She was born in the Russian cold, the coldest winter. Born in a small house full of love in the middle working class of Leningrad, she was named after an ancient Russian princess, Sinaida, and grew up in the style of a princess. Her parents, who tried to educate her and raise her to the top of her class, made sure to enroll her in school number 354 in Leningrad as soon as she reached the appropriate age. She, who was a star in letters, surpassed Ola Mottala Koluvan in mathematics. A brilliant student, the beautiful girl was receiving the definitive commentary at the Moscow Higher University.
But without telling anyone, the Second World War broke out and Europe was on fire. The German had started the invasion in search of Russian lands. Zinaida Portnova, a girl of just fourteen years old, came to Whitsby from far away Belarus to spend the spring with her beloved grandmother. When the German came to the village, Sinaida would have been terrified of its fort, dreaming of the comfort and safety of Leningrad and burning in a lonely, unprotected fire. Sinaida’s grandmother, who was hidden in the forest, put her breast to the German bayonet. The soldiers who had killed her and butchered the flock of sheep overnight did not see for a moment a small, hateful, burning eye staring at them from the gaps in the forest.
Sinaida watched it all and sat a little bundle of hatred.
She later joined the Belorussian Militant camp and was attached to its small battalion known as the ‘Little Mares of Retribution’. She learned how to handle a pistol from her older sisters and learned boxing from her younger brothers. She joined them and took part in the recapture of a gas station, a power plant and a brick factory from the Germans. She had killed two chickens and started the revenge mission there.
Later, Sinaida, disguised as a servant girl, got married as a kitchen helper in a German barracks in Obol. Adding poison to the food ration of two soldiers, she was able to poison them and weaken them on the battlefield. As the suspicious eyes of the constant army soldiers turned to Sinaida, they decided to let her eat the food she cooked. She faced it fearlessly and swallowed a part of it. She looked at them like a pearl, and the officers, realizing that they were innocent suspects, blushed and retreated.
But that night, she was very weak and suffered from blood vomiting and blood dysentery. But since they never saw her in the barracks, they had never been wrong and that it was the cunning fox who had poisoned her, and that the hard hearts of men melted for a moment at the sight of innocent eyes, but the Germans, like hounds, searched Obol in search of the evil satire who had poisoned their tails.
But Sinaida had waited and escaped.
After that, she joined Kliment Voroshilev’s guerilla unit and became a skilled spy in the Russian villages under Germany, saving thousands of friendly lives and killing tens of thousands of enemy lives, filling the Russian battle fronts with a lot of important information.
The Russian side had chosen the advantage of the war. Everything was reversing. It is clear as hell that the Germans can be driven out. Little Sinaida will definitely be the most famous of them. She will live in her grandmother’s little house. Grandma’s farm has become a small herd of small sheep. In the corner of the plot where Attamma was killed, she will build a memorial to find Moksha, carved in black stone. And every evening she will offer a village lily flower and sit alone in a candle light without being alone with her grandmother!
But the war was not over. Intelligence in Obol is weak. It should have been looked into immediately. There was no one more suitable than Zinaida Portnova, so she was sent there immediately. However, that was her last mission. She was arrested on January 15th, 1944 in Obol.
But there, the Gestapo officer who came for questioning, grabbed the same pistol that she used to scare her, handcuffed him and pulled the deadly trigger twice and killed him. In the blink of an eye, she managed to escape from the interrogation room, drawing a red dot of death on the empty minds of the two guard guards. However, in the corridor, a herd of officers could be seen ‘going wild’ with the stubborn little girl who was barely seventeen years old at that time.
I think you can imagine what her fate would be like when the German soldiers, who had an innate hatred for the little poisoner, shot and killed their two-legged officer, burning with rage. I don’t think to write about that.
Instead, at that sad, painful, disgusted moment, she saw in her mind a flock of playful lambs as small as herself, and as if she thought she could remember only a dream of resting in a vast Russian meadow, exhausted from exhaustion, I beg you!