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Sergey Alekseev
Stories about the Great Patriotic War

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On June 22, 1941, at dawn, the troops of Nazi Germany treacherously, without warning, attacked our Motherland. The Nazis tried to deprive us of freedom, to seize our lands and cities.

The Great Patriotic War of the Soviet people against the fascist enslavers began.

The war started badly for us. The enemies attacked unexpectedly. The Nazis were stronger. Better armed. Better trained. They had more guns, planes, tanks, and soldiers. Before attacking the Soviet Union, Nazi Germany captured Austria, Czechoslovakia, Poland, France, and a number of other European states. The industry of these countries began to work for the Nazis.

Under the onslaught of enemies, our armies retreated. The enemies hoped to deal with us with a quick, swift blow. They even came up with the expression “blitzkrieg,” that is, lightning war. But the invaders deeply miscalculated. All, as one, the peoples of our country rose up to defend their Motherland and freedom.

The war with the Nazis lasted four years (1941–1945). The path to victory was not easy.

Bloody battles broke out in Ukraine, Belarus, the Baltic states, on the outskirts of Moscow, near Leningrad, and at the walls of Stalingrad. Our troops stopped the enemy.

Beyond the Volga, in the Urals, in Siberia, the Soviet people built first-class military factories and created new, perfect weapons.

Soviet soldiers learned to fight skillfully. Military commanders - G.K. Zhukov, K.K. Rokossovsky, I.S. Konev and many others - clearly and skillfully led the troops. Most of them became famous marshals.

Soviet troops defeated the Nazis and drove them from their native land. In the spring of 1945, our armies stormed the capital of Nazi Germany, the city of Berlin, and raised the victorious banner over it.

These stories were written about the main battles of the Great Patriotic War, about its immortal heroes, about our great Victory over the Nazis.

Stories about the great Moscow battle

Hill Zhirkovsky

Autumn has touched the fields of the Moscow region. The first leaf falls.

“Typhoon” is what the Nazis called their plan of attack. A typhoon is a strong wind, a fast-moving hurricane. The Nazis tried to break into Moscow like a hurricane.

Go around Moscow from the north, from the south. Take the Soviet armies in a huge pincer. Compress. Crush. Destroy. This was the plan of the Nazis.

The fascists believe in quick success, in victory. They sent more than a million soldiers to Moscow. One thousand seven hundred tanks, almost a thousand planes, many guns, many other weapons. Two hundred fascist generals are leading the troops. The campaign is led by two field marshals.

The offensive has begun.

On one of the main sectors of the front, German tanks were moving towards the village of Kholm Zhirkovsky.

The Nazis approached the village. They are looking. What is he saying to the tanks - some kind of Hill Zhirkovsky. Like a pea to a lion.

- Forverts! Forward! – the officer shouted. I took out my watch. I looked at the time: “Ten minutes for the assault.”

The tanks went to Zhirkovsky.

Zhirkovsky Hill was defended by the 101st Motorized Rifle Division and the 128th Tank Brigade.

Soldiers settled in the trenches. Unechin sits with everyone. Not better than others, not worse. A soldier is like a soldier. Cap. Rifle. Mask. On his feet are tarpaulin boots.

Tanks are crawling into the trenches. One goes straight to Unechina. Unechin took the grenade in his hand. Keeps a close eye on the tank. Closer, closer, the fascist tank.

- Drop it, drop it! - the neighbor in the trench whispers.

Unechin is waiting.

- Give it up, the devil will take you! – he no longer whispers – the neighbor shouts.

Unechin does not quit. I waited another minute. There's a fascist tank nearby. The neighbor had already closed his eyes. Prepared for certain death. However, he sees: Unechin stood up and threw a grenade.

A fascist tank stumbled. The engine roared and froze.

Unechin grabbed a bottle with flammable liquid. He swung again. He threw it again. The tank caught fire from the flammable mixture. Unechin smiled, turned to his neighbor, and straightened his cap on his forehead.

Someone said:

- That's it, brother! It turns out that he gave the fascists a light.

The soldiers laughed and went back into battle.

There is a battle going on left and right. Heroes don't let tanks through.

The soldier pulled out a new grenade. He took out a bottle with the mixture. I placed a grenade and liquid nearby. Waiting.

The new tank rumbled with metal. And this one goes to Unechina. Someone said again:

- “The beast runs towards the catcher.”

Unechin waited for a minute, a second, a third...

“Give it up, give it up!” – the neighbor wanted to shout again. However, he pursed his lips and restrained himself.

Another minute - and again the grenade was thrown like a cat under the tank. And then a bottle with a flammable mixture. This tank also caught fire.

Unechin smiled. He adjusted the cap on his forehead. The third one took out a grenade. He took out a bottle with a flammable mixture. I placed it next to it.

Battle rumbles left and right. Heroes don't let tanks through.

Ten minutes have passed... Thirty minutes have passed... The battle continues for an hour, two - the fight does not subside. Fascist officers look at their watches with alarm. It's long past time to pass Zhirkovsky. They got stuck in Zhirkovsky.

Soviet soldiers held out for more than a day near Zhirkovsky Hill. 59 fascist tanks were knocked out and set on fire. Four of them were destroyed by Unechin soldiers.

By the end of the day, the order came for the soldiers to retreat to a new line. The fighters change positions. Unechin goes with everyone. A soldier is like a soldier. Not better than others, not worse. Cap. Rifle. Mask. On his feet are tarpaulin boots.

The soldiers are coming. We climbed to a hillock, to a high place. Zhirkovsky Hill lies in full view in front of them. The soldiers are watching - fathers of light! - the whole field is covered in damaged tanks, earth and metal are a continuous mess.

Someone said:

“The enemies had a hard time.” Hot. The fascists will remember our Zhirkovsky Hill.

“Not Zhirkovsky, consider Zharkovsky,” someone else corrected.

The soldiers looked again at the field:

– Of course, Zharkovsky Hill!

There are battles going on left and right. Zharkovsky Hills are everywhere for the fascists.

Force

The Nazis are coming. From the south they go to Bryansk, to Orel. From the north they move to Kalinin (now the city of Tver). They are going to Vyazma, Kaluga, Yukhnov.

City of Yukhnov. Ugra River. Here, on the Ugra, near Yukhnov, soldiers defended the bridge. The Nazis came out to the bridge. The tanks crowded together. The artillery massed. The infantry filled the entire right bank. A crossing is necessary for troops. The Nazis need a bridge.

The soldiers look at the fascist guns, at the tanks, at the right bank:

- Brothers, look at the strength!

If you look at this strength, it really is like a hammer. There are few of our troops here. The bridge is defended by a very small detachment, little more than a rifle company. The bridge is also protected by the Garkusha soldier.

Garkusha is very young. The soldier has his first battle ahead. The soldiers settled down in the trenches. They promised help to the soldiers. The defenders are waiting for fresh strength.

The Nazis went to storm the bridge. They opened machine-gun fire on ours. The entire left bank was riddled. They are now rushing to attack. The bridge is about to be captured.

The soldiers fight bravely. Fascists are not allowed near the bridge. And yet Garkusha understands: they cannot resist without fresh strength. The soldiers are waiting for reinforcements.

-Where is the help? – Garkusha began to worry. “We won’t hold the left bank.”

And suddenly a soldier looks - the Nazis are retreating.

Garkusha is happy.

Apparently help has arrived.

Only “hurray!” the soldier shouted as the Nazis opened mortar fire on ours. They storm the shore with a hail of mines. They go on the attack again. The bridge is about to be captured. Garkusha is in battle with everyone else. The young soldier took a closer look at the others. Garkusha is formidable in battle.

- Come on, come on! Come on, come on! - Garkusha shouts to the fascists. The rifle in Garkusha’s hands shoots like a machine gun.

The soldiers fought steadfastly. Garkusha looks - the Nazis are leaving.

Fascist artillery hit our shore. They dug up the shells like plows. They plowed the bank with metal.

Again the Nazis attack the bridge. The stubborn bridge does not give up. The soldiers do not let the Nazis pass ahead.

Garkusha became quite animated:

- Hooray! Brothers, don't be afraid! Brothers, go ahead!

Our soldiers responded to the enemy attack with their own attack. Garkusha runs with others. The tip of the bayonet sparkles like a diamond.

Garkusha looks - the Nazis are leaving.

Garkusha turned back to look at the heroes, at those who had arrived. Behind the soldier is an empty field. Looked left, looked right. Replenishment is nowhere to be seen. All around are the same fighters - friends from the heroic company.

– Where is the strength? There was power! - the soldier looks at his neighbor. - Where is it, the replenishment?

The neighbor shrugs: what is the soldier talking about?

Garkusha was embarrassed and stood in surprise.

Where is the power? There was power! The soldier swears - there was!

For three days the soldiers held out near the Ugra. The fascists were not allowed forward.

Mtsensk

Our troops are retreating. They are leaving. The enemy is stronger.

From the south, a tank army under the command of General Heinz Guderian makes its way to Moscow.

The fascists are rushing forward. Nazi tanks broke through the Soviet front. Cars rush forward.

The road to Moscow is open! The road to Moscow is open!

Fascist tanks are approaching Mtsensk.

Heinz Guderian stood up. I washed myself. Shaved. The general sat down to breakfast.

Heinz Guderian, Honored General. He is held in special esteem among the fascists. He is appreciated in Berlin.

“Who is our most exemplary general?”

"Heinz Guderian."

“Who is the most determined among us?”

"Heinz Guderian."

“Who knows only victories?”

"Heinz Guderian. Heinz Guderian. Heinz Guderian!

Rewards are flowing to Guderian like a river. The general was accustomed to victories, to success, to awards, to honors. “Fleet-footed Heinz” - they call him in Germany.

Guderian is having breakfast, sitting at the table, reasoning:

– Today we will be in Mtsensk. Tomorrow we will be in Plavsk. In Plavsk, in Plavsk... - the general began to hum.

General is glad for your success.

– Tomorrow we will be in Plavsk, the day after tomorrow we will be in Tula. In Tula, in Tula,” said Guderian.

I thought about it and figured something out in my mind:

– The day after tomorrow we will be in Tula. Another day, two more...

I had breakfast, got ready, and went to the general’s headquarters. I delved into the staff maps. Looks at the arrows, looks at the dates:

- Another day, two more...

And now Guderian sees Moscow.

“Moscow, Moscow...” the general began to hum.

Suddenly an adjutant runs up to him:

- Tanks! Tanks, my general!

Heinz Guderian does not understand why the adjutant is shouting so much and what tanks are there.

- Russian tanks! - the adjutant shouts.

Near the city of Mtsensk, the road to the Nazis was blocked by Soviet tanks.

There were few Soviet tanks. However, the blow is strong. The tankers acted smartly: they used ambushes, screens, direct fire, and attacked the Nazis on the side - where the armor on the tanks was weaker. The Nazis lost 133 tanks in the battles near Mtsensk.

The Nazis also stayed here. They put themselves in order. Even a special commission was created. The commission is studying how this is so, why, by what miracle were so many fascist tanks knocked out here?

General Guderian is no longer humming. He doesn't sing. I don `t want. Not in the mood.

Vyazma

The fields near Vyazma are free. The hills run towards the sky.

You can’t erase the words from there. Near the city of Vyazma, a large group of Soviet troops was surrounded by the enemy. The fascists are happy. Hitler himself, the leader of the Nazis, calls to the front:

- Surrounded?

“That’s right, our Fuhrer,” the fascist generals report.

-Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

-Have you laid down your weapons?

Here is a brave one found.

- No. I dare to report, my Fuhrer... - The General wanted to say something.

However, Hitler was distracted by something. The speech was interrupted mid-sentence.

For several days now, being surrounded, Soviet soldiers have been fighting stubbornly. They shackled the fascists. The fascist offensive breaks down. Enemies are stuck near Vyazma.

Again Hitler calls from Berlin:

- Surrounded?

“That’s right, our Fuhrer,” the fascist generals report.

-Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

-Have you laid down your weapons?

A terrible curse came from the tube.

“I dare to report, my Fuhrer,” the brave one tries to say something. – Our Frederick the Great also said...

Days pass again. The fighting near Vyazma continues. The enemies were stuck near Vyazma.

Vyazma knits them, knits them. She grabbed me by the throat!

The great Fuhrer is angry. Another call from Berlin.

-Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

– Have you laid down your weapons?!

“No,” the brave man answers for everyone.

A stream of bad words poured out again. The membrane in the tube began to dance.

The general fell silent. I waited it out. I caught the moment:

– I dare to report, my Fuhrer, our great, our wise King Frederick also said...

Hitler listens:

- Well, well, so what did our Friedrich say?

“Frederick the Great said,” the general repeated, “the Russians must be shot twice.”

And then push, my Fuhrer, so that they fall.

The Fuhrer muttered something incomprehensible into the phone. The Berlin wire has become disconnected.

For a whole week the fighting continued near Vyazma. The week was invaluable for Moscow. During these days, the defenders of Moscow managed to gather their strength and prepared convenient lines for defense.

The fields near Vyazma are free. The hills run towards the sky. Here, in the fields, on the hills near Vyazma, hundreds of heroes lie. Here, defending Moscow, the Soviet people performed a great military feat.

Keep the bright memory of them!

General Zhukov

Army General Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov was appointed commander of the Western Front, the front that included most of the troops defending Moscow.

Zhukov arrived on the Western Front. Staff officers report to him the combat situation.

Fighting is taking place near the city of Yukhnov, near Medyn, near Kaluga.

Officers find Yukhnov on the map.

“Here,” they report, “near Yukhnov, to the west of the city...” and they report where and how the fascist troops are located near the city of Yukhnov.

“No, no, they are not here, but here,” Zhukov corrects the officers and himself points out the places where the Nazis are at this time.

The officers looked at each other. They look at Zhukov in surprise.

- Here, here, in this exact place. Don’t doubt it, says Zhukov.

Officers continue to report the situation.

“Here,” they find the city of Medyn on the map, “to the northwest of the city, the enemy has concentrated large forces,” and they list what forces: tanks, artillery, mechanized divisions...

“Yes, yes, right,” says Zhukov. “Only the forces are not here, but here,” Zhukov clarifies from the map.

Again the officers look at Zhukov in surprise. They forgot about the further report, about the map.

The staff officers bent over the map again. They report to Zhukov what the combat situation is in the city of Kaluga.

“Here,” the officers say, “south of Kaluga, the enemy pulled up motorized mechanized units.” This is where they are standing at this moment.

“No,” Zhukov objects. - They are not in this place now. This is where the parts have been moved, and shows the new location on the map.

The staff officers were surprised. They look at the new commander with undisguised surprise. Zhukov sensed distrust in the eyes of the officers. He grinned.

- Don't doubt it. That's exactly how it is. “You guys are great – you know the situation,” Zhukov praised the staff officers. - But mine is more precise.

It turns out that General Zhukov had already visited Yukhnov, Medyn, and Kaluga. Before going to headquarters, I went straight to the battlefield. This is where the accurate information comes from.

General and then Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, an outstanding Soviet commander, hero of the Great Patriotic War, took part in many battles. It was under his leadership and under the leadership of other generals that Soviet troops defended Moscow from its enemies. And then, in stubborn battles, they defeated the Nazis in the great Moscow Battle.

Red Square

The enemy is nearby. Soviet troops abandoned Volokolamsk and Mozhaisk. In some sections of the front, the Nazis came even closer to Moscow. Fighting is taking place near Naro-Fominsk, Serpukhov and Tarusa.

When soldier Mitrokhin was told that the unit in which he serves would take part in the parade on Red Square, the soldier did not believe it at first. I decided that I had made a mistake, that I had misheard, that I had misunderstood something.

- Parade! – the commander explains to him. – Solemn, on Red Square.

“That’s right, a parade,” Mitrokhin answers. However, there is disbelief in the eyes.

And then Mitrokhin froze in the ranks. It stands on Red Square. And to his left are troops. And there are troops on the right. Leaders of the country at the Lenin Mausoleum. Everything is exactly like in the old peacetime.

It’s just a rarity for this day – it’s white all around from the snow. The frost hit early today. Snow fell all night until morning. He whitewashed the Mausoleum, laid it on the walls of the Kremlin, on the square.

8 am. The clock hands on the Kremlin tower converged. The chimes struck the time.

Minute. Everything was quiet. The parade commander gave the traditional report. The parade host congratulated the troops. Everything was quiet again. One more minute. And so, at first, quietly, and then louder and louder, the words of the Chairman of the State Defense Committee, Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the USSR, Comrade Stalin, sound.

Stalin says that this is not the first time that our enemies have attacked us. That there were more difficult times in the history of the young Soviet Republic. But the Soviet people believed in victory. And they won. They will win now.

“The whole world is looking at you,” the words reach Mitrokhin, “as a force capable of destroying the predatory hordes of German invaders.”

The soldiers stood frozen in line.

“The great liberation mission fell to your lot,” the words fly through the frost. – Be worthy of this mission!

Mitrokhin pulled himself up. His face became stern, more serious, stricter.

– The war you are waging is a war of liberation, a just war. - And after this, Stalin said: - Let the courageous image of our great ancestors inspire you in this war: Alexander Nevsky, Dmitry Donskoy, Kuzma Minin, Dmitry Pozharsky, Alexander Suvorov, Mikhail Kutuzov!..

And immediately following the speech of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, troops marched solemnly across Red Square. Infantry marched, artillery marched, cavalry units marched across the square, tanks thundered with metal.

And all this here, on Red Square, at this anxious hour, seemed like a miracle, almost a vision. And all this, as in a fairy tale, having arisen here, in the center of Moscow, went to the front, to where the fate of both Moscow and the entire Soviet Union was being decided very close by.

The soldiers were walking. Private Mitrokhin was walking. And next to it was a song:

May the rage be noble
Boils like a wave -
There is a people's war going on,
Holy war!

Dubosekov's feat

In mid-November 1941, the Nazis resumed their attack on Moscow. One of the main enemy tank attacks hit General Panfilov's division.

Dubosekovo crossing. 118th kilometer from Moscow. Field. Hills. Coppices. Lama meanders a little further away. Here, on a hill, in an open field, heroes from General Panfilov’s division blocked the Nazis’ path.

There were twenty-eight of them. The fighters were led by political instructor Klochkov. The soldiers dug into the ground. They clung to the edges of the trenches.

The tanks rushed forward, their engines humming. The soldiers counted:

- Fathers, twenty pieces!

Klochkov grinned:

– Twenty tanks!.. So that turns out to be less than one per person.

“Less,” said Private Yemtsov.

“Of course, less,” said Petrenko.

Field. Hills. Coppices. Lama meanders a little further away.

The heroes entered the battle.

- Hooray! - echoed over the trenches.

It was the soldiers who first knocked out the tank.

“Hurray!” thunders again. It was the second one who stumbled, snorted with his engine, clanged his armor and froze. And again “hurray!” And again. Fourteen out of twenty tanks were knocked out by the heroes. The six survivors retreated and crawled away.

Sergeant Petrenko laughed:

- He choked, apparently, the robber!

- Hey, he has his tail between his legs!

The soldiers took a breath. They see that there is an avalanche again. They counted - 30 fascist tanks.

Political instructor Klochkov looked at the soldiers. Everyone froze. They became quiet. All you can hear is the clang of iron. The tanks are getting closer, closer.

“Friends,” said Klochkov, “Russia is great, but there is nowhere to retreat.” Moscow is behind.

“I see, comrade political instructor,” the soldiers answered.

- Moscow!

The soldiers entered the battle. There are fewer and fewer living heroes. Yemtsov and Petrenko fell. Bondarenko died. Trofimov died. Narsunbai Yesebulatov was killed. Shopokov. There are fewer and fewer soldiers and grenades.

Klochkov himself was wounded. He rose towards the tank. Threw a grenade. A fascist tank was blown up. The joy of victory lit up Klochkov’s face. And at that very second the hero was struck down by a bullet. Political instructor Klochkov fell.

Panfilov's heroes fought steadfastly. They proved that courage has no limits. They did not let the Nazis through.

Dubosekovo crossing. Field. Hills. Coppices. Somewhere nearby a Lama is meandering. The Dubosekovo crossing is a dear, holy place for every Russian heart.

Glug-glug.

The fighting in Stalingrad continues unabated. The Nazis are rushing to the Volga.

Some fascist made Sergeant Noskov angry. Our trenches and those of the Nazis ran side by side here. Speech can be heard from trench to trench.

The fascist sits in his hiding place and shouts:

Rus, tomorrow glug-glug!

That is, he wants to say that tomorrow the Nazis will break through to the Volga and throw the defenders of Stalingrad into the Volga.

The fascist sits, does not stick out. Only a voice from the trench comes:

Rus, tomorrow gurg-glug. - And he clarifies: - Bul-gur at Volga.

This “glug-glug” gets on Sergeant Noskov’s nerves.

Others are calm. Some of the soldiers even chuckle. A Noskov:

Eka, damned Fritz! Show yourself. Let me at least look at you.

The Hitlerite just leaned out. Noskov looked, and other soldiers looked. Reddish. Ospovat. Ears stick out. The cap on the crown miraculously stays on.

The fascist leaned out and again:

Glug-glug!

One of our soldiers grabbed a rifle. He raised it and took aim.

Don't touch! - Noskov said sternly.

The soldier looked at Noskov in surprise. Shrugged. He took the rifle away.

Until the evening, the long-eared German croaked: “Rus, tomorrow glug-glug. Tomorrow at Volga's."

By evening the fascist soldier fell silent.

“He fell asleep,” they understood in our trenches. Our soldiers gradually began to doze off. Suddenly they see someone starting to crawl out of the trench. They look - Sergeant Noskov. And behind him is his best friend, Private Turyanchik. The friends got out of the trench, hugged the ground, and crawled towards the German trench.

The soldiers woke up. They are perplexed. Why did Noskov and Turyanchik suddenly go to visit the Nazis? The soldiers look there, to the west, breaking their eyes in the darkness. The soldiers began to worry.

But someone said:

Brothers, they are crawling back.

The second confirmed:

That's right, they are coming back.

The soldiers looked closely - right. Friends are crawling, hugging the ground. Just not two of them. Three. The soldiers took a closer look: the third fascist soldier, the same one - “glug-glug”. He just doesn't crawl. Noskov and Turyanchik are dragging him. A soldier is gagged.

The screamer's friends dragged him into the trench. We rested and continued to headquarters.

However, they fled along the road to the Volga. They grabbed the fascist by the hands, by the neck, and dunked him into the Volga.

Glug-glug, glug-glug! - Turyanchik shouts mischievously.

Bubble-bulb, - the fascist blows bubbles. Shaking like an aspen leaf.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid,” Noskov said. - Russians don’t hit someone who is down.

The soldiers handed over the prisoner to headquarters.

Noskov waved goodbye to the fascist.

“Bul-bull,” said Turyanchik, saying goodbye.

Evil surname.

The soldier was embarrassed by his last name. He was unlucky at birth. Trusov is his last name.

It's war time. The surname is catchy.

Already at the military registration and enlistment office, when a soldier was drafted into the army, the first question was:

Surname?

Trusov.

How how?

Trusov.

Y-yes... - the military registration and enlistment office workers drawled.

A soldier got into the company.

What's the last name?

Private Trusov.

How how?

Private Trusov.

Y-yes... - the commander drawled.

The soldier suffered a lot of troubles from his last name. There are jokes and jokes all around:

Apparently, your ancestor was not a hero.

In a convoy with such a surname!

Field mail will be delivered. The soldiers will gather in a circle. Incoming letters are being distributed. Names given:

Kozlov! Sizov! Smirnov!

Everything is fine. The soldiers come up and take their letters.

Shout out:

Cowards!

The soldiers are laughing all around.

Somehow the surname does not fit with wartime. Woe to the soldier with this surname.

As part of his 149th separate rifle brigade, Private Trusov arrived at Stalingrad. They transported the soldiers across the Volga to the right bank. The brigade entered the battle.

Well, Trusov, let’s see what kind of soldier you are,” said the squad leader.

Trusov doesn’t want to disgrace himself. Trying. The soldiers are going on the attack. Suddenly an enemy machine gun started firing from the left. Trusov turned around. He fired a burst from the machine gun. The enemy machine gun fell silent.

Well done! - the squad leader praised the soldier.

The soldiers ran a few more steps. The machine gun hits again.

Now it's on the right. Trusov turned around. I got close to the machine gunner. Threw a grenade. And this fascist calmed down.

Hero! - said the squad leader.

The soldiers lay down. They are skirmishing with the Nazis. The battle is over. The soldiers counted the killed enemies. Twenty people turned out to be at the place from which Private Trusov was firing.

Ooh! - the squad commander burst out. - Well, brother, your last name is evil. Evil!

Trusov smiled.

For courage and determination in battle, Private Trusov was awarded a medal.

The medal “For Courage” hangs on the hero’s chest. Whoever meets you will squint his eyes at the reward.

The first question for the soldier now is:

What was he awarded for, hero?

No one will ask for your last name now. No one will giggle now. He won’t drop a word with malice.

From now on it is clear to the soldier: the honor of a soldier is not in the surname - a person’s deeds are beautiful.

Stories by Sergei Alekseev

Fascinating and interesting war stories. Stories about events taking place during the Great Patriotic War.

BEAR

In those days when the division was sent to the front, the soldiers of one of the Siberian divisions were given a small bear cub by their fellow countrymen. Mishka has gotten comfortable with the soldier's heated vehicle. It’s important to go to the front.

Toptygin arrived at the front. The little bear turned out to be extremely smart. And most importantly, from birth he had a heroic character. I wasn't afraid of bombings. Didn't hide in corners during artillery shelling. He only rumbled dissatisfiedly if shells exploded very close.

Mishka visited the Southwestern Front, then was part of the troops that defeated the Nazis at Stalingrad. Then for some time he was with the troops in the rear, in the front reserve. Then he ended up as part of the 303rd Infantry Division on the Voronezh Front, then on the Central Front, and again on the Voronezh Front. He was in the armies of generals Managarov, Chernyakhovsky, and again Managarov. The bear cub grew up during this time. There was a sound in the shoulders. The bass cut through. It became a boyar fur coat.

The bear distinguished himself in the battles near Kharkov. At the crossings, he walked with the convoy in the economic convoy. It was the same this time. There were heavy, bloody battles. One day, an economic convoy came under heavy attack from the Nazis. The Nazis surrounded the column. Unequal forces are difficult for us. The soldiers took up defensive positions. Only the defense is weak. The Soviet soldiers would not have left.

But suddenly the Nazis hear some kind of terrible roar! “What would it be?” - the fascists wonder. We listened and took a closer look.

Ber! Ber! Bear! - someone shouted.

That's right - Mishka stood up on his hind legs, growled and went towards the Nazis. The Nazis didn’t expect it and rushed to the side. And ours struck at that moment. We escaped from the encirclement.

The bear walked like a hero.

“He would be a reward,” the soldiers laughed.

He received a reward: a plate of fragrant honey. He ate and purred. He licked the plate until it was shiny and shiny. Added honey. Added again. Eat, fill up, hero. Toptygin!

Soon the Voronezh Front was renamed the 1st Ukrainian Front. Together with the front troops, Mishka went to the Dnieper.

Mishka has grown up. Quite a giant. Where can soldiers tinker with such a huge thing during a war? The soldiers decided: we’ll come to Kyiv and put him in the zoo. We will write on the cage: the bear is an honored veteran and participant in a great battle.

However, the road to Kyiv passed. Their division passed by. There was no bear left in the menagerie. Even the soldiers are happy now.

From Ukraine Mishka came to Belarus. He took part in the battles near Bobruisk, then ended up in the army that marched to Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

Belovezhskaya Pushcha is a paradise for animals and birds. The best place on the entire planet. The soldiers decided: this is where we’ll leave Mishka.

That's right: under his pine trees. Under the spruce.

This is where he finds freedom.

Our troops liberated the area of Belovezhskaya Pushcha. And now the hour of separation has come. The fighters and the bear are standing in a forest clearing.

Goodbye, Toptygin!

Walk free!

Live, start a family!

Mishka stood in the clearing. He stood up on his hind legs. I looked at the green thickets. I smelled the forest smell through my nose.

He walked with a roller gait into the forest. From paw to paw. From paw to paw. The soldiers look after:

Be happy, Mikhail Mikhalych!

And suddenly a terrible explosion thundered in the clearing. The soldiers ran towards the explosion - Toptygin was dead and motionless.

A bear stepped on a fascist mine. We checked - there are a lot of them in Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

The war marches on without pity. War has no weariness.

STING

Our troops liberated Moldova. They pushed the Nazis beyond the Dnieper, beyond Reut. They took Floresti, Tiraspol, Orhei. We approached the capital of Moldova, the city of Chisinau.

Here two of our fronts were attacking at once - the 2nd Ukrainian and 3rd Ukrainian. Near Chisinau, Soviet troops were supposed to surround a large fascist group. Carry out the front directions of the Headquarters. The 2nd Ukrainian Front advances north and west of Chisinau. To the east and south is the 3rd Ukrainian Front. Generals Malinovsky and Tolbukhin stood at the head of the fronts.

Fyodor Ivanovich, - General Malinovsky calls General Tolbukhin, - how is the offensive developing?

“Everything is going according to plan, Rodion Yakovlevich,” General Tolbukhin answers General Malinovsky.

The troops are marching forward. They bypass the enemy. The pincers begin to squeeze.

Rodion Yakovlevich, - General Tolbukhin calls General Malinovsky, - how is the environment developing?

The encirclement is proceeding normally, Fyodor Ivanovich,” General Malinovsky answers General Tolbukhin and clarifies: “Exactly according to plan, on time.”

And then the giant pincers closed in. There were eighteen fascist divisions in a huge bag near Chisinau. Our troops began to defeat the fascists who were caught in the bag.

The Soviet soldiers are happy:

The beast will be caught again with a trap.

There was talk: the fascist is no longer scary, even take it with your bare hands.

However, soldier Igoshin had a different opinion:

A fascist is a fascist. A serpentine character is a serpentine character. A wolf is a wolf in a trap.

The soldiers laugh:

So what time was it!

Today the price for a fascist is different.

A fascist is a fascist, - Igoshin again about his.

That's a bad character!

It’s getting more and more difficult for the fascists in the bag. They began to surrender. They also surrendered in the sector of the 68th Guards Rifle Division. Igoshin served in one of its battalions.

A group of fascists came out of the forest. Everything is as it should be: hands up, a white flag thrown over the group.

It’s clear - they’re going to give up.

The soldiers perked up and shouted to the fascists:

Please, please! It is high time!

The soldiers turned to Igoshin:

Well, why is your fascist scary?

Soldiers are crowding around, looking at the fascists coming to surrender. There are newcomers to the battalion. This is the first time that the Nazis have been seen so close. And they, newcomers, are also not at all afraid of the Nazis - after all, they are going to surrender.

The Nazis are getting closer, closer. Very close. And suddenly a burst of machine gun fire rang out. The Nazis started shooting.

A lot of our people would have died. Yes, thanks to Igoshin. He kept his weapon ready. Immediately the response opened fire. Then others helped.

The firing on the field died down. The soldiers approached Igoshin:

Thank you brother. And the fascist, look, actually has a snake-like sting.

The Chisinau “cauldron” caused a lot of trouble for our soldiers. The fascists rushed about. They rushed in different directions. They resorted to deception and meanness. They tried to leave. But in vain. The soldiers squeezed them with their heroic hand. Pinched. Squeezed. The snake's sting was pulled out.

Sergei Alekseev's stories about the war. Stories: Balloon and Shock. These are stories about the exploits of the military detachment of balloonists and about the heroes of the 1st Shock Army.

AEROSTATIC

Among the defenders of Moscow there was a detachment of balloonists. Balloons rose into the Moscow sky. With the help of metal cables they created barriers against fascist bombers.

Once the soldiers were lowering one of the balloons. The winch creaks monotonously. The steel cable, like a thread, crawls along a reel. With the help of this cable the balloon is lowered. He's getting lower and lower. There are ropes hanging from the shell of the balloon. These are halyards. The fighters will now grab the balloon by the halyards. Holding the halyards, they will drag the balloon to the parking area. They will strengthen it and tie it to the supports.

The balloon is huge, huge. Looks like an elephant, like a mammoth. The colossus will obediently follow people. This is the rule. But sometimes the balloon gets stubborn. This is if there is wind. At such moments, the balloon, like a restive horse, breaks and breaks from its leash.

That memorable day for the soldier Veligura turned out to be windy.

The balloon descends. Private Veligura is standing. There are others standing. Now they'll grab you by the halyards.

He grabbed Veligur. Others didn't have time. The balloon exploded. Veligur hears some kind of cotton. Then Veliguru jerked. The earth moved away from my feet. The fighter looked, and he was already in the air. It turned out that the cable used to lower the balloon with a winch had broken. Veliguru dragged the balloon behind him into the sky.

Drop the halyards!

Drop the halyards! - Veligura’s comrades shout from below.

Veligur didn’t understand what was going on at first. And when I figured it out, it was too late. The ground is far below. The balloon is getting higher and higher.

The soldier is holding a rope. The situation is simply tragic. How long can a person hold on like this? A minute more, a minute less. Then his strength will leave him. The unfortunate man will fall down.

The same would have happened with Veligura. Yes, apparently the fighter was born wearing a shirt. Although, more likely, Veligura is simply a resourceful fighter. He grabbed the rope with his feet. It's easier to hold on now. I caught my breath and took a breath. He is trying to make a noose on the rope with his feet. A soldier of fortune has achieved. The fighter made a noose. He made a loop and sat down in it. The danger has completely disappeared. Veligur cheered up. It’s interesting even now for a fighter. For the first time I rose so high. Soars like an eagle over the steppe.

The soldier looks at the ground. Moscow floats beneath it in a labyrinth of houses and streets. And here is the outskirts. The city is over. Veligura flies over the countryside area. And suddenly the fighter realizes that the wind is carrying him towards the front. Here is the battle area, here is the front line.

The Nazis saw a Soviet balloon. They opened fire. Shells explode nearby. The balloon fighter feels uncomfortable.

The same would happen, of course, with Veligura. Yes, apparently, the fighter was indeed born wearing a shirt. They don't touch you, explosions pass by.

But the main thing is that suddenly, as if on command, the wind changed direction. Veliguru was carried away again to Moscow. The fighter returned almost to the same place from where he left. I went down safely.

The soldier is alive. Unharmed. Healthy.

So it turned out that Private Veligura flew to the enemies in a balloon almost in the same way as the famous Baron Munchausen in his time flew to the enemy fortress riding on a cannonball.

Everything is fine. There's only one problem. Few people believed in this flight. As soon as Veligura starts telling his story, his friends immediately shout:

Well, well, lie, bend, twist!

Veligura is no longer Veligura. As soon as the poor fellow opens his mouth, he immediately rushes:

Baron Munchausen!

War is war. Anything can happen here. It happens that they later consider it a fairy tale.

SHOCK

Ivan Kharlov served as a machine gunner in the 1st Shock Army.

On November 28, 1941, the Nazis attacked the city of Yakhroma with a tank attack. Yakhroma is located exactly north of Moscow, on the banks of the Moscow-Volga canal. The Nazis burst into the city and went to the canal. They captured the bridge over the canal and crossed to its eastern bank.

Enemy tank formations bypassed Moscow from the north. The situation was difficult, almost critical.

The 1st Shock Army received orders to stop the enemy.

Shock was drawn into the battle. Kharlov is in battle with others. He is experienced in battle. A rifle company went on the offensive. Kharlov fell to the machine gun. Protects Soviet riflemen with fire from his machine gun. Acts like Kharlov. Take your time. In vain he doesn’t let bullets into the field. Saves ammo. It hits right on target. Fires in short bursts. Kharlov feels somewhat responsible for the lives of the infantrymen. As if every extra death was on his account.

It’s good for the fighters under such protection.

And suddenly, a fragment of a fascist mine distorted the barrel of Kharlov’s machine gun.

It broke off and the fire died out.

And the enemy goes on the attack again. Kharlov looked - the Nazis took advantage of the fact that his machine gun had died down and moved the cannon forward. The cannon is about to hit our company. Kharlov’s hands clenched into fists from resentment. Then he stood there and suddenly fell to the ground, pressed himself and somehow crab-like, sideways, taking a slight detour, crawled towards the enemy cannon.

The soldiers saw it and froze.

“Fathers, certain death!”

The soldiers glared at Kharlov. Here it is closer to Kharlov’s gun, here it is closer. It's very close. He rose to his height. Swung it. Threw a grenade. Destroyed the fascist crew.

The soldiers could not restrain themselves:

Hurray for Kharlov!

Well, Ivan Andreich, now run.

As soon as they shouted, they saw: fascist tanks had come out from behind the hill and were heading straight for Kharlov.

Run! - the soldiers shout again.

However, Kharlov hesitates. Doesn't run back.

The soldiers looked more closely.

Look, look! - one shouts.

The soldiers see - Kharlov turns the fascist cannon towards the tanks. Unfolded. Crouched down. He fell to the sight.

Shot. A fascist tank caught fire. The hero knocked out two tanks. The rest turned aside.

The battle lasted until the evening. The Shock Army pushed the fascists back across the canal. I restored the situation here.

Happy soldiers:

How else! That's what Udarnaya is for!

How could it be otherwise, since there are people like Kharlov.

The story of Sergei Alekseev, Berlin Celebrity, is a story about the famous Soviet sniper during the Great Patriotic War, about Vasily Zaitsev.

BERLIN CELEBRITY

There were many famous snipers on the Stalingrad front: Viktor Medvedev, Gilfan Avzalov, Anatoly Chekhov... The most famous is Vasily Zaitsev. The famous sniper has almost three hundred killed fascists.

The Nazis decided to destroy the marksman. A large reward was offered to whoever killed the Soviet sniper. Zaitsev is only cautious and experienced. The Nazis are unable to determine from where the soldier is shooting. The fighter changes positions. Today he is sitting in a trench. Tomorrow he will hide behind the stonework of the basement. On the third day he shoots from the windows of a broken house. Climbing under the belly of a burnt tank, he hits the enemy on the fourth.

The promised reward does not help. There is no shooter among the Nazis at Stalingrad who would be equal to Vasily Zaitsev.

The Nazis increased the reward. Hunters are prowling everywhere. But no one has any luck. There is no shooter among the Germans at Stalingrad who could defeat Zaitsev.

It's a shame for the fascists. Hitler's commanders remembered that in Berlin there was a famous German marksman, Major Konings, the head of a school of fascist snipers. Konings was urgently summoned to Stalingrad. A Berlin sniper arrived on a special plane.

Konings learned the name of the Russian craftsman.

Zaitsev? Ho-ho! - laughed.

A resourceful man was found among the German soldiers:

Mister Major, Medvedev is among them!

And Viktor Medvedev is really after Vasily

Zaitseva was the most accurate shooter at the front.

The Berlin guest got the joke:

Ooh!

Konings is tall and broad-shouldered. On the neck is an Iron Cross.

The German soldiers are looking at Konings - that’s who will finish off Zaitsev. And at the same time with Medvedev, Avzalov, Chekhov...

And then Major Konings and Vasily Zaitsev came together in a sniper battle.

Be careful, Konings is very careful. Zaitsev is even more careful.

Eye-catcher Konings. Zaitsev is even smarter.

Konings is patient. Zaitsev is even more patient.

The shooters sat in front of each other for four days. They were waiting to see who would be the first to give themselves away, who would be the first to make a mistake.

Konings uses various tricks. Everyone is trying to make sure that the Soviet sniper pokes his head out from behind cover at least for a second. And Zaitsev is thinking about the same thing: how to force Major Konings to leave his hiding place for a second.

Heather Konings. Zaitsev is even more cunning. He called soldier Nikolai Kulikov over to him and instructed him: sit next to me. Take a stick, put the helmet on the stick, stick it out of the trench a little. If a shot rings out, throw up your hands, scream and fall.

Clear?

Clear! - the soldier answered.

Kulikov stuck his helmet out of the trench, and immediately a bullet hit the helmet. Kulikov threw up his hands as agreed, screamed and fell to the bottom of the trench. Konings is glad of his luck. I'm sure I hit Zaitsev. He was curious to look: he stuck his head out from behind the cover and looked. He looked, and immediately Vasily Zaitsev’s bullet killed Major Konings.

A Berlin celebrity lies motionless on Stalingrad soil. On the neck the Iron Cross sticks out like a tombstone.

Stories about courage, about the exploits of our soldiers and ordinary people, about human values during the Great Patriotic War. War stories for middle school children

INVISIBLE BRIDGE

The bridge is not a needle, not a pin. You will find the bridge immediately.

The first Soviet units crossed to the right bank of the Dnieper by swimming - on boats and boats.

However, the army is not only people. These include cars, tanks, and artillery. Cars and tanks need fuel. Ammunition - for tanks and artillery. You can't get it all across by swimming. Boats and boats are not suitable here. Bridges are needed. Moreover, they are durable and load-bearing.

The Nazis once noticed that a lot of Soviet soldiers and military equipment suddenly appeared on one of the Dnieper bridgeheads. It is clear to the fascists: it means that the Russians built a bridge somewhere nearby. Reconnaissance planes set off to search for the bridge. The pilots flew and flew. They took it north of the bridgehead, took it south, went up the Dnieper, went down, went down to the water itself - no, there was no bridge visible anywhere.

The pilots returned from the flight and reported:

— Bridge not found. Apparently there is no bridge.

The fascists wonder: how, by what miracle did the Russians cross? They send reconnaissance again. Again the planes went to search.

One of the pilots turned out to be more stubborn than the others. He flew and flew and suddenly - what is it? He looks and doesn’t believe his eyes. I rubbed my eyes. He looks again, and again he doesn’t believe it. And how can you believe it! There, below, under the wing, Soviet soldiers are walking across the Dnieper. They walk without a bridge, on water and do not drown. And then the tanks set off after them. And these walk on water. And these are miracles! - don't drown.

The pilot hurriedly returned to the airfield and reported to the general:

- Soldiers are walking on water!

- How is it on water?!

“By water, by water,” assures the pilot. “And the tanks go and don’t sink.”

The general sat down with the pilot on the plane. They flew up to the Dnieper. That's right: soldiers are walking on water. And the tanks also go and don’t sink.

You look down - miracles, and that’s all!

What's the matter? The bridge was built so that its decking did not rise above the water, as usual, but, on the contrary, went under the water - sappers reinforced the decking below the water level.

If you look at this bridge, everything is correct: soldiers are walking on the water.

The Nazis bombed the bridge fiercely. They bombed, and the bombs flew past. What a super-wonderful bridge this is.

MOUNTAINS

To the left and right the hills slightly obscured the sky. Between them lies a plain. February. Snow covered the hills and the field. In the distance, barely visible, is a windmill. The raven spread its wings over the field.

It's scary to look at the field here. And in breadth and distance, as far as the eye can see, there are mountains of fascist uniforms. And nearby there are mountains of burnt tanks, broken guns - solid piles of metal.

The Korsun-Shevchenko battle took place in these places.

Korsun-Shevchenkovsky is a city in Ukraine. Here, south of Kyiv, not far from the Dnieper, in January 1944, continuing to crush the Nazis, Soviet troops surrounded ten enemy divisions.

Our fascists were asked to lay down their arms. They sent parliamentarians. They presented our conditions to the fascist General Wilhelm Stemmermann, who commanded the encircled Nazis.

Stemmerman rejected the offer. They gave him the strictest order from Berlin to hold on.

The Nazis held firm. But our fascists were squeezed and crushed. And now the Nazis had very little left - the village of Shenderovka, the village of Komarovka, a place on the Skibin hill.

It was winter. February was gaining momentum. It's about to start to snow.

Stemmerman intended to take advantage of the weather. He decided to wait for the blizzard night and make a breakthrough.

“All is not lost, gentlemen,” Stemmerman told the officers. - The blizzard will cover us. Let's break out of captivity.

“The blizzard will cover us,” echo the officers.

“The blizzard will cover us,” the soldiers whispered. - Let's break out of captivity. Let's break out.

Everyone is waiting for the blizzard. They hope for snow and storm.

A storm and snow appeared.

The fascists gathered in rows and columns. We moved towards a breakthrough. They hoped to pass through unnoticed on a blizzard night. However, ours were on guard. They kept a watchful eye on the Nazis. The village of Shenderovka, the village of Komarovka, a place on the Skibin hill - here the last battle broke out.

February and the blizzard did not save the Nazis. The Nazis fought with vigor and tenacity. They walked ahead like crazy. Straight to the guns, straight to the tanks. However, it was not the Nazis who had the power, it was ours.

It was scary to look at the battlefield after the battle. General Stemmerman also remained on this field.

55 thousand fascist soldiers and officers were killed and wounded in the Korsun-Shevchenko battle. Many thousands were captured.

A blizzard walks and walks across the field, covering the fascist soldiers with snow.

OKSANKA

- Did you fight?

- Fought!

- And you fought?

- And I fought!

“And Manka,” said Taraska.

“And Oksanka,” said Manka.

Yes, the guys fought: both Taraska and Manka,

and Bogdan, and Grishka, and, imagine, Oksanka too, although Oksanka is only less than a year old.

In the days when our fascist troops had just surrounded Korsun-Shevchenkovsky, there was a muddy road unprecedented for that time. The frosts have eased. The thaw has begun. The roads became soft, swollen, and soggy. Not roads, but tears, pure abyss.

Cars are slipping on this abyss. The tractors are powerless on this abyss. The tanks are still standing.

The traffic stopped all around.

- Shells! Shells! - the batteries are screaming at the front.

- Disks! Disks! - the machine gunners demand.

The supply of mines at the front is running out, soon there will be no more grenades or machine gun belts.

The troops need mines, shells, grenades, and cartridges. However, traffic stopped all around.

The soldiers found a way out. They carried shells on their hands, and carried mines on their hands. They loaded grenades, landmines, discs onto their shoulders.

Residents of local villages see what the Soviet Army needs.

- And we are not armless!

- Give us some weight for our shoulders too!

Collective farmers came to the aid of Soviet soldiers. People were loaded with a leaden burden. We moved towards the front through the abysses.

“And I want to,” said Taraska.

“And I want to,” said Manka.

And Bogdan, and Grishka, and other guys too.

The parents looked at them. We took the boys with us. The children also loaded up for the front loads. They also carry shells.

The soldiers received ammunition. They opened fire on the enemies again. Mines began to sound. They started talking and fired the guns.

The guys return home and listen to shells exploding in the distance.

- Ours, our shells! - the guys shout.

- Beat the fascists! - Taraska shouts.

- Beat the fascists! - Bogdan shouts.

And Manka screams, and Grishka screams, and the other guys too. Glad guys, they helped ours.

Well, what does Oksana have to do with it, you say? Oksana is only less than a year old.

Oksanka’s mother also wanted to help the soldiers. But what about Oksanka? There is no one to leave Oksanka at home with. I took her mother with me. Behind her shoulders she carried a bag with discs for machine guns, and in front of her was Oksanka in her arms. For fun, I slipped her a cartridge.

When the collective farmers reached their destination and handed the luggage to the fighters, one of the fighters saw Oksanka, approached and bent down:

-Where are you from, little one?

The girl looked at the fighter. She smiled. She blinked. She extended her hand to him. The fighter looks, there is a cartridge on his little hand.

The fighter accepted the cartridge. I inserted a machine gun into the clip.

“Thank you,” said Oksanka.

Sergey Alekseev “Gorpina Pavlovna”

This happened during the fighting in Ukraine. Our troops were crossing north of Kyiv, near the village of Lyutezh, across the Dnieper.

Partisans and local residents helped Soviet soldiers cross to the right bank. Gorpina Pavlovna Tregub was among them.

Gorpina Pavlovna was a respected person on her collective farm. She was noted more than once for her good work. People in the village loved him for his kindness. She had two sons. Both fought in the Soviet army.

Gorpina Pavlovna was already middle-aged. The face is wrinkled, the hands are calloused.

When the Nazis captured her native village of Svaromye, Gorpina Pavlovna hid the boat. She stood behind the barn, behind the woodpile. Gorpina Pavlovna watched over her and protected her. She believed: the moment would come - the boat would serve the Soviet soldiers faithfully. She was waiting for our soldiers. She believed in our victory.

Then she whispered about the boat to her neighbor.

“For ours,” said Gorpina Pavlovna.

The neighbor marveled. Then I thought: so

It’s true - ours will come from the east, from the other side of the Dnieper, how can we meet ours without boats.

It went from neighbor to neighbor, from house to house, from street to street. So other people got boats. They stood in the village behind the houses, behind the barns. We were waiting for our moment.

We waited.

When the crossing of Soviet troops began at Lyutezh, Gorpina Pavlovna was among the first to arrive with her boat to the Dnieper. Who was younger - to Gorpina Pavlovna:

-Where are you going, old man?!

- There, to ours, on the left bank.

She got into the boat, swung her oars, and was the first to swim to ours.

She swam, stopped, and bowed to the soldiers at the waist.

- Welcome, my dears. Sit down, sons. I've arrived for you.

The soldiers are watching - an old woman.

-Who are you?

- I'm a soldier's mother.

The soldiers got into the boat.

Gorpina Pavlovna turned to the soldiers and asked about her sons:

- Dear ones, don’t you know Semyon Tregub? Don’t you know Anton Tregub?

“Not among ours,” said the soldiers.

“I see,” the woman answered. - So it’s not time, it means they’re still coming.

The soldiers pushed off from the shore. Gorpina Pavlovna sat down on the oars. Someone said:

- Let's help, mom.

“Sit, sit,” Gorpina Pavlovna smiled. - Your business is there, ahead. — She quickly started working with the oars. “The boat has been listening to me for fifty years now.” I am godfather of the Dnieper, dear ones.

The woman transported the first batch of fighters across the Dnieper and again to the left bank. Sometimes it’s on the left bank, sometimes on the right. First on the right, then again on the left.

A woman meets our warriors:

“Not among ours,” is the answer again.

Gorpina Pavlovna sighs:

- So they are still coming.

And again at the oars. And again to the right, to the left bank.

The sun was setting towards evening. And Gorpina Pavlovna still asked the soldiers the same question:

— Don’t you know Semyon Tregub? Don’t you know Anton Tregub?

- We know! We know! - the soldiers shout. - Here they are both.

They both went to the shore. Handsome men. Guardsmen. Each one is a fathom tall.

- Dear ones! - the old woman screamed. She fell on the guardsmen's chests in tears.

An officer ran by:

- Why the delay? He hears in response:

- Mother is here. The soldier's mother came.

The crossing has ended. Then, already on the other side, the soldiers asked each other:

- How did you get across?

- With Gorpina Pavlovna.

- With her, with Gorpina Pavlovna!

- So it turns out that they are godsons!

Gorpina Pavlovna had many godchildren. Indeed, she is a soldier’s mother.

Sergey Alekseev “Oksanka”

- Did you fight?

- Fought!

- And you fought?

- And I fought!

“And Manka,” said Taraska.

“And Oksanka,” said Manka.

Yes, the guys fought: Taraska, and Manka, and Bogdan, and Grishka, and, imagine, Oksanka too, although Oksanka is only less than a year old.

Cars are slipping on this abyss. The tractors are powerless on this abyss. The tanks are still standing.

The traffic stopped all around.

- Shells! Shells! - the batteries are screaming at the front.

- Disks! Disks! - the machine gunners demand.

The supply of mines at the front is running out, soon there will be no more grenades or machine gun belts.

The troops need mines, shells, grenades, and cartridges. However, traffic stopped all around.

The soldiers found a way out. They carried shells on their hands, and carried mines on their hands. They loaded grenades, landmines, discs onto their shoulders.

Residents of local villages see what the Soviet army needs.

- And we are not armless!

- Give us some weight for our shoulders too! Collective farmers came to the aid of the Soviets

to the warriors. People were loaded with a leaden burden. We moved towards the front through the abysses.

“And I want to,” said Taraska.

“And I want to,” said Manka.

And Bogdan, and Grishka, and other guys too. The parents looked at them. We took the boys with us. The children also loaded up for the front loads. They also carry shells.

The soldiers received ammunition. They opened fire on the enemies again. Mines began to sound. They started talking and fired the guns.

The guys return home and listen to shells exploding in the distance.

- Ours, our shells! - the guys shout.

- Beat the fascists! - Taraska shouts.

- Beat the fascists! - Bogdan shouts.

And Manka screams, and Grishka screams, and the other guys too. Glad guys, they helped ours.

Well, what does Oksana have to do with it, you say? Oksana is only less than a year old.

When the collective farmers reached their destination and handed the luggage to the fighters, one of the fighters saw Oksanka, approached and bent down:

-Where are you from, little one?

The girl looked at the fighter. She smiled. She blinked. She extended her hand to him. The fighter looks, there is a cartridge on his little hand.

The fighter accepted the cartridge. I inserted a machine gun into the clip.

“Thank you,” said Oksanka.

Sergey Alekseev “Engineering operation”

Belarus is a land of swamps. Queen of bogs and swamps. Fighting in such places is both easy and difficult. It's easy to be on the defensive. It is difficult to walk through the swamps.

A plan was being prepared to defeat the Nazis near the city of Bobruisk. On the way to Bobruisk there was the city of Parichi. Parichi is located on the Berezina River. The question was being decided from which side to attack Parichi: from the south, from the right bank of the Berezina, or from the east, from its left bank.

However, for all military sciences it was possible to strike here only from the east. Swamps stretched south from Parichi: those same Belarusian ones, bottomless.

It is clear to the fascists: if there is an attack on Parichi, it will only be from the east. It is also clear to us that if we go to Parichi, then, of course, only from the east.

It’s clear, it’s clear, but our commanders are not in the mood to come from the east. The fascists have gained a strong foothold here. They are waiting for the blow from here. The roads and trails were targeted. Landmines and mines were laid out.

The army that was supposed to advance here was commanded by General Pavel Ivanovich Batov. Batov is racking his brains over the operation plan. He goes to the left bank of the Berezina, where it is dry, where it is necessary to attack according to all military sciences; he goes to the right, where there are swamps, where according to these same sciences it is absolutely forbidden to step. The soldiers notice that the general is traveling to the right bank more and more often.

Batov's army was part of the 1st Belorussian Front. The front was commanded by General Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokossovsky. And Rokossovsky is scratching his head. Everyone is thinking about the operation. He goes to the left bank of the Berezina, he goes to the right. More and more often he drives on the right.

The actions of our troops on this section of the front were coordinated by the representative of the Headquarters of the Supreme High Command, Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov. And Zhukov is racking his brains over the same question. He goes to the Berezina, to the left, to the right bank. More and more often he drives on the right. He wanders through the swamps in thought.

It must be said that they secretly travel to the swamps. They hide their trips. One thing is clear: the swamps do not give them peace.

And here the marshal and the generals unexpectedly met.

“We wish you good health, Comrade Marshal,” the generals greeted the Marshal.

“I wish you good health, comrade generals,” answered Zhukov. He looked at the generals: “What brought you here?”

“Yes, so,” Rokossovsky and Batov shrugged, “a moment of rest was snatched.” The places here are fabulous.

The generals themselves responded to the marshal:

—What do we owe to your presence, Comrade Marshal?

“Yes, well, I remembered something from my childhood, I haven’t walked through the swamps for a long time,” answered Zhukov.

Zhukov looked at Rokossovsky, at Batov, Batov and Rokossovsky looked at Zhukov - the marshal and the generals laughed. It is clear to them why they met. It is clear to everyone what brought them here to the swamps.

- So the swamps are disturbing? - Zhukov asked.

The day came for the start of the operation near Bobruisk. Our troops were hit.

The fascists look: everything is correct, everything is according to military science - the Russians struck from the left, from the dry bank of the Berezina. They threw all their strength here to repel our strike. The troops were drawn into the battle. And suddenly:

- Russians from the south!

- How about from the south? There are bogs, swamps, swamps!

That's right. The Russians emerge from the swamp.

Like forest ghosts, Soviet tanks and guns appeared from the swamps. The blow was swift and unexpected. Pali Parichi. Units went to Bobruisk.

Our military engineers and construction battalions worked a lot. Everything was calculated down to the slightest detail, everything was checked and double-checked. It was they who laid roads and decks here, along which Soviet tanks and artillery then passed. It was their work that brought victory.

“Engineering operation” was the name of the attack near Parichi.

Sergey Alekseev “Bear”

Mishka visited the Southwestern Front, and then was part of the troops that defeated the Nazis at Stalingrad. Then for some time he was with the troops in the rear, in the front reserve. Then he ended up as part of the 303rd Infantry Division on the Voronezh Front, then on the Central Front, and again on the Voronezh Front. He was in the armies of generals Managarov, Chernyakhovsky, and again Managarov. The bear cub grew up during this time. There was a sound in the shoulders. The bass cut through. It became a boyar fur coat.

But suddenly the Nazis hear some kind of terrible roar! “What would it be?” - the fascists wonder. We listened and took a closer look.

- Ber! Ber! Bear! - someone shouted.

The bear walked like a hero.

“He should be a reward,” the soldiers laughed.

He received a reward: a plate of fragrant honey. He ate and purred. He licked the plate until it was shiny and shiny. Added honey. Added again. Eat, fill up, hero. Toptygin!

Soon the Voronezh Front was renamed the 1st Ukrainian Front. Together with the front troops, Mishka went to the Dnieper.

Mishka has grown up. Quite a giant. Where can soldiers tinker with such a huge thing during a war? The soldiers decided: if we come to Kyiv, we’ll put him in the zoo. We will write on the cage: the bear is an honored veteran and participant in a great battle.

However, the road to Kyiv passed. Their division passed by. There was no bear left in the menagerie. Even the soldiers are happy now.

From Ukraine Mishka came to Belarus. He took part in the battles near Bobruisk, then ended up in the army that marched to Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

Belovezhskaya Pushcha is a paradise for animals and birds. The best place on the entire planet. The soldiers decided: this is where we’ll leave Mishka.

- That's right: under his pine trees. Under the spruce.

- This is where he finds freedom.

Our troops liberated the Belovezhskaya Pushcha region. And now the hour of separation has come. The fighters and the bear are standing in a forest clearing.

- Goodbye, Toptygin!

- Walk free!

- Live, start a family!

Mishka stood in the clearing. He stood up on his hind legs. I looked at the green thickets. I smelled the forest smell through my nose.

He walked with a roller gait into the forest. From paw to paw. From paw to paw. The soldiers look after:

- Be happy, Mikhail Mikhalych!

And suddenly a terrible explosion thundered in the clearing. The soldiers ran towards the explosion - Toptygin was dead and motionless.

A bear stepped on a fascist mine. We checked - there are a lot of them in Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

The war marches on without pity. War has no weariness.

Sergey Alekseev “Fatalists”

It was an extraordinary march - a march of fascists through the streets of Moscow.

The privates are coming.

The officers are coming.

The generals are coming.

The sun made an arc across the sky. And they keep coming and going.

The generals are coming. They dreamed of Moscow. Back in 1941, fascist generals swore an oath to enter Moscow. Then the general's dreams collapsed. They were beaten near Moscow.

“Nothing, nothing,” the generals reassured each other. - We are fatalists! (A fatalist is someone who stubbornly believes in his fate.) We should be in Moscow. Definitely to be.

The summer of 1942 has arrived. Again success is on the side of the fascists. We approached Stalingrad, to the banks of the Volga.

Fascists triumph:

- Here it is, the great hour. More pressure and our Stalingrad. And behind him, Moscow is certainly ours.

Their pressure failed. They squeezed and captured the Nazis then near the Volga.

“Nothing, nothing,” the fascist generals reassure each other again. - We are fatalists! We are fatalists! Let us be victorious. Let's walk through Moscow in columns.

1943 The Nazis began the battle of Kursk.

- Here it is, the hour of victory! This is it, the end of Russia!

And sure enough, the hour of victory has arrived. Only our, Soviet victory. The Nazis were defeated again in battle.

However, fascist generals are stubborn. They say it again:

- We are fatalists! We are fatalists!

They turned out to be fatalists. It happened - what we dreamed of. They visited Moscow.

1944 July 17th. The Nazis are marching and marching along the streets of Moscow under the escort of Soviet soldiers. There are a lot of them - more than 57 thousand. These are only those and only a part of those who were captured by Soviet troops during Operation Bagration. The fascists are taking a shameful step.

The privates are coming.

The officers are coming.

The generals are coming.

It's been an hour.

Two are coming.

Three are coming.

The fatalists are walking. Moscow is celebrating all around.

Stories for schoolchildren about the storming of Berlin and our complete Victory

Sergey Alekseev “Seelow Heights”

Our troops were marching on Berlin. The Seelow Heights rose before them.

Seelow Heights is a fortified area on the way to Berlin. The terrain here is elevated, hilly, and convenient for defense. On the side from which the Soviet troops are advancing, the heights have steep slopes. They are cut by trenches and trenches. In front of them is a deep anti-tank ditch. There are minefields and enemy firing points all around. Seelow Heights - the second line of Hitler's defense.

The Soviet infantry rushed to storm the heights. Could not overcome the enemy's defense. The tanks rushed to attack. We couldn’t break through to a new frontier. All day long until late at night, and even at night, Soviet units attacked the Seelow Heights. Their enemies hold them tightly. Our attacks are unsuccessful. The day did not bring good luck. The night did not break the Nazis.

The Nazis called the Seelow Heights “Berlin Castle”. They hold the defense tightly here. They understand that here, at these heights, the fate of Berlin is being decided.

Soviet units of the fascists are attacking. In the midst of the battle, a Soviet plane appeared above the attacking troops. An airplane is like an airplane. The soldiers would not have paid much attention to him. Only suddenly the plane began circling over our units. He circled, circled, waved his wing, then something separated from him. Immediately the parachute opened. The soldiers see something coming down. What - you won’t understand. One thing is clear - not a person.

The parachute descended below. The soldiers see: there is a key on the slings.

The key is huge and old. The parachute dropped to the ground. The soldiers ran up. They see that there is a board attached to the key. The words are written on the board. The soldiers read: “Guardsmen are friends, forward to victory!” We send you the key to the Berlin gates!”

- Wow!

- What an idea!

Soldiers are crowding around the key, everyone wants to take a look.

It turned out that this key was made and sent to their infantry friends by Soviet pilots.

The key was exactly the same as the one that Russian troops captured in 1760, when they had already taken the city of Berlin once.

The soldiers liked the pilots' idea. The infantrymen understood the aviators' hint.

- Well, if there is a key, we will open the lock too!

Indeed, the next day, Soviet troops captured the Seelow Heights.

And a day later, Marshal Zhukov’s armies broke through the third and final defensive line of the Nazis.

Ahead, beyond the scaffolding, lay Berlin.

Berlin was nearby. The more viciously the Nazis fought.

Sergey Alekseev “Ah!”

Dürinshof is one of the small towns near Berlin. They don’t expect Russians here, they don’t believe in our rapid breakthrough.

And suddenly, out of the blue, Soviet tanks appeared near the town. In a short battle they defeated the fascists who had caught up here. Tanks are passing through the city.

The tankers threw away the armored hatches, looked out, looked at the streets. In one of the cars is Lieutenant Andrei Melnik. Tanks pass through the streets along the houses. Melnik reads signs on buildings and stores: “Pharmacy”, “Bread”, “Ideal Milk”. And here is another sign: “Telephone exchange.”

The lieutenant read it and figured something out in his mind.

- Stop! - shouted to the mechanic.

The tank slowed down so as not to disturb others and drove to the side.

Lieutenant Melnik got out of the tank and ran to the telephone exchange. He’s running, apparently he’s come up with something naughty. The eyes sparkle painfully slyly.

Melnik entered the station premises. Two female telephone operators are sitting at the machines. The telephone operators saw a Soviet officer. Both:

And they immediately fainted.

- Do not be afraid! - the lieutenant shouts. - Do not be afraid!

He approached one, approached the second, brought both one and the other to their senses. The telephone operators opened their eyes and looked sideways at the Soviet lieutenant.

Melnik smiled and spoke German. And I must say that he knew German perfectly:

- Connect me, dear medchen (that is, girls) with Berlin.

He just said, like the telephone operator again:

And they fainted again.

Lieutenant Melnik is trying to bring them to their senses again. Does not work. The telephone operators do not come to their senses. They lie in deep fear. Melnik thought and thought and decided to call Berlin himself. I tried it and immediately had success. A voice was heard on the phone:

— Berlin is listening to you.

“Receive the telephone message,” says Melnik.

“Ready to receive,” answers the Berlin telephone operator.

Melnik dictates:

- To the Commandant of Berlin, General Weidling. Have you recorded it? - asks the telephone operator.

- Wait in Berlin. We'll be there soon. Prepare the apartments. Have you recorded it?

“I wrote it down,” the telephone operator answers.

“With guards greetings,” the lieutenant continues to dictate. — The telephone message was transmitted by the commander of a platoon of Soviet tanks, Lieutenant Melnik.

As soon as the lieutenant uttered these words, it was as if on the phone:

And the receiver went silent.

- Hello! Hello!

The handset does not respond.

It is clear to the lieutenant that in Berlin Mädchen also fainted.

The lieutenant pushed the tanker's helmet onto the back of his head. He smiled and ran to the exit. He returned to his people.

- What's there? — they turned to him with questions.

The tankman smiled slyly:

- Yes, so... I called a friend of mine.

Sergey Alekseev “Danke Schön”

A camp kitchen stopped on one of the Berlin streets. The fighting had just broken out all around. The stones have not yet cooled down from the fights. The soldiers reached for food. Soldier's porridge is delicious after a battle. Soldiers eat on three cheeks.

Yurchenko is busy in the kitchen. Sergeant Yurchenko is a cook, the owner of the kitchen. The soldiers praise the porridge. The sergeant is pleased to hear kind words.

- Who needs supplements? Who needs supplements?

“Well, give me a lift,” responded Corporal Zyuzin.

Yurchenko added porridge to Zyuzin. Bustling around the kitchen again. Suddenly Yurchenko feels as if someone is looking at the soldier’s back. He turned around - and indeed. Standing in the gateway of the nearest house, as tall as a boy, he looks at Zyuzin, looking at the kitchen with hungry eyes.

The sergeant beckoned to the boy:

- Well, come here.

He approached the soldier's kitchen.

“Look, you timid one,” said Corporal Zyuzin.

Yurchenko took a bowl and filled it with porridge. Gives it to the baby.

“Danke shön,” said the baby. He grabbed the bowl and rushed into the gateway.

Someone said after him:

- Don’t eat the bowl, make sure you return it!

“Eh, I’m hungry, apparently,” Zyuzin noted.

Ten minutes passed. The boy has returned. He pulls out the bowl, and with it his plate. He handed over the bowl and glanced sideways at the plate.

- What do you want, supplements?

“Bitte, für shwester,” said the boy.

“He’s asking for his little sister,” someone explained.

“Well, take it to your sister too,” Yurchenko answered. The cook filled the plate with porridge.

“Danke shön,” said the boy. And again he disappeared into the gateway.

Ten minutes passed. The baby is back again. He approached the camp kitchen. Pulls a plate:

- Bitte, für mutter. (Asks for mother.)

The soldiers laughed:

- Look how agile you are!

The boy also received porridge for his mother.

The boy was the first. Soon a group of guys had already gathered near the camp kitchen. They stand in the distance, looking at the bowls, at the kitchen, at the porridge.

The soldiers eat the soldiers' porridge, they see hungry children, the porridge is not porridge, it does not fit into the soldiers' mouths. The soldiers looked at each other. Zyuzin on Yurchenko, on Zyuzin Yurchenko.

- Come on, come on! - Yurchenko shouted to the guys.

The guys ran up to the kitchen.

“Don’t crowd, don’t crowd,” Zyuzin restores order.

I gave the guys bowls. He built one in the back of the other's head.

The guys get porridge:

- Danke schoen!

Apparently the guys were hungry. The guys eat with three cheeks.

Suddenly a plane howled in the sky above this place. The soldiers looked up. Not our plane - a fascist one.

- Well, go home! Well, let's go home! - Corporal Zyuzin drove the guys away from the kitchen.

The guys don't leave. After all, there is porridge nearby. It's a pity to part with the porridge.

- March! - the corporal shouted.

The plane dives. The bomb came off. Flies.

The children rushed in different directions. Only

Zyuzin was the only one who hesitated. A bomb hit - neither the kitchen nor Zyuzin. Only the porridge, as if alive, crawls over the stones and along the silent street.

Sergey Alekseev “Victory”

- Sergeant Egorov!

- I'm Sergeant Egorov!

- Junior Sergeant Kantaria!

- I am junior sergeant Kantaria!

The commander called the soldiers to him. Soviet

soldiers were entrusted with an honorable task. They were presented with a battle flag. This banner had to be installed on the Reichstag building.

The fighters took the show and left. Many looked after them with envy. Everyone now wanted to be in their place.

There is a battle going on at the Reichstag.

Bent down, Egorov and Kantaria run across the square. Soviet soldiers are closely watching their every move. Suddenly the Nazis opened furious fire, and the standard bearers had to lie down for cover. Then our fighters begin the attack again, and Egorov and Kantaria run further.

Now they are already on the stairs. We ran up to the columns supporting the entrance to the building. Kantaria sits Egorov down, and he tries to attach the banner at the entrance to the Reichstag.

- Oh, it would be higher! — a sigh escapes from the watching fighters.

And, as if having heard the request of their comrades, Egorov and Kantaria take down the banner and run on. They burst into the Reichstag and disappear behind its doors.

The battle is already going on on the second floor. Several minutes pass, and a red banner appears again in one of the windows, not far from the main entrance. Appeared. It swayed. And it disappeared again.

The soldiers became worried. What about your comrades? Aren't they killed?!

A minute passes, two... ten. Anxiety grips the soldiers more and more. Another thirty minutes pass, but neither Egorov, nor Kantaria, nor the banner are visible anymore.

And suddenly a cry of joy escapes from hundreds of fighters. The banner is intact. Friends are alive. Crouching, they run at the very top of the building - along the roof. Here they are straightened up to their full height, holding the banner in their hands and waving greetings to their comrades.

Then they suddenly rush to the glass dome, which rises above the roof of the Reichstag, and carefully begin to climb even higher.

- That's right, there it is - to the sky itself! - the soldiers shout.

- Higher, brothers, higher!

There were still battles in the square and in the building, and on the roof of the Reichstag, at the very top, in the spring sky above defeated Berlin, the Victory Banner was already confidently fluttering. Two Soviet warriors Mikhail Egorov and Militon Kantaria, and with them thousands of other fighters of different nationalities, through the blizzard and bad weather of war, brought it here, to the very fascist lair, and installed it to the fear of their enemies as a symbol of the invincibility of Soviet weapons.

Several days passed, and the fascist generals admitted that they were finally defeated. Hitler's Germany was completely defeated. The great liberation war of the Soviet people against fascism ended in our complete victory.

Soon a grand Victory Parade took place in Moscow on Red Square. The combined regiments that arrived from the fronts passed by the Mausoleum. A lot of guests in the square.

The shelves are passing by. The soldiers are stamping a step. And in every step it sounds like an echo: “Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The soldiers are coming. And here comes a special company. The square began to stir and move:

-What are the soldiers carrying there?

The soldiers carried the banners of defeated Nazi Germany. The soldiers came up to the Mausoleum. They turned around sharply. We stepped forward. Everything in the square froze. Enemy banners flew to the ground.

And the shelves come again. And again in a soldier’s step - like a cry, like an echo: “Victory! Victory! Victory!"

And in the evening there were fireworks.

The land and people rejoiced. The volleys thundered, thundered, thundered. Then joy flew up into the sky like lights.

The book “One Hundred Stories about the War” is a collection that includes stories and short stories by Sergei Alekseev. Many readers admire the way this author writes about the war and, reading this book, you understand that it is not in vain. All the stories are written in simple words, they can be read even by children, but it will also be useful for adults to remember something very important. The book evokes patriotic feelings and is remembered for a long time. You understand that the exploits of your ancestors cannot be forgotten and you need to appreciate them.

The collection consists of short stories 2-3 pages long. They depict the lives of ordinary people and soldiers who defended their homeland with honor and courage, not sparing themselves. People here are who they are, real. They are afraid of losing their home and relatives, they are afraid for the fate of their fatherland. And often it is at such a moment that a second wind seems to open and the strength to fight and believe appears. Anything is possible as long as there is hope in the soul.

The stories are educational and will make children feel positive, empathetic and proud of how bravely their ancestors fought. Such a book should definitely be in everyone’s library; it simply will not allow you to forget about humanity and the value of every day you live.

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Stories about the great Moscow battle

Hill Zhirkovsky

Force

Mtsensk

Vyazma

General Zhukov

Red Square

Dubosekov's feat

INVISIBLE BRIDGE

MOUNTAINS

OKSANKA

Sergey Alekseev “Gorpina Pavlovna”

Sergey Alekseev “Oksanka”

Sergey Alekseev “Engineering operation”

Sergey Alekseev “Bear”

Sergey Alekseev “Fatalists”

Stories for schoolchildren about the storming of Berlin and our complete Victory

Sergey Alekseev “Seelow Heights”

Sergey Alekseev “Ah!”

Sergey Alekseev “Danke Schön”

Sergey Alekseev “Victory”

Sergey Alekseev
Stories about the Great Patriotic War