"His [Rubinovich's] lofty qualities of a courageous officer were manifested in him not only in combat. A third episode revealed Rubinovich as a noble, sensitive, and responsive man. Furthermore, a Jewish soul lived in him.
In December 1944, our regiment was billeted in the small Polish town of Krosno. On one occasion, an agitated youth, a Jewish lad who had survived by chance, came up to me. He asked me to help him get to the house where his two sisters were living. A Polish farmer had hid them in his house for a long time. The problem was that the house was located close to the front, on our side, and the area was under constant fire.
I turned to the regiment commander Samuil Rubinovich [the author of the memoir calls Rubinovich Samuil (Samuel), rather than Semion; we don't know whether this was, in fact, Rubinovich's first name] and related to him this story. He listened to me attentively and had an id'Where is the lad? Send him to me.'
'He is here. I'll call him.'
A thin, frightened youth, about 18 years old, entered the room.
'What's your name? Where are you from?' – Rubinovich asked.
He spoke with the lad warmly, asked him paternally about his family, about the fate of his sisters.
'Well, don't worry, we will help you, today in fact,' Rubinovich calmed him.
He called his adjutant and gave him his assignment.
'Give him some food, sergeant-major' – he ordered – 'and don't forget some for his sisters also.'
At night, accompanied by the adjutant, the youth proceeded to the front, to the house where his sisters were residing. The joy of their meeting was indescribable."