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Moscow—Poznan—Berlin<br />
not been a thick network of tank tracks on the ground, you would not have realized<br />
that a moving artillery barrage had just rolled through here, one of the last<br />
operations of World War II.<br />
the assault on berlin was in full swing when we crossed the German border.<br />
Before that trip, I had flown a great deal from Moscow over various routes, and I<br />
have flown even more since then. But it is difficult, especially now after so many<br />
years, <strong>to</strong> describe the feeling that I experienced during that flight. For me, in terms<br />
of emotion, this flight was unique.<br />
I was thirty-three years old—about the same age as everyone on that flight,<br />
except for General Petrov, who was ten years our senior.We flew out of Moscow,<br />
where I had lived since I was two years old, and where my father had quite<br />
recently died of dystrophy. We flew over Smolensk. Somewhere down there my<br />
older cousin Misha, the darling of the entire family, had been killed. He had<br />
worked for People’s Commissar Tevosyan and therefore had a deferment. He also<br />
had two sons, and had still volunteered. He was wounded, and after he was released<br />
from the hospital, he returned <strong>to</strong> the front and died near Smolensk.We flew over<br />
Poland where I was born. I didn’t feel any particular closeness <strong>to</strong> Poland although<br />
I knew from my parents’ s<strong>to</strong>ries about my escapades there up through the age of<br />
two. But somewhere here below us, in Auschwitz or the Warsaw ghet<strong>to</strong>, my other<br />
cousin, Solomon Zlatin, and his entire family had been annihilated. He had left<br />
Moscow for Poland <strong>to</strong> join his mother, my aunt Fruma Borisovna, back in 1921,<br />
immediately after the end of the war with Poland.The last time I saw them was<br />
on the platform of the Belorusskiy (at that time it was still the Aleksandrovskiy)<br />
train station, when my parents <strong>to</strong>ok me along <strong>to</strong> see them off. Fruma Borisovna,<br />
my mother’s older sister, had helped my parents a great deal when they had settled<br />
in Lódz and were enduring financial difficulties after wandering around Europe as<br />
emigrants.Then her only son, Solomon; his beautiful wife, Lyuba; and their fiveyear-old<br />
son, Yasha, returned home. Yes, and I was also linked <strong>to</strong> Poland by<br />
Sigismund Levanevskiy, <strong>to</strong> whose tragic flight I devoted more than a year of<br />
intense labor. And how much more effort was spent preparing the expeditions <strong>to</strong><br />
search for the airplane that had become known worldwide by its number, N-209.<br />
And now we were flying over Germany, who had shattered all of our pre-war<br />
plans, hopes, and way of thinking.<br />
Later on, I directly participated in what would be his<strong>to</strong>rical events for humanity,<br />
events that changed the his<strong>to</strong>ry of the world: the launch of the first artificial<br />
satellite; the first launch of a human being,Yuriy Gagarin, in<strong>to</strong> space; the creation<br />
and launch of the first spacecraft <strong>to</strong> reach the surface of the moon; and the creation<br />
of the first intercontinental missiles capable of carrying a warhead with a yield of<br />
tens of mega<strong>to</strong>ns <strong>to</strong> America. But never have I had such a feeling of oneness with<br />
human his<strong>to</strong>ry than on the day of that flight at the end of the war. Perhaps it was<br />
because I had been burdened with enormous worries and responsibilities during<br />
the previous and subsequent events of his<strong>to</strong>rical significance. I always had <strong>to</strong> be<br />
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