Ryabokon (Khrabrova) Olga Ivanovna_x000D_ _x000D_ A simple girl Olga in 1939 graduated from the Pskov paramedic midwifery school and in 1940 already worked in a hospital. In the early morning of June 22, 1941, the war disturbed the peaceful sleep of the Motherland for many years. A deadly, soulless, treacherous war forever changed the fate of millions of people and its fate. On June 23, 1941, Olga Khrabrova, with the rank of "foreman", was called up to the ranks of the Workers 'and Peasants' red Army, where she became a nurse at the field mobile hospital No. 4315 of the NKO. Military-sanitary trains, making their way from the "boilers", the hottest places on the front line, took out a huge number of wounded soldiers. With other such young nurses, my grandmother helped to receive wounded red army soldiers at the stations. For days, along with doctors, nurses stood at operating tables. Often ambulance trains were shelled and bombed. My grandmother recalled how after a heavy sleepless night, she rested... she sat with her back pressed against the pillow. Suddenly, German planes flew in and the shelling started. My grandmother had barely time to get up from her seat when the pillow shattered into feathers and a bullet hit her. My grandmother was only seconds away from death. Everything was mixed up in dust and smoke. When the smoke cleared a little, nurses ran to the screams and moans, looking for survivors and trying to save the wounded. In 1945, she was demobilized, but on the instructions of the hospital command, she was sent by a senior nurse to a Sanatorium of the Highest Command staff in Landeck (Baden-württemberg, Germany). In that sanatorium in Landeck, my grandmother, Olga Ivanovna Khrabrova, and my grandfather, a pilot, Junior Lieutenant Alexey Ryabokon, who was recovering from injuries sustained as a result of a hard landing of a downed plane, met and fell in love with each other. In 1947, they got married and went to their grandfather's new place of service in Tbilisi. Where, in 1948, a happy young couple had a daughter, Agnes, my mother. After his grandfather was dismissed to the reserve, they moved to the city of Baku, where since 1949 he has been serving in the MGB in the 17th police Department of Ordzhonikidze district, as the head of the passport office. It wasn't possible to live a long, happy life and die in one day... In 1955, Alexey Ryabokon died of an illness caused by a war injury. From 1952 to 1979, my grandmother worked at The Bina airport in Baku in the regulatory Bureau. She was highly respected by her colleagues as the best employee and veteran of the Great Patriotic War. After the death of my grandfather, my grandmother lived a long 34 years, preserving love and loyalty to only one person, her Alyosha. She did not like to talk about what happened during the war years, and did not consider what she did in the war a feat. And she showed her medals only when she was strongly asked to do so. She said that she holds the awards in her hands and asks for forgiveness from those whom she did not save.