Sofia Biryukova (Piskareva) was born on February 15, 1924, in the village of Novo-Tishivoe, Ryazhsky District, Ryazan Region. She was the youngest in the family, the twelfth child. The war began. Young Sofya worked on turf processing, after the completion of these works, they were given certificates that they would no longer be mobilized. But war has its own rules. 50 girls attended nursing courses and then were called up. Sofya went to the front in a freight car in 1942. Sofya was transferred from a tank unit to the 2nd Belorussian Front In 1944. They carried out the wounded from the field, from under bullets and shells. They buried the dead. Tractors did the mass graves of four to five metres in length. Belarus, Poland, crossed the Oder River, and finally in Berlin. "If I live and get married, I'll give birth to as many children as God gives," she thought more than once. Two brothers and four sons-in-law from her large family did not return from the war, and her nephew, who served as a radio operator, was burned in a tank. Sophia came to Berlin and stayed alive. Victory salutes rang out. She returned home at the end of June. After the good, cozy German towns, though touched by the war, she returned to the ruined, impoverished Russian village. Her father and mother had become quite ill by then. She went to work for a collective farm, because the salary of a nurse was small, and the collective farm gave grain for workdays. She met the man in 1946 and he became her husband and father of six children. She didn't have a career. She chose a job so that she could spend more time with her children. The children grew up and became good people. Sofia had ten grandchildren and twelve great-grandchildren. When asked if she was happy, looking back on the years that passed, she replied: "Of course. Happiness is children." Sofia passed away on August 29, 2010, at the age of 86.