Glosnock, Oleg

The youngest son of Irena and Alexander. He was born on 3 May 1985 in the city of Rzesica in the former Soviet Union, and was a smiling, funny, playful and energetic child, one who can not sit still and takes everything easily and happily. A little ball, two kilos, “his aunt Galina,” Blanca, “recalled memories from birth and childhood.” We stood by the windows in the maternity ward and asked Irena to show you through the window. She showed us such a small package. Then you grew up before our eyes and made us happy. We were with you in the city of Tambov when our Chernobyl bomb fell on our town and we all went to Tambov. Where we celebrated your first birthday and there you started walking. We looked at your growth. When you went to kindergarten you would always come back with scratches and blows but you never cried and you did not grow up, you always said you hit him. “His mother, Irene, said that she feared he was not eating enough because he was always very thin. The family immigrated to Israel on June 23, 1992. “You arrived in the morning,” recalled Ortal, his cousin, “and we went out to meet you. Oleg was seven years old and went to first grade at the Katznelson elementary school in Nahariya, where his parents bought an apartment in Trumpeldor, near his aunt and his family, in June 1993. In the Trumpeldor neighborhood, Oleg knew everything His friends: Dudu who was his first Israeli friend, Itai and Idan who had attended elementary school with him, Hanan who joined the group, and Gal, who was close to Oleg in the last period of his life, and many other friends. “Oleg … You knew how to make me happy, to reassure me, to pamper me, to make me laugh,” he wrote Had his close friend Hanan, “You could never hurt me. When we went for a walk or a sea or anywhere, you would wait for me for hours to get out of the house. You could not go without me. In the days of elementary school, I could not go to school without reading to you … There’s almost nothing in my life that I did not pass with you. Even in music – you were always interested and you came with me to the recording studio, you were really a part of me … You were the source of life, energy, joy. You were our sun. Always shining and shining and happy … I would go home after a whole day we would have fun and enjoy. I could not stay home. After five minutes I would come back to you, even if I could not eat at home, I would bring all kinds of food from my house and we would prepare with you and enjoy the food together. “Oleg was a friend of his friends, spoke to their parents, inquired about their welfare and made them laugh. Oleg loved animals, and at home he grew a cat, and in his spare time loved to spend time with his friends, to fool with them, to dance in clubs, to play soccer, to spend time on the beach, He was a boy who liked to help, to encourage and to encourage, and as a child he wrote letters of praise and thanks to a good neighbor who spoiled and fed the children in the neighborhood. “We would sit on the sofa on the side and listen to the shiur … When the house filled up, we moved to classes in the synagogue,” he said, “How we cleaned, we all arranged the synagogue together. How much self-sacrifice we had. I remember how you would bring the blue wiper and vacuum cleaner from your home and you would clean, help and run without end … We decided that we”We received shelter keys from the municipality.” He and his friends, a group of boys aged between 17 and 18, made tremendous efforts to establish a first Kollel in the Trumpeldor neighborhood. “I remember that we first entered The total, “he told me,” is a kind of enthusiasm, a kind of energy. We all cleaned, scrubbed, painted the place. Slowly we brought libraries, books, pictures … We really started from nothing, but our joy and enthusiasm sent us everything. Oleg, I remember how you ran all the way, how you would go from house to house and ask books from people without being ashamed, and you were all full of enthusiasm and real joy. Almost every time you entered the kollel you would bring a book with you, parcels and wafers … so that we would have refreshments in the class, and most importantly, how you brought joy of life to the place … We succeeded in setting up a place that was used to study Torah every day … Oleg, It is difficult for you to observe mitzvot because of the environment in which I live, I know within myself and you know that you did a great deal, and most importantly, everything you did was joy and enthusiasm. I remember that on the holiday of Succot, you insisted on having a sukkah and building a sukkah for us. You brought sheets from the house, went looking for planks and rewarded us with a sukkah and a holiday that we will never forget. You even made your draft in the kollel. “Galina, Oleg’s aunt, said that he used to enter her home on his way home from school and from the army,” and with you came noise, laughter, joy … “All of his acquaintances emphasize the love of life, “Stephanie (Carmit), a relative, always said goodbye to him.” You always entered the house with a smile, and as soon as you entered the house, you would become one big celebration of laughter, shouting, Love, tears. In short, when you were around everyone was happy. In every situation you knew how to help, understand, love, laugh, reach out to others, give good advice … You all greet them, even strangers, everyone loved you, loved and will continue to love, because a soul like yours never forgets. I remember that every time you visited you were bouncy and hyperactive. Sometimes it bothered and sometimes did not move. I can not forget your laughter when you went into the house and joked with me about every subject. You’ve always been open and you’ve told me everything you’re going through. “” … never insulted, and mostly not opposed to anything, “his Aunt Galina wrote about him,” Blanca. ” We accompanied you to the army and we waited for you every vacation you returned from the army and then you would come back with a big heavy bag. You hurt your back but you did not get mad at it, you knew that’s what the army demands and that’s what you have to do … you would bring us mail. And on that critical day you came straight from the army to us. You brought us mail, you came in with these words: ‘The mailman arrived.’ We all laughed, talked to you a little, and went home. Now I sit and wait for each moment to come in and say: ‘Blanka Shalom.’ But … I’ll never hear: ‘Galina Blanca’ and no one will massage me and screw me in the back … “Oleg graduated from the Yitzhak Rabin High School Amal Nahariya and enlisted in the IDF in October 11, 2004 at the age of nineteen and served as a cook at the Engineering Command of the Northern Command. “When you arrived at the camp base in Safed, you acclimated quickly in the department, and from the very beginning the impression that made the commanders rely on you … a model soldier, who is entangled, accepts responsibility and authority …” Major Michal Kurland, Oleg’s commander and a logistics officer in the unit, added that “Oleg was an exemplary soldier, full of joie de vivre and everyone loved him … a good friend who loved helping others and volunteering.He was loved by his friends and commanders, and very highly professional. He fit in very well in a short period of time, and was supposed to take up the position of shift supervisor in the kitchen. “But then a fatal car accident occurred and devoured the thread of his life, only six months after he joined the IDF. On the eve of Hol Hamoed Pesach, Oleg and his friends planned to go to the party and on the way changed their plans. They went to Acre. On their way back to Nahariya, their vehicle collided with a minibus. Oleg was mortally wounded, the doctors struggled for his life, but he died of his wounds in the operating room. Private Oleg Gloshnok fell during his service on April 26, 2005, when he was twenty years old. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Nahariya. Survived by his parents and brother. Four other people were injured in the accident – two soldiers and two civilians. A month and a half earlier, three Oleg members of the same school class had been killed in a traffic accident nearby. In the album of memories, songs and pictures that the family published in his memory, his mother wrote: “With such a pain, my dear, I have never dealt with it, I have emptied, everything around me has lost its meaning … How can I go on I can not imagine how it could be that in one second, Without your smile, without your laughter, without the joy you brought into our house, everything has lost its value and meaning, your blue eyes have always glowed with a spark of joy, and your hyperactivity has always made us feel that life Beautiful, that everything is alive and blooming, you go into the house and everything around you glows from your smile, our sun Your jokes, your words, your jokes, everything reminds us of the Arabs who entered the house like a ghost and filled the void with joy of life, I will never forget how when I was in the kitchen you had to touch me, hug me, kiss me, And if I said, ‘Oy Oleg hurts me,’ you would laugh and say, ‘My doll I love you’ and at that moment I would melt … When your child says such words to you, you feel the happiest person in the world. You felt my love for you, you were always the little boy to me. You’ve always felt my concern for you … Only in the last two years did you start to eat well, grow up and become masculine. I am grateful for the fact that God sent you to me, that I bore you, raised you, that you have been in the hands of all these twenty years. This is a great happiness. You have allowed me to understand much of this life … our spiritual connection will never be cut off … “His father also wrote painfully:” Our brain can not understand the magnitude of the tragedy that took your youth, your innocence, and took away all the illusions and joy I was waiting for “This calamity has closed down our home forever.” Col. Eitan Dahan began to command the unit a week before Shaul was killed, Col. Dahan said: “Even though I did not get to know you, I managed to learn How much your friends loved you, how loved and loved you were, how much your commanders valued you, as a reliable soldier. ” “To Oleg, my little angel!” Aunt Ortal wrote, “I never had a brother, and you were my little brother, we would do everything together, we would sleep together, eat from the same plate, and suddenly there was no more common dish. And you would say to me: ‘Here Ortal begins with the questions!’ You loved to photograph us, who would now photograph us if not you? Who would make us laugh with his broad smile? ” In the album, his many friends shared his memories and feelings of sadness and longing for Oleg. Itai, his friend, wrote: “I will not forgetThe last time you were in the kollel … That day you arrived at the kolel with several packs of wafers, laid them down and sat down. All the lesson you were quiet and absorbed as if you felt this was your last time at the kollel. I looked you in the eye. Your look was very serious, a look that examined every corner of the kollel … I know that inside you were observant and observant, and even though you had a hard time trying to do as much as possible. You have always believed and done many good deeds and deeds. “On the anniversary of his passing, a” Torah-filled day “is held, with the participation of his friends, in the kollel that he helped establish and which was named after him.Oleg’s memorial pages were posted to the” Ad Olam “website: http: //oleg-glosenok.ad- olam.co.il