In the year when the war began, he was 16 years old. At first, his mother did not worry, thinking that the youngster would not be taken to the front. But her son had a fighting temper. Learning that the fascists without warning had treacherously attacked the Soviet Union, he immediately went to the military registration and enlistment office. I came, and there were huge crowds: who was being called for, who was rushing into battle.
George Ivakhnenko boldly entered the building. There were peasants who already smelled gunpowder in the First World War and civilians, and with a smile on their face they were telling the youth: “And where did you gather? Don’t fight the German? Yes, you still suck milk! "
After each phrase there was a loud laugh. But the young guys did not change their decision. The military commissar, with a paternal glance, said: “It is too early for you to go to the meat grinder. Here, too, someone needs to work in order to feed the army and make projectiles. ”
He understood that their time would come soon. When he returned home, George grieved: "How is that, because I want to protect the Motherland and my family, but they refuse, do not take." And the thought of escaping to the front crept into the boy's head, I thought that if he got there, no one would send him back. Why, only the younger sister became seriously ill, and the mother was difficult alone.
Meanwhile, German troops came close to Kiev. The population of Ukraine was quickly evacuated, and the family of the grandfather went to the village to visit relatives. The road was hard, went on foot, when there was an opportunity, traveled by train. Pedestrian columns were constantly bombed, they ate rarely, sometimes they did not have the strength to go. When they reached the village, they saw broken houses; there was practically no population. But there was nothing to do, stayed there.
And he again went to the nearest military registration and enlistment office to find out how to get to the front. He was admitted to the commissariat and a day later he was sent to the Grozny military infantry school.
He managed to say goodbye to his mother and sister, the boy's heart sank, because he could never see them again. The road was long, at the end of 1941, George Denisovich arrived in the Caucasus, where he graduated from a three-month infantry course. Here they were taught everything that could be useful in battle.
He was a good shooter, but war is not just a fight. I had to learn how to sew, wind up a footcloth, provide first aid, and much more. They were trained in military affairs by officers who rushed to the front and were even a little jealous of these inexperienced youths. Everyone knew why they were preparing these soldiers. The main goal of the military plan on the southern front was to seize Grozny, Baku, which provided 75-80 percent fuel for the front. In this regard, everything was done to strengthen the defense of the Caucasus. The fights there were fierce, the Soviet troops had nothing to defend.
In the summer of 1942, trained young soldiers were sent to the front straight from the school. He was seventeen and a half. He stood in line, and his rifle dragged along the ground. When he talked about this later at home, everyone’s heart sank. Very young guys were sent to hell, they had not yet seen life, but they learned what death is. Baptism in force took place in August under Mozdok.
“Oddly enough, we did not feel fear. In those days, the education of the military-patriotic spirit was at the highest level. We believed in the state, in the most difficult situations, with the words “For the Motherland!” Engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Love for the country was paramount. The main thing for us is to win. People fighting for the holy cause are not afraid of death. ”
The Germans outnumbered manpower and military equipment. Given the young age of most of our soldiers, the enemies were also physically stronger. But our fighters resisted, and the German army was forced to retreat. The feeling of this small victory was so strong that I did not want to eat or sleep, but only to go into battle, albeit not equal, albeit at the cost of life. Homeland had to be liberated at all costs. A few days later a hard battle took place, the Germans had a huge amount tanksbut ours didn’t give up. Georgy Ivakhnenko also excelled in this battle. Taking the machine gun of the murdered comrade, he did not stop firing at the tanks, as a result, one caught fire. For a modest feat he was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War II degree. And there were several such small but important victories on his front road, he never boasted about them, he said that this was only a meager part of what he wanted to do to win. Each is destined to have their own destiny. Some go through the whole war to the end and nothing happens to them. Others die on the day of the first battle.
The division in which he fought, moved forward. In a long and hard battle he was wounded, he lay on the field, heard nothing and did not understand. Just saw how everyone flees through a cloud of dust, and many fall, struck down by fascist bullets. When it was over, the orderlies went across the battlefield, they found it all in blood and unconscious. He woke up in the hospital, the doctors said something to him, but he did not hear anything. George realized that he was contused and badly wounded.
The most annoying - he can not continue to beat the Germans. Then he fell ill with typhoid fever, which was rampant everywhere. Orderlies burned his belongings and many documents. Georgy Denisovich felt very bad, was weak, but the hope of returning to the front did not leave him.
In the summer of 1943, when the German forces were rapidly retreating, he was discharged, but the wound made itself felt. He was declared unfit for military service and sent to rebuild Donbas mines. As in that song it is sung: “The days of work are hot, like fighting, in the life of a guy they made a sharp turn. To work hot, on the good things, a young Donetsk guy came out into the steppe. ” Arrived in Izvarino, from there he was sent to the mine "Krasnodar". He was respected by all who knew him. The strength of the spirit of this man prevailed over any feeling, he was not afraid of pain, fatigue and, it seemed, nothing at all. Probably, who saw the war, that little can be frightened. But even the strongest person can buckle their feet with the terrible news of the death of children. After the war there was a very difficult time, hunger, diseases took people away. So two kids from Ivakhnenko died of meningitis, only a daughter remained. After several years of work became the head of the site, and then the mine. He was fond of hunting, built his own house. He loved his wife, daughter Valentina, and grandchildren very much. He also liked to visit Volgograd, because it was from this point that the Great Victory began.
As his wife told, he dreamed of the war to the end of his life, and in a dream he shouted, jumped up, even after tens of years he could not forget all that he had to endure. He loved to play the accordion, his favorite song was “Eh, roads, dust and fog ...” In moments of anguish, he took the accordion and sang: “My friend lies dead in the weeds ...” Tears flowed in his cheeks, comrades died in his eyes , and he could not help them. George Denisovich died on July 11 of the year 1987.
Soldier with the surname Petlura
Ivan Mikhailovich Petlyura was hardly a relative of the famous ataman. However, I don’t have reliable information on this score, as there are no living people who knew Ivan Mikhailovich Petlyura’s combat past well. Bit by bit, I managed to collect the few information and photos that make up a personal portrait of a person with a very odious name in my mind.
The family archives store dilapidated, yellowed forms of documents: a birth certificate, its certificate, employment record book and some others. It says that Ivan Mikhailovich Petlyura was born December 16 1922 of the year. He was born in a very difficult time in the village of Novo-Pavlovka, Kashar District, Rostov Region, in the family of Mikhail Andreevich and Anastasia Yemelyanovna Petlyura. Here with good marks he graduated from school in 1935 year. He worked on the farm. The news of the beginning of the Great Patriotic War 19-year-old guy met in his native village and was summoned to the front in October 1941. From that time until May, 1942 fought as part of the Western Rifle Regiment. There is also information that from January to July of the 1943, Ivan Mikhailovich was a telephone operator.
Once they laid a telephone cable with the fighters, when the Germans noticed them from the passing hill and opened fire with machine guns. Some were killed immediately, Ivan was wounded in his left leg and pretended to be dead. This saved the life of a soldier. And not only life, but, oddly enough, it became an event in the chain of others, leading Ivan Mikhailovich to the main meeting in his life. In July, 1943, having fallen into the evacuation hospital No. 3220, who was at the time in Ukraine at that time, the brave signalman immediately noticed the pretty nurse Maria, who was from Ukraine. Who knows, maybe his famous name played a role, but the sympathy was mutual. Soon this nurse became the wife of Ivan Mikhailovich.
After recovery, from the summer of 1944 to the 1945 of the victorious year, Ivan Petlyura served as a communications officer of the 752-th separate communications battalion of the 223-th rifle division. During the war years he was awarded the Order of Glory of the 3 degree, medals "For the liberation of Belgrade" (20.10.1944), "For the capture of Vienna" (12.04.1945), "For Military Merit", "For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War ", Had commemorative jubilee medals. These awards attest to courage, skill, and courage.
I think that the medals "For the liberation of Belgrade" and "For the capture of Vienna" at the end of the war were especially important for him.
The war is over. Ivan Mikhailovich returned to his native village, worked as a combine. The fact that he was elected a deputy to the Novo-Pavlovsky Village Council 21 of December 1947 of the year speaks about the respect of the villagers to the front-line Petliura. It is not known for certain, but, perhaps, in search of better living conditions, the family of Ivan Mikhailovich in 1948 moved from Kashar district to the city of Donetsk, Rostov region, from which she no longer traveled.
Son of the enemy of the people fought for the people
Vasily Vasilyevich Klyzhenko was born in Makeyevka in 1926 year. His father was engaged in the construction of factories - first in the Donbas, then in Saratov, Tuapse and Batumi. The family moved from place to place. In 1934, the construction of the Batumi oil refinery was completed, and the family gathered back to Ukraine. But in Gagra, the father was told that the distribution list had come - to stay here, they will build a sanatorium for the Central Committee of Ukraine. Construction was going on up to 1938, and on 38 at night, a “black raven” drove up to Klyzhenko's house - his father was taken away. Mother sent to radon mines, left four children.
The older sister took the younger one - she was only 3 years old, and the two brothers were left to themselves. The elder was already studying at a vocational school, and Vasily was only 12 years old.
- I remember, our things from the apartment were thrown right into the bushes on the seashore. And I come to the school, our teacher, the principal and some man come into the class with them and say: “Klyzhenko, do you know that you are the son of the enemy of the people? Get out of here, there is no place for you in our land! ” And I have nowhere to go. And I fled to Pitsunda, to Aunt Marisha. There were many children in the family, so it was not easy for them to live either. I went to feed the cows to feed myself. The war began. On the collective farm field made the airfield. They began to land on the redeployment, the front has already come close. In Gagra, a large “Soyuztrans” garage was equipped for the repair of equipment, and that's where one of my dad's friends got me a job.
We have the motors for boats repaired.
I worked on turning and milling machines. Our company was made militarized, and in May 1942, I took the military oath. Machine issued. And then the deployment began, our military base is leaving, and we are civilians, without documents. I went to the military registration and enlistment office, they say there - go to Sukhumi, there will be a collection. We sent about thirty people in Poti. We marched for a month, learned to walk in a drill. And then the offensive began, the liberation near Novorossiysk, in Kerch. The gunners were removed from the ships, and we were there. And in December 1943, I got on the ship. They began to feed us for the first time - the first, second, also compote. And I already forgot what it is - there is plenty. And they gave out two sets of clothes - working and front. We and Sevastopol, and Novorossiysk, and Odessa, and Ishmael released. Our ship was a floating battery.
And when the war ended, the ships went to Romania. I was discharged. It is necessary to go where it was called. He arrived in Gagra, and there they say - why he came, Russian - go to the Russians. I went to Rostov to my aunt. He entered Rostselmash. And then he got a job at a water station - and swam, and worked. I did water polo on navy. Competitions began. The entire Soviet Union traveled - Lviv, Kiev, Moscow, Leningrad. Married, settled in Zhuravlevka. He lived with his wife for sixty years and raised three sons. Only now, not one of them is alive, - Vasily Vasilievich concludes his story with undisguised sadness in his eyes.