A well-groomed mass grave, a small fence, wreaths and flowers... You can come up and pay homage, the inscriptions are all readable, the borders are tinted. There is no garbage...
I found the grave of my maternal uncle, searched for 2 years. Kartashov Nikolai Matveyevich, died HERE in 1944 at the age of 18. He himself was from the Orel province, but I came from Vladivostok, and that's how fate scattered us.... A low bow to the Belarusian brothers, who have preserved the memory of a loved one whom I have never seen... Eternal memory to all those, young and not so young, who forever lay down in this land, in that harsh year...