Rank: Lieutenant. Type of troops: - ground forces, - air force (except naval aviation), - coastal service, - troops of the NKVD, - border troops. Subdivision: 250th Infantry Bobruisk Red Banner Order of Suvorov Division. He did not return from the battle ... These words are from the song, as if about him - about Gornostaev Dmitry Ananievich, my grandfather. Although I never saw him, I heard a lot about him from my grandmother, read and reread the letter, which miraculously survived. I looked at his photo and was proud of him, because he defended at the front his homeland, his family, his children, his son, whom he never saw. In 1943, a notification came that he had gone missing in December 1942. Many times trying to find information about him, in 2011, the search engine showed the place of his service: 922 Infantry Regiment 250 Bobruisk Red Banner Order of Suvorov II degree Infantry Division. Information about him was also indicated there: Gornostaev Dmitry Ananievich; lieutenant; commander; 922; Novosibirsk; Kyshtovsky; 1917; 12.42; bv; order; Leninsk-Kuznetsky GVK (Kemerovsky) Kemerovskaya; 06/29/41; kp / Recorded in the memory book, compiled from the generalized data bank Memorial and the base of the Interregional Information Retrieval Center. It has 15772 people (1463 officers and 14309 privates and sergeants). The memory of him will always live in our hearts, in our memory. To all the missing on the battlefields, and to all the wives who believed and waited, I dedicated this poem: She was waiting for him from the war ... The vague silhouette of a family's face has already begun to forget, Such a very dear heart, that you went to the front to see off ... His wife was not long, and he did not have time to play with his daughter to his heart's content. I sobbed bitterly into my pillow at night, it remains only to pray and humbly wait. And every time she met the postman, her soul froze in alarm. And then, holding the triangle to her heart, she, laughing and crying, did not hide her happiness. In a letter he wrote: "Save your children, dear! Believe me, I just live by meeting you. By Stalin's order, I, defending Moscow, I will not die, I will not die, I will come to you alive!" In the crib, smiling, the children were sleeping And they dreamed that they were sitting in their father's arms, And there is no war in the world ... Four more long years before its end. She wrote every day in the hope that he could get at least one thing. Dreamed he would return , everything will be as before, We will live peacefully, raise our children. A postman walks by, looks away guiltily. Well, how long can you wait, everyone around her keeps repeating. My love, I know, will save him from the bullets of Enemies, shells, death - He disappeared without a trace in the distant forty-first, Fighting for the Fatherland, for his family. All wives, loved to the end, faithful To meet them in paradise, Lord, I pray!