The German officers in the Oel cafeteria never suspected the teenage girl serving their soup. August 2nd, 1943, Bellarus. A 15year-old named Zeneda Portnova stood in the kitchen of a Nazi officer’s mess hall, stirring a massive pot of soup that would be served to over 100 Veamax soldiers within the hour.

 Her hands were steady. Her face showed nothing. She had been working in this kitchen for 3 months, just another local girl doing menial labor for the occupation forces. The Germans had no idea that this quiet teenager was a member of the Soviet partisan resistance. They had no idea she had been carrying out reconnaissance missions, distributing anti-Nazi leaflets, and sabotaging German equipment for over a year.

 and they definitely had no idea that she had just dumped an entire bottle of rat poison into their lunch. Within 2 hours, over 100 German officers would be violently ill. 17 would die screaming. The rest would suffer organ damage that would plague them for the rest of their lives. And when the Germans figured out it was the soup when they dragged Zeneda into the kitchen and demanded she prove her innocence, she did something that still seems impossible 80 years later.

 She ate the poison soup right in front of them, a full bowl to prove she was innocent. And somehow she survived. The girl who poisoned 100 Nazis ate her own poison to escape suspicion, walked out of that kitchen, and continued her resistance work for another 9 months before they finally caught her.

 When they did catch her, the torture she endured was so brutal that even hardened SS interrogators reported feeling sick. But she never broke. She never gave them a single name. She died at 16 years old and the Soviets postumously made her a hero of the Soviet Union. The youngest woman ever to receive that honor. This is the story of Zeneda Portnova.

 And if you think you know where this is going, you don’t. Because what this teenage girl did, the poisonings, the sabotage, the missions behind enemy lines, and the unimaginable torture she endured makes most trained soldiers look like amateurs. If you want to see how a 15year-old girl became one of the deadliest Partisan fighters in World War II, hit that like button right now.

 This story is going to shock you. Subscribe if you haven’t already because we are bringing you forgotten heroes like Zeneda every single week. Back to Oel 1943. The girl from Lennengrad. Zeneda Portnova was never supposed to be a warrior. She was supposed to be a student in Lennengrad, studying literature and maybe becoming a teacher.

Born on February 20th, 1926 in Leningrad, now St. Petersburg, Zeneda grew up in a workingclass Soviet family. Her father worked in a factory. Her mother was a seamstress. They lived in a communal apartment with three other families, sharing one kitchen and one bathroom. Typical Soviet urban life in the 1930s. Zeneda was a bright student.

She loved reading, particularly Russian poetry and history. Her teachers noted that she had exceptional memory and could recite long passages after reading them once. She was also stubborn. When she decided something was right, she would argue her position fearlessly, even against authority figures. Her mother worried this trait would get her in trouble someday.

 It would, but not in the way her mother imagined. In June 1941, Zeneda was 14 years old and on summer vacation. Her grandmother lived in the small Bellarusian town of Oel about 400 m southwest of Lenningrad. Zeneda and her younger sister went to spend the summer there like they did every year. It was supposed to be 3 months of freedom swimming in the lake, reading in the countryside, eating her grandmother’s cooking.

 Then on June 22nd, 1941, Nazi Germany invaded the Soviet Union. Operation Barbarasa, the largest military invasion in history, smashed across the Soviet border with over 3 million German troops. The Blitzkrieg was devastatingly effective. Cities fell within days. The Soviet military collapsed in panic. By the time Zeneda’s parents in Leningrad realized what was happening and tried to call their daughters home, it was too late.

The Germans occupied Bellarus in July 1941. Zeneda and her sister were trapped. The roads back to Leningrad were cut off. German forces surrounded the city and began the siege that would kill over 1 million people through starvation and bombardment. Zeneda’s parents were trapped inside Leningrad.

 Zeneda and her sister were trapped in Oel. They would not see their parents again for 3 years. At 14 years old, Zeneda Portnova became a refugee in her own country. Living under Nazi occupation in a small Bellarusian town that had become a German military logistics hub. The occupation was brutal from day one. The Germans immediately began implementing their plan for the eastern territories.

Enslave the Slavic population, murder all Jews, exploit all resources. Zeneda watched as German soldiers shot Jewish families in the town square. She watched as they burned villages suspected of harboring partisans. She watched as they rounded up young women and girls for work assignments that everyone knew meant forced labor camps or worse.

 She was 14, angry and completely powerless. Then she met someone who would change everything. The younger Yreinia Zenova was a school teacher in Oel before the occupation. After the Germans arrived, she became something else, the local coordinator for the Comol Underground Resistance Network. The Comsl was the Communist Youth League, essentially the youth wing of the Soviet Communist Party.

 When Germany invaded, Comsol members across occupied territories began forming resistance cells using their existing organizational structure to fight the Nazis. In Obel, Zancova recruited young people who were too young to flee to the Red Army, but old enough to fight in other ways.

 She called herself the young guard, teenagers between 14 and 17, who would conduct intelligence gathering, sabotage, leaflet distribution, and anything else that could hurt the German war effort. Zenova noticed Zeneda immediately. The girl from Leningrad stood out. She was literate, articulate, clearly intelligent, and burning with rage at the occupation.

 Zancover approached her in September 1941, 3 months after the invasion. Do you want to just survive this war or do you want to fight it? Let Zeneda didn’t hesitate. I want to fight. She joined the young guard at 14 years old. Her first missions were simple. distributing leaflets that encouraged Soviet citizens not to cooperate with the Germans, posting anti-Nazi messages on walls at night, gathering information about German troop movements and equipment.

But Zeneda wanted to do more than spread propaganda. She wanted to kill Germans. And Zancova had an idea. The Germans needed local labor for all kinds of work, cleaning, cooking, maintenance, clerical tasks. They preferred using local teenagers because children were perceived as harmless, less likely to be partisan sympathizers.

 It was an opportunity. Zancova proposed that Zeneda get a job working for the Germans. She would be a spy gathering intelligence from inside German installations. Zeneda agreed immediately. In December 1941, she applied for a job at the German officer’s cafeteria in Oel. She was hired on the spot. The Germans saw a 15-year-old local girl, quiet and obedient, perfect for kitchen work.

 They had no idea what they had just invited into their midst. The kitchen spy. Drop a comment right now if you’re still watching. Where are you from? Have you ever heard of Zeneda Portnova? Your engagement keeps these forgotten heroes alive. Let us know you’re here. Working in the German officer’s cafeteria gave Zeneda access to incredible intelligence.

 She overheard conversations about troop movements, supply deliveries, planned operations against partisan groups. She saw documents left on tables. She learned which officers were in charge of what operations. She memorized everything. That exceptional memory her teachers had noticed was now a weapon. [clears throat] Every week she would pass information to Zenova, who would relay it to Soviet Partisan units operating in the forests around Oel.

 The intelligence Zeneda provided helped partisans ambush German convoys, avoid German raids, and target high-value German installations. But intelligence gathering wasn’t enough for Zeneda. She had been in the kitchen for 3 months. She knew the routines, the schedules, the security procedures. And she knew that the officers who ate in that cafeteria every day were the same officers who ordered the execution of civilians who ran the forced labor programs who coordinated antipartisan operations. She approached Zancova with

a plan. Poison the food. Zancova was hesitant. Poisoning was risky. If discovered, it would bring massive retaliation against the local population. The Germans would execute dozens of civilians in response. But Zeneda argued that German officers were high-V value targets. Killing a dozen or more officers in one attack would be a devastating blow to German command structure in the region.

 Zancova agreed to bring the proposal to the partisan command. They approved it. They provided Zeneda with a supply of rat poison, arcenic based compounds commonly used for pest control but deadly to humans in sufficient quantities. On August 2nd, 1943, Zeneda Portnova committed her first mass poisoning. She was 15 years old. The poisoning.

 The morning of August 2nd started like any other day at the cafeteria. Zeneda arrived early as she always did. She helped prepare breakfast. She cleaned tables. She smiled. and nodded at German soldiers who spoke to her in broken Russian. She was the perfect employee, diligent, quiet, never causing problems. The lunch preparation began at 10:00 a.m.

 The head cook, a German civilian woman, supervised the kitchen staff as they prepared soup for the officer’s midday meal. The soup was a standard Veamact recipe, potato and barley with chunks of pork. It would feed over 100 officers who worked in the administrative buildings around Obel. Zeneda waited for her moment.

 The head cook stepped out of the kitchen to speak with a supply officer. The other kitchen workers were focused on their tasks. Zeneda was stirring the massive soup pot, a job she did every day. She pulled the bottle of rat poison from inside her dress. She had carried it taped to her body for 3 days, waiting for the right opportunity.

This was it. She uncapped the bottle and poured the entire contents into the soup. She stirred vigorously, distributing the poison evenly throughout the pot. The poison dissolved completely, leaving no visible trace. The head cook returned. She tasted the soup for seasoning. “Needs more salt,” she said, and added a handful.

 She tasted it again. “Good, start serving.” The German officers began arriving at noon. They sat at long tables, laughing and talking, completely at ease. Zeneda and the other servers brought out bowls of soup, bread, and water. Officers ate heartily. Some asked for seconds. Zeneda served them with a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. By 1:00 p.m.

, the first officers began feeling ill. Stomach pain, nausea, sweating. Some rushed to the bathroom. Others doubled over at their tables. Within 30 minutes, the cafeteria was in chaos. Officers were vomiting, some collapsed. Someone called for medics. Military doctors arrived and quickly realized this wasn’t food poisoning.

 This was chemical poisoning. Over 100 officers were affected. 17 died within the first 24 hours, their organs destroyed by the arsenic. Dozens more were hospitalized with severe poisoning. The rest recovered but suffered permanent liver and kidney damage. It was the single most devastating attack on German command staff in Bellarus up to that point.

 The Germans immediately locked down the cafeteria. No one was allowed to leave. They interrogated every worker. They demanded to know who had access to the food. They tested everything, the water, the ingredients, the utensils. They found the poison in the soup pot. Then they brought Zeneda into the kitchen. An SS officer stood in front of her, looking down at the 15year-old girl with cold eyes.

 You served this soup. Did you put poison in it? Let No, sir. I only served it. I didn’t prepare it. You’re lying. You’re a Partisan spy. No, sir. I’m just a kitchen worker. The officer called for the head cook. He ordered her to ladlel out a fresh bowl of soup from the pot. The same pot that had poisoned over 100 men.

 He placed the bowl in front of Zeneda. If you’re innocent, eat it. Prove you didn’t poison it. If you’re watching this and thinking, “No way this is real.” Hit that like button and drop a comment. This story gets even more insane. Keep watching. Eating the poison. Zeneda looked at the bowl of soup. She knew it was poisoned. She knew that eating it could kill her.

 She also knew that refusing to eat it was an admission of guilt, which would result in immediate torture and execution. She picked up the spoon. She took a bite of the soup, then another, then another. She ate the entire bowl while the SS officer and the head cook watched. She put down the spoon and looked at the officer. I eat this soup everyday.

There’s nothing wrong with it. Maybe the poison was in the pork or the potatoes before they came to the kitchen. I don’t know. I just serve food. The officer stared at her. A 15-year-old girl had just eaten a full bowl of poison soup and was showing no immediate ill effects. It didn’t make sense. If she had poisoned the soup, why would she eat it? No one was that dedicated to cover story. The Germans were confused.

 They held Zeneda for several hours, watching to see if she would show symptoms. She felt the poison beginning to work. stomach pain, nausea, dizziness, but she controlled her expression, showed nothing, acted normal. After 6 hours, the Germans released her. They were still suspicious, but they had no proof. They needed someone to run the kitchen, and workers were hard to replace.

 Zeneda went home to her grandmother’s house. She immediately drank large amounts of milk, ate raw eggs, and induced vomiting, folk remedies for poisoning that might or might not work. She spent the next 3 days violently ill. Her body fighting the poison she had deliberately consumed. Her grandmother didn’t know what was wrong.

 Zeneda couldn’t tell her she survived. How the dose she consumed was smaller than what the officers ate. One bowl versus multiple servings. She had also immediately begun detoxification measures. And perhaps she was just lucky. But she survived. The Germans never suspected her. The investigation continued for weeks, but they never found definitive proof of who had poisoned the soup.

 They arrested several kitchen workers and executed them. Zeneda was not among them. She continued working at the cafeteria for two more months, passing intelligence to the partisans, planning her next move. But her next mission would take her far beyond the kitchen. The partisan. By late 1943, the Soviet partisan movement in Bellarus had grown into a massive guerilla army.

 Thousands of fighters operated from bases deep in the forests, conducting raids on German supply lines, destroying infrastructure and gathering intelligence. The partisans controlled large areas of rural Bellarus, creating partisan zones where German forces could only enter in large numbers. Zeneda wanted to join them.

 She was tired of being a kitchen spy. She wanted to fight directly. In October 1943, Zancova arranged for Zeneda to be smuggled out of Oel to join a Partisan brigade operating in the forests northwest of the town. The Partisan brigade was commanded by Nikolai Nicotin, a Red Army captain who had escaped German encirclement in 1941 and built a guerilla unit from scratch.

His brigade included former soldiers, escaped PS, Jewish refugees, and local volunteers. When Zeneda arrived at the Partisan camp, Nicotin was skeptical. She was 16 years old, barely 5t tall, and looked even younger. What can you do? Let I can gather intelligence. I can kill Germans. I poisoned over 100 officers in Obel.

 Nicotin had heard about the obel poisoning. Everyone had. It was a legendary attack. He looked at this tiny teenage girl and realized she was the one who had done it. You’re the poisoner. You’re a child. I’m 16 and I’m not afraid. Nicotin assigned her to reconnaissance missions. Zeneda proved to be exceptional at infiltration.

 She could move through German occupied territory without arousing suspicion because she looked like a harmless teenager. She would walk into villages occupied by Germans pretending to be a refugee or a local girl running errands, gather information about German positions and strength, and return to report.

 Her intelligence was consistently accurate and detailed. She had photographic memory, and could describe German positions down to the number of machine gun imp placements, the models of vehicles, the insignia of units. Nicotin began using her for high-risk reconnaissance missions that required getting close to German positions. But Zeneda wanted more.

 She asked Nicotin to train her in weapons and combat. She learned to use rifles, pistols, grenades, and explosives. She went on combat raids with the partisan fighters, participating in ambushes of German convoys and attacks on German outposts. In January 1944, Zeneda volunteered for her most dangerous mission yet, infiltrating the town of Oel to assassinate a Gustapo officer.

The Gustapo officer. The target was Obam Fuura Ralaus Richter, a Gustapo officer who had recently arrived in Oel to coordinate antipartisan operations. RTOR was effective and brutal. Under his command, German forces had captured and executed dozens of partisan suspects and sympathizers.

 He had implemented a policy of collective punishment. For every German killed by Partisans, 10 local civilians would be executed. The Partisans wanted him dead, and Zeneda volunteered to do it. The plan was simple but risky. Zeneda would return to Oel, where she had previously worked and was known.

 She would approach RTOR using her cover as a local girl, get close to him, and shoot him with a pistol hidden in her clothes. Then she would flee to a pre-arranged partisan pickup point outside town. Nicotin was reluctant to approve the mission. Assassination missions in occupied towns rarely succeeded. The shooter usually got caught or killed, but Zeneda insisted.

She knew Obel. She knew the German routines. She could do this. The mission was approved. On January 15th, 1944, Zeneda walked into Obel carrying a TT33 pistol hidden in her coat. She found Rtor at the German headquarters building reviewing documents. She approached him pretending to be a local girl with information about Partisan movements.

RTO looked at her with suspicion, but also interest. He spoke to her in broken Russian, asking what she knew. Zeneda got within 3 ft of him. She reached into her coat. She pulled out the pistol. Richtor saw it a second too late. Zeneda fired three times. All three shots hit Richter in the chest. He collapsed.

Zeneda turned and ran, but this time the Germans were ready. They had increased security after the poisoning incident. Guards at the headquarters heard the shots and responded immediately. Zeneda made it two blocks before German soldiers cornered her in an alley. She fired at them, wounding one soldier. They returned fire.

 A bullet grazed her head. She collapsed. The Germans captured Zeneda Portnova on January 15th, 1944. She was 16 years old. And what happened next would prove that she was tougher than any trained soldier the Germans had ever interrogated. Share this video right now if this story is hitting you. Hit that like button. Subscribe. Comment below.

 This woman’s courage needs to be remembered. Let us know you’re watching the torture. The Germans took Zeneda to the Gustapo headquarters in Vepsk, a larger city about 50 mi from Oel. They knew who she was now. The poisoner from the cafeteria, the Partisan reconnaissance agent, the assassin who had just killed a Gustapo officer.

 They wanted everything. the names of partisan commanders, the locations of partisan camps, the identities of everyone in the underground resistance network. They tortured her for 3 weeks. The methods they used were documented in postwar Soviet investigations based on testimony from other prisoners who witnessed her torture.

 They beat her with rubber tunchons until her body was covered in bruises and broken bones. They broke her fingers one by one with pliers. They burned her with cigarettes and hot irons. They pulled out her fingernails. They subjected her to water torture, forcing water down her throat until she nearly drowned, then reviving her and doing it again.

 Between torture sessions, they interrogated her for hours. Who are your commanders? Where are the parties bases? Who helped you poison the soup? Who helped you assassinate Rita? Give us names and we’ll stop. Zeneda gave them nothing. She didn’t speak during interrogations except to insult her interrogators. When they demanded names, she told them to go to hell.

 When they showed her photographs of captured partisans and asked her to identify them, she spat at the photographs. The Germans were baffled. They had tortured hardened Red Army soldiers who broke within days. They had tortured experienced intelligence agents who eventually gave up at least some information. But this 16-year-old girl, this tiny teenager with broken fingers and burned scars covering her body, refused to give them anything.

 One Gustapo interrogator wrote in his report, “The prisoner shows no fear and no willingness to cooperate. Physical torture has proven ineffective, recommend psychological methods, or immediate execution.” They tried psychological torture. They told her that her sister had been captured and would be tortured unless Zeneda cooperated. Zeneda knew this was a lie.

Her sister had escaped to the Partisans months earlier. She told them so. They told her that the Partisan brigade had been destroyed. That her commanders were dead. That her sacrifice was meaningless. Deneda laughed at them. They offered her deals. Cooperate and you’ll be sent to a labor camp instead of executed.

Cooperate and your family will be spared. Cooperate and we’ll treat your wounds. Zeneda refused everything. After 3 weeks, the Germans realized they would get nothing from her. On January 13th, 1944, they decided to execute her. But before the execution, one guard made a fatal mistake, the final escape attempt.

The night before her scheduled execution, a young German guard was assigned to watch Zeneda in her cell. He was relatively new, not as experienced as the hardened Gustapo veterans. He had a pistol on his belt. Standard issue for guards. Zeneda, despite 3 weeks of torture, despite broken fingers and burn wounds, despite being barely able to walk, saw an opportunity.

 She had one last chance. She engaged the guard in conversation, speaking in broken German she had picked up during her time working for the occupation forces. She asked him for water. He opened the cell to bring her a cup. As he handed it to her, Zeneda grabbed his wrist with both hands, her broken fingers screaming in pain, and pulled him off balance.

 With her other hand, she grabbed the pistol from his holster. The guard tried to stop her. Zeneda shot him in the stomach. He collapsed. She shot him again to make sure he was dead. Then she ran. She made it out of the building. She was in downtown Vepsk, deep in German controlled territory, 50 mi from the nearest Partisan controlled area.

She was barefoot, wearing only a prison dress, covered in wounds, unable to run fast because of her injuries, but she ran anyway. German soldiers pursued her through the streets. She fired at them with the stolen pistol until the ammunition ran out. They cornered her near the Deina River. She considered jumping into the frozen river, but knew she wouldn’t survive the cold water in her condition.

 She threw the empty pistol at the Germans. She screamed at them, calling them cowards and fascists. They shot her. Multiple bullets hit her body. She collapsed on the riverbank. Zeneda Portnova died on January 13th, 1944. She was 16 years old. She had killed over 100 German officers with poison, assassinated a Gustapo commander, conducted dozens of reconnaissance missions, endured three weeks of torture without giving up a single name, and attempted one final escape. Even when escape was impossible.

The Germans threw her body in a mass grave. They didn’t record her name. They wanted to erase her from history. They failed the recognition. When the Red Army liberated Bellarus in 1944, Soviet intelligence officers interviewed surviving Partisans and resistance members. They collected testimonies about partisan operations, successful missions, casualties.

 The name Zeneda Portnova kept appearing in reports. The poisoning at Oel, the intelligence she gathered, the assassination of Rita, the torture she endured without breaking. Partisan commanders testified that Zeneda had been one of their most effective agents. Survivors from her resistance cell testified that she had saved lives by refusing to give up names under torture.

 The Soviet government investigated her story. They verified the details. On February 1st, 1958, 14 years after her death, Zeneda Portnova was postumously awarded the title hero of the Soviet Union, the highest honor in the USSR. She was the youngest woman ever to receive the title. But the award came too late for her family to know about it in a meaningful way.

 Her parents had died during the siege of Leningrad, the siege that Zeneda had tried to reach them through and failed. Her sister survived the war but struggled with trauma for the rest of her life. Her grandmother, who had hidden her resistance work without knowing the full extent of it, died in 1946.

 For decades, Zeneda’s story was known only in the Soviet Union. Western historians largely ignored Soviet partisan operations focusing on the major military campaigns. Zeneda Portnova was forgotten outside of Russia. That’s changing now. In recent years, historians have begun documenting the stories of Soviet partisans, particularly the women who fought in resistance movements.

 Zeneda’s story has been rediscovered. Schools in Russia and Bellarus are named after her. Memorials have been erected in Oel and Viteps. Her face appears on postage stamps, but the world still doesn’t know her name. She poisoned more Nazis than almost any other single partisan. She endured torture that would break trained soldiers.

 She died at 16 fighting until her last breath. And you probably never heard of her until right now. The legacy. Comment below if you’re still here. Are you shocked by this story? Where are you watching from? Share this with someone who needs to hear about Zeneda Portnova. Your shares keep forgotten heroes alive. Zeneda Porto Nova’s story raises uncomfortable questions about child soldiers, about the cost of resistance, about what we’re willing to sacrifice to fight evil.

 She was 15 when she committed mass murder. She was 16 when she died under torture. Those facts should disturb us. But we also have to grapple with the context. Nazi Germany was conducting genocide across Eastern Europe. Belarus lost a quarter of its entire population during the war. Over two million people murdered, starved, or worked to death.

Villages were burned with their inhabitants locked inside. Jewish communities were wiped out entirely. This wasn’t conventional warfare. This was extermination. In that context, Zeneda made a choice. She chose to fight. She chose to poison German officers who were implementing genocide. She chose to gather intelligence that helped partisan units ambush German forces.

 She chose to assassinate a Gustapo officer who was executing civilians. Were her choices moral? Were they justified? Those are questions each viewer has to answer for themselves. But what’s undeniable is her courage. She faced things that would break most adults, and she never broke. She protected her comrades even when torture made death seem preferable to continued suffering.

 She attempted escape even when escape was impossible because surrender was not in her nature. Today there are monuments to Zeneda in Obel and Vitepsk. Every year on February 20th, her birthday, ceremonies are held to honor her memory. Former Soviet partisans who knew her have given testimonies about her courage. Historians have documented her story in detail, but outside of Russia and Bellarus, she remains largely unknown.

The [clears throat] Western world knows about Anne Frank, the Jewish girl who hid from the Nazis and died in a concentration camp. The world knows about Sophie Skull, the German student who distributed anti-Nazi leaflets and was executed. These are important stories that deserve to be remembered. But Zeneda Portnova fought back.

 She didn’t hide, didn’t distribute leaflets, she killed. Over 100 enemy soldiers poisoned, a Gustapa officer assassinated, dozens of intelligence missions completed. And she did it all before she turned 17. Her story is difficult. It doesn’t fit neatly into narratives about childhood innocence or the tragedy of young lives cut short.

Zeneda wasn’t an innocent victim. She was a warrior who chose her battles and fought them until she couldn’t fight anymore. That makes her story uncomfortable. It also makes it essential. The final word before we close. I need three things from you. First, hit that like button right now if this story moved you.

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 Zeneda Porto Nova was 15 when she poisoned 100 Nazis. She was 16 when she died fighting her captives. She endured torture that would break trained soldiers. She protected her comrades by refusing to speak. She chose to fight rather than survive. Her choices were brutal. Her methods were lethal.

 Her courage was absolute and the world forgot her name until now because you watched this video because you engaged with it because you’re sharing it. Zeneda Portnova’s story is reaching people who never knew it existed. That matters. She matters. and you by watching, by sharing, by caring about forgotten history, you matter, too. Thank you for being here.

 Thank you for remembering. We’ll see you in the next video with another incredible story that deserves to be told. Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and comment. You’re not just watching history, you’re saving it from being forgotten forever. Zeneda Portnova, 1926 1944. She was only 16, but she fought like a warrior and died like a hero.