Gorshenin Alexander Timofeevich was born in the village of Krasnogorsk on the 4th of December, 1922 ( to give him documents for the front, the year was corrected to 1921). In 1941 on the 22nd of June at four o'clock in the morning the war began. In 1941 my grandfather was wounded in battle. Their group was bombed. There was an order: “Everyone out of the way!” They scattered and took up positions on the side of the road. With a whoosh, fragments of bombs flew in different directions as German military planes “Junkers” appeared above them, which bombed the road, carts with the wounded. Then there was a rumble as tanks appeared followed closely by German submachine gunners. Soon the battalion was ordered to retreat. They were fighting in a narrow isthmus of swamps. They fought to the last bullet. When the Nazis realized that they could not be defeated just like that, they fired mortars. In this battle the grandfather was captured in a shell-shocked state. The Krauts put them in a field camp surrounded by barbed wire. There my grandfather saw enough of everything, experienced camp life for himself. They were driven into a cold swamp, up to their waists, and they stood there. My grandfather didn't tell his children about the captivity. Only after 1968 when he last visited the district military commissariat. The major, clarifying the testimony, drew up a report, and then said: “Now you can sleep in peace, comrade private!” Grandfather endured all the hardships of this cruel time with dignity. On the 8th of May, 1945, the German government signed the act of unconditional surrender. And the Banner of Victory was hoisted over the Reichstag. The war in Europe was over. The 9th of May, 1945, was declared Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War. In 1946 he returned to his native village and got a job as a tractor driver. In 1948 he married to Maria Andreyevna Ryabinina (my great-grandmother). She worked in a cartel and then at school as a technician. They had 4 children (Anna, Nikolai, Petr, Nadezhda - my grandmother), all were given a good education and raised to good people. Then they built a power plant and he continued to work there – he drove light for the village. In 1954 he raised virgin land for which he was awarded a medal. Then in 1960 he began working as a school caretaker and taught crafts until his retirement. In general he had 6 medals. A bright soul and a clear conscience were not tainted by anything bad in a lifetime. No matter how much life broke him, he didn't give up. Fate shook him, he did not bow down, and even when an insidious disease bedridden him - asthma. He became seriously ill and passed away on the 2nd of December, 1985.