Faces of war

Grigory Ivanovich Berg (23.08.1927-28.12.2002). Grigory Ivanovich Berg was born on August 23, 1927 in the village of Biyuk-Oi of the Dzhankoy district of the Crimean ASSR. During the war, his entire family of 7 people was moved from the Crimea to a great many different regions of the country. Grigory Ivanovich was sent to a special settlement in the Rostov region, then in 1943 he was mobilized into the labor army in the Kemerovo region. It was difficult for a sixteen-year-old boy to get a good job. That is why Grigory Ivanovich had to "improve" his documents, adding 3 more years to his real age. And thanks to that idea, on November 22, 1943, he was accepted to the position of a miner at "Kuznetskshakhstroy". He worked as much as adults did, experienced all the hardships of a wartime, and even more than that - he was registered by the local authorities as a "German". On December 1st, 1945, he got position of a sinker. He received his work record after the war, in 1948. And like others during that hard time, he worked not only in the slaughterhouse, but also in the collective farm fields, taking active part in sowing and harvesting. Working on mine, rented a room in the house Inhanoi Olga Filimonova. They became close friends living through the difficult war years together, and in 1948 they officially married. Olga at that time already had three children, two daughters and a son, from her first husband, who parished during the war. In 1950, the couple had two daughters, Svetlana and Nina. Grigory Ivanovich and Olga Filimonovna were married for 48 years, and were living together for more than 50 years. Grigory Ivanovich raised two of his daughters as well as two daughters and one non-native son. He treated everyone just the same. The time was like this. Through all the years of this job Grigory Ivanovich was inextricably connected with the mining business, only the names of the mines changed. He retired in December of 1993, having earned the title of "Honorary miner" by that time. During all his career he was repeatedly awarded with diplomas, letters of gratitude, valuable gifts, including the sign "miner's Glory" three degrees, the medal "For valiant labour in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", medal "Veteran of labour", order "Red banner of Labour". Also important to mention the title he was awarded with - "Shock worker of the communist labor". At his free time from working at the mine, Grigory Ivanovich was engaged in household. In 1954, he completed construction of a house for his large family, which made it possible to have large vegetable garden as well as the posession of various cattle in order to feed a rather large family. Even after retiring, he could not sit idle and always worked at home and actively helped the children around the house. On December 28, 2002, Grigory Ivanovich passed away at the age of 75.

When the Great Patriotic War began, Bazhenova Rufina Nikolaevna was 12 years old. In their trans-Ural village Krysie, Makushinsky district, Kurgan region, a hospital was organized. And for the children of the wartime, the hospital became a favorite place. Boys and girls used to go there. They read poetry, sang, even danced, showed who could do something. It was a holiday for the wounded when the children came. They asked the children about everything, they themselves told a lot, argued among themselves about how to hit the fascists in order to smash them with one blow. Children grew up early in wartime. And my grandmother not only raised the morale of the wounded soldiers, but also helped the medical workers, washed bloody bandages, dried them, rolled them into a roller. The household also fell on the shoulders of the teenagers, they bought bread, kerosene, and other meager goods by ration cards, cooked a meager dinner from sorrel, nettle, plantain, spiced with a pinch of cereal . Hosted while adults were at work and came home after dark. In summer it was easier, in summer you can find food everywhere, pick mushrooms, berries, fish on the lake. Bread, most often baked with grass, from quinoa and clover. They collected the grass ahead of time, dried it in bunches in the entryway on perches, then dried it in the oven, spreading a canopy, pounded the grass in a mortar - dust rose. This dust was grass flour. It was shaken off the canvas and black cakes were baked interspersed with the remnants of rye flour. My grandmother was the eldest in the family, so she also took care of the younger brothers. Her mother, Maria Grigorievna Bazhenova, my great-grandmother worked on a collective farm, my father, my great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Bazhenov, went to the front in the first months of the war. At first he wrote letters from the training school, and then from the front, served in p / p 2143, was wounded, but after the hospital he was back in operation. In the village, during the war, there was one person who was the most desirable and at the same time the most unwanted for everyone. This is the postman. They expected letters from her, expected news, which she learned in the village council and in the mail. The soldiers' letters were without envelopes, in the form of triangles, but these were the most dear news to the heart. Several of these soldiers' triangles, which have turned yellow from time to time, are carefully kept by my grandmother. It is a living testimony of that time, written in pencil lines: “How are you living? I'm fine, little has been written about military affairs, more and more questions about the life of the family. But the postman could also bring sad news. Death notice is a terrible word. They were not expected. And they were waiting for the soldiers' letters. Dated in February 1943, the sad news of the "missing" private soldier Bazhenov N.I. was the last mention of the combat path of my great-grandfather. Presumably, he died in the battles near Rzhev, it was from there that the last letters were sent. Information about my great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich, I also found on the "Memory of the People" portal. Battle of Rzhev 1941-1943 - the bloodiest battle in the history of mankind. And the most hushed up by historians. On the Rzhevsky bridgehead there were 2/3 divisions of the "Center" army for the attack on Moscow. The losses of Soviet troops in the battles near Rzhev amounted to more than 2 million people, twice the losses in the Battle of Stalingrad. The 29th Army was killed in the forests near Rzhev. The city itself has been turned into a lunar landscape. Only 248 people survived of the city's 40,000 population. After a fierce 15-month battle, Rzhev was never taken - the Germans themselves withdrew to prepared positions. War is a terrible word, there should never be war again. I want to live in peace. And so that everyone on our land live peacefully. We must keep the peace and be proud of our ancestors who gave it to us. My grandmother is a home front worker, she has jubilee awards in connection with the celebration of the Victory Day of the Soviet people in the Great Patriotic War. I hope that we will preserve her stories about the war childhood and the post-war period of our history, passing it on to each other. The only thing that we can and should do today is to preserve the memory of both the military and labor affairs of our ancestors. The household also fell on the shoulders of the teenagers, they bought bread, kerosene, and other meager goods by ration cards, cooked a meager dinner from sorrel, nettle, plantain, spiced with a pinch of cereal . Hosted while adults were at work and came home after dark. In summer it was easier, in summer you can find food everywhere, pick mushrooms, berries, fish on the lake. Bread, most often baked with grass, from quinoa and clover. They collected the grass ahead of time, dried it in bunches in the entryway on perches, then dried it in the oven, spreading a canopy, pounded the grass in a mortar - dust rose. This dust was grass flour. It was shaken off the canvas and black cakes were baked interspersed with the remnants of rye flour. My grandmother was the eldest in the family, so she also took care of the younger brothers. Her mother, Maria Grigorievna Bazhenova, my great-grandmother worked on a collective farm, my father, my great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Bazhenov, went to the front in the first months of the war. At first he wrote letters from the training school, and then from the front, served in p / p 2143, was wounded, but after the hospital he was back in operation.In the village, during the war, there was one person who was the most desirable and at the same time the most unwanted for everyone. This is the postman. They expected letters from her, expected news, which she learned in the village council and in the mail. The soldiers' letters were without envelopes, in the form of triangles, but these were the most dear news to the heart. Several of these soldiers' triangles, which have turned yellow from time to time, are carefully kept by my grandmother. It is a living testimony of that time, written in pencil lines: “How are you living? I'm fine, "little has been written about military affairs, more and more questions about the life of the family. But the postman could also bring sad news. Funeral is a terrible word. They were not expected. And they were waiting for the soldiers' letters. Dated in February 1943, the sad news of the "missing" private soldier Bazhenov N.I. was the last mention of the combat path of my great-grandfather. Presumably, he died in the battles near Rzhev, it was from there that the last letters were sent. Information about my great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich, I also found on the "Memory of the People" portal. Battle of Rzhev 1941-1943 - the bloodiest battle in the history of mankind. And the most hushed up by historians. On the Rzhevsky bridgehead there were 2/3 divisions of the "Center" army for the attack on Moscow. The losses of Soviet troops in the battles near Rzhev amounted to more than 2 million people, twice the losses in the Battle of Stalingrad. The 29th Army was killed in the forests near Rzhev. The city itself has been turned into a lunar landscape. Only 248 people survived of the city's 40,000 population. After a fierce 15-month battle, Rzhev was never taken - the Germans themselves withdrew to prepared positions. War is a terrible word, there should never be war again. I want to live in peace. And so that everyone on our land live peacefully. We must keep the peace and be proud of our ancestors who gave it to us. My grandmother is a home front worker, she has jubilee awards in connection with the celebration of the Victory Day of the Soviet people in the Great Patriotic War. I hope that we will preserve her stories about the war childhood and the post-war period of our history, passing it on to each other. The only thing that we can and should do today is to preserve the memory of both the military and labor affairs of our ancestors.

The flames of war blazed for 1418 days and nights. The victory achieved by the Soviet people was won by the combined efforts of the Armed Forces, the workers' rear, the peasantry and the intelligentsia. For the first time the Nazis were stopped near Moscow, the Nazis for the first time were forced to turn back their main forces. The victory at Moscow opened the beginning of a radical turning point in the war. This victory thwarted Hitler's plan for a "blitzkrieg" and dispelled the myth of the invincible German fascist army. During the war years Moscow was the center of the anti-fascist struggle, the standard of courage, heroism and courage. In the Moscow direction, the invaders rallied their main efforts, trying to capture and destroy the Soviet capital along with its population as soon as possible. The fight against fascism was intense and difficult. The inhabitants of Moscow and the Moscow region did not lose heart, did not bow their heads before a strong and insidious enemy. They rallied closely and bravely endured all ordeals. The home front workers made a huge contribution to the victory of our soldiers near Moscow. Among the rear workers was my grandmother, Nina Nikolaevna Semyonova. During the war, she worked at the Moscow Radio Engineering Plant (MRTZ). In the war years, this plant was called "Patron" and produced large-caliber cartridges for aviation. After a very short time, the grandmother was already working independently at the machines and grinding parts according to drawings. My grandmother did not fight on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War, where the fate of the whole world was decided. She worked selflessly in the rear. The Great Patriotic War was going on, everyone was hard and hungry. For the whole very long working day, my grandmother received only 500 grams of bread. She was one of the best workers in the factory. Her photo was constantly hung on the stand of the best workers. She has many certificates, gratitude and medals for excellent work. She is a Labor Veteran. Full work experience with my grandmother is 48 years. Together with my grandfather, my grandmother raised her daughter - my mother, who inherited from them a conscientious attitude to work. She has a grandson and a granddaughter. And we all love her very much! My grandmother is the best, I love her very much and am proud of her! Today Moscow is an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Its beauty is eternal, like life itself, like the very desire of a person for Peace and Good. And this is part of my grandmother's merit.

Economist, honorary oilman, laureate of the USSR State Prize (1944), Doctor of Economics (1948), professor (1958). The main stages of labor activity: Dean of the field-mechanical faculty of the Moscow Oil Institute named after I.M.Gubkin; Deputy Director of MNI (since 1931); Director of the Grozny Oil Institute (1932-1933); and acting Director of the MNI named after I.F. Gubkin (1933-1934); authorized by Glavneft at Amtorg (USA) (1934-1937); head of capital construction of Glavneft, dean of the oilfield faculty of the Moscow Research Institute named after I.F. Gubkin (1937-1939). In the period from 1939-1944 he worked at the fields of the Second Baku. He was the head of the technical department of the Bashneft trust, the director of the drilling office, the chief engineer of the Bashneft trust (Ishimbay), the chief engineer of the Bashneftekombinat (Ufa). Then - the head of the group and department of the oil industry of the USSR Council of People's Commissars, pedagogical work at the Moscow Research Institute of named after Gubkin (1944-1951); Director of the Institute of Oil of the USSR Academy of Sciences (1951-1958); Deputy Director of the Institute of Geology and Development of Fossil Fuels (1958-1966); Deputy Director of the All-Union Scientific Research Institute of Drilling Technology (VNIIBT), professor at the Moscow Institute of Oil and Gas named after Gubkin (1966-1975); professor-consultant VNIIBT (1975-1986). Scientific and production achievements: Author of more than 145 published scientific works, including 1 textbook, 16 monographs; 22 inventions. Among the monographs - "Electrochemical method of fixing unstable rocks" (1959); Isolation of absorbing horizons while drilling wells (1960); "Separation of reservoirs in oil and gas wells" (1973), etc. He trained 60 candidates of science. Participation in public life: Member of the Bureau of the Scientific Council of the State Committee of the Council of Ministers of the USSR for Science and Technology; deputy Chairman of the Central Board of NTO Oil and Gas Industry and Chairman of the Moscow Board; member of the editorial board of the journal "Oil Industry", academic councils of the Moscow Research Institute named after Gubkin and a number of research institutes for the defense of dissertations. State and industry awards: Laureate of the State Prize of the USSR - for the development and introduction into production of an integrated method of processing oil wells, providing a significant increase in oil production (1944); Honored Worker of Science and Technology of the RSFSR (1964); awarded the Order of the October Revolution, four Orders of the Red Banner of Labor, medals. Honorary Oilman (1974).

Antonina Aleksandrovna Selivyorstova (nee Knyazeva) was born on July 19, 1927 in the village of Kadat, Sharypovskaya Volost, Berezovsky District, Achinsk District, Siberian Territory (now part of the Sharypovsky District of Krasnoyarsk Territory is flooded by the reservoir of Berezovskaya GRES) She was the granddaughter of a village teacher and the daughter of a peasant Knyazev Alexander Vasilyevich. The father died early, the mother had three more small children - and Tonya lived with her aunt in Sharypovo, graduated from the "seven-year" school and began to work from the age of fifteen. It was a military year 1942. The years of adolescence fell on difficult war years, they worked on an equal basis with adults - and no one considered adolescents to be children. During the war they worked half-dressed and hungry: "everything for the front, everything for Victory." They drove cattle on foot to Achinsk to the meat processing plant, as Antonina Aleksandrovna told her children - they drove cattle in late autumn, in cold, slushy weather. We spent the night in the villages, having dried up and rested a little, walked on - this is how they forged Victory in the rear. Then she got a job in a seed laboratory, it was easier to work there, but she also had to walk a lot in the fields - they got to the collective farms on horseback, or even on foot. During the war, everyone went hungry - and work in the seed laboratory saved Tonya, because there it was possible to cook porridge from the already tested grain. Memories of Victory Day were bright - she said that everyone ran out into the street, hugged, rejoiced and cried. For her conscientious work during the war, Knyazeva Antonina Aleksandrovna was awarded the medal "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945", on the basis of this she was later awarded the title of veteran of the Great Patriotic War (St. No. 2553182, series BB). For many years, Antonina Aleksandrovna worked in the Sharypov communication center: first as a postman, and then as a telegraph operator - from there she retired. She was awarded the title of "Labor Veteran" of the Russian Federation. Antonina Aleksandrovna lived her life with dignity - she raised two daughters, worked all her life at work and at home. She lived for 78 years. We are proud of our great-grandmother!

I was born in February 1940 in Leningrad. My name is Nina Salnikova. In the summer of 1940, my family and I were in Volodarka, with Leni's grandfather and Lyuba's grandmother. My grandfather lived in his own house and worked in a copper smelter plant. A terrible war began. My sister and I were very young and did not feel all the fear. According to my mother's stories, my father came on leave at the end of August and warned that the war would be long, we shouldn't stay here - we need to go to Leningrad. Mom, Salnikova Lyudmila, packed up and took our things to the city, and on the second call she took my sister and me on a tram. It turned out that it was too late, Ligovo was captured by the Germans. We learned about the beginning of the blockade of Leningrad. I had to go back. The winters in Leningrad turned out to be harsh, according to my mother, in 1942 the thermometer dropped to 43 degrees. Our area was heavily bombed, we hid in the cellar. Our family did not stock up on food. A terrible famine began. Mom gradually exchanged watches, gold, rings and earrings for food, everything in the house, just to feed us. My grandfather had a dog, in the winter of 1942, I had to kill her in order to survive ... Once, taking my sister Olga and me on a sleigh, my mother knocked down from hunger and thought that we would not survive, lay in the snow, counting the time to death ... We were saved by a completely unfamiliar man, running up to us he shouted: “Young! She's crazy to die! " He transplanted my sister and me into his wagon train and took us to warm up in his house. He saved us, warmed and fed us. Wrapping the fish, he said to his mother, “Hide! Don't give it to anyone! Feed the children little by little, eat it yourself! Tears welling up in my mother's eyes. Even in such a situation, people remained human. We Survived. And we SURVIVED! On the morning of January 15, 1944, the Germans, under the threat of weapons, gathered all the residents of Volodarka, and distributed them into two camps, the elderly in one direction, women and children in the other. It turned out that there was a two-story building near the station, it was there that the old people were herded and burned alive. There, at the age of 65, grandfather Lenya died. Persecution began ... and we went to die in the camps. In April 1944, we reached Lithuania. In July 1944 they ended up in Poland. By chance, we ended up in Auschwitz, a train full of crowded people stopped near the camp, I remember the bright light of a searchlight .. all things were taken away, we could hear "Dizenfection" in German-Russian, we did not have time to jump off the carriage. The Germans lined up in two rows, we did not understand what was happening ... Mom was crying, she understood, we were being led to die. My family and I did not get into the workers' party. The smell ... the smell of death was felt that night, black smoke and a long line. “Everything will be fine,” “now we’ll go to bed,” my mother and my sister reassured me. A miracle happened, an unfamiliar French prisoner from the camp service team, seeing us, pulled us out of the line and pushed us into the party of workers, thereby saving us from death. Mom, being with us in the camp, tried to find this woman, it turned out that she was burned in the crematorium ... We have passed many roads, we have been in different places, we do not even know how many death camps we have passed, but we survived. Liberation came in Frankfurt am Main on March 25, 1945. In May 1945, we were provided with a two-story white house, with a large staircase and a white piano on the second floor, I remember a lot of dolls and toys, for us it was paradise. After settling in, Russian soldiers brought in a huge jar of condensed milk. At night, while everyone was asleep, I took the largest spoon in the house and began to eat, in huge portions, but when she heard, my mother said "Nina, you can't do that much, Nina,you will die!" A few days later, my mother decided to return to Leningrad, the soldiers said, "Don't do this, stay here, there is nothing there, there is hunger." The family decided to return home to their homeland. At the station, my mother, leaving my sister and me on our suitcases, went to ask about the train ... at that moment, a complete stranger, threw us off our suitcases and took all our things with toys ... But we were not offended - we went home ... In June 1945 we were already in Leningrad, our family helped to rebuild the city after a terrible war. We survived ... it's scary to imagine that there are more than 13 camps behind us ...

Pakhom Ilyich was called into the army on the second recruitment in October 1914, then the recruits were gathered in the city of Belebey, they were trained for 3 months of combat training, taught to walk in formation, distinguish between junior and senior officers, taught to handle a rifle, machine gun and other soldier skills ... From the memoirs of Pakhom Ilyich: “On February 10, 1915, I was already at the front in the 224th Yukhnov regiment of the 1st company, our regiment was commanded by Colonel Raksimovich, and the battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Whatman, a German, is a very good man, since he repeatedly saved the battalion from death. The half-company was always on reconnaissance. We had few machine guns, no more than four, there was not enough artillery equipment either, so when we went on the offensive, the Germans did not allow us to move forward. " Further, he writes that they were taken to the city of Kovno (Kaunas), a fortress in Lithuania, a few days later they were transferred to Riga on the coast, and then under the city of Shauliai, this is how our army went inland from the Masurian swamps on the offensive “On the approaches to the city there were strengthening wire fences 10 meters, so we stopped. The left flank broke through the German defenses and we rushed into the breakthrough and reached the city of Siauliai and beyond. In this battle on my account was one, I took two prisoners. Outside the city began a mountainous and forested area. The offensive stopped. In the evening, the kitchen came and fed. We heard that there was a strong cannonade on the left flank. Whatman knew that the units were defeated, the Germans broke through the front and we were surrounded. The commander and Whatman himself were killed, 10 people remained from the battalion, hiding in the forest we ate berries, and a few days later we were caught. Our captivity took place under heavy machine-gun fire and surrounded by cavalry detachments, about 2 thousand people gathered along the entire front, in captivity I met my half-company second lieutenant Shipovich. " In the spring of 1916, Pakhom Ilyich found himself in East Prussia in the village of Branny, and he and several other soldiers were handed out as farm workers. We worked during the day, and at night we were taken to the camp. The Germans fed the captives so poorly, that many fell from powerlessness, those who could bring, if possible, bread to the camp, thus feeding their weak brothers. A year later, Pakhom Ilyich was transferred to another owner. At the new owner, he performed all types of agricultural work. Sometimes the owner asked to leave the captive workers for the night in order to continue the working day, then he stayed overnight in a stone shed, where they hid food and dug for escape. “That night, the three of us fled, not reaching the border, three days later we were found in the cemetery by local residents, the soldiers of the commandant's office arrested us, then interrogations, beatings, shackles, a transit prison. And so three times escape, arrest, beatings, chains, prison, return to work, until the autumn of 1918. "

My mother, Varvara Sinyavskaya (Mitina) was born in 1915, in the ancient Russian village of Ilinskoe-Khovanskoe, Rostov District, Yaroslavlskaya Province (now an urban-type settlement and district center in the Ivanovo Region) in a large working family. The family lived in a tiny house. I grew up in this house, but I still don not understand — how the whole family was housed in it? Despite the difficulties, all the children received a good education. The older sister, Anna, graduated from the Institute of Noble Maidens, my mother and her brother Anatoly became agronomists, Claudia was a wonderful dressmaker, and the younger, Nadezhda, became a nurse and worked in a military hospital during the war. My mother did well at school and was one of the first to join the pioneers. For her active work, she was awarded a trip to the All-Union meeting of young pioneers in Moscow. After school, my mother studied at an Agricultural College, received a diploma of agronomist, and was sent to the Smolensk Region. It was there that she met my future father, Stepan Sinyavsky. He worked as a history teacher in a rural school then. When my father joined the army, my mother went to live with my parents. I was born in 1939, and my brother Eugeniy was born in 1940. My grandmother, Elizaveta Mitina, helped me to raise my children. When the war started, I was only two years old, and my brother was one year old. My mother worked from dawn to dawn: all her strength she gave to the front. She, the chief agronomist of the district, went to all the villages on foot in any weather. In February 1944, our father unexpectedly came to us after treatment in the hospital. He was with his family for a few days, and in August of the same year, the funeral came. We lived very sparsely, always hungry. My mother and her sister used every opportunity to take care of us. My mother was strict, but she never told me what they talked about at school at a parent-teacher meeting. I was always worried, even though I studied well. I remember May 9, 1945 (I was already 6 years old). The day was sunny and warm. A band was playing from somewhere — and my mother was sobbing loudly. She became a widow at 29 years old. Then again, endless work from dawn to dawn. And in rare moments of rest — the garden, firewood, delicious cheesecakes, knitting, participation in the choir. My mother liked very much when linen was snow-white, and the house was full of flowers. Every September 1, children came to her from all over the street — and no one left without flowers. Almost until her death in 1988, my mother worked first at her home village of Ilyinskiy, and then in the neighboring village of Fedorovskoye in a kindergarten, and participated in Amateur performances.

Branch of troops: Soviet Navy and NKVD Border Troops Marine Forces _x000D_ _x000D_ My maiden name is Kramarenko, last name after my first marriage is Plaksienko, after my second marriage Surzhok. I was born on January 1, 1924 in the village. Bogoslavsky, Stavropol Territory, Kochubeevsky District, in the family of a railway worker. My father, Ivan Ivanovich Kramarenko, born in 1918, until old age worked as a trackman on the railway. Mother, Kramarenko Evdokia Markovna, was a housewife. We lived in the Stavropol Territory at the Ovechka station, where I graduated from 8th grade. Then Secondary School in the village of Tebay, Krasnodar Territory in 1942. After graduating from School, together with the pioneer camp, we were evacuated to Kazan. I worked at the Gorbunov Aviation Plant. _x000D_ From August 1942 to December 1943 I was in the ranks of the active navy. I was wounded in 1943. Then I was demobilized for health reasons, got married. From January 1944 to December 1945 I was a housewife. Then in December 1945 I entered the Crimean Pedagogical Institute at the literary faculty. A year later, for family reasons, I transferred to the Dagestan Pedagogical Institute, which I graduated in 1949. Then I came to visit my relatives who had returned to the Stavropol Territory. I worked as a teacher, head teacher of a Secondary School in the village. Cherished Kochubeevsky district, Stavropol Territory._x000D_ In December 1950 I entered the graduate School of the Pyatigorsk Pedagogical Institute at the Department of Russian Literature. After graduating from graduate School, I worked at the Vilniansky Teachers' Institute (Lithuanian SSR). In January 1955 I defended my dissertation at the Moscow Regional Pedagogical Institute named after N.K. Krupskaya. I was a Member of the CPSU since 1953. _x000D_ For family reasons, I transferred from Vilnius to the Krasnodar regional three-year party School. I worked as the head of the department of languages and literature. After the liquidation of the department, I moved to my husband in Riga. I worked as a teacher at the Riga Pedagogical Institute with an hourly pay. After the liquidation of the Riga Pedagogical Institute, a competition was held at the Stanislav Pedagogical Institute (now Ivanovo-Frankivsk) in 1958. In 1969, a competition was held at the Tselinograd Pedagogical Institute. In 1970, in November, I passed through a competition to the Barnaul Pedagogical Institute on Russian-Soviet literature. From 1971 to 1982 I worked as a Senior Lecturer at the Kalmyk State University at the Department of Russian and Foreign Literature.

Titenko, Vasily Mikhailovich

One of the "Missing"_x000D_ War. A terrible and difficult time._x000D_ It is rare to find a family in our country that was not touched by it. Family photo albums keep the memory of the great fighters who fought for Motherland. Stories about the feat of the Soviet people are being passed from mouth to mouth. By May 9, children and adults carry flowers to the memorials. This is really a real holiday, which we celebrate even after 70 years with tears in our eyes. There is a monument to those who died in the terrible battles of the Great Patriotic War in every city, in every small village. On thousands of obelisks, you can see millions of names of soldiers and officers who defended the independence of our country. But among this list there is no surname of my great-grandfather, Vasily Semyonov. He is still missing... The Shaturskiy District Military Commissariat called up by in August 1941. For several months, he wrote letters from the front to his wife and children, and then he disappeared... for 74 years. Until the last day, my grandmother, his daughter, hoped that he was alive. She was waiting for him for many years. Children grew up, grandchildren grew up, and everyone was waiting for Vasiliy. We believed to the last that he had somehow managed to escape, perhaps even settled on another continent… They even hoped that he had another family, but only if he was alive. I did not know my great-grandfather, nor did my mother (his granddaughter) found him, but we were always interested in his fate. We wanted to know what had happened to him. After all, there had been no news of him since October 1941. Information about the great-grandfather appeared recently. A couple of years ago, I once again monitored sites with archives of the Second World War and on one of them came across documents that put an end to our search, which lasted several decades. Information about my great-grandfather appeared on the website of OBD Memorial. At some point, I noticed that there appeared data about POW camps (stalags). I went to this page and ... saw "Semenov"... “Ryazan”. My mother came running at my shout. - Found! We found my grandfather! My mother has tears in her eyes... Grandpa was watching us from the monitor...He was thin, in a camp uniform, and held his number in his hands. At the beginning of the war, he was captured, then in Stalag 321 Arbca. The Germans meticulously recorded all the data about the great-grandfather: height, weight, hair color, fingerprints and a lot of other information. Even his mother's maiden name was indicated! There was also information about where my great-grandfather was buried, in the cemetery next to Stalag. Most likely, he died of typhus. I found out about the OBD Memorial website 5 years ago. This generalized data Bank contains information about the defenders of the Fatherland, who died and went missing during the Great Patriotic War, as well as in the post-war period. Its creators did a great job and created a huge archive of the dead. The OBD Memorial website has given our family a new history. Gave us our grandfather. Finally, the seal of a person "with an unknown fate" has been removed from his name. We will print out the last photo of my great-grandfather. Now it will be passed down from generation to generation along with the story of the Great War.

Senior Sergeant Magashev Ilyas Yangirovich in the hospital in Tbilisi

Salamatin (Solomatin) Fedor Petrovich

Mulyukin Mikhail Pavlovich

Mordasov Petr Dmitrievich