Denega (Denegin) Mikhail Fedorovich_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Red army soldier I want to tell you about my great - grandfather-Denegin Mikhail Fedorovich. He was born on February 14, 1910 in Pyatigorsk. His parents died, so he was raised by his own uncle. He studied, and at the age of 16 became the Chairman of the collective farm. In 1938, my great-grandfather worked as the Chairman of the collective farm. It was a terrible time! There was a lot of treachery and cruelty in the country, people were exiled and shot on false denunciations. The VGKCHP ordered my great-grandfather to make a list of "Traitors, Enemies of the People", but Mikhail Fyodorovich did not do this, he warned all these people at night and, taking his family, left the collective farm for Mineralnye Vody. By doing so, I saved the lives of these people and my family. All his life he hated meanness and betrayal! In the summer of 1941, he was taken to the front from the Smolensk region. 2 hard years great-grandfather fought, fighting for the Motherland. When he went to war, he had a wife and three children... But in 1941, he received news that the village where the family lived was burned by the Nazis, and no one was left alive. In August 1943, Mikhail Fedorovich was captured and ended up in the Koningsberg concentration camp in the city of Koningsberg, now the city of Kaliningrad. In 1945, shortly before the victory of our army, he managed to escape from captivity. After the war, his fate did not spoil. In 1948, he remarried and had four children, including my grandmother. But soon the great-grandfather found out that his children, who allegedly died, are alive! And they came to him! But after a while, his wife dies, and he had to raise seven children alone. But, despite all the difficulties, Mikhail Fedorovich did not leave them, and devoted his entire life to raising children. Great-grandfather brought up in them honesty, decency, love for one's neighbor, for the Motherland, taught them to lend a helping hand, and most importantly-to live for others, not for themselves. For me, my great-grandfather is a hero! His post-war life proved that he is A man with a capital letter. My great-grandfather has many medals and orders, including two orders of the red Star, for personal courage and bravery in battle. Having lived a difficult life, great-grandfather always remained worthy of respect. He died on March 23, 1993. I'm proud of my great-grandfather and I want to be like him!