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The very young woman knew the war of the Siberian Alexander Arkhipovna Mankovskaya. In June, 1942, she was called up and was taken to 33-th Far Eastern Naval Hospital. There, together with the same young sailors, she took the wounded from the ships, rendered them first aid, took care of them, and kept her combat watch.

Then, as part of the 241 military unit of the Far Eastern Army, Alexander participated in the liberation of Manchuria. The war for Alexandra Arkhipovna ended 3 September 1945 of the year after the surrender of Japan.

She was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War of the II degree, the medal "For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945."

When part of them returned to the place of deployment, A.A. Mankovskaya continued to serve. It so happened that here she met her fate. Military warehouse, which she headed, came to seal the gallant military officer, tanker, past three wars: Finnish, Russian and Japanese. They met, and a strong family was born. Together with her husband, a career officer, and three sons, she still had to live in garrisons in Chita, Grozny, Leningrad.

Love Evdokia and Ivan

Evdokia Yakovlevna Shishikina on Upper Don abandoned military fate. Before the war, Dusya Komashko (Shishikina) lived in Ukraine in the Cherkassy region, which from the beginning of the Great Patriotic War until the year 1943 was occupied by the fascists. When the region was liberated by the Soviet Army, many girls were mobilized and sent to study in Kharkov. So Evdokia became a military signaller and got into the 453-his separate anti-aircraft artillery division, which guarded railway junctions, bridges. In 1944, the division was redeployed to Czechoslovakia.

Evdokia was a signalman on the switch in the battalion, which had three batteries. When the Nazi raids occurred, the girl under the bombing had to keep in touch these batteries. It was scary, but she did her job honestly. War is war, but people also met, fell in love and made families in war. After all, "the times are not chosen, they live and die in them." Could not choose another time for love and Dusya and Ivan. They met on the arduous military way the Ukrainian girl and Cossack from the Rostov region.

After the victory, Senior Sergeant Ivan Shishikin took his beloved from Ukraine to Upper Don, to the village of Migulinskaya, where they lived happily for more than 50 years, raised three children, five grandchildren, and waited for their great-grandchildren. Unfortunately, Ivan Mikhaylovich passed away 17 years ago. And Evdokia Yakovlevna, having crossed the line of the 90 anniversary, continues to delight and support her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren.

Reach Berlin

When Zaporozhye, the birthplace of Evdokia Danilovna Gladkova, was liberated in the autumn of 1943, she began working as a nurse in an evacuation hospital, who arrived in her native Yurkovka from the city of Rtishchevo, Saratov Region. With this hospital number XXUMX, Dusch will then go all the way to Berlin. She, like her friends who worked with her, did not go into battle, could not take out the wounded from the battlefield. These young girls showed their daily heroism here in the hospital, when they did not depart from the dying fighters day and night, when they donated their blood for them, wishing to by all means wrest them from the arms of death, when they nursed, raised the hopeless, again become operational. They fed, washed, kept clean and possible in conditions of war comfort, wrote letters to the relatives of the fighters, supported, did not let them, crippled, lose heart.

At the end of 1944, young Dusya found her destiny for a lifetime in the hospital, meeting artilleryman Alexei Gladkov, with whom they lived together for almost 50 years, raised three worthy children, and waited for their grandchildren. With her hospital, Dusya went through the war roads through the Chernihiv region, Western Ukraine, Poland, and Germany. In the city of Cottbus near Berlin on the night from 8 to 9 in May, she learned that the Germans had capitulated.

And on May 13, their hospital relocated to Prague, where hostilities were still going on and our soldiers were dying. Already after the victory.

E.D. Gladkova was awarded the medals "For the capture of Berlin", "For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945.", "For the liberation of Prague."

Taisia ​​Tsygankova recalls

In the village of Kazan was then three streets. Lower called Kamenka. Along it along the Don there were many houses with gardens and gardens. Life is already getting better. He worked as a bakery, raymag was opened, a tank farm was built, steamboats went along the Don, they grew bread on collective and state farms.

My father Stefan Sidorovich Tsygankov worked as a driver in a lorry, drove loads. But this happy time was interrupted - a brutal war began. I remember well the farewell, when everyone saw off their loved one to the war. Crying and moaning stood over the Don. My mom and I accompanied dad. He barely tore us from himself. The ferry left, and since then we have not seen our loved ones for very long, and some have not waited at all.

Each soldier had his own fate. Often came funerals. Cried mother and wife. We all listened to messages on the radio.

The enemy captured more and more new cities and villages and approached us. Horror gripped everyone when the evacuation was announced. We loaded some bags, knots on the cow and went somewhere. There were refugees with children from afar. In the village of Kazan, all the streets were dug by trenches and ditches. They were military with military guns. On the streets Tanks, cars. These structures stretched along the coast for kilometers down and up the Don. I remember when enemy planes suddenly appeared, the rumble did not subside day and night, bombs were dropped. But our soldiers survived, did not give our damned German our village. Although from it there were only broken huts and pits after the bombing.

After some time, ours launched an offensive and with great battles and losses drove the enemy out of the area. I remember how to us in Lopatin, where we were in evacuation, drove the captive Italians. They were locked up in a barn on a volovna, where they were sitting on straw, and we, the children, ran to watch and threw them potatoes in their uniforms. They were hungry like dogs. They did not receive the promised good life from the Germans, but received death on their heads.

Soon they were sent to Boguchar.

Yes, and we did not get around hunger. People had neither bread nor salt. I remember how our Kazan Raymag was bombed out, and salt was stored in the basements of the wooden boxes. For days there were people from all the farms to the broken Raymagu. The military dismantled the passage to the basement window, and we all climbed through the window to collect salt mixed with mud. Ate that grew in kitchen gardens, gardens. Someone had their own cows. So they survived.

In Kazan from the first days of fighting, the hospital worked. The wounded, who could, came here themselves. But mostly they were taken, accompanied by medical staff in cars, carts under a white flag and a red cross. I remember how we wore food to the wounded, who could what: milk, fruit from the garden.

And our mothers went to the hospital to work. They washed dirty laundry, bloody bandages. Not all wounded managed to survive. Many died and were buried in gardens on the land of the Don. Then they were re-buried in mass graves in our cemeteries. We do not know the names of many of those who gave their lives, freeing the Upper Don land.

Rarely did the fathers return from the war and were healthy and workable, so our mothers solved all life problems. All lived poorly, went to school in their trousers and shirts, in plain shoes. In the farmer schools of the right bank, they also dressed in trophy uniforms that were made for a child. In summer, the uniform consisted of only panties. All ran barefoot, and staple chirik shoes were worn only when it was necessary to watch cows, sheep, calves and other agricultural works, where there was a sting: in the field, in the meadow, in the steppe ... From those whose fathers died in war, tuition fees were not taken.

Dunyasha Vyalikova

Vyalikova Evdokia Andreevna was eleven years old when they came to the farm of Kalmykovsky, now Krasnoarmeysky, the Germans and Italians. It was very scary.

The first fascist raid aviation, which destroyed the stationary bridge over the Don, was made in early July 1942. And then began the bombing and shelling of the village of Kazan and the farms of the whole Pridonia. The banks of the Don were pitted with all kinds of defensive structures characteristic of the front line.

Their family, like many other families, was expelled from their own homes. While in the farm hosted by the Nazis, the locals lived in barns. Farmers were taken food, poultry, cattle, forced to serve themselves.

And when the Red Army launched an offensive, the Germans, along with the Italians, hurriedly fled from the hamlet. One of them, grandmother Dusya recalls, took a white sheet in the outer house, tied it to a rifle and raised a “white flag”.

The hour of reckoning with the enemy on the land of the Don began on November 19, 1942, with the advance of our troops at Stalingrad. From December 18, the Italians who occupied our area, under the active influence of the 17 and 24 of the Soviet tank corps, ran out of the habitable smokers. Tens of thousands of heat-loving Italians forever rest the frosts in the Don steppes and covered snow blizzards. It was well shown in the movie "Sunflowers".

The Germans were driven out, but the war was still going on, and the front had to be helped. Grandma Dusya, together with women, old men and teenagers, worked in the field, drove grain with the girlfriend to the village of Meshkovskaya with bulls. They unloaded, dragged bags. A lot of other hard work had to be done by the children of war.

Dusse fell in the war years to work more and postman. With what impatience women waited at her houses with her news from the front. Father of grandmother Dusi Medkov Andrei Danilovich fought at this time. He went through the entire Great Patriotic War, had awards that, unfortunately, were not preserved, was a participant in the civil and Finnish wars, returned from the forty-fifth war. But her elder brother, Medkov Kirill Andreevich, was killed, he served in the troops of the NKVD. Other relatives do not know the details. Another Medkov brother, Peter Andreevich, also died in a train that was bombed by German planes on the way to the front. For her work during the war years, Evdokia Andreevna was awarded jubilee medals and the medal "For Valiant Labor".

Anna Maksimova

Anna Filippovna Maksimova from the generation of children of war. And she fell to the lot, together with her fellow countrymen, to go through the difficult times of the enemy occupation. In the summer of 1942, the fascists, striving for Stalingrad, occupied the Remontnensky District of the Rostov Region, where Anna's family lived at that time. Father and elder brother Vasily were at the front, fighting, and in the rear even small children, old men and women worked tirelessly on the labor front. At home with my mother, three more children were mala mala less: Alexander 1929, Anna 1931 and Lida 1936 year of birth.

Ani's children's memory captured in detail how, before the occupation, the collective farmers evacuated livestock from their livestock area to the interior of the country, how they worked in the fields day and night. In 12 years, Anya herded collective farm sheep, and when 13 turned, in the spring she became a driver of bulls on plowing. The guys were two years older than the plow. They plowed until the furrow was visible, then the bulls were harnessed and driven to pasture, where an old grandfather looked after them. From there, about three kilometers, hungry and tired children walked home.

They dined in the brigade with an empty soup, and at home a meager supper awaited them. And early in the morning they were again poisoned in the field. Then haying began, after it was cleaned: they mowed the bread, made straw in the fields. And in the winter they took her to the farm. Anna Filippovna remembers how the Germans came to the village and at the meeting they chose the headman and the policemen from the locals. With tears, the old man elected the elder rejected the “position”.

The most terrible test during the war for Ani was a serious illness of her mother. Having overstrained the hard work, the woman in winter of forty-three came to bed. And the girl had to do all the household chores. At the prompt, my mother did everything herself. I cooked food, looked after my brother and sister, cleaned the house, fed, watered, milked the cow.

After work, they ran to visit the sick girlfriend of hers and as a woman roared together. Her father wrote from the front so that she would hold on, not die, promised when she returned, she would do everything to cure her. Anna Filippovna remembers when spring came, mother brought spring water. And as if with this water she was cured. Having overcome all these severe trials, then my mother lived for a long time until 85 years.

And the father, who passed the war roads from Stalingrad to Berlin, returned only in September 1945. Towards evening, it was already getting dark, he was walking on his way home. Anna first saw him, found out and threw herself on his neck. Brother Vasily also fought valiantly, and his fate kept him. In the summer of 1945, he took part in the post-war parade of winners on Red Square in Moscow. Vasily was demobilized in 1951 year. Only then did the family come together.
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  1. atos_kin
    atos_kin 7 October 2015 07: 55 New
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    Sorry, no photo.
  2. Barboskin
    Barboskin 7 October 2015 08: 37 New
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    We will not forget you, we are proud of you! Thank you for the article.
  3. Volga Cossack
    Volga Cossack 7 October 2015 15: 38 New
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    Insightful article! thank!!!! Eternal Glory to You Girls !!!! Grandmother in the war under Lepel partisan with Grandfather.
  4. moskowit
    moskowit 7 October 2015 19: 08 New
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    My Mom was called on February 24 1942 of the year. Demobilized by decree from 23.06.1945 year. For the entire Great War in the Red Army, Red Army and the NKVD was called 980000 women. Unfortunately, not all of them were able to return home ... Eternal to them Memory and Glory! All who fought the deepest bow!
    My mother, Ekaterina Fedorovna, is now 92 of the year.
    I present a photo of the war. Take a look at their beautiful, inspired faces. Form without shoulder straps. Filmed in 1942 year.