CITY: Kurgan region, village Bakharevo DATE OF BIRTH: 01.01.1908 DATE OF DEATH: - HISTORY: Subdivision: 184th Infantry Division (1st formation). “There is no such family in Russia where your hero would not be remembered” War ... This is grief, tears. She knocked on every house, brought trouble, touched the fate of many families. Fathers and children, husbands, brothers and sisters, grandmothers and grandfathers went to the front from each family. My grandfather Abdrakhmanov Nasyr also left. I don't want the memory of my grandfather to fade and disappear. He went to war on July 13, 1941 at the age of 33. And my grandmother stayed at home with three small children in her arms. The first 2 years my grandfather served as a cavalryman in the 61st cavalry regiment. Then he got into the 290th Infantry Regiment of the NKVD VV and became a scout. From the award list, I learned that during his stay in the 290th rifle regiment, he pulled out 30 wounded soldiers and commanders with their weapons from the battlefield. For his courage and courage in the fight against German fascism, he was nominated for the Government award: the Order of the Red Star. Then he was seriously wounded. His comrades dug him up. He was wounded and half buried in the ground. I lay in the hospital until I came to my senses. For three months I could not speak! He was in serious condition, but doctors saved his life. They offered an operation, but he refused, he was afraid of an undesirable outcome. And again he was eager to fight. He was sent as a foreman of a company to the 222 rifle division. On the front road, he met a fellow countryman from a neighboring village, but it was not possible to talk to him, there was no time. So he went all the way to Berlin. After the war, they left to serve in Moscow in the secret troops, but my combat grandmother managed to get him back home. After all, three children were waiting for him at home, and my dad, the tenth child, would not have been born if he had stayed there to serve! If you remember my grandmother, then she is my Mother - Heroine, awarded the honorary, highest title among women "Mother Heroine", awarded the "Medal of Motherhood" and the Order of "Maternal Glory". After all, she gave birth to and raised ten children. My grandfather returned home in October 1945 with a splinter in his vertebra. And only my grandmother knew, and every autumn - in the spring she healed my grandfather's unhealed wound. He never passed away with a fascist splinter at the age of 73. After the war, grandfather returned to his native village, until his retirement he worked as a forester in his native collective farm. He did not like to talk about the war. I have never been to the hospital, did not have a disability. He was a very humble and simple man, and at the same time extraordinary. Because he taught his children - to love, worry, hope, rejoice, in a word - live! The memory of my grandfather will always be in my heart!