To remember. Military stories of two grandfathers

To remember. Military stories of two grandfathers

Why did I decide to write this article? In November of this year, several articles appeared on the pages of VO about history asah "from that side." One of the readers was indignant and wrote that for him personally there are two heroes: two of his grandfathers. Someone considered this statement not relevant to the article, someone plusanul ... And I thought. Indeed, why not write about your own? Not that the laurels of the "Immortal Regiment" do not give rest ... No. It was just that both of my grandfathers had a difficult life, full of anxieties and trials, which filled the years of the formation of Soviet power.


Grandfather on the Russian side was called Peter Ivanovich. Born in 1913. A native of the Yaroslavl region, from a peasant family. When the time came, he was drafted into the army. But the service ended in almost twenty years!

It turned out that he served as an ordinary soldier: not a single extraordinary outfit! The command noted this and offered to go to sergeant courses. Formally - left in the army by order. And then off we go. He served as a sergeant - the new military training camps, and the newly-made foreman.

In 1938, he was on vacation at home and celebrated a wedding. Everything is like people have. Instead of a honeymoon, a direction to a new duty station. On North. With four triangles on the buttonholes, the grandfather took part in the Finnish Winter War. True, not for long - the “cuckoo” seriously wounded him in the head when he had to take command of the unit on himself. It was this wound that made itself felt more than others by the end of life.


After recovery, I went with my comrades to watch the pillboxes of the Mannerheim line, and then - a new training course at the training camp and the rank of junior lieutenant. Direction to Western Belarus.

I met the morning of June 22 in field camps. From his memories:

- Woke up from tears. What, where - nothing is clear. Everything is mixed up. Half-naked people, horses rushing around, fires ... When the raid was over, the senior officer ordered an urgent march to advance to the nearby city, which housed the headquarters. The horses partially ran away, partially were killed. The soldiers carried machine guns on themselves, the officers and the wounded got the only surviving transport - a fire truck. Already when they were walking, they came under an air raid - one "Junkers" separated from the group of German bombers and hit the "fire" with the first bomb. Only those who managed to get off survived ...


Then there was a long retreat. The starting point was Stalingrad. From there, my grandfather walked only to the West! Kubari were added, and later stars on uniform. Rewards and injuries were added (three more to the one received in Finnish), but anger was added from the sight of what the invaders did in the occupied territories.

When he was liberating a small town in Ukraine, he could not imagine that it was here that his youngest, unborn daughter would find her fate - her husband, my father. The same, not yet born, son of another war veteran. Such are the vital family intricacies ...

A lot of what happened to see the young officer in that war. Pavlov’s house in Stalingrad and captured Paulus, destroyed Kiev and Auschwitz concentration camp ...

Peter Ivanovich met the victory at the approaches to Prague. Initially, the unit was sent to Berlin, but the capital of the Third Reich fell, and they were deployed to the Czech Republic. The war is over, but ... He was especially saddened by the lack of knowledge of where and what happened to his family - his wife and two children left in Minsk. He searched and wrote throughout the war, but to no avail. As soon as the opportunity arose, he immediately asked for a vacation to return home and expand his search. But everything happened, as in good films: a wife with two children survived the occupation and returned home as soon as possible - literally just before her husband’s arrival.

Then there were still years of service, garrisons, units ... When the young combat major was offered the rank of lieutenant colonel and sent to Kushka, he decided that was enough. I wanted a simple family happiness. He returned home with his family to the Yaroslavl region, where he lived, raised children, raised us, four grandchildren.

A separate stand in the local museum of local lore, in which his photo and a short biography can tell the fellow countrymen about the military exploits.

We, the grandchildren, he spoke little about the war. But I want to retell some funny stories to you:

- At the beginning of the war, when there was still confusion, we crossed a column over a small bridge. And then the order - to destroy the bridge, to take up the defense to cover the withdrawal. Dropped his company. The remains of the company ... They burnt the bridge ... They dug in ... What to expect - it is not known, our rearguard - the cat wept. And hunger pestered - more than a day did not eat. Well, we dug trenches, took up defense, we wait.

Here is the enemy - briskly flew up to the destroyed bridge, began to consult how to be. And here, on our side on the far flank, one of the young soldiers fired at the ducks in the swamp! From that side, unfolding from all the trunks on our shore! We are from our own - according to them! We look - there it’s already like installing mortars! Well, we think that they will set the heat on us now! .. Then he looked closely with binoculars - mortars like ours and the uniform on our soldiers ... He ordered to cease fire. From that shore, too, fell silent ... It turned out that another part of our environment was leaving. Thank God, only a few lightly wounded escaped ...


- It was in Ukraine in 1941 ... Another retreat, exit from an almost slammed boiler. A painting worthy of the artist’s brush is an endless wheat field and a Ukrainian farm surrounded by an apple orchard. Us retreating - a motley team of infantry and a battery of "forty-five." Horses are soared. We decided to take a break. They harnessed the horses, fell down themselves, chew the apples eagerly. Dirty, unwashed, drunk water - ruined. And here, as in a nightmare, a column of German arises on the only road tanks! They march past the garden in which we got a halt! And what’s the most annoying - they look so scornfully at us and at our guns ... We drove by, the dust settled. We harness the horses - and in the opposite direction! ..


The second grandfather, Vasily Semenovich, met the war with a fifteen-year-old boy in a small village in the Kiev region. Together with his sister and mother, they watched the heavy messenger bomber roll down in the sky above them, as the Red Army retreated.

They took their father, drafted into the army, hiding in the cellar when the Nazis entered the village ...

In late autumn, familiar peasants from a neighboring village knocked on the house, who were called along with their father. They asked where he was, and were very surprised that he did not return home: it turns out that their team, without changing clothes, was loaded into the train and sent to the Crimea, but in the Kherson steppes it turned out that it was too late and it was impossible to return back - they were cut off. The team was dismissed and they, fellow countrymen, safely reached their home district. At the fork between the villages, they said goodbye and each parted at their own addresses. Where did the dad go?

Everything turned out in the spring, when one of the villagers went to the pit, in which they extracted clay for repairing the huts. From under the snow melt human remains appeared. Vasily recognized his father by his hat and belt. The fascist patrol, either by mistake or fun, shot a lone traveler a couple of kilometers from his home ...

Therefore, when in 1943 the Red Army liberated the Kiev region, Vasily added a year to himself and went to the draft board. Sent to tank troops. Gunner.

He fought a little over a year. Burned four times. He liberated Volyn, Poland, entered Germany. There, in Prussia near Konigsberg, he was ambushed. Grandfather did not like to talk about it, but when I entered the tank school, I still poured out my soul.

Everyone knew that victory was not far off. And they expected that, now, another blow, and the end of the war! They occupied a small German town famous for winemaking. Well, as expected, they celebrated this business. And then the brigade commander decides that with such fighting lads they will capture Koenigsberg! Moreover, there is an order for nomination. They started the car and rushed west without any security. When the convoy pulled into a narrow road, on one side of which a centuries-old oak forest grew, and a swamp spread out on the other, an armor-piercing blank of an anti-tank battery disguised as a quagmire hit the front tank. The next hit is in the closing machine. Well, then you yourself understand ...

When the grandfather jumped out of the burning tank and ran into the forest, a mortar was added to the shelling. I remembered a blow to the leg, then - that pulled on a raincoat tent ... Then the sanbat ...

A year in hospitals throughout the Soviet Union, formal discharge. But the treatment of the fragmented leg was not successful: pain, swelling, spots ... The next examination and the verdict is amputation. Vasily’s mother, my great-grandmother, fell to her knees in front of the doctors: how so? Nineteen years old, and already legless disabled ?!

An old orthopedist rose. Once again I looked at the pictures, interviewed my grandfather. He said that there is one way - to cut, break, merge and stitch everything all over again. But the leg will not bend. I took it personally. The fragments that had not yet grown together were removed from the leg, they were fastened and the grandfather was packed in gypsum from the chin to the heel for six months! The foot became shorter by a few centimeters, did not bend, but was its own, and not wooden.

In the same place, in the hospital, he met with a machine gun of a connected partisan detachment wounded in both legs. And after some time they played a wedding. After the war I learned to be an accountant, learned how to drive a car, and bought Zaporozhets. Raised two sons. He brought up his grandchildren, waited for his great-grandchildren ... He died tragically: an accident.

Some memoirs of Vasily Semenovich:

- In 1941, a military unit was retreating through our village. One "thirty-four" pulled another in tow. Near the dam over the river stopped. After a brief meeting, a firing point was made out of a powerless car, and a dozen soldiers left to cover it. The tank was camouflaged. After some time, German tanks appeared on the road. It was predictable - the road to Kiev.

So you say (this is to me. - Auth.) That you read, they say, our German tanks could not penetrate at the beginning of the war. They are lying! "Thirty-four" managed to shoot only once! Then the head German stopped, turned the tower and also fired once - black smoke started from our tank immediately. And there the Red Army surrendered ...


- A young guy, a Muscovite, came to our crew. So he had the gift of God. He owned hypnosis from birth! In Poland, they began to halt. Late a fire was lit near the road, we were warming up, we were eating up the “second front”. Pole rides on a cart with hay. He saw us and let's shout something offensive. Well, about the cold there, the scarcity of food and so on. But this guy turned around and said: it’s good for the pan, it’s not cold, because the hay behind him is burning. The Pole turned around, got scared, jumped off the cart and let's cut the lines - save the horses!

And the second case - they entered the Polish inn. Well, this guy calls up the owner and orders everything, everything: meat, and bread, and fried fish ... Well, and a bottle, of course ... We are sitting neither alive nor dead. Nobody has money! They ate, drank ... The hypnotist calls the owner again, and so majestically he takes out paper for cigarettes from his pocket. Tears off a piece and holds out. He begins to bow, to thank ... He also brought change! That Muscovite did not stay long in the carriage - they took him to the army intelligence department ...


- They captured German farm. Like a big farm. It seems that the owners have recently left - warm bread, recently from the oven. We decided to have a bite. But the trouble is - the whole house and all the sheds were covered, but they did not find the meat! Everything is! Preservation in the cellar, pickles and preserves, but not sausage, no meat, no bacon!

Then someone guessed to climb into the attic - looking, and there’s still a little room. Just where the chimney should be! We open, and there ... Hams, sausages, every bird, fat ... The smokehouse is mounted directly in the chimney!


This, of course, is not all the stories that I heard from grandfathers. But probably the most interesting. But whoever has been to the war does not like to remember it. But we can’t forget them!

In general, I told you about my grandfathers. Maybe someone else will share? I will be glad to read. Thanks for attention.
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  1. Aerodrome 2 January 2020 06: 31 New
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    . As soon as the opportunity arose, he immediately asked for a vacation to return home and expand his search. But everything happened, as in good films: a wife with two children survived the occupation and returned home as soon as possible - literally just before her husband’s arrival.
    so I exhaled only ... uh ... here it is Happiness! my ancestors worked in the rear, the grandfather as an officer tankman returned, older, brought some kind of captured aluminum spoons (spoon-fork), a glass from the pub where the goose was repaired, and like an officer put a knife and a Solingen razor. as it’s now before my eyes. .. a belt on the headboard, and a grandfather with a soaped ... face ... "sharpening" his trophy on the belt ... the razor is somewhere "gone" but I have manicure scissors .... of the same spill. got along with the orders. shore.
    1. Aviator_ 2 January 2020 09: 21 New
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      And as a student, I broke my father’s trophy machine for a safety razor: after a construction team, I shaved my beard. And now, only orders with medals have remained, and the course of airplane navigation and navigation, which my father taught in the navigational school after the war. And an on-board star chart for mid-latitudes (BKN-2).
      1. Aerodrome 2 January 2020 09: 41 New
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        In general, I told you about my grandfathers. Maybe someone else will share? I will be glad to read. Thanks for attention.
        my grandfather said that when they were walking along Pomerania, he saw gas stoves for the first time in his life, and in general he learned what “household gas” was ... but he didn’t manage to use it ... he used an electric stove until his death ... until 1987. sad but true.
      2. BAI
        BAI 2 January 2020 10: 17 New
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        My father’s trophy machine was preserved. Called GLADIATOR. Shaves exclusively, even with our blades. I have never cut myself. There are several modern machines (ours and imported) - I often cut.
        1. Andrey NM 5 January 2020 19: 42 New
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          Quote: BAI
          My father’s trophy machine was preserved.

          My grandfather is an attack aircraft pilot. True, he began as a fighter in 1940 without graduating from college. He graduated from the flying club in 1936 at the age of 17. He flew to U-2, drove some doctors, mail through Siberia ... Drafted into the army, passed pilot testing, did not finish school, short retraining on I-16, assigned a sergeant, though he went to the regiment on I-153. He said that they were engaged in attack flights. They beat them quickly, the rest were sent for retraining. On the IL-2 since February 1942. I can’t even imagine how he survived. I remember that there was a face framed by fragments and burnt legs. Not only that, then with the Japanese ... Then MIG-15, MIG-17 ... He left the reserve in 1961 as a major. My mother was born in Pyongyang, my grandmother was a gunsmith in his squadron. Grandfather died in 1992, I was then in the autonomous region. They arrived, a telegram has already been in the mailbox for 2 months. I left him with 2 razors of dangerous Solingen, I shaved them in the seas, a straightening machine, a 1951 flight helmet and a 1952 air gun ... My uncle won the awards, where they are now, I don’t even know ... I remember that there were two orders of the Red Banner, two of the Red Star, of the Patriotic War (most likely for the anniversary of the Victory), the medal "For Courage" and some medals with hieroglyphs, apparently Korean.
          He spoke about flights very hard, said that it was much easier in Korea, although there was no sugar there ... While he was on business trips, his grandmother and her children lived by relatives.
          I would know that it was necessary to write down everything he talked about.
    2. Thrifty 2 January 2020 09: 41 New
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      Nazarii hi tell your children and grandchildren this so that they remember and understand that the story of your family, like many others, is part of the story that makes up the past and present of our country! And without the past, as you know, the country has no future!
      1. The leader of the Redskins 2 January 2020 09: 49 New
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        There are no grandchildren yet, but my son heard))) I was very surprised that our people (ordinary, from the village) did not know everyday things - gas, preservation in glass jars and TD)))
    3. Aerodrome 2 January 2020 09: 53 New
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      Quote: Aerodrome
      "but I have manicure scissors .... of the same spill. got along with the orders. to the shore.

      HERE, so as not to be known as a balabol ...: here
      THEY, without markings, without stigma ... just scissors ... but STEEL the hell upscale! one boch knows how old they are, and how many nails they cut, but Sharp!
      1. rich 2 January 2020 12: 19 New
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        Thanks, Nazarius, good article needed
        And my grandfather left a trophy tin spoon. He handed it to me when in 1979 I left for an emergency. Then the school, outposts, garrisons. The house returned only after 30 years. The spoon was everywhere with me. And grandfather died in 1981.
        1. Andrei Nikolaevich 24 February 2020 14: 43 New
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          Rich, just now I saw your grandfather’s spoon in the photo. Where did your grandfather bring her from? The fact is that in our family the same is still there. Grandfather brought from the war. I recognized her right away. Only on our spoon is an eagle - on the inside is the inscription (I remember exactly) "Bernhoff"
          1. rich 24 February 2020 15: 29 New
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            To my shame, I don’t know where exactly the grandfather fought in what places — he didn’t tell about the war especially. I only know that in artillery, he, along with the calculation, was bombarded with earth. True all dug up alive.
            Now about the spoon. I photographed for you its reverse side. Manufacturer Breslau 1940 And on the handle apparently the German name of the previous owner. Photos can be enlarged to better view the labels.
            Best regards
            Dmitriy

            1. Andrei Nikolaevich 24 February 2020 18: 31 New
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              Rich, thank you so much for answering and even taking pictures. The reverse side of your spoon is slightly different, but the shape and base are identical. I have never met such spoons (in shape). Amazing metal quality. A grandfather brought a spoon from the front. He fought in the Siberian divisions. Reached Austria. All the best and thank you. With all respect, Andrew
    4. Krasnoyarsk 2 January 2020 12: 13 New
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      Quote: Aerodrome
      Solingen ". as it is now before my eyes ... a belt on the headboard, and a grandfather with a soaped ... face ..." grinds "his trophy on a belt ... the razor has somewhere gone, but I have manicure

      Yes ... And here I am, I decided to check how sharp this "Solingen" is ... Well, a beautiful tablecloth, white with red, as I remember now, Chinese Buttons in the corners, across the whole table ...
      In a word - it turned out to be acute.
      And, surprisingly, my father sharpened her only with a leather belt and shaved, and when it came time for me to shave and I had to do it with the Neva blades, (I don’t know how anyone, but I ... dripped while I was shaving) I I began to wonder - astronauts fly into space, but they don’t know how to make shaving blades.
      Father’s only story: “They broke through the defenses and went in a marching column, tanks ahead, followed by guns at the Studebakers. Early in the morning, we drove through a large village, the Germans panic, pop out of our houses in some underwear, climb to us with fright. they were forbidden to shoot in the body, give them the butt on the head ... Tankers also didn’t shoot, they crushed. They stopped, the tanks were covered in dirt and blood, the tankers were climbing out with bulging eyes, they were shaking everyone. German auto convoy. More than a hundred were taken prisoner. What to do with them? They are behind the Germans. And the German shouts - Hitler kaput and pokes photos with children - Kinder, Kinder ... Commander: - "Volunteers ..." volunteers, I couldn’t. Not far from the ravine ... "He didn’t say anything else, I saw the hop from the memories weathered.
      1. Aerodrome 2 January 2020 18: 03 New
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        Quote: Krasnoyarsk
        He didn’t say anything else, to see the hop from the memories eroded

        tin ... my grandfather on a drunken same thing said that he crushed the Germans with a tank ... he ran, and I speak like in a fog ... caught up ... I wanted to say crush ... sober denied everything, immediately fell silent and went to smoke .on he could be silent for half a day. I didn’t understand, and my grandmother said "he is in himself", do not bother. Babe Shura was wise ...
        1. Krasnoyarsk 2 January 2020 20: 42 New
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          Quote: Aerodrome
          tin ... my grandfather said drunk the same thing that he crushed the German tank ...

          I don’t understand, why did you put two cons?
        2. Andrey NM 5 January 2020 20: 01 New
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          Quote: Aerodrome
          sober denied everything, immediately fell silent and went to smoke. he generally could be silent for half a day.

          So my grandfather is just the same ... "Here we go out over the column, they all scatter ... We got into a circle ..." And that’s it. Only his teeth clench ... It is evident that he was experiencing very much.
    5. The leader of the Redskins 2 January 2020 20: 05 New
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      Thanks to everyone who read, who shared their memory. Once again, I congratulate everyone on the new 2020 and wish everyone new and better than in the past. Happy holiday!
  2. Rusfaner 2 January 2020 07: 17 New
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    It is wonderful that a person has some information about his ancestors! And it doesn’t matter that this is not like a description of a victory march. Many didn’t get it either - relatives perished in the fire of war, and the survivors were laconic.
    Eternal memory to the fallen and the victors! Such a beast failed!
    1. aakvit 9 January 2020 13: 12 New
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      But I have nothing to tell! The maternal grandfather, the commander of the howitzer battery, died in the first battle on June 22, 1941, near Zambrov of the then Bialystok region. And that’s all that is known about him!
      The second grandfather, a simple soldier, went through the whole war, to Vienna. There, in Austria, he found his family, stolen in Germany and first passing Dachau, then working with the Bauer. Grandfather did not like to tell, and left early, I was only six ...
      Eternal memory to everyone! hi
  3. Mordvin 3 2 January 2020 07: 18 New
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    My grandfather said that somehow they got lost. They leave for the road, and there a German tank column rushing. The lieutenant began to mutter something about "let's hit them," but the rest besieged him "Sit, dope!"
    1. Olgovich 2 January 2020 10: 06 New
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      Quote: mordvin xnumx
      . They leave for the road, and there a German tank column rushing.

      In the 41st, my grandfather rode the whole night at the end ... of a German convoy rushing east (they got in at night, in the dust, they thought they were ours). Understood when the light began to light and quietly lagged behind, lost ...

      Our family on June 22, 41, was in Ukraine (without a grandfather), there they fell under the bombing, long and hard to get out, the grandfather did not know anything about them (he joined the army on June 24).
      And in the terrible October 41, on the street of Lugansk, they are, absolutely by accident .... встретились! HOW could this happen ?! belay request But the fact!

      Grandfather was on a gala evening, organized by the French Normandy Neman. We were treated to fr. cognac, tender chicken. In the end, the French boasted that they personally led the process of preparing frog legs. Not all survived .. yes

      In general, of course, the theme of the military affairs of our grandfathers is extremely interesting .... Not a single one of mine has passed ....

      I know that my great-great-grandfather fought in the Russo-Turkish war, great-grandfathers fought in the Russo-Japanese, WWI, grandfathers fought in Finnish and WWII (both survived, however, one Finnish disabled person).

      Both, by the way, did not say anything about the war at all, except, perhaps, amusing facts ....
      1. Mordvin 3 2 January 2020 10: 11 New
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        Quote: Olgovich
        Both, by the way, did not say anything about the war at all, except, perhaps, amusing facts ....

        Told me drunk. That lieutenant, by the way, was then torn apart by a shell in half. Somehow they jumped out of the tanker with a turret, rolled into a ravine, and hello captive ... Grandfather was a mechanic.
        1. Olgovich 2 January 2020 10: 27 New
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          Quote: mordvin xnumx
          Told me drunk.

          No, they didn’t want to, even after drinking, they closed themselves right after the questions. By the way, military orders and medals have never been worn, in general. Although they fought with dignity, several times wounded, shell-shocked .....
          By the way, they were very friendly with each other, they liked to sit, talk, have a drink, but I never heard their talk about it ....

          Maybe such a defensive reaction to the terrible that had to endure? .... request
          1. Mordvin 3 2 January 2020 10: 36 New
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            Quote: Olgovich
            Perhaps such a defensive reaction to the terrible that had to endure?

            I don’t know ... My did not keep silent, told. And as he was drinking vodka once in captivity with a German guard, and he climbed into a burning plane, he pulled out a bag of bread from there. And how his German officer took him to be shot, then he changed his mind for some reason.
            1. Aviator_ 2 January 2020 11: 20 New
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              From my father’s story of the 60s I remember that he personally killed one German from the PCA. It was like this: already in Poland, the regiment sent him and the foreman to clean up a farm adjacent to the airport, did not call and wait for the NKVDshnikov, and managed on his own. There was a German who did not have time to escape, who began to shoot from parabellum, but received a reply in turn. His father had this parabellum until the end of the 40s, until he threw it into Amur. In the late 80s, when the father told this episode to my son, he claimed that the German was killed by the foreman, and not he.
  4. bistrov. 2 January 2020 08: 33 New
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    About the "smokehouse in the chimney": in western "Ukraine", in old rural houses, they often arranged such ones in the attic, immediately after the chimney exited through the ceiling, a special expansion was arranged with a door, which, in fact, was a smoking chamber. But one thing, if this structure was laid out of brick, and so for it a frame made of rods was made, well, imagine a wattle fence, from which fences were made in peasant estates, and covered with clay. If you do not follow the clay coating, then the burning of this smokehouse is possible, which often happened.
  5. Sergey79 2 January 2020 08: 52 New
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    Good article. The book is interesting. Author Stopalov. Describes the everyday life of artillerymen. He simply writes about what he witnessed.
  6. parusnik 2 January 2020 09: 01 New
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    Good article about those who returned ...
  7. bubalik 2 January 2020 10: 01 New
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    Great, Nazarius good good essay, sincere.
    I also wanted to write about my grandfather’s combat path, but something wasn’t enough. request
    1. The leader of the Redskins 2 January 2020 11: 25 New
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      Make up your mind! The syllable is not the main thing. I think everyone will be interested to read. I wrote it myself and invite the rest!)
      1. Mordvin 3 2 January 2020 12: 13 New
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        Quote: Leader of the Redskins
        I wrote it myself and invite the rest!)

        Moreover, there is an order for nomination. They started the car and rushed west without any security. When the column pulled into a narrow road, on one side of which a centuries-old oak forest grew, and a swamp spread on the other, an armor-piercing blank of an anti-tank battery disguised as a bog hit the front tank.

        Well, exactly like mine. They gave the order to occupy some forgotten village by God, and ran into an ambush. In a matter of seconds, the Fritz shattered the entire battalion. And for the whole tank - one TT from the lieutenant, who was torn in half by a blank.
        1. The leader of the Redskins 2 January 2020 12: 22 New
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          Vasily Semenovich still told how to take a fortified skyscraper. I didn’t want to climb ahead, I wanted to survive at the end of the war and the battalion commander delayed the time of advancement, and at the same time he requested attack aircraft. They waited ... Then a drunk brigade commander with a birch stick in his hands arrives at the "jeep". Starts popping into tanks and driving crews inside. Mat through rewinding ... They began to advance to a high-rise. Il 2 flew in and let your “iron”! There is already a grandfather with his comrades, let's yell in the radio. The attack aircraft heard, waved their wings and shifted the blow in height ....
          1. Mordvin 3 2 January 2020 12: 34 New
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            Mine did not finish up to the end, after being released from captivity, he was sent to penalties, just near Stalingrad, in the very first battle he was seriously wounded. The second graduated in Germany, the Singer sewing machine from there pinned. But he died when I was very snotty.
  8. BAI
    BAI 2 January 2020 10: 23 New
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    In general, I told you about my grandfathers. Maybe someone else will share?

    2 episodes told by father remember:
    1. In spring, the Dniester floodplains - everything is flooded knee-deep, water with snow. 82 mm mortar nowhere to put (father - the commander of a platoon of mortars). One fighter stood on all fours in the water, a base plate was placed on his back, two fighters held mortar bipods. So they shot. And no one got sick, no cold.
    2. Father finished the war in Bulgaria. The news of surrender was there. Naturally noted. And at night he went to check the posts. In the mountains. In the afternoon I looked where I had gone — he felt ill, would not have passed into a sober head.
    1. Olgovich 2 January 2020 10: 30 New
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      Quote: BAI
      and him on the back put the base plate, two fighters held the mortar bipod. So they shot.

      There is a good dynamic hit ...recourse
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        And yet, that was so. I wondered - the weight of the stove is 14 kg, the weight of the mine is 3.6 kg. The law of conservation of momentum and inertia has not been canceled.
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          The law of conservation of momentum and inertia has not been canceled.

          That's it: the back should not withstand such a push. recourse
          1. Severok 3 January 2020 16: 06 New
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            At that time, they thought about themselves last, and it was precisely this that helped to withstand that terrible time and to curl the neck of Hitler’s military machine. It is a pity the capitalists and bankers were not left to their necks.
  9. GenNick 2 January 2020 10: 48 New
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    In general, I told you about my grandfathers. Maybe someone else will share?

    2 episodes told by father remember:
    1. In spring, the Dniester floodplains - everything is flooded knee-deep, water with snow. 82 mm mortar nowhere to put (father - the commander of a platoon of mortars). One fighter stood on all fours in the water, a base plate was placed on his back, two fighters held mortar bipods. So they shot. And no one got sick, no cold.
    2. Father finished the war in Bulgaria. The news of surrender was there. Naturally noted. And at night he went to check the posts. In the mountains. In the afternoon I looked where I had gone — he felt ill, would not have passed into a sober head.

    About grandfathers:
    Ivan Ivanovich, a participant in the WWI, lost his leg in 1915, the St. George Cavalier died in 1978;
    Pyotr Ivanovich, a participant in the Civil War, was wounded for combat training, was driven into Germany in 1943, and freed by the Allies in 1945 ...
    Nikolai Ivanovich (father) since November 41 in partisans, captive camp Trostenets, in the same year he fled. From August 1943 in the ranks of the Red Army. From Minsk to Berlin on foot. Last wound on May 1944 in Berlin Park. (Died in 2 year)
    Sofia Petrovna (mother) - in 1943 she was driven into fascist Germany, in 45 she was freed by the allied forces ...
    If you start writing what they remembered, the paper is not enough ...
    1. The leader of the Redskins 2 January 2020 11: 38 New
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      And you write! Compressed, selectively, what you see fit. I think everyone will be interested in reading.
      1. GenNick 2 January 2020 16: 53 New
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        We had our own museum of the Great Patriotic War at our school, and this teacher was charged with Russian language and literature teacher Mikhey Nikolai Tikhonovich. I once told him that my mother told me about our plane shot down at the beginning of the war. I was intrigued by one In a word of Tikhon, we went and showed the place. And after a year / a half in Izvestia there was a big article (year 78/79, I served in the SA) that such a teacher found the engine of Captain Gastello’s plane ...
        Mom herself saw Two parachutes (tist) a ... and it was 30-40 km from the official place of impact (Radoshkovichi).
      2. GenNick 2 January 2020 23: 06 New
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        I had a grandmother, a woman Nina, the mother of my father.
        She told how the guerrillas wanted to shoot her, Ivan’s grandfather and my father. They lived before the war in a small village, and stood at a military unit two or three kilometers away, fortified the district, Stalin’s line. '' When the war began, the garrison quickly retreated leaving all the property, i.e., not a single shot was fired from the fortified area. Well, the local population quickly pulled everything away so that the adversary would not get it.
        In November, at night, they knocked on Baba Nina at the window ... The partisans came ... Further literally
        Baba Nina, give me chrome boots and command post breeches !!! -
        Dumb, sons!
        -Give for good!
        -mute!
        -Shoot !!!
        Brought out of the house, brought for the stable Nina, grandfather Ivan and father.
        In short, the grandmother went to the stable and from the cow she dug up her boots and breeches, gave them to the partisans and they left, though the father left with them, after all, but was born 24 ...
        This is how my father's long journey to the Great Victory began.
        I add, coming to my grandmother for the holidays, I was always amazed at the number of German helmets, gas mask tubes and the number of German cold steel in every village yard. Yes, and jackets / short coats from German overcoats were in every house, though our Soviet bones were sewn on buttons.
        Where from? - the grandmother replied that from the same place where she took the chrome boots and Komsastav breeches, the German military unit stood there.
  10. tatarin1972 2 January 2020 11: 08 New
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    Grandfather, went through the whole war, as called on June 23, 1941, resigned in November 1945, from Germany. He fought the entire war in intelligence, a 359 separate reconnaissance company, 272 rifle divisions of the North, then Karelian and at the end of 2 Belorussian fronts. From the personnel of the company, a set of 1941, two people survived, one of them is my grandfather. From the war, grandfather brought a cut on his coat, grandmother, and Finnish shaving brush. I never went to ceremonial meetings, I didn’t put on awards, on May 9 he bought two bottles of vodka and everyone left home. From his recollections I remember how he had to force the Svir River 12 times a day, with a DP-27 machine gun, the last time was gone, he began to sink, drowned the machine gun, got ashore, thought everything, tribunal, looks, and stands on a hillock the same DP and a soldier killed.
  11. sabakina 2 January 2020 12: 50 New
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    Then the head German stopped, turned the tower and also fired once - black smoke started from our tank immediately.
    It must have been a Mouse. wink
    1. Severok 3 January 2020 16: 02 New
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      Stupidity wrote.
  12. Vinnibuh 2 January 2020 12: 56 New
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    Many thanks to the author! I believe that there should be more such simple and at the same time difficult stories. Otherwise, under the load of lies from the "new historians" the new generation will lose pride in their country and will whitewash any abomination, both about the past and about the present.
  13. Thunderbolt 2 January 2020 13: 42 New
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    Grandfather brought a captured dangerous razor from defeated Germany. Excellent steel, I keep this unpretentious device. And he brought the rest of the metal in his body and walked constantly at night, because constantly drove and he drowned out the pain.
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    but he didn’t have time to use it ... until his death he used an electric stove ... until 1987. sad but true.

    Nothing sad - electricity is safer.
    In my opinion, gas is simply prohibited in high-rises.
  15. samarin1969 2 January 2020 17: 04 New
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    Thank you, "leader" ... I had no one to tell. Neither grandfather nor relatives returned from the war. In the village there were a few cripples and boys at the age of 14 "for the elders". And the women who plowed on cows and themselves ...
    That’s all I know about “partners.”
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    My grandfather also did not like to tell, because war is scary. May 9 has long turned into a farce and public relations for officials, including the president. We got these pseudo-patriots who write on the machines “we can repeat” and dress their children in military uniforms. It’s necessary to plant for this.
  17. sergo1914 2 January 2020 19: 22 New
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    Grandfather in the North fought in intelligence. When they walked through a draw lane, they often came across German “colleagues”. If there are more of them, ours ran away, if there are more of ours, the Germans. If equally - the firearm was removed and cut with knives. Ours carried them dry. The reason - almost the entire company - urki with transcendental experience. Volunteers. They, they said, are born with a knife in his hand. The German did not roll against our Urkagan.
  18. huntsman650 2 January 2020 20: 32 New
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    My grandmother told me when the fighting for the village passed (Korsun Shevchenkovskaya battle) we are returning, a house near the forest. The scouts lie without legs. Two. Came home, stoop on the stove with boots. Great-grandfather could not take off his boots chopped off.
    A neighbor died tragically, says he pulled the gun of a dead German, a barrel on himself. And the German had a finger on the trigger and took it all in himself (. Cows with her as a child shepherd, her grandmother told a lot about the war.
  19. Karen 2 January 2020 21: 05 New
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    My grandfather in a concentration camp among the "friends" recognized a stranger who had a chance to talk to before the war ... They discussed among resistance activists how to quietly organize a "turn the neck" of the enemy ... The Slavs forbade him to participate in execution, although he was experienced (a nut from infancy) ... The next morning it was all "as it should" ...
  20. Severok 3 January 2020 15: 59 New
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    Excellent article. Thank.
    My grandfathers: one by sight didn’t join the army, was married to a Volga German, my grandmother was asked from Saratov, so they settled in Makhachkala and worked in the rear. And the second grandfather was wounded at the beginning of the war, and then he was in the SMERSH units, his mother told me that she later scolded the Communists, but my grandmother lived (at that time was the Yaroslavl region) near Sudislavl of the Kostroma region, dashing dash. And it was hungry and cold, but survived.
  21. Looking for 5 January 2020 16: 39 New
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    Quote: huntsman650
    My grandmother told me when the fighting for the village passed (Korsun Shevchenkovskaya battle) we are returning, a house near the forest. The scouts lie without legs. Two. Came home, stoop on the stove with boots. Great-grandfather could not take off his boots chopped off.

    and not ashamed to show off great-grandfather-sadist and looter?
  22. Petrol cutter 9 January 2020 18: 59 New
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    Thank. To my deep regret, my grandfather Belyakov Alexey Ilyich died - in 1982. At that time I was exactly moving from kindergarten to first grade at school. Therefore, the memories are very selective.
    But, when a little matured, a little studied the remaining documents (I was interested). My grandfather served in the artillery regiment, by the main profession, as an artillery driver on ZiS5. He had military awards. He joined the ranks of the Communist Party. Although (as the mother says, he was from a family of "dispossessed"). I do not know. As I was told, I say so. At the end of the war, he worked as a driver, was elected three times as a deputy of the council of the village of Primorsky, of the Feodosia City Council (how delicious this sounds!) (I personally looked at the certificates). Well, then .... Next, the fragments did their job. And the grandfather died.
    Here is such a not very interesting story. But this is what I personally know.
    1. Petrol cutter 10 January 2020 18: 46 New
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      Forgot to add. Indeed, in theory, there is always a second grandfather.
      I have no information on it, since my parents divorced when I was five years old. And there is no desire to raise this sick family issue. Bo tears begin, lamentations, etc.
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    Both of my grandfathers were repressed and exiled to Siberia, and my uncle died in Leningrad in 41 or 42. My wife’s grandfather went to war until 44 and was also repressed and removed from the front. In the photo of the order, medals.
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    I met the morning of June 22 in field camps. From his memories:


    Thanks to comrade Pavlov for the surrender to the BSSR! If it weren’t for him, maybe there would have been a thread somewhere along the Dnieper without the surrender of Kiev.