Viktor Ivanovich Volkov_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Red army soldier Knight of the order of Glory Awards: Order of the red banner; order of the Patriotic war I degree; order of the Patriotic war II degree; Order of the red Star; Medal "for bravery"; Medal " for military merit» On the day of the beginning of the war, June 22, 1941, he served in the army in the Belarusian city of Mogilev. Young soldiers, all as one, began to fight for the defense of the Fatherland, but the armories were blown up, German planes plowed the ground with shells, the superior forces of the enemy took the unit in a ring, and the soldiers were surrounded. An endless chain, great-grandfather recalled, stretched the ranks of prisoners of war - blinded, wounded, exhausted soldiers. The tormenting Germans humiliated and shot them in the legs. My great-grandfather had a plan: I'd rather die than let a fascist mock the honor of a Soviet soldier. Several children understood the sign and as soon as the column began to pass near the river, the children jumped into the water. The shooting started. The Germans fired mercilessly at the water. How much was urine kept great-grandfather under water. He leaned out and saw corpses floating on the water. The enraged Germans began firing indiscriminately. Crowds of people rushed to dive into the water. In the General confusion, he managed to escape. He didn't notice his injury. He couldn't remember how long or where he'd crawled. I woke up on the territory of Lithuania. Local old men came out to the boy. As soon as I got back on my feet, I moved into the forest to join the partisans. Fearless and bold, he soon led a partisan detachment. Conducted intelligence operations. During one of the operations to capture the "language" was wounded by a German sniper in the arm. The shattered bone didn't stop the partisan. He was nursed by the orphan Solovey Verochka, who later became his wife, who had joined the partisans. In the national Museum of Kazakhstan (where my grandfather lived the last years of his life), there is a German leaflet that says that the Germans will give a helmet of gold to the person who gave them the elusive partisan wolf. In 1944, Lieutenant, platoon commander of the 274th separate motorized rifle battalion of special purpose Viktor Ivanovich Volkov is fighting in the first Belorussian front. Then, in his combat biography will be a meeting on the Elbe, fraternizing with the allies and an unforgettable assault on Berlin. The most vivid memory of my great-grandfather is an incomparable sense of victory. He remembered the ecstasy with which they wrote on the walls of the Reichstag: "I'm alive! We won!» After returning from the war, like thousands of other Belarusians, I came to my native village,where the Germans left only burnt embers at home. I cried, remembered my family and started building my life anew. He married the partisan Vera, his combat friend, and went to Kazakhstan to raise virgin land. When the grandfather's family moved to the Caucasus, the great-grandfather decided to stay there, next to the grave of his eldest son who died early. This wonderful man lived a long and wonderful life, and in 2007 he died. He had benefits and honors while living in Kazakhstan, far from his son. I never used any of them, repeating that I fought in the service of my human destiny.