Lisitsyn Sergei Mikhailovich
CITY: village Radilovo, Kimrsky district, Kalinin (Tver) region DATE OF BIRTH: 09/23/1907 DATE OF DEATH: 02/01/1941 HISTORY: Title: Red Army soldier Type of troops: Ground Forces, Air Force (except naval aviation), coastal service, NKVD troops, border troops Subdivision: 245th Valginsko-Rezhitskaya Rifle Red Banner Division My grandfather Lisitsyn Sergei Mikhailovich was drafted into the army at the very beginning of the war. He went to the front in the area of Staraya Russa, Novgorod region. He fought in the 901 rifle regiment, 245 rifle division. I managed to write only a couple of letters. He had the most terrible days of the war - its very beginning, when the soldiers, at the cost of their lives, made it possible for the command to assess the military situation, carry out mass mobilization, rebuild industry, and regroup forces for the subsequent heroic path to Victory. These days there was confusion, loss of command and control of troops, mass capture of Soviet soldiers. My grandfather was captured near Staraya Russa on July 20, 1941. After that he was sent to Stalag XD (310). The camp was a fenced-in field near the village of Witzendorf in the military district of Hamburg in Germany. The prisoners of war were starving. The Germans still had no idea what to do with so many prisoners, there was no food supply for them, there were no barracks built. The prisoners of war huddled in dugouts dug by their own forces. When winter came, the prisoners began to die of hunger, cold and typhus. In February, my grandfather died in the camp. And even if he did not know about the Victory, they then with all their hearts believed in its inevitability. They paid with their lives for our peaceful sky. My grandmother never got married, she was waiting for her Seryozha, because he was listed as missing. The grandmother never found out the circumstances of his grandfather's death. Only in the 2000s, thanks to the movement to find veterans, did we find out how my grandfather died. Grandfather Seryozha, whom I never saw, according to my grandmother, was a first-class shoemaker and an excellent storyteller for children. Many rural women of fashion sported in boots made by my grandfather. My mother remembered my father precisely as a storyteller who loved children very much. When he died, he was only 34 years old.
Lisitsyn Sergei Mikhailovich
CITY: village Radilovo, Kimrsky district, Kalinin (Tver) region DATE OF BIRTH: 09/23/1907 DATE OF DEATH: 02/01/1941 HISTORY: Title: Red Army soldier Type of troops: Ground Forces, Air Force (except naval aviation), coastal service, NKVD troops, border troops Subdivision: 245th Valginsko-Rezhitskaya Rifle Red Banner Division My grandfather Lisitsyn Sergei Mikhailovich was drafted into the army at the very beginning of the war. He went to the front in the area of Staraya Russa, Novgorod region. He fought in the 901 rifle regiment, 245 rifle division. I managed to write only a couple of letters. He had the most terrible days of the war - its very beginning, when the soldiers, at the cost of their lives, made it possible for the command to assess the military situation, carry out mass mobilization, rebuild industry, and regroup forces for the subsequent heroic path to Victory. These days there was confusion, loss of command and control of troops, mass capture of Soviet soldiers. My grandfather was captured near Staraya Russa on July 20, 1941. After that he was sent to Stalag XD (310). The camp was a fenced-in field near the village of Witzendorf in the military district of Hamburg in Germany. The prisoners of war were starving. The Germans still had no idea what to do with so many prisoners, there was no food supply for them, there were no barracks built. The prisoners of war huddled in dugouts dug by their own forces. When winter came, the prisoners began to die of hunger, cold and typhus. In February, my grandfather died in the camp. And even if he did not know about the Victory, they then with all their hearts believed in its inevitability. They paid with their lives for our peaceful sky. My grandmother never got married, she was waiting for her Seryozha, because he was listed as missing. The grandmother never found out the circumstances of his grandfather's death. Only in the 2000s, thanks to the movement to find veterans, did we find out how my grandfather died. Grandfather Seryozha, whom I never saw, according to my grandmother, was a first-class shoemaker and an excellent storyteller for children. Many rural women of fashion sported in boots made by my grandfather. My mother remembered my father precisely as a storyteller who loved children very much. When he died, he was only 34 years old.
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