Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich
Rank: Sergeant. Type of troops: Artillery. Subdivision: 311th Rifle Dvinskaya Red Banner Order of Suvorov Division. This was written by my grandson, Mikhail Antiukhin. My name is Misha Antyukhin. I'm in the 9th grade. Our family knew about my great-great-grandfather only from the words of my relatives, from the beginning my great-grandfather Leonid Yakovlevich Golikov told his children, grandchildren, and now our great-grandchildren about his father. We have only two photographs of him, there is a portrait that is carefully kept in our family. I love to listen when my great-grandfather talks about his family, about the war. When we ask what our great-great-grandfather was like, there is only one answer: "good and kind, like all the Golikovs." Since 1988, my grandmother and my mother began to draw up a genealogic tree (my mother was given a history assignment at school) - this is how it all began ... They decided to study their own history, the history of their family. My grandmother and my mother talked with their relatives more than once about each member of the family - now I understand that they have accomplished a feat, because those relatives are no longer alive who told about each member of our large and friendly family in time, which I am proud of. Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich born on December 31, 1910 in the village of Verkhne-Grekovo, Kiev district, Rostov region, into a family of middle peasants. In 1916, his father, Evdokim Nikitovich Golikov, died, and after 1917 their family belonged to the poor peasants. Russian. From May 1924 to November 1928 he worked as a farm laborer for the kulaks. From November 1928 to October 1930 he worked in the "Partnership for the joint cultivation of the land" - was a member of this partnership. From October 1930 to September 1932 he was a collective farmer at the Novaya Derevnya collective farm. In 1932, his mother, Anna Egorovna Golikova, died, since September 1932 he worked in the Shalaevskaya MTS (Machine and Tractor Station), now the Kasharsky District ,village Verkhnegrekovo of the Rostov region, first as a groom, from May 1935 to September 1937 - a mechanic. From September 1937 to March 1938 he was an apprentice turner, and from March 1938 - a turner. He was given a car repair shop. In February 1938 he was accepted as a candidate of the CPSU (b), and he graduated from the educational program of the 2nd class of the Shalaevskaya MTS of the Kiev region. On May 22, 1939, he was admitted to the CPSU (b) by the Kiev RK of the Rostov region. The party card was issued on June 27, 1939 No. 1322826 of the 1936 model. In the Finnish company (from 30.11.1939 to 13.03.1940), he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army from his auto repair shop. Did not participate in battles. On August 3, 1941 he was drafted into the ranks of the defenders of the Motherland. The training took place in Stalingrad. He participated in battles, was wounded 5 times, there are letters from February 21, 1942 to August 5, 1943. He fought on the Volkhov Front 54th Army 311th Infantry Division 1071 Infantry Regiment, 33rd Infantry Corps, p / p 29100.From February 12, 1942 - 15th regiment mortarman - private, and on March 28, 1943, after being wounded again in the hospital , was the commander of the mortar squad of the 20 rifle regiment of the 14th brigade. - Sergeant. The last battle took place near the village of Pustoshka in the Mginsky district of the Leningrad region. According to the notice from Major Yurkin from p / p 29100 - on August 16, he left the unit for hospital treatment due to injury, after which his traces were lost. He was not in captivity, in the hospital book of those who entered and died - does not appear, in the irrecoverable losses of personnel 1071 Specialist subunit 311 Rifle division - does not appear on the battlefield. In the Book of Memory for the Kasharsky District of the Rostov Region on page 309 there is an entry: "Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich, born in 1910, private,missing without any trace in 10.1943" In the village Verkhnegrekovo, Kasharsky district of Rostov region, secondary school, there is a monument to fellow villagers who died and disappeared in WWII 1941-1945. A lot of time passed, many questionnaires, inquiries were written, and then, as they say, luck smiled once again, on the Internet we accidentally stumbled upon the lists of the 311 Rifle Division medical batalion and lists of those buried in the forest, near the village of Pustoshka. When we turned to the website "Forgotten Regiment" on the Internet, we were advised to turn to the "Iron Locust" - a search party. The village of Pustoshka in the Mginsky district of the Leningrad region, where soldiers who died on the battlefield were buried from 14 to 28 August 1943. Those who died in 240 medbatalion were buried in the forest, east of station Nazia 2 km. The remains from these places were transferred to a mass grave No. 09020 near st. Naziya Mginsky district of the Leningrad region. This reburial is valid, everything is cleaned, painted, but it is not listed in the Central Archives of the Ministry of Defense. Years passed, whole decades after the end of the war. The country annually celebrates VICTORY DAY. The surviving veterans sometimes receive regular awards and commemorative badges, and the missing soldiers lie and wait for their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren to find them. I was lucky, and my family found the place where my great-great-grandfather Yakov Evdokimovich Golikov was buried and then reburied in a mass grave. Help in the search was provided by: "Forgotten Regiment" - the site, "Iron Locust" - the search party.And so on June 10, 2013, my grandfather and I went to the city of St. Petersburg. I really like to ride, especially on the train, there are a lot of fellow travelers, you can lie on the top bunk, get off at large stations, where the train stops for 20 minutes. True, when we went to St. Petersburg, there were no fellow travelers, there were only 5 people in the carriage. Grandpa explained that now everyone is going south, so we were lucky. The train came to Moskovsky railway station, I thought it was so beautiful, there are no railway stations in Moscow that are much more beautiful. The next day we devoted to a walk around the city - we went to the Peter and Paul Fortress, the cruiser-museum "Aurora" - it also participated in the Second World War, the Artillery Museum - my grandfather showed me a tank, he served in the Army like this, I also really want to serve in the army. We walked, walked around the city, because it was a holiday - Independence Day. Photographed with Peter the Great, against the background of the Peter and Paul Fortress, the Winter Palace. I was very tired, but I wanted more, more, more. The day was over, I had to go to bed, but it was still light outside, the sun was reflected in the windows, and the time was 12 p.m.. No, we are not used to this, night means night, and if it's light, then we have to go for a walk. But okay, we have high hopes the next day, my grandfather and I are going to Naziya station to the mass grave, where the reburied soldiers from 311 Rifle Division, including my great-great-grandfather Yakov Evdokimovich Golikov. Grandpa is very worried, it’s clear, I’m worried too. I have never been to such events. The train is full of people, they go to the dacha, and we are on business. On the train, peddlers offered goods, one man sang war songs to the accordion. I liked him, my grandfather gave him 100 rubles, and he sang for us the song "Volkhovskaya, Drinking" - it was grandfather who suggested singing it, the man agreed. The whole car listened, and then everyone applauded, and he collected a lot of money when he got out of the car, thanked us and said that he would sing it all the time now. We arrived at Naziya station in the morning, quickly reached the cemetery, my grandfather knew where to go, we quickly found that memorial, but for some reason I was in no hurry to enter the fence. There are so many slabs with names in the fence, medallions on the fence, several monuments - I imagined how many people were buried here, because they could live, work, they could have children, and some, like my great-grandfather, already had children - a son and two daughters, they had to be brought up, taught. Grandfather entered the enclosure, me too, and immediately we saw the name of Golikov Y.E - sergeant embossed on the slab. We said hello, walked around everything in the fence, looked. The photographs showed both adult men and very boys. We approached the slab, which bore the name of my great-great-grandfather, and then I understand that I have another relative whom I have never seen before, only heard a lot about him. I really wanted to talk to him, but how? I would like to know how he went into battle, how he shot, was he was not afraid? Where they slept, because everywhere there is a swamp, even when we walked through this settlement, everywhere there is a sewer filled with green water. Grandfather said that she flows down here to drain the garden and yard, but then in the forest you couldn't even walk or lie where you wanted, they were shooting everywhere. But somehow my great-great-grandfather lived to defend his HOMELAND until August 16, 1943. We read a lot on the Internet about the war, about 311 Rifle Division 1071 specialist subunit in which my great-great-grandfather served, they write terrible things there, we don't go through this at school. I looked at the photographs that surrounded me - there are many of them, all men. I remember the lines from the front-line letter of my great-great-grandfather to his wife: "- I haven't slept in the hut for two months, everything is in the forest, black as coal, there's nothing to smoke." "Grandpa, we forgot to bring cigarettes here, but next time I'll see to it myself." We put flowers on the stove with the name of YE GOLIKOV, lit candles, poured 2 glasses of vodka, put bread. What else have we forgotten to do? We have been preparing to go here since February, brought a medallion, it must be fixed on the fence. My grandfather and I quickly fastened the medallion, tied the St. George ribbons, poured out the earth that we brought from his homeland, but the thought was spinning in my head - we forgot the cigarettes. Once again we went around everything in the enclosure, mentally talking to everyone we saw in the photographs and left the enclosure. Tall birches stood around, birds were singing, the sun was shining, but it was not hot - in the morning it was 9 degrees Celsius. Mosquitoes bite strongly. We sat with my grandfather on a bench next to the fence, said goodbye to everyone and went to the train. I was very afraid for my grandfather, he was worried, we are alone in the forest. I tried to talk to him, but then I saw a little gray bird and told my grandfather that it was our great-grandfather who was seeing us off. The bird ran ahead of us almost all the way. The way home seemed easier for us. After all, we have completed the mission for which we went so far from home. When the conductor opened the door at our station, I was surprised and delighted at the same time.All our relatives were standing by our carriage with placards, loudly shouting “Hurray”, “HAPPY ARRIVAL”, “WE LOVE YOU” - I understood, I am happy, I was born in love and care. At that moment, I really wanted my friends to be there, but I was afraid to tell them in advance, suddenly what we had planned would not work out, then I would just be a braggart. We drove home straight from the station, left our things and went to the cemetery, taking our great-grandfather and our cousin with us. The cemetery on the mountain is about 10 meters above the level where the village is located, we went there by car. It's hot, soars like before the rain, but it smells like grass, grandfather said that it was called "cheburok". What a funny name this herb has, but it smells good, I liked it. The gates at the cemetery were closed, great-grandfather opened them and we went to the grave of the great-great-grandmother Antonina Vasilyevna Golikova. Now I knew how to behave in the cemetery, greeted everyone buried here, and then greeted my great-great-grandmother, whom I had never seen, I know her only from photographs and from the stories of elders. I mentally told her how we were looking for, how we found her husband, how we went to visit him, and that we had brought lands from his grave. Everyone stood in silence, then poured everything on a handful of earth, poured water into a jar, put pies and sweets, said goodbye and began to move towards the exit. On the way, my great-grandfather showed my brother and me more graves of relatives - this is Golikov's brother Yakov Evdokimovich with his wife. When we were driving home, I realized how much the word FAMILY means. I have a good, large (227 people) family. I like to listen when the children tell me or us about this or that person from our family, only about my great-grandfather Golikov Leonid Yakovlevich you can listen for hours, but this is the next time. I want to finish my story so that people would not be afraid of difficulties and start looking for their relatives and friends right now. Search! I already found one great-great-grandfather, I will look for another!
Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich
Rank: Sergeant. Type of troops: Artillery. Subdivision: 311th Rifle Dvinskaya Red Banner Order of Suvorov Division. This was written by my grandson, Mikhail Antiukhin. My name is Misha Antyukhin. I'm in the 9th grade. Our family knew about my great-great-grandfather only from the words of my relatives, from the beginning my great-grandfather Leonid Yakovlevich Golikov told his children, grandchildren, and now our great-grandchildren about his father. We have only two photographs of him, there is a portrait that is carefully kept in our family. I love to listen when my great-grandfather talks about his family, about the war. When we ask what our great-great-grandfather was like, there is only one answer: "good and kind, like all the Golikovs." Since 1988, my grandmother and my mother began to draw up a genealogic tree (my mother was given a history assignment at school) - this is how it all began ... They decided to study their own history, the history of their family. My grandmother and my mother talked with their relatives more than once about each member of the family - now I understand that they have accomplished a feat, because those relatives are no longer alive who told about each member of our large and friendly family in time, which I am proud of. Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich born on December 31, 1910 in the village of Verkhne-Grekovo, Kiev district, Rostov region, into a family of middle peasants. In 1916, his father, Evdokim Nikitovich Golikov, died, and after 1917 their family belonged to the poor peasants. Russian. From May 1924 to November 1928 he worked as a farm laborer for the kulaks. From November 1928 to October 1930 he worked in the "Partnership for the joint cultivation of the land" - was a member of this partnership. From October 1930 to September 1932 he was a collective farmer at the Novaya Derevnya collective farm. In 1932, his mother, Anna Egorovna Golikova, died, since September 1932 he worked in the Shalaevskaya MTS (Machine and Tractor Station), now the Kasharsky District ,village Verkhnegrekovo of the Rostov region, first as a groom, from May 1935 to September 1937 - a mechanic. From September 1937 to March 1938 he was an apprentice turner, and from March 1938 - a turner. He was given a car repair shop. In February 1938 he was accepted as a candidate of the CPSU (b), and he graduated from the educational program of the 2nd class of the Shalaevskaya MTS of the Kiev region. On May 22, 1939, he was admitted to the CPSU (b) by the Kiev RK of the Rostov region. The party card was issued on June 27, 1939 No. 1322826 of the 1936 model. In the Finnish company (from 30.11.1939 to 13.03.1940), he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army from his auto repair shop. Did not participate in battles. On August 3, 1941 he was drafted into the ranks of the defenders of the Motherland. The training took place in Stalingrad. He participated in battles, was wounded 5 times, there are letters from February 21, 1942 to August 5, 1943. He fought on the Volkhov Front 54th Army 311th Infantry Division 1071 Infantry Regiment, 33rd Infantry Corps, p / p 29100.From February 12, 1942 - 15th regiment mortarman - private, and on March 28, 1943, after being wounded again in the hospital , was the commander of the mortar squad of the 20 rifle regiment of the 14th brigade. - Sergeant. The last battle took place near the village of Pustoshka in the Mginsky district of the Leningrad region. According to the notice from Major Yurkin from p / p 29100 - on August 16, he left the unit for hospital treatment due to injury, after which his traces were lost. He was not in captivity, in the hospital book of those who entered and died - does not appear, in the irrecoverable losses of personnel 1071 Specialist subunit 311 Rifle division - does not appear on the battlefield. In the Book of Memory for the Kasharsky District of the Rostov Region on page 309 there is an entry: "Golikov Yakov Evdokimovich, born in 1910, private,missing without any trace in 10.1943" In the village Verkhnegrekovo, Kasharsky district of Rostov region, secondary school, there is a monument to fellow villagers who died and disappeared in WWII 1941-1945. A lot of time passed, many questionnaires, inquiries were written, and then, as they say, luck smiled once again, on the Internet we accidentally stumbled upon the lists of the 311 Rifle Division medical batalion and lists of those buried in the forest, near the village of Pustoshka. When we turned to the website "Forgotten Regiment" on the Internet, we were advised to turn to the "Iron Locust" - a search party. The village of Pustoshka in the Mginsky district of the Leningrad region, where soldiers who died on the battlefield were buried from 14 to 28 August 1943. Those who died in 240 medbatalion were buried in the forest, east of station Nazia 2 km. The remains from these places were transferred to a mass grave No. 09020 near st. Naziya Mginsky district of the Leningrad region. This reburial is valid, everything is cleaned, painted, but it is not listed in the Central Archives of the Ministry of Defense. Years passed, whole decades after the end of the war. The country annually celebrates VICTORY DAY. The surviving veterans sometimes receive regular awards and commemorative badges, and the missing soldiers lie and wait for their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren to find them. I was lucky, and my family found the place where my great-great-grandfather Yakov Evdokimovich Golikov was buried and then reburied in a mass grave. Help in the search was provided by: "Forgotten Regiment" - the site, "Iron Locust" - the search party.And so on June 10, 2013, my grandfather and I went to the city of St. Petersburg. I really like to ride, especially on the train, there are a lot of fellow travelers, you can lie on the top bunk, get off at large stations, where the train stops for 20 minutes. True, when we went to St. Petersburg, there were no fellow travelers, there were only 5 people in the carriage. Grandpa explained that now everyone is going south, so we were lucky. The train came to Moskovsky railway station, I thought it was so beautiful, there are no railway stations in Moscow that are much more beautiful. The next day we devoted to a walk around the city - we went to the Peter and Paul Fortress, the cruiser-museum "Aurora" - it also participated in the Second World War, the Artillery Museum - my grandfather showed me a tank, he served in the Army like this, I also really want to serve in the army. We walked, walked around the city, because it was a holiday - Independence Day. Photographed with Peter the Great, against the background of the Peter and Paul Fortress, the Winter Palace. I was very tired, but I wanted more, more, more. The day was over, I had to go to bed, but it was still light outside, the sun was reflected in the windows, and the time was 12 p.m.. No, we are not used to this, night means night, and if it's light, then we have to go for a walk. But okay, we have high hopes the next day, my grandfather and I are going to Naziya station to the mass grave, where the reburied soldiers from 311 Rifle Division, including my great-great-grandfather Yakov Evdokimovich Golikov. Grandpa is very worried, it’s clear, I’m worried too. I have never been to such events. The train is full of people, they go to the dacha, and we are on business. On the train, peddlers offered goods, one man sang war songs to the accordion. I liked him, my grandfather gave him 100 rubles, and he sang for us the song "Volkhovskaya, Drinking" - it was grandfather who suggested singing it, the man agreed. The whole car listened, and then everyone applauded, and he collected a lot of money when he got out of the car, thanked us and said that he would sing it all the time now. We arrived at Naziya station in the morning, quickly reached the cemetery, my grandfather knew where to go, we quickly found that memorial, but for some reason I was in no hurry to enter the fence. There are so many slabs with names in the fence, medallions on the fence, several monuments - I imagined how many people were buried here, because they could live, work, they could have children, and some, like my great-grandfather, already had children - a son and two daughters, they had to be brought up, taught. Grandfather entered the enclosure, me too, and immediately we saw the name of Golikov Y.E - sergeant embossed on the slab. We said hello, walked around everything in the fence, looked. The photographs showed both adult men and very boys. We approached the slab, which bore the name of my great-great-grandfather, and then I understand that I have another relative whom I have never seen before, only heard a lot about him. I really wanted to talk to him, but how? I would like to know how he went into battle, how he shot, was he was not afraid? Where they slept, because everywhere there is a swamp, even when we walked through this settlement, everywhere there is a sewer filled with green water. Grandfather said that she flows down here to drain the garden and yard, but then in the forest you couldn't even walk or lie where you wanted, they were shooting everywhere. But somehow my great-great-grandfather lived to defend his HOMELAND until August 16, 1943. We read a lot on the Internet about the war, about 311 Rifle Division 1071 specialist subunit in which my great-great-grandfather served, they write terrible things there, we don't go through this at school. I looked at the photographs that surrounded me - there are many of them, all men. I remember the lines from the front-line letter of my great-great-grandfather to his wife: "- I haven't slept in the hut for two months, everything is in the forest, black as coal, there's nothing to smoke." "Grandpa, we forgot to bring cigarettes here, but next time I'll see to it myself." We put flowers on the stove with the name of YE GOLIKOV, lit candles, poured 2 glasses of vodka, put bread. What else have we forgotten to do? We have been preparing to go here since February, brought a medallion, it must be fixed on the fence. My grandfather and I quickly fastened the medallion, tied the St. George ribbons, poured out the earth that we brought from his homeland, but the thought was spinning in my head - we forgot the cigarettes. Once again we went around everything in the enclosure, mentally talking to everyone we saw in the photographs and left the enclosure. Tall birches stood around, birds were singing, the sun was shining, but it was not hot - in the morning it was 9 degrees Celsius. Mosquitoes bite strongly. We sat with my grandfather on a bench next to the fence, said goodbye to everyone and went to the train. I was very afraid for my grandfather, he was worried, we are alone in the forest. I tried to talk to him, but then I saw a little gray bird and told my grandfather that it was our great-grandfather who was seeing us off. The bird ran ahead of us almost all the way. The way home seemed easier for us. After all, we have completed the mission for which we went so far from home. When the conductor opened the door at our station, I was surprised and delighted at the same time.All our relatives were standing by our carriage with placards, loudly shouting “Hurray”, “HAPPY ARRIVAL”, “WE LOVE YOU” - I understood, I am happy, I was born in love and care. At that moment, I really wanted my friends to be there, but I was afraid to tell them in advance, suddenly what we had planned would not work out, then I would just be a braggart. We drove home straight from the station, left our things and went to the cemetery, taking our great-grandfather and our cousin with us. The cemetery on the mountain is about 10 meters above the level where the village is located, we went there by car. It's hot, soars like before the rain, but it smells like grass, grandfather said that it was called "cheburok". What a funny name this herb has, but it smells good, I liked it. The gates at the cemetery were closed, great-grandfather opened them and we went to the grave of the great-great-grandmother Antonina Vasilyevna Golikova. Now I knew how to behave in the cemetery, greeted everyone buried here, and then greeted my great-great-grandmother, whom I had never seen, I know her only from photographs and from the stories of elders. I mentally told her how we were looking for, how we found her husband, how we went to visit him, and that we had brought lands from his grave. Everyone stood in silence, then poured everything on a handful of earth, poured water into a jar, put pies and sweets, said goodbye and began to move towards the exit. On the way, my great-grandfather showed my brother and me more graves of relatives - this is Golikov's brother Yakov Evdokimovich with his wife. When we were driving home, I realized how much the word FAMILY means. I have a good, large (227 people) family. I like to listen when the children tell me or us about this or that person from our family, only about my great-grandfather Golikov Leonid Yakovlevich you can listen for hours, but this is the next time. I want to finish my story so that people would not be afraid of difficulties and start looking for their relatives and friends right now. Search! I already found one great-great-grandfather, I will look for another!
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