Pesa Aronowna (Paulina) Włodawer's teacher's ID

An Ukrainian professional ID – teacher’s card of Pesa nee Aronowna, married name: Włodawer (Paulina Włodawer); No. 501335. In Russian and Ukrainian. Six cards (covers included), a photo on the inside of the front cover. Next to it as well as on the adjacent page, containing analogous, translated personal data, round, red seals. Tabular view of the months of 1940 on the following pages, with seals and two stamps for the first months.Translation of the captions on the cover of the ID card:Proletarians of all countries, unite | Representatives of all parties [unread] | The Union of Happy Socialist Republics | The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics | The Trade Union of Employees of Primary and Secondary Schools of the Ukrainian SSRAn entry from the diary of Paulina Włodaw, describing the realities of the USSR, recorded in the occupied town of Lutsk (MPOLIN-A4.1.1, note of 14 October 1980):,,I was a science teacher in Lutsk (botany, zoology, etc.) at a Polish high school named after Kościuszko. I would be lying if I said that I was a good teacher. I had no experience in this field; we were drastically running out of teaching aids and books. Supposedly previously it was a very good school, but not many of the teachers stayed, and the ones that did disregarded the new school, and they did not endeavor much. But somehow I managed to cope with my students, with the exception of one class, the seventh a, in which I did not do well from the beginning, I am not sure why. Clearly, I made a mistake at the beginning, which I could not undo later. There was a boy in this class (a Jew, unfortunately), whom his peers antagonized believing that he spies and snitches. They were probably absolutely right, he reported back on both the students as well as the teachers. Spying was strongly supported, mainly by the Headmaster, who was a Russian that had been sent there from somewhere. His main job was to make sure everything was in order ideologically; I doubt he knew anything else. [...] One day I was called to the director and before I could even utter a word, I was flooded with reproaches which I didn't understand at first (my Russian was very, very weak at the time). Finally what was going on became clear to me. One of the ways of developing independent activity of children was through editing a board bulletin. As a form teacher of the fifth grade a, I had persuaded the children to write various articles and indeed, we managed to edit the bulletin. I had very good connection with my children and there were many talented ones among them. Some of them wrote well, others drew well, they liked the activity and as a result the bulletin was published and we were all very pleased with it. It took me a long time to understand that the Headmaster's rage was related to this unfortunate bulletin, mostly it was directed towards one article (although neither the others were approved). It was a scene called, if I'm not mistaken, Morning in my Town, or something similar. The 12-year-old author, instead of admiring the achievements of socialism, described a gray, winter morning, shops boarded up, long ques of tired people waiting for hours for bread or fuel, the appearance of these people, wrapped in whatever they had around – that is to say, the kind of description where the reality was not rosy. And I was being reprimanded for this article. How do I bring up these children, what a troublemaker I am, consciously poisoning innocent minds, etc., etc. [...] The bulletin was taken off the board, educational talks were conducted with the children (they were already mature enough to understand this game), and I had definitely become an doubtful element that needed to be tracked and dispose of at the right moment. Did this unfortunate bulletin in the end save both of our lives [i.e. contributed to the exile of the Włodawers to Asino - ed.], I do not know, but I cannot rule out this possibility.