Ben Georgi and Tatiana. He was born in Tashkent, Uzbekistan, in the former Soviet Union, on December 1, 1976. As a child, Constantine was forced to cope with frequent hospitalizations due to medical complications and illnesses he suffered from. He was named “Bird Boy” because of his fair skin color. Constantine developed quickly and became a tall boy, but he often fell ill, and from grade one to eighth grade he studied and lived in a boarding school for children with spinal cord problems. , And the lessons went on while they were lying in special beds.Constantine was a pleasant, decent and kind man who never hurt anyone. He was very fond of his friends, boys and girls, and he began to correspond with his contemporaries from Czechoslovakia and acquired additional friends, graduating from a vocational high school in the automotive mechanics department and working in construction for a period of eighteen years. 1994, Constantin immigrated to Israel with his mother and was absorbed in the city of Beit Shemesh and Konstantin, where he studied Hebrew at the ulpan, where he worked at an Amcor factory and studied modeling at the Garbo Institute in Tel Aviv. Konstantin sought to serve as a combat soldier but his request was rejected because of the low medical profile he had set for him, and he did not give up, and after a stubborn struggle he was summoned before another medical committee, He was trained as a combat soldier in the Golani Brigade in the summer of 1997. Although he was not physically strong, he struggled to prove that he was capable of coping with the difficulties and displayed strong motivation and fighting spirit, and his commanders described him as a model soldier for those around him And testified that he had performed his duty by revealing self-discipline Despite his efforts, his health deteriorated, and on January 9, 1998, he lost consciousness and was hospitalized at Hadassah Ein Kerem Hospital in Jerusalem, where doctors diagnosed Constantine with leukemia and began a series of intensive and intensive treatments. On Monday, January 27, 1998, after two and a half weeks of hospitalization, Konstantin fell during his service at the age of twenty-two and was brought to eternal rest in the military cemetery Mount Herzl in Jerusalem, leaving behind a mother. After his death he was promoted to corporal. In his letter of consolation to the bereaved family, the commander of his unit wrote: “Constantin immigrated to Israel in order to be a fighter and to contribute to the state, and despite his difficulties, he was an exemplary soldier who believed in the rightness of the road and loved to help and establish a unique relationship with his friends. Golani lost an elite soldier. ” Ten years after Constantine’s death, his mother, Tatyana, writes to him: “My dear son Kostia, Ten years ago, the light of your life was extinguished and I remember every second of your short life.you asked me if I could give birth to you again if you died. You are always in my memory and I am with you everywhere.Costia, in the hospital, you told me how good you are with me and I managed to tell you how much I love you, and those words warm my heart and comfort me, you were not alone in your death, I was with you all the way. I remember every note in your face, every wrinkle, every glance, every smile, I want so much to touch you, to stroke the hair TheEmbrace, embrace you, but only in my dream can I really feel you. You have not spoken to me in ten years. For ten years I have not heard your voice. I’m talking for both of us. I forgot your voice. During those ten years many things have happened in my life, but the pain remains the same pain. Kostya, son, the difficulties have not broken me, your memory holds me and strengthens me. The old friends stayed with me and I also have new friends who help and strengthen each other, and I can not think of my life today without them. In five days you’ll be thirty-two, but you’ll always stay twenty-two-you’ll always be young, tall and beautiful, and your smile will always accompany me. I thank you for making me a mother. I love you.”
