Rakhmanov Minnegarif Iskhakovich_x000D_ _x000D_ My grandfather Rakhmanov Minnegarif Iskhakovich was born on July 3, 1925 in the village of Atabayevo, Laishevsky district, Tatar ASSR. When he was 15 years old, they left the village to recruit in the city of Astrakhan.In 1941, the war began. In 1942, my grandfather volunteered for the war, because at that time he was 17 years old, first he went through military training and in the fall of 1942 he went to the front. In 1943 he participated in the battle of Stalingrad, it was the first award, the medal of valor. In 1943 in December, during a tank battle his tank was hit, he received a shrapnel wound in the leg and in the arm, the fight was night and until he was found and taken to the hospital was that he had frostbitten feet, he was taken to the hospital and amputated his left leg, and right leg healed, but as a result of shrapnel wounds to his leg all the time was sick and needed additional surgery and treatment. He ended up in a Kazan hospital and was treated for two months. In the hospital, he was seen by a fellow villager, Minnegarif strictly warned that his parents would not find out about his injuries. In 1944, he was again in the Kazan hospital, old wounds made themselves felt. They wanted to amputate the second one. But the war again reminded of itself, the second leg, but the treatment gave results, the wounds healed. The story was repeated again, he again met with a fellow villager and this time his injuries were reported in his native village, to his parents. Mother Minnegalieva Karim apa rounds of all the hospitals of Kazan, has not yet found her son. Minnegarif said that in the village he would be a burden and he will not find a job, and wanted to live in the home for the disabled. His mother didn't want to hear about it and brought him home. As they say, houses and walls help. His health improved. He got married, completed accounting courses in Sabah, and started working on a collective farm as an accountant. The wounds were not intolerable, and the second leg had to be amputated. At this time, he already had three children and a life partner. He had to learn to walk in prosthetics. He was a strong man, and pain plagued all his life. He continued to work and worked for 40 years and raised four children. His wife's eldest son was from her first marriage, and his wife's first husband died at the front. He never divided children into his own and others' and treated his wife's son as his own. He never complained about his pain, learned to drive a car and left work like all people at 60. He supported his family in prosperity and raised decent children. Soon there were also long-awaited grandchildren. Minigrip didn't like to ask for help from the state. In recent years, he lived with his son Damir. My grandfather Rakhmanov Minnegarif Iskhakovich was born on July 3, 1925 in the village of Atabayevo, Laishevsky district, Tatar ASSR. When he was 15 years old, they left the village to recruit in the city of Astrakhan. In 1941, the war began. In 1942, my grandfather volunteered for the war, because at that time he was 17 years old, first he passed military training and, in the fall of 1942, he went to the front. In 1943, he participated in the battle of Stalingrad, where he received the first award, the medal for bravery." In December 1943, during a tank battle, his tank was hit, he received a shrapnel wound in the legs and arm, the battle was night and while he was found and taken to the medical unit, it turned out that he frostbitten his legs, he was transferred to the hospital and amputated his left leg, and the right leg healed, but as a result of shrapnel wounds, his leg was always sore and required additional operations and treatment. He ended up in a Kazan hospital and was treated for two months. In the hospital, he was seen by a fellow villager, Minnegarif strictly warned that his parents would not find out about his injuries. In 1944, he was again in the Kazan hospital, old wounds made themselves felt. They wanted to amputate the second leg, but the treatment gave results, the wounds healed. The story was repeated again, he again met with a fellow villager and this time his injuries were reported in his native village, to his parents. Mother Mineraria - Karim apa rounds of all the hospitals of Kazan, has not yet found her son. Minnegarif said that in the village he would be a burden and he will not find a job, and wanted to live in the home for the disabled. His mother didn't want to hear about it and brought him home. As they say, houses and walls help. His health improved. He got married, completed accounting courses at the SBAH, and started working as an accountant on a collective farm. The wounds were not intolerable, and the second leg had to be amputated. At this time, he already had three children and a life partner. IHe had to learn to walk in prosthetics. He was a strong man, and pain plagued all his life. He continued to work and worked for 40 years and raised four children. His wife's eldest son was from her first marriage, and his wife's first husband died at the front. He never divided children into his own and others' and treated his wife's son as his own. He never complained about his pain, learned to drive a car and left work like all people at 60. He supported his family in prosperity and raised decent children. Soon there were also long-awaited grandchildren. Minigrip didn't like to ask for help from the state. In recent years, he lived with his son Damir. Suffered two heart attacks and from the third heart exhausted by military wounds could not stand it he died at 75 years of a heart attack. A special place in his life is occupied by his tender feelings for his wife, who devoted her entire life to a legless invalid, she was 9 years older than Minnegarif and all her life loved, respected and cared for him. There was always understanding and incredible love between them. The memory of him as a participant in the great Patriotic war, as a strong-minded person is kept in the memory of his relatives and fellow villagers.