Military medical service

FULL NAME: Mikhaleva (Fedulova) Lyudmila Vasilyevna LAST NAME: Mikhaleva (Fedulova) FIRST NAME: Lyudmila PATRONYMIC: Vasilyevna CITY: Troitsk, Chelyabinsk region DATE OF BIRTH: 07.10.1918 DATE OF DEATH: 27.01.2002 HISTORY: Mikhaleva (Fedulova) Lyudmila Vasilyevna, participant of the Great Patriotic War was born on 07.10.1918 in Troitsk, Chelyabinsk region. When the war started, she had just graduated from the Perm Medical Dental Institute and was assigned to work in the city of Izhevsk, Udmurt ASSR. Then she was called to the military service as a senior Lieutenant of the medical service to the front( from 30.04.1942). She served at the Ukrainian front, from April 1944 - at the 1st Belorussian front and ended the war as part of the 2nd Guards tank army. She worked in evacuation hospitals of the active army. She had to be a surgeon, a therapist and a gynecologist. Lyudmila Vasilyevna Mikhaleva was in charge of the department for receiving and providing medical care to the wounded. She provided qualified assistance to everyone, carefully cared for the wounded with no rest, made bandages and complex operations. She did not leave the wounded for days, forgetting about sleep and food. There were a lot of wounded. The Nazis bombed everything that came across, often the trains were under fire. The women were very scared. But despite all the hardships of wartime, they believed in victory. During the war, she met her love and fate, married a military doctor-Ivan Grigoryevich Fedulov and lived happily with him all her life. Sh received awards: order of the Red star - 1944, order of the Patriotic War II degree – in 1945 and the medal "For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945" in 1985. In 1964 she moved to Troitsk, Moscow region, where she worked as a dentist first in the Children's cardiologic sanatorium No. 20, and then as a dentist in Troitsk clinic.

Demchenko (Okuncov) Antonina Yakovlevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Branch of the armed forces: Military medical staff. Before the war, Antonina graduated from the eighth grade in Leningrad, immediately got to the labor front-helped dig ditches in the city. Then, after moving to her parents in the village of Zhiletovo, she worked on the construction of a military airfield near Kaluga. After three difficult months of the occupation worked in the harvesting of timber for military purposes. In the fall of 1942, Antonina takes the oath of office and becomes a nurse in the operating Department of the hospital. A few months later - enrollment in accelerated auto courses near Moscow and three months later-combat training with a military driver. And then - independent work: Antonina in the column brings ammunition to the front and evacuates the wounded. For a while, she becomes the Komsomol Secretary of the autobatallion. For participation in carrying out a column with ammunition to the front, which was in dire need of shells, she received the medal "for military merit". Antonina ended the war in Romania. During the war, Antonina's brother Anatoly Yakovlevich Okuntsov was killed at the front. And in 1946, after returning from the front, his second brother, Alexey Yakovlevich Okuntsov, died of war wounds (before the war he worked as an architect in Kaluga). My parents have only one daughter left: Catherine, Antonina, Nadezhda (Vera died during the war from tuberculosis). In the postwar years Okuncov Antonina Yakovlevna worked on the car, and later as a typist. She lived in Ukraine and the North Caucasus. 20.01.1953 year married Demchenko Nikolai Fedorovich (military pilot) (their Union is registered near Zhytomyr). She gave birth to two daughters. The third daughter was born in Kaluga. And again, hard work on a cargo scooter at the Kaluga plant of automotive electrical equipment, then-delivered products to kindergartens. And in the second half of the 60s Antonina gets a job as a taxi driver. People in difficult situations, whom she met on her life's path, always tried to help with shelter, food, advice, everything she could. In retirement, she helped raise five granddaughters, one grandchild, and later a great-granddaughter and great-grandchildren. She always fed the little ones and the older ones berries, vegetables and fruits from her dacha plot. When asked about my health, I always answered: "I Don't let myself dry up!" Always an optimist and a kind and sympathetic person! Eternal memory to the generation of winners! We remember! We love it! We take an example from you!

Drabovich Ustin Petrovich_x000D_ _x000D_ Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Drabovich Ustin Petrovich left for the front on June 24, 1942,and in early 1943 he received a funeral. It stated that U. p. Drabovich went missing in December 1942. He was only in the war for six months, and the last letter received from him in December 1942 was without a return address. In the Central archive of the defense Ministry, the document specifying losses (Annex 6) indicates that Drabovich Ustin p., private, nurse, member of the CPSU(b), 1906 birthday, without specifying the meta of birth, were missing, and also the name of the recipient funerals - his wife Drabovich Anna Pavlovna, staying in the Tomsk region, Pyshkina Trinity Ezhinskaya rural district Council Zarechny settlement. Drabovich U. P. was a member of the collective farm. Zhdanova since 1934, had 2 classes of education, was an economic person: built a house, had a household: a cow, a netel, pigs and sheep (from materials on the economic book of pre-war times). After receiving the funeral, his wife for a long time hoped and waited for her soldier, did not believe in his death. And along with her and his children: three daughters and a son Vladimir (my grandmother's father). But the miracle did not happen, she and her children were destined to live the rest of the military, and later peaceful life without him. The name of drabovich Ustin Petrovich is included in the book Of memory of tomichs who gave their lives in the defense of the Fatherland. (Thom.I Annex 8). Although the book shows an undocumented year of birth.

Dvukhsherstnov Vladimir Georgievich_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Paramedic. Branch of the armed forces: Military medical staff. My grandfather, Vladimir Georgievich Dvukhsherstnov, was born in the village of Ulanovo in the Medynsky district of the Kaluga region. There were six children in the family – three brothers and three sisters. He was the eldest. Before the war, he graduated with honors from the Kaluga zootechnical technical school and worked as a zootechnician in Tarus. Then he was drafted into the army and sent to study at the Kiev military medical school, graduated in early July 1941, and was sent to Moscow as a military paramedic in the cavalry corps of General Dovator, who participated in the defeat of the Nazis near Moscow. For the courage and heroism shown by the cavalrymen near Moscow, the Dovator corps received the right to be called the guards. During the great Patriotic war, the cavalry corps made raids up to 100 km behind enemy lines, while it destroyed the fascists, their equipment, weapons and food depots, and deprived them of communication. The enemy panicked and retreated. My grandfather took part in horse scouting raids and told me how obedient the horses were. They were as quiet as humans. My grandfather said that they are very sensitive animals and great helpers to people. They had to hide in the scouting, and the horses and men lay quietly in the snow. It was cold, and the horses warmed the people. During heavy fighting, my grandfather not only fought, but also carried out the wounded from the battlefield, provided them with first aid, and worked in a field hospital. The guards cavalry corps, in which my great-grandfather served, traveled thousands of military kilometers from Moscow to Berlin. Great-grandfather was lucky in the war: in all the years of the war, he lost seven horses, and he was never wounded. For courage and bravery, my great-grandfather was awarded two orders of the red star, two medals "for military merit", medals" for the defense of Moscow"," for the liberation of Warsaw"," for the capture of Berlin","for the victory over Germany". After the war, my grandfather continued to serve in the Soviet Army, graduated from the Omsk military medical school and became a dentist. After the end of the service, he returned to Kaluga and until his last days worked in the clinic of the Kaluga turbine plant, where patients called him "our real Aibolit"for his kind heart and Golden hands.Everyone remembers him as a cheerful and hardworking person.

Doschinskaya Olga Petrovna_x000D_ _x000D_ The subject of my essay was not chosen by chance. Since childhood, I have heard many unique stories from my great-grandmother about distant and near relatives during the great Patriotic war. The family archive has preserved many documents and diary entries, orders and medals of my relatives. Last year, unfortunately, I lost my great-grandmother Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya, who was a witness of those times. I set a goal – to collect everything together, to systematize the material, to show the contribution of my ancestors to the defeat of fascism. Before me, my mother Nadezhda Chernyshova did this. I decided to continue my research on the genealogy of the Doschinsky, Serpukhov, and Chernyshov families. When writing the work, I visited the Krasnodar military enlistment office, where I was given the characteristics and certificates of veterans of the great Patriotic war Nadezhda Petrovna and Sergey Pavlovich Serpukhov. I had to work with the diary entries of my great-great-grandmother Nadezhda Petrovna Serpukhova. Three years ago, when I visited my great-grandmother Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya in Krasnodar when she was still alive, I recorded her memories of the life of relatives during the great Patriotic war. The work was quite long and painstaking. However, I believe that I did everything possible to restore the overall picture. I think that my research will help my descendants to re-comprehend the tragedy of the events of the 1940s, to study. There are fewer and fewer participants in the great Patriotic war-direct and direct creators of Victory, who bore on their shoulders the incredibly heavy burden of that harsh time: wounds and age take their toll. However, over time, people's interest in events more than seventy years ago does not weaken, but, on the contrary, increases. The military past appears as a time of great endurance and unparalleled heroism. The great cannot be forgotten. Time will never erase the great Patriotic war from the memory of generations. The years 1941-1945 were included in the biography of the Soviet people as heroic years, full of events of world-historical significance. They were a severe test of people's viability. For four years, gigantic battles continued on the Soviet-German front – the main front of the battle against fascism. It was here that the destinies and independence of the peoples of the earth and the future of all mankind were at stake. The Victory in the great Patriotic war was won at the cost of 20 million lives of Soviet people and the incredible effort of the physical and spiritual forces of the people of our country. The terrible and heroic years of the great Patriotic war are moving further into the past. But the memory of those who blocked the path of fascism and, having crushed its chosen hordes, defended their Fatherland and saved world civilization, will live forever in our grateful hearts of all progressive humanity. * * * My great-great-grandmother, Olga Petrovna Doschinskaya, born in 1926, lived in the city of Krasnodar. In 2019, at the age of 93, she died of natural causes. "When the war started," says great – great-grandmother Olya, " I was 15, my sister Nadia was 18, and Feodora was 19. Everyone submitted a voluntary application to the military enlistment office with a request to be sent to the front, but they did not take me and Nadia, because we were very small and thin. We lived in an orphanage that was destroyed, and my sister Nadia and I scattered to the huts of the population. I, Nadia and Fenya got to Baba Ganna, she still had four children, and her husband went to the front. The Germans entered, drove everyone out of their huts and houses, and began to select young girls and women to be taken to Germany to work. So, my older sister Feodora was sent to a concentration camp in the first weeks of the war and was a prisoner of war until 1945. In 1945, it was liberated by the Soviet Army. Nadya and I lived with Baba Ganna, who was often visited by partisans. All the children were sitting on a huge Russian stove, hiding from the Germans, and eating very sparsely, since all the pigs and chickens were taken by the Germans. One day an old teacher came and suggested that one of the children run to the forest to join the partisans in the Batki detachment. Nadezhda was the oldest and weakest, but she volunteered to go to the forest. It was winter, Nadia went to the forest and was able to find the signs of the squad, completed the task. I came home with a young partisan Sergey Serpukhov. All my youth, my sister and Sergey were scouts in a partisan detachment. Before the arrival of the Soviet Army in the village of Bronniki, where I lived, I occasionally helped my sister, but mostly on the farm Baba Ganna. We baked bread for the partisans and provided them with vegetables and fruits. And when our Soviet Army came, I went to work as a hospital nurse. With medical units I reached Berlin, I have orders and medals, many of them I took out from the battlefield, one of them, Ivan, I married. Now I live in the city of Krasnodar, still alive, but very ill, had seven operations. My sisters and their husbands are already dead. The military enlistment office gave them free marble monuments. How hard it was to live, scary and difficult! There are a lot of sick and injured people, there are not enough bandages, and there are almost no medicines. We operated in field tents under lamps, starved. The wounded were given at least some soup, and themselves – what remains. I still get goosebumps when I remember the terrible lacerations, inhuman torments and moans. Beautiful young men were dying; they didn't have time to bury them, and you would lock your teeth and bind up a handsome man who no longer had arms or legs, and his face was paralyzed. When I remember-everything is before my eyes, as it was yesterday. I still can't move away from this horror. Listen to this, great-grandchild. It's a shame that now, instead of a real story, young people are interested in detectives, mocking the Holy places. And we lived like this. As I said, the Soviet Army liberated our village of Broniki. I went to the hospital to help the sick. I was entrusted first to wash the floors, wash the bandages. Then I got used to it – reluctantly, I could hide my pain from the wounded, I stopped fainting at the sight of lacerations, huge pools of blood, and I was entrusted to do bandages, duty. Here I am on duty, I hear the moans of patients, and one-a very quiet and rare moan. I went to the patient-a young Lieutenant is lying, wincing from pain and does not look me in the eye, all burning – high temperature. I ran to find the doctor, to do this, we need to go around all the tents. Our doctor Nikitina Allochka could do everything, because she was an assistant to the famous doctor who was killed, Pavel Ivanovich Kolesnikov. He performed operations in a field tent, bullets whizzing around, and Pavel Ivanovich won't even blink an eye. Just look at us, and the horror takes, was not afraid of anything and kept discipline in strictness. A few days ago, a bomb fell directly into the tent with the red cross. Everyone died. Allochka and the other nurses and I were in other tents. With great difficulty, the remains of our dear Pavel Ivanovich's body were pieced together and buried with honor. All the wounded and seriously ill people were crying their eyes out. He saved all their lives, and he died as a hero. After that, our now-surgeon, Alla, began to perform operations. She was 30 years old, and we were 13-16 years old. We stayed there for about a month. Then they sent Nikolai Mefodyevich bulb to the place of the doctor. This doctor was almost like Pavel Ivanovich in everything-gray-haired, strict, did not spare himself, was always near patients, performed operations. So, I found Allochka, we quickly brought down the Lieutenant's temperature, made bandages and calmed down as best we could. Meanwhile, the fighting continued, the German retreated, and we followed our troops closely. I had to pull a lot of fighters out of the battlefield: I drag them like a bag, the man almost does not move, but says: "Leave me, little sister! You won't make it!" And I'm 1 meter 52 centimeters tall, small, skinny, I drag and cry, sit down, cry a lot, and again I drag on myself and drag. And there, near the hospital, they will notice me and help me, give me back and go back to the field for the wounded. So, I dragged a huge red-haired guy, gave it to him, and ran away. And the next day I sweep the floor, I hear a moan and a call: "Sister!", I quickly ran, I look-lies all in blood, the head is wounded, all bandages are stained with blood, and smiling says: "You are my fairy Savior!" So, it remained in my memory. Many people considered me their Savior, thanked me, offered my hand and heart, but this red-haired Ivan got into my heart. Already near Berlin, a red-haired soldier is being brought in, almost a corpse, and I immediately recognized him as the red-haired Ivan. Fate has brought us together again. Barely left him, and he went back to the front. We have already equipped a hospital and were not located in tents, but all in schools and in homes. But there was still a shortage of bandages, medicines, and food. Operations were performed live: in the teeth of a sick piece of wood, so as not to break the teeth from the pain. Tears choked, but it was forbidden to cry. We smiled and sang songs in the evenings. I was already an experienced, real nurse. I remember that on New year's eve they built a Christmas tree from an ordinary tree, decorated it with cotton wool, syringes, and patients made various toys from medical supplies. We even organized an evening of Amateur performances, which was attended by doctors, nurses, nurses, and patients. It was a lot of fun. As a gift to the sick, we sang songs and danced to the sound of spoons. The patients ' eyes shone and smiles appeared on their haggard faces. It was beautiful. But the fighting continued, explosions and gunfire were heard, and the German retreated reluctantly. Nurses and nurses washed bandages, rolled them up, and also washed the bed and clothes. Everyone got it, but we were healthy, young and very much believed in a happy future, in the victory of the Soviet people over fascism. And this faith helped us survive the war. As I remember now, there is a battle going on, the ground is "torn apart" from the explosions of bombs and shells. We, young girls who are not engaged in operations, crawled and climbed on this moaning, blood-soaked, with the roots of trees and bushes turned out, and searched, picked up, dragged on ourselves the crippled, already insensible fighters. A soldier lies with his eyes closed and moans, I tell him: "Kasatik, let's go! Get up, help me carry you!", and he can't hear or see anything from the concussion, his leg is broken. What to do? No time to think, I dragged him closer to the hospital. We fall, get up again, and he tries to help me with one of his legs and cries, saying: "I'm almost a corpse, leave me, maybe you can save someone else..." I cry and drag, there are a hundred meters left, now they have already seen me, helped me. And again, I'm on the front line, on the battlefield, for the next patient. And so, every day. A beautiful young soldier is lying there, holding his torn stomach with his hands, all the intestines are lying outside, but he is still alive. Reluctantly, I shoved the spilled entrails in, then carefully tied up his shirt so that I could pull him out alive. I hear the whoosh of bullets, I Crouch down, I already knew which bullet was flying past, and which was mine. But fate saved me from death. During the three years of the war, I was wounded seven times by shrapnel from a bullet or grenade. I had a lot of operations, as I earned by carrying the wounded, herniated spine and abdominal cavity. Already in Berlin, a fragment hit the spine. I thought I wouldn't go. The fragment was successfully removed, and I started walking again and helping my sisters. I look, my red-haired Ivan is lying-again all in bandages. We immediately recognized each other, met as family, and decided not to part again until the day we died. So, I got married. We lived in love and harmony for ten years. Then he died of his wounds, which never stopped whining. And I was left alone with my sores and memories.

Razuvanov Prokofiy Ivanovich_x000D_ _x000D_ Razuvanov Prokofiy Ivanovich was born on July 8, 1897 in the village of Selets, Krasninskyi district, Smolensk region. There was famine in the village and tuberculosis was rampant, so Prokofiy was sent to the city as a shoemaker's assistant to survive. Prokofiy Ivanovich fought since 1918, was discharged on June 7, 1947, having served in the army for 29 years. Passed the Finnish, civil and met the Great Patriotic War. Prokofiy Ivanovich loved horses from childhood, so he chose the profession of a veterinarian after graduating from medical school. When the war began, his daughter was in a children's camp near Odessa, and his wife, who had broken her leg before, went after her no matter what. The trip was difficult - the Nazis were near Odessa, but they met and returned home, falling under the bombing, just the two of them. In wartime, as a military doctor of the 2nd rank, Prokofiy Ivanovich was appointed head of the evacuation veterinary infirmary, where he provided care for wounded and sick horses. During the offensive battles of 1944, he carried out the evacuation of seriously wounded horses. As a result, 7,142 horses were evacuated and returned to service for the full complement of seven mounted divisions. Where it is not passed full complication , horses were transported to the constructed Prokofiy Ivanovich carts. For the organization of medical evacuation work, personal selfless work and uninterrupted supply of Army units, Prokofiy Ivanovich was awarded a High Government award - the order of the Patriotic War II degree 07.05.1945. And was also awarded the Order of Lenin, 30.04.1945, two orders of Red Star, 03.02.1943, 24.09.1944 and order of the red banner 03.11.1944, the medal "For Defense of Caucasus" 01.05.1944, medal "For Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945" 09.05.1945; medal "For Capture of Koenigsberg" 09.06.1945, the medal "For the Capture of Berlin" 09.06.1945. ⠀ His son Georgy Prokofyevich Razuvanov, born in 1924, graduated from the Junior Lieutenant course and was drafted into the army in 1942 as an eighteen-year-old boy. Junior Lieutenant, platoon commander of the 1213 anti-tank artillery regiment of the 3rd separate anti-tank artillery brigade of the RGC Georgy Prokofyevich Razuvanov reached Czechoslovakia and died of wounds in a hospital on 9.12.1944 at the age of 20. He was buried in Senets, the town in Slovakia.

Ryabokon (Khrabrova) Olga Ivanovna_x000D_ _x000D_ A simple girl Olga in 1939 graduated from the Pskov paramedic midwifery school and in 1940 already worked in a hospital. In the early morning of June 22, 1941, the war disturbed the peaceful sleep of the Motherland for many years. A deadly, soulless, treacherous war forever changed the fate of millions of people and its fate. On June 23, 1941, Olga Khrabrova, with the rank of "foreman", was called up to the ranks of the Workers 'and Peasants' red Army, where she became a nurse at the field mobile hospital No. 4315 of the NKO. Military-sanitary trains, making their way from the "boilers", the hottest places on the front line, took out a huge number of wounded soldiers. With other such young nurses, my grandmother helped to receive wounded red army soldiers at the stations. For days, along with doctors, nurses stood at operating tables. Often ambulance trains were shelled and bombed. My grandmother recalled how after a heavy sleepless night, she rested... she sat with her back pressed against the pillow. Suddenly, German planes flew in and the shelling started. My grandmother had barely time to get up from her seat when the pillow shattered into feathers and a bullet hit her. My grandmother was only seconds away from death. Everything was mixed up in dust and smoke. When the smoke cleared a little, nurses ran to the screams and moans, looking for survivors and trying to save the wounded. In 1945, she was demobilized, but on the instructions of the hospital command, she was sent by a senior nurse to a Sanatorium of the Highest Command staff in Landeck (Baden-württemberg, Germany). In that sanatorium in Landeck, my grandmother, Olga Ivanovna Khrabrova, and my grandfather, a pilot, Junior Lieutenant Alexey Ryabokon, who was recovering from injuries sustained as a result of a hard landing of a downed plane, met and fell in love with each other. In 1947, they got married and went to their grandfather's new place of service in Tbilisi. Where, in 1948, a happy young couple had a daughter, Agnes, my mother. After his grandfather was dismissed to the reserve, they moved to the city of Baku, where since 1949 he has been serving in the MGB in the 17th police Department of Ordzhonikidze district, as the head of the passport office. It wasn't possible to live a long, happy life and die in one day... In 1955, Alexey Ryabokon died of an illness caused by a war injury. From 1952 to 1979, my grandmother worked at The Bina airport in Baku in the regulatory Bureau. She was highly respected by her colleagues as the best employee and veteran of the Great Patriotic War. After the death of my grandfather, my grandmother lived a long 34 years, preserving love and loyalty to only one person, her Alyosha. She did not like to talk about what happened during the war years, and did not consider what she did in the war a feat. And she showed her medals only when she was strongly asked to do so. She said that she holds the awards in her hands and asks for forgiveness from those whom she did not save.

Ilya Vasilievich Voronov, Lieutenant. He was awarded with the Medal of Honor.

Shumeyko (Shapkarina) Anna Nikolaevna. Budapest, Hungary. April 5, 1945 "Dear beloved mother. This photo will remind you of my work. I'm sitting by the wounds. Major, I'm reading him a book. Memory in the days of the Patriotic War. Budapest. Hungary. 5/IV-45 Anya".

Rudyak Leonida Savvichna_x000D_ _x000D_ Military service: military medical staff. Rudyak Leonida Savvichna was born in 1922. When the war broke out, Leonida went to the military enlistment office and asked to be sent to the front, as she was working as a nurse and was liable for military service. After receiving a referral to Rostov-on-don, to a hospital, my grandmother saw with her own eyes what German shelling from planes and bombing were like, then she was slightly wounded, and lost several of her friends – young girls-nurses like her. Then she worked for a long time in a hospital in Astrakhan, where severely wounded soldiers were brought there. She had to work two shifts, and she didn't have enough food, clothes, and shoes. It was very difficult to be in a strange city in such conditions, far from the family. When the hospital moved closer to the front line, Leonida Savvichna had to live in dugouts in the woods near Stalingrad in the midst of a historic battle. She said that even at night it was light from the fire of exploding shells, and the roar was simply indescribable! During the war, Leonida Savvichna visited many cities. When her hospital came under the command of the Polish army, she even took part in the liberation of Poland from the Nazis, and received many orders and medals for her services in battle. According to Leonida's stories, she was very scared, she remembered that some images from the war times still stand before her eyes, as if everything was quite recent. This war left marks not only on her body, but also in her soul left a deep indelible mark. During this war, Leonida Savvichna met a beautiful young pilot Viktor Fomich, who later became her husband. They fell in love, but they had to fight in different cities, so they wrote letters to each other. Interestingly, when Viktor asked Leonida Savvichna what city she was in, and this was secret information, she answered something like this:"the First letter of the name of this city is the first letter of my sister's name, the second letter of the name of this city is the first letter of your mother's name... etc."

Rudenko Maria Dmitrievna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Foreman. Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Maria DMITRIEVNA RUDENKO was born on April 15, 1921 in Altai region, Znamensky district, village of the Donskoy. She lived in the village Lobanovo Danilovsky district of the Volgograd region. Member of the Komsomol since 1942 Called up to the red army in 1941. On the front since June 6, 1942, the Rank: Sergeant, then foreman of the medical service. Position: ward nurse of mobile field hospital No. 4185 in the 8th Guards Army. Awards: order of the Patriotic war II degree.(1985), medal "For defense of Stalingrad" (1943), medal "For military Merit" (25.06.1944 g), "For victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war 1941-1945" (1946), "Twenty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Thirty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Forty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war 1941-1945" "Fifty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Sixty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945», "Seventy years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", " Fifty years Of the armed forces of the USSR "(1968)," Sixty years of The armed forces of the USSR "(1978)," Seventy years of The armed forces of the USSR " (1988), Zhukov medal. From the award document of 1943 for the medal "for the defense of Stalingrad": "... medical service Sergeant Rudenko Maria Dmitrievna participated in the battle of Stalingrad from June 1942 to 02.02.1943. In July 1942, she worked in the Kalach area in the reinforcement group at the Mobile field Hospital-80 during massive enemy air raids." From the award list of November 20, 1943 for the medal "for military merit": "... Comrade Rudenko, during the deployment of the hospital on the right Bank of the Dnieper the village of Voiskovaya, worked from 27.10.1943 to 20.11.1943 alone, permanently, without sleep or rest, provided full implementation of doctor's appointments, care and feeding of 500 seriously wounded. For his dedicated service to the wounded since June 1942, she has received a number of verbal commendations and letters of thanks from the wounded. Worthy of the government award: the medal "for military merit". Head of PPG No. 4185: Nikonov". Memoirs of a veteran in 1975: "In 1941, she graduated from medical school and was drafted into the red Army, in a military mobile field hospital, which was formed in the city of Stalingrad. Our hospital was attached to the 62nd guard’s army under the command of General V. I. Chuikov. As part of the army, we went all the way from Stalingrad to Berlin. Our army participated in the liberation of Ukraine, Belarus, and Poland. Already on the territory of Germany, when crossing the Oder river, there were heavy battles. Our hospital was deployed 18 kilometers from Berlin, and we received soldiers who were wounded directly during the storming of the Nazi capital. A few words about our front-line life. During the fighting, we, the medics, sometimes she did not sleep for days, as the wounded came in a continuous stream, and they needed our help. I was an operating nurse. During the war, tens of thousands of our wounded soldiers passed through our mobile field hospital. And each of them had to be taken, washed of blood and dirt, given medical care, performed surgery and sent to the rear for treatment. When there were small breaks from fighting, we studied small arms-a rifle, a machine gun, a submachine gun. To ensure that, if necessary, each nurse can protect wounded soldiers. We also knew how to handle grenades. Despite the military actions, the hospital organized amateur performances. We organized concerts for the wounded: we sang, danced, and read poetry, trying to cheer them up and raise their spirits. And all in order for them to recover faster and return to service." The last battle of the military nurse of the Stalingrad hospital ended on May 9, 1945 in Berlin. Today, a resident of the city of Volzhsky, a war veteran Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko, as she herself says, is a special day. Every year, on the eve of Victory Day, she comes to the monument to fallen soldiers in the civil and great Patriotic wars to lay flowers to those who fell for our Motherland. "It is my duty to honor the memory of the victims," she is convinced. "This is the duty of those who survived thanks to the millions of Soviet soldiers who died in battle." For nurse Rudenko, who spent the entire great Patriotic war as part of the Stalingrad field mobile hospital No. 4185, the battle for the return of front-line soldiers to service continued until the day of the great Victory, which she and the hospital met in Berlin, reports ia "Height 102". With her hospital, which was located in the village of Kuibyshev in the sredneakhtubinsky district, and this place, according to her, was determined by Marshal Georgy Zhukov himself, she went through the roads of war, saving the lives of thousands of Soviet soldiers. "The main thing was that every wounded soldier and commander knew that there was a "sister" who would never leave in trouble, " she says. She remembers how many tears she shed over those who could not be saved. Once the chief doctor of the hospital said to her: "Masha, you will not have enough tears to mourn everyone so much, feel sorry for yourself, the whole war is still ahead." And she was sorry. She drinks Valerian and goes back to the operating table. Surgeries, bandages, more surgeries. As soon as the last one was bandaged, it was time for the first one. The nurses didn't leave the hospital for days. Medals "for the defense of Stalingrad", "for military merit" - the most expensive for a veteran-likes to consider his favorite great-granddaughter Masha, great-granddaughter of Victory, who will soon be 5 years old. For the 94th anniversary of her great-grandmother, whom the girl calls a hero, she drew her portrait. "This is the most expensive gift today - such attention to me," says Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko. Volgograd. 2015. PS: 94-year-old war veteran Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko from Volzhsky-a sister from a field hospital-was brought to the military parade in Volgograd in a special car. At six in the morning, the veteran was already in full dress at the entrance, but on the way to the square of Fallen fighters, she visited Mamayev Kurgan, where her comrades are buried, and laid carnations on their graves. By the way, Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko received a personal invitation to attend the parade after a material about this heroic woman was published on the website of the news Agency "Height 102" before May 9. Before that, the war veteran was not invited to official events dedicated to the great Victory for more than 10 years.

Revazova Vera Aleksandrovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Her name, the wounded soldiers repeated even in delirium. The name is probably given to a person for a reason. And the nurse Vera revazova, indeed, was in a hurry to help at the first call, pulling the wounded from the battlefield. A guardian angel with a medical bag at her side, she will forever remain in the memory of those whom she saved, to whom she gave her blood. Vera Revazova was born and raised in a simple peasant family with many children, in the village of Krasnogor, Ardon district. After finishing seven years, she entered medical school. I didn't study for long. The girl, who had just learned to provide first aid, had to "finish her training" at the front, where she got to after correcting the year of birth in the Komsomol ticket. She was eager to go to war, where her five brothers had gone before her, and she wanted to be useful to the Motherland. In Zmeyskaya village, in his native Ossetia, began her military journey. Vera received her baptism of fire near Mozdok on the night of December 31, 1942 to January 1, 1943. And the war ended for the brave nurse in Berlin and Prague, after which she had a chance to fight in Japan. From Zmeiskaya to Drohobych, Vera Alexandrovna fought as part of the 314th medical battalion of the 271st rifle division, and then, as a major in the medical service, in aviation, as part of the 13th medical battalion of the 2nd guards airborne division. Vera Revazova, a participant in the battles on the southern, North Caucasus, 1st and 4th Ukrainian fronts, holder of the order of the Patriotic war II degree, red Star, awarded many medals, honorary donor, Since 1946 worked in various medical institutions of Vladikavkaz, engaged in Patriotic education of young people.

Vergeleken Elena Vladimirovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Lieutenant of the medical service. Paramedic of the regimental medical center. Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Division: 250th rifle Bobruisk red banner order of Suvorov division. 790 red banner order of Alexander Nevsky artillery regiment. After the liberation of the Kalinin region, our 250 SD was transferred to the North-Western front near Vatolino. The so-called local battles were fought here. The battles for Vatolino were inconclusive. There were heavy losses in manpower. At that time, the artillery regiment was not very good with shells, and tanks often remained on the battlefield, as the terrain there is swampy and tanks got stuck there. At that time, I was a senior medical officer. I do not undertake to characterize myself and other doctors, but after every soldier killed, every tank that failed, there were tears in our eyes. Above us, the German "Rama" - a scout that recorded every movement of units-flew endlessly. The plane spotted them, and then immediately began a mortar attack. So, in June, the commander of the 916 SP battalion Zharmukhanov came under mortar fire, a shell tore off his head. Regimental intelligence went to the rear of the enemy for the "language". But it was not easy to do this: the barbed wire in front of the German trenches, you hit it and hung on it empty cans made a deafening noise. They often had to return empty-handed, for which the division commander called them "empty-handed" out of spite. One day, the intelligence service, returning from a mission, ran into a minefield. As I bandaged the wounded, I heard a groan nearby. It was getting light, but I managed to crawl up to the wounded man. The blast had thrown him to the side, and he was fainting from the loss of blood, his severed arm hanging by a tiny piece of muscle. I had to cut off the dangling arm with scissors. After putting on a bandage, I helped him crawl back to his trenches, and then sent all the wounded in a gig to the medical unit. In doing our job of helping the wounded, we often forgot about the dangers that threatened us. Once, during a lull, tired, I sat down on a stump in a copse and did not hear major Nikitin N. N. approach me. "Well, soldier, did you hear that?" he asked, and suddenly bent my head low with his hands. At that moment, a shell exploded nearby, and one of the fragments screeched over my head. If the Commissar hadn't bent my head in time, I would have been lying on that field! It was hard to see and experience the death of the Commissar of the regiment shachnev Pyotr Andreevich in the battle for d. Monakovo in August 1942. In the battles for the liberation of Belarus, I was shell-shocked. Once in Moscow, a man came up to me at the train station, named our unit, and asked: "Are You Lena? "Yes," I said. He called himself a Buffoon, kissed my hand, and said: "You saved me, I remember You." It was a pleasant meeting, and I also want to say to everyone who remembers us, doctors, and our humble friends: "Be healthy! Thank you, dear!"

Vagina Claudia Dorofeevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: military medical Assistant Type of troops: Military medical staff Claudia dorofeevna Vagina, Lieutenant of the medical service, participant of combat battles on the Volkhov front. For two years, together with our soldiers, she stood at the walls of the legendary Leningrad, saving wounded and frostbitten soldiers in a medical reinforcement company in the 2nd Shock army. She was born in a simple peasant family with many children in d.Dorogino. When she finished school in 1938, she went to Kurgan on her own to enroll in medical school. 1941-the year of graduation from the medical school, which was later renamed the medical school. In the fall, Claudia was called to the military enlistment office, handed a summons. A day later, she is already in Yalutorovsk on medical courses for Junior command staff. They were sent to the front in heatballs only at the end of 1941. They did not know where they were taking them, and only before Cherepovets they announced the Volkhov front. Claudia falls into the 2nd Shock army of the 59th rifle brigade in the medical reinforcement company. The tent has only 16 beds. I had to give first aid to a German officer who was bleeding profusely from a severed hand, " recalls Claudia Dorofeevna. - The commander called me, ordered. Our scouts brought him on a raincoat-tent, he was unconscious. I used the knowledge that I once had in medical school, and I made a bandage for him. The officer came to, opened his eyes. And I'm staring at him because it's the first time I've seen a German! And not just a German, but an enemy! He said something barely audible to me in his own language, kind of thanked me, we studied German at school and it was an a, and I turned away and left the tent." She was accepted into the party at the front. It was in 1943. She considers the most valuable award to be the medal "Defender of Leningrad" and "for the defense of Leningrad".

Raisa Nikolaevna Vetkalova_x000D_ _x000D_ Type of troops: military medical personnel. Raisa Nikolaevna Vetkalova was born on October 20, 1922. She studied at Elista secondary school number 2, and successfully finished 10 classes. _x000D_ _x000D_ Valentina Efremovna Kabakova, a former school friend of Raya, recalls: “In my memory Raya remained the same as it was during the years of our joint study. True, she studied a class older than me, there was no special friendship between us. But there was mutual sympathy. We often met before class, sometimes returned home from school together. And talked a lot, a lot, shared their impressions. Raya spoke more, and I listened. She was very sociable, cheerful, lively. And she was noticeably different from her classmates before. And now before my eyes her braid! Do you know what kind of braid she had? Long, thick ... Now you rarely see such! I remember that she will split her braid, loose it at the ends and casually throw it behind her back. And she walks, smiles. We, the younger ones, considered her very beautiful, even a little jealous of her. No, we were just in love with her ... ", – says Valentina Efremovna thoughtfully. _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ Raya studied well. Easy somehow. She was a very capable girl, greedy for everything in life. But she especially loved music, worked hard on it, played well the guitar and mandolin. Later she led the school music group. Her wards have repeatedly been honored to perform with a concert on Elista radio. Already, being the Senior pioneer leader of her school, Raya was carried away by foreign languages and, above all, German. She dreamed of becoming a teacher, but her knowledge of the language was useful to her for another ... _x000D_ _x000D_ The war began. Among the first fourteen female volunteers, Vetkalova went to the frontline. However, in Rostov, where the young elist women arrived, the doctors, during the next medical examination, seeing this short, fragile girl, thought that she would not stand the hardships of frontline life, and suggested that she return home. Raya, in despair, did not know what to do. Comrades helped out. In a short time, the girls became so friends that they did not think of parting for Raya, they stood up, as they say, a mountain and so ardently, persistently asked for their friend that the commanders retreated, agreed with their arguments. Raya was assigned to the unit. A few months later, this document appeared in her personal file: “From the presentation for the award of Vetkalova Raisa Nikolaevna. _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ March 2, 1942. The fearless daughter of the Soviet people, the loyal defender of the socialist Motherland, working as a female guard, was in battles all the time. In the battles from the city of Barvenkovo to the settlement of Mirnaya Dolina in the Aleksandrovsky District of the Stalin Region, I bandaged 156 wounded soldiers and commanders. Itself personally withdrew 43 wounded soldiers, including 32 people with rifles and 11 commanders. In the battles for the settlement of Sofiyivka, Bliznetsovsky district, Kharkov region, she was among the first to enter the settlement, repeatedly crawled to the wounded, at the same time dragging a box of cartridges with her to replenish the front line with ammunition. For the courage, valor and fearlessness shown in this battle, R.N. Vetkalova worthy of a government award. The command of the regiment petitions the command of the division for the submission of the female officer Vetkalova Raisa Nikolaevna to The Red Star Order. Commander of the 1157th Infantry Regiment Major Kaltygin, Commissar of the 1157th Infantry Regiment, Senior political instructor Samoilenko. Soon the first military order shone on the chest of a brave girl. Rai's mother received several letters of thanks from the command. This is what the unit commander wrote: “Dear Anna Andreevna! Don't worry about your daughter. She is a brave person, she does everything so decisively and quickly that no enemy bullet will catch up with her. Our soldiers called Raya the fearless." _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ Vetkalova was not only a volunteer sanitary worker, she went on reconnaissance more than once. That's where her knowledge of German came in handy. Disguised as a village boy or a refugee girl, she penetrated the location of enemy troops and, returning, reported valuable information to the command. And in one of these raids, Raya captured a Hitlerite officer. For courage and courage, she is awarded with the second award, the Order of the Red Banner. In 1944, in the battles for the liberation of Poland, Raya was wounded and sent to the hospital. Then a forty-day vacation home. This path was difficult, joyless along the land ravaged by the Nazis, but liberated. Raya traveled for twelve days to the beloved Kalmyk steppes. Anna Andreevna, swallowing bitter tears, told me: "Our Raichka has arrived from the frontline. We looked at her with pride. She matured, it seemed, she became different, unfamiliar. And the military uniform sat on her so well! As I remember now: a brand new tunic, skirt, boots. And on the chest of the order. That was only limping. The leg did not heal after the injury. It didn’t heal for a long time. I saw that my daughter was suffering, but I didn’t hear a single complaint from her. Then I found that the shard had not been removed. that after that it would be very bad with the leg ... So the leg with the splinter slowly healed. And Raya trained it. Every day – exercises, walking, running ... _x000D_ _x000D_ I adapted the old brothers bicycle, drove it with might and main. I stayed at home for half a month and – again to the frontline. I never saw Raichka again. "The girl returned to the front line and again began to take part in the battles. She fought the enemy fiercely, sparing no effort. Soon she presented herself for the third government award. But she did not have time to receive it. _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ Raisa Nikolaevna Vetkalova died on October 16, 1944, before she was four days old until she was twenty-two. In a letter to Anna Andreevna Vetkalova, the soldiers of the 1157th Infantry Regiment told about the death of the young heroine. There was a fierce battle. Crawling from wounded to wounded, she provided first aid, bandaging wounds. The enemy bullet overtook the fearless spring. Her comrades took her out of the battlefield, took her to the medical battalion. But because of the great loss of blood, Raya died. They buried her in a place near the city of Krakow. At school No. 2 in Elista, where Raya Vetkalova studied and worked, a stand dedicated to the brave volunteer sanitary worker.