Volodymyr Pershanin - Penalties, distributors, pikhota. "Okopna Pravda" of Great Vitchiznyana. Did brehati will not be. Okopna Pravda from a veteran of the Great Victory Day Okopna Pravda

Volodymyr Ivanovich Trunin is a simple Russian peasant who would have to live through a life. That is not just її to go through - I’ve become a participant in the most recent battles for our Batkivshchyna. We'll forgive a pikhotin to get the chance to win, then become a tank driver and fought for the KV-1 tank.

Having taken part in the blockade of Leningrad, fighting on the Karelian Isthmus, and on the Narevsky bridgehead. Pislya vіyni pratsyuvav in the design bureau at one of the defense enterprises of the USSR. On April 14, 2018, Volodymyr Ivanovich left the house of his family, leaving a little bit of spogadiv for himself:

“10 worm 1944 fate pochavsya offensive. We were trained in small parts in some butoy Uzbeks. And I, too, having brushed my respect, they have overcoats to the very earth, they will be warmer. And the Russian soldiers have their overcoats only up to colony. Then, the Russian soldier took the speech bear with him. Well, there is a shmatok hlib there, an empty cauldron, a spoon, a small towel, a shmatok is sweet and everything.

And the axis of the Uzbeks chomus was picking up a whole bag of greens, which they called Katula. What is there boo? Junk. The first Russian pikhotinets, if he had started our tanks, followed the tanks with the same speed.

And the boys from Uzbekistan, especially the elders of the age of 35-40, moved the stench of their legs, so it was important to see the great Katula behind the back and in the old greatcoat that the yak was dragging along the ground. The stench was often told to him: "Gvintivka is great, but the cauldron is small!"

Now I will direct the vipadok, which is placed on my eyes. Our tank regiment, the 260 important tank regiment, will cut through, coming soon in the 9th rank to the right of Beloostrov. Shose bulo is substituted, a place of substitutions - there the bulo cannot be passed. The axes are in the bypassed shose. The Uzbeks pidtrim us і іkh bulo rich. I have to be built for more than half.

Fini, slyly, repaired the opir. The first axis is to run the Uzbek in his old overcoat, to drag along the ground from Katula behind his back. I am a soldier, and I don’t know how the stench is trimmed there, how the stench is pulling into the whole teddy bear. Finnish ministry once in a while and poklav bіlya nyogo. Clap! The man lig.

I like a lyudin yogo so vividly Škoda, ale is guilty of buv bigati not just an axis so quietly, but a lot from bush to bush, from stone to stone, from ukrittya to ukrittya. After lying down, wondering and knowing the escape. Let us know here again. I got back to my life and my life won’t won and won’t be able to win the defense. Axis tse smut!

So the axis yak only fіn poklav yu minu mіnu mіnu pіd legs and drove him outright, then at once from their sides Uzbeks from Katula, with their greatcoats, were scattered. We got up on the knees, folded our hands like a chapel, and began to pray to a new one. Lyudin is ten.

Finn marveled, marveled and thought: "Demand w - idioti!" Taking another one. Once! First time there! All ten fields. Yak people are different from the skoda, ale the need for intelligence all the same, it’s not at the mother-in-law’s birthday, but in battle. The axis of demand is like a Russian rogue - move from the ukrittya to the ukrittya, go to the close.

I will direct another vypadok as I stood on the front. I saw them stop, 12th attack from nimts. Nimtsi ended up attacking us. We went out with Kostya from the tank, marveling, and on the road worthwhile a vantazhivka Nimetsky was broken. And there are boxes of French cognac, with seasonal. I read that mіg. Yabluka in sichnі! Rum'yani! Canned food, barrels of light green schnapps, 150 liters each. The axis is all tse kostuє, well, the sea is bottled.

So we didn’t take any cognac dance, we didn’t take anything. We took only a box of Dutch butter, 20 kilograms. A box of French apples is one hundred kilograms. We took the canned food. Dry Khlib. Німці got ready until the end of 1929 rock! I have read on packaging scho markuvannya boulo 1929 rock. The whole loaf is wrapped in papier and covered in paraffin.

Axle if it was ready to go! So, they took it. And cognac and schnapps of a gram. Then, if the desire came to send us, then the first time the peasants gagged - the stench all grabbed the cognac, grabbed the schnapps, and after 20 chilins, everyone froze horizontally.

The axis is like this. Ale mi bully inform and inform us, having told us that there is no need for a brother, but only for ammunition, ammunition and supplies. Tse obov'yazkovo! ".

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Volodymyr Pershanin
Penalties, razvіdniki, pіhota
"Okopna Pravda" of the Great Victory

In the decorated lining of the Vikoristano photo information of the photorespondent Mark Markov-Grіnberg

Author's view

Tse zbіrnik spogadіv soldiers and officers, participants in the Great Vіtchiznyanoї vіyni... I started imagining in a new lot of people who were united, but all the stench passed through the front edge, the bullets on the winds were overcome. I want a chance to live up to Peremoga at a big bulo, not a bit too big.

The order with the help of guesses about promoters, pikhotinets, the keeper of me in the distance read materials about people, the share of those who are not so often seen in our literature: about the latest chauffeurs, the winners of the Volga fleets, like having drunk a company in the penalty area.

Fighters tієї vіyni zalishatsya s skin rock less and less. The stench has become closer to me, and I want to convey to the reader their hard times and feat, which will eventually become lost in the history of Russia.

I served at the development

I found the city not for the dead "mov", I want it to be more than two dozen, but for a nice tank, which I have buried at once with a trip. And also in the development of the bouvalo.

Melnikov I.F.

About Ivan Fedorovich Melnikov, I first learned from a short article in the book about the Knights of the Order of Glory. Then it happened so, that the events in the Moscow library were held with the help of the veterans. There was a conversation, a start was made, and a popular documentary report about the way of the foreman - salesman Ivan Fedorovich Melnikov, was born. If I have permission, I will be a victor from the first individual, so, as for me, Ivan Fyodorovich will be able to tell.

I was born on the 19th spring of 1925 in the town of Sizran in the Kuibishev region. Father, іnvalid Hromadyanskoi Vіyni, died unbarrily for my people, mother - a working man. An hour later, my mother came out and replaced my dad. Win pratsyuvav in OSOAVIAKHIM, buv good, good people, Having added about those, I will get the cover. On the ear of 1942, I finished two courses of the greenhouse technology, trochs.

I wondered how to become a customer and attributed it to me in the document. Together with two classmates, we flowed into the house and, having climbed into the train, rushed from Sizran to Stalingrad and went to the Kachin school. If they arrived in Stalingrad, they arrived, and the school was evacuated. I remember how hungry they wandered around the place, mirkuvali, how robiti dal. Those who are Stalingrad on the front line did not mind. Chi did not brutalize і on the whitty of the sirens, which means I’ll try a triviality.

Pochavsya pov_tryanii nalit. The bombs burst into flames. The forced vibuhi raised the ground for tens of meters up the hill, the booths were ruined. Get off, go into some kind of ditch, they didn’t figure it out, but ran to the Volga. At Golovenko's thoughts flashed across the river to the left bank. Those that are two kilometers wide of the Volga were not overlooked. I have become my classmates - I don’t know. Having stunned a nearby vibuch, I rushed along the birch tree, as long as it did not hit me with a Chergovy vibuch.

Otamivsya on birch trees without clothing, everything hurts, in vuhah dzvin. Concussion. They didn’t take the battle of the old part, they brought it to Sanroti. If they came to tami, they puffed them up, dressed them up, and began to rospituvati. I kept repeating that I want to read the little boy. Correction in the documents was not remembered, judging with it, in a month I didn’t change much in the last few months. So, formally, I will be able to use it. Stalingrad was already bombed, I didn’t get ready for military training, and I saw an assignment for military operations in Morshynska Tambov region. Moving, lad of literate people, you will read the little boy there.

The Morshansk public school did not have a buoy. About zhodnі lotchikіv rozmova did not go. At once with a group of lads, I had a meal in the klemetsno-minometne school. The situation at the front was bully, like a nicholas, vigorously, it was just a hard nimetske stepped on the front. Honor the battle on the outskirts of Stalingrad. The twenty-third sickle of 1942 to the fate of the Nazis broke through to the Volga, and the city fell upon the city for the death of hundreds of fortune-tellers. The center of the world for the day of re-inventions in ruin, lost thousands of people. I appeared on that day in Stalingrad, hardly bi-utsiliv.

Morshynska, small, even greener place, leaning against the high birch of the Tsna rivulet. Nagaduvav is a rich provincial place of Russia. At the center there are two and three-topped rooms, and all of them are private booths with gardens and cities. Curtsy kindly know the place by the famous Morshansk makhorka and cigarettes "Prima". Well, but for less from the end of 1942 to rock and until April 1943, I became a month of the day.

The machine-gun and ministry school roztashovuvalos in the center of Morshansk. The mouth was occupied by the great chanting of the booths. Company - 120 cadets, platoon - 40. We were trained as a slid. We went through combat training, pristіy minomets and kulemetiv, rozrahunok shooter, battle tactics. For example, from an 82-millimeter gun, I shot nearly fifty battle buildings in seven months. Vvazhayu - normal. In іnshikh schools, as I learned at the front, combat firing was carried out kudi less. Vivchali machine tools kulemeti "maxim" and manual Degtyarova.

Greater respect came to all the minomets. Until they were underestimated. Німці, widely stagnant minomets for the first days, inflicted serious losses on our Vіyski people. For accurate shooting, it is necessary to comprehend the whole science. The knowledge of mathematics and physics helped me in rosrahunks. Evaluations of large items in boules are kind and helpful. Alas, it's a pity, they zapped (as it is not wonderful to sound) my armchair and musical ear, I will sleep. Through the tseme they transferred the zoti to the company. I made out on the spot agitatsiyu, vipuskav stіngazeta. If they were preparing the company before the turnover, I і malyuvav, і crook in the ranks, sleep "Kakhovka", "Along the valleys and along the Uzgir'yah", "Katyusha". For nauchnu agitatsiyu and passing through a clear order with a young company, we otrimuvala good bali.

At the same time, none of them are sound from the buildings. Navchannya in schools will be guessed with a kind word. The commanders were placed before us with respect. Kharchuvannya for the whole hour was good. Vrantsі - porridge, oil, liquorice tea. For ob_d - meat soup, soup, porridge or cartope with meat, compote. After graduating from the school, I was awarded the title of "senior sergeant". I was in command of a short-lived or klemetny rozrahunka, but my share went to the institute. I have drunk in the 202nd Guards Regiment of the 68th Guards Division, so I can enter to the warehouse of the Stepovy Front. Divizia perebovala on the іvnіchny skіd from Kharkiv. Literally in the first few days, I was "enticed" into the distribution.

The word "razvіdnik" was zapped with a halo of mystery, like tamnitsі. Only volunteers took from the survey. Legends have sprung up about the vilazki in the tyl of the Voroga. Vidvazhnі razvіdniki penetrated into the fascist lіgvo, noiselessly knew the wart and brought the valuable "mov". In April 1943, there were eighteen rocks for me (for documents - seventeen). By the way, cottony, I’m good enough to sleep and not to smell vіyni. I didn’t think about it, having given the year and after the signs as the commander of the announcement to the platoon for the first time. If I had not learned it with a platoon, I immediately realized that there was more of a town near the rangers, less for the time being. Do not tell me that the battle bully is surrounded by medals and orders, but more than half of the boule is in the city.

If I want to be the commander of the deployment, the science of intelligence has been brought to bear from aziv. Persons not commanding anybody. They insisted on me, like organized a useful defense, de-roztashovani post, klemetn_ points. I remember hanging out the days of being wary of the front edge of the enemy. Z early wound before temryavi, in the evenings and in the evenings. My eyes were so sick that I washed them with cold water. Smoke the sound. Giving vidpochinok to the eyes, navchavsya zoserediti uvagu on the necessary dilyankas. Platoon commander Buv Lieutenant Fedosov. I will not tell you if it’s a matter of fact. On the right in that, like me, the rank and file sergeants on the officers' seats were hanging lightly. There were no special intelligence agencies. The commanders in the investigation were appointed officers from the shooters.

Fedosov fought for forty years later, having been wounded, having entered into a competent commander. The reconnaissance platoon arrived two months before me. I was "coached" by two presumed trainees. Ryadoviy Sasha Golik from my witness and sergeant, for whom I have not forgotten the name. Golik, small in growth, zhilaviy, richly developed going to til, mav two medals. To be built, at lightning hour I’ll be a sergeant, ale for p'yanka, I’ll have a squirt. Tim is not mensh, tse buv preparatory, shelling fahіvets, as a moment of change on a food supply. I felt the fear of me. Sasha delivered the report, as mini could work out, calming me down.

- We will help the sapperi. I don’t think I’m not sorry to guess. Time to stand - a hole in the ground is established, and the grass is zhovtin.

- And how did you set the day for that?

- So, there will be a hump. I know, the grass behind the color grows.

- Try її rose at night, - zithav I.

I’ve forgotten the good for the "my". Tse became days after 8-10 days. The group was made up of five people: the commissary for the platoon, private Sasha Golik, one more announcement officer and two of us, novachki. Buv cob is grass, nights are short. Through the front edge, the years of the eleventh evening were destroyed. All boules have automatic PPSh, grenades, knives. We were supervised by three sappers. They did it to the middle of the neutral smog, about three hundred meters, and showed straightforward: "Get it down, min dumb!" The senior man, having zmusiti їkh, passed more little notes with us, ale the sappers knew. They have such an instruction, or they were just afraid of the stench, I don't know.

A prickly groove in the whole mission was seen, ale the missiles on the illumination of the front edge were not fired. The stinks were sometimes in one, then in the іnshomu music. Deyakі often dropped on parachutes, and only a few chilines brought them to lie unruly. Zagalom, povzli mi all, dizzy, if the Chergov rocket slept. In one scene it smelled strongly of carrion, in the other I saw metal and caught. Viyavilosya, a great fragment of a shell, scho crashed into the ground. Vіdkriv vogon nіmetsky kulemet. The tracks have gone far towards us. That means they haven't remembered it yet. Chim nearer the bull, the nimetska trench, the stronger the heart rocked. I knew that in the middle of the trenches there would only be innumerable warts and chergov kulemakers. However, I was well, scho l_zemo right on the stoovburi. Another meter or two, and push at point-blank with automatic machines and kulemets. Axle and trench. One distributor went downhill, and four went down.

Meters over fifty on the right, briefly tapping the mule-gun. They clung to the wall of the trench and died. I will be in vain They struck two more short chergi, and a machine gun of the castle. The senior of the group changed straight. We were going to collapse to the left, but it was not possible to throw a bulo point behind our backs. When they came in, we were bi-fired. Then there was something that was not safe, but without noise, nothing is incapacitating. A watchmaker plus a kuletmaker or two. So practical and successful. Chasoviy viyshov called for us. Yogo was captured by the platoon commissar and Sasha Golik. They called Godinny Mittyvo, gagged his mouth and po'yazuvati. Winning soulfully repairing the opir and, wanting to shout not at once, with a blow of chobot broke the rail on the trench station. Vona burst with a trick, similar to a century-old building.

Before the speech, jamming "mov" with a blow of the butt was not practiced. In the first place, all the nimts, including the officers, were on the front line in helmets. In other words, a blow to the head (like a fritz in a cap) is important to rozrahuvati. If it is stronger, it can be driven in, but they did not want it with risikuvati. That і trenuvalysya, sob immediately call "move", zeruhomiti and call yogo. For the presvidcheniye prozvidnikov everything was borrowed from the lynchs. I want a lot of German soldiers in the advanced parts of the bully mitsni, physically good preparation, and it was not easy to fit in with them.

Tsey nimets has got only hvitsnuti. Tied, with a gag at the roti, the yogo was smashed to the ground. Pomkomvzvodu, another sergeant, a young man, a young man, and a newcomer, pulled the full one towards our positions. Golik and I have forgotten to privatize vidhid. Mi died. Perhaps, everything was done, but through the hilini three the handler went through. Vipusv rocket, and then dovgu chergu. We were beaten to the kuletmaker. Sasha stabbed him with a knife with a knife, and again, mamatsaw documents, and vibrated from the trench. I was torn into tekti just for the sake of it, Ale Golik shoved me into the bik.

- Ydemo by the same way. Mini!

For us they saw a fire, if we were in conflict with the others. They lit up. Then, having untied the hands of the Nimtsevs, they posed, podshtovuyuchi yo. Shlyakh buv obrazny, in the zalny, in the distance. Grass grew thickly along the shil. They let us in for the uvagi. Two kulemeti were beating to the side. Along the road there was a sluggishness, low above the ground, hunting for a great distance of neutrality. I realized that the bunch of baked goods was easily stitched. Vaughn axis, death, call us. Rakety slept one by one. We have not lost anything, yak povzti. I knew that soon there would be a small ledge, and the distance was low. I want to go to her!

I’ve lost the message about the hour and where I’m everywhere. Shchokhvili were looking around, quilting behind the kulemet trails. Sasha raptom vilayavsya: "Ty scho robish, bitch!" I thought, bark me, a little more for a few seconds, the newcomer, if he got out of the earthen ledge. The cool ones are gone. However, they roamed the group. In our direction mini sispalis. Razkid ulamkіv at 80-mіlіmetrovyh mines to finish the great. We were abandoned by those who recently passed the boards. Mini vibuhali in the fluffy ground, wikidayuchi splinters up the hill.

Pomkomvzvod was wounded not far from our trenches. Win falling, then, hitting, running into growth. We had fours and fours. They sunk into a trench, and they couldn’t see it. The protector of the platoon bulwark was fatally wounded; Tie up the tse mice vajko, senior sergeant stick blood on the road to sanroti. The retailer of the newcomers received five pieces of other fragments. The wounds bov and "mova", the light-haired lad with the Freighter's stripes. A splinter plowing through the other's cheek and picking off a piece of wooh, the other - by striking it on the shoulder. The corpse was bandaged and taken to the headquarters.

I will say this as a detail. As I passed over, I went to the teal on the heart. Chi skrіz buv this order, I don’t know. Ale in our platoon before the entrance to the plant did not eat. The logic is simple. Lyudin will collapse more and more without anything. I played the role of a soldier's priest, who was wounded in the empty lives mensh not without fail, not in the new. Then, if you turned around, you found yourself in souls. We were not served with pickles: porridge with meat, bacon, tsibulyu and gram in two to fifty pots. Behind us, a platoon commander and a foreman were sitting at the table.

Most of the lads have gone, but for the style they have not gone. We lay, smoked, heard, yak proishov a joke. I do not sound like alcohol, I am very good at salting and polishing on the nari.

Prokynuv p_zno. The guys sat at the table and slept. Їх nіhto not touring. I didn’t know how to lie to a full-time regiment commander. The Freighter's wounds were bleeding profusely, he swelled to simulate, imaging the importance of a concussion. Let's keep it all up by talking. Having fixed the plan for the defense of the positions of your roti, it was developed further according to the others. The regimental commander lost his displeasure, and the one who gave up will finish it by entrusting the commander from the officers of the headquarters. Briefly saying about the bent Pomkomplatoon:

- Uyaviti posthumously before the order.

About us Movi did not come. We spent three days. The wounded novice was taken to the sanitary battalion. Golik distav des alcohol. At that hour, I wasn’t even drinking, depriving the company. Sasha vipiv kindly, ale not p'yaniv. We sat in a breath by the tree, and the rose went out the door. I know that the group of five razvydniks has completely lost it two times. They sank in the middle of the neutral, turning only one cholovik. Rozpov_vin and those who help the platoon commander to repair the wound. Vtomivsya vіd vіyni. Axis i click Only not a wound, but death.

- Bagato razvіdnikіv guine? - having powered me.

- Do you think, do you have some malt? The infection was very quiet, but if it came, half of the people in the companies were killed in one attack, it was unsuccessful to translate it on the topic. - And the commander of the regiment is daredevil. What do you want? They brought in a freighter, crossed over, but the same part of the varto was facing us. It means that the change is not in order, and do not check the rapt's nastannya. Pomkomvzvod Skoda. A good buv lad and a guide for further information. Let Fedos spin around without a pom_chnik. Himself go to joke and not love, but now it will happen.

Having moved around, Sasha said not for me to rіch:

- Ty, Vanya, we have a newcomer, I would like a senior sergeant. Tilki vchora boyove khreshchennya otrimav. I don’t know any subtle details yet. Remember one ric. We have not taken forward the ones who crawl, their "I" vistavlyaty. Fedos for the development of a report. Youmu was not punished, everyone is a visonє. People for an hour are dumbly coffin, lіzemo, I don’t know ford, on mini and kulemeti, abi to the authorities to go. You will be able to develop, if you are instructed, but if you are foolish to natskovuyut. Orders, called to ob_tsyayut. Zagalom, as soon as you are dead on the right, turn more beautifully, ask for an hour for preparation, and the boys do not bother to die.

I am not called out to the eye in the words. Give an order - kudi dinesya! It’s a little bit in my head. Zrozum_v, there is no need to crawl into the hero. In the beginning, Sasha Golik, yak bi mizhim, having said, sho, melodiously, you should turn the sergeants' personalities, and the injured newcomer will not turn around.

- Ty yak himself? - feeding me.

- Nichogo. Everything is fine.

Tikati from the development, I did not get involved. At the forefront, people can lead. Mayzhe kozhen day the regiment having involved people. Those from mines, as they nimtsi siphoned for some reason, then they were built by snipers.

- You can live at the development, - Sasha Golik finished the conversation. - Mi want to sleep like human beings, and do not drive to zabіy. Ty lad of literate, m_tsny. Trim closer to me.

We put one hand in one hand. So I added a good fighting friend. Mi buli rіznі. Sasha Golik, having finished five of a bunch of classes, viris in a remote village in the Saratov region. The new one does not have a bulo hizuvannya, a zealous zeal, I want to win mav chimaliy boyovy dosvid and two medals. Sasha waved a little. Mіrkuvav in a rural way is practical and although not only fight normally, but see. Golik mav ratsiyu in his pripuschennya. The newcomer, who was seen in the hospital, obviously pretending to be seriously wounded, skarzhivshis for weakness and a headache. At the razvіdku vіn didn’t turn around, but pіznіshe, prikrivayuchis wounded, zoom in on the regimental wagon train. At that hour I was angry with such people. When you become more tolerant, you become more tolerant. Sasha Golikov was turned in the distance behind the sergeant's chase and was appointed commander of the admission. As a matter of fact, he was victorious about the provisions of the deputy commander of the platoon. Mene tse vashtovuvali.

Just as on the occasion of our regiment in the forty-third rock there was an unmistakable silence, then for me there was a month of memorials with great and other traditions. Stretching the grass, I went three times in a joke. The first time - not far. They fired at us, wounded the investigator, and others got in on the spot. You saw your hand and knew your head. Nimtsi fired a fire of divine fire from kulemets, having closed one more outlet. From the general population of the group, thick grass was hidden, in which they conceived. Zagalom, even all the razvіdniki went out of tune. To replace "movi" mi abiyak vinesli tila killed.

If they were robbing "rozbir polotiv", z'yasuvalosya, as a lad, like having drunk on a mine, bent over, popovz in the direction of the passage designated by the sappers. Ale kolishnіy fear of me has fettered me again. Another fork ended in the distance. Mi vikrali the old one and safely delivered to theirs. I will be Golik's defender in a joke. They praised me and said that they were a spy broker. Surely, it’s not like that. To become a fakhivtsy in development, required miscellaneous and post-training.

The third fork may have come to the end with bribes "Movi". One investigator of the killings. "Mova" visited the headquarters as a center of views. I was introduced before the medal "For Vidvaga", as I didn’t forget. I am still writing in the city. The medal "For Vidvaga" was highly valued in the middle of battles and officers. They gave її for concrete fights, right on the battlefield іf values, scho breaking performances to a medal. Until the speech, in the forty-third (at least in the first half of the rock) no one was spoiled in the cities. They represented the Bagatyokh, and they were the only ones to be trimmed. More were intertwined with do-it-yourselfers. And I got lost in the situation, because the ice didn’t cope with my life, and showed me more than once that the development is not easy on the right.

The obligations of the razvidniks included keeping an eye on the front edge. Skin day, a few people were taken on neutral and quilted in binoculars for useful positions. Dyali, as a rule, in pairs. Tse was also developed, and moreover, it is further risen. As soon as the wheelchair developed for me was normal for my partner, then in the wheelchair they were vibrating not far from the position, burying themselves under an important nimetsky armored personnel carrier. The hour of the birch attack was low. The eight-ton car was hit by the surplus of the front carbonized wheels into the ground. The six-meter hull, more than half, was seized from the bottom of the caterpillar and metal, in the second row, the wheels. Chim is not ukrittya!

I am not vrahuvav one. Earlier we were housed in the uncomfortable trenches of the middle of the forest, and they didn’t go far. Many times we have taken meters for three hundred to Nimetsky trenches. Kryz enlighten in the caterpillars, I kindly bach in denouncing the enemies. On a dilyantsi, in a half-meter, having nailed a number of kulemets, including one large-caliber. Two of them were kindly disguised and had not fired before. I am happy to have added points on the map. We were remembered closer to the evening. Either they caught the view of the binocle in the promenades, they moved to the west of the sun, or else they collapsed a lot, and they stuck out the muzzles.

A small collection of kilka kelmetnykh chars was taken in. Cool Ivy, ricocheted towards metal. We got pregnant. Then we got money from the minometi. Mine vibrated as the landing body flew into the airborne vehicles a meter above our heads. Seeing the bulo yak as a hammer blow on the golden bochts. Min-year-olds were showcased, they were amused. Ale for us was taken mitsno. I gave from the closed position of a 75-millimeter garmat. Tse bulo seryoznishe. A dozen or two shells were fired behind us. A number of pieces were worn on the top of the body, they were removed from the top of the body. Two land mines were torn off with caterpillars. The metal wheel vibrated, and my nori threw me into the depths of the depths. I was deaf, both were bleeding from their noses and vuh. Behind the ruff of my lips, having caught the phrase, what a partner appreciated my keenness:

- honey! Garne m_sce vibrav, senior. Here and unnecessary.

Vin buv is not far from the truth. Three nimts were brought up to us before us. An armored personnel carrier serving їm pririttyam from our trenches, up to some bulo pivkilometer. Before nіmtsіv, as I zgaduvav, about three hundred. On my side, a great adventure came to climb down to the French, who pulled the sickly one along with them. Surely, we went through a lot of caution during the day, rarely getting so close to nimts. We were not happy with the houses, as they were in the past!

And three nіmtsіv vmіlo і quickly went up to us, їm buv znayomiy kozhen meter, so they fastened the kulemeti. Yaku gidot see them chekati, you can just get ready. Throwing dances with combustible madness, and feeding live bait. Um, mabut, і whistle and permits for the liquidation of Russian investigators were asked. We drove the fire from the automat. At the crack of the vibrated wheel, the wheels of the Nimetsky MG-42 flew at once. The buddies struck a few cheeks. Vin lying at the bottom of the trench and covered with blood. I let the surplus of the new disk drive, inserting the spare and reloading to the front wheels.

Hto bachiv, yak b'є submachine gun PPSh, representing є a tangle of half-shells, scho vilitaє from the barrel and openings of the casing. Vіdmіnnna mіshen! They drove me into a trench, or someone else from nіmtsіv I mіtsno tied. Prodovzhuvav shooters, zmyuyuchi miscy, trimming the machine over your head. My partner was hidden by our men-throwers, who brought up the lower fire. Mi vilizli from the front of the armored vehicle and zoomed up to sixty meters. We lay in Vorontsi for three years. I mayzhe deaf і, having witnessed the video, spying behind the nice trenches, ready to see the fire, as if they would try to take us alive. The partner was tormented by pain, stumbling, torn to get big, leaving without cutting off the meat in his hand. A little pimp, and my abiyak got to theirs.

Until now, I am not mindful, as they let us live. I know only one explanation. The positions of the frіtsіv bully are even more propіdzhenі, the soldiers didn’t start, they guided that and our ministries. Well, і, absolutely, lucky. Tsya rozvіdka became a lesson for me. Before the speech, the reaction to the results was great. Lieutenant Fedosov put on the map the points marked by us in the fire and praised me for the trick. Let us inform the chief of staff about the results all at once. Sasha Golik went to the evening, if I didn’t take it easy after reading me:

- Do you have a mirkuosh with your head? Zaliz fritsam pіd samiy nіs. And I’ve passed it on to you: є smilyness, and є foolishness. God is vryatuvav to you, and your partner is in the hospital.

Bachachi, as I am knowing, Sasha hugged me, saying that I am a smilivy lad. We boiled it, I recognized my lack of origin. At the end of the incident, there will be a pickup. Before the speech, vrants, in front of the line, Lieutenant Fedosov voiced me for good luck. Aleksandr I have already taken a look at Golik and the old people who have developed an assessment of his "feat". Let’s hang out and reply briefly, but don’t marvel at anyone:

- I serve the working people!

Yak and follow the statute.

... Bula is the middle of the worm. At the end of the day, there was a great battle before it, as it was called the Battle of Kursk. We stood on the pivden day from the Kurskiy vistupu. Our division went to the warehouse of the head of the team. Most of the children were transferred in 15-20 kilometers to the front line. The regiment was also brought to another train. Unimportant to the distance from the front edge, all siblings dug in quickly, or glimpses of cracks. Our platoon viv sposterezhennya. Not for nimtsy, but sooner in the functions of special posts and patrols. We revised the documents at the drivers of the cars, so they looked straight at the position of the vertical columns;

I don’t know, the spiguns were trawling among them, they were summarily handed over to the commandant's office and special messages. Forgotten lad of rock-in-nineteen. Win rushing tikati. Big shvidko, immediately grabbed into the chagarnik, and they fired the fire. They punched you homilka. Win rolling on the ground, shouting out of severe pain. If they tied it up and began to finish it, the duck became aware of it, they drafted him into the army, and the "mother" went to a distant shed.

- We have lost our father and two brothers. Krim me, the tro malikh have lost their lives. The mother said that it’s all one thing to come, I want one man in the family.

I was hello, but the lad is not calling normal. I have delighted you in a special kind of kayatisya and not the basis of the curious about the "mother" and about those who come nimtsi. In the spring of 1943, if it was on the offensive, a part of the soldiers and commanders of our regiment were transferred from the 4th Army to the reserve of the Head Command of the 1235th Streletsky Regiment, which should enter the warehouse of the 52nd Army. They reopened the parts, as they knew the serious losses in the course of the Battle of the Course and the next step. I said goodbye to Sashko Golik, the lads and together with a group of soldiers, sergeants and officers, arriving at a new month of service. The same reconnaissance platoon and the posad is the commander of the reconnaissance platoon.

Senior Lieutenant Chistyakov is the platoon commander. Short haircuts, in pilots, light tarpaulin chobotas, vіn zustrіv less kindly. Knowing with a platoon, having educated about the service and having said that you will need additional advance officers. I’m sure I don’t respect myself. Ale yaksho vrahuvati, half of the platoon are bully novachts, then at me the yak marveled at the buval commander of the viddilennya. I did the trick, scho in jokes I took on the fate of a little more development.

- Nichogo, - Chistyakov is calm. - After sniffing it, we will go to the fire. It is not so easy to get the medal "For Vidvaga". And you don’t boast about it, it’s good.

Chistyakov will be more promising as a commander, not Fedosov, will be more lukewarm, willful. Win "tugged" to himself at the platoon of sappers, radio operators, artillerymen. We have a lot of changes, not a great henchman, but he knew how to translate the food and drink needs. If I wanted a platoon to get in, Chistyakov got two trophy motorcycles. The bullet has enough number of binoculars and a good stereoscopic tube. Our automatics, centuries and knives are trophies from the deyakie razvidnikov.

The front on the army was standing for an hour on the march. We spent kilometers in about ten out of Poltava. Going up to the Nimetsky front edge was 400 to 700 meters. The enemy didn’t stand up to the strangled ukr_plen. They promptly passed, they set up armored caps at night, tanks were buried in the ground. I knew that we wouldn’t stand on the mission. Yshov attacked Dnipro, and the bullets were repaired with short ones.

For two days I saw at once from the sight of being guarded behind the front edge, and later on the directions with the group for "my". The regiment's development was still active. Knowing that the offensive will soon be renewed, these groups were often used. The commander of the regiment vimag in information about quiet vіyskah, as we stand up. Sergeant Mikhas, Bilorus z-pid Orshi, ocholyuvav the group. With a little bit of thought, I’m thinking that it’s just that, I’ve come across - a nickname. That's what everyone called him. Zhilaviy, with even strong, chisky hands, wins mav chimaliy dosvid and nagaduvav to me Sasha Golik. Two people came to see me. Vanya Uvarov, also a young fellow, was busy fighting until he was gone. The group has a bunch of cotton s-pid Kazan. I have not forgotten your nickname.

Skin forks for "my" nemov nirok in cold water. Late ya yayash, yak pozesh through neutrals, zavmiєsh with the light of missiles, but check ahead, God alone knows. We took the old one and turned around safely. A fire was fired behind us, if the group was already charged with our trenches. I remember that they fed the full spatula right in Chistyakov's earthlings. How did they behave? The stench knew perfectly well how to see the images of heroes, do not check the good. Say all one thing, but you can shoot and shoot.

I would like to mention that in Veresna forty-third rock the Fritsians did not see themselves as being over-braked. Khnya vira v Hitler and in the motz of my army bula mitsnoyu. In addition, the stench was afraid for their loved ones, who can be sent to a concentration table, for "zrada." That one was victorious, with obvious speeches, which they knew and without. Then, having talked, the ale and the nicoli did not make me feel full. Tom should be magalized to take the control "movi". And we have a problem with the control axis.

At nich, as soon as I had settled, a new forklift was sent to the іnshіy day. On one side, crawl for "my" two times, and the sleep was not infallible. And for the sake of it, do not marvel at the suvor, instruct the authorities, the good soldiers at the front edge were relaxed, vazhayuchi, but the Russian two forks were ready not to repeat. We repeated it. I ran into a nespodivanka. They hung the front edge with "chandeliers". This is how we called the great light rockets, which were launched from minomets. "Lustres" were often dropped on parachutes, filling everything up and down with light. Rosevidgroup appeared yak on the valley. Unimpressed on those lads, they were lying unruly, they were blasted with such a fire, the stench of snorting boules came out. Four of the investigators lost their lives, and two lost their lives alive.

In 1945, Mikhailo Isakovsky, the author of the popular songs of the 1930-40s (including the famous Katyusha), wrote two poems. One of them - "Paraska", overruled in the magazine "Banner" in 1946 - celebrated a great feud against Oleksandr Tvardovsky. Polo-squad - ve to the music of Matviyam Blanter, it became a nagirkishoy of Soviet songs about viyna. "The Vorogi burned the home hut" I wrote about the nevos-half-ni-mikh vrat, about the non-prudent price, paid for the overcoming. The soldier, "peace-RIVSH three holdings", with a medal "for the place of Budapest" on his chest, turn to a native de-jealous and find there deprived of the dwelling place and unchanged grave. Tilki "girka butel-ka" will help you to help yum help bil.

Mayzhe immediately the Isakovsky warehouse іnshy vіrsh, the rows of some sort of shvidko became a zvichy quote:

Thank you for viprobuvan rocky
We helped us to stand in the fight.
We've been told you so, comrade Stalin,
Yak, maybe they didn’t have sex.

Sens їkh buv u bezmezhnіy vіrі in Stalіna i in a worldless way from the name of "simple" Radianskoi people for good luck, I will be able to do it:

Thank you, in the days of the great dashing
We thought about everything about us in the Kremlin,
For those who are everywhere with us at once,
For those who live on earth.

The song "The Vorogi burned down the home hut" was not vikonuvala until 1960, and in the 1960s it began to act like one of the shrunken written texts about the people being put to death before the great human tragedy. Virsh Isakovsky, who wiggle Stalin, when the XX from the Party ceases to quote. The figure of Stalina is erased from the official image of the Patriotic war and replaced by the understandings of the "party of validity". Ale tsya duality - the discovery of two discourses: official - ceremonially urochistic, sovereign, in which a common man is deprived of an audible viconauts of his will (leader, party), and a special - tragic, but not a form of living I’m about the winners of all the coming rockies. Let’s try to get a quick look, as the emerging image of vіyni and in-bіdi in the era of the era.

In the first ten years of my life, there are still not styles of memory, but references to the remnants of the past. Follow the wanderings everywhere, you won the life and the share of millions of Radiansk people.

At night from 8 to 9 May 1945 rock, if on the radio it was bared about the careless capitulation fascist Nimechchin The large numbers of NATO people spontaneously, without instructions from above (as it was seen at the pre-campaign meetings on the head of state) have reserved the areas and streets of the Radianskiye Mist. The song of colossal human and material waste, the majestic physical and spiritual on-spur, people were radіnuyu end trivial chotiri rocky vіyny. Ale dzhu-li is not only turned to a peaceful life. The story of the maso terror experienced in the 1930s, people wondered about the weakening of the rigid course of power. About tsi to speak in the book of the novel "Doctor Zhivago", over yakim wine after working in 1945, Boris Pasternak:

“I would like to educate and sound, which were checked for failure, did not come at once from the side, as they thought, but all one movement of freedom was carried in every day of all the songs of rock, storage in the old winter.”

Pasternak's words about the "movement of freedom" were tied with him, but the terrible reality changed the fear, as well as the lack of support from the collective activism and the Great Terror. With the ear of guilt, people stumbled upon a real enemy, and not with obvious shkidniks and shpiguns, in the role of some kind of people in 1937-1938, the rocks came to life. The great price, paid by the people for the victory over the enemy, was assimilated by the suspension as a sacrifice, brought by all the people - by the millions of primitive people and the leading rite of deception by the collective peasantry. The villagers themselves put the main mass of an ordinary in the warehouse of the Chervona Army. Among the soldiers on the front, they were constantly talking about those who Stalin wanted to let go of the collegiate, the people of the people brought their message to the Radianskiye Vladi, and the collectives who were justly captured as repressive. The hope of some of the support was given to Tim, but from the other half of Vlada's fault she loosened the horror of the policy of the Orthodox Church in rozrakhunku for the fight against the fascist aggression.

It didn’t come to the well-done lulling, and it didn’t flood the city. Navpaki, zdobuta peremoga served for Stalin in the true pre-war rate. To that vlada, like on the ear of the 1930s, on the importance of the economic situation in the country, on the terrible famine of 1946-1947, a new dragon was issued by a decree, for a meal of cereals, and for the sake of groats, and for the sake of food , were given according to the rockets of the taborivs. In kіntsі of the Stalin era there were a lot of thousands of people who were condemned for “the stolen of the dear and the huge mine” in the places for the key.

In the midst of perilous devastation and hunger, the propaganda intensively strove to create the image of a great victory, the main creator of what is known as Stalin. Sings Kostyantin Levin, who until his very death in 1984 started to get lost under the fence, writing about those who didn’t check the error, in Moscow they also repaired to create an official, transitional image:

Here everything is still going to sound, to move
І take counterattacks.
And there - already illumination,
Throw in a memoir ...

Ilya Erenburg, protistavlyayuchi popuzhuyutsya embellished paintings zhorstoku truth vіyny, in 1945 rotsi also write vіrshi, de little zovsіm the ceremonial image of the change:

Vona Bula in the faded gimnastertsi,
I rubbed my legs to the blood.
Vona came and knocked on the booth.
I saw the mother. Buv stile nakritiy to obid.
"Tviy sin serving with me in the regiment alone,
I came. I don't sound like Peremog. "
Buv chorny hlib bilishe bilikh dniv,
I sly boules soli solonisha.
All hundred capitals were screaming far away
They splashed and danced at the valley.
I only in a quiet place in Russia
Two women, like the dead, were moving.

But the image of a girkoy and important change did not fit into the official propaganda myth.

Through a circle of tizhn_v passed 9 grass, which re-transformed into a spontaneous people sacredly 24 chervnya 1945 rocky came the tract Parade of Peremogi. Beyond the Red Square, they were built by bronze guards. The stinks were theatrically thrown at the Nazi standards until the end of the day to the Mausoleum, on which the temple of Stalin was with his comrades-in-arms. Tsey the image of a poster war of the Radians and becoming a symbol of the soldier-victory. Vin is not like turning around in a ruinous-shen-ni place and village of chervonoarmiytsya, tormented by the hardships of guilt, with under-treated wounds, in a shabby overcoat. So priishov z vіyni maybutnіy writer Viktor Astaf'ev:

“The sound of the axis, і a sharp sound, є lying on the boat or standing on the knees from the backward, often nasty or not calling me my little vessel, the sound coming from the wagon — not until the autumn, do not change the biznu і іnh odyag, go around without mitsya ... , without a toothbrush, without a slicker, without books and newspapers ...<…>The first axis of us, soldier-vshiviks ... disinfection of the farther, smurry and the litter of care, they put the merciful ikonkoy on them, and on them, at the end of this day, such a blush ... , ala, it was commanded to bulo virity - tse I і є, a radian war-hero, who is alien to the shortcomings and weaknesses of the people. "

The whole image was fired up for the next hour by the figures of the heroes, who sacrificed their lives in times of change. Portraits of cich heroes, inventories of mali's feats of little spirit real prototypes, Yakshcho so zagalі wasnuvali.

One of the Yaskravikh attachments - writing on the new tracks by the Radiansky classics Oleksandr Fadivim documentary novel "Young Guard" (1946), in which the history of the young Donors was brought up during the hour of the present The painting, the nar-owl Fadavim, was strongly seen from reality. Stalin protest squeezing the corks of the novel and Zusilla in the new core role of someone. The book was written ideologically, it was necessary for the patriotic young people and on the new rocky to enter the school program. Namalovana Fadєєvim the mythological picture of resistance to the occupants has actually become a canon, and the struggle for the Nerush-ness of the opening in that pantheon, for the preservation of the mythical heroes is trivial right up to the present day.

In wartime, the change in Vichiznyany Vіynі became the most important pivot of the Stalinist national-patriotic doctrine. The history of Russia was now presented as a low and blistering victory, and the Russian regiment of military command was presented as a chance for a blistering victory. On arrival in the Kremlin, which was sent to the Parade of Peremogi, Stalin made a toast to the Russian people, having given such a rank, he is guilty of guilty of the ideologically virile image of the war, and the head role of “being introduced” to the old people of the Russian people.

In this image, all the dark beaches and inappropriateness for the government were all included: nine hundred and forty two rocks. To get a good deal of pardon, but the price of a change did not seem so uncompromising, real numbers of losses at the front and in the middle of the peaceful population were imposed, underestimating the number of Red Army men, so they were consumed in full.

New categories were born for the power of the hulks - in the wilderness because of the fact that they were overwhelmed and robbed before the hour of failure. Tse buli radianski vіyskovo polonenі and civil individuals - so called ostarbiteri, vivezens with recouped territories for a robot in the Third Reich, and the ties of Nazi concentration centers. Tobto all that, hto went back to Batkivshchyna. When the stench was freed, the stench was given away with a lot of changes in the filtration lagoons, and when the turn in the SRSR before them, repressive and discredited - national practices - were stagnant. Tse zmushuvalo їkh zgodom, naskіlka tse bulo could, prikhovuvati your passed. Bagatokh checked the primus pratsya, and the incomplete ones - tabіrnі terms for fabricated incidents in the land of Batkіvschina. From the official memory about the news of the news of the super-scrupulous reports of the young people of the Radiansky hulks, who were transferred to the occupied territory of the German army. Above many people of the past, there was a threat of engagement in call-fighting.

In the war for ten years, the movement of the bully is bound and the mass decline of the Jews in the recouped territories. About the humiliation of the Jewish population was not heard already and for the hour of the day, the official vikorystovuyasya formula "the death of peaceful radians". Tse zamovchuvannya vypravdovuvalosya pragnennyy not give Nazi propaganda, yaka wrote about "Jew-Bilshovism." However, for the sake of justice, you should also talk about the mass oppression of the Jews, which was explained by anti-Semitism, which in the other half of the 1940s became part of the USSR. sovereign policy... To this, Jewish memorials were not erected at the monuments, mass shootings were carried out, a fence was put on the publication of the celebrations for an hour.

Ale і girky dosvіd kolishnіkh veterans became more and more difficult for the authorities. Organizations of the state security began to show increased respect for those who were not happy with them (they were going to last 2.5 million), and those who were not safe for the category of giants, which may be bad for their wives. All the musicians of the Indians have remembered the beer-halls and the markets, the last time they told about the blood-wines. Without wards, they started picking up and driving them forcibly in the rostrum in the wilderness of the Invalid’s booth.

The soldier-front-line soldiers turned around to learn that the memory of war, tenaciously, will fit into the new life. Until then, it was not only from the ceremonial and clearing-up of the new picture, but from the great announcements about the humanity and the cholovy-nosty, but it was just a matter of fact, but it was not very important for him. Tse, zychayno, did not mean that the unlived trauma did not occur at the moment. Vona manifested itself in the widest implanted alcohol, becoming the main way of vitality for rich rock.

Boris Slutsky sings when he wrote about seeing his nepotism, like a winikla at a vis-a-door-to-be from a vain:

If we have turned from guilt,
I do not need it.
Get lost in nostalgia,
from the incomplete provinces,
I am intelligent: іnshі, іnshі,
this is not the case.

Feeling unreasonable for the quickening of the team, before the fears began to turn around even more quickly. Danilo Granin wrote through the rich rocky:

“The story of demobilization among the front-line soldiers is very different. In the community, the soldier's performance was lost, the recent smile was destroyed ... Go to the podium, compete with the authorities, stand as a comrade, the viclasts, who think, are more important, now go to the attack. If they didn’t whistle the coolers, I wouldn’t want to fire at the podium, but the axis of the ti divi ... "

In the atmosphere of the day 9 May was re-transformed into the people's day of sorrow and memory of the loss, which was recognized by someone who is not a skinny guy. The very same poet Stalin in 1947 rotsi skasovuє official svetikuvannya of the Day of Peremogi. In fact, in the ten years of war, there are no official memorials: museums, monuments, "Vichny Vogni" appear more. Ale the smut - it may not be possible to see that, guilty, it would be seen everywhere, if there weren't any bloody battles, if there was not an hour and the forces would not have gone too far. Chi does not get organized. Navpaki, post-war parades, demonstrations, physical culture saints played the role of a self-righteous camouflage, such as nodding to become prikhovati go to viyni.

If it weren’t the zeal of the power, it couldn’t be evil - how could I say in the 1960s rock, “the people” - the memory of war, not being able to resist in the procrastinated bed of the official ideology. His turn won znakho-d-la in tsi rocky persh for everything in the journey. There is a whole galaxy of singers who call themselves Vyskov. Pre-old romance, from one side, and drum patriotism - from the stench they defiantly protest against the brood, more and more the reality of wine. Deyaky sti-hi, written just before the hour, are pitiless and natural-leafy, but all the rock can not be overruled in the minds of the censorship. This is how the rows of letters from the writings of 1944 began to sound like this, but in 1944, the rosy of the old buvshi-old tankist, who had been wounded at the front, and became Ion Degen’s vіyskovim іnvalіd:

My comrade, in mortal agony
Do not cry for darling friends.
Give-but more beautiful than the winter of the valley
Over your steamy blood.
Do not cry, do not haul, do not be small,
Tee is not injured, tee is simply killed.
Let me remember you felts in memory,
We need to step on.

For in the 1942 episode "Before the Attack", the fate of Semyon Gudzenko, which died ten years later from the wounds of Semyon Gudzenko:

Bey boo short.
And then
jammed the fire in Krizhan,
і vicolupuv with a knife
З-під нігтів
I am a stranger.

For not having published for the life of the poet Kostyantin Levin:

We gave only morphies,
By the most accepted - bromine.
And those with us, that they were dead, -
Earth, and any other.

Infected everything is wonderful,
Sounding all the price is unreasonable.
Near five countries of the world
Fill our corpses.

Tse write Boris Slutskiy at the verse "The Voice of One", assigned to Mikhail Kulchitsky, who has gone down on the verse of poetry.

The hour of great comprehension of what has been experienced in the first, epic forms has not yet been instructed. Letters of interest are written in advance of drawing, notification, small-scale situations. One of the most significant creations of that hour was Andriy Platonov's speech “Sem'ya Ivanova”, published in 1946. I will describe the importance of the soldier's turn in life, that she became a stranger for a foreigner, de sin-pidlitok to be older than my father, I don’t know anything about the laws of life, but the squad see life and hardships and self-reliance , joining the call with іnshim.

What is not known about the book about the age of the documentary is about the life of the beating officer Viktor Nekrasov "In the trenches of Stalingrad". At this battle before Stalingrad, the post is not like a description of the heroic victories, but like the importance and importance of the robot, like the need for robiti without enthusiastic pathos. Ale and the book of Nekra-owl, I would like to be awarded the Stalin Prize in 1947, and the novel by Gros-SMANI "For Justice" (1952), in a short hour, there will be sharp criticism.

On the ear of the 1950s, since the backward atmosphere in the country felt strong SSU-tisya, well, the memory of the war is more and more visible to the people of the benny because of the grip of fear and the hardships of life.

The idea of ​​the so-called cult of the individual Stalin in the pre-presentation of Krisht-shchev at the XXth edition of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, and as soon as the "appearance" of the process is being introduced and the destruction in the official image of the Victory Day. The center of gravity is shifting from the glorification of the victory to the tragedy and the citizenry, which has brought it to all the people. Qiu tendencies are immediately captured by the number of front-line soldiers. The stench arose in the midst of physical wounds, and even more hospitable people see unrepentant souls. Numerous lieutenants and ranks (Grigoriy Baklanov, Yuriy Bon-da-rev, Vasil Bikov, Volodymyr Bogomolov, Evgen Vorobyov, Bulat Okudzha-va) in their creations oppose the authoritative delightful smoothest of Mary's paragraph. Khlopchina from the small outskirts, from the village of Leka, former schoolboy, student, tossing at the meat grinder - it is important to tell the truth about your fault. Yak writes about himself in tі rocky kolishny front-soldier sings David Samoilov:

And I'm at the stop
Have your own freezing vushantsi,
De zirochka is NOT statutory,
And virizana s banks.

Those who describe the stench will be denounced in anti-Stalinist criticism as "trench-va truth." In the 1960s, for a lieutenant, soldier's truth about war on the sidelines of all magazines and newspapers, there are burnt-out ideological battles. Vіyskovі povіstі Grigorіy Baklanov, Vasil Bykov, Bulat Okudzhavi pіd-Vergal sharp criticism for pesimism, "abstract humanism", pacifism is thin.

It’s an hour ahead, I would like in a very ugly viglyadі, in the out-of-the-way picture, I want to include and the quiet about whom they talked about in the next ten years, - all the big ones in the concourse and the connections of the concentration tables. I want the history of success, with the help of the guards, after all, the great chorus has a little bit now in his voice. Naybіlshu popularity nabuvє in tі rocky book survived the Nazi full Yuriya Pilyar "People become people" (1963).

Forward, writing the fence, superimposed on the theme of the oppression of the Jews, a post about the improvement of the memory of the milyoni died. The symbol of the church of memory of the old mice of the mass of the Jews in the Kiev Babyn Yar. In Kiev, the struggle for the monument is resigned, the writer Viktor Nekrasov becomes the leading initiator. In 1961, the poetry of Evgen Yvtushenok “Babin Yar” was published, the text of which Shostakovich was included in his 13th symphony in 1962.

The theme of the zhorstokost іnіnі peoplezhu nourishment about the value of human life. It’s a lot of artists to be afraid to show not “a great feat of the Radiansky people”, but because of all the anti-humanistic character of the guilt — not heroic, but more terrible and unhealthy. "Pidloi" is called vіynu in his warrant-tіy pisnі quiet rockіv Bulat Okudzhava. About those who want to kill child souls, I know their first film "Ivan's Childhood" (1962) after the story of Volodymyr Bogomolov "Ivan" by the young director Andriy Tarkovsky. Vin wrote:

“At the“ Ivan's dynasty, ”I’m thinking about it ...<…>Win [the hero of the film] immediately before-put me as the nature of the rudiments, the destruction of his normal axis. Unscentedly rich, moreover - everything that powerfully by Ivan Ivan, irrevocably went from his life. And for the rakhunok of all the lost - pribane, like an evil gift of vіyni, concentrate in new and energized. "

About those who like a ludin on a merciless vіynіyavshis in the minds of an inhuman choice - not only about life and death, but about those who are fierce and death - write the Bilorussian writer Vasil Bikov in his stories.

In the middle of the earth, if in literature there is a struggle between the steelists and anti-steelists in literature, the theme of the process is to be tied to the theme of repression. Characteristically, Oleksandr Solzhenitsyn, a collegiate front-line officer, in the end of his defense of critical visibility about Stalin, choosing his hero in the published in 1962, a collegiate report of a soldier published in 1962. Wine was consumed in the GULAG, with a lot of nimets, ample jingles at the heart.

The Tsi Roki Bula wrote one of the most popular books about wine - the novel by Vasil Grossman "Life and Share" (1960). Roving the whole book - another part of the dilogy - with the first part, the novel "For Justice", to tell about those glimpses of change that have been seen over the course of ten years in the writer's testimony. In the romance, the center of the Stalingrad epic era, Grossman from the trenches of Stalingrad and the Stalinist camps, Nazi concentration camps and Lubyani-ski went to and from the fortunate enough for that hour to discern the food in one system.

Such a ruthless and merciless description of the harsh and merciless-nost, with which guilt is conducted, were made for the whole hour by the name of their courage. At the ear of 1961, the novel was written by the KDB with the editorial board of the Znamya magazine, where he published his writer, all copies of which were taken over by Grossmann. The book, as if it wasn’t in samvidavi, came to the Radiansky reader only a quarter of a century, and today it is possible to deprive it of gadati, as the hostile virob would lead the way, if the bullet was written.

In the 1960s, there was an obvious break in the suspension in terms of the issue up to the point of failure, before it was put up to the current price, as it was over. Salute 1945 cannot overturn the tragedy of 1941 - such pathos is quiet, but with its own obedience, it is impossible to forget the catastrophe. About Kostyantin Levin wrote:

Yak biblіynі zіrki result,
Nailed over me
Forty first vichny rock
The star is indispensable.

Oh, charring and pinking,
Ty compressed with blood, straining.
I want to buv after forty-five,
Forty first without revenge.

Comrades are a moral standard for large front-line soldiers. However, the rozkol is swelling and generational in nature. Fathers, real and intelligent, who did not turn away from sin, oppose the living, as the snarls of life, often at the cost of compromises and moral losses. In 1963, the director-ser Mar-lon Khutsіev knows the film "Zastava Illicha", which is of great importance and in the urged viglyad, called "Men twenty rockies", punching its way to the screen. At the end of the day, for a whole hour, there is a scene: a 20-rock hero, who is on the road, in the twisted twerk of his life, he imagines that he’s going to get lost on his father. But you can't give a synopsis to the food about those who live like this. “I’m even younger for you,” - vimovlyaє vin and vuho-child in the far-off Moscow streets. The symbolic sensation of the stage boom oche-v-den for the current glance: the daddy vikonali their obovyazok - the stench sank in the battle for the daddy’s land. Ale the stench could not take on food, as now, after 20 years of death, the life of the sinews.

In 1965, through the pivrok, the nobility of Khrushchov sent the party's crown to planting, with a magnificent noise, 20 years of peremogy began. 9 grass boulo is already denuded on a non-working day. To see the possession of the family of the date, which until the moment I lost the memory and sorrow during the day. In the early days of the Brezhnev era, it is obvious that the communist ideology can no more fully fulfill the role of the ideological support of the regime. Only the victory of Vichiznyany vіynі will take off more people of Radiansk as a crazy feat, collective and special. The fate of vіynі and zdobut peremoga now attaches to the role of cement, but clearly the weakness of the people of the SRSR. That in the propaganda, the theme of the "rewarding contribution" to the reversal is gradually adopted. One by one, at those rock screens on the screens, one by one there is a film about wine, and a clever image settles down: a crafty Ukrainian, a romantic Georgian, a good-natured Uzbek. And all the while, in a childlike way, the representatives of the other peoples were united to the foreign partners before they could be tied by brotherly ties with the Russian people, which is a powerful force and a directing force.

The canonical history of the Great Victory Day is happening in the city of zusillas of official Vіyskіvіh historians. There will be a wide stream of publications of marshal's and general's memoirs. They have fragments of real history changing from mythology, which is a really unhuman way of doing things, and often making old rakhunks. Description of important changes in mutual supplements: one of the best butts - nutrition about the performance for cutting by Vyazma in the interpretations of Konov and Zhukov's marches.

As in the steel hour, the most painful point for the Brezhnev ideologists, there was a catastrophic ear of death, the shooting of the great armies, the millions were consumed in full and dwelt in the best soldiers. Characteristic is the ts'kuvannya, as the historian Oleksandr Nekrich came up with for his monograph "1941. 22 worms", which was published in 1965. Nekrich wrote about those terrible wounds of the Red Army in the first few months - they were rude about -this - to the ruling of the command and office warehouse before the hour of the Great Terror of the 1930s. The book was fenced in, Oleksandr Nekrich buv vklyuchenii s par-ty and vinuzh-den buv viyhati in emigratsiyu.

In the middle of Brezhnevski rock, vlada vsilyako pragmatically dissolve his appearance in the individual participants of the event. The stench of getting rid of the nareshty social pilgrims, finishing the hundredths in today's radiant life, the stench of otochening with vulgarity. The word "veteran", which includes in itself deeds more and more broadly, replaces the non-handy "front-line soldier". Veterans are asked to go to schools, they are asked to go to robots. Proceedingly, the war veterans will see a replacement for the heroic myth, which will preserve the honorable status of a veteran. Viktor Astaf'ev jury:

“Our brother, good comfrey, has lost a little ... viciously, not all, far from all, they behaved with dignity in the songs of rock, rather faint-hearted, fell, not showing evil, belittling - even about us, they just thought of 20 ... and if Brezhno threw a small piece of his rich table, our slave shelter began to speak and we were ready to grasp the hand of the benefactor ... "

Dyysno, spravzhnykh front-line soldiers in the whole moment grows less and less. They borrowed a different kind of children from political witnesses, from state security bodies, who did not take an immediate part in the boy's actions (and only once they carried their service during the day of the day). Leonid Brezhnov himself can serve as an application, for the hour of war he borrowed the duty of the head of the political party of one of the armies. Now, perebryuyu at vlі, wіn hindsight will reject nyvischі vіyskіvі hіgorodі, and all the others, for other help, write for a new journalist's heroic biography.

In the Central Brezhnev rock, the whole land was flooded with the same type of images of monumental propaganda, glorifying the success: unifiku-baths "Vichny Vogny", obelisks and monuments. Everywhere there is a Museum of Battle Glory. At the very hour of the day, the canon and stereotypes, which are re-experienced in the current visual memory about war, will begin. One of the nai-bo-lei yaskravikh attachments - a memorial of the destructions on the Mamayev Kurgan according to the project of the sculptor Evgen Vuchetich, de gigantska figure of Batkivshchina-mother, majestic barrels, the hand of the Vichny could not serve as a memorial there are soldiers here.

Such an image of vіyni, de head є not the price, but the peremoga itself, the deeds of the victorious turn of the figur of Stalin as the head creator of the myth. Con-chan vidliga, political frosts are coming, and in the book epics, and the smut - and on the cranes, this image appears. Tsim is referred to as the film poem "Zvilnennya" (1969-1971), de for the first time from the 20th century, Stalin was pictured as wise as a military leader. Itself at the very hour of Stalin's name, I know to be connected to the side, the formulas “We went to death with the name of Stalin”, “Yakby not Stalin, we would not play against,” and so far, come to light.

To protect it, it would be wrong to keep up with the collective memory of the fault, and we also want to get angry with the official myth. With a stretch of all the mary-nev-epochs, the struggle is with a special, individual memory from the official. The Qia is especially memory-rich in character, but not in the early 1960s. Vaughn forcibly, but all the same to make his way in literature, in cinema, in the image of the golden mystery. One of the important and stately themes now is to stand against the people and power: it is shown in the films of Oleksiy German, Larissa Shepitko, in the books of Vasil Bikov, V'yacheslav Kondratyev, Kostyantin Vorobyov, Viktor Astaf'ev. All parts of the world, writers and journals directly refer to indivi-du-al - nome, special admission yak to dzherel, an alternative way of wining.

In the 1970s, there are documentary films, books, which are based on the recordings by the authors of the accounts of eyewitnesses. Kostyantin Simonov, one of the most popular writers of all, has made a series of soldiers' reports about new everyday life for television. Biloruska journalist Svitlana Aleksiyevich, with a hand in handing out the deciles of rock, wrote down the voices of women in the army, and published in 1985 the book "We are not living in life," Bilorusky writer Ales Adamovich together with Danil Granin took the blessings of the survivors of the Leningrad blockade. їх " blockade book", I wanted and went with more censorship bills, became the first images of the memory of Lenin-Hradets about the mass famine and strongly perceived from the mythological picture of the" heroic feat of the besieged city ".

Since the earliest days of the 1980s, with the end of the Brezhnev era, the backbone of the dissatisfaction with the system of initiation has begun to move more and more into the development of a form of failure and overcoming the power of the head ideological support. With a cob of awakening the main food, like standing in the center of the swarming huge discussions, - the price is going to the last, to the Stalin's decline. The main pathos of the hour is the pragmatic knowledge of finally the truth about the political repression of the communist regime, including the truth about war. Since the beginning of the era of glasnost, it has become a long time ago, as they often wrote, "the remembrance of the great beaches." Everything that has so far been suspended from the official memory of war, that and from the collective, has been turned around. Publications have been published about the real numbers of financial losses, and about the shares of the lost and the lost in Nimechchina, about the repressions of the rock of war, and about the rich and the wrong, which, in the past, was unimaginably overpriced.

With the collapse of the CPSR and the condemnation of the new independent powers in the kolishnyh regions, the social workers began to articulate those who, until now, cannot boom vie-say in a voice: Radianska Army It could, at the price of great expenses, amuse the people of Skhidnoy Europe to Nazism, but did not bring and could not bring them freedom.

І in suspicious property, І on a family level, we will see a loss of the wind-blown status, which in the situation of an economic catastrophe has ceased to be great and honorable. In the case of the Afghan war (1989), pacifist sentiments were taken into account in the young people, even if it seemed like an abstract evil. Such thoughts were not only caught by the young. In the mid-1990s, Bulat Okudzhava sings, as in the 1960s-70s the popularity of the blessing to the songs and verses dedicated to the puppies of war was great, having actually become the icon of an alternative memory of war, saying:

“I don’t remember that it’s just a simple people to go to the front. Good-Voltz yshli, yak not marvelous, іntelіgenti, albeit pro ts me rubbish tacitly zamovchuєmo dosi. And so the blame is absolutely brutal.<…>The device stifled function in the same way, as before, only in extreme minds - more hard, more hard.<…>In the end, you can argue that either a person is not intelligent, or, as a writer, it is only the one who is to be used as a subject of speculation.<…>Passed 60 rocky vzagali changed into nonsense. "

On the ear of the 1990s, it’s just the ear of the process, which is like pulling along a lot of worms in a collective memory. However, duzhe shvid-ro - until the mid-1990s - is all the more remembered manifestation of a suspicious consciousness of a century of nostalgia for a Radianskoy feeling. The reasons for the general nostalgia were bulging, Aleh Golovna was dissatisfied with the decline of the USSR, economic and social legacies of reforms. I vlada, all the more pop-list - so, how to be engaged in jokes to the consensus in breaking apart with irreconcilable opposition speeches, all the more active it turns to a radian, practically frustrated way of thinking.

The first large-scale project, which absolutely clearly was based on the old Radiansky propaganda style, was the Holy Quantesque 50-leku Peremogi in 1995. The first monument to Marshal Zhukov (whose image at that hour replaced the figure of Stalin in the mythology of Peremogi), the erection on the Manezhnii Square, and the end of the nareshty dovgobud - the Peremogi Park on the Worship Mountain, the very nature of the holy ritual is vital old people in the eyes of monumental propaganda and aesthetics.

So, in the early 2000s, the memory of Vichyznyana in the memory of Vichyznyana is in progress, and all the intensity is taken into account in memory of the change. The first memory of the remains of ten-riches at a large part of the Russian population was once again linked with the image of Stalin. The memory of the terror, which is the main instrument of the steel policy, was important and painful. Vona vimagala of the importance of moral robotics and could not live up to pride and patriotism, which became the head vectors of the new ideology. The last and the last real reports of the important work and the crooked ones have gone. They were caught in the past by the rock of witness - a memoir, create art, Filmy - є by the cultural baggage of the head rank of the older generations and little demanded by the young. Forgiveness and mythological image of the wins yak peremogi mintly settled in the mass of witness.

Volodymyr Pershanin

"The field of death"

"Okopna Pravda" of the Great Victory

All, who entered the front edge, the first for all the trenches: the ranks of the pikhotintsy, the kulemeters, the zv'yazkivtsi, the sappers. Tanks and accordions curl their zombies in the trenches and caponiers. Three trenches to reclaim the front line. Dal is a neutral smog - a mortal field to the trenches.

The theme of the Great Victory Day of the Tsikavil has been changed for me. Gathering help my father, native, my fellow countrymen, colleagues in service, just know them. Otrimavshis dialed, kilka once climbed into the archive. Until the nineties, the boules were in the fashion of "general's memoirs", heavily censored. The stench didn’t come to me as tsykavim. They took less notice of the common participants in the war: privates, sergeants, platoon commanders, companies. Quiet, hto pass through the trenches, mortal field and change.

Taking on itself the boldness of the pod of the first individual. Soldiers are far away from the bullets and get too close to me.

Tank_st forty first rock

I killed the first building on nimtsy on this day of vіyni ...

D. T. Pikulenko

Dmytro Timofiyovich Pikulenko, charging a light tank BT-7, starting his fight in 1941. As soon as the battles were won, they started to fight to the cordon, to search for the official statistics, which was not more than 2-3 vids until the end of the battle, then talk about the tanks, for which the share was short of life! I often see the front-line soldiers, albeit people with such a biography in the past. It is important to win the first time in battles on a tank.

- So i bulo, - the major at the deputy chief Dmitro Timofiyovich Pikulenko. - We, like our tanks, blocked the road to Vitebsk, Smolensk and went to Moscow, melodiously, and there was no one alive. Well, if you ask, I'll read on the cob itself.

Born from the 12th breast in 1921 in the village of Emelyashevka, Taborinsky district, Sverdlovsk region. Sem'ya Bula is great: five brothers, two sisters. The oldest - Єgor, 1906 to the fate of the people, I am the youngest. I don’t remember my mother;

Our people in the Urals are good, sincere. Yakby is not born, fellow villagers, thank you to the collective, the dad would not have met us. Seven in my arms, booths, domination. Namagavsya win know new friends, ale nіkhto s women for nyogo not yshov. What kind of women are you looking for? They came, helped, but did not want to live. Father died since I had fifteen rockets. At that hour, the older brothers became friends, the sisters went out, and I was thirteen years old in the collegiate life of Voroshilov: as a groom, buv, hlib tidied up and hauled, lis went to rilly korchuvav. Osvita from me bulo already chotiri clasi. In 1940, the rock was drafted into the army. Having eaten in the city of Kaluga, I entered the Tula region. Misto not from the greatest, ale me, having become majestic. I'm alive in the wilderness. The regional center - the village of Tabori - is located 360 kilometers from Sverdlovsk (in Yekaterinburg), and to the nearest station it was a hundred kilometers away.

Having spent time in the 18th tank division, which was commanded by Major General FT Remizov, a couple of quarantined, and I was sent to the mechanization of the development battalion under the command of Major Krupsky. The battalion roztashovavsya on the outskirts of Kaluga and buv technically good equipment. Folded into three mouths: tank (kudi me, rahuvali), armor and motorcycle roti. There will be more additional platoons: ringing, posting and so far. Ale golovna mіts felled in our three companies, especially in the tank. It’s not a good idea and it’s not a good news! The battalion could not only carry out the exploration, but rather strike a good start. Ten tanks, two dozen armored vehicles and nearly two dozen motorcycles! Armored vehicles in the main BA-10, with hardened armored vehicles, and large light BA-20 with a muffler. Motorcycles, I do not remember what brand, ale prodny, most of the sidecars and also with kulemets. I'll tell you about tanks okremo.

Bula service is not a problem for me. Mayzhe up to nineteen rockies, I have lived in small kutas, sleeping on the floor, then on the benches, for an hour and on the floor. The clean, spacious barracks didn’t give me a little palace. I їzh not in the butt of silskoї. Meat is skinny day, wheat bread and life, rich soup, porridge, liquorice tea, oseledets, I love yaku.

They hammered us into a match on BT-5 tanks. The politicians praised them, the sergeants spat, and ale mocked. Their aviamotor is primitive, that throttle gasoline is not safe. Once, for some reason, the dvigun caught fire, the ice was extinguished. Spared, scho in front of the hangars became, in the fire-extinguishers, water flowed by hand. Garmata is strong for those hours, 45-millimeter, її was praised, kulemet DT - ie. We knew the best of the tank defenses, and there were few combat firearms. Most of the time they shot from the plug-in stovbur with a gunt_vkovy cartridge. For all the months, when I served until the war in the battalion, they fired some live ammunition. We saw three and twenty cartridges per gun. Hіba tse preparation for a bast shooter?

The armor of the BT-5 is weak, and I just feel good. I remember that if he’s in charge for the first time about "mice and armor", one of the sergeants on the shooting range led us to the rail and from the gunting of the crocs from the five yak sharakhne. The jumper is at the rail with 13-15 millimeters, yak armor at the BT-5. The racer has a naskriz dirka. The sergeant spat and prompted briefly:

The axis is like this.

We started to master a new tank, BT-7. Lobova armor tovschі, the vezha is everyday, and the speed of the period of time for a year. They said that all sixty days were on wheels, they did not practice ale on wheels, that they did not ride on caterpillars. Nachebto did not start gasoline. The motor of the new "Betheshki" is more taut, and I run the harmony with the muffler, and in seconds I will need to go to the side. The tank will be added to me. I am the pride of the bull, and I, the colish groom, are such a sinister machine Volodya.

Tractor drivers or boys of 6-7 classes were taken in tanks. I don’t know, how am I? Perhaps, through a bednyatskogo pokazhennya, small growth (do not fit into the tank), chipkost. If the caterpillars were overtightening, I will use my head force. We threw the barrels with fire.

My statues are not so tight. Bagato crammed. On pol_tzanyattyah so pruzhuvavsya, scho potіv. If you put comrade Stalin in a pererahuvati need, I am simply perishing and getting lost. Those are the very same Voroshilov (about who I am bumping, who is a collegiate in Emelyashevka є), Budionny, Kalinin, Mekhlis (the head politician of the army). For the joy of the political officer, I went to the club and read the newspapers.

After reading "Yak Gaunting Steel" also a couple of books. Newspapers were a few tedious, but I still had a sound to them, and the axis was already past fifty, and I read from happy people.

Statutes in the first hour of us came as the commander of the headquarters. Vin buv me even more displeasure. "Eh, ignoramus!" - as if calling me.

I am so formed, scho all the chervony is shattered. By some means I didn’t respect myself and that commander of the zennavidіv, I want a normal man. They wrote many statutes, but they didn’t remember everything. And what can you say about us!

Bagato respect came to physical preparation. Shhoranka, in any weather, run for about two kilometers, charging. Okremos were conducted in gymnastics and hand-to-hand combat. Fizpidpreparation at me on "vidminno" was gone, construction - it is not degraded. Gvint_vku and tank gun with zakrytim ochima rozbirav-zbirav. The platoon's machine-gun disk cannot be filled with ammunition. At the parti, standing yak fit without sleeping. Password. Vidguk. Well done, private Pikulenko! I serve the working people!

Technics, perhaps, not knowing much, but loving. At the battalion, as I said, there were armored vehicles. Once upon a time, the Komsomol members of the tank and motorcycle roti were sent to use armored vehicles, so that they could be secure in battle. For the price of us they were often called out in outfits, especially in construction training, as a normal fight cannot be tolerated. Without thinking, I should know about armored vehicles in war. The BA-20 was filled with old cars with thin armor and a muffler, and the BA-10 axle was built with a new thing, good respect: a tank vezha with the same harmony and a muffler, another muffler, two rear driving wheels, durability and speed. The control of an armored vehicle is automobile, I have mastered it without practice. I remember, at the shows of their navchannes, the trip from chotiroh people, up to 50 kilometers were raised on the polygon (where there is the famous "one and a half" before us!) The water was overflowing with the motor, and we, breaking the kryzhani plates, went on twists and turns and fired at the targets in the distance. The commander of the car took the harness, and I shot two “embrasures” from the gun and fired the veneer silhouettes of the “fascists”.

The sound was given in the place of origin. Especially tim, hto for the first rіk. And here, having trimmed it off, I will add some sound. I have a penny for me. Having saved up the chervonoarmiyske fee. Todi f "dіdіv" didn’t boom, and not a penny didn’t pick up. Having taken a clean look at us, the cholovik came to the place. We went shopping. It is running three times, vidvlyayuchis, honor to the commanders viddaєmo. For two ice-cream z'ili. One, brown, smelled of chocolate, I brought me to gusto. Even though they would take it, ale fearing not to pay a penny. We were amazed at the movie "Ivan Antonovich is angry". I didn’t vouch for it, I’m baiduzhiy before the music. Chi is not up to anything, zychayno. Utyosov loving, match Saurov, parts. And here the symphonies are hot as if they were not sound. Evening on the dance went. I'm not dancing. That, two lads with me, spritnish, learned about the girls, and I didn’t get overwhelmed. Divki rozfufirena, miski. The officers and the lads in the suits, they are clutching and smirking behind the waist. Smell of perfume. It became me hot and calm. I picked up and smelled in the place. And the lads were boasting now that "everything is going well with them." One, melodiously, is a brekhav, and the other, that lively one, might covet his own. I barked for myself for the inconvenience, but from the other side, about the criminals, in the coachmen that shining cloth, to squeeze? About your collegiate name of Comrade Voroshilov? What if I rozsіku hvatsko on armored vehicles? Talk about the Vyskovs on the right.

Volodymyr Pershanin

Penalties, razvіdniki, pіhota

"Okopna Pravda" of the Great Victory

In the decorated lining of the Vikoristano photo information of the photorespondent Mark Markov-Grіnberg

A collection of soldiers and officers who participated in the Great Victory Day. I started imagining in a new lot of people who were united, but all the stench passed through the front edge, the bullets on the winds were overcome. I want a chance to live up to Peremoga at a big bulo, not a bit too big.

The order with the help of guesses about promoters, pikhotinets, the keeper of me in the distance read materials about people, the share of those who are not so often seen in our literature: about the latest chauffeurs, the winners of the Volga fleets, like having drunk a company in the penalty area.

Fighters tієї vіyni zalishatsya s skin rock less and less. The stench has become closer to me, and I want to convey to the reader their hard times and feat, which will eventually become lost in the history of Russia.

I served at the development

I found the city not for the dead "mov", I want it to be more than two dozen, but for a nice tank, which I have buried at once with a trip. And also in the development of the bouvalo.

Melnikov I.F.

About Ivan Fedorovich Melnikov, I first learned from a short article in the book about the Knights of the Order of Glory. Then it happened so, that the events in the Moscow library were held with the help of the veterans. There was a conversation, a start was made, and a popular documentary report about the way of the foreman - salesman Ivan Fedorovich Melnikov, was born. If I have permission, I will be a victor from the first individual, so, as for me, Ivan Fyodorovich will be able to tell.

I was born on the 19th spring of 1925 in the town of Sizran in the Kuibishev region. Father, іnvalid Hromadyanskoi Vіyni, died unbarrily for my people, mother - a working man. An hour later, my mother came out and replaced my dad. Vin pratsyuvav in OSOAVIAKHIM, I will be kind, good people, adding about those who I will get to know. On the ear of 1942, I finished two courses of the greenhouse technology, trochs.

I wondered how to become a customer and attributed it to me in the document. Together with two classmates, we flowed into the house and, having climbed into the train, rushed from Sizran to Stalingrad and went to the Kachin school. If they arrived in Stalingrad, they arrived, and the school was evacuated. I remember how hungry they wandered around the place, mirkuvali, how robiti dal. Those who are Stalingrad on the front line did not mind. Chi did not brutalize і on the whitty of the sirens, which means I’ll try a triviality.

Pochavsya pov_tryanii nalit. The bombs burst into flames. The forced vibuhi raised the ground for tens of meters up the hill, the booths were ruined. Get off, go into some kind of ditch, they didn’t figure it out, but ran to the Volga. At Golovenko's thoughts flashed across the river to the left bank. Those that are two kilometers wide of the Volga were not overlooked. I have become my classmates - I don’t know. Having stunned a nearby vibuch, I rushed along the birch tree, as long as it did not hit me with a Chergovy vibuch.

Otamivsya on birch trees without clothing, everything hurts, in vuhah dzvin. Concussion. They didn’t take the battle of the old part, they brought it to Sanroti. If they came to tami, they puffed them up, dressed them up, and began to rospituvati. I kept repeating that I want to read the little boy. Correction in the documents was not remembered, judging with it, in a month I didn’t change much in the last few months. So, formally, I will be able to use it. Stalingrad was already bombed, I didn’t get ready for military training, and I saw an assignment for military operations in Morshynska Tambov region. Moving, lad of literate people, you will read the little boy there.

The Morshansk public school did not have a buoy. About zhodnі lotchikіv rozmova did not go. At once with a group of lads, I had a meal in the klemetsno-minometne school. The situation at the front was bully, like a nicholas, vigorously, it was just a hard nimetske stepped on the front. Honor the battle on the outskirts of Stalingrad. The twenty-third sickle of 1942 to the fate of the Nazis broke through to the Volga, and the city fell upon the city for the death of hundreds of fortune-tellers. The center of the world for the day of re-inventions in ruin, lost thousands of people. I appeared on that day in Stalingrad, hardly bi-utsiliv.

Morshynska, small, even greener place, leaning against the high birch of the Tsna rivulet. Nagaduvav is a rich provincial place of Russia. At the center there are two and three-topped rooms, and all of them are private booths with gardens and cities. Curtsy kindly know the place by the famous Morshansk makhorka and cigarettes "Prima". Well, but for less from the end of 1942 to rock and until April 1943, I became a month of the day.

The machine-gun and ministry school roztashovuvalos in the center of Morshansk. The mouth was occupied by the great chanting of the booths. Company - 120 cadets, platoon - 40. We were trained as a slid. We went through combat training, pristіy minomets and kulemetiv, rozrahunok shooter, battle tactics. For example, from an 82-millimeter gun, I shot nearly fifty battle buildings in seven months. Vvazhayu - normal. In іnshikh schools, as I learned at the front, combat firing was carried out kudi less. Vivchali machine tools kulemeti "maxim" and manual Degtyarova.

Greater respect came to all the minomets. Until they were underestimated. Німці, widely stagnant minomets for the first days, inflicted serious losses on our Vіyski people. For accurate shooting, it is necessary to comprehend the whole science. The knowledge of mathematics and physics helped me in rosrahunks. Evaluations of large items in boules are kind and helpful. Alas, it's a pity, they zapped (as it is not wonderful to sound) my armchair and musical ear, I will sleep. Through the tseme they transferred the zoti to the company. I made out on the spot agitatsiyu, vipuskav stіngazeta. If they were preparing the company before the turnover, I і malyuvav, і crook in the ranks, sleep "Kakhovka", "Along the valleys and along the Uzgir'yah", "Katyusha". For nauchnu agitatsiyu and passing through a clear order with a young company, we otrimuvala good bali.

At the same time, none of them are sound from the buildings. Navchannya in schools will be guessed with a kind word. The commanders were placed before us with respect. Kharchuvannya for the whole hour was good. Vrantsі - porridge, oil, liquorice tea. For ob_d - meat soup, soup, porridge or cartope with meat, compote. After graduating from the school, I was awarded the title of "senior sergeant". I was in command of a short-lived or klemetny rozrahunka, but my share went to the institute. I have drunk in the 202nd Guards Regiment of the 68th Guards Division, so I can enter to the warehouse of the Stepovy Front. Divizia perebovala on the іvnіchny skіd from Kharkiv. Literally in the first few days, I was "enticed" into the distribution.

The word "razvіdnik" was zapped with a halo of mystery, like tamnitsі. Only volunteers took from the survey. Legends have sprung up about the vilazki in the tyl of the Voroga. Vidvazhnі razvіdniki penetrated into the fascist lіgvo, noiselessly knew the wart and brought the valuable "mov". In April 1943, there were eighteen rocks for me (for documents - seventeen). By the way, cottony, I’m good enough to sleep and not to smell vіyni. I didn’t think about it, having given the year and after the signs as the commander of the announcement to the platoon for the first time. If I had not learned it with a platoon, I immediately realized that there was more of a town near the rangers, less for the time being. Do not tell me that the battle bully is surrounded by medals and orders, but more than half of the boule is in the city.

If I want to be the commander of the deployment, the science of intelligence has been brought to bear from aziv. Persons not commanding anybody. They insisted on me, like organized a useful defense, de-roztashovani post, klemetn_ points. I remember hanging out the days of being wary of the front edge of the enemy. From the early wound to temryavi, in the evenings and in the evenings. My eyes were so sick that I washed them with cold water. Smoke the sound. Giving vidpochinok to the eyes, navchavsya zoserediti uvagu on the necessary dilyankas. Platoon commander Buv Lieutenant Fedosov. I will not tell you if it’s a matter of fact. On the right in that, like me, the rank and file sergeants on the officers' seats were hanging lightly. There were no special intelligence agencies. The commanders in the investigation were appointed officers from the shooters.

Fedosov fought for forty years later, having been wounded, having entered into a competent commander. The reconnaissance platoon arrived two months before me. I was "coached" by two presumed trainees. Ryadoviy Sasha Golik from my witness and sergeant, for whom I have not forgotten the name. Golik, small in growth, zhilaviy, richly developed going to til, mav two medals. To be built, at lightning hour I’ll be a sergeant, ale for p'yanka, I’ll have a squirt. Tim is not mensh, tse buv preparatory, shelling fahіvets, as a moment of change on a food supply. I felt the fear of me. Sasha delivered the report, as mini could work out, calming me down.

- We will help the sapperi. I don’t think I’m not sorry to guess. Time to stand - a hole in the ground is established, and the grass is zhovtin.

- And how did you set the day for that?

- So, there will be a hump. I know, the grass behind the color grows.