Alexey Alexeevich Derevyashkin
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Rank: petty officer. Branch of service: artillery. Division: 128th Pskov red banner rifle division. My father, Alexey Derevyashkin, was born on October 18, 1926 in the village of Belskoye in the Pirovsky district. His parents moved to Yeniseisk in 1938. After finishing six classes, he went to work. On July 22, 1944, he was drafted into the army by the Dudinsky city military enlistment office, completed the courses of the district procurement office there, received the profession of an accountant, and in November 1944 arrived as part of a replenishment from the cities of Omsk, Novosibirsk, and Krasnoyarsk in the 374th rifle regiment near the city of Tartu in Estonia. So he got to the front. There were terrible battles, many divisions of the red Army were defeated. At first, he fought as an ordinary gun crew of an anti-tank battery, then in December 1944, the regiment was transferred to Ukraine as part of the first Ukrainian front. In this direction, he took part in the liberation of the territory of the city of Lviv from the German invaders, walked through the whole of Poland (Krakow, Neisse, Kotovice). Then in East Germany, the division moved towards Berlin, they crossed the Oder river, the city of Neisse, and fought their way past the city of Breslau to the Carpathian mountains in the direction of Czechoslovakia. The fiercest fighting took place in Breslau. 22 thousand Vlasovites fought against the division in which my father served. A lot of infantry was killed, there was nowhere to bury the dead, the division suffered heavy human losses. In the battery where my father served, there were 45 people, but all the time only half of them fought, the rest were wounded. High friendship and mutual assistance was among the soldiers, they all divided in half, helped each other, supported in everything. They were saved by the fact that there were very few German aircraft in this direction. The most vivid memory of the great Patriotic war was that all the artillery was horse-drawn, and many horses were killed during the fighting. All the soldiers were Komsomol members. My father was accepted to the Komsomol at the front, and the Komsomol ticket was handed over in Budapest. For thirty years he was in the party, which he joined in the city of Lviv. My father did not reach the city of Berlin a hundred kilometers away, and his division was near the Carpathian mountains when the war ended. Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of 9 may 1945, he was awarded the order "Glory III degree" for the fighting in Germany in repelling tank attacks and infantry and the medal "For victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war 1941-1945" After winning 9 June 1945, a military unit, which served my father in the rank guards Junior Sergeant, were sent through Czechoslovakia to Hungary and then to Romania, and then to the town of Sambor, where he served until September 1951, the foreman of a battery of howitzers. After demobilization, he came to the city of Yeniseisk and from September 1951 to September 1955 worked in the city fire Department as a Deputy police officer. At the same time, he studied at the school of working youth, where he finished ten classes. From September 1955 to June 1960, he studied at the Yenisei pedagogical Institute at the physics and mathematics Department. After graduating from the Institute, he was assigned to work in the village of Kolmogorovo, Yenisei district, where he worked as a school Director. In 1958, he married my mother, Nina Mikhailovna Turbova. they lived together for 44 years, and they had three daughters. In July 1963, he moved with his family to Until 1982, he worked as a teacher at the Yenisei state technical University 13, from where he retired. For many years of conscientious work, my father was awarded the "Veteran of labor" medal. In 1985, by decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, he was awarded the order of the Patriotic war of the first degree for bravery, fortitude and courage shown in the fight against the Nazi invaders and in commemoration of the 40th anniversary of the great victory. My father died on April 24, 2002 from a massive heart attack, but we still remember him and are proud of his achievements. Our family has preserved photos of past years, documents, and my father's awards for valor and bravery in the great Patriotic war.