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Regimental son, come down to Berlin

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Amazing shot - the boy signs on the Reichstag building in Berlin! Everything is in this moment: our pride, strength, pain, and happiness.


Regimental son, come down to Berlin


The boy is the son of a regiment and the brave fighter Volodya Tarnovsky. When the war began, he was just eleven years old. He lived in the city of Slavyansk, Donetsk region. Volodya's father died before the Great Patriotic War, the mother married a second time for a good, kind person - they worked together at the plant. Stepfather went to the front in the first days of the war (later died). Mother, Maria Prokofievna, remained with two children - Volodya and two-year-old Tolenka. And in October, the Fascists began to rule in Slavyansk. Tarnovskys themselves burned their reserves so that they would not get to the enemy. And they ate only burnt grain stew.

The eldest son did not know, but he guessed his mother’s connection with the partisans. Sometimes I noticed how she sneaked something under the blouse, leaving the house. But he was silent. And once, being on the street, I saw a group of fascists, going straight to their house. Ahead a policeman flew ahead - Volodya knew him well, a traitor. I guessed, that is, the connection with the partisans, or betrayed the enemies of all Communists, and Maria Prokofievna was in the party. The boy wanted to get ahead of the invaders, to warn his mother, but he was late. And Maria Prokofievna, feeling the misfortune, managed to knock on her neighbor and shove her into the hands of the baby. I managed to kiss him goodbye ...

In the morning my mother was shot along with other production leaders. The boys became orphans. Life divided them: the elder could not feed the younger one and asked his stepfather's relatives for while taking care of Tolya. Those did not refuse, although the kid was a stranger by blood. The trouble begotten all good people.

Volodya himself began to live with his uncle's wife. He tried to help with the housework, messing with two young children and kept his boyish appetite at bay all the time, realizing that he was already very hungry to live. The boy traded in the neighboring villages for foodstuffs, mainly flour and corn, for things that were left of his mother. So it took more than a year. And then the boy went to the village of Shandrygolov - he wanted to barter for food. True, not only for this. Otherwise, why did he notice everything he saw so attentively in his long walking path? He asked the locals, for a long time he stood, as if just gazing at the houses occupied by the Nazis? For my “idle” curiosity, I almost didn’t get it - the policemen detained Volodka twice. The first time the bailed out soap — the boy asked them to give him products in return. The second time ran away.

In Shardygolovo (he got there almost simultaneously with our troops, but from different sides) Vovka appeared directly to the chairman of the village council. And he soon introduced the boy to captain Boris Davidovich Zakharov. Thus began a new page in the life of Volodi Tarnovsky, from now on - a fighter of the 1 division of the 370 artillery regiment. The young soldier immediately proved his wits - it was not for nothing that he noticed everything he saw, this was very useful for the artillerymen. True, the occasion came out with age - the boy attributed to himself a year, hoping for good luck. But Captain Zakharov, looking at the recruit, understood the catch and asked Volodya to give me my word of honor. It was here that the “thirteen-year-old” lowered his head ...

The service began, as it should, with difficulties and dangers. The division received an order to relocate and join the battle in the area where the gap was formed. In the evening we set off. The weather that night was not the helpers: semolina, and only that. Apparently, therefore, several vehicles with ammunition and fuel lagged behind the column. However, they discovered this only when they had already arrived at their destination. It was clear: someone had to go back and find the lost ones. But to whom? The drivers who walked in the column followed the lead. And I did not remember the leading road. Volodya called. And although the rest of the fighters were somewhat cautious about such an initiative, Zakharov did not doubt. He got into the car himself, sat the boy. And brought Volodya to ours! For this, Boris Davidovich gave him his "Walter". And from that moment the boy became a scout, which was a huge reward for him. After all, before he was appointed messenger, and Volodya thought it was humiliating for a man.

The fighter Tarnovsky made a special shape - the boy was short and frail. Invented and with shoes: found a craftsman who sewed boots from the raincoat.

It seemed that the boy was taking care of fate itself. So, once he was with four brother-soldiers in a dugout. Volodya urgently summoned to headquarters. And at this time the shelling began, a shell hit the dugout. Another time, they came under fire while moving to a new frontier. We jumped out of the cars, and seconds later in Volodin - a direct hit.

... In the village of Zolotaya Balka, battles were still going on, our soldiers did not completely clear her of the fascists. Captain Shchebalov (according to some sources - Shabanov) and Volodya went to this village for exploration. But as soon as they got there, the machine-gun fire rang out and the captain fell. Shot from the spot, the enemies themselves did not show up. The boy leaned over Shchebalov, he had already lost consciousness. I tried to raise - not enough power. Then Volodya rushed back to his own. Led help. So on the chest of the young soldier appeared the Order of Glory III degree. Here in the abbreviation is an extract from the award list, which describes this and other feats of Volodya: “February 23 1944 of the year when crossing the Dnieper River in battles for the Golden Balka of the Nikolaev region, the commander of the 3 division, Captain Shchebalov, was seriously injured. Under machine-gun fire, the enemy provided first aid and, together with the corporal Torshin, carried out the wounded man from the battlefield, thereby saving his life. During the ice drift on the Dnieper River, when the ferry and linear communications were not working, the boat was transported daily with food and food for radio stations. 17 in May 1944 of the year in the Sley region of the Moldavian SSR, the enemy began to cross the Dniester River. Tarnovsky Went into the area of ​​the crossing, found out the situation, as a result of which the crossing was stopped by the fire of the division. On the left bank of the Dniester, west of Varnitsa, he made his way to the neutral zone and found three enemy machine-gun points that interfered with our infantry. They were subsequently suppressed ... "

The following boy received his award for taking a German officer. They stumbled upon the enemy during reconnaissance (Tarnovsky and the foreman set off for the mission) - he chose a comfortable position and did not allow the gunfire to get close. Volodya volunteered to bypass the enemy. While the foreman shot back, he crawled imperceptibly. I found a place, got ready to shoot, and suddenly I saw that the fascist was a senior officer. "Hande hoh!" - Volodya shouted and jumped to the Nazis. He was confused, turned around and completely taken aback when he saw such a fighter. But the sergeant already ran to the rescue. So they took the prisoner to headquarters: Volodya was the first to go, and after him the foreman. Here, as in the famous jokes, everyone laughed ...

Fighting roads led the division through Ukraine, it liberated Stalin - and became known as Stalin. Liberated and Poland. Then the path lay in the nest of fascism - Berlin ...

Volodya never parted with the gift of Captain Zakharov - a pistol. Looking ahead, I will say that, by and large, the gun fired only a few times, and all in one day. But did not be on that fateful day of "Walter" - the son of the regiment would not live to see our Victory.

It happened in Berlin, when happiness was already so close and that is why the boy’s boyhood, which was already big, increased again and again. From the attic of one house he scribbled a machine gun, not allowing to get close. Volodya and several adult fighters went round to destroy the nazis. In the heat of the attack, the boy separated from his own and fell into the room. It was already getting dark, and in the gathering twilight Volodya could see two Germans. Gave an automatic fire, put the nearest. And ran out of ammo. The fascist has already disassembled that in front of him a “Kinder”, pounced on Vovka and began to choke. And then the boy from his last strength pulled out the "Walter". The gun, which was originally supposed to serve the Nazis, saved the life of a Russian boy.
... Vladimir Vladimirovich Tarnovsky lived a long life. He returned to his native Slavyansk, began to live in an orphanage. He sat at the desk again, at the age of fifteen he entered the fifth grade. And graduated from school with a gold medal! Received a higher education. He worked in Odessa, then in Riga at the ship repair plant.

See how many awards ...

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  1. Amurets
    Amurets 2 December 2016 15: 18
    +9
    Thanks! Happy completion of V. Kataev's Book "The Son of the Regiment". But this is by the way. How many of these boys were there with a similar fate?
    1. Alexander Greene
      Alexander Greene 2 December 2016 20: 11
      +7
      Unfortunately, fate turned out to be unfavorable to Vanya Solntsev, the "son of the regiment" from the book of V. Kataev. He died in the late 90s in Odessa in poverty, sick, lonely, unnecessary to anyone.
      1. Amurets
        Amurets 3 December 2016 01: 53
        +3
        Quote: Alexander Green
        Unfortunately, fate turned out to be unfavorable to Vanya Solntsev, the "son of the regiment" from the book of V. Kataev. He died in the late 90s in Odessa in poverty, sick, lonely, unnecessary to anyone.

        I am sorry and very sorry. I did not think that fate would treat a man so cruelly.
  2. vanavatny
    vanavatny 2 December 2016 15: 20
    +8
    Slavyansk, Odessa, Riga ...
  3. Vasily Krylov
    Vasily Krylov 2 December 2016 15: 43
    +10
    I personally knew Pyotr Ivanovich Mokhov. A wonderful person. Thanks a lot to all of them. Eternal memory to those who live, those who left us, eternal memory. Respectfully.
  4. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 2 December 2016 17: 01
    +7
    Thanks so much for the story, Sophia.
    Such Soviet people defeated fascism !!!!!!!
  5. Skeptic Self-Taught
    Skeptic Self-Taught 2 December 2016 17: 11
    +15
    Something was remembered.
    We once sat with a friend in the country. Bath, kebab, talk. Summer is beauty.
    And we went to talk about the heritage. Those. about what we leave to our children.
    I will not now give all the conclusions and calculations with which we came to an interesting conclusion.
    We will not leave ANYTHING to our children. We will leave everything to our grandchildren. And the task of children is not to "profuse" the inheritance of their grandchildren.
    Our grandfathers left the country that defeated fascism, the first to launch man into space, a country in which everyone from childhood dreamed of becoming a hero.
    And looking at such photographs, reading such notes, I just want to say: forgive us, grandfathers, we "successfully" "profiled" what you left us. We are trying to restore at least a little bit of its former greatness, honestly trying ...
  6. tundra
    tundra 2 December 2016 17: 42
    +8
    I always read such articles and shuddered internally, well, I was silent, apparently exceeded.
    Thank you Sophia, We are not victorious!
    And Maria Prokofievna, feeling the trouble, managed to knock on the neighbor and put her in the arms of the baby. I managed to kiss him goodbye ...
    In the morning, mother was shot along with other production leaders. The boys were left orphans.
    1. tundra
      tundra 2 December 2016 18: 26
      +8
      Our family stories are immediately remembered.
      Nizhny Tagil, Fox Mountain.
      My uncle, called on, Uch Tank Regiment,
      getting equipment, at home at UVZ, WHO KNOWS THAT will understand.
      Grandmother with potato pies, had their own houses, from the station and to UVZ, WHO KNOWS TO UNDERSTAND. I saw my son in the fall of the 44th.
      The second time she came and they say to her, yes yours have already gone to the front.
      As she told me, the guys were all so happy,
      And everything went missing, lead, 01 45, just now they found out
      where, when and ka is buried ..
      Why am I Sophia, CORRECT Your article, Needed, if only as in our school it would be taught.
      Well, the older I get, the more pessimistic
      They went to fight, Dad, Mom, Grandfathers and Grandmothers.
      put it in the hands of the baby. \\\\\
      My BABA MANA would have taken the baby without even thinking
      Well, it’s me now, and in 70 years, at the same time I scooped it up with a ladle, for fists.
      AND WHEN! Well, I wasn’t there, everyone got in line. !!!!!!!!!!!!
  7. parusnik
    parusnik 2 December 2016 18: 34
    +11
    He lived in the city of Slavyansk, Donetsk region.
    ..This boy from Slavyansk signed on the walls of the Reichstag .. Maybe another time boy from Slavyansk, Donetsk region, whose relatives were killed by ukronazists, will sign on the wall of the Verkhovna Rada of Ukraine .. Thank you.Sofya ..
  8. tundra
    tundra 2 December 2016 18: 37
    +5
    Quote: tundra
    Our family stories are immediately remembered.
    Nizhny Tagil, Fox Mountain.
    My uncle, called on, Uch Tank Regiment,
    getting equipment, at home at UVZ, WHO KNOWS THAT will understand.
    Grandmother with potato pies, had their own houses, from the station and to UVZ, WHO KNOWS TO UNDERSTAND. I saw my son in the fall of the 44th.
    The second time she came and they say to her, yes yours have already gone to the front.
    As she told me, the guys were all so happy,
    And everything went missing, lead, 01 45, just now they found out
    where, when and ka is buried ..
    Why am I Sophia, CORRECT Your article, Needed, if only as in our school it would be taught.
    Well, the older I get, the more pessimistic
    They went to fight, Dad, Mom, Grandfathers and Grandmothers.
    put it in the hands of the baby. \\\\\
    My BABA MANA would have taken the baby without even thinking
    Well, it’s me now, and in 70 years, at the same time I scooped it up with a ladle, for fists.
    AND WHEN! Well, I wasn’t there, everyone got in line. !!!!!!!!!!!!
  9. ZNGRU
    ZNGRU 2 December 2016 19: 10
    +11
    This is a Hero!
    And you look at the current "golden youth" and feel ashamed in front of my dead great-grandfathers ...
    1. Cat
      Cat 2 December 2016 22: 22
      +7
      Quote: ZNGRU
      This is a Hero!
      And you look at the current "golden youth" and feel ashamed in front of my dead great-grandfathers ...

      Zakhar, with all due respect to you, disagrees. Since 2000, on duty, he has been directly related to the organization of moral and psychological training and educational work in particular. He worked with both cadets and listeners and adult employees. Since 2005, I can personally note the positive dynamics of the morale of youth. I will especially note the degree of motivation! Guys and girls set tasks for themselves and solve them with confidence. The discord that was in the heads at the beginning of the "zero" is already passing. The youth of 2016 are, by and large, patriotic, pragmatic and self-sufficient. In working with subordinates, such ideas as "I am the boss", effectively another "personal example", "conviction", etc. have not worked for a long time.
      Yes, the family is not without a "freak", but this is an exception, not a rule.
      1. tundra
        tundra 3 December 2016 11: 40
        +4
        Quote: Kotischa
        In working with subordinates, such ideas as "I am the boss", effectively another "personal example", "conviction", etc. have not worked for a long time.

        !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE GOD GIVE GOD
        1. Reptiloid
          Reptiloid 3 December 2016 13: 56
          +3
          Yes, I do not care about the golden youth ---- this is foam, scum. They will leave and no one will remember. They all laugh at the stupid racer! But her relatives brought her to the capital, probably, to marry off like the nobles were taking out "" into the light ""! I wonder how long it will take her to pretend to be sick? Or maybe dead? Unfortunately, I can't remember the last name. Yesterday there was a message --- a preschooler, or maybe a first-grader, tried to put out a fire in a farmhouse. And when he saw that it was not working, he himself saved his brother and sister. One of them is 3 years old, and the other - It was on TV early yesterday morning. In addition, there have been cases of heroic behavior of children, adolescents, youth in this century.
  10. bionik
    bionik 2 December 2016 19: 56
    +9
    An amazing picture - the boy signs on the Reichstag building in Berlin! .... This boy is the son of the regiment and the brave fighter Volodya Tarnovsky. I found this photo.Soldiers of the 150th rifle Idritsko-Berlin, Kutuzov’s Order of the 2nd degree of the division on the steps of the Reichstag (among the men scouts M. Kantaria, M. Egorov and the division’s Komsomol captain M. Zholudev). In the foreground is the 14-year-old son of the regiment, Zhora Artemenkov. (Most likely, he also left his autograph.)
    1. Alexander Greene
      Alexander Greene 2 December 2016 20: 24
      +11
      Among the students of Moscow schools in Soviet times, there was a legend about the boy Zhora, whose pioneer tie was attached to the Reichstag dome. And here is the confirmation of this - an old photograph. On the steps of the Reichstag, a regiment reconnaissance platoon of the 150th Infantry Division is photographed, this is the platoon that hoisted the Victory Banner over the main Reichstag dome.

      Among the scouts are Egorov and Kantaria, and in the foreground is a boy, the son of the 756th regiment, Zhora Artemenkov. During the war, he was a real hero, not knowing fear, he fought with the enemy along with adults and was awarded the medal “For Courage”. After the war, he was sent from the army to the Nakhimov School. But he did not stay there long: his health failed. Then he studied at the FZO school. He learned to be a locksmith, worked at a factory.

      Then it was time to join the army again, and after leaving, he left with his comrades north. He worked there for several years, met with his future wife Galina. In the end, Georgy Alekseevich ended up in Gomel, his wife’s hometown. He got a job at the plant and worked there all his life as a foreman. He did not tell anyone about his combat experience, and they learned about his exploit only after he was spotted by the Moscow schoolchildren “Young Rangers”. After that, Georgy Alekseevich often came to schoolchildren and talked about the war
  11. EDDI 76
    EDDI 76 2 December 2016 22: 20
    +7
    HERO! such a person is worthy of respect
  12. burigaz2010
    burigaz2010 2 December 2016 22: 36
    +6
    Sophia article as always plus! My question is, have you ever published anywhere? I would love to get your book !!!
    1. Sofia
      3 December 2016 09: 51
      +3
      Thank you, Mikhail! Yes, it was published once, the book "For Ours to Win" is called, published in 2010. But I did not sell it, and almost the entire circulation was sent to children's libraries and schools.
      1. Reptiloid
        Reptiloid 3 December 2016 14: 04
        +4
        Good afternoon, dear Sophia! I’m worried that you haven’t read my last two letters yet? I’m always glad to hear your stories about heroism and good people. And I don’t always know how to write. Just respect, admiration for the deed, and gratitude.
  13. EvgNik
    EvgNik 3 December 2016 05: 44
    +7
    Unfortunately yesterday I disconnected early and did not see the article. Looking at the second photo, I immediately thought - it’s not a boy standing, but a confident man. Let a small, but already held Man.
    Thanks Sophia.
  14. tundra
    tundra 3 December 2016 14: 09
    +2
    For (cat)
    After urgency, a friend who served in the Navy
    TALKED know how the fleet differs from the army?
    They say in the Navy, do as I.
    Do you in the army, as I said.
    Well, it's rather a special case
    and he was just lucky.
  15. EvgNik
    EvgNik 3 December 2016 16: 08
    +2
    I found such poems, sorry, probably not everyone will read it.
    Sons of regiments

    The regimental trumpets "For battle"
    War thunder rolled over the country.
    The boys got up in action
    On the left flank, on the left flank,
    In a soldier system.

    Bigger were their overcoats,
    All over the shelf of boots can not be picked up.
    But still they knew how to fight
    Keep up, don't back down
    And to win.

    In war, victory is not given for nothing,
    The road to it is long and hard.
    But Vanya Solntsev went forward to the west
    Went to Berlin Fatherland son
    And the son of a regiment.

    Military boys pulled the connection
    They drove into battle on tank armor.
    Fell down in a minute of respite
    And at night, they rushed home
    In a short sleep.

    Where are you now, fighting boys?
    You listen in the spring sometimes.
    The heroes are called regimental pipes
    On the right flank, on the right flank
    In a soldier system.

    Volt Suslov

    http://blog.trud.ru/users/3189447/post222275308
    1. Alexander Greene
      Alexander Greene 3 December 2016 16: 56
      +6
      A wonderful poem. But now, how do we, the successors of their military affairs, thank these guys for their feat?
      Read below an article by Valentina Surnina in the newspaper "Odessa Bulletin" (May 8, 1998, No. 90-91) about Vanya SOLNTSEV - about which V. Kataev wrote in his book "Son of the Regiment" (in a somewhat abbreviated form).
      So a sequel that Kataev will not write.


      Memory. Son of the regiment
      Past the dilapidated wall of the Christian cemetery with lilac bushes swirling in lilac and white foam, along the tram lines I walk along a one-story street in the Near Mills in search of the desired address of Ivan Lipa (former Soviet), 27. Here is a house into which I open with inner excitement the gate. Here lives the legendary hero of the book "Son of the Regiment" of Odessa writer Valentin Kataev.
      ... I knock on the window for a long time, covered with a faded rag, fall into a pothole at the door, covered with a fragile plaque. Finally, the latch clicks and a small man with protruding gray curls and a poorly trimmed beard appears in the doorway.
      - I'm looking for Ivan Solntsev, the former son of an artillery regiment ...
      “This is me,” the master says, “go into the room.”
      Through the hallway, laden with old primitive furniture, we go into the room. A low ceiling with hanging shreds of antediluvian wallpaper presses on the head. On the cement floor - electric stove with black soot. The spring net of the wide bed is only half covered with a mattress without a sheet. On the windowsill there is a plate with two pickles and a sprig of lilac in a half-liter jar ... The windows face the kitchen, so sunlight does not visit the hero’s home.
      It was difficult to talk. After a concussion and 12 wounds, Ivan Platonovich hardly hears at all. In a hearing aid issued once by a battery, batteries have long failed, it does not work ...
      I reminded Ivan Platonovich of the book how his soldiers found it.
      - Yes, everything was just as he confirms, scouts Egorov and Bidenko found me in the Belarusian forest ...
      What happened before?
      Three years had passed Vania before he got to the Moscow orphanage, his mother died in 1933, his father, an army officer, did not return from the Finnish war. But in 1941 the war began, and Vanya escaped from the orphanage with a friend. For several years I wandered through forests and roads, asking for a piece of bread from the villagers, eating what I had to.
      When I got to the scouts, the fate of Vanya Solntsev changed. He tried to work out his bread with interest: passing horses, which were carrying artillery guns, went to reconnaissance ...
      He is a bad storyteller, confused thoughts returning to those memorable days.
      - and suddenly my horses smelled the smell of their German horses. I saw a bridge disguised
      The battery commander, Captain Enakiev, who lost his wife and son in the first days of the war, decided to adopt the little boy, filed a report to the division commander for paperwork ...
      .The rotten eyes of the regiment's gray-haired son lit up a clear blue when he told the story of that hot battle near Koenigsberg. He brought heavy, greased artillery shells, was the backup of the sixth number on the battery. He remembers the gentle hands of his named father, captain Enakiev, who pressed him to his chest. And so it was. The commander sent him with a report to the headquarters, and when the boy returned to the battery, almost nothing remained of it.
      Captain Enakiev sat on the gun carriage, dangling his head and arms low, and blood was dripping from there.
      A note was found in the victim’s pocket, where he asked to take care of the fate of the named son of Vanya Solntsev: to make him a good soldier and a worthy officer.
      - Bidenko took me to Moscow, to the Suvorov School, and he returned to his intelligence unit.
      Valentin Kataev ends the story "The Son of the Regiment" with the early sleep of a Suvorov soldier, in which the old man Suvorov in jackboots with spurs took Vanya by the hand and led him up the stairs, saying: "Go boldly!"
      But life turned to the twice-orphaned Vanya with a prosaic side: on the eighth day, he fled from the school and caught up to his own battery, which had taken Koenigsberg, on emergency rooms. Next were Budapest, Prague, Berlin. In the 45th, near Prague, was wounded in the head and shell shock. Since then, hearing loss has been bad.
      But for the scout-artillery corporal Solntsev, the war did not end near Berlin. He volunteered for the Far East, where he took part in the defeat of Japan in the 216th Guards Regiment. Demobilized in 1951. ... I spent a long time in the hospital, underwent treatment, then moved to Moscow. To get a closet in the commune, a recent war hero went to work as a janitor. Then he learned to be a combine mechanic and, at the call of the Motherland, left for Pavlodar to raise virgin lands. He left eight years of his life in a virgin state farm, there is a medal "For the development of virgin lands."
      The legendary front-line soldier had no luck with women: neither the accountant Svetlana from Tiraspol, nor the Odessa citizen Klava from Moldavanka appreciated his kindness, childish naivety, and glorious past. As a result of divorces and apartment scams, the hero almost remained on the street. Here, in this apartment, "he has been living for the fifth year, there is no gas or heating, the TV does not work, he bought radiators on his pension, and there is not enough money to buy pipes and AGV.
      The social assistance service, military registration and enlistment office, and the regional council of war veterans have little interest in the fate of a lonely sick person. We need medication: often a headache, heart pain, tormenting a bronchial cough ...
      Previously, when there were pioneer organizations, the son of the regiment was invited to schools, he was an honorary pioneer of secondary school No. 45 in Lenposelka in Odessa, secondary school No. 49 in Kursk. And now ... Children do not read books about the war, do not honor heroes. They are interested in skirmishes and space wars.
      In 1993, he was invited to Moscow to meet the sons of the regiments, organized by the council of the house of war veterans and the Russian Armed Forces. There he received a certificate and a badge "Son of a regiment" as a symbol of distant front-line childhood and personal participation in the Great Patriotic War.
      “And now Moscow is abroad, and Ukraine, I see, is not needed,” says Ivan Platonovich with bitterness and some kind of childish resentment.
      ... On the day of the 53rd Great Victory, Ivan Platonovich Solntsev will put on a worn-out jacket with a heavy "iconostasis" of orders and medals, leave his wretched dwelling and wander alone on the central street of the city, where no one is waiting for him.
      He will not be invited to school by cheerful children with a request to tell about their heroic adult childhood. He will not be congratulated by fellow soldiers with whom he walked to Berlin. Everyone has been lying in the ground for a long time. Here are just the words of a greeting card received by mail, stuck in a shell-shocked brain with an empty rattle: "Zdobuta you will be able to help us look at manhood, vitality to vitality and heroism at all hours.
      And in the evening, maybe he will pour one hundred grams of "bitter", drink it in half with tears and remember ...
      Ah, it's better not to remember! Why did he go under the bullets, strained himself and risk? Really the only award - these orders and medals with inscriptions dear to the heart: "For the defense of Stalingrad", "For the capture of Warsaw, Budapest, Konigsberg, Berlin", "For victory over Germany", "For victory over Japan", the Order of Patriotic War I and II degree, Order of the Red Star ...
      So my heart aches and tears of helplessness and frustration cover my eyes, prevent me from making out the road along the old cemetery wall. Rushing past, overtaking, "Volvo" - "Mercedes" with well-fed prosperous fellow countrymen from another life. I looked around: he was standing at the gate and a fresh wind ruffled the gray curls on his head. There was a dumb question in her naive blue eyes.
      ... What needs to be done for you, Motherland, so that you notice your son and thank him adequately for the feat? .. Son, who defended you with his chest half a century ago. Or maybe there was no war? ...
      1. EvgNik
        EvgNik 3 December 2016 17: 21
        +4
        Thank you, Alexander, I’ll write to Amurts now, I’ll read it tomorrow morning.
        1. Reptiloid
          Reptiloid 3 December 2016 18: 25
          +4
          I’ll join Evgeny, Alexander. I regret the hardships and sufferings that the Ukrainian authorities brought to the Participants and Veterans of the Great Patriotic War. We have everything right. But this is St. Petersburg. And how far from the center? Sometimes there are disturbing messages.
  16. SEER
    SEER 4 December 2016 19: 47
    +2
    Thank you, Sophia, for telling us about this iron boy from the glorious city of Slaviansk!
  17. SEER
    SEER 4 December 2016 20: 00
    +1
    Quote: Skeptic Self-taught
    Something was remembered ...
    And looking at such photographs, reading such notes, I just want to say: forgive us, grandfathers, we "successfully" "profiled" what you left us. We are trying to restore at least a little bit of its former greatness, honestly trying ...
    in the late 80s, we were so fucked up ... are our brains "glasnost" and "democracy" that ...
    moreover, it’s a hassle ... whether it was precisely those who previously zealously zealous of the opposite.
    at one moment (naturally not in one) the top of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union rolled over its head. and now, the surviving "shape-shifters" with blessings. although back in the 90s it was necessary to throw them out of their state dachas, overpower them in apartments at the then rate and recalculate the pension like that of an ordinary pensioner. Well, about not admitting to the national mat. property of course.

    PySy: I remember in the early 90's the Communist Party was banned.
    So I personally talked with the instructor of the regional committee who had been sitting in the same office for at least a year, but in a new status - a businessman.
    for the night "reforged".
  18. Pravodel
    Pravodel 25 October 2017 08: 27
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    How great are you, Motherland, that you give birth to such heroes. What other people can boast of such heroes ?!
    Honor and glory to all who defended their homeland.
    Let all those who fell for their Motherland rest in peace and may the rest be their rest, and return to the earth in the affairs of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

    "People-State-Fatherland" - this is the slogan of every Russian patriot. A close-knit people, a strong state, a prosperous country for centuries.