—How did you end up a prisoner?
It happened in the summer of '42, near the Donets River. Our regiment was encircled, but it fought to the death. An all-around defense with no shells, no cartridges. The order from High Command was to not retreat, but everyone wanted to survive so badly! Those who retreated encountered the barrier troops, or they were sent to Stalingrad to fight. Those who fought to the death were either killed or captured. War is a tragedy, calamity, and catastrophe for all. But for a Jewish soldier, the most frightening thing on earth was to be captured by the Germans. I was not able to evade this fate. Your humble servant, a Belorussian Jew, endured five German-Nazi concentration camps. And not only the German camps, but also two Soviet camps. In a mine near Tula I atoned for having been in a German-Nazi camp. I managed to escape from there, came back to Minsk, to the university, which had held on to my documents and gave them back to me, and then I was demobilized.
—How did you manage to stay alive [as a POW]?
To stay alive? First, I looked like a Belorussian, my mother was a Belorussian.
—You did not look like a Jew.
Exactly. Two of my close friends, they knew. They said to me, "Don’t worry, we won't betray you. But don't you go and reveal yourself either." This was because at the very first inspection, we were lined up and an order was issued: "Jews and commissars—step forward." No one did. He walked through the rows of people and found this little Jew. He teased him, but the latter remained with us. Later, when we were transferred from one camp to the next, they were plucked out, the Jews that is, and were kept elsewhere. They were abused separately. And then they disappeared altogether. They were shot somewhere on the way. That's that.
So how did I survive? The most important thing for me was to get through the medical exam. But I had to get through that only in the last camp, in Germany. We were there for a long time, in the city of Hagen.
—Which city?
Hagen, near the border with France, in Westphalia. We spent a long time in the camp, and before being sent off to work, everyone was taken to the banya. All of our linens were taken for disinfection. It was a good banya; there were lots of people. When we came out of the banya there was a table next to the door manned by a huge Russian-speaking man. He would ask everyone who exited the banya: "Where are you from?" And he looked at each person, from top to bottom. I [of course] understood what he was looking for. I exited only when there was already a big crowd of naked people, and only a few remained in line [to be examined]. I had to go, so I went. Immediately he asked "Where are you from?" At that moment I ran and hid in the crowd of naked people. He went after me, but I crouched down, like a rabbit under a bush. There were still people in line, so he went back [to his post]. He came to look for me later. I don't know if he was Russian or Ukrainian, but he didn't recognize me again. So I survived. There was one other time, right before liberation. Us young people, the youngest were all taken to a medical exam. They wanted to send us to work in a mine. So [we had to go through] another medical examination. Before coming before the medical examiner I felt like a dead man walking. Rumor had it that one of the doctors was German, and the other was Polish. A young Pole, you see. He looked me over from top to bottom, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "Good for you that you stayed alive."
—The Pole said that?
This young Pole.
—And he let you go?
He let me through. And he declared that the number 84481 is not suited for [work] in the mine. I had a hernia, you see. It's [difficult] to recall this tragic episode.
—[From the audience:] Did you have a tattoo?
No, we didn't have tattoos. We wore metal badges on our arms. No one asked for your last name, just your number—84481.
—How did you escape the camp?
I did not escape the camp, I stayed there until the end.
—And then . . . What happened in the end?
I will tell you in a moment. Right before the end of the war everyone was lined up, given half a loaf of bread, and they marched us, but we didn't know where we were going. We walked for a long time, with shooting going on all around us. Our guards switched a few times. There was an older commandant, and then we were free. There were no guards. We returned back to the ash heap of the camp where we had been living and carried on living; we didn't know what we were supposed to do.
—Where was this?
All of this was in Hagen, Westphalia, Western Germany. While I was at this camp for two years, we were bombed day and night, with nowhere to hide. We were being bombed intermittently by the British and the Americans. The Germans hid in good bomb shelters, but the rest of the camp would just sit it out. The camp had been bombed through and through multiple times. And then we heard that the Americans had come. It [turned out to be] the British, not the Americans. They came into the city and walked all the way through. That is how we ended up free. No one liberated us. The British appeared, and all of the prisoners came out, but neither could communicate with each other. But they explained to us that we were now free and were free to do whatever we wanted. Some of the men began occupying living quarters and apartments [in the city]. A few days later, the Americans arrived. It turned out that some doctor could speak English and he was able to communicate with the Americans. He was assigned as commandant, and he ordered the Russian POWs to gather at the edge of the city that was unharmed and take over the apartments in that area. The Germans were all kicked out, and we took over their apartments. The Americans fed us. We stayed there for an entire month. All of the men gained so much weight, they were unrecognizable. Those packages [they gave us] kept us well fed.
Then, a Soviet officer arrived in a truck, and began speaking from atop a car. He explained the international situation to us and told us that the officers would be taken back to the motherland first, as the motherland needed people. The rest would go on foot. So I claimed to be an officer—I said I was a political deputy. Cars arrived, driven by black drivers; we got in the cars and were driven away. We passed through Bautzen, where Thalmann2 died [Ernst Thalmann was imprisoned Bautzen but was later transferred to and shot in Buchenwald —Ed.]. It was a checkpoint, so we stayed there for a few days. Afterwards we were put on a train and taken towards the motherland, which took a long time. Finally we reached Nevel [Nyevyel'], which is on the border of Russia and Belarus. We were greeted with a wind ensemble. All of a sudden we found ourselves behind barbed wire. It was a SMERSH camp where we were all screened. You hear? They screened us, filled out documents about who we were and where we were from. People wrote to their loved ones, wives could come visit their husbands. That is when I received a letter from the kolkhoz saying that my entire family had been killed. For a long time I kept that letter in my breast pocket, but so that it would not burn my heart, I decided to burn it. Everyone was screened, then everyone received their documents. But since I was living under a different name, you see, no documents came for me. That is when I decided to confess that I was not Pyotr Vasilievich Shvedov, but Lev Gennadievich Manevich. I asked [an official], "Which name should I live with?" He replied that I should live by my own name, "You are now Manevich." I, along with about twenty or thirty people, was sent to the mine to work. I felt like the time I spent as a POW was hell, only to realize that I was going even deeper here. I worked for a week and then I ran away with a few other people. It took us a long time to get to Minsk. In Gomel, I was arrested and detained. I explained everything, just like I have explained everything to you just now. A guard had me sign a paper that said that I would leave Gomel and the entire Gomel Oblast within twenty-four hours. So he let me go. I don't really remember . . . I continued on to Minsk . . . and when I arrived in Minsk, I received my documents which were still there. I returned to the SMERSH camp and then was officially demobilized. I thought that I would return home as a hero, because I survived, you see. But they sent me straight to the mine.