Volkov Nikolay Vladimirovich_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Junior Sergeant Type of troops: Armored and mechanized troops Volkov Nikolai Vladimirovich was born in a large family. When the war started, his father and older brother left to fight. Soon the notification came that the father was missing. In the summer of 1943, when Nikolai was not yet 16 years old (he was born in December 1926), taking credit for his years, the boy went to the front. Immediately got into the thick of it – on the Kursk bulge. I was lucky to be alive in the first battle. Well, then, a short, stocky boy became a tank driver, a mechanic-driver of the famous 34-Ki, and went all the way to Berlin. And the winner was not even 18 years old! More than once during the war years, he looked death in the face. He was wounded several times and burned in a tank. Once, with great difficulty, he got out of the burning tank, pulled out the wounded commander and carried him for a long time, burned and shell-shocked, on himself. And then it turned out that the commander was already dead. After the war, my father served in the army for 3 long years, and fought with the Bandera people in the Belarusian forests near Bobruisk. He didn't tell us, his children, much about that terrible war. But she did not let him go, his wounds hurt, and he often had headaches-a consequence of the concussion. At night, I had nightmares and battle friends who did not survive the brutal battles with the Nazis. May 9-Victory Day, was a sacred holiday for him. Wearing his military awards (and among them – the order of the Patriotic war, medals for the capture of cities), he certainly went to the parade in the South in the ranks of war veterans and was very proud. The peaceful life of the Pope was spent in the city of Yuga, for more than 40 years he worked at a spinning and weaving factory as an assistant to the master of the weaving shop. He was always strict and demanding first of all to himself, but did not let down either subordinates or management. He did not tolerate liars and was always honest in everything. On the street where he lived, he was the permanent Chairman of the street Committee. Colleagues at work, neighbors came to him for help, he did not refuse anyone. He could stand up for a colleague in front of the factory management, defend the employee's labor rights. He sorted out neighbor's quarrels, gave smart everyday advice. Dad was respected. First "behind his back", and then openly, others began to call him "General". In 2003, the Pope died. He really wanted to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the victory, but his heart stopped at the age of 77. "My General" - that's what my mother, Lyudmila Volkova, called him. Married in 1953, they lived together for 50 years, raised a daughter and son, and enjoyed four granddaughters. And now the Volkov family is continued by five great-grandchildren.