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Babchenko Pavel Stepanovich
Berg Grigory Ivanovich
Belomestny Vladimir Kornilovich
Gorbunov Fedor Ivanovich
Gnilovsky Evgeny Mikhailovich
Golubev Nikolay Sergeevich
Akim Taukanovich Gabisov
Dmitry Vasilyevich Goreslavets
Nikolai Mikhailovich Gushchin
Gury Nikolaevich Gordeev
Yakov Nikitovich Gabov
Babchenko Pavel Stepanovich
Berg Grigory Ivanovich
Belomestny Vladimir Kornilovich
Gorbunov Fedor Ivanovich
Gnilovsky Evgeny Mikhailovich
Golubev Nikolay Sergeevich
Akim Taukanovich Gabisov
Dmitry Vasilyevich Goreslavets
Nikolai Mikhailovich Gushchin
Gury Nikolaevich Gordeev
Yakov Nikitovich Gabov
Golubev Nikolay Sergeevich

Golubev Nikolay Sergeevich

Rank: Red army soldier. Branch of service: land forces, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD, border troops. Division: 338th rifle division (1st formation). WINNER: "When they say that the Great Patriotic war went through every family,this is not an exaggeration. My grandfather, grandmother, three great-grandfathers, and their brothers fought in my family. One great-grandfather and one of his sons were killed, all the others, fortunately, returned home. My grandfather, Nikolai Sergeevich Golubev, a native of the village of Ivanisovo in the Pereslavl district, went to the front in 1942, when he reached military age. He served in a reconnaissance company, twice brought the enemy, twice was wounded in the back and arm and was in a military hospital. One spring, he had to spend a whole day in a swamp up to his waist in cold water, where they were driven by the Germans. During the war, my grandfather corresponded with his wife-my grandmother-Maria Dmitrievna. They fought on different fronts, they often lost each other and then found each. Their fate connected them, as they say, from their early years - they were classmates, then fellow students, and were able to get married only after the war in 1950. My grandmother went to the war on the Komsomol ticket from the second year of pedagogical school. She fiished a three-month course on radio operator and served in Yaroslavl as a corporal in the air defense forces of the North-Western front as a radiotelegraph operator. She transmitted reports of enemy aircraft to command posts and anti-aircraft units. She was wounded and awarded the medal for Military merit. Immediately after the end of the war, my grandfather entered the Moscow military school named after the Supreme Soviet, and after graduation he was appointed as an officer to serve in Germany. After coming back from Germany, he served in a unit that built military airfields. Unfortunately, I didn't find my grandfather alive, and I didn't have a chance to ask him about everything. My parents said that he was a captain, a company commander. He, as a veteran of the great Patriotic war, was lucky to participate twice in the parade on Red square. In 1969, , he died at the age of 45 after a serious illness. My grandfather is buried at the war memorial cemetery in the center of Kursk. This city happened to be the last place of his service and the place of my birth – my small homeland. I often look at the photos of my grandmother, her medals, and remember that as a child I heard from her about the war… One of the photos was taken in Germany in 1945 with the inscription on the back: "To Marusya for memory from Nicholay on his return from vacation." The picture shows a very young man, with a jaunty hat on his head. There is pride In all his appearance! A real winner! My dear grandmother is no longer here. And there are so many things I would like to ask her! How often we don't appreciate what we have and start to appreciate it when we lose it. My mother and I often visited my grandfather's older brother, Vasily Sergeevich. He went through the whole war, he was a pilot. After the war, he mastered the civil profession and lived to an old age. What a storyteller he was! Every visit to his house was a special day for me. Vasily Sergeyevich sat on the sofa and started telling stories about how he flew to the forest to the partisans: “Night, flying over the forest to the partisans. I see bonfires below, it means I need to land. But the bonfires could have been lit by the Germans, and it is not clear whom you will land to... I make a circle, fly over the fires again, but I still have to land. What happiness!our guys!" And now imagine my state when recently I read on the website" Feat of the people” in the link about award documents: “On behalf of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet to award Golubev Vasily Sergeevich the medal "for bravery" for a bold night flight. Despite the fire of anti-aircraft artillery, delivered to the target six paratroopers-bombers." I also found about my grandfather: "Scout platoon of foot reconnaissance regiment of Red army Golubev Nikolai Sergeevich award the medal “for bravery" for the fact that during the offensive battles under heavy enemy fire continuously provided communication with the right neighbor and carried the wounded commander from the battlefield." It is no accident that my great-grandfather Sergey Akimovich was proud of his sons and their exploits. One son defended the Motherland on earth, the other-in the sky. Now it is our duty to remember the feat of our ancestors, the feat of our people. I remember, I'm proud!

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