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Memorial near Rzhev: on the history of the project

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On the occasion of the 75th anniversary of the Victory in the Great Patriotic War, memorial complexes that were restored or built from scratch were opened throughout Russia. One of the largest and most impressive is the Rzhev Memorial. It is dedicated to the fallen Soviet soldiers during the battle of Rzhev, which lasted with varying degrees of intensity from January 1942 to March 1943.


Until now, historians have been arguing about what losses the Red Army suffered in battles near Rzhev. According to the estimated theory, the total number of people killed and wounded amounted to about 1 million people. This is a huge number. And to perpetuate the memory of the dead Soviet soldiers it is difficult to call it a sacred duty for modern Russia.

The Rzhev Memorial is dedicated to all those who stopped and bloodless the Hitler Army Group Center.

The Tactic Media channel published material on how the preparations for the opening of the Rzhev Memorial went, what works were carried out, who was part of the team of authors of a large complex in the Tver Region.

The main idea of ​​the authors was to create a large growth figure of a Soviet soldier, which should be both majestic and soaring in space. The idea eventually found its embodiment.

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  1. Sergey39
    Sergey39 6 July 2020 14: 43
    +3
    The stands of the monument must be painted in the color of the sky.
    1. qQQQ
      qQQQ 6 July 2020 15: 29
      +4
      Quote: Sergey39
      The stands of the monument must be painted in the color of the sky.

      It makes sense when the sky is clear. In any other weather, it will be very contrasting and not in the best way, and so the racks are washed away by flying cranes.
  2. Uncle lee
    Uncle lee 6 July 2020 14: 43
    +8
    Lyrics of Mikhail Nozhkin - Under the City of Rzhev

    Under Rzhev from blood, grass turned red for ages,
    Near Rzhev, nightingales are still singing crazy
    About how near Rzhev, under the small town of Rzhev,
    Great, long, heavy fights were ...

    Under Rzhev, battles didn’t stop at night and day,
    And the enemy was dressed and shod and strong and cruel,
    Under Rzhev, the circle ring was contracting
    And ours fell from their feet from bullets and from hunger.

    Under the Rzhev swamps, all over swamps,
    Quagmire and bumps, yes pits and rare willow.
    And in these swamps without an account, without an account, without an account
    The heroes of our desperate attacks crashed!

    Under Rzhev in a bloody, lead, continuous whirl
    The glorious children of the native land did not flinch
    They rushed into the breakthrough of the encirclement by the Death Valley,
    And in this valley they gained their immortality!

    ..And now a grain field is swaying in the valley,
    And now in the valley they’re triple harvesting,

    And there underground in three layers, three layers, three layers -
    soldiers, soldiers, soldiers of Russia lie ...

    And now everyone is waiting for them at home, everyone is waiting - they won’t wait,
    In the hearts of relatives, an unfinished battle is in full swing,
    And at home everyone believes, hopes - suddenly let them come back!
    Though in songs, even in thoughts, even in fairy tales, they’ll return home ...

    Under Rzhev from blood, grass turned red for ages,
    Near Rzhev, nightingales are still singing crazy,
    About how near Rzhev, under the small town of Rzhev
    Great, long, heavy fights were ...
    1. Nasrat
      Nasrat 6 July 2020 14: 46
      11
      I am killed under Rzhev,
      In an unchanged swamp,
      In the fifth company, on the left,
      With a cruel raid.
      I did not hear the rupture,
      I did not see that flash, -
      Like a precipice from a cliff -
      And neither the bottom nor the tires.
      And in all this world,
      Until the end of his days,
      Neither loops, nor crochets
      From my tunic.
      I am where the roots are blind
      They look for food in the darkness;
      I am where with a cloud of dust
      Rye walks on a hill;
      I am where the cock crow
      At dawn the dew;
      I am where your cars are
      The air is torn on the highway;
      Where a blade of grass to a blade of grass
      The grass river spins, -
      There, where at the wake
      Even the mother will not come.

      Count, live,
      How long ago
      Was at the front for the first time
      Named suddenly Stalingrad.
      The front burned, not abating,
      As on the body of the scar.
      I'm dead and I do not know,
      Is our Rzhev finally?
      Did our
      There, on the Middle Don? ..
      This month was terrible,
      It was all at stake.
      Is it possible until autumn?
      There was already Don
      And at least wheels
      Did he escape to the Volga?
      No it is not true. Tasks
      That did not win the enemy!
      No, no! Otherwise
      Even to the dead - how?
      And the dead, mute,
      There is only one joy:
      We fell for our country,
      But she is saved.
      Our eyes faded,
      The flame of the heart went out,
      On Earth in Verification
      Do not call us.
      We have our own fighting
      Do not wear the Order.
      You - all this, alive.
      We are pleased with one thing:
      What was not in vain struggled
      We are for motherland.
      May our voice not be heard
      You must know him.
      You should have been, brothers,
      Stand, like a wall,
      For the curse of the dead -
      This penalty is terrible.
      This is a formidable right
      It’s forever given to us, -
      And after us it is -
      This is a bitter right.
      In the summer, in the forty-second,
      I'm buried without a grave.
      Everything that happened afterwards,
      Death deprived me.
      To all that, perhaps, long ago
      You are accustomed and clear,
      But yes it will be
      With our faith according to.

      Brothers, maybe you
      And Don did not lose,
      And in the rear of Moscow
      For her, they died.
      And in the Volga region
      Hastily digging trenches,
      And with the fighting came
      To the limit of Europe.
      We need to know
      What was, of course,
      That last span
      On the road military.
      That last span,
      What if you leave,
      That stepped backwards
      The leg has nowhere to put.
      That feature of depth,
      Behind which rose
      Because of your back
      The flames of forges of the Urals.
      And the enemy turned
      You are to the west, back.
      Maybe twinned,
      And Smolensk already taken?
      And the enemy you smash
      On another line,
      Maybe you are to the border
      Approached already!
      Maybe ... Yes, come true
      The word of the holy oath! -
      Berlin, if you remember,
      He was named after Moscow.
      Brothers now spoiled
      The fortress of the enemy land,
      If dead, fallen
      If only we could cry!
      If volleys victorious
      Us, the dumb and the deaf,
      We are eternally devoted,
      Resurrected for a moment, -
      Oh, true comrades,
      Only then b on the warrior
      Your happiness is immense
      You comprehended completely.
      In him, that happiness, the indisputable
      Our blood part,
      Our, torn by death,
      Faith, hatred, passion.
      Our everything! Do not be sullied
      We are in a severe struggle,
      All having given, they did not leave
      Nothing to myself.

      All of you are listed
      Forever, not for a period.
      And alive not in reproach
      This voice is our imaginable.
      Brothers, in this war
      We did not know the differences:
      Those that are alive, that have fallen -
      We were on a par with.
      And no one before us
      Of the living not in debt,
      Who is the hand of our banner
      Picked up on the run,
      To the sacred thing,
      For the Soviet government
      Also, maybe, accurately
      A step further to fall.
      I am killed under Rzhev,
      He is still near Moscow.
      Somewhere, warriors, where you are,
      Who stayed alive?
      In cities of millions,
      In the villages, at home in the family?
      In combat garrisons
      Not on our land?
      Ah, its own. alien,
      All in the flowers of il in the snow ...
      I will bequeath your life, -
      What more can I do?
      Bequeathed to that life
      You are happy to be
      And my homeland homeland
      With honor to continue to serve.
      To grieve proudly
      Do not bend your head,
      Rejoicing - Not Boasting
      In the hour of victory itself.
      And take care of her holy
      Brothers, your happiness -
      In memory of a warrior-brother,
      What died for her.


      A. Twardowski
    2. Boris ⁣ Shaver
      Boris ⁣ Shaver 6 July 2020 14: 48
      0
      Quote: Uncle Lee
      The glorious children of the native land did not flinch

      The monument does not correspond to these lines at all.
      Hands down, ponura head, blurred silhouette.
      I do not like
      1. The leader of the Redskins
        The leader of the Redskins 6 July 2020 15: 21
        +2
        He mourns ... Mourns for the fallen, ascending into heaven ...
        1. Boris ⁣ Shaver
          Boris ⁣ Shaver 6 July 2020 17: 43
          -2
          Quote: Leader of the Redskins
          Mourns for the fallen

          Remember most of the Soviet monuments: strength, rigor, a look into the future for victory. A monument for that and a monument that should remind of something. Soviet similar monuments reminded us of the feat of those who laid their heads for their homeland. And what is the author of this monument trying to remind us of? The fact that they grieve over the dead? It is unnecessary to remind of this.

          Why did he drop his hands? This is a lie, he did not let them down - he fought to the last. Thanks to this, we won.

          Quote: Leader of the Redskins
          ascending to heaven

          In the composition of the monument - he does not ascend, he disappears, disintegrates. The author of the monument destroys it.

          Does anyone, dying in battle, would like to be remembered like that? Drowsy, drooping hands, falling apart, disappearing?
          1. Andy
            Andy 6 July 2020 18: 32
            +5
            You are not right. He dies, a soul in the form of cranes ascend to heaven. What look should be if not sad? And he didn’t stop his hands - he holds a machine gun
            1. Boris ⁣ Shaver
              Boris ⁣ Shaver 6 July 2020 18: 39
              -2
              Quote: Andy
              What look should be if not sad?

              "serene, pensive and even detached"
              This, attention, quote from the author
              this monument. This is a peaceful, thoughtful and even detached look. And you all write about grief and sorrow.

              And what really should be the image of the war killed in the battle for the Motherland - I wrote above.

              Quote: Andy
              he didn’t stop his hands - he holds a machine gun

              He lowered his arms.
      2. qQQQ
        qQQQ 6 July 2020 15: 25
        +3
        Quote: Boris ⁣Razor
        Hands down, ponura head, blurred silhouette.
        I do not like

        The idea and execution is just class!
      3. tovarich-andrey.62goncharov
        tovarich-andrey.62goncharov 6 July 2020 16: 16
        +3
        Your right. But the head is not lowered down. This is sorrow.
      4. AU Ivanov.
        AU Ivanov. 6 July 2020 16: 24
        +3
        This is a monument to the fallen.
  3. Vladimir Mashkov
    Vladimir Mashkov 6 July 2020 15: 18
    +6
    A grandiose monument and a majestic memorial. Touching the soul of every real Russian.
  4. senima56
    senima56 6 July 2020 16: 10
    +5
    Very beautiful, worthy monument! Thanks to the creators! (Only the fence there is completely superfluous!)
  5. Engineer
    Engineer 7 July 2020 09: 35
    -1
    The Union erected monuments to soldiers; modern Russia erects monuments to spirits. Cranes, pigeons and carnations instead of red stars. And there, May 9 will not be a holiday, but a day of sorrow, as in Europe.
    1. Boris ⁣ Shaver
      Boris ⁣ Shaver 7 July 2020 14: 56
      -1
      Quote: Engineer
      And there, May 9 will not be a holiday, but a day of sorrow as in Europe

      They are working on that. Defended his land - tribulation. Maybe next time you’ll think about it and you won’t resist the will of the racially civilized gentlemen so as not to grieve later.
    2. Andy
      Andy 8 July 2020 13: 48
      0
      Quote: Engineer
      The Union erected monuments to soldiers; modern Russia erects monuments to spirits. Cranes, pigeons and carnations instead of red stars. And there, May 9 will not be a holiday, but a day of sorrow, as in Europe.

      May 9 Victory Day is the day of the end of the terrible war where the fate of our country and its population was decided, the day of remembrance of those who did not live to see it, those who won that terrible war. and you can see the Brazilian carnival give ... I will remind you of the words from the song, "This is a holiday with tears in my eyes." As for "cranes / monuments to spirits" as you put it offensively, I will remind you of Mark Bernes "Cranes" that a soldier is not a soulless machine. Note this from the Soviet period.
  6. novel66
    novel66 8 July 2020 12: 17
    0
    but will not some apologists remind me - who was there commanding something?
    1. c2020
      c2020 28 July 2020 11: 18
      0
      This is not a memorial or a monument - this is a disgusting, insulting caricature of the fallen Soviet soldiers, of their feat. I have not seen a dirtier insinuation to the Great Victory. Shame!
      1. novel66
        novel66 28 July 2020 12: 16
        +1
        one author said well here; intelligentsia - complete freedom of self-expression (which immediately led to the degradation of culture and art),
        1. c2020
          c2020 29 July 2020 07: 42
          0
          I would amplify. This is not just a degradation of culture and art. This is a mockery of the memory of the fallen defenders of our country.