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Men and women took part in rebuilding the city after the end of WWII. Valiant women were handling even the most dangerous jobs. It was hard to imagine something like this in Japan those days. Some of russian women were even attracted to japanese soldiers. Those were beautiful moments.
Every reunion means parting. I remember a girl, who felt a great tug at parting. Poor Natasha, who whispered bitter farewell, what do you do now, what happened to you?
Also just cause this one is funny
The moment we came off the train in Khabarovsk we were attacked by dreadful representatives of Japanese Communist Party who started to agitate for it. They were so strange. (I am not blaming modern Japanese Communist Party. Please, don't take me wrong!)
Abe-san, who was in charge, tried to reason with these communist party guys. They used to visit us during those two weeks that we spent in Nakhodka, teaching us labour songs, but we stood buff.
We stepped on home land, we listened to creaks of pier boards, we listened to the sound of our own steps. Meeting party shouted loud hurrays, thanked us, shook hands with us. Japanese Red Cross nurses shined bright with their white clothes.
True woman noticer this guy