Women at war

Cervina Nina Alexeevna

Rosalia Adolfovna Finkelstein

Filippova Olga Mironovna

Fedyaeva Sofia Ivanovna

Filina Natalia Nikiforovna

Frolova (Yashina) Lydia Fyodorovna

Dichko Taisiya Nikolaevna

Dubenkova (Sannikova) Varvara Karpovna

Dzvonkowska (Sergeeva) Alexandra Yakovlevna

Dremova Alexandra Stepanovna_x000D_ _x000D_ My great-grandmother Alexandra Pavlenko was born on June 7, 1923 in the village of Rodniki . In 1942, Granny, who was well-versed in reading and writing, was called up for military service at the age of less than 19. She was assigned to an aviation squadron, and with a beautiful handwriting was appointed senior clerk. But it wasn't just the paperwork part that she had to deal with. Field airfields in combat conditions were located 15-20 km from the front line, and along with the soldiers, Alexandra Stepanovna took up arms to guard aircraft and ammunition depots. Endured all the hardships of the bombing of fascist vultures. But fate kept the girl and even presented the main event in her life. The location of the squadron received a replenishment of pilots from the neighboring unit. Among the newcomers was Anatoly Dremov. Their meeting was a happy one for both of them. In Skora, a young couple in love was given permission by the command to marry. Meanwhile, the Soviet troops pressed the enemy to his lair. Alexandra Stepanovna and Anatoly Sergeevich as part of the squadron crossed the Romanian border,and then the Hungarian one. There they heard the news of the red Army's Victory. For impeccable service, my great-grandfather was awarded the order of the Patriotic war / / degree, two orders of the red Star, the medal "for Courage", the medal "for the defense of the Caucasus" and many commemorative insignia. My great-grandmother was also awarded the order of the Patriotic war / / degree, the medal "for the defense of the Caucasus" and many other commemorative insignia. After demobilization, Alexandra Stepanovna returned to her homeland-steppe Springs. Life was getting better. My great-grandfather worked as a pilot in agriculture, then was a teacher at a local school. He enjoyed the authority and respect of his fellow villagers. Probabushka worked as a Secretary in the village Council, then as a salesman in a store, and during harvesting and sowing she worked as a cook in a field camp. The couple raised four sons and a daughter. To the combat awards of Granny, another one was added - the medal of "Motherhood" / / degree. They are an example for me and my family by their example and love of life. Unfortunately, my great-grandfather did not live a very long but good life because of his injuries. And my great-grandmother lived to see her 90th birthday. Our family honors their memory and is proud of their courage and heroism!

Dmitrieva Raisa Grigorievna_x000D_ _x000D_ Dmitrieva( Kovrigina) Raisa Grigoryevna was born in the Stalingrad region in the village of Aksay, Oktyabrsky district. She recalled " in April 1942, the girls of Stalingrad were mobilized, including me... on may 14, 1942, they took the military oath and began to serve in combat. I didn't know then that I would have to defend my hometown." At the same time, the girls were trained in military specialties, and Raisa Grigoryevna became an artillery scout - observer. "I recall an episode when our anti-aircraft battery had to engage in battle with superior enemy forces: on August 24, 1942, the Nazis came close to the city. The situation was critical, continuous German air raids began, bombed several times a day, fired from mortars...five bombs hit the battery directly.. Everything around was engulfed in flames and smoke, it seemed that no one and nothing could survive in this hell. My comrades were dying before my eyes. The battle that day lasted until sunset... Our battery shot down 24 enemy aircraft." Once the enemy detected the battery's radio station when Raisa Grigoryevna was reporting data about enemy aircraft in the air. The mine exploded between the operational unit and the trench, from where Raya continued to signal an air battle. Raisa was covered with earth, she was considered dead, but, fortunately, they dug her up, and she was not even injured. The defense of Stalingrad continued for 125 days, and on February 2, 1943, the enemy was defeated. After the defense of Stalingrad, Raisa Grigoryevna continued her combat career and met Victory day as a corporal in an anti-aircraft artillery regiment in Austria, she was demobilized in 1945 from the territory of Hungary. Awarded the medals "for the defense of Stalingrad", "for the victory over Nazi Germany", the badge" excellent air defense", Commendations of the commander-in-Chief Of the armed forces of the USSR. After the war ended, in 1946, she married Ivan Petrovich Dmitriev and they came to live in Chusovaya. She worked as a kindergarten teacher, Deputy Director of the economic part of school No. 6, in trade. She was a regular participant in meetings with schoolchildren and city military-Patriotic events. The Dmitrievs raised four children, the eldest son, Vladimir Ivanovich, was a career military officer, finished his service in the General Staff of the air Force of the country, with the rank of Colonel, Honored military Navigator of the Russian Federation. Two sons, Nikolai Ivanovich and Mikhail Ivanovich, served in the Army and, following their father, worked in the locomotive depot as a driver and assistant driver. Daughter Tatyana Ivanovna is an Honorary citizen of the city of Chusovoy, was the Deputy Governor of the Perm region and the first Commissioner for human rights in the Perm region.

Desyatova Nadezhda Ilyinichna Nadezhda Ilyinichna Desyatova lived in the village of Travnoye quietly and imperceptibly from the first post-war years. And few of the villagers knew that the woman was a participant in the war. And she, in her natural modesty, did not advertise this event. Moreover, she never applied to the district military Commissariat with a request to restore her veteran status. And why? – you may ask. Yes, somehow it happened that veterans who served on the far Eastern borders were almost always in the second order, without claiming the first.... Quietly ticking in the kitchen, the small clock on the table. The purring cat warms its sides on the stove, which has been heated since morning. I am talking slowly to the heroine of my story, who is unusually bright, with radiant eyes and wrinkles that have furrowed her face."Soldiers are not born," N. I. Desyatova tells me, " they become soldiers. It doesn't matter whether it was in wartime or in peacetime. I am by nature a romantic soldier, a traveler. Maybe it was my inner attraction to the unknown that led me to join the army.And the history of Nadia Trutko's service had a certain basis. – My father traveled all over the former Soviet Union in search of a better life. Moreover, the whole family with him dragged around the cities and villages. And she was not small, four children grew up. I was born in Blagoveshchensk, Khabarovsk territory, in 1923. The family then lived in one of the villages. Mom and dad worked different jobs, but they never joined the collective farm. Then there were the equally exotic regions where we lived afterwards. The last stop was the city of Stalinabad in Tajikistan. There father was white with fever and soon died. Orphaned at a young age the family without a breadwinner. I – the oldest of the sisters-at the end of the seven-year period, to help my mother raise the children on their feet, I entered an apprentice Turner at an automobile repair plant. The staff of the shop recommended me to a vocational school in exactly 1941. It was difficult to study during the war years, but the state helped: they gave out uniforms for free and fed them for free once a day in the canteen. We were trained seriously and thoroughly to work in military factories. Despite the difficult time, we remained bright, elated, with a dream of a good future, teenagers. In 1943, the first graduation of artisans took place and Nadia Trutko was sent to the Novosibirsk aluminum plant."A high – rise installer is a necessary profession," Nadezhda Ilinichna tells me. – It is primarily related to the height, the lack of fear of not being afraid of it. I was a bad girl. It must have been passed down my father's side. I loved it when it was difficult, when you were learning something you didn't know. After an internship at an aluminum plant – Krasnoyarsk. That's where we, graduates of craft, really had a hard time because of hunger. Bread cards of the 43rd year will never be forgotten. The soup is a thick soup. But there was a war. The most severe year. One of the girls suggested once in the Dorm: "And let's write a statement to the military enlistment office, let them send volunteers to the front!". What caused this impulse-it is now difficult to remember. Maybe due to the fact that the boys were saying that fed is better on the front, maybe for some other reason. But her idea was enthusiastically taken up by the other girls in the room. The next morning, a stack of applications lay on the Desk of the military Commissar. - And a few days later, the summons came, - continues his story N. I. Desyatova, - to appear at the Assembly point….Apparently, they pitied the young girls in the military enlistment office. They wanted to get to Stalingrad, Kursk, the Baltic States, but ... - I had a route to the far East. I'm going alone, without friends, in a warm car. "There's a canvas bag of breadcrumbs under my head," the woman recalls, "and in my head:" where I was born, I came in handy there, " and that's all there is to it. I'm going back to where I came from.She told me for a long time how she got to the place where the battalion was stationed, how they accepted a young soldier for food, how she stood at attention for her first combat duty. About how restless it was on the Russian-Japanese border, and enemy planes repeatedly violated the airspace... - - And how did they get to the TRANS-Urals? I ask the old lady."For love," she laughs. "We served together in the Stone Fisherman. They ran to dances at the garrison club when they were off duty. I was discharged on September 3, 1945. But he stayed. I came to my mother in Stalinabad, got a job as a Secretary-typist in the military enlistment office. And the letters from the Far East kept coming. In the latter, Nikolai Desyatov reported that he had returned home to the TRANS-Urals. "Where is it?" - mused the girl, who had a good boy with an Okan in her speech sunk into her heart. - He asked me to come to him, - the woman laughs. – Well, I, without hesitation, according to my father's habit, light on my feet, bought a ticket to Kurgan and gave a telegram from the station to meet him. But the platform is empty! I reached Mokrousova And walked to my destination. So in the forty sixth year in the Travninsky village Council there was an entry in the magazine of one more resident… And the telegram came much later than Nadia's arrival in the locality .A lot of water has flowed since then. Desyatov worked in a state farm office as an accountant, and was reputed to be a smart and polite person. On Victory day, he wore a formal suit with medals. Nadezhda Ilinichna also had "For the victory over Japan" and "for the victory over Germany". But she kept them modestly in a canvas rag in an old chest of drawers. - And then, when I was over 80 years old, - she tells me,-my son-in-law and I came to the district center one day. I offered it to him: "Come on, Kolya, let's go to the military enlistment office." After a request sent to Podolsk, it was reported that "... Trutko Nadezhda Ilyinichna served in the 37th separate battalion of the VNOS in the period from December 1, 1943 to September 26, 1945 in the military rank of "corporal", which was part of the active army."The veteran's ID card, bound in a brand-new red cover that smacks of gloss, is also carefully stored in an old chest of drawers, as are the medals."Life is running out," she says to me with a sigh, "and here you are, old woman, joining the ranks of veterans," and she laughed as if the sun had peeked through the window, " blinding the little kitchen with its light. And I realized that really, soldiers are not born…

Drozdova Vera Mikhailovna_x000D_ _x000D_ My mother Batalova (Drozdova) Vera Mikhailovna was born on June 22, 1922 in Nizhnyaya Kurya, Kirovsky district, Perm region. Ural girl, mischievous and strongly built, she played football in the boys ' team, in the attack and believe me, drove the ball, not worse than them, so that she always cut her hair bald and looked like a guy. My mother told me that she really wanted to become a ballerina, danced in a circle, pulled a leg and dreamed of a big stage, the audience and applause. In 1941, no one came to her birthday party. Everyone gathered at the military enlistment office to be the first to get to the front. In the same year, she was enrolled in special, at that time Bershet camps (Kungur). My mother was taught a lot there, after which she was a very good shot, was an excellent student and went to the front in 1942 as a machine gunner of the 20th anti-aircraft machine gun regiment. Their division was commanded by Konstantin Rokossovsky. At that time, a lot of Ural and Siberian girls were called to protect Moscow. My mother stood with a wooden, black-painted gun on the important buildings of the capital. These were the Kalibr factory, the Bolshoi theater, and many other important objects. Then long and bloody battles near Mozhaisk, koloch station, where for the first time she was wounded in the neck by counter fire from an enemy plane. On June 22, 1943, already somewhere near Smolensk, the girls from the regiment decided to celebrate the birthday of their friend Verochka. We exchanged alcohol for chocolate from the pilots, made tea and decided to decorate the table with flowers. The three of them went to the field. Mom stepped on a mine, the blast wave threw her, but her combat friends were killed. She survived, but lost one leg. Hospital, operation after operation, crutches... Yes, my mother did not become a ballerina, her old dream did not come true, but even in the harness of the prosthesis, she still gracefully whirled to the rhythm of the waltz. Never once did anyone guess that she was missing a leg, but when they found out, they applauded her, stood in line to dance with her and gave her flowers. My mother gave birth to and raised three sons and six grandchildren. Despite her disability, she worked for many more years. On June 22, my family no longer celebrated my mother's birthday. This day became a day of remembrance and mourning. The greatest and most important day in her life was Victory Day on may 9. It won't be long before there won't be a single one of those who fought, died, and survived this damned war. Eternal memory of the heroism of the soldier inscribed in the pages of the history of our great state.

Dubravnaya (Eremenko) Lyubov Filippovna Rank: Senior military Branch: NKVD and NKGB troops (except border guards). I want to tell you about a wonderful woman, my aunt. Lyubov Filippovna Eremenko (Dubravnaya) was born in Armavir, June 16, 1924. In 1941, she graduated from 10 classes of school No. 1 (now secondary school No. 7) A hard fate befell the girl. In 1937, my father died, and my mother left the family and moved to another city. Lyuba was brought up in the family of an older sister who had her own children. In 1942, the Nazis came to the city. Cold, hunger, devastation… The young patriot has not lost her sense of responsibility for the fate of her homeland, her people. After the liberation of Armavir from the Nazi invaders, in January 1943, the girl went voluntarily to the front. Lyuba was a natural lyric soprano, and knew many Russian and Ukrainian songs. Soon the girl was noticed and invited to the army ensemble at the 9th army. With the front-line concert brigade, she traveled along the front line. Her performances were very popular with the fighters. No wonder they called her "dove". Concerts were held day and night, and often the fighters immediately after the performance of the concert team, went into battle. The artists were repeatedly bombed and shelled. Once, Lyuba was seriously injured and spent more than 6 months in the hospital. As a result of severe contusion of the ball is lost to the ear. After discharge from the hospital, he served in the 1st women's special rifle regiment, which was formed in the city of Kimry and trained snipers, radio operators, and cooks for the front. During the half-month, the girl took an accelerated program of cooking courses at The main quartermaster Department of the red Army in Moscow. She graduated from the courses with excellent results, receiving the rank of petty officer. And here again, the 2nd Belorussian front, front line,..... rifle regiment. With large thermos flasks, under fire, this fragile young girl delivered food to the front line to the soldiers. With bloody battles, our army advanced into the lair of the fascist beast-Germany. A simple Russian girl named Luba, Lubasha, Lyubov was walking the hard paths of war!!! Victory met in the city of Liegnitz, and in October 1945 was demobilized. For her feat of arms, she was awarded orders and medals. Many residents of our city know Lyubov Filippovna well, who has worked in the healthcare system for more than 40 years. This is a sympathetic, honest, kind person, ready to come to the aid of people at any moment. For us will forever remain in the memory of those who crushed the enemy on the battlefield and forged the Victory. At the cost of incredible efforts, they protected our land and brought peace.

Jalilova Rosa Ramazanovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Jalilova (Jamaliah, Galimova) Roza Romazanovna, 1924-13. 05. 1943, partisan of the "Avenger" detachment, commander of the "Dneprovets" partisan group. Date and place of call: 10.10.1942, gmelinsky RVC, Stalingrad region, Gmelinsky district. Last duty station of p / p 33493. She was born in 1924 in the village of bursy in the Pallasovsky district of the Stalingrad region. Before the war, she lived in the village of Lyatoshinka in the Staropoltavsky district of the Stalingrad region. He graduated from 10 classes in Staropoltavskiy school. She worked as a geography teacher at the Lyatoshinsky school. 10.10.1942 rose went to the front as a volunteer. He graduated from the courses of intelligence in the city Akhtubinsk. It was abandoned with a group of comrades on the territory of the Donbass occupied by the enemy. A small group of scouts began to carry out the tasks of the command. In may 1943, the Nazis came out on the trail of scouts. Twenty-two people, including Vera Listopad, Roza Jalilova from the Pallasovsky district, Maria Orekhova, Maria Krasnoshchekova from kislovo, Natalia Shpileva, bykovchanin Nikolai Sirotin, Dusya Bogatyreva and others were arrested. The provocateurs Sosnovsky and Shkodyrev betrayed the young girl and her comrades. Sitting in a cell with her battle friends, rose once told them: "They will not spare us. They'll kill you anyway. But instead of us, others will come here, our own, and avenge us. The fascists will still be destroyed." On may 13, 1943, E. I. Bogatyreva, V. G. Listopad, N. M. Sirotin, R. R. Jalilova and others-a total of 22 people were shot after brutal tortures and tortures in Dronovskaya Balka, three kilometers from the city of Chistyakovo. Eyewitnesses of those events said that when the boys and girls were taken to the execution, one of them sang: "Get up, the country is huge." From the memoirs of an eyewitness to the execution of partisan scouts, local historian M. A. Krivoruchko: "In September 1943, Filippov's beam, in the Eastern part of the city of Chistyakovo, was crowded. According to the decision of the Executive Committee of the city Council, three pits were opened where the corpses of the executed lay. It was hard to look at the torn, bloodied bodies. People identified their husbands and sons. But among them were the young faces of boys and girls. Who are they? Why are they twisted in pairs by the hands? Only the identification of Vera Listopad indicated that they were partisans from a special reconnaissance group." Grave grave no. 1 ZU380-05-389, intersection of Torez street, was reburied several years later in a mass grave in the center of the city of Torez, where the remains of the dead partisans were reburied. Pionerskaya and Engels square). An obelisk made of marble is installed. Their names will remain in the memory of posterity, as an example of courage and selfless devotion to their beloved Homeland.