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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nPtaki wy\u015bpiewuj\u0105 swe trele, w trawach porastaj\u0105cych groby t\u0119tni \u017cycie mikrokosmosu owad\u00f3w, procesy utleniania zamieniaj\u0105 metalowe krzy\u017ce w brunatny proszek. Mech porasta wszystko trudno odczyta\u0107 napisy na kamiennych nagrobkach, ale wiemy z tabliczki nagrobnej, \u017ce spoczywa tam serce za\u0142o\u017cyciela cmentarza Maksymiliana Siwi\u0144skiego. Zmar\u0142 m\u0142odo. Nie wiadomo kim by\u0142. Pewnie pracowa\u0142 w pobliskiej hucie szk\u0142a w Antoninku. Tu spoczywa Zofia g\u0142osi napis, a tu Piotr \u015bpi na wieczno\u015b\u0107. W roku 1948 w\u0142adze planowa\u0142y zamkn\u0105\u0107 cmentarz w zwi\u0105zku z powstaniem ogromnej nekropolii na pobliskim Mi\u0142ostowie. Ostatnie poch\u00f3wki pochodz\u0105 z 1950\/51 roku. Wd\u0142ug ksi\u0119gi zmar\u0142ych z parafii \u015bw. Ducha w Antoniku na cmentarzu pochowano 95 os\u00f3b, w tym ofiary bitwy o Pozna\u0144 1945. Jest on tak\u017ce miejscem wiecznego spoczynku repatriant\u00f3w z Kres\u00f3w Wschodnich i Westfalii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n W li\u015bciach i chwastach szumi\u0105 wspomnienia o nich. Czasami kto\u015b zapali znicz, po\u0142o\u017cy sztuczny kwiat, starszy pan pochyli si\u0119 nad grobem matki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n D\u0142ugonoga pi\u0119kno\u015b\u0107 w czerwonych butach stoi nieopodal przy g\u0142\u00f3wnej drodze kiwaj\u0105c do kierowc\u00f3w i nawet nie wiecie p\u0119dz\u0105c autem, \u017ce tu niedaleko w zaro\u015blach spoczywa Zofia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Turnouts, viaducts, roads, railway tracks in the direction of Warsaw, next to the huge VW factories are in full swing. The ropes of cars are racing in all directions, the train whistles, and not far from here on the edge of the forest, at this time hidden in the bushes, lies the former parish cemetery in Antoninek. Established in 1938, and the first burials a year later. The war stopped the burying in this cemetery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Birds sing their trills, in the grasses growing on the graves, the life of a microcosm of insects is teeming, the oxidation processes turn metal crosses into brown powder. Moss grows on everything, it is difficult to read the inscriptions on the stone tombstones, but we know from the tombstone that the heart of the founder of the cemetery, Maksymilian Siwi\u0144ski, rests there. He died young. It is unknown who he was. He must have worked in a nearby glassworks in Antoninek. Here lies Zofia, the inscription reads, and here Piotr sleeps for eternity. In 1948, the authorities planned to close the cemetery due to the creation of a huge necropolis in nearby Mi\u0142ostowo. The last burials come from 1950\/51. According to the book of the dead from the parish of St. Ducha in Antonik, 95 people were buried at the cemetery, including victims of the Battle of Pozna\u0144 in 1945. It is also the eternal resting place of repatriates from the Eastern Borderlands and Westphalia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Memories of them ripple through the leaves and weeds. Sometimes someone lights a candle, puts an artificial flower, an old man bends over his mother’s grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The long-legged beauty in red shoes is standing nearby the main road, nodding to the drivers, and you don’t even know when you rush the car that Zofia is lying in the bushes nearby.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rozjazdy, wiadukty, drogi, tory kolejowe w kierunku Warszawy, tu\u017c obok wielkie zak\u0142ady VW pracuj\u0105 pe\u0142n\u0105 par\u0105. Sznury samochod\u00f3w mkn\u0105 we wszystkich kierunkach, gwi\u017cd\u017ce poci\u0105g, a niedaleko st\u0105d na skraju lasu, o tej porze schowany w zaro\u015blach le\u017cy dawny cmentarz parafii w Antoninku . Za\u0142o\u017cony 1938 roku, a pierwsze poch\u00f3wki rok p\u00f3\u017aniej. 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