Rozvidnik Leonov's daughter is a hero. Dvichi hero of the Radyansky Union Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov. Ultrasound of camaraderie and friendship

Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov was a participant in the Great British War, commander of the 181st divisional reconnaissance division of the Pacific Fleet and the 140th divisional division of the Pacific Fleet. Viktor Leonov is the true legend of Radyanskaya...

Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov was a participant in the Great British War, commander of the 181st divisional reconnaissance division of the Pacific Fleet and the 140th divisional division of the Pacific Fleet. Viktor Leonov is a true legend of Radyansk naval reconnaissance. For his exploits during the war, he received two performances before being named Hero of the Radyansky Union.

Viktor Leonov was born on November 21, 1916, in the small town of Zaraisk, Ryazan province, to a simple working family, of Russian nationality. Having completed seven years, Leonov from 1931 to 1933. undergoing training at the school of factory training at the Moscow plant "Caliber". After completing the job, he worked as a metalworker-pattern, joining the robot at the factory with enormous activity. Zokrema was the head of the shop committee of the winemakers, a member of the factory committee of the Komsomol and a leader of the youth brigade.

In 1937, Viktor Leonov was called to military service. Viktor Mikolayovich reached the military and naval fleet. In the Light Fleet, the course began at the initial submersible paddock named after S. M. Kirov, the paddock was based at the place of Polar in the Murmansk region. For further military service, he was sent to the submarine ship Shch-402. This is due to the large number of widely known Radyansky submarines of the Shch (Pike) project.

With the beginning of the Great Black War, senior naval officer Viktor Leonov is sent to command with a report about his securing to the warehouse of the 181st nearby exploration corral of the Mining fleet. Two years later, I was born to Wikonan. He lost his life in the sea together with his friend Oleksandr Senchuk. It’s a pity that his friend died in the first battle with the German jaegers, which was a shock for the newly minted Marine Leonov, but did not change his mind about the correctness of his choice.

Near the warehouse of the reconnaissance pen, starting from the 18th century 1941, Leonov carried out over 50 combat operations on the enemy’s front. In 1942, after being awarded the officer's rank, he became the intercessor of the commander of the pen from the political unit, and through the river in 1943, he became the commander of the 181st special reconnaissance pen of the Military Fleet. In the summer of 1944, he was given the rank of lieutenant. In the spring of 1945, Viktor Leonov defeated the Japanese at the rank of senior lieutenant.

Around 1941, the glorious battle march just began, but there were no important battles ahead. Just a few days after the first battle, Viktor Leonov went straight to the enemy’s back, the scouts went to the back bank of the Velika Zakhidna Osoba River (the valley of this river was called the “valley of death” during the war ї, why go here). Senior sailor Leonov bravely fought the enemy and already in 1941 he was awarded one of the most honorable “soldier’s” medals “For Military Service”. During the battle on the mission, Pikshuev was seriously wounded by a mini attack. After the celebration of the hospital, having taken away the evidence about those who were no longer available for military service, he finally turned to his own reconnaissance pen. Viktor Leonov does not want to live in prison while his friends are fighting against Hitler’s prison camps. On New Year's Eve they were looking for even more folding forks in til the gates in the winter dumps. In the snow, in the freezing cold, wearing camouflage coats, the Radyansky breeders made their way into the wilderness without the right to mercy, even if a mercy could lead to the death of not just one breeder, but a whole lot of them.

At the beginning of 1942, Viktor Leonov was already a senior sergeant of the 2nd rank in command of the group management at the warehouse of 10 intelligence officers. At this very hour, he took part in the operation, which was later described in his 1957 book under the title “Incrimination to the Enemy”, in the book the explorer called the operation a “grass raid.” As part of this operation, with incredible force, the herd of marines managed to break through to the target height of 415 near the Pikshuev Island. The capture of the Marines pinned down the great forces of the enemy and with a stretch of 7 db, helping the main landing forces to carry out their operation behind the enemy. In the face of the enemy, in continuous battles, it would seem that nothing could be done. A lot of soldiers were injured and suffered from frostbite (the grass near the Arctic Circle seemed to last a long time), including Sergeant Major Leonov. However, the most important battles and tests were aimed at someone in front.

One of these battles of justice turned out to be unforgettable. This was an operation on the Mogilny mission, where the spies needed to destroy the German radar base, which was spotted by our ships and aircraft. Senior Lieutenant Frolov, Leonov’s new commander, completed the operation. Lack of information, inability to transfer the enemy's forces, and, more simply, the unbalancedness of the newly-minted commander, led to the fact that the raptness was wasted, the soldiers had to go on the attack under heavy German fire, practically advancing ahead of the enemy row. Having buried the enemy's stronghold, the scouts realized that reinforcements had arrived before the Germans, after which they were driven out by a strong ring of Jaegers. At the cost of their lives, the Marines broke the blockade, and at some point it became clear that 15 people were cut off from the main forces in a small area - from both sides, either the sea or the German soldiers, part of the misa, on which there were ottenі rasvidniki. I didn’t exceed 100 meters. This rocky area was pierced by German mortars, and boulders burst as a result of mine explosions.

At the cost of incredible efforts, the breeders were able to get out of the shepherds, catch up with the sea mislives and evacuate. True, only 8 out of 15 people came out alive, with a lot of people who survived being injured. Zinoviy Rizhechkin, who until the end covered his comrades with fire from a machine gun, and Yuriy Mikheyev, who destroyed an entire group of German Jaegers with a bunch of grenades, died heroically. For this feat, Viktor Leonov and his fighting comrades (Agafonov, Babikov, Barishev, Barinov, Kashtanov, Kurnosenko), the actions of them posthumously (Abramov, Kashutin, Mikheev, Rizhechkin, Florinsky) were awarded the Order of the Red Prapor. Finally, the recently promoted sailor Viktor Leonov was given an officer's rank, becoming a young lieutenant.

After being awarded the rank of officer, a new stage began in his life, and raids against enemy forces continued. After one of them (the breeders needed to deliver the “movie”) from the Varanger pivostrov, a commander was assigned to the pen, and the operation was soon recognized. Leonov is appointed as the new commander and is given three days to prepare. There was some kind of reversal, and the young lieutenant got along with her perfectly. On the first day of the operation, the fighters under Leonov’s command buried the lighthouse’s firecracker, having discovered a wealth of useful information. The next day, in just two years, the stinks not only made their way through the mountains into the enemy’s rear, but also captured two jägers without a single shot. The cold-bloodedness and quiet demeanor revealed in this case could have been hidden by other professionals in their own eyes.

Dvichi Hero of the Radyansky Union, Commander of the reconnaissance and sabotage drive of the Pivnichny fleet; Commander of the reconnaissance and sabotage operation of the Pacific Fleet

Our zagin, fighting in the back of the enemy, had always sacrificed our numbers, our technical equipment, - like Leonov - and we were once again outmatched in hand-to-hand combat. Neither the Germans nor the Japanese have ever acted as decisively as we have... The psychological law is this - essentially two opponents have one obligation.

One of the most important facts about the Leoniv corral is that the Korean port of Wonsan is full of 3.5 thousand Japanese soldiers and officers.

There were 140 of us fighters. They immediately landed on the Japanese airfield for the enemy and began negotiations. After which we, ten representatives, were taken to the headquarters of the colonel, the commander of the aviation unit, who wanted to make guarantors for us. I joined before the meeting, when I realized that the representative of the command, Captain 3rd Rank Kulebyakin, as they say, was backed to the wall. Surprisingly at the Japanese, I said that we fought the entire war at the end and we have enough evidence to assess the situation that we will not be guarantors, but rather we will die, or rather we will die together with whoever is at the headquarters. The difference is, I added, that you will die like a squinter, and we will try to escape. The hero of the Radyansky Union, Mitya Sokolov, immediately stood behind the Japanese colonel, and also knew his right. Pshenichnykh locked the doors with a key, put the key in the kishenya and sat on the stilts, and Volodya Olyashev (after the war - Honored Master of Sports) lifted Andriy from the stilts and placed him simply in front of the Japanese commander. Ivan Guzenkov went to the end of the day and added that they were not very high, and the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Semyon Agafonov, stood by the doors, starting to throw a pro-tank grenade in his hand. The Japanese, however, did not know that she had no fuse. The colonel, having forgotten about the khustka, began to wipe his forehead with his hand and immediately signed the act of surrender of the entire garrison.

There were three and a half thousand people in the column, according to all the people. All my teams stinked away as fugitives. We didn’t have anyone to escort such a convoy, so I put the commander and the chief of staff in the car with me. If you want one, I say, but blame yourself... While they were leading the team, they already had up to five thousand Japanese.

After the first battles in 1941, senior sailor Viktor Leonov was awarded the medal “For Service” and was seriously wounded by a mini fragment. After the first battle, having killed his friend, with such a stench they came to the paddock at once, Leonov began to grow dark - why was it necessary to fight?

In the spring of 1942, around the time of the expedition to Miss Mogilny, the German garrison spotted our ships and flying ships and piled up in the distance. The commander of the infantry squadron, who accompanied the roundup, was then brought before the military tribunal for malicious misconduct and violence, and executions. The commander of the pen and the commander. A small group of scouts on Mogilny district Leonov, foreman of the 2nd rank. The attack was successful, the stronghold of the defeat, but on a small patch (the largest part of the bridge did not exceed 100 meters) more than 15 sailors appeared. The German Jaegers closed them off with a thick ring, blocked the exit routes with two machine guns, and boulders burst under the mortar fire.

The Germans hurried, like a sensible sailor who had heard their commands, who knew the German language, to finish on the right before it got dark. The scouts ran out of ammunition. One of them, shouting: “That’s it, the song is over! We’ll never get back!”, blowing himself with a grenade. Another one I want to earn the same... "Boyaga! I'll shoot you! Throw a grenade!" - punishing Leonov.

We were pressed to the ground by those two machine guns, which were constantly firing. It was necessary to virishuvat. I piled up and hit the stone with the remaining cartridges, behind which the machine gunners lay. It was important to me so that the stench would go away and stop making a fuss. And one of our greatest fighters, Semyon Agafonov, following my order, rushed to this stone 20 meters from us. He stood up on the stone and looked down at the Germans. If I, wounded in the leg, got there, one of the kule-throwers was already dead, with two others, Semyon, huddled and rolling on the ground. I hit one, then the other, on the head with the butt of the gun, we burst out with the guns and burst out.

Agafonov entered fearlessly. When they fed him up about this outburst, he said with laughter that if you beat a stone, the Germans’ hands shake, they realize that you can’t squish them with such hands. I knew to my friends that at the moment after the order I thought - well, Semyon, that’s where your fighting career ended... I felt the fear of my skin, lest I need to be good for it.

Then Yuriy Mikhiev connected the remaining grenades with precision, distance, and at 20 meters, quickly hitting the German dugout. The grenades were still flying, and he had already died, killed by the black. We broke through another ring and walked through the gorge to the shore. The snow that fell, caught our tracks. The rest of our Agafonovs, he lost three cartridges in his pistol, and I had a few more... We climbed into the coastal tea garden, several times the lance of the Jaegers passed near us, and we sat, huddled, squeezing the handles of our knives. We spent a long time checking on our own people, when two marines arrived, sounded our signals again and took us away from Mogilny.

Leonov was awarded the rank of young lieutenant, he became the deputy commander, and in May 1943. and I will be the commander of the pen. I thank the Hero of the Golden Star for the greatest operation of the corral of leaf fall in 1944. Before the start of the offensive, Pivnoch was given up on the order to defeat the strategically important stronghold of the Germans on the Khrestovy mission.

So we weren’t able to catch the enemy anyway. At the end of the day, 30-40 meters away from the fire, the alarm went off, the Germans spotted us and started chasing us from the army and the trucks. Everything is illuminated, the light of the countryside looms before us. I punished: do whatever you can, depending on the situation, in groups, but for the hell of it all, be on the battery.

Ivan Lisenko, a native of the Urals, a champion of wrestling, the most physical in the paddock, was responsible for our important expenses. He tore out the crossbar from the ground, on which the skeins of thorny dart were attached, and lifted them onto his shoulders. At the passage, having settled down, we went. If Lisenko could no longer stand alone - he lost more than twenty pounds - our doctor Oleksiy Lupov helped him (don’t be fooled by the cynical irony - he helped trim the crossbar) V.Potapov). As soon as the stench disappeared, we rushed to the battery that was covering it, and, burying the harmati, we fired fire from them, fortunately, we knew badly about the trophy.

The enemy saw our strength. I remember that they brought a full-fledged officer to the beginning of the war. I'm already overwrought. Here from the room, where they finished drinking, our boss jumped out and gave information and said: “Oh, you bastard, it’s nothing! The only ones are laughing.” I say: “Start talking now...” Pishov, once again dressed in the clothes the officer of the same day was caught in. Go to that room, sit on your feet and smoke a cigarette. I tell the relay: tell this scoundrel that these admirals (I point to the staff, and there will be one admiral) will leave soon, don’t let them know anything, otherwise they will lose their money from me. Turn around and vyishov. And the Germans began to recognize... I spoke with the Germans about the Russian language, and they understood the German language better than others.

Admiral Golovko punished - “The right to select spies rests with the commander of the pen.” So they couldn’t recognize anyone before us. I had connections with personnel management, the stench overpowered those who were suitable. I talked to the human and marveled at how she reacted to my requests. The most important thing for me is the eyes of my hands. Behind the shape of the hands is the psychological shape of the person, that is, the character. I needed to make sure my hands didn’t grab anything, so that the smells would be ready before action, otherwise they would lose their calm.

And my first order, when I became a commander, was not to let such a highly-respected Special Viddilla go into the fold. And then - we come back from the campaign, and here we are, taking an office and starting to click through the line, to find out what happened... If you want to check it out, come with us to the field, there you can see everyone like in the valley. Then another order. I already knew a lot of informers at the paddock, because I myself was recruited and I was convinced of this. I picked them up and said: “It’s best to write, guess if there’s an illness, otherwise there won’t be any food for you through the harvest.” I ignored them all. After this, a member of Viyskova said to me: “It’s a shame you’ll plant the stink.” I say: “What are you for?” Vin: “The stench can smell to me in a minute.” And I knew that in this manner they imprisoned Lunin, who later became a famous submariner. I say: “I don’t need you to kidnap me, just let me know and let me go. I’ll go to Norway and send them away into a pen. Don’t let them take me there... Vin laughed: “Well, then, adventurer Ale If there was a need to help the corral, he would help.

Essentially, we had one family. Lieutenant Fyodor Shelavin was brought from Mogilny... We were lost there, and his legs were injured. Oh, you want to shoot yourself to untie our hands. Once I knew that Shelavin had been deprived, we thought during the offensive campaign: “everyone, since they already threw an officer, then if I am injured, then I will deprive them even more.” If such a thought has even entered a person’s head, then he is no longer a fighting warrior, he is no longer fighting. This thought will press on you, repeat it, whether you want it or not." From that day, when Leonov became a commander and until the end of the war, nine people were killed, of which - on Khrestovoy, mainly at the time of the end of the war. fenced in." I never liked wasting people. Ask someone: everyone knew that I was fighting for the life of every person until the end.

Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov was born into the family of a robot worker. For Russian nationality. Member of the CPRS since 1942.

In 1931, they graduated from the seven-year school, entered the Federal Labor Training at the Moscow plant "Caliber", and then worked at the same plant as a metalworker. In 1937, there were a number of calls to the Military Sea Fleet. Having served in the submarine department of the Naval Fleet.

At the rocks of the Great White War, he commanded the corral of sea species of the Eastern Military-Navy Fleet. The capture of sea scouts more than once defeated the enemy, cutting off his communications, obtaining valuable information. In 1945, V. N. Leonov’s family took part in the battles against the Japanese militarists at the Far Gathering. The registration of marine explorers will be awarded the title of Guards.

In 1950 he graduated from the Military and Naval School, and in 1956 he completed two courses at the Military and Naval Academy. Since 1956, the reserve has been in stock.

Currently, V. N. Leonov is alive and working in Moscow. In 1956, Rotsi published the book “To Convict the Face,” and in 1973, “Get ready for the feat of today.”

They once had Magnitogorsk houses and placed a red flag over the Northern Pole. We cut through the age-old taiga on the birch of the Amur River to set fire to the place of youth. Having crossed the Kara-Kumi in a marvelous automobile journey and at the same time flying from Chkalov over the vast expanses of the Arctic, laying the shortest route to America. The first Radian tractor came out of the conveyor, rising on the stratospheric balloon, rushing to the aid of the Chelyuskians, in order to rescue them from the ruin. We became a participant in heroic events, which mark the richest days of our activity. The man is at once in his own land, selflessly loving Batkivshchina, writing about it.

The same as other boys of the small town of Zaraysk near Moscow, they were nevertheless seen among the same age group as a different event. And also with his ease, will, as was evident in children’s lives. And if they guessed what was going on, the friends robbed Vitya Leonov without any fuss.

This is how youth passed. Food became more and more frequent and unavailable: who should we eat? I wanted to become a writer, a sailor, a pilot, an engineer. The skin profession was rewarding, it had wide horizons, and the difficult choice lay in the fact that Batkivshchina opened up all the roads in the great life.

One thing Victor knew for sure: no matter how hard he had to work, he would work well, giving away all the heat of his heart. Thus, he arrived to Moscow and entered the plant. A working family, a factory Komsomol, community service, and participation in evening courses polished the finest grains of a restless, sometimes harsh character.

Call to the army. Victor asked that he be sent to the fleet, becoming a submariner. Apparently, signs were given to the child of being buried by the sea. The bastards were pleased. The boy from Zaraisk fell on Pivnich. I had high hopes. Yogo was assigned to the IZ-402 underwater vessel. Around 1940, after suffering an illness, Victor was decommissioned to a floating mine. It was hard to be separated from the world, after all. Here you know yourself, giving in to the new truth entirely. “Everything needs to be done well,” Victor has lost faith in his motto.

Practicality, discipline, and consistent service have won him the respect of his comrades. Leonov wrote verses on his birthday. I’ll stop it, wisely, just for myself. Over the years, I have shared the fruits of my creativity with my friends. They praised, pushed, and Victor sent the top to the newspaper. Nadislav. The vertices were wrapped. Tse okrililo. We would like to get more serious about poetic investigations. The stench was heard, and it was time to step up to join the Literary Institute after serving in the army. Once the war broke out, plans had to be changed.

In these dark days, Viktor Leonov could not afford to lose himself from the masters. I felt the voice of Vitchizny, calling him to fight the enemy who had impudently invaded the territory of the native land. Viktor, not without a lot of effort (the doctors insisted), insisted that he be transferred to the front. Having reached the reconnaissance paddock of the Pivnichny front.

Military work is hard, and especially the intelligence service that operates in the enemy’s forces. Better, the people in the pen have become harder. Unconsciously ending the most complicated command. In the first operations, having honorably accepted the baptism of fire, Viktor Doviv said that his comrades in battle were among the best. The details revealed more of his military features. Among these extremely good and persistent fighters, they are distinguished by their courage and vitriol. Before that, he had such valuable qualities as a warrior, such as the ability to press on his comrades with a firm word and a special butt, quickly and accurately assess the situation that had developed, and then take the right decisions.

The persecution of sea scouts with their bold raids instilled fear in the enemy. The fascists could not bear to say that the intelligence officers, the headquarters of any unit, would show up, the retaliation far away in the country, the plans for defeat. Raptom, standing behind the back of the cowered enemy, the spies knew so rapt and without a trace, with repeated blows. The most powerful Jaeger units of Hitler's army were stationed on the Southern Front. There is more honor and glory to our soldiers, who defeated Hitler’s warriors.

Ahead of the 1st May 1942, having taken away the not entirely urgent task. The inconsistency lay in the fact that once again the action was demonstratively punished, in every way preying on the respect of the enemy. By shouting the lead tractor to the blow, the scouts ensured the success of the great landing operation.

Just before Christmas Eve, two platoons of reconnaissance officers on boats crossed one of the inlets of the Barents Sea. On a steep hill we reached the shore, but we couldn’t come: the guard of the shore defense stoked the fire. The divers scooped up the water, icy like ice, shouted “Hurray” as they reached dry land and launched grenades on the right as they walked. The darkness in front of the Svitanka was illuminated by the flames of fire, the machine guns were clattering wildly, now choking, now again entering the grim chorus of battle. The Jaegers withstood the blow, and our warriors broke through into the mountains that hung above the uninhabited shores.

The explorers found a labyrinth of Uzghirs and hollows. Heavy after the Krizhany font there were clothes: farm jackets, trousers with a reindeer farm called. There was still snow in the gorges, and on top of the rivers it had grown and created entire lakes, which from the early years of the feather-grass wound were covered with a leather pick. The rangers spotted the pen being re-swept. Chantly, they already sensed victory, wary of how the scouts were moving away, getting deeper and deeper into the pasture, and began to enter in order to cut the roads to the exit. And the explorers inveterately plummeted forward, to the height of “415”, which was panning over the place.

After a sleepless night, after a battle with the coastal guard and a tiring road, many have lost their strength. The commander pulled up the squad by punishing the sergeant major Viktor Leonov. Who better can encourage people, infuse new strength into them! Sergeant-Major Leonov repeated the commander’s order: he had stretched out, once again forming a fist, ready to fall on the enemy.

With the right maneuver, the scouts beat the Jaegers from the height of “415”; They stared at her and, as the ring of sharpening closed, the soldiers were preparing to repel the enemy’s attacks. The larger the number of brave men who settled on high ground, the more they gain the respect of the enemy forces, the more successful the main operation will be.

The day came into its own, and the axis, having completed its maneuvering, rushed into the attack. She lashed out and jumped up, otherwise breaking on the granite rock. There were many attacks by the Hitlerites, and they all ended the same way.

Nothing fell. It seemed as if a stone was cracking in the bitter cold. A man in high places is not a sight to behold; everyone was on guard. The huntsmen again demolished the Svetanka to a height of “415” and tried unsuccessfully to destroy it 12 times until the day. Having acted like this, there were no sleepless nights, no extreme strain of strength.

In the hour, while significant enemy forces were engaged in the battle for the heights, the main operation was successfully completed. Having settled in a given area, our landing units leaned forward. The command plan went exactly right. The commander of the pen ordered Leonova, who had gathered the spies of Losev and Motovilina, to establish connections with the main parts.

The need was to lick through the magician's ring, cover six kilometers of difficult road, turn around...

There was also a snowstorm, with raptovy grapes and fierce with skin quills. Leonov quickly stood up: making a sign to his comrades and looking forward, twisting his shield at the impenetrable snow face. And the axis of all three heavens spread out in it. The six kilometers seemed endlessly long, and the body was shackled by an inhuman weight. Ale Leonov stubbornly walked ahead, and his friends did not show up. The storm died down when the battalion headquarters reached it. They were beaten, they were indignant, they were encouraged to prefer. Ale Leonov, having realized himself, hastened to the height of “415”, knowing how the road there is for every man, and before the end of the day, the three Smilians turned to the paddock, having climbed beyond their strength, it seemed like a desert.

The Jaegers decided to take part in the night battle. Five times the stinks rushed to storm the inaccessible heights and were immediately relieved by the corpses of their shelters. Already the camp in the breeding paddock became more complex with each passing year. It’s not because people haven’t taken a nap for a long time, and it’s not because they’ve lost a very small supply of food. At the end of the day there was ammunition, it began to freeze when the leather cartridge fell on the face. And as the morning approached, it became clear that the fascists would not dare to gain heights in their plans.

The star of Leonov's eye through the frowning serpanok svitanku looked at the small grays, either buy or humps on one side. No, I know for sure: there were no such people here. He told the commander of the pen about the mountains that had grown overnight. Leonov’s suspicions were correct: in the dark, cunningly disguised, the enemy machine gunners crept up to nearby firing positions. Our snipers entered on the right, and the gray humps came to life.

In the attack of Leonov, he was caught up in the wake of the battle, huddled and fell, and was stunned by a blow to the head. Luckily, the fireball hit the stone. Still, the stone fragments seriously injured my left cheek. Leonov stood up, bandaged his head and then fired up the rocket that flew into the sky, sensing a possible “hurray”: the drive of the Marines, who crushed the Hitlerites, rushed to the aid of the defenders of the heights.

The axis of such operations is that you know how many of them there were! - the military mastery of the fearless marine explorer was evident, his character was strengthened. Can you tell Victor that he will become legendary? He didn’t think about fame. No, he’s just tying up the responsibility of the father of the Batkivshchyna, as a patriotic patriot. With heart and mind, with a fighting testimony that we have gained at a high price and gained from raid to raid, from campaign to campaign, in service of the great, nationwide cause of Victory.

And it was so natural that they were caught once among the landing party. The army was left without a commander, and everyone recognized Leonov as the eldest during the war. The operation was successfully completed.

Having appreciated the military merits and commanding talent of Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov, the command recognized the possibility, regardless of the need for special training, to give him an officer’s rank.

The day has come when Leonov has finished driving off the marine explorers. The battle glory of the corral grew even more. With important raids, the scouts revealed the enemy’s defense system, disrupted the enemy’s communications, destroyed his base, depleted manpower, and contributed to the success of the offensive operations of the Radyan troops.

The front passed through the deserted, gloomy expanses of the Arctic. Deliveries by ships to the enemy's land, to the swamps, tundras, hills that are frozen, harsh winds and sticky hurtovinas, when the crazy wind blows down. As the days wore on, the first of the scouts reached the mark and entered the battle against the Nazis. Another raid, another enemy’s base destroyed, due to another tactical plan of the enemy.

Leonov and his scouts penetrated the fortified fjords of Norway by the Hitlerites. The stinks first arrived on the land of Petsamo and Kirkenes to prepare for the landing of the Radian troops. Piece by piece, the stench cleared the Pivnich from the fire pits, Luck accompanied the corral.

Success? No! Nazynnaya Vіsyskova Maysterenst, Misteztra browned the perevagi of the rapt shock, rushchy, moral passing over the column, fіzichna is a bastard, doshawi Neumirni difficult, - the axis of Elehementa, the monsters of the rewind of rewind.

Whenever there were unstoppable crossings, Leonov repeated Suvorov’s words about the Russian soldier, who will pass there, but no deer will pass. And the scouts, following their commander, forced such places as were unique to the animals. The military valor of our ancestors, who glorified our armor in battles against foreign invaders, in the last battles of the huge war, lived in the blood of the Radian warriors, leading them ahead until victory.

The butt of the communists, the loyalty of the oath, the half-hearted love before the Batkivshchyna soldered the march to a single homeland. The commander believed in his people, just as they believed in him, knowing for sure that the captain-lieutenant would find a way out of any difficult situation, outwit the enemy and bring the right to victory. The very success was accompanied by the corral of Viktor Leonov to marine species.

The tradition was not written down by itself and was not written down: before Leonov was driven out without the commander, no one was straightened out. As powerful as before himself, Leonov respectfully welcomed the people, first to accept them into this family of spies.

Little of. Having decided to work for a person in a rizik, be mittivo oriented, be vitrimanic, calmly assess the situation, and the necessary moment of action is crucial. You know, the importance of the profession of a front-line intelligence officer requires extensive physical preparation, to endure misfortune and to engage in combat with the enemy. To vacate your mind means to take away the great guarantee that people who are lost in this situation will lose their lives.

І Viktor Mikolayovich made it a rule, making it a non-negotiable law to take into account everything and anything that could be harmful to the essence of the matter. In a short interchange between the spies' raids, it was possible to pursue activities that were unimportant for the front-line situation. The stinks were running and shaved, at raised weights, baked, sweating, they fought one after another, practiced sambo techniques, and did face cuts. Sometimes it seemed that there was no end to every war, but that the Spartakiada was going to be entirely peaceful. The fighters took up mountain climbing, fought along steep cliffs, and crossed gaps. And how everything then, in the military situation, was a success - the once-prepared visconty was created, whether it was a commanding command.

And the commander of the pen, having encouraged people to think, not just follow orders, but introduce creative initiative into their own affairs. In my work, I was exposed to such uncontrollable actions that brought out both fantasies and intense thoughts. Therefore, the orders that were placed in front of the pen were laid out reasonably, exactly in line with the idea of ​​the corral plan. “The skin on the right is kind!” - Lieutenant-Captain Leonov, having lost his faithful commandment to his youth.

Under the blows of the Radyan troops, the entire fascist defense near the Polar region inevitably collapsed. Enraged by the failure of their plans, the Hitlerites were left reeling. In Northern Norway, stinks destroyed bridges, burned villages, robbed and kidnapped civilians. The corral of sea scouts was ordered to land on the shores of the Varanger Fjord, cut off the enemy’s main communications, and capture the Norwegians from the Galtivniki.

With tears of joy, expressed in the words of the people, the population of the Varanger region began to hear their warriors. In anticipation of them, otherwise the signal was flying on the wings, which is transmitted from the word of mouth: “The Russians have arrived!” As soon as they sensed it, the fascist rangers began to rush out, only to eliminate these “black devils,” as the stench of our scouts was called.

Having deprived themselves of their plundered goods and their food warehouses, the firemen fled from the fishing village of Kiberg. Following Leonov’s order, the warehouses were opened for the hungry population, and the old fisherman, who was found in Cyberzia, became angry with the words:

Watch and listen! The Hitlerites robbed us. The Russians will return our goods to us. Just ask for everything to be fair. So that the skin removes the relevant part.

The cries of praise, which had not been washed away for a long time, were expressed in a short and expressive manner.

There, where the revelers took place, life was resurrected, people turned around from the hidden shelters in the mountains. Zagin leaned forward. Twenty years ago, the Great Zhovtny River received a radio announcement that Lieutenant-Captain Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov was given the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union for his military exploits.

When his friends and comrades-in-arms were present, they said in a clear voice: “The war is not over yet. “And we need to do our best to make the “Golden Star” true, and that means doing everything to speed up the defeat of fascism.”

And having “performed” to glory until this blessed year, when people, like God, joyfully threw themselves one at a time throughout all of Europe, with love and hope, the word “peace” was coined.

The Day of Victory has arrived. Hitler's Germany unguardedly capitulated. The peoples of the earth triumphed and glorified the army of the Radian people, as they had consigned their great free mission with honor. The half-life of the war still lingered in the chambers at the Far Gathering. To ensure the safety of its far-flung cordons, the socialist power sent its armored forces to defeat militaristic Japan.

And I will return to the battles of the naval scouts of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Lieutenant-Captain Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov. You will take your part from liberated Korea from the Japanese prisons.

Near the Korean port of Seisin, a very important encampment took place during the battle for the place. The Japanese had a small numerical advantage and tried to take away the place - the only communication that would ensure their exit. The stench was intense. At the end of the battle, there is evidence that dawned on the night, once again robbing the spies. He pointed out that in hand-to-hand combat it does not happen that the opponents fight with zeal. If one side requires willpower and the determination to fight to the end, you will definitely overcome it. We can’t do it any other way. And under the crazy fire of the enemy, our scouts, together with the commander, stood up and walked forward. The bells were calm, the stench was unbearably approaching, and when they were twenty meters away from the enemy, the Japanese became confused: their nerves could not resist the blow of a bayonet. Beat it! New brilliant stories have been written in the chronicles of the military glory of maritime explorers. Along all fronts, the name of the commander of the pen - Lieutenant-Captain Leonov, who was crowned with another “Golden Zirka”, was passed on from word to word.

Near the town of Zarayska near Moscow, on Uritsky Square, there is a garden park. On a linden day in 1950, here, in the midst of the thick greenery of young linden trees and acacias, a large meeting gathered. The bronze breast of the daughter of the Hero of the Radyansky Union Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov hangs on a pedestal. And on the podium, unable to catch the compliment, stood a modest, simple peasant person. In the flurry of splashes, you felt the splashing of distant fronds, exposing your fighting friends before your blurred gaze. And it seemed like: lying on the shoulders of the gentle hand of the Fatherland, which raised and magnified its faithful son for his feat of arms, for his service to the people.

2003 year 7th died quietly and unmistakably Dvichi Hero of the Radyansky Union, war veteran, legendary scout, Honorable giant of the city of Polar, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov - the famous Polar fox.

Dvichi Hero, legendary explorer

In Moscow, the Dvichi Hero of the Radyansky Union, a war veteran, a legendary explorer, the Honorable Hulk of the Polar City, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov died... In the year of 1944, he captured the Arctic. In 1938, a 22-year-old boy arrived at Polyarny to serve in the Light Fleet. After starting at the initial corral of scuba diving. CM. Kirov in the direction of the submarine ship "Shch-402". Even though he didn’t happen to be a submariner, during the first days of the war, he voluntarily went to the intelligence stations of the Northern Fleet, whose headquarters were near Polyarny.

Sickness of "unconsciousness"

“Tell me, how do you respect, do we work well with snakes? - K.A.’s voice came through the telephone receiver. Dobrovolsky, director of the Moscow Sports School named after the daughter of the Hero Radyansky Union V.M. Leonova. - Where is our moral and patriotic philosophy? I just found out that Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov died just a month ago. Did you know? When a prominent politician, actor, director or TV presenter dies, the country is known for 2-3 years. Over the course of several days, watchers, listeners and readers watch out for reports from the funeral, read obituaries, and read “thousand” articles “about the loss of one of the most important people of our land.” And at this hour, the best “go” with a group of friends and acquaintances. The daughters of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov Leonova, also quietly and quietly celebrated the 12th anniversary. Viktor Mikolayovich died on the 7th. On this day, 59 years ago, the Petsamo-Kirkenes operation began with the defeat of the fascist-German armies near the Arctic Circle, with the success of the rounding up of the spies under the leadership of V.M. Leonova played one of the main roles.

Divine Garden

In 1938, a 22-year-old boy arrived to the city of Polyarny to serve in the Light Fleet. After starting at the initial corral of scuba diving. CM. Kirov in the direction of the submarine ship "Shch-402". Even though he didn’t happen to be a submariner, during the first days of the war, he voluntarily went to the intelligence stations of the Northern Fleet, whose headquarters were near Polyarny. Viktor Mikolayovich carried out nearly 50 combat operations to drive into the enemy’s rear, obtaining important information about the enemy. U zhovtni born 1944 in front of the breeding paddock V.M. Leonov became important, in fact, a foreign task: to land on the enemy’s shores, go from behind to the batteries on Miss Khrestovy, attack and secure the enemy. Once again, the successful activities of the spies were carried out by the Wikonians, although the Hitlerites established inveterate support. At leaf fall 1944 by decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR to Lieutenant V.M. Leonov was given the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union. Another medal “Golden Star” of Victor was awarded in the spring of 1945. for heroism, courage and, at the same time, seriousness in the efforts to corral the spies of the Far Gathering. Also under the hour of military actions V.M. Leonov was awarded two orders of the Chervony Prapor, the Order of Oleksandr Nevsky and the medal “For Life”. In the Navy Fleet, Viktor Mikolayovich served until 1956, and then was promoted to the rank of captain 2nd rank and moved to Moscow, and was alive until June 7, 2003.

Here we remember

“In the words of V.M.’s daughter Leonov, there weren’t many people at my dad’s funeral, that panakida was quiet and quiet,” says Kostyantin Oleksiyovich Dobrovolsky. - To Viktor Mikolayovich - Honorable giant of the Polyarny metro station, he was in the children's and youth sports school, and we obligingly escorted him on his final journey, as if... we knew that he had died. Now we’ll go “before the new one” to Moscow due to delays. It is necessary to instill the memory of the True Hero if I want to 40 days after the funeral.” 6 fates of this, the sound track “Memory” revealed the results. As the director of the children's sports school and the keeper of the poshuk pen, K.A. Dobrovolsky, it appears that at the beginning of the war at the home of the “Kansk” and Youth Sports School, there was a sabotage raid on the Pivnichny fleet, commanded by V.M. Leoniv. It’s amazing that all the kids went in for sports: to survive the war, they took part in all types of sports - shooting, hiking, fist fighting, wrestling... Having learned about the 1998 year, the administration of the Polyarny metro station and the team of sports schools and attacked Viktor Mikolayovich for permission to attack This is my Polar sports school. Since that time, the Polar children's and youth sports school has been named after the daughter of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov.

Anna Gridina, KSF.Ru

The name of the legendary sea explorer, daughter of the Hero of Radyansky to the Union Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov(1916 – 2003) is well known to a number of professional intelligence services. At Sunset, Leonov is called “the luminary of the Radian naval commandos,” which is comparable to the number one saboteur Otto Skorzeny.

LIBRARY FOR SOLDIER AND SAILOR
For our Radianska Batkivshchyna!

V. N. LEONOV,
dvichi Hero of the Radyansky Union

Voenizdat
Moscow - 1973

The author of the brochure is a student of the Great German War, daughter of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov. On the basis of front-line evidence, it is necessary to share with soldiers and sailors thoughts about feats, about the paths of learning selfless devotion to the Fatherland, will, courage and fearlessness, high military mastery.

The author of the brochure, Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov, is a prominent front-line intelligence officer who became a Hero of the Radyansky Union in 29 years. Born in 1916 in the town of Zaraysk, Moscow region in the birthplace of a worker, he himself worked as a metalworker at the Moscow Kalibr plant. In 1937, there were a number of calls to serve in the Military Sea Fleet. Having served in the submarine department, he was secretary of the Komsomol organization. During the war with the German fascist occupiers, he was an ordinary intelligence officer, then commanded a group of intelligence officers in the Navy Fleet, and was repeatedly deployed to close enemy forces. In 1944, a number of people were awarded the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union. Another medal “Zorka Gold” was awarded for actions against Japanese militarists at the Far Gathering. Having finished the war as a captain-lieutenant - commander of the Guards Intelligence Corps of the Navy. The military record of Viktor Mykolayovich Leonov is full of glorious exploits. A lot of books have been written about them. At this time, V. N. Leonov is leading the great military-patriotic work, the youth of the Radyans in the Dusya communism, readiness to achieve the glory of the socialist Vietnam. Awarded a Certificate of Honor from the Komsomol Central Committee.

Hitler declared Viktor Leonov a special enemy.

The war is long over. For almost a quarter of a century, it has strengthened us since the day of victory over fascist Germany. Ale mi, front-line veterans, we remember everything: the fire of the battles that we fought, and the friends who died on the battlefields, and the titanic work of the soldiers, and the joy of those victories... We will not let us forget the war iti. They want to know how their fathers and children fought. Quiet us. Skin irritation from the youth, from the generations we have betrayed - there is no need to deal with the Komsomol youth scorched by the fire, as to discourage us from being young, good, active.
The feat of our generation is highly appreciated by the Communist Party, the great Radyan people, and all progressive humanity. General Secretary of the CPRS Central Committee L. I. Brezhnev said in his speech about the fifty-fold Union of Radian Socialist Republics: “The union and friendship of all nations and nationalities of our land was as difficult as the Great Yina. This war and the daughters of the united Radyanskaya Vitchinny not only honorably defended their socialist conquests, but also restored secular civilization from fascist barbarism, which pressed further The encouragement of the free struggle of peoples. The glory of these heroes, the glory of the valiant defenders of our Fatherland will not be obscured for centuries.”
Like many of my peers, the people of the Yellow Revolution generation, the generation that defeated fascism, I want to talk to you, young warriors, as a communist front-line soldier, a member of the Komsomol, in our youth, among the great patriots and in communism. I want to talk to you as a veteran, who wishes you happiness, a deep and universal wealth of knowledge, so that you can retire from your military service with honor, deeply understand the meaning of the words “hecher of the Fatherland”, take care of your The most beautiful fruits of the Radian warrior brought their maximum value beloved Vitchizna.
The party calls on us, front-line soldiers, to convey to you our evidence, the evidence of the struggle of the older generations, to learn from every young person, and especially the military service, the endless loyalty of Lenin’s justice, to our people, husband nothing, but heroism, readiness to give every effort, if necessary, And in life I will conquer the revolution.
And it’s not a bad thing. Our class enemies, bourgeois ideologists, insist that a new world war will break out, in which there will be only victims and no heroes. The bet on “deheroization”, branded by the horrors of the war, is aimed against patriotism and mass heroism, against the gentry’s desecration of our youth, inheriting the butt of heroes - Matrosova, Gastello, the Young Guards and millions of other famous Ikhovantsev party and Komsomol. Therefore, a wide display of the exploits of the heroes of our Fatherland, their valor, self-devotion in the pursuit of the purity of the ideals of communism, inspiration from the young will, the readiness to multiply the heroic traditions - the gentry on the right.
We, front-line soldiers, are pleased with the patriotic aspirations of the Radyan youth, and their readiness to give all their strength to overcome communism. Please the Lenin Halls, the campaigns of young people in the battle and labor glory of the Radyan people, the development of mentoring over conscripts, the patriotic movement “The traditions of the fathers will continue and multiply!”, peoples with the initiative of Komsomol warriors in the company named after the Hero of the Radyansky Union, political instructor Vasyl Kloch.
And, incredibly, it is important for the front-line soldiers to fight for the hero of our hour. Coming from the youth, the smells tell them about the behavior of people in battle, about the psychology of the feat, about those great feats - the conquest of the military, oaths, orders and at the same time saving life.
I also often speak before wars, telling them how during the days of the Great German War, in difficult and important situations, people, at any price, were able to conquer their duty, show their humility, and sometimes heroism. I see how the young warriors deeply admire the exploits of those who, in a terrible hour, without fear of troubles, without harming their lives, survived our Fatherland in battle. And this is understandable, because there is nothing natural about the fact that young people are similar to these fearless, courageous people.
The ardent thirst for brave deeds and spirits will always be present in our youth. But just to inherit the butt of heroes is not enough to truly prove themselves as their attacker. These are the young warriors who understand, so they joke around with the veterans, delve into the essence of their evidence, keep watch on the door of peace.
I call Rozmov’s side with the warriors a human being, because in such a rosy skin he gives himself an assessment: how can he be a decent person, a person in the most significant meaning of the word. In his novel “A Stitch of Rot,” the writer Yavdat Ilyasov says that “a man is not the one who can grow his hair and beard, who can drink a wineskin, and not the one who can pester his wives, but the one who closes his є heart for everything frivolous, everyday, vulgar and embarking on a feat.” We will lead our human soldier Rozmov from these positions, from the position of feat.

THE ESSENCE OF THE FEAT

Telling young soldiers about the exploits of their fathers, we, veterans, in order to more clearly show the images of heroes, by the way, we emphasize the respect of the listeners on the fearlessness of these people, their readiness to self-sacrifice. The feat of every skin is bound up with the guiltily smiley aspect of the people. Sometimes the essence of the feat is brought to the wrong understanding, and the young warrior begins to think that for the feat the essence of the enemy is required in the field of huskies, and the hero, unconcerned with death, boldly rushes forward to defeat his opponent. What can you tell us who thinks so?
So, a feat of skin, including the days of peace, is tied to humility, courage and courage. How can you honor the skin of smiling people, remember their actions in battle, as a heroic deed? On this occasion, the famous Czech writer-patriot Julius Fucik wrote: “A hero is a human being, since it is the crucial moment to fight for those who need to fight for the sake of human welfare.” Well, the feat is one of those courageous achievements that will bring value to the Batkivshchyna, the alliance, the unit, in any kind of war, and, finally, overcome communism.
So, the feat is a valuable service to the Batkivshchyna, and not just an isolated battle. The greatest feat is to bring good to people throughout life, to make them happy. A true feat of obligatory ties with communist reconstitution, revolutionary knowledge, courage, courage and humility, love for people.
In connection with this, I would like to bring up the miraculous words from the Abstract of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Radyansky Union until the 100th anniversary of Volodymyr Illich Lenin’s birthday: “Lenin’s life is a feat. This is the life that passed through the creative mind and the spontaneous revolutionary action, in ideological and political battles. Lenin instilled in himself the most significant goals of the proletarian revolutionary: powerful reason, all things must be done, sacred hatred to the point of slavery and oppression, revolutionary passion, consistent internationalism, boundless faith in the creative power of greatness, He is an organizational genius. Lenin's life and activities were angry with the struggle of the labor class and the Communist Party.
The activity of Lenin, his birthday, influenced the Russian and international free movement, giving it ideological direction, revolutionary directness and organization.”
In today's life, every civilian, and especially young Leninists, is given responsibility for the continuation of the great feat achieved by the leader of the revolution, all by revolutionaries. And every warrior needs to be mindful, be at the height of the task, to stand in front of him, and be prepared at any moment to stand up for our ideals, for the right of the party, for the Radian people. The most important feat in life is the mastery of the will. Then, having already taken care of yourself, the brave one goes to any risk. But the basis of the communist will, communist courage, communist directness and other qualities necessary for heroism is Radian patriotism, loyalty to the commandments of Lenin, the ideas of the party, love for Fathers Shchy, loyalty to your people.
Young boys and girls often ask me: “How do you know what a person is destined for? How did you know that at the hour of war, you were gathering spies? Eating is harder, and it’s not easy to stay informed, but it’s still possible. Before us, the brothers came to the war camp, who realized that intelligence is not romance, not easy glory, but important and dangerous work in the name of the Fatherland. They took it if they said that people were faithful to our justice and husbands. But in today’s peaceful life, is it not possible for us to have strong, brave, and decisive people living and working alongside us, on whom we can rely not only in the toughest days, but also in extreme situations? Insanely, truly, because next to them the skin feels more beautiful and more mellow.
I am less respected by the non-intersecting people, the fragments of which I from ordinary intelligence officers joined the commander of the pen, who was awarded the title of the daughter of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, and the pen, which I commanded, becoming a guard. At this point I say: I don’t have any special talents, just as I don’t have any kind of guilty humility. I was simply spared. Ale was not spared because the war was easy for me. The enemies defeated me more than once, until I myself learned to beat them. It was spared in another way. I went through the training school, having sealed my will, and entered the war as an already prepared people. At the pioneer pen, I truly understand what friendship is, at the team of the Moscow plant “Caliber”, in 1931, having joined the Komsomol, I sealed my will, extracting the best qualities of a young man needed for the fight, feat. The crew of the submarine Shch-402, formerly of the Guards and Chervonopraporny, was a miracle, where I sailed before the war as a motor mechanic. Zhreshta, garnim the team of our reconnaissance camp. The merits of all these teams and the blood of my comrades are in these mirrors that I wear on my chests.
Our generation began with the elders, with the communist-Leninists. Our hearts from childhood were devoted to love until Lenin, until the first Rad in the world. We rejoiced at the exploits of the heroes of the huge war and the first five years. Our thoughts seemed to have been drawn from the brutal emergency plenum of the Central Committee of the RCP (b) on 21-22 September 1924, “To the party, to all workers”: “Lenin lives in the soul of every member of our party. Every member of our party is a piece of Lenin. Our entire communist family is in the collective spirit of Lenin.” We were aware of the great success of taking on our Komsomol, having adopted the honorable name Leninsky, taking an oath on the 12th of June 1924 and calling upon all the working youth of our land to be faithful preservers of the covenants of Len Otherwise, adopt a single will and a firm determination to learn and fight, to fulfill the commandments, deprived of us by Lenin.
Old soldier, I know that warriors wear gold in their souls long before they accomplish a feat. And to achieve the daring deeds of our youth is spurred by the moral need to give all our strength to the justice of Lenin, to the people.

FOR THE RIGHT OF LENIN, FOR THE BATHKIVSHCHINI

For me, like most of my fellow front-line soldiers, the Great German War did not become history. I began to take part in the battles from Linden 41 as an ordinary intelligence officer and went through the entire war. Having fought a lot both nights and gatherings. Having visited the enemy's side more than once. Stuck with the enemy every day. He squinted at his eyes, seeing him die. I can tell you straight out that I have had the opportunity to do many good things in the affairs of our enemies. If you think about it deeply, their smiles were matched by the smiles of our soldiers. This is a very brave little thing, the enemy expects easy success with a minimal risk, and for his courage he is willing to give up the desire: advances in the call, in the planting and in the direction of a salubrious ridge. If the wines were reconverted, the vine cross could be removed carelessly, rizikovo, and the axis of the trees would be melodious, which humility knew in rapt, and the wines entered.
At Lipnya in 1941, we captured seven fascist soldiers and officers at a strong point, which they fiercely captured. But if the fascists said that we were going forward, what did the girl say, our transfer worker and nurse Olga Paraeva would fearlessly rush to the strong point, they realized that the guns wouldn’t hit us, and, having thrown away the armor, they raised their hands. At the end of the fullness they said that if they overdrew in the hopelessness of defense, they cried out that they would be depleted, and surrendered to the fullness. In response to the question that they had not given in earlier, one of them confirmed: “As soon as we were able to attack the stronghold, we denied the fences and exits.”
The Radian warrior, entering into battle, does not think about wealth or material wealth; I remember only one thing: he was a part of his people, a lieutenant of our Leninist party, the champion of the socialist Fatherland. And she'll keep grinding until the end. As a Radian soldier and sailor, having earned everything in their power, do not know the way until the end, they become husbandly and bring about their death, helping their comrades to establish a battlefield. Who has the greatest loyalty to the Batkivshchyna, the soldier's uniform?
In 1970, at the Exhibition Hall on the Kuznetsky Bridge near Moscow, a painting by the artist Ilyin “The Feat of Sergeant Major Fox” was exhibited. In this picture, the rich man Ivan Lysenko is trimming a metal crossbar with arrow spirals on his shoulders, and under the arrow our explorers are directing towards the battery of the enemy. They spent a long time watching the previous exhibitions of this painting, marveling at the image of the rich man, and behind their appearances it was clear: they believed that it was so. Even if they doubted, respectfully, what happened, then they were only in excitement, in the rush of battle.
I would like to inform the skeptics: everything turned out as it was supposed to be. Even so, it was caught near our paddock, in the operation from the prison of Pechenga.
We refused to go to Miss Khrestovy and defeat the German defense forces. We took an important route, through the tundra and hills, to Khrestovy and came out there for less than a third of our time. The night was already dark, and one of the spies ran into the signal tree. The rocket took off. In front of us, a fascist battery was snatched by a strong arrow fence. The enemies started the fire. A necessary decisive discount. I give the command: “Whoever can, before everyone else is on battery.” Komsomol member Volodya Fatkin threw his jacket onto the prickly spiral and rolled it over, kicking himself in front of the warring kulemetniks. The secretary of our Komsomol organization Sasha Manin also did the same. Volodya perished in the fire of the twin machine-gun installation, and Sashko, having jumped over the deadly stream, cut off the middle of the machine-gun at the concrete and blew himself up with the German machine-gunners.
I am in charge of the communist Ivan Lysenko. Noticing my death, he shouted: “Commander, you can’t do this, you’ll die, I’ll wake you up right away!”
I jumped over the drіt and did not jump, but rather scared Lisenko. The investigators later discovered that Ivan threw his jacket over his head, went under the crossbar, tore it out of the ground and threw it on his shoulders, standing up again, passing to the battery of his comrades. The assholes, one after another, dug into the body of the rich man, and, weakly, Ivan whispered:
- I have no more strength.
“Be patient for a little while, Ivane, I’ve lost a lot,” asking one of the scouts.
“Go ahead and help, otherwise I’ll fall.”
Entrusted with Ivan Lysenko, senior lieutenant Oleksiy Lupov became a communist. The stinks let all the species into the battery and fell into order. Oleksiy Lupov died immediately, and Ivan Lisenko, having suffered 21 wounds, is still alive.
When the battery runs out, I go to Ivan, and before the power is supplied to me, it will be:
- Yak zavdannya?
“Vikonali, Ivana, dear,” she said.
- How many boys died?
“Very few, just a handful of people,” I calmed Ivan down.
- Todi is correct. Yakby through drit, there would be more...
Those were the remaining words. Dying, the warrior-hero was thinking about the legacy that required his resignation, about his comrades, how little life was left to continue the fight against the fascists. It is clear that this is not the passion of battle, but a self-evident sacrifice for the sake of the Fatherland, for the sake of the happiness of future generations, and in this very great feat of the communists Ivan Lysenko, Oleksia Lupova and other heroes.
Once a group of spies got drunk in a very serious situation. We conquered the battlefield near the gate, but were destroyed from the mainland on the Mogilny mission by significant enemy forces. To reduce the resources of the scouts, the enemy used infantry, artillery, and mortars. All this was aimed at the small patch of earth that we occupied. We had the opportunity to conduct a defensive battle of the day, and as soon as the day was over, we lost all the courage and courage of our species.
During the first period of the battle on the edge of the river, danger did not threaten us. I deprived one of the scouts, Zinovyi Rizhechkin, from duty there to guard the sea and, when our ships showed up, contact them and ask for help.
As the battle began, it was not our ships that reached the landing zone, but the German ones and the landing force that had landed, intending to attack us from the side of the sea.
On the isthmus ishov biy. The scouts beat back the enemy's attack and could not help Rizhechkin. We understood this without asking for help. With a machine gun, a captured rifle and a large supply of grenades, Komsomol member Rizhechkin courageously fought back and tried to stab us in the back. I washed myself for 40 minutes. Not having bothered to destroy the operations of one people, the enemies started a mortar fire, firing over 50 minutes. A variety of injuries, my left hand was torn off, I continued to fight against the veins.
The man's warrior was exhausted until he was replaced by another intelligence officer, Mikhailo Kurnosenko. Then, dripping blood, you will be thrown into hiding. It was scary to marvel at the wound of my comrade. Walking over the river, he told us:
“It’s great, you bastards, they cheated me out, and I won’t be lost in the war: having beaten them in order, then there’s no fear of death.”
Zinovy ​​died in our arms. Later, at our base, we found Rizhechkin’s note in the Komsomol ticket. He wrote: “Mother Fatherland! I, an ordinary Komsomol member, entering into the fighting family of spies and navy soldiers, swear an oath to honor and uphold my military and Komsomol membership until the end. The honor and glory of the Komsomol certificate, won by my senior comrades, I will not ruin.”
The important intelligence officer Zinoviy Rizhechkin completed his oath to the Fatherland.
At the end of the day, our camp became even more important. The ammunition supply has reached its end. The fascists, realizing that at night we would try to escape from isolation, launched a baked attack. Not caring about spending, the stinks crawled forward. Fifteen to twenty meters away from us, the stinkers set up two guns and began to pour a flat fire on the small square we were occupying, making it impossible to raise our heads and repair the support.
One of the spies and I managed to grab the guns, and we began to break through, carrying the seriously wounded officer Fyodor Shelavin.
They made their way through the isthmus, when it was already dark, and respected what was hidden. But in a small valley, when there was still a need to patch up, the Hitlerites exiled us again. Lighting up the valley with rockets, the stinks raised a targeted machine-gun fire from the heights that haunted the valley. And we were again pressed to the ground.
Then the intelligence officer Yuriy Mikheyev asked to prepare a bunch of pomegranates - it was necessary to reduce the dugout, to grow at a height. We gave our comrades the entire “Kishenkov artillery” - the remaining three grenades, tied them up, and drove us to the dugout. The enemies marked the scout and focused a strong gunfire on him. Yuri was wounded, but survived later. There was no more than 20 meters left to the dugout, if they could no longer collapse ahead. Having gathered his remaining strength, Yuri rose up under machine-gun fire and threw a bunch of grenades. The dugout was torn apart. When we reached the dugout, Yuri lay there, killed by a machine gun.
As a result of the heroic work of the brave warrior, his fellow explorers burst out of the valley and disappeared into the rocks, and for the spoil they were taken from the skirmish boat commanded by Boris Lyakh, once Hero of the Radyansky Union.
The pointing butt clearly shows that the courageous, proactive actions of warriors in battle and the achievement of a given goal and a worthy feat. Ale feat can be achieved in battle.
In 1943, three of our envoys - Volodymyr Lyande, Anatoly Ignatov and Mikhail Kostin - were sent to New Norway on the outskirts of Varanger with the task of keeping an eye on the actions of the enemy, especially his ship. iv, and report everything to the headquarters of the Aircraft Fleet.
The group was at war for nine months and during this entire hour, as those at sea appeared as guards of the convoy or around the great ships, they transmitted their exact coordinates by radio. According to this reconnaissance group, submariners, pilots, boats and artillerymen of the Light Fleet sank over fifty enemy transports and warships. In addition, intelligence officers systematically informed the command about the presence of enemy aircraft to launch attacks on our targets. These courageous, brave and strong-willed people accomplished a worthy feat of combat, and without any pain.
The will is one of the things that will ensure success in battle. The very communist directness and will, boundless love for Mother-Batkivshchina allow the Radian soldiers to perform feats. Such a patriotic soldier can be killed, but cannot be overcome. These are people of unbreakable will, as the Communist Party and the Leninist Komsomol inspired from them.

To be afraid of a cute little boy

The feat of knitting and tying with smiles. In truth, in peaceful days, without showing courage, courage, courage, you will not accomplish a feat. A person’s skin can become smiling, develop this kindness in itself, and prepare itself for heroic deeds. I don’t believe that people are afraid of nothing. There aren’t many like them, but we can’t. Fear is a necessary reaction of the body in the event of any kind of emergency, and a person can die in the simplest circumstances, for example, under a tram or a car. Lyudina cannot help but be afraid of trouble. The one on the right is how you behave at a critical moment. This should be stored in a lot of meats, as it is necessary to wither.
I have had the opportunity to walk to the outside of the gate many times. And now, when I crossed the front line or on ships approached the shore occupied by the enemy, I felt a sense of fear clench my heart, lest I have overrun it.
The real courage lies in knowing the strength of will to overcome fear, the thought of death, and to challenge yourself to overcome those challenges that stand before you. Indeed, many of our paratroopers were brave, including Andriy Pshenichnykh. Apparently, in order to stop the landing of the hostile landing force, he rushed to the enemy’s attention and with his butt began to clear his way to the boat. Having lost their lives, the enemies did not dare to resist the onslaught of the important scout. It’s impossible to get rid of him - like a high school student, you can’t open the fire from the deck - but into the back of your soldiers, and the boat backed up.
The machine gun of the Hero of the Radyansky Union of Andriy Petrovich Pshenichnykh is still preserved at the Museum of the Pshenichny Fleet. The warrior showed true humility, based on the clear meaning of his mission, his commitment to the Batkivshchyna and supported by the unbreakable will of his commitment.
Front-line correspondent of the newspaper "Pravda" Hero of the Radyansky Union S. Borzenko recognized that at the hour of the Kerch-Feodosiya operation, one bunch of sailors was given the task of landing with the first landing force and defeating the enemy battery. The child sat down and began his activities. The enemy lost his lips. The sailors lost their batteries. In front of me was a field and a small town, and the stench could not be broken through immediately. Realizing that the skin is growing more unsafe, the fragments of the enemy can come to you, the commander rose, calling before the attack. Ale vin immediately died. Buv killings kuleyu and party organizer. And then a girl, a nurse and a nurse, Galya Petrova, gathered and rushed to the mine field.
“Brothers,” she shouted, dancing, “I’m not here!”
In one breath, the winter villages were fenced off and a mine field was passed. Commandant sailors viconali.
Sergiy Borzenko wants to know this girl and joke about her. Raptom through the ukrittya valley of crying. Having looked there, he saw the girl who was crying.
- Galya, are you hurt? - having slept Borzenko.
“No,” she confirmed, “I was hopping around so much that I can’t stop crying.”
- So how could you get drunk and run into my field? And now, having accomplished the feat, you, heroine, cry like a girl.
- Why be timid? Even though I was a Komsomol member, I knew that the sailors needed to be raised to attack, but the commander and party organizer died. I knew that it was human selfishness and pride not to allow sailors to lose their jobs, if a girl, alone, could perish before their eyes.
Gali was given the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union.
This girl was able to display great mental, moral and physical attractions. Her nerves went away as soon as the trouble passed. Alas, I remember the people who tried similar things and then smiled. However, at the moment of this feat, the stench was experienced by the same people as Galya.
I still remember the incident when our intelligence officer Semyon Agafonov, who became the Hero of the Radyansky Union, having quickly caught up with the momentary involvement of the enemies, fearlessly walked at once on two guns that were beating on the new mayzha. When a few meters were lost to the stone behind which the gunners hid, Semyon rushed at the fascists, our bliskavka. Then they fed him, as soon as he got the hang of such a thing. Semyon cheerfully Vidpov:
- What’s special? As soon as I looked at it, I shouted at the fascists. Well, I think, ok, you can’t mess with me with three hands.
Together with my friends, I realized that it was scary, that everything was getting colder in the middle, and... it was so necessary.
These people wore their clothes out of fear, they acted, smilingly marveling in the face of death, and they performed feats not for the sake of great glory, not for any private spontaneous motives, but through other spontaneity - in the interests of the Fatherland, for the sake of a happy life on earth.

KNOWLEDGE IS THE SUPPORT OF WILL

Nowadays, all the activity of the war is connected with flexible combat equipment, and when a soldier takes part in checks and creates gaps, he shows not only his own specialties, but also the actions of his sidekick - the technology Chi zbroji. Since a soldier knows his right well, he approaches the armor, the machine, the unit calmly, with a firm feeling, so that the stench does not let him down. The actions of such a warrior for any situation will be courageous and proactive. Since the stock of knowledge is small, there is no chance of success, and, going to the check, one probably thinks: “Everything will turn out well today, otherwise...”
This is more possible in terms of skills, but in battle everything is much more complicated. In battle, soldiers defend their gates with technology and armor, preventing force from force. Now, in order to achieve success, you need a great store of knowledge, you need to know the enemy, know his strength and ability.
In battle, the soldiers act clearly, only if they believe in success, if their stock of knowledge gives them the ability to understand and correctly evaluate all the difficulties and insecurities on the road to the snow. Then you can praise the correct decision, and faith has the ability to value your will. However, as soon as people are on the road, they begin to chatter unknowingly, and the stock of obvious knowledge does not allow them to assess the situation, they are wasted, they accept mercy, their will is weak, and in battle they are led to death.
Let's talk about one outburst that occurred at the risk of war in the Naval Fleet. The detachment of sailors under the command of Vasil Kislyakov was tasked with destroying one of the hills. The Hitlerites advanced with forces that more than once overthrew the army's warriors. Beat the cruelty. They died a lot, they came out wounded. I will keep the man Kislyakov healthy by sending word that Terminova’s help is needed. Only Vasil Kislyakov lost his job. In order to lead the enemy into deception, having collected the entire squad, quietly dismantling them, alternately fighting from different places, creating the appearance that the enemy is not just one person, but a whole group. This streamed the fascists. Sometimes the smells still made it to the top. Todi Kislyakov fired from the machine gun, throwing grenades, and the enemies rushed down, killing dozens of them.
But the ammunition ran out and the last grenade was lost. Vasily, noticing that the Nazis were going on the attack again, stumbled upon the steepest business of the scheme. Then he rose to his feet, threw a grenade and shouted: “Platoon, follow me, attack!” - rushing forward. The enemies fled in panic, and the smart warrior, having picked up a large number of German armor, turned to the hill and increased the height until reinforcements arrived.
The bravery of the warrior, who did not flinch before mortal danger, his fighting spirit, his guilt allowed him to have important, seemingly hopeless minds, not to be ruined and to overcome.
Kislyakov’s goodness and generosity were based on a great stock of knowledge, cleverly vikorist in the world. In whose battle he stood not only with his own, but with the enemy’s armor, and in his gentle hands she lived without a trace. The commander emphasized his strength, knowledge, his will was unbreakable, and this gave him courage.
For his accomplishments, Vasil Pavlovich Kislyakov was the first among the sailors of the Pivnichny Fleet to be awarded the high title of Hero of the Radyansky Union.
Having successfully used combat equipment and the crew of the submarine ship of the Pivnichny fleet Sh-402. One time he successfully attacked an enemy transport, and then discovered a troublesome re-investigation of the enemy’s escort ships. Knocked down without a pistol and with dead batteries, she could neither walk nor get wet. The situation became critical. Even though it was already dark and the enemy ships were re-investigating, they were already on the enemy shore with guard posts and heavy batteries. In this difficult situation, which seemed to have no way out, the crew of the submarine was not ruined. From canvas covers, the sailors made windshields that were raised on the periscope, and were visible from the unsafe shoreline. It took an hour for the engine mechanics to start the diesel engine, replacing the diesel fuel with lubricant. They knew well the capabilities of 38-K-8 diesel engines. Of course, the creators of these engines did not allow this option, but their knowledge and knowledge expanded the capabilities of the technology.
Once again, dwelling on the knowledge, I will say that all my injuries, which I “received” from the fate of the war, fell on the first period, or rather, on the first river of the war. There was little knowledge, little memory, little knowledge. Then everything came, and then I believed that if I fought against any enemy, even if I was born, I would come out victorious. The day will end sooner, and the bagnets will be caught. I'm lost morally. The enemy needs to think carefully about you and lead him to death, and then defeat him for your victory. I believe in my own evidence and often enter battles without armor, thus the most feared enemy rushes at me like an easy species. Tse bulo yogo pardon, yak vin, cry, crying full and death.
Three Hero of the Radyansky Union, Ivan Mikitovich Kozhedub, out of fierce hatred, throws his wounds, without ammunition, he flies into an attack on the enemy, and in fear he turns over the enemy. Let it begin in the hopeless camp. But evidence gradually accumulates, knowledge emerges, and in the further struggle this becomes one of Kozhedub’s fighting techniques.
All these butts are from the war, over thirty years ago. Now technology has progressed far ahead, and the knowledge of the trained strong-willed, courageous people, skilled in performing various feats in the name of the Fatherland, has grown enormously.

VOLOVIY - MEAN DISCIPLINE

Some young soldiers and sailors can almost feel that their advancements are hanging in front of them, that there is no war, but from where there is a vibukhna, then you wonder who is building. This idea, of course, comes from the fact that some of the veterans appreciate that in the face of war and undisciplined people in battle can be brave.
No, an undisciplined person is not capable of heroic deeds, and in intelligence, for example, such a thing cannot be achieved. There, everything is subject to strict discipline, strict control of the skin’s own obligations, and the least attention to the plan of sanitation activities can lead to unprecedented harm and the death of people. The best thing a smart guy like him can do is to earn a dashing talent in the excitement of battle. Sometimes people get so upset that they forget to tell about those who get out of it, touch their right-handers and left-handers, not matching their actions with the actions of their comrades. Only people with high discipline can tidy up their clothes, bastard, squeeze their nerves into a fist and direct their strength to the final combat task.
Once, a group of spies at the warehouse of five individuals landed in the enemy’s rear with caution. The group is small enough not to reveal itself and only in extreme crisis, as the “neighbors” stumble at an important position, take the blow on themselves. For several decades the explorers were in the thicket of the enemy, everything went well, but the stench was not noticeable. Having noticed a group of Hitlerites of 60 people walking unturboedly along the ravine, they decided to round them up and protect them. The fascists were killed, documents were collected, either destroyed, or taken from themselves.
Having turned around without spending any money, the intelligence officers received insurance to the praise of the chief, and then the group commander took away 15 days of the guardhouse. Why? And to the one who broke discipline. The group did not completely destroy its legacy - it revealed to itself the legacy of what was destroyed by another group. The enemy, having made a noise and having shown a friend's group, yak bula zmushena, without victorious the command, turned to his base. And the victory of another group was much more important, less than 60 fascists.
This episode of indiscipline occurred without casualties. Ale buva y girshe.
At the Far Gathering, during the liberation of Southern Korea from the Japanese imperialists, our forces, together with a company of automatic marines, were given the task of searching for a bridgehead in the Korean port of Seisin for the landing of the main landing force. . There were more than five thousand Japanese in the area, and then we acted decisively, clearly, according to knowledge, and by the end of the first day they buried bridges across the river, thus cutting off the Japanese on their way out, clearing the enemy’s center Ista and trimali under control of the port. That's it, follow the plan. At night there was a verse. It is clear that the French Japanese will try to protect us, clear their routes before the exit and, if not destroy, then hinder the landing of our main landing party, I have decided to do so.
The defense of the bridges, the city center and control of the port were entrusted to a special enclosure. The company, no matter how small it is before the battle, is small to take up the defense of the river and prevent the enemy from crossing. Fearing that the Japanese would cross the river at night, I ordered the company commander to lead his people to the very water line and control the river. One platoon of a company of marines was ordered to defend a small place across the canal near our front.
At night, the intelligence officers informed me that the platoon had reached the bridge and had not been discovered. Terminovo had a chance to force a group of spies on the front lines of the defense. It was understood that, following my order, the platoon commander was planning to cross the channel and sink into the mud. The platoon was lost in the ambush and died.
The next day, when a violent battle flared up in the area of ​​the bridges, I withdrew the knowledge that the company had been sharpened. It turned out that the commander of the roti was not in command. Often their fighters, who were severely bitten by mosquitoes, brought them under the protection of the budinki. The Japanese, having quickly crossed the river, concentrated near the lines. If the French company commander turned around to the water, the enemy, having disguised himself well, let the company through the lines, retreated, and the company experienced great losses. Without the help of the guilty courage and mastery of the intelligence officers, we were able to break through to the company and lead the fighters out at once from the seriously wounded commander from prison. In these actions and our era, we recognized expenses that were completely unjustified.
Of course, everything can be justified, as the actions of our comrades were carried out after the battle in Seisin, during the period of combat, but the main reason for the losses in this episode was indiscipline.
From the pointings of the butts, it is clear what small inheritances can lead to indiscipline and how one can appreciate the brave deeds of people who have been inspired by high strength and discipline.

IN A HEALTHY TYPE IS A HEALTHY SPIRIT

The greater the task of standing in front of people, the more important the walk to the snow, the more tense your brain is. During battle, during an attack, soldiers also think intensely. As a strong soldier, he is hardened, he senses excess strength, he knows that he is facing the enemy, and he decides to go forward. Well, what about a weak soldier? You get up, and your back hurts, because you can’t move on the ground, the collapse feels important. If any opponent were to be overcome by a hero, and the thought would appear melodiously: I might have the strength to get the strength, but what did they give to the hero? Such a soldier forgets about his duties, begins to think about the order of his life, and initiates the battle to the hands of the enemy.
Combat practice clearly shows that there are no hand-to-hand battles, if the opponents are offended with the same energy and can overcome. One of the two is obligated to get angry and go out, but if there is nowhere to go, they get caught, throwing away their lives. The other one, desperately, will end the task until the end. The other one will be the one who has a strong will, who physically and morally overwhelms the enemy. This is the psychological law of combat. I served at the corral, which, while operating in the thick of the enemy, was always inferior to the enemy both in numbers, and in technical equipment, and in the intensity of fire, and yet again in hand-to-hand combat. Neither the Germans nor the Japanese acted as decisively as we did in hand-to-hand situations. Sometimes the stinks attacked, but there was a squeeze from a mass of people, and those who stuck close to us were only attacked, and there was fear in their eyes.
At the Lipnya in 1941, having just arrived before the paddock, I and a group of scouts set off on the Vorozhy shore to weaken one of the strongholds. The commander, senior lieutenant Georgy Lebedev, planned to attack the stronghold from three sides. Our five is small enough to go around two hills, cross a valley, and do everything in secret. We hurried, and I, perhaps, the fastest, because I appeared fifty meters ahead of my comrades. Lie down at the tabernacles and check the food. Two warlike officers and more than a dozen soldiers rushed through the granite ledge and headed straight ahead to me. I took aim and fired. The officer fell and muttered. I shoot at another officer - misfire. Having reloaded, the misfire starts again. While I was getting ready, another officer flagged me down, shot me with his pistol, and knocked me down. Then I scrambled off the ground and rushed forward. The officer, without firing any more, escaped, followed by all the soldiers. I chased them seventy meters. They didn’t catch up, because the stench arose from the concrete fortification. I fired a grenade. Then Mikola Domanov arrived and we destroyed the entire group. For this first battle, I was awarded the medal “For Life.”
The idea of ​​attacking the fascists did not come out of nowhere. I believe in my strength, I believe that in hand-to-hand combat I will defeat any enemy. In other battles, already aware of the enemy, we and our comrades sometimes stood in front of the attacker and calmly, decidedly walked forward, and the enemy entered. This became our most reliable method of defense, which was often used at Khrestovoy.
Zagin, who started his military career as an ordinary intelligence officer, and ended as a commander, achieved great military successes, which was largely due to the physical display of our intelligence officers. One day we were given the task of taking captives from the coastal road near Northern Norway. The reconnaissance team spotted a large number of military personnel there, and clarification of the metal supply was necessary for the “movie”. The situation was complicated by the fact that the transfer of German units was carried out almost every day, under the cover of coastal batteries and aircraft.
We set out on torpedo boats before dark, knowing that we were aware of the sounds of enemy ships. We wondered how many hours the convoys spend moving from one point to another. It was established that one of the convoys would arrive at the Vadsjo destination point, if it was already dark. In order to fool the enemy, the boats set off on a heading course. As soon as it got dark, we turned to the Vadsjo area.
The weather was getting worse. There was great trouble, and the boats could not reach the shore. The breeders hung out on small inflatable chevrons, having spent a lot of time. In order to get across the convoy, it was necessary to quickly reach the road, which was about three kilometers away. We threw our backpacks on our clothes and, with only armor and ammunition, ran through the deep snow to the road. Not skin people zdatna vitrima ti navantazhennya.
The essence was sharpened for twenty minutes. We destroyed the headquarters of the anti-aircraft regiment and the Vartov company, burying them full and all the headquarters documentation.
There was an alarm on the shore. German reinforcements reached the battlefield, and we again had the opportunity to get to the shore through the deep snow, with the captives and the great tractor. On our small boats, we swam around and reached the boats.
The Hitlerites later wrote in their offices that the Russians landed a great landing force, and “with the valiant troops of the Fuhrer, the landing forces were often impoverished, often thrown at the sea.” In fact, 33 scouts took their part in the battle, and they all returned safely to base.
For the rest of the night and half of the next day the sea was stormy. We tore the kriga out of the tops and decks and pumped up the water with buckets. Even though we were exhausted, we lost all our clothes to save money.
About twelve turned back to the base, and exactly twelve already took part in the races - in the relay race, and one of our teams took first place. It’s not because we have gathered the best skiers for the fleet - in other teams there were masters of sports, but because the physical training of the scouts is indispensable, their will to fight was even higher. We are asked to fight for any minds until the end of the battle.
Now you can almost feel that in the atomic age, physical strength is not valued, everything is done by technology, and war, as it happens, is a push-button one, and for a successful command you need your head, not your flesh. The head is good, and the technology and buttons are also good, but the sailors from nuclear submarines, where there is enough technology and buttons, it seems: “The first time you press the bottom button, you press the top five times.” Surely, they stink, let’s say so. With the growth of technology, the speed of human action increases, a mitten reaction is required to the conditions that quickly change to the display of devices. No, the words of the wise Vislov have not become obsolete in our atomic age: “A healthy body has a healthy mind.”

UNIVERSITY OF PARTNERSHIP AND FRIENDSHIP

The traditions of military camaraderie in the Russian army are rich in history. We always sacredly remember Suvorov’s words: “Get yourself killed, and save your comrade.” Our party has created an army beyond the strength of its strength, such fighting teams as a friend, a comrade and a brother. In battles against the enemies of the socialist Fatherland, this brotherhood increased our resilience, strengthened our courage, and helped us overcome the enemy. For old soldiers who fought in their lives, military camaraderie is a sacred and indestructible concept. And Gogol’s series, as intense as a song, “There are no bonds of holy camaraderie!” Many of us could put the epigraph on our military biographies.
I am often asked what a wonder it was for me to survive in numbers and unsafe forays around the world, how my talents helped me. And I invariably testify that with these wonders, with these talents, were my faithful comrades, who have always inspired me. Their constant readiness to snatch, help, and rescue and my boundless faith in them gave strength, strength, vitrim, helped to heal the wounds. To my friends - to whom I commend my exploits, high cities and lives themselves. I will always remember the lesson that I learned from my fellow student, Semyon Agafonov.
After defeating the fascist Nimechina, I was transferred from Pivnochi to the command of a similar unit in the Pacific Fleet and was allowed to take fifty of the Pivnichny Marines from among them. There were many more eager ones. To encourage someone to travel with me means to formulate... How should you do it? I would like to talk to the boys, those who have fought a lot, and have enough money in the city, that, having said that, the time has come to think about the next steps. I call Semyon Agafonov. Hero of the Radyansky Union, three Orders of the Red Prapor, Order of the Great White War. Raju youmu are preparing for demobilization. And Semyon, our legendary scout, looked at me so that I felt disgraceful, and even calmly said:
“I ask for the Gathering so that I can harm you and these boys from the Pacific pen.” They are young, let us say, not our children, but young brothers, without a battle record, and the Japanese are approachable, cunning enemies, you will take your head off, and you will put a lot of these lads. And as soon as we know how to complete the most important tasks of intelligence, we will have more success, and more likely to lose these guys alive. We need to live! Live so that there will be communism. Why are we fighting for glory?
It’s impossible to forget!
I’m turning around again before the battle at Mission Mogilny, about which I wrote. For the Vikonny Palace, a naval infantry battalion was seen on Mogilny. The reconnaissance group, which I then commanded and which consisted of seven individuals, is small to lead the battalion to a strong point and first get to the next one in order to save the complete documents. Other groups were tasked with protecting the battalion.
Marine infantry, insufficiently prepared for action in Georgian minds and poorly physically prepared, have not yet reached the place of recognition. Shot by artillery and mortar fire, the stinks began to reach the landing site.

I'm lying in the middle of a stone. In front was a valley, and behind it was a strong point. The hushed explorers followed me with tense respect, and I listened to the signal about the start of action, painfully thinking that we were wasting expensive goods and could recognize great expenses. Once it became clear that the battalion was stuck (we still didn’t know what to do), I heard the activities, the chants that were supporting us, as if not the marines, then our groups.

I didn’t give commands, but simply stood up and rushed to the enemy’s mark. All the scouts of the group rushed forward at the same time. Other groups in our pen immediately came to help. And the mystery was revealed.
We needed to turn around, otherwise the enemy had already occupied the isthmus. We could have slipped through his lines, except that we had seriously wounded young lieutenant Fedir Shelavin, one of the group commanders. In order to untie our hands, we are about to shoot ourselves. I picked it up from someone else. We lost our mission.
The rich people cried out in such a decision. Dekhto was aware that in order to restore people and buried documents, it was necessary to sacrifice one person. I still respect that I did it right. To deprive officer Shelavin of reprisal against the enemies meant to sap the intelligence of the spies from military friendship, military camaraderie, to save a lot of courage, humility - the kindnesses without which it is impossible to fight.
We have a leather breeder in our pen, this feat, recognizing that this merit is not only his own, but his comrades in the field. The success of one person is linked to the secret success of the corral.
The feat is on the right for the sake of the team, and in order to earn it, you need to think not about how to stand up to your comrades, but about how to help them set the task, to relieve their importance to their military duties. People often say: “Only one in the field is not a warrior.” Even if a person did not hesitate to show up before others, the feat cannot be achieved, since there is no valid friendship, trust one in one again.
The feat is achieved by the active team, and the one who excels in other preparations achieves the most challenging and most secure task. In order to achieve success, your comrades must help you.
In battle, the people are singing, and even more so, if you believe from their comrades, they know that they are supporting them, that they stink quite a bit. Throwing away their lives, they want to destroy everything so that they can be left behind. This is how feats are achieved, this is how heroes are popularized.

THE WILL OF THE NATIONAL INITIATIVE

Of great importance when achieving a goal is the initiative and guilt of a person. Initiative and guilty people set the task of being in the most important minds, making it easier to achieve success.
Two torpedo boats under the command of the daughter-in-law of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, Oleksandr Shebalin, with a group of spies on board, left the sea. There they fought the enemy convoy, which consisted of three transports and fifteen guard ships. Shabalin praised the courage of the decision to attack the transport.

Dvichi Hero of the SRSR Oleksandr Shabalin
Hitler's escort ships were well armored, and it seemed almost impossible to break through their forces. Three boats went on the attack, but without success.
The battle distance sometimes reached fifty meters, sometimes even less. The commander of the reconnaissance group, guarding the end of the battle, launched a call to the upper deck of the reconnaissance units and, with the fire of their armor, destroyed the artillery gaps of the fascist ships. The proposition was accepted. During the fourth attack, the artillery fires on the two closest enemy boats, the Myslyvs, became exhausted, and the ships left the battle. Having created a gap, our torpedo boats broke through and sank two transports. Thus, a reasonable initiative helped the boatmen from the vicont of the battlefield.
And the axle is a different butt. The company attacked the height, where the Hitlerites attacked. The infantry quickly rose to attack, their enemy was surrounded by strong machine-gun fire. The platoon commander, Lieutenant Veselov, recovered from being seriously wounded, and suddenly the alarming news came about the death of the company commander. Sergeant Pogodin lost his senior ranks. We understand that success can only be achieved by moving forward.
Having calmed down the group of a few people, Sergeant Pogodin, victorious through a small ravine, made his way around the heights. About halfway through the war, they immediately felt the noise of an engine, and then heard a tank rushing at the fortification with crosses on the armor, shooting from the firing point.
It turned out that a group of soldiers, intimidated by Sergeant Pogodin, entered the back of the enemy and suddenly attacked the fascist tank, which was standing near the bushes with open hatches. The crew rushed about the cars, refueling them. The fighters rushed at the Nazis and subdued them with automatic fire. Afterwards, the fighters reached the fascist car and rushed to attack the enemy. The company, fueled by tank fire, rapidly attacked the heights.
Initiative, smart people are respected, valued, they are trusted with the best technology, important fields, unknown paths, they rely on them. The stench won't let you down. Why don’t all people always show initiative and guilt, which comes out of good minds and important tasks?
Perhaps, only those people who thoroughly know their specialty and are masters of a trusted technique can demonstrate initiative and resourcefulness; who disciplines, trust in friendship, trust that his initiative actions will be reasonable and supportive comrades. Creativity may be evident in these minds, which will ensure success for the warrior in battle. It is clear that initiative and guilt can be a free-willed person.
Another example from my combat practice. Our landing force arrived at the Korean port of Wonsan: nearly two thousand marine infantry. The stench took over part of the port. The Japanese had troops numbering over ten thousand in the area. The situation was tense. During the fighting, the Japanese withdrew, but did not capitulate, although, apparently, the Japanese emperor had already signed the decree on capitulation. Checked in at the locality. We made a slick cloth, which saved the Japanese military the ability to exit. We sent officers from the garrison command warehouse to our ship. They explained the plan of the Japanese command. It has been reduced to the point that all armies will be concentrated directly at the port, attack and defend our landing force, seize the ships that stand at the berths, and sail to the metropolis by sea. About this I added to the landing commander, Captain 1st Rank Studenichnikov. The Japanese soldiers did not yet know about such a plan, and they needed to show them that the garrison had begun to capitulate.
I received a written order to bring the garrison to the airfield, which is located on the other side of Wonsan Bay, before capitulation. The garrison had more than three thousand troops, and there were far fewer of us.
On the torpedo boats we went to the mow, where there were dismantled warehouses, hangars, and zlitnaya smuha, and, quickly landing, took up defensive positions. Now we could get caught up in enemy targets. Our defense was reliable. In front of us is a flat field, and behind us are torpedo boats, with all sorts of large-caliber guns on each side. We checked to harass the enemy.
The same passenger cars appeared on the ice field that were driving straight ahead to us. Five officers got out of the passenger car, and two soldiers pulled their boots from the van. We were asked to sit down. This request was made in a very dignified manner, with chuckles and bows. The sisters were convinced, and I immediately asked:
- When are you thinking about giving up?
Senior officer, major, military commander:
“I don’t think it’s more important to negotiate before capitulation, such negotiations should be conducted with the head of the airfield.” He's at headquarters and checking on you.
How to fix it? It will be possible to fight, and it will inevitably spread to the port, and the formation of our landing will be important. Piti - risikovano, prote є sens. It’s so simple, the stench won’t bother us, and in the hour of negotiations we can find some way out.
Ten people went to the headquarters. Under the command of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, midshipman Oleksandr Nikandrov lost his position. On the way to headquarters, the Japanese officers carefully informed us about the strength of their defense. We realized that this is a psychological shortcut. I wanted to turn back. The best bet. Let’s face it, everything is clear, but here it’s unclear what the samurai will throw up if we talk about it at headquarters.
I got two spies to contact me on the street, and all the people went to the office of the head of the airfield. There were about two dozen officers there. We greeted each other politely, sat down and negotiations began. Mittevo began to laugh at the appearance of the Japanese officers, and the head of the airfield, Colonel, sternly asked:
- Where are our officers?
What can I say? Just like this:
— We are having negotiations on the ship.
- I'm wondering if there's a stink in the carelessness?
“No matter what, everyone does it voluntarily,” I sang calmly. - We came to find out if you are full.
The colonel stood up, and other officers gathered behind him:
“We have no right to surrender in full, and we have no base to conduct our investigations, accept, until our command will not turn back from your ship.” I intend to engage you as guarantors until our command returns, and the soldiers who landed with you, please do not leave the airfield, otherwise everyone will be deprived.
Looking at my comrades, it became clear to me that they were ready for drastic action. The Japanese officers tensely checked for confirmation. Why, after calling out the guards, did the colonel not punish us to disband us? To go out, afraid, afraid of death. And I said:
- Perhaps we are ready to die. Alas, after you.
About an hour later Ivan Guznenkov closed the window, showing with a gesture what could be cut off here. Andriy Pshenichnikh went to the doors, locking them with a key and putting them in the jelly, and Volodymyr Olyashev approached the doors with a machine gun. Dmitro Sokolov went up to the colonel, and Semyon Agafonov stood up lightly, without haste, tossing a grenade, like a child’s toy. The Japanese spent the whole hour chasing the grenade and trembling a little. There was fear in their eyes. The colonel asked to move on to negotiations.
“It’s time for us to formalize a decision and voice it to the unit commanders, but for this we need to hold a short meeting.”
“No,” I confirmed, “you have a paper, in ink, there is an order to write.”
“Even if it’s a formal papier, we won’t be able to bring him to the attention of the underlings,” said the colonel.
“It’s okay, as if this task is done, it’s an order,” I said.
The order was signed. I handed it to the major, having spent the entire hour giving instructions to other officers, and saying:
- There are enough telephones here, check them out. You can see the entire field from the window. Just as all your troops are resting without a break on the battlefield, I receive the signal from my comrades and immediately leave the headquarters premises.
Forty years later, the army woke up, I turned off the signal from Nikandrov, and we went above.
The soldiers were called to death. A long time ago a column left, and news was required from the bay to one of the schools. In order not to disintegrate the forces of the convoy, we decided to move the column with all the soldiers in a row, but still we were not able to escort such a column. So I ordered the colonel and the major to get into the passenger car at the same time as me, all the officers who were at headquarters got into the bus, and the troops, under the supervision of their commanders and our guards, to collapse to the point of recognition. Moreover, having preceded what one soldier wanted, the first to be relieved of the colonel, then the major, and then others. Colonel of the confusion will subdue. He himself voiced our strength to the military. In this manner we began the march to the place of recognition.
Order of the commandant bulo viconano. And immediately after the capitulation of the airfield garrison, the capitulation of the entire Wonsan garrison began.
Over the years, I had the opportunity to read a little about this operation and how Leonov, with a dozen intelligence officers, created the appearance of three and a half thousand Japanese troops and took them from the full. As you know, life is all a little different, perhaps, simply put, if only I could trust my faithful, reliable friends.

HEROES' WAY

I am often asked: what do you need to do in order to accurately record and clearly conclude whatever your most unsafe assignments are? My message would be simple: instill in yourself the love of the Fatherland, memory, will, they will help you achieve feats, just as they helped our peers. Ale, I’ll remind you of this with another butt. A young sailor, Makar Babikov, arrived before us. He is short in age, thin and not at all physically weak. You didn’t go to the pen for external signs, but they took you. They took Babikov, who served as a clerk, which we really needed. I became a miracle clerk. Writing beautifully and competently, driving the machine, having a wonderful memory, coping well with his obligations. Prote Babikov wants to be a spy. Vin came to commander.
- I need to fight. I know, you’ll say, I’m weak,” after quickly rinsing the wine, bachachi, so the commander is trying to stop him. - That’s what I already feel from you, and from other species. Only the axis and Mikola Ostrovsky are not very strong, and having earned a lot, your spies are not all rich, but they fight well, and I am not proud of others. From today I will start getting ready for hikes, learn everything that a student needs to know, and go in for sports as a follow-up. From there I made a little book, wrote everything down here - I’ll delete it, I’ll write it down, I’ll write it down, I’ll write it down, I’ll write it down, and I’ll write it down. Please accept the signs and put signs on what you have done and how you have created them.
- What about the clerk's harness, Makar? Adjeti is still our clerk,” said the commander.
- Well, I’ll take off the clerk’s bindings, I’ll cut it.
І Makar began to prepare for the filling. The commander called to me and said:
— At Makar’s, we accept lessons throughout the entire program of the breeder. Marvel, there are no indulgences. Behind the skin, he has a book, Zalikova, having collected it himself. Give your rating and sign. I'll sleep with you.
I really wanted to be convinced of this agreement, but I was done and finished. And then it began. Makar pulled himself up onto the horizontal bar of the trichi - becoming a yoma. Having raised the two-pounder, it started pouring again. On the licks from the water, the water starts to flood again. The trophy pistol is durable - there’s a lot of binding here. And I got so excited that I started wandering around Makar.
As if Makar will dig up a Canadian pistol here and extract it, so that I can receive him in the new hall, and I myself will study it first. And Makar became so angry that he didn’t give up and said:
- You, Makar, having already become a professor at the intelligence agency, you know everything better than me. While I’m at war, you’re busy with the cramming, I’ll come, you’ll build the halls. You just hide behind these little places so you don’t walk around. You've been fighting for a long time.
Having called Makar, pishov, and for fifteen years the commander calls to me:
- Why are you busy with fools, and are you leading people into deception? He now wishes that they took him before the campaign, as if I knew everything, Leonov told me about it.
I checked until the commander had spoken, and then calmly said:
- If you punish me, I’ll take him before the hike. I hope you can choose a new clerk in the future.
- Why?
- And for those who cannot turn back, you will be left without a clerk.
- Throw it. The trick is to let the sailor know that this is a valid military campaign, otherwise we may be alive. Makar is a valuable figure for the pen.
Perhaps I was covered for us, the spies, and with a hint of irony I said:
- It’s true, I’m guilty, having forgotten, the clerk is right to stand at the intelligence pen. We will try, be sung, we will lie down with brushes, and we will spare you the clerk.
For a few days we went on a hike. Mav's hike is awkward. Walk along the front line, then seventy kilometers along the road, pick up the object and turn back. The axis and everything is forgotten, but... The leather breeder took from it kilograms of forty vantage. This is important for a hardened man, but Makar is not at all capable of it.
Ale vin ishov, cheering and smiling. The comrades barked at him, and then the bachachis became alarmed that Makar was tripping. They wanted to help. Semyon Agafonov stated directly:
- I told you, Makara, that you are rare at the knees, but you are not, you are still going out, and now you are ready to go out. Give us your vantage, we will bear it, but you go without anything.
Ale Makar stubbornly vіdpov:
“I know where I’m going, I know what difficulties they expect me to face, and let me do everything myself.”
Sometimes we stumble, sometimes we fall. At the first rest stop, when Makar had fallen asleep, they took all the important things out of his backpack, and then put in the oven, biscuits, spare scrapers and stuff. The volume of the backpack itself was lost, and the size changed.
We turned back to march nineteen days away. The two dobies were lying flat on Makar’s bed. I confirmed to the commander that the treasure of Babikov’s “training” was taken away from him. And in two minutes Makar moved up - and right before me.
“I, it seems, felt bad for myself during the campaign, it seems, I felt worse for others.”
“Everything works for you,” I point out, “but not for me.” I know for sure that you wouldn’t do anything if your comrades didn’t help you.
“And that’s why,” Makar counters, “I still don’t train enough, I don’t practice enough.”
“Perhaps, Makare, if you honestly admit once in life that you work little, sit at your desk and work more, believe me, it’s on the right side of you.”
“No, I go hiking more often,” Makar said decisively.
I don’t remember how my relationship with Makar ended, only the sailor filled me with his directness, and I became a good scout. And we began to train him for a new program. On the way, I took him with me calmly, keeping him with me, guarding him, giving him hints, and not giving him any peace on the way out.
As in many parts, our day begins with physical exercises, but exercise is especially important. The holidays are about to begin and there is a ten-minute warm-up. There is boxing and jiu-jitsu. I Makar is summed up. And I’ll give someone from the provenance already in order to fix his sides so that he’ll be sick for a day, and for that ten minutes is not required, two of them are completely gone. Therefore, Makar, get up and walk on your feet at the same time. You’ll walk about thirty, or even fifty, kilometers along the hills, turn around, look at the waist-high snow in the water, and go for a snack. And Makar, you marvel, is just about to go. You can also rub yourself in the snow and go further. And there wasn’t such a situation that we didn’t go through all the distance that we’ve done all that day, no matter how hard it was. If Makara wants to win in the ring, but our sides are on the kilim, we won’t get out of this breed until we learn how to properly repair the support of your yomu.
Makar was not a good ten years old, but in a real battle he did not hit the bad guys.
In one battle, going to the aid of our group, my closest friend Vasil Kashutin died. I treated Vasily lying between the Germans and our group, but not knowing whether he had been shot or seriously injured, and wanted to reconsider. As I begin to get ready for the exit, I hear Makar’s voice in a loud voice:
- Comrade foreman, allow me to earn some money.
I looked at Makar, pale, and there was a pimples on my forehead. Smiling, he said to the youmu:
- No, Makar, be nicer here.
Ale vin stated calmly and decisively:
- I’m viscous, this is my bond, and I’m dying.
Vin popped up, wounded his leg, but turned back. Having lost Vasily, he changed his mind and found himself dead. The Nazis started the fire. Makar, with his head buried on the ground, froze in a row from Kashutin without a collapse. I barked to myself for those who didn’t think of bothering him. The Germans thought that they had killed him and set fire to him. Quickly hulking two or three, Makar rushed to his feet and ran, kicking his wounded leg, throwing himself at our side. By the time the enemies, who had ruined themselves, came to take him at gunpoint, he had already appeared at the stone and turned to his place.
So Makar snatched the fruits of the breeder from himself, sealing his will.
During the hour of battle in the Korean port of Seishin, Japanese machine guns installed in the ruined parapet of the bridge were already in sight. I entrusted Babikov with the guns. The attack has dragged on, and I’m about to find out what it’s all about. When approaching the bridge, I asked Babikov. Blood was flowing on his face. One of the scouts bandaged my head, and the other, a sailor who had not yet been fired upon, began to confess:
- The place will be heavily shelled, you won’t be able to reach the machine guns and you won’t be able to get a grenade...
Babikov Mittevo took off his bandage and shouted sharply:
- There are gaps that you can’t get through, you just can’t and you’re proving to be a fool, but well, let’s go together!
Hastily, sometimes by stretching, sometimes by scurrying, leaning forward and, reaching the metal foot, squeezing to the ground. Having lost his breath, Babikov suddenly jumped up and threw two grenades one after another. This is a completely different Babikov. He ended the war as a commander of a reconnaissance platoon, Hero of the Radyansky Union.
After the war, Makar Andriyovich Babikov graduated from the party school under the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, having received a low-profile position at the Komi Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, and at least works at the Council of Ministers of the RRFSR.
It is necessary to prepare yourself for a feat, to develop the will, to develop the courage necessary for a feat. Babikov was born a rich man who achieved great feats, and through his hard work and the help of his comrades, he became a serviceable soldier. He has learned to serve his people on his own, to fight against Hitler’s oppressors, and now, on a peaceful day, he is working honestly. At the XXIV Congress of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, S. N. Savin was elected as a candidate by a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Radyansky Union.
At the rocks of the war, the commander of the division of torpedo boats of the Airborne Fleet, Nina Admiral, Hero of the Radyansky Union Volodymyr Mikolayovich Alekseev, allegedly told me:
“My axis is the boy Sergiy Savin, a radio operator, who is also a brave and strong-willed person. It’s time for you to ask for permission, unless you need it, I won’t let you go.
“You’re too rude,” I confirmed, “you’re pushing a potential hero, but you’re not letting him move.”
Sergius Savin did not become a Hero of the Radyansky Union, but he took away a lot of the fighting cities. After the war, I went to Voronizh and started working at a radio parts factory. The person is strong-willed, energetic, knowing, she became a foreman of electromechanics, a Hero of the Socialist Pracia and is continuing her feat for the benefit of the Fatherland in the peaceful race.
We, veterans, really want the younger generation to be like us. Every father wants him to repeat this path, but this path is better, with less mercy. It seems to us, if we feel young, that now is a different hour, different minds and different tasks, and we, people of advanced age, do not understand everything. Thus, life changes, people’s minds change, and the protection of the Fatherland is lost. Therefore, as before, we need people of unbreakable will to accomplish great feats. The one who knows how to adopt our evidence, our knowledge, who instills in himself an unbreakable will, who loves his Fatherland unconditionally, will be in the first rank of fearless fighters for the people’s happiness.
The axis of such people, courageous, disciplined, knowledgeable, physically vigilant, with a prepared will, patriots and prepares our Armed Forces.
I know a great soldier, Yevgen Tsarkov. This is a place of discipline, physical training, a literate and free soldier, a building visconty, or a battlefield. Nina Evgen Tsarkov lives near the village of Rogachovo, Dmitrivsky district, Moscow region. In the Lankan complex mechanized Lanka in the Radgospi, Hero of the Socialist Party.
In 1970, at the Komsomol of the participants in marches to the places of military and labor glory of our people at the Fatherland of the great Lenin, in Ulyanovsk, I heard about the young worker of the Voronezk mechanical plant, Igor Sorokin. Voronezk Komsomol members spoke about him as if they were talking about their military hero. I couldn’t get to know Ulyanovskaya with grief, but then I got rid of it and decided to go to Voronizh. At the Moscow Komsomol they told me about Igor as a smart, practical, honest lad, they said that for an hour of service in the army he was awarded the Order of the Red Mirror and a medal.
From Voronezh Igor went to Leningrad and went to the police school. We got along. Igor Sorokin turned out to be a really good person. We talked to him about his exploits. Igor clearly revealed that the feat is not romance, not a mittev’s fight, but a task, an important thing, sometimes not safe, but needed by people. Sorokin lost his towns due to the destruction of mines and shells that were lost after the war on Smolensk land. His service in the army was associated with permanent rizik. Ale vin, having left the battlefield forever, cold-bloodedly, scrupulously.
I was struck by the maturity of the judgment about the will, about the feat and obligations of a person who lives in a socialist marriage. Igor, when he was still a young Komsomol member, had the opportunity to meet with his fellow countryman, Hero of the Radyansky Union, Andriy Petrovich Pshenichnykh, who learned about his comrades, about her mastery, about physical preparation, about friendship, Boo, I'll give you a favor. After these sustriches and viniklo bajanya, they looked like a fellow countryman-hero.
It was important for Igor to make himself look like Andriy Pshenichnykh, but in his own way. Having developed a strong will in himself, how to work in the rocks of the war, Andriy Pshenichnykh, learned to suppress the fear of mortal danger, as from the minds of the Pshenichnykh’s work. And I sing that I will have the opportunity to cross the fence with the enemy, seizing my Fatherland, and with joy and honor the title of the Radyan people is justified.
To find out what kind of person she is, we sometimes ask ourselves: “Are you going to spy on her?” So axis, with Igor Sorokin I write. The good news is that we must prepare morally for the most difficult and most unsafe tasks. We, veterans, want to teach our youth, to pass on our glorious traditions to such hands. The recruitment of young patriots is the first priority of the party, the Komsomol, and the entire congregation.

The Axis has reached the end of our speech about the feat, young defender of the Fatherland. You are obliged to remember that the soldier’s evidence, which helped us to achieve victory, is even more necessary for you, because with more thorough technology, the fight against the enemy becomes more difficult, morale and physical strength grow Zhenya, how much do you need to prepare yourself for? The army is a school of masculinity, a school of struggle, and you must pass it successfully. These demands must be accepted and carried forward by the title of the Radyansky soldier, serve his term so that later the fate of the military service will not be forgotten. Every one of you is obliged to protect yourself morally and physically, so that at any time we are preparing to defend against Victims.
And the one who, during an hour of service in the army, manages to decorate her breasts with the signs of the military banner, is the one who better prepares herself before the conquest of any task or order. He will be ready for the feat, because he will have in himself the nuts that are necessary for a fighter. One can say with pride that for such a warrior with a good soldier’s heart, his future life, no matter what the stitch of war, no matter what unit he served in, would not be worth a fortune. You will always know your place in life. He will be a serviceable soldier in the reserve, a good representative of the generation of young Leninists.
Maxim Gorky said: “In life there is a great achievement.” Get ready for today's exploits and perform them in the name of our great Fatherland! Until what cry is the Communist Party, Radyansky people.

The fall of leaves in 2016 marked the 100th anniversary of the birthday of the Hero of the Radyansky Union, a true patriot of the Fatherland, captain of the first rank Viktor Mykolayovich Leonov. At the time of my youth, I was lucky enough to meet Viktor Mikolayovich, such a marvelous person. A legend of reconnaissance of the Military-Maritime Fleet, commander of the 181st reconnaissance and sabotage unit of the Pivnichny Fleet, and then of the Pacific Fleet.

Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov was born on November 21, 1916 near the town of Zaraysk, Ryazan province, in the Moscow region. In 1937, having served in the Naval Fleet, he completed his course in the initial corral of the underwater navigation named after S. M. Kirov in the town of Polyarny and in other directions for further service on the submarine ship "Shch-402". Since the beginning of the Great White War, senior naval officer V. N. Leonov has repeatedly returned to command with a report about the enlistment of his Navy fleet, where it was possible to meet with the enemy night-to-night. The senior red-fleet man's efforts were satisfied, and in late 1941 the young soldier was insured to the warehouse of 181 reconnaissance and sabotage pens. From this momentous moment, you can take into account the national intelligence, which will lead to 50 combat exits from the enemy. For his vigilance, courage and cold-bloodedness in the fight against fascist killers in 1942, Viktor Mikolayovich was awarded the first officer rank, and through the river, in 1943, he was promoted to commander 1 81st special intelligence agency.

Viktor Mikoliovich Leonov Referenced Patrіot Batkivshchini, Lyudina-Legenda of Rosvodka, one of the same time, Yaki went through the whole VID DZVINK to the junction not to the front line, but is more, behind the front of the defense of the defense.

Captain First Rank Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov visited our unit more than once, and in a warm and friendly atmosphere, met with sailors, midshipmen and officers, not only learned about exploits at the front, but also captured our courage and courage, love before Batkivshchyna. For us, young people, the growth of a front-line soldier was extremely important and common. We have remembered these lessons of courage throughout our lives, as well as the commandment of the student - to think with your head first and not to make hasty decisions.

The exploits of the spies have always earned the respect of writers, screenwriters and directors. A bunch of useful books have been written about them, hundreds of great films have been made. And, of course, in these films and books, the heroes always overcome their enemies, easily emerging from the most dangerous and most dangerous situations. The only goal in life is not to be so “bad.” However, our opponent was reasonable, cunning and cruel. Once we are well prepared and miraculously equipped for the war in the Arctic, it is sometimes simply impossible to fight in the middle of bare hills and rocks. And to overcome such a strong and powerful enemy is true valor!

It so happened that the name of the legendary intelligence officer Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov comes to mind as often as we would like. Pevne, this is the share of all species. One, the Treba, to the same, the native of the first-and-the-primed fighting, without having such Zhwalikh, the fighting operates, the yak of the husband Lyudin, the yak turned around the Modest Zvanni Kapitan-Lieutenant, the Ale of the Golden with Zirki Hero Radyansky on the breasts on the breasts.

The real front-line intelligence officers have since deprived themselves of very few clues and clues. The most valuable ones are the stingy rows, as they wrote. But you have seen them, the spies, and they are not so rich. Like lust, intelligence required significant expenses. Prote books of explorers e. This includes books written by Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov. For example, in the best way, “I’ll face the accusations; Get ready for a feat today.” What I am saying is that it is not a bad idea, but rather a useful reference book for fighters of special forces.

In the minds of the Polar Region, Leonov was developed as having ensured the development of the fascists' activities, while also placing the most important importance on the protection of the main transport artery - the polar port of Murmansk. Please note that the young officer was under the command of a young officer at battle exits and directly in battles with the enemy in the entire hour, having spent more than a few fighters! And this is what the investigation has to offer! In fact, Viktor Mikolayovich dismantled the entire system in order to outmaneuver a strong enemy! This unique evidence of the saving of people during the hour of combat operations, people with a miraculous combat training, who acted in close hand-to-hand combat, is insanely worthy of further investigation. What is the use of Operation 181 for reconnaissance of Leonov's enclosure on the Khrestovy mission, if after the assault on a strategically important fortified area and a double-water battle in defense, the fighters of the enclosure managed to overcome an uneasy situation. During these battles on Khrestovoy, ten scouts perished, and this was the largest numerical loss to the pen for the entire hour of combat operations. Viktor Mikolayovich himself remembers this with sorrow in one of his books: “We are going to capture the huntsman. The warriors are counting ten killed Radyansky scouts, and they remember how many of their own were venerated... The huntsmen look at their caps from their heads, press their hands to their shoulders and march along the grave in formation.” The intelligence officer’s reports are simple, truthful and simple: “Our era, fighting in the midst of the enemy, has always compromised us in numbers, in technical equipment, and we have always surpassed us in hand-to-hand combat. Neither the Germans nor the Japanese have ever acted as decisively as we have... The psychological law is this - essentially two opponents have one obligation. In close combat, the first thing to do is to catch your gaze until yours is firm and commanding...” And he continued: “Admiral Golovko punished - “the right to select spies for the pen rests with the commander of the pen.” So they couldn’t recognize anyone before us. I had connections with personnel management, the stench overpowered those who were suitable. I talked to the human and marveled at how she reacted to my requests. The most important thing for me is the eyes of my hands. Behind the shape of the hands is the psychological shape of the person, that is, the character. I needed to make sure my hands didn’t get too tight, so that the smells were ready for action, lest they lose their calm...”

In his miraculous book “Lessons in Courage,” which became a “way to life” for rich sailors, V. N. Leonov writes: “For old soldiers who fought in their lifetime, the concept of military comradeship is sacred and indestructible. And the Gogolian series, as thick as a song, “has no bonds of holy comradeship,” so many people could epigraph their battle biographies.”

During his contacts with military sailors, Viktor Mikolayovich more than once thought about those who, in his youth, became singers, and entered the literary institute. Writing verses, making friends. Alya happened to be a sailor. At first - as a submariner, and then - as a marine infantryman.

V.N. Leonov dedicated a large part of his life to the people of special significance. Vіn as a boy died, so that the corrals, similar to the 181st, were at the skin of the Russian Fleet. It turns out that if, as a result of Khrushchev’s re-creation, Viktor Mykolayovich did not find a place in the Fleet, his brothers continued to take an active part in the created Radyansky special forces.

In 1956, in the rank of captain of the 2nd rank, he was sent to the military service, but continued to engage in enormous work, having traveled extensively in the country... I especially remember the speech of the front-line soldier about laughing. As Viktor Mykolayovich thought, the smile is now gone. “If I ran into raptos with the enemy every day, I laughed sweetly. I got drunk for a few seconds, and that gave me the opportunity to lose my life and have something to earn.”

Today's lads, as many as we are, strive to accomplish a feat, but do not think much about it, but what is a feat? Insanely, the skin of a man’s daughter, including those of peaceful days, is knitted with amiability and courage. Nowadays, young people are all over the place with selfies, so they spend an hour trying out stupid, risky tricks. It stinks to think that this is true masculinity and courage. The stinks, in this manner, are tempted to harden themselves, to bury the estranged with their extreme photography. Decals such “heroism” will end in death.

How can it be a feat to touch the skin of cute little things? From this occasion, the famous Czech writer Julius Fucik miraculously said: “A hero is a human being, since it is the crucial moment to work for those who need to work for the sake of human prosperity.” And this means that the feat is not only the brave ones, but, first of all, the ones that bring mercies to the Fatherland! And this is what today's boys forget... The main characters are being replaced by the “fortunes” that are imposed on us all through the barvy of American films.

Why do we seem to be talking about mass heroism in the face of war these days? In my youth, I widely believed that a basic human being like me, like you, could not become a hero. I appreciate that heroism is a special gift, and heroes are people who have special talents, such as talented artists, singers, and sports champions.

However, if I had a chance to read the archival documents of the wartime, read the city sheets and simply - notifications, notifications, punishments - all of this destroyed my unfortunate delusion. In essence, I wanted our grandfathers and great-grandfathers to sound like this: “We could – and you can! We stood - and you stand! We got it up - and you can get it up!”

Wait, well, we can’t have such a situation that 28, 40, 100 or 1000 heroes suddenly gathered in one place overnight. These are the extraordinary people who, through real life circumstances, were able to overcome their fears and achieve feats!

What is this feat? Viktor Mikolayovich has learned about the axis: - There are a lot, a lot of people to learn from the new sense of their life. I think I won’t have mercy when I say that the most honest young man is dreaming of a feat. Let him never again think about some special brave work, the very share of what has been prepared for him, but we are very passionate about becoming known to the Fatherland, to the people in religion, art, sports and especially in the military right. We know that through our labor we have deprived people of their memory of ourselves. When I hear the phrase: “Father of the right man,” I will tell my one-year-old, twenty-, thirty-year-old boys. All these people are absolutely unknown to anyone, but simple, accessible, harmless, temperamental in a living and ordinary life. But there was nothing in them and there was nothing so special, unnatural, what... All these people are close to you, perhaps, and unknown, with whom fate has come before. Ale tse are good people. Because they understand the sense of life and subjugate themselves as a whole, because they immediately expose their breasts to the sharp wind and walk on their own, walk as if it were not important to them, to the great end of life, without passing in the village, not succumbing to dubious desires, clouding the great prospect of serving people, serving the Batkivshchyna. I am with such people as suvoriy biy. And without having any mercy from them. There, where you can rely on a person, but you won’t let him down, if you have to sacrifice your well-being, or even the very people who live in the name of the Fatherland, in the name of high goals, that’s where a person begins. A person and a feat are, as for me, inseparable concepts. Only a healthy man, strong and courageous, noble in spirit and body, enriched with knowledge and mastery, infused with love for the Fatherland, people dedicated to heroism. The stitch is a feat, I’ll reinforce it again, steep, twisty, important and stony. It requires not only the knowledge of physical strength, it also requires that people be psychologically prepared to overcome any difficulties or problems. And our young are attracted to this stitch! Don't be eager for it, don't try it for yourself. During the Great White War, I served in the exploration pen of the Mining Fleet.

Today, in Union kiosks, can you find sets of leaflets with portraits of astronauts, with portraits of Heroes of the Radyansky Union? What do we look for among the great number of books in stores? You can see the memoirs of German generals and soldiers, which clearly tell us about how they valiantly killed our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers. And it’s not so easy to know books about our heroes.

After completing the exhibition, Viktor Mikolayovich tried to teach young people courage, resilience, and vivacity. Vіn, like no one else, knowing the price of wasting fighting comrades, reason, why to stand in a war situation is depravity and cowardice... Vіn spoke without embellishment about the war, how it is necessary to fight. Viktor Mikolayovich lost his Golden Star to the Hero of the Radyansky Union for his part in the 181st reconnaissance mission in the fall of leaves in 1944 in the Petsamo-Kirkensky offensive operation of the Light Fleet. As soon as the operation was launched, the spies were given the order to destroy the strategically important stronghold of the Germans at the Khrestovy Mission.

Since 1970, a painting by the artists Oleksandr Tikhomirov and Yosip Ilyin “The Feat of Sergeant Major Fox” was exhibited at the Exhibition Hall on the Kuznetsky Bridge in Moscow. In this picture, the hero - intelligence officer Ivan Lisenko, trims a metal crossbar with arrow spirals on his shoulders, and under the arrow our explorers are pointing at the battery of the enemy. Of course, there were skeptics who doubted, with respect, what happened like that, especially in battle. Mikola Mikolayovich himself spoke about this painting: “I would like to inform the skeptics: everything happened as it was depicted by the Mitets. Even so, it was caught near our paddock, in the operation from the prison of Pechenga. We refused to go to Miss Khrestovy and defeat the German defense forces. We took an important route, through the tundra and hills, to Khrestovy and came out there for less than a third of our time. The French attacked the 88-millimeter battery on the Khrestovoy mission for 12 months. The night was already dark, and one of the spies ran into the signal tree. The rocket took off. In front of us, a fascist battery was snatched by a strong arrow fence. The enemies started the fire. A necessary decisive discount. I give the command: “Whoever can, before everyone else is on battery.” Komsomol member Volodya Fatkin threw his jacket onto the prickly spiral and rolled it over, kicking himself in front of the warring kulemetniks. The secretary of our Komsomol organization Sasha Manin also did the same. Volodya perished in the fire of the twin machine-gun installation, and Sashko, having jumped over the deadly stream, cut off the middle of the machine-gun at the concrete and blew himself up with the German machine-gunners.

I am in charge of the communist Ivan Lysenko. Noticing my death, he shouted: “Commander, you can’t do this, you’ll die, I’ll wake you up right away!”

I jumped over the drіt and did not jump, but rather scared Lisenko. The investigators later discovered that Ivan threw his jacket over his head, went under the crossbar, tore it out of the ground and threw it on his shoulders, standing up again, passing to the battery of his comrades. The butts, one by one, dug into the body of the rich man, and, weakly, Ivan whispered:

I have no more strength.

Be patient, Ivane, I have lost a lot, - asking for something from the secretaries.
- You better help, otherwise I’ll fall.

Entrusted with Ivan Lysenko, senior lieutenant Oleksiy Lupov became a communist. The stinks let all the species into the battery and fell into order. Oleksiy Lupov died immediately, and Ivan Lisenko, having suffered 21 wounds, is still alive.

When the battery runs out, I go to Ivan, and before the power is supplied to me, it will be:

Yak zavdannya?

Vikonali, Ivana, dear, - I confirmed.

How many children died?

There are very few people, just a handful of people,” I calmed Ivan down.

That's right. Yakby through drit, there would be more...

Those were the remaining words. Dying, the warrior-hero was thinking about the legacy that required his resignation, about his comrades, how little life was left to continue the fight against the fascists. It is clear that this is not the passion of battle, but a self-evident sacrifice for the sake of the Fatherland, for the sake of the happiness of future generations, and in this very great feat of the communists Ivan Lysenko, Oleksia Lupova and other heroes.

This operation of the scout sailors ensured the success of our landing in Linahamari, capturing the seaport of that place. Leonov's active combat operations forced the shore battery out of the water and created favorable conditions for the landing of troops in the port of Linahamari, which does not freeze, as well as Petsamo (Pechengi) and Kirkenes, which is responsible for these liberties.

By decree of the Supreme Presidency of the USSR on November 5, 1944, Lieutenant V.N. Leonov was awarded the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union with the Order of Lenin and the Gold of Zirka medal (No. 5058). Unfortunately, a documentary film was made about this legendary landing of spies. But it’s even rarer to show it. As one might say, “not the format.” And if you put it directly, why don’t we show films about our heroes, you feel that it doesn’t matter to anyone, no matter the rating. Please, what kind of rating do we need, how do we learn about the exploits of our fathers and grandfathers? Love before Fatherland cannot be found hour by hour, from one significant date to another.

One of the most significant operations of the Leonivsky reconnaissance camp was filled with 3.5 thousand Japanese soldiers and officers at the Korean port of Wonsan. As Viktor Mikolayovich predicted, there were 140 of us fighters. They immediately landed on the Japanese airfield for the enemy and began negotiations. After which we, ten representatives, were taken to the headquarters of the colonel, the commander of the aviation unit, who wanted to make guarantors for us.

I connected before the ceremony. Surprisingly at the Japanese, I said that we fought the entire war at the end and we have enough evidence to assess the situation that we will not be guarantors, but rather we will die, or rather we will die together with whoever is at the headquarters. The difference is that, I added, that you will die like a squinter, and we will try to escape... The colonel, having forgotten about the khustka, began to wipe his hand with his hand and immediately signed the act of surrender of the entire garrison. We stayed with three and a half thousand people in a column of all kinds of people. All my teams stinked away as fugitives. We didn’t have anyone to escort such a convoy, so I put the commander and the chief of staff in the car with me. If you want one, I say, but blame yourself... While they were leading the team, there were already up to five thousand Japanese in it...”

During the brave operation of the spies near the port of Genzan, the sailors scattered and captured nearly two thousand soldiers and two hundred officers, burying 3 artillery batteries, 5 tanks, and a number of warehouses supplies For this operation, by the Decree of the Supreme Presidency of the USSR on the 14th of April 1945, the senior lieutenant Leonov Viktor Mikolayovich was again awarded the title of Hero of the Radyansky Union and awarded another medal “Golden Star”.

Viktor Mikolayovich Leonov died near Moscow on June 7, 2003, the memorable day of the 59th anniversary of the Petsamo-Kirkenes offensive operation. Pokhovany vin on the Leonivsky District of Moscow. You won’t know right away, you just need to look. Then, in a visible place at the entrance, there are some peculiarities, some of them shahrais, some of them “successful entrepreneurs.” The news after the death of goodness from the “Ritual” divided our Memory into those who were “dear” to them and those who simply kidnapped Batkivshchyna and became Heroes under their two hands.

We mean the 100th anniversary of this husband's people. He deserved it, so that he is remembered ...

Having deserved it, so that a god will be erected over his graveMonument to the two Heroes of the Radyansky Union!

I am at a heart disease to the numbers of veteran organized, to the Union of the OFITERS ROSIA, to the All -General Forces of the Great Proekhannyam - let's be guided by our clopotanny to the President of the Rosychnyam Uvychniti Pam'yati about the people of the people of the people of the people! Let's organize a anniversary, a year in memory of a husband and an important person, a true patriot of our Fatherland!