CITY: ulus Naimagut DATE OF BIRTH: 03/19/1921 DATE OF DEATH: 05/31/2010 HISTORY: Afanasy Mitrofanovich was born on 03/19/1921 in Naimagut ulus of Osinsky district in a large family. June 6, 1941 was drafted into the ranks of the Soviet Army. Until 1944 he was a participant in the construction of Nikolaevsk and Komsomolsk-on-Amur. Sent to the front as part of the 320th Rifle Enakiyevo Order of the Suvorov Red Banner Division, the 27th Army of the 3rd Ukrainian Front. On April 10, 1945, in the evening they arrived at the command post of the 481st Infantry Regiment. Major Ozaryan talked with them, who explained that 400-500 meters from them was the front line of the Germans' defense. There was a shootout. The village was burning. The next morning, at dawn, they went on the attack. The enemy's fire was very strong, they fired from all types of weapons. On May 3, on carts, they began to move up the Austrian Alps, climbed to an altitude of 1438 m. Below in the valley it was warm as in summer, and in the mountains it was cold, it was snowing, a blizzard was chalk. Cartridges, grenades and food were brought only by horse. It was very difficult to take out the wounded, but the dead were buried here. In the evening, the company commander announced that Nazi Germany had surrendered and instructed the soldiers on the procedure for taking prisoners. The enemy had to abandon their weapons and surrender. On May 9, the shooting continued until 3 am. In the morning everyone went up the hill, where the Germans had been sitting before. From June 3 to August 17, their 27th army in full force returned to their homeland. Afanasy Mitrofanovich was awarded medals: "For Courage", "For the Capture of Budapest", "For Victory over Nazi Germany", the Order of the Patriotic War, II degree. "CASE IN THE ALPS". Memories of Afanasy Mitrofanovich: "It was at the very end of the war in the Austrian Alps. Around May 3. Our unit, after climbing the mountains, lay on the defensive. Occasionally gunfire was heard, enemy shells fell behind, lifting stones and earth into the air. Dazzling blue sky with crystal the dome was blue over the tops of the mountains. The mountain breeze slightly stirred the foliage of the huge oak tree under which we lay, talking idly: "The machine gun is shooting, devil! Is the end of the war, guys, soon?" "Soon! Soon! Come and wait at home! Eh! I wish I could go home! Now it’s a sowing campaign! On the left was a guy from Yakutia. I had an irresistible desire to leave. The thought flashed through: “Suddenly a stray shell!” There was a barn nearby, noise and laughter were heard from there. I obeying some feeling got up and went They were listening to the battalion Vasily Tyorkin. A few minutes later there was an explosion. Everyone jumped out of the barn ... At the foot of the oak tree where the soldiers had just lay, a huge crater gaped ... - Where is Kornilov? - No Kornilo wah ... and there are no others either ... It was he who dreamed of getting home to the sowing campaign. So, just before the victory, the comrades died. And my sixth sense saved me! "