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On this page you’ll find a sample of Nadia’s restored paintings.<\/p>
You can click on an image to view it at a larger size and see the Two Regimes<\/em> passage associated with it. There will also be an option to purchase a glossy print or canvas print of that painting.<\/p> You may also visit the Artist<\/a> page to learn more about Nadia and her paintings.<\/p> (This passage is from the 25th section of the Museum Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> Several people died in our building; the Jews had been killed, and the yard became empty. My children and I were sent to Germany.<\/p> At the Mariupol station we said good-bye to everything that had been dear to us. And we said good-bye forever. The railway car was filled to the limit and the doors were bolted shut with a padlock. We were unloaded at night and under guard, then transferred to a building with no access to a window or a place to put our things. We were taken to a large gymnasium with blackened windows. Inside were bunk beds: eighteen of them, four beds high. They were positioned so close together that there was barely enough room to squeeze by.<\/p> The camp had two exits. One set of gates was heavily guarded by police and led out to the street, while the other led to the factory. The entire camp was surrounded by barbed wire that was hung on posts and bent inward. The barracks were locked up for the night. Often we would be awoken several times for a head count by the police. The camp director was a meek, perhaps even kind, man. But above him, as in all camps, stood the dreaded Gestapo agent.<\/p> Our camp called him \u201cTiny\u201d due to his insignificant height. Everyone, including the German workers and the police, trembled whenever they were around him. Once a week he would send allegedly suspicious individuals to the Wupperthal Prison, from which they would never return.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ X 24″) (This passage is from the 6th section of the 5th Grade Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> My husband returned after serving his six-year sentence. He returned to find himself again without work, under the surveillance of the NKVD, and without friends. Old friends had also been arrested, while others were too afraid to continue a friendship. He did manage to find someone, but sometimes he would come home tipsy from drinking. And that is how it continued until the catastrophe, which destroyed our family completely.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 7th section of the 7th Grade Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> The arrest policy now expanded to include the Ukrainians and the Poles. The innocent were dragged away. In every family there was heartbreak and tears. The Bolsheviks forgot at what costs they came to power.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 3rd section of the 7th Grade Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> The city was beginning to experience unemployment. However and since my husband was unable to find work, we decided to move on to Mariupol. This came at a time when the New Economic Policy (NEP) was coming to an end. Although the State was struggling to organize collective farms, there were still many free merchants (chastniki) working at the Mariupol market.<\/p> Because of the high unemployment, no one had money. We found ourselves spending the last of our rubles and looking toward an uncertain future. While searching long and hard for work, my husband registered at the unemployment office, as required. Almost immediately he was arrested and then reminded about statements that he made about those little \u201clong-noses.\u201d<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) Glossy print (18″ x 24″) Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 22nd section of the Museum Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> The trains, it was said, were being bombed including the Red Cross trains carrying the wounded. Under the cover of darkness, Party members and their families were evacuated on ships. But the rest had no place to go.<\/p> Petrovitch\u2019s wife, who lived in the main apartment, came in one day and offered to sell me some coal for heating. Since I had no money, she said, \u201cThen move into our apartment and take care of our furniture.\u201d Without thinking twice, I agreed, and we took over their beautiful furnished flat. The coal, which I could not buy, was divided up among the neighbors.<\/p> In the cellar, where the coal was stored, we found some passports. Although damaged by water, the names and photographs were still legible. It appears that Petrovitch was an NKVD agent, otherwise, why these passports? Evidently, people were put in the cellar and their passports were thrown in the furnace. I still remember the photographs of the two young women. Why were they taken and for what reason?<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 16th section of the Museum Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> In 1932, our city was experiencing hunger and began to die. The villages still had bread, but were unaware that they too would soon suffer the fate of the city-dwellers.<\/p> The policy of taking the grain and bread from farmers began in the 1920s. When the State later realized that it couldn\u2019t do without the farmers, it introduced the New Economic Policy (NEP). With the arrival of the Stalinist era, however, the State began a policy of extreme and repressive measures with the purpose of organizing the collective farms. Sweeping every last grain from the bins of the peasants, the authorities then sent them away to Siberia and the Solovki Islands. Without considerations to the sick, the aged, or the children, and without even allowing time to say good-bye, the police would arrive and, at gunpoint, force these people into trucks\u2014ignoring the wailing, the crying, and the moans.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 6th section of the Museum Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> My husband soon began receiving wages and rations. I began teaching reading and writing to the village children. Pereprava did not have schools and even half of the adults were illiterate. Since I did this for free the students would sometimes bring me fresh fish or a pitcher of milk as payment so we were not completely destitute. At night while sitting by the stove and listening to the howl of the wind, we felt content and warm, hoping that no one would find out about us.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 6th section of the Museum Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> The marketplace had become almost empty of goods. A dirty piece of lard costs a ruble here. So does a medium-sized potato; and there is no cabbage. How can a Russian survive without borscht*?<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 17th section of the High School Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> One of the men in the prison was a German soldier, a deserter. He had been arrested because he went home to visit his sick wife and children without permission. He told us about the battle at Stalingrad and the German defeat on all of the Fronts, the armies destroyed and retreating. He said that half of Germany was already in American hands.<\/p> We listened in amazement, not believing our ears, but saying nothing. We did not want to miss a single word of his account. Throughout our entire four-year imprisonment we had not known what was happening on the military front. We stood for hours in the hallways with the other prisoners, talking, without being told to return to our cells.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″) (This passage is from the 12h section of the High School Exhibition)<\/b><\/p> The Germans tore Poland to pieces in a few days, descending on the country like an evil hurricane. The Poles ran toward the border for safety and were met there with bayonets. Twelve thousand of the Polish army\u2019s finest had to take refuge in Katyn forest.<\/p> Nor was Ukraine spared the fate of Poland. The German vultures swept down on the Ukrainian soil, crumbling and burning everything in their path and bringing death.<\/p> With the war came the flood of refugees. As soon as the first bomb was dropped on Poland, bread and all other products disappeared from the market. To receive a quarter of a pound of margarine, I stood in a line with seven thousand people, and behind me there were as least as many. We stood day and night and got nothing.<\/p><\/div> Glossy print (18″ x 24″)
$35.00<\/span><\/a>
Canvas print (40″ X 32″)
$700.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (26″ X 20″)
$460.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (32″ X 36″)
$512.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (24″ X 32″)
$560.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (28″ X 20″)
$480.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (26″ X 20″)
$460.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (32″ X 20″)
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Canvas print (31″ X 27″)
$575.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (26″ X 20″)
$460.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (22″ X 18″)
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Canvas print (32″ X 24″)
$560.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Canvas print (24″ X 20″)
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Canvas print (40″ X 24″)
$460.00<\/span><\/a><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>