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Meshcheryakov Vasily Dmitrievich
Metelyagin Alexander Zakharovich
Makhonin Pavel Ermolaevich
Medvedev Alexander Nikiforovich
Meshcheryakov Vasily Petrovich
Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan Galeevich
Mironov Leonid Sergeevich
Malofeev Konstantin Stepanovich
Myakshin Ilya Grigoryevich
Muzhichenko Gregory Mironovich
Merkushev, Alexander Maksimovich
Meshcheryakov Vasily Dmitrievich
Metelyagin Alexander Zakharovich
Makhonin Pavel Ermolaevich
Medvedev Alexander Nikiforovich
Meshcheryakov Vasily Petrovich
Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan Galeevich
Mironov Leonid Sergeevich
Malofeev Konstantin Stepanovich
Myakshin Ilya Grigoryevich
Muzhichenko Gregory Mironovich
Merkushev, Alexander Maksimovich
Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan Galeevich

Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan Galeevich

Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan Galeevich_x000D_ _x000D_ My grandfather, Mukhamedzyanov Mukhamedkhan was born in May 1920, in the village of Yangildino, Kozlovsky district of the Chuvash ASSR. My grandfather was 21 years old when he went to the city of Irkutsk, where the military engineering school. In the winter of 1942, my grandfather graduated from high school and together with the same young lieutenants, in fact, still boys born in 1920-1922, left in an echelon to the West, to the front line to Kalinin. _x000D_ He arrived in the city of Kalinin (Tver). The city had just been liberated from the Nazis. My grandfather often remembered Kalinin, the city where the war had begun for him, and where, after a few weeks as an Assistant Commandant, he had directed the young recruits to their destination and waited impatiently to be sent himself. _x000D_ Finally, the direction to the front was received: Gzhatsk-Sychevka-Rzhev. Being a military miner, a pontooner, he was able to put mines, read mine plans, reveal the systems of installing mines._x000D_ Once, while performing a combat mission, my grandfather, as part of a group of soldiers, found himself in a minefield. _x000D_ My grandfather told me: "I gave a command Lie Down! It was night, dark, snowdrifts, and a cold wind, I was full of fear and resentment that we might die so stupidly. I was lying on my back, pressed tightly to the ground. There's something hard under my shoulder blades… I put my hands carefully under my back, feeling the ground inch by inch on both sides, my mind racing: is there a mine under me? Why didn't it explode? I change my body position slightly. Again checking every inch of ground. And it was dark, nothing to see, just the overcast sky and the wind. Finally, his hand found something solid. More, more, my fingers hurt. Wait! I have a knife with me. Now it's easier!" Indeed, my grandfather was lying on a landmine. He managed to defuse it, find three more mines and defuse them. Tthen he figured out the scheme of the minefield, so that together with his comrades they made a passage to their own location. They only returned in the morning. Everyone was excited by the feeling of happiness in life. _x000D_ And then my grandfather is suddenly told: "Shake off the snow on your temple." But this "snow" came and remained on his temples for the rest of his days. Snow that could only be shaved off. Gray hair in 22 years! _x000D_ Everything first is all unusual and memorable for a long time. The first order is the order of the Red Star. It was given to a young Misha Mukhamedzyanov, also at the age of 22. Senior comrades demanded to wash it out according to a military tradition. This meant placing the order in a soldier's mug, filling it to the brim with alcohol and drinking so that he could take out the washed order with his teeth. _x000D_ "I did everything right. I drank, I took my breath away, I was still holding on when the holes were made in my tunic, and then I don't remember anything. The first order, the first Cup of alcohol! " - my grandfather recalled. _x000D_ My grandfather recalled: "I was accepted as a candidate of the Communist party at Rzhev, when there were heavy combats in a row. Oh, it was difficult! We did not feel the change of day and night.We left and occupied localities, then left again and occupied them again. The ranks thinned and filled up and thinned again. _x000D_ In the newly liberated village, when the smell of burning, mixed with the sweetly disgusting smell of torn flesh, this smell of war still lingered over this village, a Communist party meeting was held in the last hut. At this meeting, I was accepted as a candidate for membership of the party. And then I went back into combat. It was 1942." _x000D_ My grandfather went through the entire war, was twice wounded. Victory day was celebrated in East Prussia. He finished the war with the rank of Captain, as a Engineer of 1229th Rifle Red Banner Order of Suvorov Regiment of 371st Rifle Vitebsk Rifle Red Banner Order of Suvorov and Kutuzov Division. _x000D_ He was awarded orders of the Red Star, Patriotic war I and II degree, medals "For Capture of Konigsberg" and "For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic war of 1941-1945". He was demobilized after the war with the rank of Major. He died on March 11, 1975.

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