January 27 - Day of the complete liberation of Leningrad from the fascist blockade

January 27, 1944 is the day of the complete lifting of the siege of Leningrad. The blockade, which was carried out by the divisions of Nazi Germany and its Finnish, Italian and Spanish allies, became one of the most tragic and at the same time heroic events of World War II. Beginning on September 8, 1941, the Leningrad blockade lasted a long and painful 872 days.

The Nazis, hoping for a plan of “lightning” war and a quick victory, hoped to take Leningrad within a few weeks of 1941 in order to gain the opportunity to control industry in the northwestern part of the USSR and defeat the Soviet Baltic Fleet. In addition, the German army and its allies were tasked with the capture of Leningrad in order to ensure an unhindered supply of resources from the ports of Norway. For Leningradites, Hitler’s plans were destined for a sad fate. The very name of the city acted on Hitler as an irritant.

Until now, historians cannot agree on exact figures regarding losses in Leningrad. They agree on one thing - we are talking about hundreds of thousands of dead civilians: from shelling and bombing, from hunger, cold and disease. The minimum estimate is about 620 thousand people, the maximum is about 1,3 million. Moreover, over 90 percent are residents who could not survive the monstrous famine that covered Leningrad as a result of the Nazi blockade.

From the book of the American publicist M. Walzer:

More civilians died in the siege of Leningrad than in the hells of Hamburg, Dresden, Tokyo, Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined.

Most of the survivors of the siege of Leningrad are buried in the Piskaryovskoye cemetery. The total number of graves of victims of the Nazi blockade on it is about half a million. About a hundred thousand victims of the blockade are buried in the Serafimovsky cemetery of the northern capital.

It is a story, which will forever remain with us - including in the stories of the unconquered blockade survivors of what is, in fact, difficult to describe in words.

Comments

[Vladimir_2U]

Eternal memory to the heroes and eternal sorrow for the dead and dead. Regardless of the limitation, I can neither read nor even think about the dead children.

[GKS 2111]

All this is called - blockade.
And a baby cry in a broken nest ...
No children in town, no need
After all, the homeland will warm them everywhere.

No children in the military city
A fighter should not preserve rations,
Carry home. Doesn't dare invariably
His pursuing childish voice.

And in the whistle of bullets, and in the howl of a bomb
We can’t hear children’s legs running.
Catacomb Shelter
Not for children to remember forever.

They will return to the house. Their fear is not needed.
We will protect, we will save their home.
Mother will be mother. And the husband will return as husband.
And the children will be here. But not now. Then.


Elena Vechtomova. Children

[Alena Frolovna]

From the transcript of the meeting of the International Military Tribunal of February 27, 1946

Nuremberg trials. From the testimony of Archpriest N.I. Lomakin

Smirnov: Tell me, witness, at the beginning of the siege of Leningrad in which church did you serve?

Answer: At the beginning of the blockade, I was the rector of the St. George cemetery, I was the rector of the St. Nicholas Church of this cemetery.

Smirnov: Therefore, it was a cemetery church?

Response: Yes.

Smirnov: Maybe you will tell the Tribunal about your observations made during your service in this church?

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[Finches]

Heroic and tragic story page! Always, on this day I try to lay flowers at the memorial tablet on Nevsky! She is a stone's throw from the district headquarters ... Today it is somewhat unusual - there is absolutely no snow! And then winter was fierce!

Eternal glory to the Hero City of Leningrad and its defenders and residents!

[Uncle lee]

Let's drink to those who spend weeks long
In the frozen dugouts lay
Fought in Ladoga, fought in Volkhov,
Not a step back.

Let's drink to those who commanded the companies
Who was dying in the snow,
Who made their way to Leningrad swamps
Throat breaking the enemy.

[Zoldat_A]

Quote: Uncle Lee

Let's drink to those who spend weeks long
In the frozen dugouts lay
Fought in Ladoga, fought in Volkhov,
Not a step back.

Let's drink to those who commanded the companies
Who was dying in the snow,
Who made their way to Leningrad swamps
Throat breaking the enemy.

Nothing to say...

[GKS 2111]

Olga Berggolts. I say.
I say: we, citizens of Leningrad,
do not shake the roar of the canon,
and if there are barricades tomorrow
we will not leave our barricades ...
And women with soldiers will stand side by side,
and the children will give us patrons,
and we should all bloom
the ancient banners of Petrograd.

[Zoldat_A]

What can I say? Everything is said - a lump in the throat and tweaks in the nose, as if to cry (although I can’t cry)

And women with soldiers will stand side by side,
and the children will give us patrons,
and we should all bloom
the ancient banners of Petrograd.

As I quarrel with my wife, I scare her so much: “I’ll give up everything, pull out the arsenal from the safe and go away from you to Donbass”.
And she says: "You don't have to hide, I'll go and bring you cartridges." That's the kind of love ... For 30 years.
And my son is ready to bring cartridges - I don’t earn so much so that he can bring me as many cartridges as he wants. And if dad lets you shoot from the "grandfather's award gold" ...

[GKS 2111]

A deep bow to them all ...

[Alexander Suvorov]

GKS 2111
A deep bow to them all ...

Not just a low bow, but also eternal memory! And such MEMORY should be, so that for all kindlings like Kolsurengoy’s tongue would dry out to feel sorry for the killers. And such reptiles, who hung a plate on Mannerheim, their hands would fall off.
I shudder at the mere thought of what would happen if I, my wife and children were placed for at least a week in the conditions in which Leningraders lived, fought and worked.
ETERNAL MEMORY OF HEROES! I will not forget or forgive, and will bequeath to my children.

P.S. This is what creatures must be in order to raise kolyusurengoy, this applies to all parents and teachers! The Germans felt sorry for him, but do not want to feel sorry for the children of the blockades ?!

[Olgovich]

Quote: Finches

Heroic and tragic story page! Always on this day withI try to lay flowers at the memorial tablet on Nevsky!

Do it, Eugene, please, and from our name: as a sign of eternal memory, respect for the residents and defenders of the city.. We physically, unfortunately cannot do this ...
I would really appreciate it.

My relatives survived the blockade: they fought in the militia, anti-aircraft gunners, went hungry ... Not everyone survived ...

These were some completely special people, with some completely special attitude to life, surrounding .....

[cost]

The whole family of my grandfather's brother died in besieged Leningrad ... The whole big family ... Parents, Wife, little Daughter. Coming from the front. He was left all alone. All his relatives called him to her, but he refused to leave Leningrad, saying - "Until I find their graves I can not leave." What are the graves? One big "Piskarevka". And that's not a fact. Buried in the blockade in many places. ... I never found it ....

[Finches]

Good day! I fulfilled your request, Andrew. But we can say that from all living now!

[Olgovich]

Quote: Finches

Good day! I fulfilled your request, Andrew. But we can say that from all living!

Of course, from all of us, remembering and grateful!

Great thank you!

[Ilya-spb]

Everlasting memory! Both of my grandfathers defended Leningrad. One fought on the Oranienbaum patch, was wounded. Another, dad, died in the 43rd, fighting in the Nevsky Piglet area. Not on the little bird, but in the area.

The horror of the blockade must not be allowed to repeat!

[Major Yurik]

This is a very difficult day for us from Leningrad, St. Petersburg, whatever! Quietly you go up the stairs of the Piskarevsky cemetery clutching cloves in your hand. You walk quietly to be behind the walking old people who saw all this horror and experienced it on themselves. They are some kind of especially bright, clean and tidy and very not noisy. Quietly approach the mass graves, the memorial and silently stand laying flowers. It’s very difficult at the Piskarevsky cemetery, the energy sector is out of bounds, and on this day the heart jumps out altogether. But not being there that day is worse! May the Lord give health to all living survivors of this horror, but let us remember their feat and not allow different bastards to touch with dirty hands the memory of the feat of our great and beloved city!

[Zoldat_A]

Quote: Vladimir_2U

Eternal memory to the heroes and eternal sorrow for the dead and dead.

At school we were taken to Leningrad and the obligatory point - "Piskarevka" ...

After my first, most terrible, blockade winter, my grandfather, a tankman, was taken out on ice 42 kilograms in weight. They were taken on an iron sheet to Piskaryovka, and when they were thrown into the "fraternal" - someone remarked "Bah! He's still breathing"

Many years after the Victory I read "The Blockade" by A. Chakovsky. There is an episode there when tanks were made at the Kirov plant, and a German shell pierced the wall of the workshop and the tank was driven into the gap to hit with direct fire.
I remembered how my grandfather told me that "through a hole in the wall he beat the Fritzes directly."

And also Chakovsky has an episode with the Badayevsky warehouses. Grandfather said that sugar sprinkled in the snow interfered with carpentry glue and drank while warm ...

Eternal glory to Leningrad and the eternal shame of Germany ... I, the bastards, neither Leningrad, nor the burning Smolensk, nor Stalingrad, nor Kiev and Minsk - did not forgive. And my son will not forgive.

[bessmertniy]

The hero city of the Great Patriotic War, the city of the greatest Revolution in the history, the city built by the Russian people to "cut a window to Europe" at the behest of Peter the Great - this is our pride, and it is significant that the fascist hordes could not break it!

[Zoldat_A]

Quote: bessmertniy

The hero city of the Great Patriotic War, the city of the greatest Revolution in the history, the city built by the Russian people to "cut a window to Europe" at the behest of Peter the Great - this is our pride, and it is significant that the fascist hordes could not break it!

It was necessary to do with Berlin as Hitler wanted with Leningrad. Bring to level "zero" with bulldozers and cover with a meter layer of salt. Maybe now in Europe they would not look at Berlin, but at "the place where Berlin once was - a source of aggression against Russia" - this "salt glade" would calm many ...

Only we are not "like that". We are "humanists". Zhukov did not go to see Auschwitz "so as not to become bitter." I understand Zhukov, of course. BUT!! Do I, an ordinary soldier, have the right to condemn the Marshal of Victory after so many years? But I would go, take a look and give the order: "Don't spare cartridges, don't take prisoners."

[Magog]

It is hard to imagine a more cruel marshal than Zhukov ... True, this cruelty was manifested in relation to his soldiers and officers. But how he loved himself and felt sorry - to tears!

[Pete mitchell]

Quote: Zoldat_A

... Eternal glory to Leningrad and the eternal shame of Germany ...

Short and capacious, eternal memory

Quote: Zoldat_A

.. And my son will not forgive.

We stood and will stand, otherwise they will trample

[svp67]

This is a story that will forever remain with us

[Zoldat_A]

Quote: svp67

This is a story that will forever remain with us

Allaverds!

I was there three times - I’m sure - THE BEST CITY ON THE EARTH. Fell in love with him the first time - clean, straight streets, light snow and stalls with oranges at 2 rubles per kilo. So clean that even the skins of oranges on the sidewalk are dumbly dropped. My friend and I, the Volga barge haulers, two weight-lifters, were near the Vitebsk station in this silence and beauty ...
And then there was Peterhof, the Catherine Palace, the Hermitage (on which you can walk endlessly - I would stay there, along with cats, although I love dogs more). And after the army there was Peterhof with fountains, the Catherine Palace without winter covers on the statues, a hotel with taxi drivers who always brought cognac. AND AGAIN the Hermitage. You can not see anything in Leningrad - see only the monument "Peter from Catherine", a six-ton ​​lead eagle on the gate of "Peter and Paul" and the Hermitage. It's worth living for.

Leningrad is my love. For life.

[Tank hard]

What would you remember ...


I was 12 ...

Silently lying by the cold Fontanka
A little to the house I did not crawl;
My eyes are open but I don’t see the sled
I can’t feel the frost anymore.



My dad died somewhere near Leningrad,
And my mother took the bombing.
I believed that you would repay the bastards,
I died, but faith is alive!



But I really didn’t want to give up,
I tried to survive and help,
But my little body was torn
And I look quietly into the night ...


I dear grandmother carried a ration of bread,
She can't walk.
Also the neighbor’s girl Lyuba,
A piece wanted to break off.


But a German splinter hit my back,
A good piece of iron,
And only the winds of cold rustle,
I could not crawl a little.


No, no, I didn’t shout, just a little startled,
And there are no tears for a long time,
He just clasped his teeth loudly ...
And fell to the bottom.



I was 12, I wanted to go to the movies
I wanted a hot compote.
Yes, it didn’t happen, and did not succeed,
Only blood, but dirty ice.



Do you remember this when in Berlin,
Victory march will go.
Straightening his shoulders and straightening his back,
Our glorious and strong people.

My verse.

[novel66]

it is from the heart .. thanks!

[Tank hard]

Quote: novel xnumx

it is from the heart .. thanks!

I did my best.

[novel66]

Poets walk heels on the blade of a knife
And they cut their bare souls into the blood.
Vysotsky ..

[Zoldat_A]

I saved it on my computer - I hope I did not violate copyright?
On business - would know how to cry - would cry. Not flattery - a normal assessment. Poems - level Olga Berggolz. Is there more?

[Tank hard]

Quote: Zoldat_A

Is there more?

Yes, but few. I write rarely, a verse is an appropriate state of mind, you must first achieve such a state, and this is rare. I do not accept dope. About the Patriotic War, there is one more thing dedicated to my grandfather. This verse was written in 2018, to his son at school, about Leningrad.

[Zoldat_A]

Quote: Tank Hard

Quote: Zoldat_A

Is there more?

Yes, but few. I write rarely, a verse is an appropriate state of mind, you must first achieve such a state, and this is rare. I do not accept dope. About the Patriotic War, there is one more thing dedicated to my grandfather. This verse was written in 2018, to his son at school, about Leningrad.

God hasn’t given me. With a pencil I can still somehow strike, but with verses - an ambush. And all his life he envied with white envy people who still know how to rhyme their thoughts.
I would also like to read yours.

[Tank hard]

Quote: Zoldat_A

I would also like to read yours.

Dedicated to my grandfather, Ananiev Alexander Stepanovich and all the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War, living and dead heroes ....

Medal of Honor.


I bow to the bullets, in the snow I lie
Pressing into the butt of "Degtyarev".
I watch these dogs in sight
And I press the index finger
Descent - again and again.
We are here in the land near Moscow
Together with my machine gun.
We will not let these scum pass,
Put them in a whole platoon.
They broke through, just a little - and Moscow.
Nearby
My dear battery is "worth"
From the breakthrough point, on the side.
The order was received, ammunition was taken;
And I'm on my shoulder with a machine gun
Running in deep snow
Eyes corroded later.
And so I pressed the enemies to the ground, they are dressed poorly ...
A short fur coat is warm on me
And it's too early to freeze.
Let them die in the cold snow !!!
And I'm warming up the finochka "Vacha".
There will be no rounds - I’ll go with the knife, but I feel it will be luck!
And here is our infantry in a hurry, the enemy could not break through today.
I just drink a little boiling water,
And then I will fight !!!

[Zoldat_A]

Bravo! Reminded Mityaev

"And we are lying before the throw
The snow almost brought us "

about cadets.

If he knew how to cry, he would cry. I won't let my wife read it - it will roar ... Because I have "For Courage" hanging in my closet at my "parade". and on the paternal tunic - three. And two - on my grandfather's jacket. And one more remained from the great-grandfather.

[rocket757]

Memory forever ... whatever it was.

[Van 16]

"Here we were jammed with bombs,
Here they choked us with hunger
Only you and my city
They were still stronger.
No, we didn’t forget them,
No, we have not forgotten them -
Nine hundred nights of the siege
Nine hundred days of siege. "
Mikhail Matusovsky, Leningrad metronome.
Eternal glory and eternal memory to you, Leningrad and Leningraders.

[WILL]

Even in childhood, at a reading lesson (in my 3rd grade) there was a Thematic lesson on the Blockade of Leningrad! The Greatest impression on me was made by the Diary of Tanya Savicheva ... I think the whole class was crying! Although it is unlikely that children imagined how terrible death from Famine!
Recall the Martyrs, their bright memory!

[Mountain shooter]

After my mother told me about the blockade (I was about 8 years old) I can’t help but eat up the bread ... And I never put on the plate more than I intend to eat ...

[knn54]

28 August 1941 year
Ref: blocking the city of Leningrad
Army Group North
Based on the directive of the High Command, it is ordered:
1. The city of Leningrad should be taken in as close as possible to the city ring of the blockade, which will save energy. The surrender of the city is not required.
2. In order to achieve the earliest possible destruction of the city as the last center of red resistance in the Baltic without much blood from our side, an infantry assault is ruled out. On the contrary, after the destruction of air defense and enemy fighters, the city should be deprived of value for life and defense by destroying water stations, warehouses, sources of electricity and light. Any disobedience of the civilian population to the troops blocking the city should - if necessary - be prevented by force of arms.
3. Through the communications headquarters “Sever” *, the Finnish High Command will further demand that the Finnish forces on the Karelian Isthmus take over the blockade of the city from the north and northeast together with German troops crossing the Neva to this area, and that the blockade from the aforementioned point The view was successful.
The direct contact of the Headquarters of the Army Group “North” and the Headquarters of the Communications “North” to coordinate the interaction of units of the OKH will issue an order in a timely manner.
Halder (Chief of General Staff OKH).
I would like to hope that the NEW leadership of the Ministry of Culture will not install the next memorial plaque "a la Mannerheim".

[Van 16]

Rosenbaum really likes:
"I breathe in my fingers, I wouldn't freeze, I hurry to you again with Lake Ladoga, long until the morning, anti-aircraft guns beat into the darkness, and in the searchlights the Junkers roar like an abyss to the bottom of the ice, black water and the engine roars ..." text. Sometimes we sing with a guitar.

[Stils]

In fact, the Nazis did not have plans for the direct capture of Leningrad, there was a specific plan for taking the city into the ring, a complete blockade and the extermination of the population by hunger. These plans themselves and what followed should be regarded as a more serious crime than a plan to seize the city and blockade in fact.

[Magog]

The main charge of the trial at Nuremberg: "preparation and organization of war"! The tragedy of Leningrad and our entire country was the result of a complete lack of measures for the defense of the state. Why were they "gaining time" by concluding the "Pact" of 39? Did you build the defense? "The enemy has treacherously attacked"! And we at the westernmost borders, as if on purpose, laid down mountains of weapons, ammunition, equipment, ... "Take it, fascist, use it! We have a non-aggression agreement with you! We are almost friends." ... And now: gas - to Europe, oil - there too. Excise taxes and "shish" for their people instead of gas supplies, savings on medicine and education ... But: "We remember the tragedy!" The war veterans have almost all left, living the rest of their lives in poverty. 75 thousand. To whom? Power to own salaries - it is a shame (for them) to pronounce - they are not ashamed to receive! The authorities' concern for their people is a way of manifesting the memory of those who won this Holy Victory! Including, from the side of the authorities - it looks more like a farce ...

[Magog]

"The fascists did not have plans for the direct capture of Leningrad"? And we are being told today that Leningrad "was saved by Zhukov", as well as Moscow.

[Laksamana besar]

Happy Military Glory Day!

[AU Ivanov.]

Granny. Surgeon. During the blockade, she operated in the hospital on the Obukhov defense. Until the end of her life she swept bread crumbs off the table and sent them to her mouth. Grandfather, commander Li-2. There, to the besieged city, food, from there kids to evacuate. They shot down three times, sat on ice, and was wounded. They died recently, both were under a hundred years old. The day of lifting the blockade was celebrated as a family holiday.

[Alex Justice]

While his father cast steel at 16 for 250g of bread per day, Zhdanov did not lose a single kilogram of weight. So the whole blockade remained moderately well-fed.
Grandfather died at 43 of a perforated stomach ulcer.

[faterdom]

Last year, in the summer, my wife and I went to Piskarevskoye. Unpleasantly struck - an empty huge parking lot, empty in the cemetery. Moreover, near Nevsky, Kronverka or there, Isakia foreigners like ants.
Of course, it is of course all sorts of Swedes or British voluntarily, but the Germans must be taken there by force! And the Chinese are amazing, they have an atlas of must-see shrines - Aurora, the Hermitage (aka Winter), but Piskarevka is not there. But this is 1,5 billion. This is where Putin would have to hint at "friend Xi" in an opaque way.
I believe that the feat of Leningrad still has no correct assessment. This is the "Brest Fortress", only in a strategic sense, which greatly influenced the course of the war, which for three years kept the great forces of the Germans and many of their allies. It was because of Leningrad that Hitler was furious - the whole "Barbarossa" was completely covered - he could not free up his forces and, as a result, could not take Moscow. Then, for this reason, he could not reach Baku through the Caucasus, suffered the Stalingrad catastrophe, did not achieve the desired result on the Kursk Bulge.
All this time, a significant number of divisions were stuck near Leningrad, moreover, they constantly suffered heavy losses (the Spanish "Blue Division" renewed its composition three to four times), devoured resources, military equipment, aircraft and ammunition. But on their part it was all in vain, but on the part of the Leningraders it was just very useful for the entire course of the war.

[midshipman]

My father died on the Leningrad Front on 27.12.1941/1944/XNUMX. Major, gunner. He was buried in a separate grave by his fighters at the Theological Cemetery. His colleagues showed us his grave in XNUMX, when my mother and I returned to Leningrad after breaking the blockade from the evacuation.

[Oleg Skvortsov]

Siege bread

I have not heard of Leningrad about light bread ...
I have not forgotten
blockade hard bread;
and the whistle of "Messerschmitt" in the clear sky,
and a city that did not go blind in the dark;
weight remember
XNUMX gram soldering
and sledges are heavy in the snow,
and a warm look, and that frost is severe,
and a girl
I can’t meet ...
Heavy snow
on fraternal graves
and the severity of the bombs, and on the asphalt the blood -
and since then
unable to accept soul
and light bread, and light love.
S. Botvinnik

[horus88]

People cry and sing
And they don’t hide their tearful faces.
Today in the city -
Salut!
Today Leningraders
Crying ...
(Yu. Voronov, January 27, 1944)

Great day for our hometown, all with a holiday, with a victory over death!

[Petr7]

Olga Berggolts

125 blockade grams with fire and blood in half

Leningrad poem

I

I remember the evening as a line:
December, fireless haze,
I carried bread in my hand home
and suddenly a neighbor meets me.
- Change to a dress, - he says, -
if you don’t want to change, give it as a friend.
The tenth day, as the daughter lies.
I do not bury. She needs a coffin.
They will put it together for bread.
Give it back. After all, you yourself gave birth ...-
And I said: - I won’t give it back .-
And the poor chunk squeezed harder.
“Give it back,” she asked, “you
she buried the child herself.
I brought flowers then
so you decorate the grave .-
... as if on the edge of the earth,
alone, in the darkness, in a fierce battle,
two women, we walked along
two mothers, two Leningrad girls.
And, obsessed, she
I prayed for a long time, bitterly, timidly.
And I had enough strength
don't cede my bread to the coffin.
And enough strength - bring
her to himself, whispering gloomily:
- On, eat a piece, eat ... I'm sorry!
I'm not sorry for the living - do not think .-
... Having lived in December, January, February,
I repeat with trembling happiness:
I'm not sorry for anything alive -
no tears, no joy, no passion.
Before your face, War
I take this oath
like an eternal life relay race,
what friends handed to me.
There are many of them - my friends,
friends of native Leningrad.
Oh, we would suffocate without them
in the tormenting ring of the blockade.

II

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

III

Oh yes - otherwise they could not
neither those fighters nor those drivers
when the trucks were driving
on the lake to a hungry city.
Cold, even moonlight
the snow shine frantically
and from the glass top
clearly visible to the enemy
downstairs columns.
And howls, howls the firmament
and whistles the air, and grinds,
under the bombs breaking ice
and the lake splashes in the funnels.
But enemy bombing is worse
even more painful and angry -
forty degree cold,
sovereign on earth.
It seemed that the sun would not rise.
Forever night in the frozen stars
forever moonlight and ice
and blue whistling air.
It seemed that the end of the earth ...
But through the cooled planet
cars went to Leningrad:
he is still alive. He is near somewhere.
To Leningrad, to Leningrad!
There was bread for two days
there mothers under the dark sky
crowd at the bakery stand
and tremble, and are silent, and wait,
listen anxiously:
- By dawn, they said they would bring ...
- Citizens, you can hold on ...-
And it was like this: all the way
The car back has settled.
The driver jumped up, the driver on the ice.
- Well, it is - the motor is stuck.
Repair for five minutes, nothing.
This breakdown is not a threat,
Yes, do not straighten your arms in any way
they were driven by frost in the steering wheel.
If you slightly accelerate, it will reduce again.
To stand? What about bread? Wait for others?
And the bread - two tons? He will save
sixteen thousand Leningraders .-
And now - in the hands of gas, he
dampened, set fire to them from the engine,
and quickly moved repair
in the driver’s burning hands.
Forward! How blisters whine
froze to the mittens of the palm.
But he will deliver bread, drive
to the bakery before dawn.
Sixteen thousand mothers
rations will be received at dawn -
one hundred twenty five blockade grams
with fire and blood in half.
... Oh, we learned in December -
not for nothing is it called a "sacred gift"
ordinary bread, and grave sin -
at least throw the baby to the ground:
with such human suffering
so much brotherly love
sanctified for us,
our daily bread, Leningrad.

IV

Bread came to us dear to life,
dear friendship of many to many.
Don't know yet on earth
worse and more joyful roads.
And I'm forever proud of you
my sister, a Muscovite Masha,
for your February journey here
in blockade to us, our dear.
Golden-eyed and strict
like a twig, thin pitched,
in huge Russian boots
in a strange sheepskin coat, with a revolver, -
and you were torn through death and ice
like everyone, is obsessed with anxiety, -
my homeland, my people
generous and beloved.
And you drove a car to us,
gifts full to the brim.
You knew I was alone now
my husband died, I'm starving.
But the same, the same as with me
the blockade made everyone.
And for you merged into one
and I and the grief of Leningrad.
And crying for me at night
you took at dawn
in liberated villages
parcels, letters and greetings.
She wrote down: "Do not forget:
Khokhrino village. Petrovs.
Go to the sink one hundred and one
to family. Say everyone is healthy
that Mitya was tormented by the enemy for a long time,
but the boy is alive, though very weak ... "
About a terrible captivity until the morning
women told you
and the bow was picked up in the yards,
in cold, ruined huts:
- You’ll bring it to St. Petersburg, sister.
Ask for forgiveness - what is rich ...-
And you were eager - forward, forward,
like a ray, with irresistible force.
My homeland, my people
my native blood - thanks!

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VI

So, full of love,
because of the ring, out of the darkness of separation
friends told us: "Live!"
friends held out their hands.
Frozen, on fire
in blood pierced by light
they handed you and me
one life relay race.
My happiness is immeasurable.
I calmly answer them:
- Friends, we accepted her,
we hold your baton.
We went through the days of winter.
In the crushing darkness of her torment
with all the strength of our hearts we lived
with all the light of creative daring.

Yes, we will not hide: these days
we ate earth, glue, belts;
but, having eaten a soup of belts,
the stubborn master stood up to the machine,
to sharpen the guns of the piece,
necessary war.
But he sharpened while the hand
could make movements.
And if it fell - at the machine,
how a soldier falls into battle.

And people listened to poetry,
more than ever - with deep faith
in apartments black as caves,
in deaf reproducers.

And with a freezing hand
in front of the smokehouse, in a hellish cold,
engraved engraver gray-haired
special order - Leningrad.
Barbed wire he
like a crown of thorns
around - around the edge - circled,
blockade harsh symbol.
In the ring, shoulder to shoulder, three of us -
child, woman, man,
under the bombs like in the rain
stand, eyes wide to the zenith.
And the inscription to the heart is dear, -
it’s not about reward,
she is calm and strict:
"I lived in Leningrad in the winter."
So we fought abroad
thy beloved Life!
And I, like you, - stubborn, evil, -
fought for them as best she could.
The soul, gaining strength, overcame
treacherous weakness of the body.
And I suffered a loss.
I don’t even touch the word -
such a pain ... And I could
like you, rise to life again.
Then, to fight again and again
for a life.

Death Carrier, Enemy -
again over every Leningrader
brings a forged fist.
But without worrying, not being afraid
I look in the eyes of future fights:
because you are with me, my country,
and not without reason - Leningrad.
So, with the relay of eternal life,
handed by you, homeland,
I am walking with you in one way
in the name of your peace
in the name of the future son
and a bright song for him.

For far midnight happy
her cherished mine
I folded impatiently
now, in blockade and in battle.
Isn't war going for her?
Is it not for Leningraders?
still fight, and take courage,
and take revenge without measure? Here she is:

- Hello, godson
red commanders
dear messenger
messenger of the world ...

You will have quiet dreams
battles subsided in the land of the night.
The people of heaven are no longer afraid
sky lit by the moon.

In the blue-blue depth of the ether
young clouds are floating.
Over the grave of the red commanders
wise blackthorn blossoms.
You wake up in blooming land
getting up not for battle - for labor.
You will hear the swallows singing:
swallows returned to the city.

They make nests - and they’re not afraid!
They are flying in a broken wall, under the window:
the nest will hold on tight,
people will no longer leave the house.

So pure is human joy now
as if touched the world again.
Hello my son, my life, reward,
hello victorious love!

June - July 1942

[yasvet]

Happy Holiday, beloved city!
This is joy with tears in his eyes.
Before the war, there was a brick factory where the Victory Park was in Moscow, during the blockade, in its furnaces they burned the fallen Leningraders, and the ashes into sand pits that became ponds ...
May the horrors of war never be repeated!
Eternal Glory to the feat of Leningraders!

[Magog]

My aunt (my father’s sister) miraculously survived the blockade. She served in the air defense units of the city. I remember starting to talk about the Blockade: two or three words and comes in sobs! Lost a loved one: died on the Leningrad front. So all her life she lived alone ... neither her children, nor grandchildren.

[yasvet]

The day of complete liberation from the fascist blockade

[Batonkt]

Yesterday, a child brought from school a card to receive a piece of bread 125 gr. In the dining room they were given this piece for free and the card was given back. They had a lesson about the Siege of Leningrad. Talked about Tanya Savicheva. In short, they work correctly in school. In all, it would be so if we did not have knees-kinship not remembering.