Natalia Bode

Final photo selection of works

Red Army soldier N.V. Gorbach - portrait. Red Army soldier N.V. Gorbach, who sat in the trench under the enemy a tank











Hero anti-aircraft gunner. Senior Sergeant A. Korolev shot down 6 enemy aircraft with fire from his anti-aircraft guns in the first days of the July battles. In the photo: senior sergeant A. Korolev and senior lieutenant I. Devaev at a downed German aircraft. That’s all that was left of the German, said senior Sergeant Korolyov, handing over battery charge to the commander of the battery, Devayeva, to the German pilot.




General Batov


Evgeny Dolmatovsky in the war

















Front (1943) Portraits (genre) Nat.Baude at work

Germany
Weimar (1945) Return to peaceful life. The soldiers dismantle the shelter of the monument to Heinrich Heine. In the Goethe Museum

Chronicle of occupied Germany ... (life goes on)






Germany (summer, 1945) A happy couple - N. Bode and Eug. Dolmatovsky




Germany (summer, 1945) Soviet officers





Germany (summer, 1945). The victorious warriors try beer ...


Germany (1945). Eug. Dolmatovsky

Comments

[Terrible ensign]

Thank you!
I save galleries in a personal archive.

[Alexandr2510]

Thanks for the photo!

[Vanek]

Especially the kids in the stroller ... Smiled.

Wife gave out yesterday. Cars washed. And in mine, on the mirror, the St. George ribbon is tied. I’m freaking out at all, she shouts to me: - Bring a knife, cut it off. Guys, what was there, what was ...

And the ribbon weighs ...

Thanks for the photo.

[Armata]

Quote: Vanek

Wife gave out yesterday. Cars washed. And in mine, on the mirror, the St. George ribbon is tied. I’m freaking out at all, she shouts to me: - Bring a knife, cut it off. Guys, what was there, what was ...

Hello Vanya. I also have a ribbon on the mirror in the cabin. My even afraid to pull her hands to her, she knows that then there will be no problems.

[Vladimirets]

I have no questions, moreover, she herself brought me a ribbon.

[Stannifer]

Some photos in the section "Chronicle of Occupied Germany" Prague.

[George]

Quote: stannifer

Some photos in the section "Chronicle of Occupied Germany" Prague.

That's right.
Photo where Dolmatovsky with an unknown officer tasting beer, made in Vienna.

[RoadRunner]

In the third photo from the end of the historical moment for the Soviet car industry - the "birth" of the 3th Moskvich.

[Kovrovsky]

Thanks to this heroic woman, we can touch those harsh years!

[zWary]

Really heroic.

[ImPerts]

Do not forget those formidable years
When the Volga water was boiling,
The earth was drowning in the fury of fire
And there was not a night and not a day.
We fought along the Volga shores,
Enemy divisions marched on the Volga,
But our great soldier survived,
But the immortal Stalingrad survived.
Let us bow to the great years
To those glorious commanders and fighters,
And the marshals of the country, and the rank and file,
Worship both the dead and the living
To all those that must not be forgotten,
We bow to our friends!
All the world, all the people, all the earth,
Worship for that great battle!
Year after year,
From battle to battle again ...
Salutes took off again over Moscow.
And, having completed the Victory War,
We returned the planet to the whole spring.
That great mortal battle is over
The sky is turning blue peacefully above you
Above our eternal mother river
Above the glorious soldier's head.
Let us bow to the great years
To those glorious commanders and fighters,
And the marshals of the country, and the rank and file,
Worship the dead and the living
To all those that must not be forgotten,
Worship, bow, friends!
Let us bow to the great years
To those glorious commanders and fighters,
And the marshals of the country, and the rank and file,
Worship both the dead and the living
To all those that must not be forgotten,
We bow to our friends!
All the world, all the people, all the earth
Worship for that great battle!
All the world, all the people, all the earth
Let us bow down for that great battle.
http://www.moskva.fm/artist/%E8%EE%F1%E8%F4_%EA%EE%E1%E7%EE%ED/song_1206522

[papss]

Not people, but Giants ... All the same, what is the face of our man ... and kindness and courage ... what pride takes for them ... But there was a terrible war, death, grief, devastation everywhere ... the enemy at home the earth ...

[RoTTor]

A bow to the wonderful and heroic photo correspondent !!! Thanks to the one who unveiled these masterpieces!

[Iraclius]

I’ll probably say heresy, but I can’t resist ... From many photos of that terrible time there comes such a powerful positive message that is not even mentioned in everyday life. It is possible that the matter is the skill of the photographer, and it is possible that we have lost a lot in our souls. Thanks to the author! I take photos to my personal archive.

[cobalt]

Such photo exhibitions need to be done in cities on May 9, in squares. The country must know about its suffering victory, about the exploits of its ancestors.

[Sochi]

Absolutely agree. AND I THINK IT VERY NECESSARY.

[Svyatoslavovich]

SONG OF MILITARY CORRESPONDENTS

There is no such place from Moscow to Brest
Wherever we roam in the dust
With a watering can and a notebook, or even with a machine gun,
Through the fire and cold we passed.

You won’t make a song without a sip, comrades
So let's have a little bread
Let's drink for the writers, drink for the filmmakers,
Let's drink to those who walked under fire.

We have a reason to drink for a military war,
For U-two for Emka, for success,
They walked on foot, pushed like a shoulder,
How we kept pace before everyone else.

From the winds and the cold, we began to sing worse
But we will tell those who rebuke
With our roam, with our roam,
With our fight at least a year.

Where we were, they didn’t give us tanks,
But we never lost
On a pickup truck and with one gun
The first to enter the city.

Let's drink for the victory, for our newspaper,
But we won’t live, my dear,
Someone will hear, someone will write,
Someone will remember us with you.

There is no such place from Moscow to Brest
Wherever we roam in the dust
With a watering can and a notebook, or even with a machine gun,
Through the fire and cold we passed.

Let's drink for the victory, for our newspaper,
But we won’t live, my dear,
Someone will hear, someone will write,
Someone will remember us with you.

[zWary]

Thank. Great photo selection. More and more should be placed on the Internet.

[mithridate]

more photographs need to be published