The faces of WWII Heroes

Dolgich Ivan Petrovich_x000D_ _x000D_ Until 1940, he lived and studied on a collective farm, then, together with his mother and four brothers, he moved to Baku and got a job. From January 1941, he was assigned to the military enlistment office, where he studied military Affairs-weapons, tactics,and combat. On March 13, 1942, Ivan Petrovich volunteered for the red army. First of all, he was sent to the city of Ordzhonikidze in the airborne brigade, where he took the military oath and studied military Affairs for 12 – 14 hours. They were trained in parachuting, jump training, weapons training, combat tactics, and fire training. In may 1942, he was sent to the North Caucasus front, where he was enlisted as a gunner of the seventy-six millimeter field gun. From June 1942 to January 1943, he was on the defensive of the 32nd Guards red banner rifle division, the 80th Guards rifle regiment, and the seventy-six millimeter cannon division in the Kuban. On August 5, 1943, their regiment went on the offensive and conducted a deep-echeloned defense in the Kuban, liberating the Taman Peninsula and the city of Taman. Then he went along the Kerch Strait, moved to Kerch. On December 4, 1943, Ivan Petrovich was wounded in a fierce and bloody battle and transferred to the Taman Peninsula, where he underwent surgery. After the operation, he was sent to a hospital in Derbent, and then to Baku in a tank training regiment. In may, he graduated from the tank regimental school, after which he went to the second Ukrainian front, to Moldova and to the firing positions near Iasi. On August 20, 1944, at Iasi, he took part in a large – scale, well-prepared Iasi-Kishinev offensive, during which their regiment broke through the front, liberated Moldova and reached the Romanian border, liberating Sibiu, Ploiesti and Focsani. Ivan Petrovich recalls that in Romania they were greeted very cordially and warmly. Then the regiment reached Hungary, where on September 15, Ivan Petrovich was wounded for the second time – two armor-piercing shells hit the tank. After the operation, he was transferred to Luhansk, and then to Kislovodsk, where he lay from November to March. From the memoirs of Ivan Petrovich: "We're sleeping, we don't know anything... at about four in the morning... the nurse found a stick, banging on the door, it almost fell off its hinges. Open the door: - You why, you that?! – she goes: - Guys, the war is over!, - we, as I remember, were lying on the beds, all jumped on this sister, a few minutes were in this state… I can't even tell you." After the war, Ivan Petrovich was sent to Pyatigorsk in a tank training regiment to train as a driver.

Dunaev Nikolai Grigoryevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Was born in September 11, 1924 in the village Neverovo (Nevedrova) Korohodsky parish of Ivanovo-Voznesensk uyezd, Ivanovo-Voznesensky province, in a peasant family. When the boy was 11 years old, his father died, as the eldest of the children, Nikolai helped his mother raise two younger sisters and a brother. I managed to finish only 7 classes. In July 1940, he began working at a local collective farm. In August 1942, he was drafted into the Red Army by the Seredsky (now Furmanovsky) district military Commissariat and sent to study at the 1st Gorky tank school. On August 25, he was enlisted in the training regiment as a cadet of the 1st training mortar company of the 3rd separate reserve mortar battalion. Here, on September 20, he took the oath, and in October joined the Komsomol. In January 1943, after completing his studies with the rank of Junior Sergeant, he was sent to the North-Western front. The combat path began on January 10, 1943 as the commander of the 120-mm mortar calculation of the 528th rifle regiment of the 130th rifle division. His regiment at this time was fighting in Zaluska district of the Leningrad region. Soon the division was transformed into the 53rd guards for combat success. In further battles of the guards, Sergeant Dunaev continued to fight as the commander of the mortar company calculation of the 12th separate guards red banner battalion, awarded the "Excellent gunner" badge. In February 1943, the division participated in the liquidation of the Demyansk group of the enemy (awarded the order of the red banner), in March - in the old Russian operation of the North-Western front. In the area of Staraya Russa, it fought defensive battles until December 1943. In January 1944, the division is loaded into echelons and sent towards Leningrad, where it ends up on the day the blockade is lifted. The division is part of the Leningrad front. Here she led an offensive in the Pskov direction, on the "Panther line". For the difference in these battles of the guard, Sergeant Dunaev received the first military award-the medal "for bravery". From the order of the regiment commander about the award: "...for the fact that from July 12 to 14, 1944, in the battles in the area of height 99.6 near the village of Kalinkino, Pushkin district, he destroyed a German observation post with accurate mortar fire and suppressed the fire of the enemy's company mortar." From August 1944, the division fought in the 2nd and 3rd Baltic fronts. Participated in the Baltic strategic, Tartu and Riga offensive operations. For participation in the battles, the division was given the honorary name of Tartusskaya, the 159th rifle regiment (in which Dunaev fought) was awarded the order of the red banner. At the final stage of the war, parts of the division fought to eliminate the enemy's Kurland group (Latvia). For skilful command of the calculation in these battles of the guard, Sergeant Dunaev was awarded the order of Glory of the III degree. From the award list: "December 23, 1944 when breaking through the heavily fortified enemy defenses near the village of Petermuizha (Latvian SSR), his team participated in General artillery preparation, thanks to the skillful fire control, the calculation was destroyed: 3 enemy machine guns with their calculations, 1 company mortar, a direct hit in the German trench was disabled up to a platoon of German infantry, which thus ensured a breakthrough of defense and successful advance of the rifle units of the regiment." Victory day was celebrated on the outskirts of Liepaya (Latvia). After the war, he continued to serve in his division, which was re-formed into the 1st guards rifle Tartu red banner brigade and relocated to the city of Kovrov (Vladimir region). In 1946, he graduated from the evening Department of the school of party activists in the city of Kovrov. Demobilized in March 1947. I returned to my native village. His fellow villagers elected him Chairman of the collective farm. From 1957 to 1960, Dunaev studied at the Ivanovo Soviet party school, after which he entered the Correspondence Higher party school under the Central Committee of the CPSU in Gorky, from which he graduated in 1965. After the organization of the state farm "Dulyapinsky" in February 1960, he was appointed Manager of the 2nd Department. In April 1964, he was appointed Brigadier of complex brigade No. 4. In October 1964, he was elected Secretary of the party Committee of the state farm "Dulyapinsky". In 1969, he moved with his family to the village of Dulyapino. In December 1976, he was appointed acting Chairman of the Dulyapinsky village Council (approved on June 19, 1977). Will work in this position until September 1979, released due to retirement from singing on disability. Lived in the village of Dulyapino. He died on July 18, 1987. He was buried in the cemetery of posleka Dulyapino. Awarded the order of the Patriotic war I-th degree (11.03.1985), Glory III-th degree (18.01.1945), the medal "for bravery" (22.03.1944), jubilee medals.

Dvoeglazov Pavel Grigoryevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Dvoeglazov Pavel G. called to serve in the Red army in 1939 from D. Ceresi Kirenskogo district of Kirov oblast, where he was born and raised. He was sent to the far East. Part of it was guarding the military warehouses and warehouses with food. The conditions of service were appalling, the soldiers were severely starved, and all food went to the West, to the front. Pavel Grigoryevich was on the verge of death from exhaustion. To save the soldier's life, he was sent to a bread slicer, where he could finish the crumbs left over from cutting bread. But, as Pavel Grigoryevich said, his life was saved by an unknown Korean who, seeing his suffering, gave him a tincture of ginseng. This saved his life. From 1940 to April 1944. he served in the 2nd tank regiment as a radio master. All the soldiers were rushing to the West, but it was necessary to protect the Eastern borders. Dvoeglazov P. G. took part in The Japanese war of 1945, which had a truly huge not only military, but also political significance. The red Army defeated the strongest Kwantung army. Dvoeglazov P. G. was a class radio operator, he graduated from the war with the rank of Sergeant-senior radio operator. He returned home in November 1945. He was awarded the medal "for the Victory over Japan", for personal courage and bravery with the badge "25 years of victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945". From the military enlistment office, he was sent to work at a military factory in Vyatskiye Polyany, where lighting signal pistols (OPSH) of the Shpagin design were produced. Pavel Grigoryevich worked at a military factory as a shop Manager until retirement. _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ He died on August 31, 1984. He was buried in the city of Vyatskie Polyany.

Demin Nikolai Nikolaevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Demin Nikolai Nikolaevich (years of life: 1915-1972) He was born on 18.01.1915 in the village of Valuevka, Kuzovatovsky district, Simbirsk province (now Ulyanovsk region) in the family of peasants Demin Nikolai Yegorovich and Irina Ivanovna. In 1931, he started working. From January 1935 to May 1936, he served as Deputy Chairman of the Executive Committee of the Chirikovsky village Council of workers ' deputies of the Kuzovatovsky district. From November 1936, he was called up for military service, which he served as an assistant platoon commander. After returning from the red Army in November 1938, he was elected Chairman of the Mayak Revolyutsii collective farm, and then of the Red Army collective farm. Since 1939, he was a member of the CPSU. From September 1941 to April 1942, he participated in the battles with the Nazi invaders, as a platoon commander of the 154th regiment in / h 2498. Awarded the rank of Lieutenant. During the fierce fighting, he was wounded in the right leg and was unconscious for a long time. The grandfather survived due to the fact that he was sheltered by local residents in the cellar of the house. Then he lay in the hospital for a long time, rejected the doctors ' offer to amputate his leg. After long-term treatment and thanks to his perseverance, as a result of rehabilitation, he went on the mend. But according to the results of the medical Commission on 09.12.1942, he was discharged from the active army for health reasons. After returning from the front, in the most difficult conditions of the war and post-war period, he headed collective farms in Ignatovsky and then in the Mainsky districts of the Ulyanovsk region. In November 1958, he was elected Chairman of the Frunze collective farm, which was one of the largest in the region. He managed this advanced collective farm for more than 13 years. For services to the state, he was awarded the order of the Badge of honor and the order of the October revolution, three medals, including "for victory over Germany"and" for valiant labor during the great Patriotic war". Demin Nikolai Nikolaevich together with his wife Demina (before marriage Gorbunova) Alexandra Sergeevna adequately raised four children. My grandfather died after a long illness on 03.10.1972.»

Druzhkov Viktor Porfiryevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Viktor Porfiryevich Druzhkov, was born in 1925, was taken to the front from the 10th grade. He was sent to the courses of radio operators, who were located in Sverdlovsk in the Novodevichy monastery. 9 months of training, then a team of signalmen, radio operators, and aircraft scouts. Sent to Moscow on art. Pavshino. Here was the formation of units going to the front. Viktor falls into the 73rd anti-aircraft artillery division, sent to Mozhaisk for training. Training shooting took place on the Borodino field. So, the events of the 2nd century intersected in this fateful place for our country. Loading into the train and ... goodbye, youth! There's a terrible unknown ahead, and the kid is only 18 years old. On the way, they were bombed, but survived. The anti-aircraft artillery division where Viktor served was in the reserve of the main command headed by G. K. Zhukov. The division was moved from one front to another during breakthroughs. That's why we had to fight on the Leningrad, Belorussian and Baltic fronts. Victor recalls such an incident. The signalmen had the following work schedule: 2 hours - communication, 2 hours-banner protection and 2 hours - rest. Three radio operators were replacing each other. Victor was standing at the banner. Heavy shelling began, the fire was approaching the house. Thought: "If the house catches fire, I'll hide in the oven with the banner, suffocate in the smoke-the banner will still be preserved." The banner had to be saved at all costs. The banner of the unit was lost - the unit was disbanded. If the banner was preserved, some, even with huge losses, remained alive and replenished with a new composition of fighters. Fortunately, the shelling stopped, and the soldiers who arrived put out the fire. Once intelligence gave incorrect data about the enemy's location; the enemy was not expected, but he was close. But they did not know about this and calmly began to build a bridge over the anti-tank ditch-6 meters wide, 3 meters deep. The Germans started firing. Under continuous fire, Victor took out his radio, got in touch and reported the danger. With difficulty, I removed the antenna under fire. (A 25 kg walkie-talkie, a submachine gun, ammunition, and other equipment - this is the radio operator's Arsenal). Fortune smiled, miraculously survived. Received the medal of military merit for this warning. A medal given to a 19-year-old is worth a lot. Later, the battle medal "for bravery" was received for participating in the battle of the Vlasov encirclement. And now this long-awaited day has come close. On the air from 8 to 9 may, he heard a message about the end of the war, 3 times passed the act of surrender of Germany. Victor is awarded the medal "for the victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945". the War is over, but not for all soldiers. The military service of the soldier Viktor Druzhkov continued for another 5 years in the far East. There was a war with the Japanese. The unit where Victor served, fought in Manchuria, reached almost to Harbin. Our tanks passed through the mountains, and the famous Kwantung army of 1.5 million people was paralyzed. Japan capitulated. The victory over Japan medal is a new award. Then there was Vladivostok. Service, even in peacetime, was not easy. It was 1950. At this time, a decree was issued on the demobilization of soldiers born in 1925. Almost 8 years have passed since Druzhkov put on a military uniform. Now he could take off his greatcoat and go home with the clear conscience of a man who had done his duty. After demobilization, he studied in Cheboksary as a chief accountant, received a diploma with honors. He worked as an accountant on a collective farm. It was then that I met my love - Lilia Dmitrievna. Later he was awarded two medals "for Bravery".

Doschinskaya Olga Petrovna_x000D_ _x000D_ The subject of my essay was not chosen by chance. Since childhood, I have heard many unique stories from my great-grandmother about distant and near relatives during the great Patriotic war. The family archive has preserved many documents and diary entries, orders and medals of my relatives. Last year, unfortunately, I lost my great-grandmother Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya, who was a witness of those times. I set a goal – to collect everything together, to systematize the material, to show the contribution of my ancestors to the defeat of fascism. Before me, my mother Nadezhda Chernyshova did this. I decided to continue my research on the genealogy of the Doschinsky, Serpukhov, and Chernyshov families. When writing the work, I visited the Krasnodar military enlistment office, where I was given the characteristics and certificates of veterans of the great Patriotic war Nadezhda Petrovna and Sergey Pavlovich Serpukhov. I had to work with the diary entries of my great-great-grandmother Nadezhda Petrovna Serpukhova. Three years ago, when I visited my great-grandmother Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya in Krasnodar when she was still alive, I recorded her memories of the life of relatives during the great Patriotic war. The work was quite long and painstaking. However, I believe that I did everything possible to restore the overall picture. I think that my research will help my descendants to re-comprehend the tragedy of the events of the 1940s, to study. There are fewer and fewer participants in the great Patriotic war-direct and direct creators of Victory, who bore on their shoulders the incredibly heavy burden of that harsh time: wounds and age take their toll. However, over time, people's interest in events more than seventy years ago does not weaken, but, on the contrary, increases. The military past appears as a time of great endurance and unparalleled heroism. The great cannot be forgotten. Time will never erase the great Patriotic war from the memory of generations. The years 1941-1945 were included in the biography of the Soviet people as heroic years, full of events of world-historical significance. They were a severe test of people's viability. For four years, gigantic battles continued on the Soviet-German front – the main front of the battle against fascism. It was here that the destinies and independence of the peoples of the earth and the future of all mankind were at stake. The Victory in the great Patriotic war was won at the cost of 20 million lives of Soviet people and the incredible effort of the physical and spiritual forces of the people of our country. The terrible and heroic years of the great Patriotic war are moving further into the past. But the memory of those who blocked the path of fascism and, having crushed its chosen hordes, defended their Fatherland and saved world civilization, will live forever in our grateful hearts of all progressive humanity. * * * My great-great-grandmother, Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya, born in 1926, lived in the city of Krasnodar. In 2019, at the age of 93, she died of natural causes. "When the war started," says great – great-grandmother Olya, " I was 15, my sister Nadia was 18, and Feodora was 19. Everyone submitted a voluntary application to the military enlistment office with a request to be sent to the front, but they did not take me and Nadia, because we were very small and thin. We lived in an orphanage that was destroyed, and my sister Nadia and I scattered to the huts of the population. I, Nadia and Fenya got to Baba Ganna, she still had four children, and her husband went to the front. The Germans entered, drove everyone out of their huts and houses, and began to select young girls and women to be taken to Germany to work. So, my older sister Feodora was sent to a concentration camp in the first weeks of the war and was a prisoner of war until 1945. In 1945, it was liberated by the Soviet Army. Nadya and I lived with Baba Ganna, who was often visited by partisans. All the children were sitting on a huge Russian stove, hiding from the Germans, and eating very sparsely, since all the pigs and chickens were taken by the Germans. One day an old teacher came and suggested that one of the children run to the forest to join the partisans in the Batki detachment. Nadezhda was the oldest and weakest, but she volunteered to go to the forest. It was winter, Nadia went to the forest and was able to find the signs of the squad, completed the task. I came home with a young partisan Sergey Serpukhov. All my youth, my sister and Sergey were scouts in a partisan detachment. Before the arrival of the Soviet Army in the village of Bronniki, where I lived, I occasionally helped my sister, but mostly on the farm Baba Ganna. We baked bread for the partisans and provided them with vegetables and fruits. And when our Soviet Army came, I went to work as a hospital nurse. With medical units I reached Berlin, I have orders and medals, many of them I took out from the battlefield, one of them, Ivan, I married. Now I live in the city of Krasnodar, still alive, but very ill, had seven operations. My sisters and their husbands are already dead. The military enlistment office gave them free marble monuments. How hard it was to live, scary and difficult! There are a lot of sick and injured people, there are not enough bandages, and there are almost no medicines. We operated in field tents under lamps, starved. The wounded were given at least some soup, and themselves – what remains. I still get goosebumps when I remember the terrible lacerations, inhuman torments and moans. Beautiful young men were dying; they didn't have time to bury them, and you would lock your teeth and bind up a handsome man who no longer had arms or legs, and his face was paralyzed. When I remember-everything is before my eyes, as it was yesterday. I still can't move away from this horror. Listen to this, great-grandchild. It's a shame that now, instead of a real story, young people are interested in detectives, mocking the Holy places. And we lived like this. As I said, the Soviet Army liberated our village of Broniki. I went to the hospital to help the sick. I was entrusted first to wash the floors, wash the bandages. Then I got used to it – reluctantly, I could hide my pain from the wounded, I stopped fainting at the sight of lacerations, huge pools of blood, and I was entrusted to do bandages, duty. Here I am on duty, I hear the moans of patients, and one-a very quiet and rare moan. I went to the patient-a young Lieutenant is lying, wincing from pain and does not look me in the eye, all burning – high temperature. I ran to find the doctor, to do this, we need to go around all the tents. Our doctor Nikitina Allochka could do everything, because she was an assistant to the famous doctor who was killed, Pavel Ivanovich Kolesnikov. He performed operations in a field tent, bullets whizzing around, and Pavel Ivanovich won't even blink an eye. Just look at us, and the horror takes, was not afraid of anything and kept discipline in strictness. A few days ago, a bomb fell directly into the tent with the red cross. Everyone died. Allochka and the other nurses and I were in other tents. With great difficulty, the remains of our dear Pavel Ivanovich's body were pieced together and buried with honor. All the wounded and seriously ill people were crying their eyes out. He saved all their lives, and he died as a hero. After that, our now-surgeon, Alla, began to perform operations. She was 30 years old, and we were 13-16 years old. We stayed there for about a month. Then they sent Nikolai Mefodyevich bulb to the place of the doctor. This doctor was almost like Pavel Ivanovich in everything-gray-haired, strict, did not spare himself, was always near patients, performed operations. So, I found Allochka, we quickly brought down the Lieutenant's temperature, made bandages and calmed down as best we could. Meanwhile, the fighting continued, the German retreated, and we followed our troops closely. I had to pull a lot of fighters out of the battlefield: I drag them like a bag, the man almost does not move, but says: "Leave me, little sister! You won't make it!" And I'm 1 meter 52 centimeters tall, small, skinny, I drag and cry, sit down, cry a lot, and again I drag on myself and drag. And there, near the hospital, they will notice me and help me, give me back and go back to the field for the wounded. So, I dragged a huge red-haired guy, gave it to him, and ran away. And the next day I sweep the floor, I hear a moan and a call: "Sister!", I quickly ran, I look-lies all in blood, the head is wounded, all bandages are stained with blood, and smiling says: "You are my fairy Savior!" So, it remained in my memory. Many people considered me their Savior, thanked me, offered my hand and heart, but this red-haired Ivan got into my heart. Already near Berlin, a red-haired soldier is being brought in, almost a corpse, and I immediately recognized him as the red-haired Ivan. Fate has brought us together again. Barely left him, and he went back to the front. We have already equipped a hospital and were not located in tents, but all in schools and in homes. But there was still a shortage of bandages, medicines, and food. Operations were performed live: in the teeth of a sick piece of wood, so as not to break the teeth from the pain. Tears choked, but it was forbidden to cry. We smiled and sang songs in the evenings. I was already an experienced, real nurse. I remember that on New year's eve they built a Christmas tree from an ordinary tree, decorated it with cotton wool, syringes, and patients made various toys from medical supplies. We even organized an evening of Amateur performances, which was attended by doctors, nurses, nurses, and patients. It was a lot of fun. As a gift to the sick, we sang songs and danced to the sound of spoons. The patients ' eyes shone and smiles appeared on their haggard faces. It was beautiful. But the fighting continued, explosions and gunfire were heard, and the German retreated reluctantly. Nurses and nurses washed bandages, rolled them up, and also washed the bed and clothes. Everyone got it, but we were healthy, young and very much believed in a happy future, in the victory of the Soviet people over fascism. And this faith helped us survive the war. As I remember now, there is a battle going on, the ground is "torn apart" from the explosions of bombs and shells. We, young girls who are not engaged in operations, crawled and climbed on this moaning, blood-soaked, with the roots of trees and bushes turned out, and searched, picked up, dragged on ourselves the crippled, already insensible fighters. A soldier lies with his eyes closed and moans, I tell him: "Kasatik, let's go! Get up, help me carry you!", and he can't hear or see anything from the concussion, his leg is broken. What to do? No time to think, I dragged him closer to the hospital. We fall, get up again, and he tries to help me with one of his legs and cries, saying: "I'm almost a corpse, leave me, maybe you can save someone else..." I cry and drag, there are a hundred meters left, now they have already seen me, helped me. And again, I'm on the front line, on the battlefield, for the next patient. And so, every day. A beautiful young soldier is lying there, holding his torn stomach with his hands, all the intestines are lying outside, but he is still alive. Reluctantly, I shoved the spilled entrails in, then carefully tied up his shirt so that I could pull him out alive. I hear the whoosh of bullets, I Crouch down, I already knew which bullet was flying past, and which was mine. But fate saved me from death. During the three years of the war, I was wounded seven times by shrapnel from a bullet or grenade. I had a lot of operations, as I earned by carrying the wounded, herniated spine and abdominal cavity. Already in Berlin, a fragment hit the spine. I thought I wouldn't go. The fragment was successfully removed, and I started walking again and helping my sisters. I look, my red-haired Ivan is lying-again all in bandages. We immediately recognized each other, met as family, and decided not to part again until the day we died. So, I got married. We lived in love and harmony for ten years. Then he died of his wounds, which never stopped whining. And I was left alone with my sores and memories.

Dubrov Gavriil Nikolaevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Gavriil Nikolaevich Dubrov in 1942, having received a certificate of secondary education, was called up by the Apanasenkovsky RVC in the Red Army and sent to the training regiment of Junior commanders. After taking the oath of office, with the rank of senior Sergeant, squad leader, as part of a marching company, he was sent to the 876th artillery regiment. He went through the battle path from the great Russian river Volga to Berlin. Gavriil Nikolaevich said that the battles at the front were difficult and bloody, but for him they were the most brutal on the Kursk bulge in July 1943 and the Berlin operation in April 1945. - On the Kursk bulge there was a deadly battle from sunrise to dark. Guns and mortars thundered. Everything was shaking from the roar of tanks and exploding shells and mines. There were hundreds of planes in the air, and everything was on fire. After heavy artillery and air training, field communications were disrupted, and it was necessary to restore it in hell, losing signalmen in open areas, under the bullets of enemy machine guns and mortars. On July 12, 1943, we launched a counteroffensive and liberated the city of Orel on August 5. Then there were bloody battles during the crossing of the Dnepr, the liberation of Kalinovichi, Bobruisk, Kovel, Lublin, the crossing of the bug river, the Vistula, the liberation of Warsaw and the storming of Berlin. In defeated Berlin, Gavriil Dubrov and his military friends signed on the walls of the Reichstag: "Stavropol residents, the victory is ours". Gavriil Nikolaevich Dubrovu had the honor to participate in the first post-war Victory Parade in Berlin in June 1945 in the area of the Reichstag and the Brandenburg gate. The parade was hosted by Marshal of the Soviet Union G. K. Zhukov, commander-in-Chief of the group of Soviet troops in Germany. Gavriil Dubov is also a participant in the Victory Parade in Moscow on red square in honor of the 55th anniversary of the great Victory over Germany.

Deryabin Alexei Yakovlevich_x000D_ _x000D_ Alexei Yakovlevich Deryabin was born in 1925 in the village of Nikitovka of the Krasnoarmeysky rural settlement of the Oryol region. He was the sixth and youngest child in the family. At the beginning of the war, he was not yet 16 years old. He lived with an elderly mother. In October, they were under occupation. It was a cruel time, people suffered a lot, especially from German soldiers. In February 1943, Alexei, along with his mother and fellow villagers, was forcibly taken by the Germans to Belarus (Minsk region, Rudynensky district, village of Dudichi), where they were kept in a camp. Because of the inhumane conditions, unwillingness to work for the Nazis, he escaped from the camp and after a while found a connection with the partisans. On January 15, 1944, he was officially accepted as an ordinary partisan in the M.M. Gromov detachment of the Burevestnik brigade of the Minsk region. He spoke sparingly about how they went on missions to blow up enemy warehouses, how they hid from brutal raids, sat for days in the swamp slush, how he dragged a wounded commander, about the loyalty and mutual assistance of their comrades. During the liberation of Belarus by regular troops, the partisans actively helped to destroy the enemy. In July, Alexei Yakovlevich was wounded and sent to the rear for treatment. Later, he was awarded the USSR medal as a partisan and member of the underground, most distinguished in the fight against the Nazi invaders during the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945. From September 1944, he fought on the second Belorussian front as part of the 1903 artillery regiment, first as a cadet and then as a gun commander. Ended the war in Vienna. Has awards: "For the capture of Vienna"; "for the victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945" and many commemorative medals. At the end of the war, he served in Western Ukraine and was discharged in March 1948. After the war, Alexei Yakovlevich returned to his Homeland and lived there until his death. He had four children, worked as a machine operator, and mastered all types of equipment. As an advanced combine harvester, he was sent to harvest crops in the Altai territory. For good work, he was awarded the medal "for valiant labor".

Didenko Kuzma Yegorovich_x000D_ _x000D_ My grandfather is Didenko Kuzma Yegorovich (14.11.1912 - 27.12.1977). He was lucky: he went through the whole war and RETURNED! home to his wife Praskovia Kononova (maden name is Dudnik) and their seven children (Alexander, Valentin, Mitrofan, Nicholai, Zinaida, Ekaterina, Lubov). Part of the documents of those war years that were transferred by me to the archive of the Burlinsky Museum of local lore has been preserved. When my grandmother was alive, we often spent evenings looking at the contents of an old, worn folder - three Certificates, one can be read - for participating in the heroic defense of Leningrad - awarded a medal (I remember from my grandmother's stories that I was a driver and delivered food across the lake to besieged Leningrad), for participating in the breakthrough of the defense on the Karelian isthmus, for breaking the German defense on the Oder river and entering the city of Berlin (I left my signature on the Reistag), for breaking the German defense on the Vistula river and taking the city Warsaw, combat characteristics. This is all that has been preserved. In the combat characteristics in the last name made an error Dedenko, corrected manually. Awarded medals "for the defense of Leningrad", "for Warsaw", "for Berlin", "for Victory". When my grandfather died, I was just over a year old and I don't remember him. What a pity that I don't know a lot about his life and probably never will. But my cousin Marina Tyutyunnikova (Zinaida's daughter) remembers him. Here are her memories: "my grandparents didn't have a TV, but they had a radio and my grandfather liked to listen to it. In the evenings, fiction was often read on the radio. His most favorite work was M. Sholokhov's short story "the Fate of man". It was transmitted frequently. Sometimes my grandfather would ask me to read it to him. I listened with bated breath. And he also loved the song "Enemies burned down their native hut". Maybe it was because the song mentioned the name of Praskovya (that was our grandmother's name), or maybe it was reminiscent of the terrible time when he was at war and all the horror of the first post-war years. You'll never forget that."

Danilchenko Victor Ivanovich_x000D_ Danilchenko Viktor Ivanovich (1922 -1944), in 1944 - Guards Lieutenant, commander of a machine gun platoon of the 319th Guards Rifle Regiment of the 128th Guards Mountain Rifle Division of Independent Coastal Army. Hero of the Soviet Union (1945, posthumously).

Emirsaliev Yagya My great-grandfather Emirsaliev Yagya was born in 1912 in the village Tuben in Colayski district of Crimean region (now p. G. T. Azov Dzhankoyski district of the Crimea). On July 7, 1941, my great-grandfather volunteered for the front from the city of Jankoy. After that, he was enlisted as an artilleryman in a rifle division under the command of commander-General K. K. Rokossovsky. He spent the entire war as an ordinary soldier. The division in which my great-grandfather fought, liberated Stalingrad, participated in the battle of Kursk. During the liberation operation in Poland, in April 1944, my great-grandfather was injured in an explosion and was shell-shocked. He was on long-term treatment in the hospital. After the hospital, my great-grandfather was discharged from the army for health reasons, and he began the long journey home to the Crimea. But he did not find his family there. I learned only that on May 18, 1944, on the basis of decisions of state bodies, among people of different nationalities, his family was also evicted from the village of Tyuben in the Kolay district of the Crimean region. Great-grandfather went in search of his family. Brave and strong in spirit, he never lost hope of finding them. He managed to find his family in Uzbekistan in 1947. According to my grandmother, at this time my great-grandmother was working in the field, and my six-year-old grandmother was playing in the yard. A man approached the courtyard, called out to the girl who was playing, and recognized her as his daughter. There were hugs and tears of joy from the meeting of father and daughter. The father was standing in a soldier's greatcoat on two crutches, which greatly shocked the girl. She did not immediately recognize him as her father, because when he left for the front in 1941, she was about two years old. Soon the great-grandmother came up, and their meeting was very touching. In Uzbekistan, my great-grandfather was able to get a job in a factory, where he was awarded the "Veteran of labor" medal and the "Drummer of labor"badge for conscientious work. Great-grandfather, despite all the trials that fell on his fate, was a kind, sympathetic person. He never offended anyone, treated everyone with respect, and took tender care of his children and grandchildren. When asked about the war, he said little and surreptitiously wiped away his tears. I couldn't forget how hard it was to bury my comrades, and I was glad that all the hell of the war was over. It wasn't easy for my great-grandmother either. On October 31, 1941, the city of Dzhankoy was occupied by the Germans, and she had to hide with a one-year-old child in her arms. Fascists came to villages and villages and shot those families in which fathers, sons, husbands fought in the red army. Emirsaliev Yagya was awarded the medals "for bravery", "for the Victory over Germany", "for military merit", "for the capture of Warsaw", "for the liberation of Warsaw"and the order of the "Patriotic war". My great-grandfather died in October 1992 in Uzbekistan. All these years, our family loves, remembers and honors its hero. This love is passed down from generation to generation, I believe and know that this will always be the case in our family! Eternal bright memory of the fallen heroes!

Epov Guriy Nikolaevich Epov Gury Nikolaevich was born on 24.12.1912 in the village of Dyrbylkey, Borzinsky district, Chita region in the family of a military doctor Nikolai Anempodistovich. Arina, the mother, died when he was a baby, Nicholay Anempodistovich died in the civil war. Guriy and his sister Elena were raised by their grandfather. According to the memories of Guriy Nikolaevich, my grandfather started working early in the morning. Elena and Guriy worked themselves from the age of 3-4, grazing poultry. After work, adults gathered for evenings where they sang, danced, talked, and children played nearby or listened to stories from one of the adults. When Guriy was 5 years old, the Anempodist was dekulakized, arrested, and sent to Kazakhstan. They passed through the far East, where an Anempodist died on the way. Elena and Guriy ended up in an orphanage, where Guriy graduated from primary school. Then he was trained at the Borzinsky district school and qualified as a veterinary paramedic. In 1941, at the age of 29, he was drafted into the army. He served in the Siberian division, which was nicknamed "Wild" for its courage, desperation, and inflexibility. Guriy Nikolaevich later recalled the Volkhov front: "I will not forget November 18-19, 1941, until the end of my life. Our 5th company was thrown into the exploration right under the accurate fire of the Germans. And we were going to certain death, because we knew that if we distracted the Germans here, they would not have the strength to reach Leningrad! Almost all of our company was killed in those swamps, and I myself came to in the field infirmary with a serious wound." After numerous shrapnel wounds from an air RAID, Guriy Nikolaevich fought for life in hospitals for about a year, then was discharged as unfit for duty. Gury Nikolaevich Epov worked in the rear. He married Tatyana Konstantinovna Panova, with whom he raised 9 children. After working at the Daursky state farm for many years, he received the title of labor veteran. Guriy Nikolaevich was a sympathetic, competent specialist. To this day, the older generation remembers with gratitude how he saved livestock, regardless of the time of day and even when he was already retired. Guriy Nikolaevich actively participated in the life of the village. He was often invited to meetings with young soldiers and children, where with his memories he tried to lay the history of his Fatherland in the memory of young people. Guriy Nikolaevich led the search for fellow soldiers and relatives of fellow soldiers who died at Tikhvin. Being a sociable person, he sought to unite people. He found relatives through Newspapers and corresponded with a huge number of people. He wrote articles in Newspapers on exciting topics. The Epov family had a large subsidiary farm. In the courtyard there was a sauna, a gazebo, sheds built with their own hands, a well-groomed vegetable garden. Guriy Nikolaevich at work did not forget to deal with the upbringing of children. He considered it important that children know their roots and remember their ancestors. His children, and then his grandchildren, listened to his stories with great interest. Shortly before his death, Guriy Nikolaevich told his eldest son about his childhood, showed the place where he grew up. Now only the Foundation remains of the house. On January 30, 1992, this sensitive and worldly wise man died. But it remained in the memory and hearts of many people.

Evenchik Alexander Rank: Senior Lieutenant of the army: Land forces, air force (except naval aviation), coastal service, NKVD troops, border guards Alexander Evenchik died at the front at the very end of the Patriotic war-January 30, 1945. Sasha had a reservation, and after receiving his diploma, he could go on assignment to a military factory and work for the benefit of the Motherland in the rear. But a high sense of duty led him as a volunteer in the active army. And the second time after the end of the Higher, officer courses "Shot" in response to the offer to stay on the courses as a teacher refused to get to the front. In heavy fighting during the crossing of the Neman, he was almost mortally wounded and sent to a hospital for treatment. Awarded The Order Of Lenin. Instead of finishing treatment, a report on returning to your unit. The doctors didn't insist. In the last letter, he wrote that a fight was coming. In the previous battle, two friends of the company commanders were killed, and they "were going to meet at our Solyanka at six o'clock in the evening after the war." The battle was at the fortress of thorn Poland, Sasha led his platoon in the attack, with a cry for the MOTHERLAND for STALIN. And fell to the death of the brave, as they wrote to me in the funeral. They also wrote that the command had presented Sasha for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Either it didn't get through, or they wrote it for comfort. 72 years have passed since then. Now the grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the great Patriotic war soldiers March with portraits of their ancestors. Sasha has no descendants. Maybe it will sound too high-flown, but I can't help but say these words when I think of him: pure, sincere, loyal to friends, family, ideas, active. At school-Shurka Evenchik-activist, social activist, excellent organizer, member of the school Committee, pioneer, then Komsomol member. At the Institute - Sasha Evenchik Member of the Komsomol Committee. Participant of mountaineering trips, various sports competitions, singing - (had absolute hearing). At home-Mother's favourite Sanya. Yes, and how not to love this, affectionate, cheerful bell, with a great appetite ("my mother cooks best" is from his memories during our short family life). A great friend - I know from his stories: Tolya Kirillov, Zorya Kasitsky, twins Shura and Genia. Absolute selflessness-helped me when I wasn't his girlfriend yet. I gave my only adult costume to an institute friend when I was on my way to a military unit. A person is a holiday man, without negativity.

Elimbayev Michail Fedorovich Rank: Lieutenant military Branch of military: Artillery Division: 27th rifle Gdynia red banner division" My soul will live as long as I am remembered...", - Mikhail Fedorovich Elembayev. Born Michael F. Alimbaev in November of 1912 in the village of Kandas-Whitey Novotor district. He was two years old when his father died in the first imperialist war. Mikhail Fedorovich had a difficult life. All the transformations took place before his eyes and with his direct participation. He graduated from the Yoshkar-Ola teachers ' Institute and taught mathematics. He witnessed the collectivization of agriculture, was on the front line of the great Patriotic war, and participated in the post-war restoration of the national economy. He returned from the war with the order of the Patriotic war II degree, the order of the Red star and medals. In peacetime, labor and anniversary awards were added to the combat awards. At the age of 70, he began to keep brief records of the main milestones of his difficult life. In them, he tells about his mother and the years of study, youth, work in schools in Novotoryalsky district, the elimination of illiteracy among the population and, of course, the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945. Fragments of memories ... to the North, to the army. I was drafted into the army at the end of 1940. He served on the farthest-North-Western border of our homeland on the Kola Peninsula, where the long polar night was replaced by the polar day. I first saw the edge of the sun on February 28, 1941. And in June, it was a full polar day. The sun was no longer sinking below the horizon at all. Our generation had a very strong Patriotic spirit. We loved our Homeland and were proud of improving the life of our people. Both in the ranks and in their spare time, they sang a lot of drill songs. And it sounded in the far side: If tomorrow is a war, if tomorrow is a campaign, If the dark force descends… As one person, the entire Soviet people will stand up for the Motherland. On alert. On June 22, our platoon with two machine guns was taken to the border to reinforce the 6th border post. Even though we were trained in combat skills, we weren't really prepared to face our enemies properly. Many even never fired live ammunition, did not know how to load and throw live grenades. I, too, have never fired my Maxim at a target before. A week later, a thick fog descended on the coast of the Barents sea. The Germans took advantage of this and surrounded us on three sides. And the fourth Patsanski Bay. For three days and three nights we fought, trying to get out of the encirclement. We lost a lot of fighters. The order came: "submerge the machine Guns and ammunition and swim out of the encirclement."We descended from the rocky shore and just managed to sink the machine guns, as the Germans opened heavy fire on us. We fired back for a while. And when the tide came in, when they were up to their necks in water, there was only one way out - to swim to the middle of the Bay, so that enemy bullets would not reach them. Canvas boots and a roll coat pulled down. I rolled onto my back and kicked them off. It was hard to swim. I rested in the water, lying on my back, and swam on. And so, for more than two kilometers, until it reached the coast of the Sredny Peninsula. Our Small Earth. From 33 soldiers of our platoon, only seven were left alive. In the unit, we were considered missing and my mother was sent a notification about it. On the other Bank we met other members of our thinned battalion. I was given a machine gun again. Our unit held the defense on the Sredny and Rybachy peninsulas. The Germans then tried to block the Northern fleet and the 14th Army from the Mainland, to occupy Murmansk. We prevented them from achieving this goal. Everyone knows about Malaya Zemlya on the black sea coast of Novorossiysk. And here was our Northern Small land, we defended it stoutly. We kept in touch with the outside world. We managed to defend Arkhangelsk and the approaches to Murmansk. Either a bullet in front or a bullet in the back! On the ridge of Musta-Tunturi, which separated the Kola and Sredny peninsulas, in August 41, the fascists dominated, constantly firing at us. And our command decided to take this height. All week there were fights for the hill. Once I was called to the headquarters and ordered to take seven soldiers with me, creep up under the ridge unnoticed and support the planned assault on the hill. Ten more fighters were waiting for us there. After consulting, we decided to go into a bayonet attack. But the Germans saw through our plan and drove us off the cliff with heavy fire. The second attack was also unsuccessful. I was called to the phone, the order was harsh: "Take the hill! Either a bullet in front or a bullet in the back!» No exit. We collected as many grenades as possible, took them from the dead soldiers, put them in their pockets, gas masks and grenade bags. Two light machine guns were placed on the flanks. They launched a grenade and machine-gun attack. We took the hill! We took a break, ate, and rested. But the Germans came to their senses and started firing at us again. Get a grenade, fascist… A German grenade hissed and spun around me. Out of fear, I grabbed it and threw it away. It exploded in the air. This moment was a turning point for me: I started throwing German grenades. For a while I ran, playing with death like a snowball. And when I looked around, there was no one in front or behind us. I noticed two pairs of boots behind a block of rock. Who, I think, managed to come running before me? I jumped up to them-and right into the mess of blood. Here lay our dead soldiers. I was immediately followed by a burst of machine-gun fire. Well, I guess I'm finished, too. I still had three grenades left. But how do you know where the enemy machine gunner is shooting from? Without getting up, he placed one corpse on top of the other and pushed it forward. The German noticed, gave a turn. The bullets ricochet off to the side. It became clear that the machine gunner was hiding in 18-20 meters behind a large stone. There I threw two grenades one after the other...a few seconds later our people started a mortar attack. Suddenly I felt as if I had been hit with a heavy crowbar – a large fragment of a mine hit my pelvic bone. While I was still conscious, I crawled behind a block of rock. I don't remember anything further…This happened on August 20, 1941. And two days later, in a thick fog, I was found by a medical instructor and, shifting to a raincoat tent, dragged under the hill. From there, they were transported on a stretcher to the regimental medical unit on the Rybachy Peninsula. Then there was the convalescent battalion. And again, in front! The music didn't last long. Testingthe direction. Here we were given fur coats, felt boots and warm underwear. After changing clothes right in the snow, we went to the combat guard. Our firing point was in a swamp. It was in three rolls and masked by the ground. It was very low, you couldn't even sit down. An embrasure was made for the machine gun. Machine-gun fire knocked down the trees in front, made a blockage and mined. We didn't have to wait long: the Germans went on a psychic attack – in full-length formation and with music and songs. At the beginning of the war, they often resorted to such intimidating actions. After taking a comfortable position, we have opened a dagger-flanking fire. More than 70 German soldiers were killed in this battle. Only then did the Germans stop their psychic attacks.There were successes in other battles, and they defended well in other areas. For the victories in these battles, our division was awarded the guards rank. Now I am a warrior guardsman. In the sights of Finnish snipers After the hospital, because of the second wound, I was sent to a Lieutenant's course. Then - the Karelian front, the REBOL direction. Appointed commander of a mortar platoon. Here we had to fight against the Finns.This front stretches from lake Ladoga to the White sea. In the summer, swamps and lakes created great difficulties, and in the winter, Finnish soldiers, standing on skis, flew at our rear garrisons. They were very good skiers, and they were excellent shooters. In the Finnish forests, we had to act as partisans: we blew up bridges, enemy warehouses, etc. The enemy was strong, efficient. Their air force was particularly dangerous. Northern Malaya Zemlya suffered many hardships and losses, being left without support from the Mainland. We had to starve, there was not enough ammunition, medicines...In spite of everything, the Soviet soldiers fought heroically for the Motherland, for the victory. But it was necessary to pass all five fatal years before it. Thank you, mother, I was never afraid of Death. I always kept the last bullet for myself. He returned home with the order of the Patriotic war II degree and the red star. My mother accompanied her three sons to the war, giving them a hunk of bread, which she asked them not to part with under any difficulties. It must have been her charm. Then I found out thatevery day she went out into the open field and prayed to God for us. Thank you, mother. All three returned from the war. However, the older brother Grigory is without an arm and I am with two wounds… ... Memories of the war Mikhail Fedorovich ended with the message that a year after the war, he and Marusya – Maria Fedorovna created a family. This was the beginning of a new, family, peaceful life...

Erdyneeva Maria Togmitovna Rank: Corporal. Branch of military: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Maria was born in the village of Tonitown Ukyr-Chelon of the Dzhidinsky district. When the Great Patriotic War began, she was barely 19 years old. When a call went through the country to mobilize young girls to become nurses, radio operators and drivers, she immediately responded to this call and decided to go to the front. However, I didn't dare tell my mother about my decision. She said that she was going to the remzavod in our Republic. In Irkutsk, Maria Tomilova got into school, dressed in military uniform. But the cadets who were not fully trained were transferred to Oka. Here I had to finish my studies and get a driver's license. Of the 300 girls allowed to pass the exams, 56 people received their rights at that time, including Maria. After that, they were sent to the city by Baranovichi. Here she and 8 other girls were assigned to the airfield service battalion (BAO) of the 254th guards’ unit. Their duties included servicing aircraft for refueling with fuel and ammunition. They usually worked at night, carried their dangerous cargo, bombs, in cars of the American brand "fordzon", stopped in the morning and went to rest. They lived in dugouts there, at the airfield. From memories of Maria Togmitovna’s grandmother: "I remember very much when the war ended and the news of the Victory came. My partner Kate Lusanina was on duty in the kitchen making lunch, and we rested. The commander of the political unit, comrade, arrived. Timoshenko, we were alerted, we quickly formed up and we were announced the surrender of Germany. What started here! Everyone started hugging, crying with happiness that they lived to Win. Then the accordion appeared, and everyone began to sing and dance that they forgot about the upcoming dinner. I will never forget these joyful moments." War Maria Tomilova graduated from the rank of corporal. She was awarded the order of the Patriotic war and many commemorative medals, medals "for the victory over Germany", "Veteran of Labor". Our grandmother Maria Tomilova – our memory, our pride! Our family treasure! Love! Remember! Proud!