Born on January 25, 1913 in the Kirov region, Oparinsky district. My grandfather, Vasily Firsovich Kokoulin, served in the Workers 'and peasants' Red Army from 1932 to 1935. After leaving the reserve, he graduated from the faculty of LABOR at the Kirov pedagogical Institute (history teacher), worked in a school. He was conscripted into the red army in July 1941. He received his baptism of fire on the Leningrad front in a reconnaissance company. He fought in the army., had the rank of Sergeant. In December 1942, during the defense of Leningrad during a reconnaissance operation on the neutral front line, he was seriously wounded by fragments of an enemy mine. Lost an arm, severe injuries to the leg, chest and abdomen. Until night I lay in the snow (there was a retreat). Only at night, the scouts were able to drag the grandfather to their territory on their greatcoats. He was immediately evacuated to a military hospital in Leningrad. Soon the city was besieged and my grandfather was in besieged Leningrad, undergoing treatment in a hospital. On the "Road of life" through lake Ladoga was evacuated to the "Mainland". During the transition (according to my grandfather's stories), two fascist planes flew into a convoy of ambulances. They flew so low that my grandfather "saw the face of a fascist pilot." Some of the cars were destroyed, their car survived. Having survived a serious injury, hypothermia, hunger, weakness, the grandfather was treated for a long time. he was discharged with a disability. Discharged with the rank of petty officer. After that, he returned home to the Kostroma region, went to work at a school as a history teacher, political worker, and Director of a seven-year school in the Bogovarovsky district of the Kostroma region. Awarded the title "excellent student of national education of the USSR". He was awarded 11 medals and various distinctions. In 1970, he moved to the Crimean region, where he was an active participant in Patriotic education in schools and youth organizations, and the Council of veterans. I'm proud of my grandfather.