In the Victory Day we remember loved ones that have passed the Great Patriotic war – at the front and in the rear. Each family has its own bitter history. The journalists of “MK” today to talk about their loved ones.
Chief editor of the newspaper “Moskovsky Komsomolets” Pavel Gusev:
“My father Gusev, Nikolai Pavlovich, born in 1920, went to the front at 21. In the Great Patriotic war he served in the Northern fleet.
his Father was involved in the fighting, was wounded. About the war and he, and we, his children, resembled a large scar on his back.
My mother Guseva (Kononenko) Alla M., born in 1922, during the great Patriotic war he worked at the Moscow defense plant, which produced ammunition, and everything necessary for the red army.”
First Deputy editor-in-chief Peter Spektor:
“My father, Spector, Marc p., born October 10, 1917. A career officer, Colonel of the guards. On the front in August 1941. Four years of war.
the Major milestones of the fighting way – the defense of Moscow, defense of Stalingrad and capture of königsberg. Awarded order of the red Star, medals “For defense of Moscow”, “For military merit”, “For defense of Stalingrad”, “For capture of Koenigsberg” and many others”.
Columnist Alexander Minkin:
My grandfather Minkin Alexander Davidovich (1898-1942) before the war lived with his family in Moscow, on the Arbat. He worked as an editor in the state publishing house. Enlisted and on 22 July 1941 he was mobilized into the Moscow regiment of the national militia of the Kiev district. In 1942, he fought on the Caucasian front. The senior Sergeant, commander of the communications platoon of the 1st separate battalion of the 256th infantry brigade. Died 5 Oct 1942 near Malgobek, buried in a mass grave.
on the first anniversary of the war, he wrote a postcard on a piece of birch bark. She came to my father, as is, without envelope. On it and now you can see all stamps. As a child I remember: she was straight, but for decades the bark edge is gradually bent.
card message:
“on June 22, 1942 Dear son! The first forest postcard I send you. Don’t stop dreaming, that they smash the fascist vermin and again to be all of us together. You Linescu Kohl and hot kisses. Your dad. Pee in the woods on his knee.”
the Reverse side of the postcard:
Round stamp: mail Field. 23642. Triangular stamp: Free. Postmark: 7.7.42. Stamp censorship: REVIEWED by military censors. recipient Address: Zelenodolsk, Zavodskaya, 16, square 2. Minkin Vite. sender: PPS No. 2076. 1st bat-called communications Platoon A. Minkin
FUNERALS
“Your husband senior Sergeant POM. com. platoon Minkin Alexander Davidovich 1898 born. in the battle for the socialist Motherland, the faithful of the military oath, demonstrating heroism and courage was under the Malgobek in the area of Mozdok 5.10.42 killed. For��aronen at the height of the Malgobek… the battalion Commander (signature). Chief of staff (signature).
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Such letters from the front in the whole world. Three museums I have relic asked. Not yet decided to give.
Other relatives also fought. After the war, in the closet in a box of chocolates lay not less than a kilogram of awards and medals. When I was sick, all went to work, and I fasten all the wealth on the pyjama jacket and got up on the windowsill (first floor), so passers-by could see this beauty.
Then everything went somewhere. I only got three orders of the red banner.
Deputy General Director of “MK” Oleg Vorobyov:
“My grandfather Vorobyev Anatoly Mikhailovich was born in 1924. He served as second Lieutenant in the 267th infantry division.
the Division was formed in autumn 1942 in Serpukhov. November – at the front. In February 1943, he participated in Voroshilovgrad operation. 8 April 1944 participated in the Crimean operation, liberated Sevastopol stormed the Sapun-mountain. Next – Lithuania. The division was fierce fighting for the elimination of Courland enemy.
the First premium sheet Vorob’eva, A. M. on the order of the red Star dated April 1944: “During the breakthrough of the heavily fortified defense of the Germans in the Crimean bridgehead comrade Vorobyov raised the personnel to attack, and broke into the trenches of the enemy with personal weapons destroyed 18 German soldiers and officers.”
In August 1944, A. M. Vorobyov presented the order “Patriotic war” II degree: “the Enemy infantry and tanks went on the offensive. Comrade Vorobiev with a call to the soldiers “not one step back” became with his company to repel the enemy. Cutting off the infantry from the tanks, Roth shot the infantry. In the ensuing melee comrade Vorobiev killed 11 officers….”
Indeed, my father told me that grandfather lost his eye in a battle with the Germans, after which he was sent to the hospital and returning through Ukraine to Moscow he met his future wife, my grandmother. And yet, after the war, loved to drive it in Lithuania, especially not telling anyone anything. I remember the quiet, grey-haired man with one eye. We look for heroes in books, movies, and the real heroes — they are among us. Our relatives who went through that terrible war. They are our heroes.
grandfather Died in 1994″.
Browser eve Markachev:
“Brothers Abramkina Semyon Kuzmich (my great grandfather) and Ilya Kuzmich went to the front in early 1942. Got into different parts, and met after the war at home (Druzhnaya district, Bryansk oblast). Ilya Kuzmich fought on the Stalingrad front, was the flamethrower. The participant of fights for Stalingrad. Wounded in the shoulder in November 1942. Awarded the medal “For courage”.
Semyon Kuzmich about the war say it is not loved. Immediately cried. Letters on the front he wrote favorite Dunyasha. He kept them until the end of days. And Dunyasha, whom he described as his “krasopetka”, lived until the end of his days. Often saying, pointing at the map “I the war went from here to here, and anywhere any more girls didn’t even look!”.
Ekaterina Deeva, chief editor of “MK”:
“I Once worked with French journalists. We went to Red square, went to the Eternal flame. The Frenchman decided to show off the wit: “It is here you have to fry sausages?”
I Wanted to punch him in the face, but he restrained himself. Just said, “you Know, when the front killed one of my grandfathers, dad and. When the second died, her mother was 11 months. In our country there is no family that the war would not touch”. He shut up. Perhaps, after all, have understood something.
Just publish a school essay of son Vanya. We named it in honor of two grandfathers.
“I want to tell about my grandparents who died during the great Patriotic war. One of them fought at the front, the second worked in the rear.
Ivan Danilovich Deev was born in 1918, graduated from high school, pedagogical College, a military school, and entered the artillery Academy. There he studied for only one year because the war began.
great-Grandfather was a professional soldier, he commanded a division of rocket launchers, otherwise known as “Katyusha”. Two and a half years of the war great-grandfather was awarded the high order of the red banner, order of Patriotic war II degree, and the king of great Britain George VI awarded it a very rare and honorable order of the British “the British Empire”.
“Premium list. Deev Ivan Danilovich, the commander of the division artillery regiment 851 287 infantry division appears to order “red banner”.
In the battle 12.7.43 year for the height, the supporting infantry regiment continuous fire division, providing the advancing infantry units on their own initiative made guns for direct fire, destroyed two lotteryusa enemy firing points.
at the same time the fire division destroyed and suppressed 5 emplacements and a mortar battery of the enemy. Provided decisive throw of infantry.
to capture the height, interacting skillfully, accompanying with fire and wheels battle formations of the infantry battalions, continuous fire division has worked on stubbornly resisting the enemy.
14 July 1943″.
Killed my great-grandfather, Ivan Danilovich Deev in 25 years, November 4, 1943 in Belarus. In Moscow he left a wife and son, who later became my grandfather.
my Other grandfather – Ivan Egorovich Korkunov – has worked in Nizhny Tagil the plant producing tanks. Armor for tanks melted in special furnaces. In such furnaces the temperature reaches thousands of degrees. From thisof the temperature of the inner part of the furnaces are rapidly destroyed.
My great-grandfather worked as the foreman of repairmen melting furnaces. To quickly fix the furnace, the great-grandfather invented the cotton quilted costumes pour cold water and put in the still hot oven. And after such overheating, had to once again pour cold water again and climb into the oven.
From constant thermal overload in April 1945, the great-grandfather of the ill bilateral pneumonia, was sick only four days and died. Funeral from the plant brought into the family portrait with the honor Board and two loaves of bread.
the family of Ivan Egorovich left six children.”
Ivan Egorovich and my grandmother Anna was from a family dispossessed and exiled. Dispossessed for what could work. And skills no one could take away from them.
Grandmother raised six of one. “Never going to work for Soviet power”, – she said. And sewed, sewed night and day to ingerowski machine dresses to those who had money, and embroidered, and so feed her family.
“My children will never sleep hungry did not lie down” – so, too, says Anna Vladimirovna. I’ve never seen her before. My grandmother died with the telegram about my birth, which put under the pillow.
Editor of literature and art, Marina Raikin:
“My grandmother, Faina V. Pronin who did not like to remember the war. And especially about how she fought. I knew she fought with the partisans in the Smolensk region, where her young daughter – my mom – found the war. They went to the family village Gorodenka, according to his grandmother, “for fresh milk for the baby.”
– get off me, angrily, like a knife, cut off grandma, when I approached her once again with the history book.
Well, Bah, we are now war pass. Me an essay to write.
– Your textbook is all wrong. Do not write the truth, what the war was dirty and the smelled.
She contemptuously referred to those who saluted their veterancy, and condemned their aspiration to obtain any benefits due to his military past. It was in the late 70s, when the USSR already taxiing the word “deficit”.
One day I said:
– Look, Gran, if a history book is all lies, as you say, but you alone know the truth, but are silent, then how can I know that your truth? Who to believe?
This argument apparently caught my martial grandma by surprise, although this situation herself and didn’t let anyone.
“I Understand,” said my BA Faina is true this is very scary. If I tell you, to go back to sleep cease. And I want to forget, you know? And you won’t be able to sleep.
And then broke it. About the Nazis, who were immediately killed in the village family if they learned that someone from the family with the partisans. Young children with parents in the head and in ear shot. And the parents have left to torment, and those went from��and. Girls were raped entire platoon, and then planted on a stake and was photographed next to.
– You want to know? she asked. – I’m their sister, whose mother left when I am in the woods to the partisans ran, under such a blow put. To think that they could do, cold sweats at night are covered.
he Told me it was like the messenger as a partisan, as there wore notes: where were the Germans, where on duty officers, how many weapons. Sometimes grandma, so it was not suspected of gathering information for cover took my mom, she was five years old. Like a young woman with a child they went to the woods mushrooms and berries to collect. Was hungry, all the products the Germans recruited local fed than necessary.
And once, when grandmother returned from the forest grabbed her. Screaming “Partisan! Partisans” and was hit on the head – do not understand the butt of a gun or machine gun. Well, in that time she was alone, without my expectant mother. As it turned out, told her son warden: buck to the Germans, that it was told.
When it had nothing (she was all the papers had to include in the squad), and direct evidence that she was with the guerrillas in connection not found. But still was taken to the commandant’s office, located in the former village school, thrown into the basement, where I sat and waited for their fate on the same suspicion as her. Whose fault against the Germans was proved, had gone to the shooting. Other humbly waited. In these three days, after sitting in the commandant’s office, survived my BA Faina, I can’t imagine.
I prayed, if only a daughter and sister and children are not touched. I hated the Nazis!!! Thought teeth would be to chew on them if…
And on the third day early in the morning the door opened. “Pronin. On the way out,” said a voice.
Granny stood up, straightened dress, said goodbye to the survivors and stepped into the unknown.
And then I a student of the Soviet school, first learned what is not mentioned in any textbook of the time. Grandmother led to the shooting – the Germans, apparently, was in a hurry to get rid of all those arrested. She was not announced, but she understood. A middle-aged German was leading her along a narrow path in the woods, but for two hundred meters and stopped near a freshly dug pit.
the Grandmother said goodbye to life, but noticed that the Germans somehow strange behaves, not confident, or something. Looked around a few times, gave her a gun and suddenly in broken Russian said quickly: “the Uterus, run,” and at that time shot in the air.
I fell, flew, thought, in the back will shoot. Did not shoot. That’s it, ‘ she said, after a pause, apparently having survived again those terrible moments. Not all Nazis were monsters. There were some good and humane.
That was then, this offered her a German, of course she didn’t know. The partisans she stayed until, until the Germans not gone from the village.
unfortunately, she has not preserved any photos of that time and partisan owner disappeared at the end of the war with other documents.
– BA, you would have restored the documents, I’d tell her. – Let’s write in the archives of the Smolensk region. Privileges will be.
I do not privilege fought his grandmother. I told you, didn’t love it to remember the war.
