Name: last NAME: Pikalev NAME: Vasily PATRONYMIC: Grigorievich CITY: Novgorod region DATE of BIRTH: 26.11.1928 date of DEATH: 01.05.2003 HISTORY: Title: Red army soldier. The war probably did not pass by a single house. Now, I'm going to tell you a little bit about my aunt and uncle. My aunt, Alexis-pikaleva Valentina Efimovna, was a partisan in the Belarusian forests, then a home front worker. Uncle Vasya – her classmate, from the first grade at the same Desk sat, so the love was long and long – already up to 84 years. There is a war going on. Uncle Vasya is twelve and a half years old, men at the front. They called him to the district Executive Committee and gave him a task: to drive a herd of cows deep into the rear, as the Germans were advancing. There were too many cows, and he was alone. They gave me a single-barrelled shotgun, ammunition for it, a fiftieth-size sweatshirt, a coat, a mattress, and a blanket all rolled into one. Another – 20 loaves of good rye bread, a mug, matches. And the way is not close-350 km to the Vologda region. They said to drink milk-at least it will crack, so that the cows do not start. And our shepherd boy went. During the day I rested, and at night I went with a gun at the ready, so that the cows would not be taken away. I finished walking in 2.5 months. The weather has changed, the sweatshirt is already by the way, it is warm in it, only my feet are cold-a barefooted shepherd boy. Drove as received on the list-so much and passed, the document was issued to him that the cows were accepted. They say go. Where to go? The Germans are already where they came from. Frosts, cold, he began to ask for military cars to the front. He was taken, a month and a half later, when his feet almost frostbite. The fighter was 13 years old at the time. And Vasya fought right up to 46 years. I stayed in Poland for a while, I was watching a movie in Panama. I was wounded three times, my hand was completely dry in my old age, and I didn't like to be treated. He served until 1946, but in 1945 participated in the Victory parade. I look at the chronicle and don't find it. Returned from the war. The document on acceptance of burenok so all war and coast, gave it to the district party Committee. Then he married Valentina. A year later, the term of urgent service came up and our guardsman started serving again. My wife is in medical school studying, waiting for a baby. And then the students of the school were sent to the sawmill, and the young soldier did not have a son. And there were no more children. Lived, worked, traveled all over the USSR, worked as a trucker and dragged me with him. He wasn't a talker, I was the one who got everything from him on the sly when I was Hiking around the country. God rest his soul, no childhood, no youth, and life is not honey. And so it passed, this life. And he was a great worker! Where to us. All my life I had great respect for him and loved him like a father. And aunt Valya with her trouble. So I lived my life, but I was a favorite of both of them, and the love was mutual. Recorded from the words of her niece, Lyudmila Vasilyevna Ryzhikova, born in 1947.