Будни приемщика цветмета

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Такая вешь.

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Фанари.

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Навершия и каптилки.

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Ствол от ПТР

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Дрель медецинская.

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Флюгер.

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Красное дерево.

[prowler88]

QUOTE (кутх @ Dec 10 2014, 08:44 PM)

Клеймо на трофее.

Хорошо работать приемщиком в цветмете))

[кутх]

Чистая медь.

Изменено 11 декабря, 2014 пользователем кутх

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Подскажите как можно сделать фото слабой надписи на фляге, без ущерба для предмета?

[a_n_t-86]

Хоть кто-то дает вторую жизнь довольно таки интересным предметам.

 

 

 

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Принесли оклад, сдали как латунь. Серебрение слезло. Подскажите, что за сюжет и как называется данная икона.

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Клейма

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Ржа на каске сьела металл до дыр, но кура осталась.

Изменено 28 июня, 2015 пользователем кутх

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Краны, после читки вполне рабочие.

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Церковная тематика.

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Обновлю тему.

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Фляги.

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Котелки.

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Мясорубка.

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Настрел от Винчестера и гильзы все обезвреженное.

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Еще

Изменено 28 октября, 2015 пользователем кутх

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И на закуску детство босоногое.

[Валера М]

Впечатляет!

[crown]

http://birdinflight.com/ru/vdohnovenie/opyt/10-lyubimyh-fotografij-denisa-sinyakova.html

Смотрите четвёртое фото....

[кутх]

Не удивлен, еще лет десять назад это никому было не нужно.

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Ложки,  фото к сожалению с телефона..Две нижних серебро на клеймах начало и конец 19-го века.Вверхнее черпало или литая или вырезана из целого куска одно слово Урал

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Кружка,котелок ,ящики от МГ

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Шильды с двигателя и что не понятное.

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Скульптуры, много Лениных.

[Ферт]

Кружка,котелок ,ящики от МГ

 Любопытная надпись на котелке: "R.E. 1945.lll.2  SZEGO IN (?) PRISONER". (англ. -Сего в плену, в заключении, на зоне)

Очень походящие воспоминания д-ра Д. Сего из Австралии 3-го мая 2015г:

 http://www.theage.com.au/comment/i-have-found-words-that-i-couldnt-say-when-i-was-liberated-from-nazi-camp-20150428-1mvlk7.html

  В двух словах ... 2-го мая 1945г закончилось его пребывание в концлагере, пришли американцы и, судя по

всему, он общался на английском (!). Ему было 17 лет, венгр, возможно еврей, весил 34 кг. Спустя 70 лет

передаёт СПАСИБО амер. солдату, заехавшему в тот день в лагерь и сказавшему :"Вы свободны!"

Привожу ориг. текст (в сохранении ссылок надёжности нет):

 

I have found words that I couldn't say when I was liberated from Nazi camp.

George Szego, 3 may 2015

Freedom let me regain the humanity I had lost while a prisoner of the Germans and witness to the crematoria of Birkenau.

 "Seventy years ago yesterday – on May 2, 1945 – Bavaria woke up to a beautiful spring day. The pine forests sparkled in the sunshine, flowers exploded with colour. But it wasn't the scenery that moved me with extraordinary power: it was the silence. A profound silence which I had never experienced before or since. The streets were deserted; no cars, no people. And from every empty balcony hung a white flag.

The scene was hard for my tired and dulled mind to comprehend. All I knew was that this silence was significant. It soon became clear this silence was an ending: one chapter in history had closed. It was the end of Nazi Germany.

 

I was then 17 years old and an inmate in the concentration camp of Muhldorf-Mettenheim, a satellite camp of Dachau. Sitting at the door of my barrack, I weighed 34 kilograms, hardly able to walk, infested with lice and covered with only a dirty blanket. I could see the church spires of the nearby town of Mettenheim. I was recovering from typhus fever and that had also decreased my mental capacity and acuity.

 

The scene was hard for my tired and dulled mind to comprehend. All I knew was that this silence was significant. It soon became clear this silence was an ending: one chapter in history had closed. It was the end of Nazi Germany.

 

I was then 17 years old and an inmate in the concentration camp of Muhldorf-Mettenheim, a satellite camp of Dachau. Sitting at the door of my barrack, I weighed 34 kilograms, hardly able to walk, infested with lice and covered with only a dirty blanket. I could see the church spires of the nearby town of Mettenheim. I was recovering from typhus fever and that had also decreased my mental capacity and acuity.

 

After sitting about a half an hour in the sunshine a faint noise broke the silence. It was monotonous and slowly became louder and louder. Suddenly on the highway, which was only a few hundred metres outside the barbed wire perimeter of the camp, a tank appeared covered with the US flag. A soldier was looking out from the top of the tank, holding a little dog in his arms. He looked towards the camp waving and smiling, and it seemed to me that even the dog was smiling. Soon other tanks followed and from one of them a soldier shouted towards us: "Hitler is kaput!" I remained numb, uncomprehending, not being able to take in what was happening around me.

 

Behind me in the barracks were a few dozen people, most of them dead, uninterested or moribund and the rest of them lying dumbly on the floor. However, when the monotonous sound of the tanks became audible, those who were alive began to crawl towards the barrack door. They were moving like wounded animals. In front of the door they joined me and we began to wave back to the American soldiers.

 

Not long after the tanks had moved on further, a small military jeep drove towards the camp. A soldier, whose rounded face and warm brown eyes I still remember today, got out of the car. He asked if there were any Germans in the camp and after we replied no, he reached in and pulled out a huge pair of wire cutters and snipped the fence, saying, "You are free!"

 

Soon after another small car appeared and a bespectacled soldier walked towards the barracks. He was pale and silent. After getting out a small prayer book from his pocket, he began to recite Kaddish, the Jewish prayer for the dead. Somebody informed me that he was a military rabbi and I could see the Star of David on his uniform.

 

Soon after the rabbi got back into his car and drove away. I waved after him and touched my face and felt to my astonishment that water was running down my cheeks. My tears streamed down and flowed and flowed. This was the first time in a year that I cried. During the past year my emotions had shut down and without emotion one cannot cry. They had been destroyed by a more powerful instinct –hunger.

 

An hour later I found myself lying on a stretcher next to a smiling nurse. She bent over me and asked, "How old are you, little one?"

 

"Seventeen," I answered.

 

"Where are you from?"

 

"Hungary."

 

And in a soft voice, "What is your name?"

At first I could not answer. It was on the tip of my tongue to say,as I had done countless times during the past year, "My name is 83598." But then, my mouth forming a smile, I said in a confident voice: "My name is George Szego." This was the moment of my rebirth – in an ambulance taking me away from the camp.

 

Now I am 87 years old and only a few of my peer group of inmates are alive. I have cried many times and seen others cry. Despite my age these past experiences are now more vivid than ever. They flash into my mind, day after day and frequently interfere with my sleep. I think about that American soldier cutting through the wire and saying, "You are free." I didn't say a word. He seemed both happy and confused. I guess he was also in shock.

 

Often I think back on those words and ask myself – am I really free? Remembering the smoke and the smell from the chimneys of the crematoria of Birkenau, it is hard to be entirely sure. Certainly I am alive.

 

My dear soldier, now I am able to speak. And what I want to say is, "Thank you."

 

George Szego is a Melbourne psychiatrist and author.

 

 

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P.S. Этот Сего вернулся в Венгрию, в 1956г после известн. событий мог эмигрировать, а котелок пошёл

по рукам и оказался в Воронеже ... Почему бы и нет ??

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Спасибо за информацию, познавательно. А так в истории бывает всякое.