Military medical service

Chayalo Tamara Avakovna Chayalo Tamara Avakovna, born in 1917, 1941-1942 - military doctor of the 3rd rank, doctor of 76 (115) PPG of medical units of Independent Coastal Army.

In our family the Great Patriotic War is a special topic. My father Kinapin Sergei Dmitrievich fought in this war and died from his wounds. His fate is amazing. Sergey was born on July 18, 1923. He graduated from school brilliantly in 1941 and immediately after his graduation went as a volunteer to the military enlistment office. This is what is sung about them: Remember, guys, Remember, guys, Not possible to describe with words, How they stood at the ATM with shaved heads forever... Statistics say that of the guys of his birth year, almost no one came back alive. Seryozha was lucky. Since he was a student of almost all A's, he was sent to the Military Medical Academy in Leningrad. Many military leaders understood that the war would be long, and the front needed competent officers and doctors. But even then, during the terrible years of war, the Academy held entrance examinations. Seryozha dreamed of being a physicist, not a doctor; he childishly failed the exam in Russian and got "2". And he was not alone. They were summoned, scolded, said: "Doctors are urgently needed at the front" and they were forced to rewrite an essay (in the school certificate my father had a grade of "5"). So Daddy was accepted... Blockade. They studied during the day, and at night they were on duty on roofs, putting out "lighters" and eliminated fires. And in the morning they went and heard: "From now on, the norm of bread is like this”.... In October 1942, they were taken out on the "road of life" and evacuated near Ashgabat. (There is a discrepancy in the information: Ashgabat stands in the documents, and in my childhood memories my father spoke about Samarkand. So far, it was not possible to specify). At home, like a shrine, we keep documents from those years. In the certificate of graduation from the medical school, next to the combat training, sanitary and chemical protection you can see absolutely "peaceful" subjects: pharmacology, diseases of the ear, throat, nose... Their stuudies were shortened - they studied not five years, but only three years. And in August 1943 they were sent to the front as paramedics - junior lieutenants. Dad fought in 193 rifle regiments at the Central Belorussian Front, then at the Second Belorussian Front. On November 4, 1944, he was wounded at a small bridgehead on the Narev River. A series of hospitals began. About a kilogram of iron was taken out of the father. One of the certificates from the evacuation hospital № 2798 was preserved... When daddy returned home, he, like all his fellow students of the Military Medical Academy, was offered to continue his studies at the fourth year of the Medical Institute and two years later to obtain a diploma as a doctor. But Sergey did not give up his pre-war dream and in 1945 he entered the Radiophysical Faculty of the Gorky State University named after Lobachevsky, which he graduated in 1951. He worked at the GIFTI, the Polytechnic Institute and the Scientific Research Institute of Applied Mathematics and Cybernetics, defended his PhD thesis, got married, had three children... On March 13, 1981 he died, unable to withstand a surgery...

Troops: Military and medical personnel. It is dedicated to my grandmother Kazeko (Uskova) Zoe Yakovlevna. The year 1943. February. The sun is shining brightly, tickling with its warm rays. It feels like spring is coming soon. Kalinin gardens are gradually dropping off their winter nap, waking up from deep sleep. Women, teenagers and old people - all who could hold shovels were digging trenches. Zoya and her friends were also working, from time to time throwing around a few phrases. Her dark hair, fluttering, sparkled in the rays of the sun, which occasionally looked out of the clouds. She pushed a shovel into the hard ground and, applying all her power, threw heavy lumps out of the pit. - Zoya! - she heard behind her back. - Zoya, there is a notice for you. She abruptly turned around: - Which one? Having lowered his voice, the postman sadly said: - The summons to the army... that's right, now they are taking the girls to the front... At home, her mother met Zoya in tears. She was the first to be told that her daughter was being drafted. - Zoey, what is it?! - cried a woman with dark circles under her eyes. New tears rolled down her face. - Why you... you are the first one to be taken away from the farm? - Mommy, don't cry, somebody has to start," the girl answered in a shaking voice. - You should be proud that your daughter is the first of the girls to go to the front - barely holding back tears, the daughter was calming down her mother. - Damn war!!! You are only twenty! You are only twenty years old. It's time for you to go on dates... Damn the one who started this war! - her mother was sobbing. Zoya, too, could not hold back and cried quietly. Drops of tears, like pearls, rolled down her tender cheeks and fell on the shoulders of the woman who was hugging her. These salty droplets were immediately absorbed into the blouse on shaking shoulders. Tired of crying, Zoya began to gather for the road. Her mother gave her breadcrumbs, which she dried for her arrival and blessed her. Almost all Lenin's farm walked Zoya to the mound. The women were crying... Those who had husbands and sons at the front asked to say "hello" to them if she sees. The wind was sharp and penetrating. The clouds that covered the sky were gradually turning into gloomy clouds that did not let through the sunlight. And Zoya kept walking and walking... The native farm was becoming smaller and smaller. Her former life was becoming farther and farther from Uskova Zoya. And only her closest friend, Raya Kovaleva, was still walking along, carrying a duffel bag, which she did not want to give to her. - Raya , you are already tired of carrying it, let me carry it. - You'll still have time to put it on," she joked. And trying to cheer up her friend, she smiled. But despite her cute smile, her eyes still gave her out - in them, the lights of sadness glistened. - Zoya, just do not forget about us. As soon as you have some free time, be sure to write to us. - Well, how can I forget! After all, except you, I have no one else. - And after looking into the clear eyes of her friend she added, - I promise. So they walked 9 km. from Lenin farm to Pashkovskaya village. The friends broke up at the military registration and enlistment office. Raya went back home, and Zoya was sent to the city to Shahumyan Street. There, in a small building near the park Voroshilov, she stayed for three days, along with 300 girls who had arrived from all over Krasnodar region. On the third day, two groups were announced. The first group was nurses, the second group was snipers. The following lists were read out: - Kuzovleva - Group 1, Ivanova - Group 2, Zadornova - Group 1, Marusina - Group 1... "You look out the window and you can't believe that somewhere now someone is shooting. The sky is so blue, and the clouds are so airy and curly that you want to fall into them and drown like in a soft featherbed...". - Uskova - 2nd group, - Zoya’s thoughts were interrupted by a sharp voice. She flinched: "the second group... it means a sniper, it means I will shoot..." Finally, having completed the roll-call and distribution, 90 people were sent to the sniper school. They were sent by train to the village Medvedovskaya, in the reserve 128th regiment. Among them was Zoya. Two months of training flew by quickly, where Zoya got acquainted with young girls like her and found new friends. And at the end of April, the short-cut girls were accompanied to the front by Colonel Dmitry Stepanovich Groshev. From the school of snipers they got to the control point, where they were divided into platoons of 20 people. Each platoon received a section in the fins, in which it was to dig trenches and cells for machine guns. Having finished the order, the girls, not thinking long, began to sing songs, and then - walk in pairs in the field. The Russian song spilled easily and smoothly over the reed thickets. Came out on the shore Katyusha, on a high bank on a steep... As if there was no war, and young girls are walking and singing, waiting for their cavaliers. Came out, started the song, About the steppe, grey eagle, About the one whom she loved. About the one that the song was saving. And suddenly the song was interrupted by a loud, angry voice of commander Frolov: - Are you crazy or what?! Started singing songs on the front! They even walk hand in hand, like at the resort, when the Germans are 70 meters away from them! Soon there will be an offensive, and they are singing songs. Walk to the trenches! – What do you mean, the Germans? - Girls whispered with wide open eyes. – What do you mean, 70 meters away from us? - They were puzzled, looking at each other. It seemed that fear and surprise paralyzed them, but, all of a sudden, as if on command, all of them started from their places. Having picked up their rifles, rolled up overcoats and woks, they rushed to the rear. The man in the officer uniform was so amazed that for a minute he stood as if he had been dug up. Then, when he woke up, he rushed to catch up with them in his car. - Damn you! - he shouted after them, - I will shoot! Fuck..., - but no threats affected them. Wth rattling pots, the girls ran in front of the car, afraid to look back. Finally, Frolov did catch up with the runners, and with the shouts of foul language he tried to explain that this is what they were trained for in the sniper school. To beat the enemy. And to cheer up the quiet girls he added: - Soon the help should come - sailors. We are waiting any minute. So you need to withstand just the first onslaught of the enemy - and smirking, added - Devil! It's been about 15 minutes. Everybody was standing in their combat positions, waiting for the attack. Zoya was standing near the machine gun with her partner Dusey Poly (from Armavir; dead). Soon the first shots were heard: the Germans launched an offensive. For half an hour they kept this piece of land under the Kurchanskaya village, only 20 young girls, who had to shoot people for the first time in their lives. The fascists did not even know who stood up to them. After 30 minutes of fierce fighting, which is not so little as it may seem at first glance, they were helped by the sailors of the 83rd Marine Brigade. Together, our troops managed to turn the enemy to escape. The first baptism of fire of the girls took place without losses. After that, the fear retreated, giving way to the belief in victory. All who distinguished themselves in this battle were given awards. Zoya was also among them. Her first medal "For Merit in Combat. The days went by... Zoya and her friends continued to fight. In June, having received another order, she went on a mission with her friend and partner Dusei. The day was sunny and did not foreshadow anything bad. Zoya and her friend, as usual, lay down in a disguised trench. Rifles with telescopic sight were installed... A grasshopper's chirp was heard from golden dandelions and green grass. The sound poured out like a murmuring stream. And suddenly the grasshopper was silent, as if something had frightened him. At the same moment. A gunshot rang in their ears to the point of pain. Zoya fell down. Dusia, with a desperate cry, rushed to her: - Zoya!!! The dark-haired girl hardly opened her eyes. She was dizzy and everything blurred into one colorful spot. A sharp pain in her right chest made her close her eyes again... She woke up in a hospital near Anastasievskaya Stanitsa. A serious wound forced Zoya to lie in bed for two months. Once, when she was on the mend and could walk, the hospital brought gifts to the sick: pencils, paper, fruits and vegetables. The head doctor, who received gifts from the villagers, said: - And we have one girl sniper among the wounded. The guests asked permission to get acquainted with her. How surprised they were to see Zoya, their farmer. There were tears in everyone's eyes. Zoya's mother's best friend was also among those who came. They talked for a long time, shared news and worries, and before they left, Zoya asked: - Do not tell my mother that I am wounded. Don't make her worry, and when I recover, I will write to her about everything. Soon she recovered and got back to her unit - the 83rd Marine Brigade. They were transferred to Ukraine, and after a while Zoya was wounded again, now in her right hand (exit bullet wound) at the battle of Stalin (Donetsk). Having got to the hospital, she stayed there for about a month. After that she was sent to the reserve regiment. But she did not have to fight anymore. Autumn came. The days were getting colder and colder. And this morning was also no exception. The clouds thickened in the sky and promised to rain. But, in spite of that, Zoey's mood was wonderful. Around noon the chief of the train (10-76), Vusiker Arkady, came to their regiment. With the commander's consent, he chose two girls: Zoya and Vera, and took them to the San Train. From that day Zoya became a nurse, and the "flying" san-train became her new home. Their train took the wounded directly from the front to take the sick to the rear. Of course, they were not passenger coaches, but only teplushka coaches, but the girls tried their best to relieve the soldiers not only physical but also mental suffering. - Well, dear, be patient a little more, - Zoya persuaded the young soldier, changing the bandage on a shattered leg. - And why did I only stay alive," the guy wrinkled, "now I will never be able to walk! - You will, you will, dear, but the doctor will repair you a little, and you will be able to dance, - comforted the nurse in a white kerchief with a red cross, finishing the bandage. - Nurse," A voice was heard from the far corner of the teplusha, "let me have a drink. She hurriedly took a mug with water and leaned over the wounded man. Dry lips stuck to the aluminum dishes. - Take your time, take your time," Zoya whispered, supporting the dark-moustached man. When he had enough, she asked: - Well, how is the shoulder? Does it still hurt a lot? - Yes, it was nothing, - the fighter answered as indifferently as he could, and immediately added, - Sis, sing, eh? - Shh, shh, shh. You need peace, so rest. - Zoenka, sing, please. – the soldiers began to ask from all sides. - You know, when you sing, we get better faster. - Well, okay, but don't make any noise, it's bad for you to be nervous. And her wonderful voice was pouring Russian song on the carriage. And the soldiers, closing their eyes, imagined the faces of the dear ones and painfully familiar yards and houses, where they once ran as children. Some quietly sang along, looking at the clear eyes of the singing girl. Quickly, like birds, week after week flew by. And already at the end of July, the train in which Zoya now worked, stopped in the village "Good Morning", in Sevashi. Having loaded 900 wounded people, the train moved. But kust as they left the station, fascist planes appeared in the air. The bombing started. Bombs exploded everywhere. All 900 wounded and 70 service personnel froze in tension. Suddenly, one of the bombs hit the train... Screams and moans filled the air. The explosions were falling like hail. The train caught fire. When the planes flew away and the smoke dispersed, a terrible picture opened to the eyes. There was only wreckage left from the train... only 20 wounded and 7 of the staff survived. Zoe was lucky this time, or almost lucky. By a miracle, she was thrown into the funnel by an explosive wave... After that, it was hard to call the girl's knees knees, they were continuous wounds... Soon a rescue train arrived, which picked up all those who survived. All medals (for combat services and for bravery), documents and things - all burned. Of course, it was a shame, but the most important thing was that she was alive again. After the bombing, the remaining personnel were sent to Engels, to form a new train rank. For a whole month, the girls cleaned, painted, in general, repaired the carriages left from other broken trains. To the delight of the medical staff, they got a good - four-axle cars. Now they could carry the wounded not in teplushki, but in convenient passenger coaches. It all took place on the bank of the Volga River. The railway, on which their train stood, passed directly above this mighty, dark blue river. A narrow path ran along the earthen cliff, which was covered with green grass and weeds... It was this barely noticeable path, and girls ran to the cherished river to bathe. It was an ordinary summer day. The girls, having finished work, were sitting and resting. A young dark-haired guy came up to them. -Hello, girls! - he winked at them. -Hello, hello Slava. Did you manage to do your job already? Slava Lubimenko was an electrician on their train, although before that he had already managed to visit the front. But after his wound, he was also sent to the San Train. - Finished. Are you admiring the Volga? Yes, a beautiful river is spreading out. She's so good! I grew up on the Volga, I swim like a fish. - Just like a fish," laughed the girls. - Why are you laughing? I swim better than all of you combined! - Really?" Zoya doubted. - You mean you can swim," smiled Slavka. - I can. I grew up in Kuban. – What is Kuban ... the Volga - that's right, - he said, looking at the blue distance. - The Volga is really a great river, but it does not mean that you swim better than others," Zoya was not inferior. - Well, let bet then! - the guy got angry. - Let's see who swims the Volga back and forth faster. Are you weaker? - No, not weaker. What do you want to bet on? - Whatever you want to bet on! – The hero got emotional. - Then let’s bet on wheat porridge and candy, - the girl's eyes shone when she imagined these delicacies. - I agree! The guy quickly ran down the path directly to the river. Zoya followed him. - Hey! What are you, crazy? Stop it now! - the girls screamed to them from upstairs. But nothing could stop them anymore. Overcoming the rapid flow of the mighty river, they were swimming to the opposite shore. Terrified girls rushed to call the chief of the train. - They would sink! They must be rescued! Everyone, from the boss to the cook, ran to the slope. They saw a young girl and a young guy swimming back, swimming, overcoming the powerful streams of dark water. Suddenly, someone noticed that Slava began to lag behind... then, for a moment, he disappeared from sight - the water overflowed him and everyone froze in terror. But then, his head appeared again above the surface of the river. It was obvious that the "fish" was already floating out of its last strength. - Zoya! - one of the girls screamed, - Slava is sinking! The girl turned around and saw him, barely waving his hands. Having swam up to him, she whispered: - Grab onto me ... The rest of the river, and it was a little less than half, Zoya no longer tried to overcome as quickly as she had tried before, she just rescued her comrade. On the slope, the crowded people watched their every movement. The commander was continuously watching what was happening through binoculars. Finally, the danger passed, and Zoya, together with the sailor, came to the shore. Everybody rushed to embrace them, although they had not had time to. - Zoya, come to me immediately," Vusiker Arkady said strictly. - And he went towards the train. Having changed clothes, the girl did not dare enter the commander's office. - Did you call? - Are you out of your mind! - the tall, slender man in military uniform exploded immediately- you could have drowned! You can't do that! You, you... you must not disrupt discipline. Because of you, a man could have died. I will put you in the brig for that! Zoya stood silently, and only her black thick eyelashes began to blink more often. The commander was walking from corner to corner. Finally, he stopped and looked at the culprit. Wet curls fell on the girl's shoulders and she seemed so defenseless... - Well, you will not go to the brig, but for this you will work for me day and night. Do you understand? - That's right! - Zoya said in the soldier's style. She didn’t get on the brig, as the commander promised. But Slavka Lyubimenko paid with porridge and sweets... The spring breeze caressed her face and, as if playing, blew around the girl's wavy hair. The sun was shining brightly on this day as never before and the soul rejoiced with it. - Eh, girls, something very good will surely happen today, said Zoya and her lips, like scarlet roses, blossomed in a smile. The new train, in which they worked now, was approaching the railway station in one of Prague's suburbs. Zoya and her friend Katya jumped off the train and ran to the station. There were people crowding and shouting and crying, and some women were tearing their hair off. Not understanding what was happening, they asked: - What happened? - The war is over!!! - Victory!!! - Victory! - Victory! - The war is over! - Hooray!!! From all sides people began to shout joyfully. All hugged and congratulated each other. The friends also hugged and cried, only now they were tears of joy and happiness. Here is the long-awaited VICTORY. - Let's run quickly, we have to tell our friends... Having learned that the war was over, the chief of the train grabbed the girls from happiness and began to circle them aaround. - Victory!!! Other nurses and wounded men, who could walk, came out of the train... Everybody shouted, kissed, cried and laughed, sang songs and danced. And Zoya, whispered to her friend: "I told you that something very good would happen today.

Military doctor A.L. Noskov (456th Infantry Regiment of the 109th Rifle Division of Independent Coastal Army) and nurses Medvedeva and Morozova are receiving patients at the Balaklava first-aid post.

Delivery and treatment of the wounded in the field medical battalion near Sevastopol.

Faina Ivanovna Tsareva (Galafeeva), was born in 1921 in the village of Peschanoe, Pudozh district of the Karelian Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic. (In July 2013, the village will be 450 years old!) In 1938, she graduated with honors from a medical college, specializing as a paramedic-midwife. She worked in Velikaya Niva as the head of a paramedic station, then in the village of Shunga Zaonezhie in the district maternity hospital, from where, after the rally, she left among the first volunteers to the front.

Chikobava Ivan Vissarionovich Chikobava Ivan Vissarionovich, born in 1910, in 1941-1942 - military doctor of the 1st rank, Director of Hygiene of the 386th Rifle Division of Independent Coastal Army.

Chikhladze Nadezhda Georgievna, born in 1908, in 1941-1942 - military doctor of the 3rd rank, head of laboratory of the 474th Health Support battalion of the 386th Rifle Division of Independent Coastal Army.

Rank: Petty Officer. Type of troops: Artillery. Subdivision: 44th Mountain Rifle Kiev Red Banner Division named after N.A.Shchors. Petty officer-sanitary instructor Kosolapov I.N. took part in hostilities from 24.06.1941. as part of 468 Heavy Artillery Regiment, attached to the 44 mountain rifle division of the 13 rifle corps of the 12 army of the Southwestern Front. After sending the gunners to re-form, he fought in the rifle units of the 44th Guards Rifle Division and 78th Motor Rifle Battalion. Among the group of fighters of the 44th Guards Rifle Division, he was nominated for the Order of the Red Star. Awarded the rank of military assistant (junior lieutenant of the medical service). 04-06 August 1941, as part of the shock battalion, an attempt was made to get out of the encirclement from the village. High in the northwest direction. On August 09, 1941, being wounded and shell-shocked, he was taken prisoner. He was kept in prisoner of war camps in Novgrad-Volynsky, Helm, Malkhin and others. He worked with other prisoners of war on the lands of Baron G. Hoffmaster in northern Germany. Cleared the city of Hamburg after the Allied bombing. Liberated by the Red Army on April 10, 1945. After checks, he fought until the end of hostilities in units of the 8GA. Demobilized in August 1946. He worked as a paramedic, head of a district hospital in the village. Mutnitsa Komi ASSR, head of the health department of the Letsky region of the Komi ASSR, in various positions in the Central Regional Hospital of the Priluzsky region in the village. Ob'yachevo. Awarded with medals "For the Defense of Kiev", "For Merit in Labor" and others. Awarded the title "Excellence in Public Health of the USSR".

Title: Military doctor of the 1st rank .Type of troops: Military medical personnel Subdivision: 311th Infantry Dvina Red Banner Order of the Suvorov Division Erofeev Ivan Efimovich was born in the village of Elshanka, Syzran district of Simbirsk province in 1896 in a peasant family of one-man villagers. Russian. Father - Erofeev Efim Yegorovich, mother - Agafya Alexandrovna. Ivan Efimovich was the eldest in the family, besides him there were 5 more brothers and 2 sisters. In 1906 he graduated from the 2nd grade of a rural school. In 1910, the whole family moved, according to the Stolypin reform, to Siberia to the Tomsk province of the Scheglovsky district, the village of Bormotovo (later in the area of ​​the Promyshlennaya village of the Kemerovo region), where the property allotment was doubled. He began working at the age of 15 as a worker at a dairy factory with an entrepreneur Babushkin in the village of Okunevka, which was 3 km from the village of Bormotovo. In 1915, together with other Siberians, he was drafted into the army and sent to the fields of the First World War in the 118th Shuisky regiment, in which he served as an ordinary soldier. He returned home from the war in 1918 as a company paramedic. The severance of relations with his family and the civil war changed his life ... In 1919 he was mobilized by Kolchak, where he served for several months as a company paramedic in the local hospital. Near Sverdlovsk, the white army retreated, and the entire infirmary went over to the side of the Reds, where he was enlisted as a medical officer in the 2nd battalion of the 185th separate brigade of the 5th army from where in 1920 the brigade was sent to Ukraine to fight banditry. In 1921 he joined the party. In 1922 he graduated from the Kiev military paramedic school, from where he was seconded to the Zhitomir Volgubpogranotryad, where in 1923 he met Olga Stepanovna Ginko, whom he later married. After graduating from the workers' faculty in 1924, he entered the Leningrad Military Medical Academy named after S.M. Kirov, where he was taught by the Nobel laureate Professor Ivan Petrovich Pavlov himself. After graduating from the Academy, from 1929 until the beginning of the Second World War, he worked in positions from junior to senior doctor in various military districts of the USSR. He has two sons, Vladilen and Yuri. He met the war in Kirov, being a military doctor of the 1st rank in the position of head of the school of sanitary instructors. On the first day, he told his family: "The war will be long and difficult, not less than four or five years." In July-August 1941, appointed early. dignity a miracle in the 311 rifle division that was being formed in Kirov ... My great-grandfather did not say anything about the war, especially since the 311 rifle division immediately fell into a meat grinder in the Pskov and Leningrad regions, where it fought for a long time in the forests and swamps, getting surrounded and leaving it, and then unbearable frosts began ... We know that he was twice shell-shocked, where his dugout was miraculously dug out by an orderly ... Those who survived December 1941 and January-February 1942 will remember this forever ... After the concussions he was transferred to the sanitary department of the 54th Army, and later became the head of evacuation hospitals Nos. 1991 and 3 on the Leningrad and Volkhov fronts, which were located in the city of Volkhov, where he served from 1942 to 1944. In 1944, when Ukraine was completely liberated and needed a quick restoration, evacuation hospitals from prisoners of the Germans began to be organized, the leadership of which was given to an experienced professional military. These included the evacuation hospital No. 6011, which was located in the city of Rubezhnoye and Lieutenant Colonel Ivan Efimovich Erofeev was appointed its chief. For the proper fulfillment of duties to restore the city of Rubezhnoe and control over prisoners of war, he was awarded the Orders of Lenin and the Red Banner. After he was the head of the likes of Ruzhansky, special. hospitals No. 6027 and No. 2993 in the cities of Gorlovka and Berdichev, where he was also awarded the Orders of Lenin and the Red Banner. In addition, he has medals "For the Defense of Leningrad", "For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-45" and "30 Years of the Soviet Army and Navy." After the war, he retired to the reserve by age in 1954. He died in 1958 and was buried at the Grebenskoye cemetery in the city of Shchelkovo, Moscow Region.

Division: 339th rifle Rostov-Taman Brandenburg Red Banner division of the Suvorov order. Gulsum served in the 339th rifle Taman Red Banner division. For several days without sleep and rest, she provided assistance to the wounded who were participating in the liberation of Kuban from the fascist "demons", for which she was awarded the medal "For Military Merit". "A disciplined, efficient surgeon, who was energetic and indefatigable while providing qualified assistance..." – this is how the twenty-seven-year-old Gulsum was described in the award list of September 24, 1943. In 1944, during the division's landing on the Kerch Peninsula, my great-grandmother was in the front group. Under enemy artillery and mortar fire, she provided surgical assistance. During the division's liberation of Crimea, Gulsum saved the lives of three thousand wounded soldiers. For this feat, she was awarded the order of the Red Star. More than once, Gulsum's life was at risk, but she had never abandoned her position of a military surgeon. So she remained during the crossing of the Oder river, when she provided surgical assistance under open fire. "Comrade Kostrova proved to be an experienced specialist and a calm, undaunted worker," and saved the lives of 190 Red Army soldiers. So it was on the night of January 13-14, 1945, when enemy artillery fire hit the location of the medical unit. The roof of the tent, where my great-grandmother was performing surgery, was riddled with shards. But Gulsum was not frightened and continued to help the wounded soldiers. "With her exemplary efficiency, comrade Kostrova inspired the team, contributing to high-quality treatment of the wounded." Gulsum Suleymanovna was awarded a valiant award - the order of the Patriotic War of the II degree for her fearlessness, courage, and maternal care for the wounded soldiers. And in the victorious May of 1945, she was awarded the medal "For the Defense of the Caucasus" by the Hero of the Soviet Union, Guards’ Commander of the 339th rifle division of Taman, Major General Gavriil Tarasovich Vasilenko.

Siberians are truly heroic Soviet warriors, great patriots of our homeland, loyal to their country. In the places where Siberians worked, I could always be sure that they would perform the task assigned to them with honor and military valor. So it was, throughout the great Patriotic War. Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Zhukov - what do you think these words mean? You must have imagined a soldier in bloodstained clothes, with a machine gun in his hands. But what about those who worked away from the action making weapons necessary to attack the enemy? What about the young girls who treated the wounded, who saw blood for the first time in their lives? What about the little boys who worked tirelessly in factories? The war came to every home, stole thousands of lives, sparing no one ... Yes, from every home a son, a father, a husband went to war... I want to tell you how the war came to our home. In 1941, my great-great-grandfather, Pavel Fedorovich Zolotukhin, left the village of Shcherbak in the Tyumen region for the frontlines. The whole family was grieving. But my great-grandmother, Olga Pavlovna Kozlova (Zolotukhina), strong-willed. This seventeen-year-old girl decided to help her homeland and be closer to her father. She decided and did so! At the age of 18, she went to Tyumen to medical school. In 1942, she graduated and became a nurse. There is always a need for nurses during war because the number of victims was huge! The doctors were not enough. She was sent to a hospital in Omsk. The young girl's heart was ripped to pieces by the suffering and pain of other people, but despite this, she continued to fulfill her duty to her motherland. My great-grandmother served in the hospital for two years, saving the wounded. In 1944, she was called up for service in the Far East, where there was a war with Japan. My great-grandmother was 21 years old. The 2nd division consisted mostly of military aviation. My great-grandmother was an ordinary soldier. Together with other fragile girls, she carried heavy ammunition and shells, and hung bombs onto military planes. My great-grandmother would recount: "The climate in the Far East is very harsh, there was not enough warm clothes. The food was poor: soup made on water and a piece of bread. In winter, our hands would freeze to the iron ammunition. Sometimes we were able to sleep only 3 hours a day… Despite this, no one complained… Everyone did everything they could to not just survive but win!" At the frontlines, my great-grandmother, a real Siberian, met my great-grandfather soldier Ivan Illarionovich Kozlov. In 1945, when the war ended, they returned from the front as one family. My great-grandmother devoted many more years of her life to medicine, helping people. For her fearlessness and selflessness, for her courage and bravery, my great-grandmother has the following awards: the medals "For the Victory over Germany" and "For the Victory over Japan". Unfortunately, my great-grandmother died in 2010, at the age of 87. We miss her. Heroes could be very different. In our family – the hero was a young, but very brave, selfless girl - Olga. How many soldiers did she save?.. I am proud that my family contributed to the Victory, to the history of my country!

He was born on June 3, 1876 in the village of Kamenka, Nizhnelomovsky district of Penza province in a poor family. He studied at Kamensk primary school. In 1904, at the height of the Russian-Japanese war (1904-1905), he volunteered for a medical team, and, under fire, carried out the wounded from the battlefield. He participated in the suppression of outbreaks of typhus, smallpox, scarlet fever. In 1906, the medical faculty of the University of Yuriev (Tartu) awarded Burdenko the diploma of "Doctor with Honors". Like many students, Burdenko shared the revolutionary mood of the time, participated in gatherings and demonstrations. In 1909, he defended his dissertation and in 1910 held the position of assistant professor of the Department of Surgery at his university. Since 1917, Burdenko has been an ordinary professor at the faculty surgical clinic. At the beginning of the First World War, he worked as a consultant surgeon for various fronts of the active army, participated in the creation of field hospitals and dressing and evacuation centers, and operated on the wounded. Burdenko drew up the first Provision on the Military Health Service of the Red Army; he took care of the necessary medicines and equipment for military doctors. In 1924, he became the superintendent of the surgical clinic of Moscow State University, and in 1929 - the superintendent of the neurosurgical clinic at the X-Ray Institute, on the basis of which the Central Neurosurgical Institute (now the Burdenko Institute of neurosurgery in Moscow) was established in 1934. In the first days of the Great Patriotic War, Burdenko was appointed chief surgeon of the Red Army and personally inspected hospitals. The collected material formed the basis of his teaching on battle wounds. Being at the head of the team of doctors, he tested and introduced new drugs for wide use in frontline hospitals: streptocide, sulfidine, penicillin. In 1939, Burdenko became an academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences. In 1941, when crossing the Neva river, Burdenko was bombed and suffered a concussion. After returning from the war, he continued to work, but as a result of his concussion, he suffered two consecutive brain hemorrhages, and in the summer of 1946, a third. He died on November 11, 1946 in Moscow.

Galina Setova was born in 1922. By the beginning of the Great Patriotic War Galina was eighteen years old, she worked as a medical assistant, country doctor. Immediately after graduating from medical school, she was sent to work in a remote village near Vologda, where there were people who did not even know what a thermometer was. On the first day of the war, as a conscript, she put on a military uniform and was sent along with the hospital where she worked to the Leningrad Front. Almost the entire staff of that hospital that was from Vologda. The hospital was located near Luga. When the hospital was surrounded, Galina was given an evacuation list and sent to Leningrad with a group of walking wounded. The trip itself turned out to be very difficult, which she remembered later all her life. Seventeen days passed. They moved mostly at night. "The heat is terrible. The wounds are rotting. There are no bandages or medications. There was no food, and the Germans were moving on the roads already. We didn't even make fires," Galina recalled. When they were in Leningrad, they couldn't take off their boots, so had to cut them open, because their feet were so swollen. The hospital was located on the bypass canal. Galina served there until the evacuation in January 1943. In the spring of 1942, she, together with all the people of Leningrad, cleared the city. Galina Sedova graduated from the Medical Assistant College with a red diploma, which gave her the right to enter the Institute without exams. But first the plight of the family, then the war, marriage and children served as insurmountable obstacles for entering the Institute. But she was a very good medic. First, she was able to apply her knowledge, which she multiplied all her life in countless courses; second, she had empathy for patients, and third, she had a trait inherent in most good women - the desire to save lives. There were many saved lives of Leningrad residents and wounded soldiers by the staff of the hospital and by Galina personally. Only in January 1943, when there was a partial break in the siege of Leningrad, Galina was able to go to Vologda. This information was provided by the veteran's granddaughter, Chief of the Public Relations Department of the Investigation Committee of Russia S. Petrenko.

Rank: Sergeant Major _x000D_ Military Medical Personnel _x000D_ _x000D_ Salamatov Pyotr Ivanovich, born in 1913, was drafted to the front in June 1941 from the village of Preobrazhenka, Malmyzhsky district, Kirov region. During the Great Patriotic War, he served at the front as a Starshina Medical Orderly. He went through the entire war with valor, helping his comrades to survive. _x000D_ Newspapers wrote about him more than once:“During the combat, Medical Orderly Comrade Salamatov received an order:“Immediately transport the wounded soldiers across the G. River and deliver them to a medical center. Comrade Salamatov fulfilled the combat order with honor. He also prepared a good meal for the wounded Red Army soldiers in the nearest settlement. As soon his comrades ewere refreshed with food, he promptly evacuated them to the medical center”(from newspaper articles of that time). _x000D_ In another battle, the Medical Orderly had to replace the wounded paramedic.“Under heavy enemy fire and bombing from the air, a brave Medical Orderly carried 35 wounded Red Army soldiers with their arms from the combat field, (later in the article“The Brave and the Fearless”P. I. Salamatov's effort was mentioned as he carried out 93 wounded from the combat field). _x000D_ The government highly appreciated the combat deeds of the brave Medical Orderly.“Comrade P.I. Salamatov awarded the Order of the Red Star. Guard military assistant Vasiliev. " He saved the lives of many people, returned the families of their loved ones and relatives, helped bring the Victory closer and liberate Europe from Nazi Germany. _x000D_ In April 1945, Pyotr Ivanovich, together with other soldiers, made a breakthrough of the German defense on the Oder River, which was covering Berlin from the East, and entered the German capital Berlin, for which he was thanked. During his military service, my great-grandfather was awarded the medal "For Courage", the Order of the Red Star, the Order of the Patriotic War of the II degree and the medal "For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945." _x000D_ After the end of the war, Pyotr Ivanovich graduated from the Urzhum regional School of Kolkhoz Chairmen in April 1946 and worked for the rest of his life as a Kolkhoz Chairman in the village of Preobrazhenka in the Kirov region, and raised agriculture in the postwar years. _x000D_ What helped my ancestors survive in those hard years? I think they believed in the bright future of our state, lived and worked to make life easier for us. These were not only physically strong people, but also people with great enthusiasm, strong spirit, and unshakable faith in the best.