"HITLER - KAPUT, STALIN - GUT": _x000D_ HOW A SOVIET SOLDIER CAPTURED SEVEN GERMAN PRISONERS. _x000D_ My grandfather, Ivan Trofimovich Pavlov, was born in 1911 in the village of Sofievka, Ponomarevsky District, Orenburg Region. He worked as a driver at an oil base. At the very beginning of the war, he was mobilized to the front. He also fulfilled his military duty as a driver. He was wounded more than once. The car was wrecked, but he was alive and just injuried, had some treatment in a hospital and returned back to front-lines.So, he reached Berlin, stormed the Reichstag. After the war, he returned home only in 1946, he worked one year in Germany. _x000D_ Upon arrival in his native village, got a job, got married. He had two sons and a daughter. My grandfather told little about the war. He was laconic, and he did not like to remember those hard times. _x000D_ Once he told me this extraordinary incident that happened to him at the front: he rode early in the morning through the forest in a lorry one and a half on an military mission, and usually with a colleague. But the colleague was wounded on the eve of the trip and went to the hospital. The front line was far, and he was confident that the road would be safe. There was silence in the winter forest. The crunch of trees seemed to be heard from the severe frost. Suddenly he noticed a group of 7 people in camouflage coats with automatic weapons emerged from the forest. The Germans ... _x000D_ “Apparently, they lagged behind and made their way out … ” thought my grandfather. His heart sank with fear. A thought flashed: “That's it, the end!” He increased his speed, but the Germans stood in the middle of the road and directed their machine guns in his direction. I stopped the car involuntarily. The chilled Germans came closer and began to raise their hands up. At the same time, their Commander said loudly: "Hitler is kaput, Stalin is gut." My father was slowly coming to his senses. I expected a trick from them, but the Nazis behaved humbly. The Commander said in broken Russian that they were surrendering and gestured to the car and the road. Father realized that he needed to take them to our command. And he had no other way out. The soldiers got into the back, the German officer in the cockpit. They looked exhausted, and then it turned out that they were also hungry. When the father opened the glove compartment of the car, the German saw a loaf of bread and asked him to break it and give it to the soldiers. The road back seemed like an eternity to my father. At any moment, enemy soldiers could shoot at it through the rear window of the car. But it did not happen. He arrived safely at the unit and handed over voluntary prisoners. For a courageous act, the grandfather was presented for an award. There were many awards, it is a pity that we could not keep them. My grandfather passed away on May 7, 1964, a few days before the festivities in the country. He was 53 years old ... _x000D_ My grandmother Maria Zakharovna will soon be 91 years old. During the war, she worked on the the swamps for three years, extracted peat, cut it into pieces and dragged an overweight stretcher. She worked on a par with adults. During that harsh time, all Soviet people brought closer the long-awaited Victory Day as best they could. _x000D_ Low bow to you, front-line soldiers and home front workers for the feat of arms and selfless labor.