australia on 22nd December 1949.

The steamer was moored to the pier of the Melbourne 22.12.49. The day was overcast and the soul went dark Council. It timidly, afraid that will bring us is a foreign country. I wanted to lose all the difficulties of the past. I wanted joy, happiness and freedom. But depressing uncertainty hung over us. In the eyes could still hear the harsh bare cliffs of the coast of Australia. The waves caressed them, and were dashed to pieces at their feet. And with noisy foam rolled back along ocean. We were called by numbers. As a herd, pairs, people with knots, suitcases and baskets set foot on a new land with hope on the future. The tiny creatures seemed we compared the magnitude of the steamer "General Hausen".  The whole team, both blacks and whites, waved to us from the deck.

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Everybody fit on the train. The cars are clean with soft seats. Whistle. And the station began to flash before my eyes. Eagerly we looked out the Windows at Melbourne. Houses with columns or lace mi, as a gingerbread product, decorated the suburbs of Melbourne. Wide streets, beautiful buildings and romantic lanterns. The train stopped briefly. From the window I saw a beautiful building with domes in Oriental style. The Inscription "State Theatre".  Heart froze. There is a state theatre, so there is ballet, Opera and drama. My joy was unstoppable. Everyone shared my delight. There was a hope that having worked two years under the contract as a servant, I will be able to return to ballet.
The movement of trains and new types of Melbourne was distracted by my thoughts. After a long time we arrived at Bonegilla (Bonegilla camp) which was fenced with a wire fence. All have built Men to the left, women to the right, and families with children aside. A chill ran over the body. Is it really necessary to go to distant lands and to get back to camp, in Germany. One of the organizers continued his welcoming speech. But people had dark thoughts on his mind. We were assigned to clean the iron barracks. In every about twenty beds. At the first rays of sunrise iron barracks so heated that it was impossible to sit in them. We escaped from the December heat in small tents or in the shade of trees. Despite many hungry years in Germany, we could not eat fatty, abundant food, especially lamb meat. But a few days have adapted to eat fruit from cans, bread with jam and milk. Everyone in the camp got a job. Heavier men and women in the kitchen or in the dining room. I made every effort to get acquainted with the camp authorities, to go to Melbourne and get there to the ballet.
24.12.49
We cut in the field something like a Christmas tree, but the needles were soft. Decorated this Christmas tree, than could, on the evening in barracks I was having fun all society. With the suitcase in my hand, I imagined I'd be in Melbourne. Then he went to Sasha's house and we were talking about what the future awaits all of us.
Our family, Nina, Marian Persic and Mirko went swimming in the lake. The Director of the camp called art earnestly into his office and offered us to organize a concert for the New Year. Having drawn up the program, we began to rehearse. Here and the heat became us uneasy. But the camp was not adapted for the concert. In the little room where we rehearsed, the piano was broken. Accordionist Leo could play classical music, but two days before the evening he was sent to work. Dina played the accordion, but the notes of new things had to be studied. The time was up, Nina, Marian and Mirko cheered me up. Despite all the obstacles, the concert went relatively well. After the speech our company sat behind your Desk and cheerfully greeted the New Year. Several young people invited me to dance. One supervisor invited me to an out-of-camp party. I said I had a friend, and my mom wouldn't let me. In the course of the concert work, we became friends with the assistant Director of the camp, and he helped my beginning with good advice.

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First January 1950.
For lunch we were invited Dina. Pavlik wanted us to cook something special. Later we played ball and at sunset we fantasized about ballet in Melbourne. My papers assistant Director postponed until there is a suitable childless family or an elderly couple, which will give me the opportunity in the evenings to go to ballet training. Mom already had a job with four kids and a sick hostess. My mother insisted that she would not go anywhere until I had a certain place, because I was a minor. Rita, Ivan and dad were immediately sent to work in Melbourne at the fruit factory. I was very sorry that I could not say goodbye to my dad, as I ran to organize a concert when his transport left. After the meeting, New Year, night, our Quartet, Dina, I, Paul and Mirko went to catch crayfish in the lake. Coming to the shore, we froze. The beauty of the night was indescribable. The sky and the earth are saturated with moonlight so that one can discern people's faces. From trees and bushes fell the dark shadow on the wet grass. The lake, like a mirror, reflected the full moon. Only the fish sometimes broke through the surface of the water, catching insects. There was a mysterious silence, which was occasionally broken by birds in the trees, watching as people, like ants, swarm on the ground and frogs, echoing each other. The sky shone with many stars, shimmering pale colors of the rainbow. Looking at this magic, it seemed that the stars multiplied constantly and tried to squeeze into this fabulous world. The breath froze from such a divine beauty. We sat for a long time without saying a single word. Having recovered, laid a white sheet about water. Put a saucer with a burning candle in the middle. Got away and fell silent, waiting for the invasion of cancers into the light. Cancers didn't come out of the water. We could not resist, began to giggle and talk. Drank one bottle of wine on the brotherhood. Having fun, we did not notice how the sun began to rise. Cancers still did not appear. We put together a white sheet and headed for the barracks. Already hot rays of the sun burned our backs. In the camps, you can not avoid crowded people. My friendship with Mirko began to grow stronger and stronger. Its a clean friendly attitude reminded me of my school friends in Rostov.
3.1.50
All four of us went by bus early in the morning and rented a motor boat for a walk. She carried us like a meteor, had to look both ways not to break into the old, long-flooded trees that stood like columns in the lake. We stopped on a small island and imagined that we were the first to arrive in a tropical Paradise. Pavlik and I sat on an old log and roared mi's hand without oars, like primitive people. Swimming, diving and sunbathing in the scorching sun. Stopped by the farmer for a drink of water. Bought honey. Absolutely exhausted and full of joy, returned to the camp. The sun had completely set, but twilight colored paints had played on the horizon.
7.1.50
Under the old a New Year on Russian tradition, we went to Pavlik in barracks might wonder. There was a lot of laughter in the glass with the ring we saw nothing. In the mirror with candles on sides all time reflected our faces, not mysterious knights. The next evening, Mirko and Pavlik went to the cinema in Albury. DIN could not to go.
9.1.50
With Mirko went to the cinema in the camp. Then we enjoyed a drink of lemonade. Mirko's presence brought me joy and calmness, as if I was behind my elder brother's back.
10.1.50
Supervisor I announced that I got a good place at University teachers, the elderly, and without children. He explained to me: by law, if my place is busy, from Melbourne I have to send back to Bonegilla, and do not take another place, if it does not suit me. Mother and I began to pack a few things. It was the last evening in Bonegilla. Wanted to go to the cinema, it was closed. With Mirko, hand in hand, walked along the path to the lake. The evening was warm. Complete calm.  We went silently, afraid to interrupt the silence. Mirko asked for my address so we could correspond. He said I was very happy, I have a family, and he is absolutely alone. We hugged each other. My head leaned against his chest. "I can hear your heartbeat," I said. "I can't hear yours" he replied. "Mine beats just like yours"... for a long time I couldn't sleep. Only now I realize how attached Mirko was. At six o'clock in the morning Mirko already waited for us. Mom called him to the barracks. Everybody in "town" (on the track) the old Russian tradition. Grandma crossed us.

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We said goodbye to everyone in the barracks. People wanted me to succeed. Grandma could not go to see us off, she has a bad leg. Mother, I and Mirko walked to the bus, looking back, I saw grandmother hunched, wrinkled, more than before, exhausted hand waved to us. The bus wrapped and for a moment, once again, we saw the barracks and grandmother still standing alone near them. Poor old lady will be left alone, without English, not knowing how long. How much love, care she has already given to all of us. After my grandfather's death in the first world war, my grandmother devoted her whole life to her children: my mother and uncle Leva, and then us granddaughters.
This short time spent in Bonegilla, was the happy, carefree of my life in Australia. Like a ray of sunshine that illuminates my soul the memory of those days.
We already knew that in Australia you can have a good life. I was sure that in Melbourne my ballet profession had the opportunity to flourish; the fear of war and hard life in Germany disappeared. The soul felt freedom and hope for a happy future. In camps — fleeting meeting and farewell, and no one knew, who-where and what people near, good or bad. All were milled in human bag for. But acquaintance with Mirko was special. He never crossed the line. Our sincere friendship has remained a wonderful memory with me forever.

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MELBOURNE.

The train was comfortable, with me and mom was driving the girls from Poland and the Czech girls who arrived as Mirko from Switzerland. All were contract workers. Mom was very nervous, one of the clerks in the office told her that Ruthin husband, Ivan, asked officially to it and Rita was sent to another city, not us. The reason is that we are a different religion and will influence their future children. Already on the boat he showed his weird character, didn't trust Rita, watching her every move, and we had scandals. I do not quite calm, kind of the unknown hung over me. But I was saying that Melbourne is a fabulous city and everything will be as in a fairy tale. Teaching supervisor Bonegilla gradually regained my confidence. By law, if my place of work in Melbourne is busy, then I have to send back to Bonegilla and not give another job. My attention was drawn to the flickering landscape of Australia. Endless meadows with dried grass Heat and dust hung in the air. Boring, ugly eucalyptus trees loomed on the blue horizon. Occasionally single, mighty trees widely scattered the branches, creating a cool shadow for sheep and cows. For us, the landscape seemed monotonous and boring. Our train has arrived at Spencer's final station. At the station we were met by Mr. SMIS is an employee of the labor exchange. He announced that my mother's owners will come in an hour, and my place of work is already occupied. My heart's broken. But hold on, Cossack, you'll be an ataman. Somehow, in English I said, "I'm back, Bonegilla!» mr. SMIS said,"There's a family with three children."  I said, " but children. I Bonegilla ago".  Poor Mr. SMEs began to explain to me that children go to school, they are not babies. But I said, "No." He started calling the office from the phone booth in front of our bench where we were sitting. I stood with him, kept the booth door open, so it wouldn't get too hot, and so my mom could hear the conversation, too. After Mr talks. SMEs turned to me and began to show my contract — should I take this job. Poor mom begged me to agree, And I'm like a bull ran and told him: "I am Bonegilla ". He continued to call. After some time, the woman of years of thirty. Greets Mr. With SMEs, and I won't even look. She gives him the cards of her children and says, "Show her." All three of us stand by the phone booth. I looked at the cards and again like parrot: "But children.  I Bonegilla."After long conversation my hostess with anger left. Poor Mr. SMIS kept calling, constantly wiping his sweat off his face. My mother's owners came for her: she will have to work in a family with a sick wife and three children. Mom didn't want to leave until I was determined. mr. Smys explained to the owners that he would bring his mother to them when everything settled down, and, exhausted, he continued to call. Suddenly Mr. SMEs with a smile, which was not on his face since we met, happy, said, what is the place of two elderly people without children. Everyone was relieved at heart, now friendly, we sat on a bench waiting. Cars passed by, taxis brought passengers to the train, many pedestrians passed by. I looked around, hoping to see two elderly people. Don't remember how long we waited, but it seemed an eternity.  Noble suddenly, a black car drove into the circle and stopped in front of us. An elderly man opened the door of the car and helped the full lady to get out of it. They came to us, said Hello to Mr. The SMEs, mom and me. Ifa. Hopkins sat next to me, hugged me with one hand and began to say something. She had kind grey eyes and a nice genuine smile. Mr. Hopkins sat down next to Mr. The SMEs and they about something talked. Mr. Hopkins stood up and explained to me and mom that they wanted to take me, but they can't today. They'll take me to the hotel. They're coming for me on Friday. My mother was at a loss — why not today to go to them. But they were so cute and cute that I gladly agreed. Mr. SMEs drove my mother in Melbourne, to its owners. Mr. and Mrs, Hopkins brought me into the women's hotel Spencer p. the owner or an employee of the hotel brought me to a small, clean room. Bed with a good bedspread, wardrobe, locker with a table lamp. I looked in the mirror and laughed. This is a dream or a fairy tale. I'm in Melbourne, a hotel, resting and not having to work. In the dining room, tables covered with white tablecloths. Women, more elderly, they may be thirty or forty years. All very nice approach me talking, and I don't understand and just smile at them. I wanted to see the city. The curiosity was bugging me. But I didn't know if I had the right to get out of this hotel or not. The next day I went down the stairs, sat on the sofa in the reception room, sitting, no one pays attention to me. Passing women friendly say: "Good morning", I also answer them. I approached the big front door, stepped onto the stairs, stood, and went back inside. The lady at the box office was doing her job without looking up at me. I sat on the couch and decided to go out again. Standing at the top of the stairs, I looked around if anyone was coming to get me back. I decided to go on one side, I look back, but pedestrians go on the Affairs and nobody pays attention to me. After the quarter, I think you should go back, but plucked up courage, and went further along the same street, not to get lost. At the corner I saw an interesting building with domes, the top — weight clock showed different times, this must be the main station Flinder page Going already ago find a used bookstore, I went and bought a small ballet book at two shillings six pence. When I came into my room, I began to copy the movements from this book. The next day I called my mom and promised to go to my dad's in the morning.  I had an address on a piece of paper, I showed the girl at the box office in the reception. She called one lady who brought me to page Flinder station and bought me a ticket. She also asked the door controller to put me on the right train.

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In turn, that the controller put me in front of the car and asked the conductor to drop me off at Footscray station. There's a lady who took the bus with me and asked the conductor to drop me off in front of Brooklyn camp. What wonderful Australian people, with patience helped me out, despite the fact that they were not on the road. Dad was waiting for me at the bus stop. Seeing me, he ran towards me. On the run it was noticeable that he is old and heavy physical work breaks it, since childhood, the broken back. He often worked 12 hours a day. (*Dad did not have a contract, he was considered disabled, as the x-ray showed hump in the back. But it didn't free him from work. For many years in Melbourne he is balancing on top, painted factory roof in summer heat and winter cold).
Dad was surprised and happy that I came. His hands and voice were shaking a little. He asked how I got a job, and was very glad that I have a good home. The bus came, I had to go back all the way. The next day, 12.1.1950 dad came to see me, what hotel I stayed. We sat in the waiting room and talked for a long time. Later we both went to put a stamp on his papers and he left.
3.1.1950. in the morning, I took my things down and waited for my masters. Then I decided that I will play the role of workers as the black child in the Russian film "the Circus". My gentlemen have arrived punctually. On the way we stopped at the store. I, like a good little Negro boy, followed the host and carried in both hands of cake, not to drop. Beautiful road meandered along the river. The owner from the window showed his hand and said, "river Yarra," I repeated for him. During our trip he repeated this phrase many times, and I as a parrot repeated it, without understanding it. Drove up to a white, columned house, in front of the house a lovely garden. The aroma of roses accompanied us along the alley to the oval front staircase. Entering the door, I was stunned by the beauty of this fork. My thoughts took me to the Indian or Egyptian Kingdom. All spacious hall and staircase are covered with red carpet with gold and yellow drawings. Beautiful contrast from the light walls. Small tables with vases of different colors, huge soft chairs attracted to drown in them. Up the stairs, Mr. Hopkins showed me my room. A cozy, beautiful bedspread on the bed, a table with a lamp, a Desk, a wardrobe, but no chair, it immediately emphasized to me that I am a servant. Ifa. Hopkins had a sick, swollen knees. She couldn't go upstairs to show me my room. Mr. Hopkins explained to me my duties and in the course of the taught English language. I repeated for him every phrase. In the kitchen tonight, Mr. Hopkins picked up a big yellow fruit, showed one tip, and said, " the North pole, across the South pole, cuts in the middle with a knife, and says the equator."What this fruit has in common with the North, South poles and the equator, I could not understand. But every morning at 6 o'clock I looked at the fruit, cut on the equator, and laid on half on two plates, and also did tea, toasts (dry bread by electricity) and carried to them in a bedroom (even now when I cut a grapefruit, I remember Mr. Hopkin's.) After this light Breakfast Mr. Hopkins got up, and I was helping the Mrs. Hopkins to get dressed. Her swollen from arthritis, the knees and the fullness of the body is heavily loaded legs. Despite suffering, she was kind and took care of me.
Every day Mr. Hopkins was showing me new responsibilities. He assured me he would teach me how to cook. Then I remembered a joke of a supervisor in Bonegilla: "Will ask you to cook, sleep dinner". I cleaned vegetables, washed them, and one day he asked me to cook peas, and they left. I put a pot of peas on the stove, and I went to do my job, and then I went to my room, and I put something in order, too. Suddenly there was an angry cry Mr. Hopkin's. He shouted and waved, I ran downstairs, and, Oh, the horror, the peas and the pot burned. I threw myself at his feet and, sobbing, asked for forgiveness. Only then did I realize what a crime I had committed — the whole house could have flared up. But I was never asked to cook again.
They're both very hospitable. Endless visitors. I made sandwiches and strong Australian tea.  Tray I put on a low table and made a small curtsey (knix). They all smiled at it. Mr Hopkins always reminded that I, too, made myself sandwiches and tea in the kitchen. My stomach couldn't digest that much food. A strong tea I used to drink and didn't love him, but I didn't want to hurt them and choked this tea. They often went to the farm and brought strawberries. Mr. Hopkins will open the fridge, point it at the strawberries, say something, and close the fridge. This was repeated several times. Only when Dina visited me did she translate what he said to me: "You can eat strawberries and cakes as long as you want, just have to ask." They were surprised to see me without permission do not take anything.
But I had other concerns: to please them, to have time to practice and find the state theatre (city theatre which I saw from the train when traveling to Bonegilla). And start there to do.
15.1.1950. By lunchtime, came to their son's Case with his wife and many guests. Fuss was early in the morning. Cleaned vegetables, mountain of pots and dishes. Mrs, Hopkins showed me how to set the table. Has brought very alluring tablecloth, silver and especially a handsome service. The owner himself did all the cooking. I hearth of the shaft, as it should be: on the one hand serve to remove. The next day during the afternoon lunch, there was a phone call. Mr. Case called me on the phone, Mirko called. He explained to me that he was in Melbourne, at a train station. I couldn't quit my job. Mr Hopkins told Mirko to take a taxi and come to the house. The guests left, all the work I had done. Mirko's Here. With good English he spoke fluently with Mrs and Mr, Hopkins.  I made tea in the kitchen, and we had a wonderful time. With joy we interrupted each other, telling about everything that happened during this time. Hopkins (so good) took us to a friend, Mirko, and from there we went by tram in Melbourne to the mother. I was supposed to come home later.
17.1 1950. Mirko went to Adelaide. I couldn't go see him off.
22.1.50. My mom and dad came to see me on Sunday. My masters weren't home. My mother was amazed at what a wonderful house I live in, and what an easy job I have. I made tea in the kitchen, when the owners returned, they were surprised that I did not take anything from the refrigerator. Mr. Hopkins immediately made strawberries with cream and took out cakes.  Mom and dad were touched by this good deed. The Hopkins allowed me to invite my friends for my birthday. 24.1.50. I received the first letter from Enikki (grandma Nina), from Bonegilla. She wrote that the heat it is very difficult to transfer in the iron barracks. She misses me a lot and can't wait to see me. But we can't get her out until we have our apartment.
8.1.50. The hosts went to the store to buy groceries for my party. Mom, dad, Dina, Marijan and Nina Persic arrived on the birthday. The host made sandwiches, cakes, cake with strawberries, of course, in the kitchen. We had a great time, the only pity that our poor grandmother could not be with us. What an unfair fate, Mirko was in Melbourne a few days ago, and I couldn't spend time with him. And on my birthday I was given a free day, and the next day was my day off. In a letter to Mirko and regretted that he was not with us.
Every evening I studied ballet for an hour and a half, stair railings served as a machine. I could stretch my legs well. Downstairs guests often played cards. In flexion of the feet or jumping when he heard the noise. Ifa. Jessy (friend) asked what is that noise? Mr. Hopkins replied,"Having a dancer, there are a lot of strange sounds in the house." Mrs, and Mr, Hopkins were very nice to me. I appreciated it, but I had the main goal — to dance again.  I did not allow the idea that years of hard work in Germany and the achievement of good results in the ballet will go to waste.  If I was a normal girl, you could have the evenings to learn English or to learn some profession. I'm sure the Hopkins would help me. But I was only thinking about ballet.

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In February 1950 dad introduced me to the Russian Church with the MS Trunov, old Russian immigrant, very sweet, fun lady. She danced folk dances, and her son, Basil was a soloist of the ballet in Australia (he later became ballet master at the Paris Opera).  Mrs. Trunova immediately appointed a day to lead me to the Ballet, to the Guild Theater. On Tuesday, 13.2.1950, we met in the city. Walking down Burke street, my heart stood still from fear, then almost burst out of my chest from joy. Already rising up the stairs of the theater, I heard the gentle sounds of Chopin from Le Sylphide.  Laura Martin, ballet dancer, soloist in Australia and England, the Director of the Ballet-Guild, sat us down without interrupting the rehearsal. At the moment I have all spinning before my eyes. Dancing, music, hall. One girl, dancing solo, was a little heavy for this role. The second, slender girl, with hops hanging in the air and gracefully played the role of the Sylphide. I felt like in a magical world, not noticing any old building, no shabby planks on the floor, no smell of rotten theatrical dust. Long press on both sides of the hall and a large mirror. At the end of the hall is a relatively large stage, very well equipped. After rehearsal Laura said that I can start studying right from tomorrow — three times a week, 2 shillings and 6 pence for each lesson.  When I was driving home, I was wondering how to present my good news to the owners. Tomorrow is Wednesday, my free day, but other days I will depend on my masters. And the owner reminded me that he came to work on the contract, not to dance. I understood all this, but it was a tragic situation. Australia, Melbourne, ballet, but-contract!    I arrived at the theater on time. Dancers surrounded me and friend began to talk to me. But there it was. Without Madame Trunov, there was no one to translate. Difficult moment. Suddenly from the group, like an angel from heaven, I was approached by a girl, Anna Beckett, and spoke to me in German. The ice was broken. Anya translated, and I told you that I studied at the ballet school in Hamburg for four years. But to get to Australia could only contract workers. All sympathized with my plight, was friendly to me, and taught English language and spoken very quickly. But it was Anya who helped my first steps in the theater. Her parents, Mrs.and Mr. Beckett accepted me into his family as an old friend, especially her mother, sympathetic, wonderful woman. Anya, apparently, she got the good feeling to people in need. Often, between day and evening performances, we went to their tea. They had a cute dog, which is almost always lying in front of the fireplace. I am always grateful to the Hopkins family and the members of the Guild ballet for the fact that the English language they taught me was cultural and well pronounced. Many years later, I noticed in girls my age, working in factories, rough, common English – slang. I didn't speak fluent language at the time, but it was correct.
28.2.1950. I went to see my dad, he was upset. Ruthin husband, Ivan once again asked the immigration Department to have him and Rita sent somewhere from Melbourne, motivating it by the fact that her parents will affect the children, being of another religion. I was sorry that Rita was not lucky in marriage. She often came to us and cried. But we in no way could help her, not knowing well the English language. The next day, I went to the immigration Department to talk about my ballet classes. I asked IFAS. Dixon and Mr. Spencer talk to my host so he can let me go at six o'clock on Tuesday and Friday at the ballet to train. My future professional life was in jeopardy. Mr. Hopkins was very unhappy. I don't blame him, but I had no choice. He immediately gave me a second job: wash your cupboards, refrigerator, walls in the kitchen and baths every day. Perhaps he thought, that I't seek only reasons less work, and go ... I go in ballet for pleasure and could not understand, that I teetered on the edge of disaster. If I don't train for two years until my contract's over, I'll never be able to work in ballet again. Due to lack of daily coaching received in the classroom my technique will lose force and the accuracy of. I've had moments of utter despair.
4.3.1950. Mutti ( mother) on her day off came to an IFA. Hopkins sew her dress, and she appreciated the skill and good taste. When mom visited here, the roughness with the owners was smoothed out.
One day, after class, Laura asked me if I wanted to dance at Le Sylphides. With joy I hugged her and kissed her. In the tram again, I didn't know how to present this good news to the owners.  At home, I told them I was ready to do all the work, but I need a chance to continue my ballet career. Mr. Hopkins wasn't happy, and even though they both agreed to my rehearsals, every time I have to ask their permission.I flew in the class, as if on wings. After class Laura gave us partners to do a "pas de Dieu". I even wondered what else could turn a three of a pirouette. I got a good partner, he helped me in big jumps "Grand jet".
I stayed to watch a rehearsal of "LA MEER". Lorina choreography of gentle, graceful movements fit the music of Debussy. I returned home with the last tram at 12 PM. When I put my tired body in bed, it was only then that I felt how tense the classroom was. I couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, the soles on my feet were burning, calves were cramped. But at the heart of relief and joy and the hope was that this is the beginning of my purpose in Melbourne.
7.3.1950. Tuesday. I cleaned everything, cleaned vegetables, laid the table for dinner, brought mail and saw the long-awaited letter from Mirko. In the tram I read the letter. He settled in a camp in Adelaide. Fortunately, his room was shared by a cultural person. The work was very heavy, but the details he did not describe and was hoping to get.
An international concert was organized in Melbourne. Dina took part there, she sang and played the accordion. I could not participate, as couldn't get out even on these rehearsals. And the strength I barely had to work and train in the Ballet-Gilde. In addition, I should not have been tempted to perform in concerts. At the ballet Guild, I had a good school with regular practice, everyone treated me well, and Laura allowed me to rehearse at LA MEERA. In the house the tension was building. The host was unhappy, but the Mrs. Hopkins was protecting me. She, poor thing, could not get out of bed, I often massaged her legs and knees. She's the one that eased the pain. Her motherly attitude touched me to tears. In the evenings, when I came back from rehearsal late, I tried to quietly climb the stairs, but she always asked: "Tamara, is it you?". Yes, I will. "Now I can sleep at night knowing that you came home without danger."
Finally, our dear Anicca (grandma Nina) arrived in Melbourne from Bonegilla. She was put in Wiliamstown (family camp), next to the familiar Sikarskie. She could speak Russian with some of mi's family. But most importantly, we all visited her once a week. Gradually its health has improved. It was not Monagroulli heat, and the camp doctor helped her.  And the owner found me more and more work. In the afternoon it was not possible to relax. In ballet, the load was increased. In class we had to Refine the technique, repeticiya had to make up for what has already passed. The ballet "LA MAIRE" beautifully put Laura. Fashionable hand's technique with the classical movement was in perfect harmony. I enjoyed dancing in this ballet. From overwork I have always had a cramp legs. And I've noticed my jumping and batus suffered from fatigue. I was like in a vicious circle, didn't want to offend the owners and tried to do what I could. In ballet I had a rest soul, but my equipment did not improve. At night I could not fall asleep from fatigue and full exhaustion. My mother met friends from Beirut, Madame Poplavskaya and her daughter Ira. They settled down to work in the Royal Melbourne Hospital. In the center-a small kitchen on each floor. The lift raised the trays were made of jelly, laid out on plates, cut the cheese, butter and bread, brewed tea. Also wash the refrigerators, cupboards, and utensils, which is then sent to the main kitchen to disinfect the machines. There were three shifts: early morning, afternoon and evening. I thought about trying to go to the hospital.
My masters began to gather in a trip to England. I was hoping that the free will go to work at the hospital. But Mrs. Hopkins was asked to go to their friend Reconciled, and returning them back to him. I got sick, so I can't go to the hospital. I began to say that I am a bad worker, that I need to go out in the evenings to train, why Miril and they want me to work for them.  Ifa. Hopkins explained that they really appreciate my honesty. Previous servants stole the silver and jewelry. Crying, I hugged Mrs. Hopkins also said that the only way to continue to participate in the ballet is to work in the hospital, and in the evening to train in Ballet Guild.


 

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6.4.1950. We said goodbye friends. Even Mr. Picton Hopkins in tears, he really liked how I was dancing in "Les Sylphides" (I invited both of them on my first statement). They were wonderful people, but I had no choice, I had to fight hard for my future at the ball those. After the departure of the couple Hopkins, I rested in dad's camp Brooklyn.
1.5.1950 my mother and I started working in the hospital on different floors. All young girls, including Australians, had to live in a hotel owned by the hospital (the hotel was on the station Kilda) I chose early shift. This shift bus "picked" us at 4.45 am.  Half-asleep girls climbed into this bus. Beautiful view of Melbourne at sunrise and the blue sea gradually awakened us. The city was still asleep, only a few workers with briefcases hurried to the station. We arrived at the hospital at five. 15 minutes Breakfast in the dining room for the servants and quickly left everyone in his kitchen. By 5.30. I should have made tea for the patients. At three o'clock in the afternoon I finished my shift (one hour for lunch), took a shower and two hours rested on a folding chair in the living room for workers. Then on the tram I was traveling to Burke page and 6 o'clock began a class in Ballet Gilda. Of course, in hospital of was better work, than in private house, but would still, working physically a host day, my tableware, refrigerators, the walls and floors, little energy remained for evening classes. Coming home V11.30-12 PM and getting up at 4.45 am, I was exhausted. But my inspiration triumphed. I danced in every season Ballet Gilda and a lot of time with his partner Vasily Trunov. Dancing with him was like a fairy tale, it is not only a beautiful dancer, but every move your partner knows and is ready to support a joint or dance. At the end of the first season, Gilda Presented me with a bouquet of flowers!    I was touched. Mom and dad loved the play.
Normal Russian youth of my years working as normal people, in the evenings they could go to the movies or meet each other on Friday and Saturday at the dance and Russian balls, Sunday — met in the Church, organized scout troops went on a picnic. I was completely disconnected from the circle of young people, I arranged my work in the morning shift, rehearsals, trainings were evenings. Every few weeks, gild's Ballet had a new season.  Friday, Saturday and Sunday evening performances or rehearsals, and sometimes when I was free, I was happy to relax. I denied myself everything that had any relation to the dance of the goddess Terpsichore. I sacrificed all my young years and my personal life. But I do not regret and never reproached myself, as I learned and absorbed knowledge, everything that just met on the way. I lived the life of the musical, literary and theatrical world. So far, I am grateful to Kurt Peters (ballet master from Hamburg) for developing in me the love and understanding of the historical theory of ballet and other arts. Anelisa Sauer (Kunst.dancer, Hamburg) helped me to find a deep understanding and a sense of artistic choreography.
I am also very grateful to the Hopkins family and all the members of the Gilda Ballet for patiently teaching me English. And I pretty quickly began to speak a good language, not a common slang. But, while all the time in this atmosphere, sometimes I felt like I was choking from the English language.
When I visited my family in the camp, where most of the people family and the holidays drink hard, it made me depressed. Cultured, educated was a matter of quantity. I used to think about Mirko, the way he organized the dance nights. On Easter night, our family enjoyed a solemn service in the Church. Father Tikhon and father Igor could have ignited a spark from the parishioners. Dressy Church was inspired by the solemn feeling of the parishioners. When the procession joyously say, "Christ is risen!"and all responded:" truly resurrected!".  After the service and lighting of the cakes, Sasha in his car, drove us to Rita's to break the fast. The next day the conversation took place in Lage re at Sikorsky. Visiting them was Dr. Alex. It is very pretty, cultural and fun in the company. This night is etched in my memory. When we got in the car, the doctor kissed me on the cheek, saying goodbye. I was amazed and was hoping that in the commotion no one would notice.
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The whole family decided to celebrate dad's and mom's birthday on may 1, 1950. 27.4.1950 Thursday, late in the evening, I went to Williamstown. Took the money for shopping and with Enichka and dad made a holiday plan.  Nina and Mariana Persic were invited, but they couldn't come. There were Sasha, Alyosha, Sikorsky and our family. Alyosha presented me with a beautiful decorative bouquet of flowers. Sasha gave me a chocolate. Alesha talked about the ballet "Red shoes".  Be fun.
In the theater we started to develop a ballet by Vasily Trunov. Movements are complimented and not easy to remember. I came home late all week. Thursday Bob finished rehearsal early. When I came to the hotel reception, I saw a large sitting figure of Alyosha. The supervisor told me that he waited a long time, patiently and steadfastly. We went into the living room. Chatted until 11 o'clock. Both regretted that the shooter was running around the dial…
From a letter to Arkhangelsk Natalia Lvovna an extruded one piece — Leuzinger.
Dear Natasha!
Description of our life in Australia, I haven't finished yet. We are very busy with granddaughters and cares, so that there is no time to sit down and calmly concentrate. I will describe briefly how our future in Australia has developed. Dad, mom, grandma (Nina Sokolin), I and Rita, my husband continued to live in the camp, because it is very difficult and expensive to buy an apartment. Dad worked in a rubber factory. Manually shoved the hard rubber in the fiery furnace. It was a terrible job. The heat and gravity of the rubber he was exhausted, the pain in his broken back was getting worse every day. Many years later he was painting the factory roof in the sultry heat in summer and cold in winter. Only the last years of his work he became a janitor at the post office. Such difficulties immigrants had to endure due to lack of knowledge of the English language. Mom used to sew uniforms at a military factory for years.  At the end of the working contract, I continued to dance and conduct children's ballet classes in the theater. After three years I opened my own ballet school. The beginning was very difficult, I did not speak good English. I taught classical ballet, national dances and modern form of dance (which I specialized in Germany).  Every year, for the concert, I put a new program, new and traditional choreographies of classical ballet, national and characteristic dances. Picked up the right music, painted costumes for all speakers, so that parents could sew. It had to be done, as I didn't have the extra funds to pay for professional help. My school has successfully flourished, and later I had two schools. Two years later, we raised the necessary amount of money and four families rented a house, each family room, but everyone was happy to leave the camp life. In 1956 I married David burns, who came to Australia from Scotland in 1950. My problem with the English language disappeared. After a while, we raised enough money to pay the Deposit for the construction of the house and paid the debt in the Bank for more than twenty years. In our house there was an attached ballet Studio. I had my school for thirty-five years. Dad mom and grandma built a house near us. In winter, the sun warmed and lit the room through the large Windows. Garden with roses and trees decorated the house.

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When mom and dad retired they were looking for my daughters Nina and Tatiana. Rita and her family had a house near us. She has three sons, nick, George and Mike. Mom, dad and grandmother, in spite of the hard life here was happy to live in a free and truly democratic country. But always we talked about Russia, especially the grandmother, she to death and never learned English.