Великая отечественная война на английском сочинение

Memoirs
from the war

Biryukov
Denis

70
years have passed since the Great Patriotic War but the memory about this event
is still alive. It left its traits in the whole history and in people’s
hearts.  We, the youth of the XXI century, cannot even imagine what sacrifices
our forefathers brought for the sake of the victory of our motherland. But in
spite of all difficulties, the Russian spirit wasn’t broken because our
soldiers fought till the last breath, till the last drop of blood. The grief
touched every family of that time. The major of them keep stories about their
heroic great-grandparents. I want to tell you about my great-grandparents who
became a role model for me.

It’s
a story of my great-grandmother, Andreeva Raisa Stepanovna (left). She was
seventeen when she implored the military commissariat to be taken to the war.
My great — grandmother told that the train to the frontline was full of young
girls and boys. They’d like to have a little bit more space, so stuffy it was
in the carriage. But that moment it wasn’t the most important.  They joked and
spoke about future victory, sang patriotic songs and believed in happy life. They
promised to remember each other and meet after the war.

But
the war spared nobody. Too many sacrifices were brought for the life of future
generations. When my great-grandmother was coming back home after the end of
the war the same train was absolutely empty. There was nobody except her and
two girls. Such a terrible silence: no songs, no jokes, just some unclear
flashes somewhere deep in the dark memory. They couldn’t utter a single word
because they were crying about young people who would never know about that
great victory, never live in a new happy world, never find their first love and
see the smile of their parents again. It was like the loss of brothers and
sisters. They brought this pain through their hearts.

This
war became a symbol of the strength of Russian people. We ought to keep the
peace which they won for us.

Best friend

Karpova Anastasiya

Such a cold winter night.  Lyova is
sitting alone on the roof of an old house and remembering how the war began. 
In 1941 his mother and sister left Leningrad. Lyova stayed to defend the homeland
but he was not taken to the army because of the young age, 16. Since that day,
he has come through a lot. The most important, he got and lost a real friend;
they met in the Kresty prison. How did Lyova get there? Unbearable hunger
confused his mind and he had to commit looting.

Fortunately,
his story did not end there. The commander of the
Kresty Prison gave a secret mission to him and his new friend. Lyova couldn’t
even expect what mission it would be, that his friend would pay such a high
price for his courage… And he was really brave! Kolya saved Lyova’s life,
snatched from a cannibal. Yes, cannibals became ordinary things in Leningrad. “Could
Lenin imagine that Germany would try to conquer this city and make people eat
their own species?!” Lyova is protesting.

Yes, the friends had enough food to keep body and soul together;
thanks to Kolya’s resourcefulness and cunning, they did not kick the bucket.
Also, Kolya found the house for them. They lived in his friend’s flat. Before
the Great Patriotic War she was the most beautiful girl of the Leningrad State University but now, watching her
transparent skin, messy hair and a thin body, no one could say that.

His best friend kept a dangerous secret, Lyova’s father is Jude. “Now
if you want to save your life, you must hide your background”, told Lyova’s
mother.  “Don’t worry, my dear mother. Very soon Russians will repulse Hitler!
Soviet Army will crush the Third Reich and I, with all my might, will shout that I am a Jew”,
replied Lyova confidently.

His thoughts came back to Kolya. He made a lot of important things
for Lyova but it didn’t save his life from the enemy bullet. Why? “I did not even
have an opportunity to thank him”, heavy tears were rolling down the boy’s cheeks.

The children of the war

 Shumeiko
Darya

It
was some years ago. On that significant day my grandfather, as always,
organized a great holiday and invited all his friends. May 25, not May 9 as it
is for our great country, was their “The Day of the Victory”. It was so,
because exactly on this day odious Germans had left their village forever.

My
grandfather and his friends were the children of the war. That is why their
childhood was very hungry, cold and terrible. I remember it from their stories,
which they told at those annual heartwarming meetings. So, I want to offer you
some of them, which impressed me most.

This
is the first story. One hot summer day of 1943 some boys were playing “the war”
at a back yard. Every “fighter” occupied his definite place and tried to move
as fast as possible.  A little “soldier” Vova was lying on the ground,
invisible for everybody, behind the bushes of lilac. Suddenly, he saw his
“enemy”, who was running away. The boy ran after him keeping a wooden gun ready
for fight. He turned round the corner, screwed up the eyes and began to shoot.
Hardly had Vova ended the shooting, when he saw in front of him a real adult
German soldier and a black muzzle of his pistol. Never had this child felt such
a “nightmarish horror”! Fortunately, at that very moment a woman from a neighboring
house saw it. She ran to them quickly and began to explain in poor German to
the man that the boy was just playing. And it was a great luck that the soldier
understood everything, laughed and continued his way.

The
second story happened in inclement December of the same year. That time there
wasn’t enough food, but Sasha’s mother had successfully managed to get a little
sack of flour. The woman baked small pies without any stuffing. She could give
her children only three pies a day for each. But clever Sasha, he was 6,
thought if he slept the whole day, he would eat all his pies for supper to
conquer the terrible hunger. The mother woke him in the morning and afternoon,
but the boy refused to get up and eat. In the evening he asked his mother for
his three wishful pies, but the woman gave him only one, because she had
already shared two another between two Sasha’s younger sisters. The boy was
very upset because of that unexpected turn of events. The poor little and very
smart child was eating a pie and crying.

Could
modern young people imagine such a childhood, such a life? Would they be able
to survive in such circumstances? I think they wouldn’t. Nowadays people are
completely different. We have another world view. And if someone feels, that
his or her life is very hard, he or she should remember people who survived in
that war. A person should imagine himself or herself at their place. Then, I am
completely sure that all problems and troubles would become fictions, and a man
would understand that everything is not so bad and there is nothing to worry
about.

My
diary

 Galkova Valeriya

January 23, 1943

My
dear sister, I hope that one day you’ll read my diary. I can’t stop thinking
about you! You wrote that our mom had died. It’s hard to believe in. Anna, keep
all your courage! I promise I’ll come back and find the people who stole her
food cards and brought her to a heart attack.

February 3, 1943

I
am in the hospital. Nothing serious, light wound; but soon I’ll be back to the
front. There are only Germans, mines and blood. War is really the worst thing
that can happen. But here, on the battlefield, I start to believe that the war
puts priorities faithfully and the most important things in everyone’s life,
such as friendship or love, are tested for strength.

February 16, 1943

Hello
again, my dear sister! I quickly take a notebook and write to you. I’m so
happy.  I’m truly in love. Of course, I understand how it sounds. War is not the
place for feelings, there is much more important things to think about: our
homeland and its welfare. But I can’t bring myself to forget. I met a girl here
in the hospital. If only you could see her, Anna… She is a nurse, she is afraid
of nothing. This girl is stronger than many of us here. Her name is Lily. All
her family were killed by fascists.

February 27, 1943

The
fighting has been lasting for 4 days. We sustain huge losses.  But there is
good news. Today we captured several German soldiers. It’s an unexplainable
feeling. It seems they are people just like us, but there is so much hatred for
the Russian people in them. They pour insults to any our question. They wish to
cut out our hearts, can you imagine? Anna, I’m with you! Just close your eyes and
put your hand to your heart.

March 5, 1943

It’s
the third year of the war already. My beloved sister, I believe that everything
will be over soon. Our platoon forced the Germans to leave a local village. You
know, we have a great captain, he is a colonel and he encourages us to believe
in the best.

Dearest
Anya, hold on, please! I’ll be back and we’ll build a new life. Don’t be
discouraged, we’ll win! Do you remember our mom always said, “Never give up”?
Let’s follow her advice.

I’m
still looking forward to your letters. They give me hope. Write to me, my
little Anna. I miss you very much!

Forefathers
to their future generations

 Kotov Alexandr

My
warm regards to our future generations of the Soviet Union. I’m writing you
from the very siege of Leningrad. It’s about 5 a.m. and now it’s quiet here but
fights and bombardments can begin any second. But what a nice dawn over my
head! I’m a sergeant Kotov and I decided to write you because we fight for our
Motherland, the blue and clear sky, the peace in the world for all of you.

Now
it’s the 809^th day of the siege. Nazis closed all roads to Leningrad
in all directions. They bomb our factories, houses, headquarters and hospitals.
They are strong and antihuman. I don’t know how long it will continue but I can
say with a firm confidence that everything will change and the victory will
favour us.

I
remember the words of our great prince of Rusland,” We have no choice — we
ought to fight. So, don’t make a shame of Rusland, fight till the death because
dead men have nothing to be ashamed of. If we flee, dishonor will befall us
all.” Our history encourages us to fight.

Indeed,
the situation is absolutely horrible. People don’t have a thing to eat except
125 grams of bread for one person. How could one survive with such a ration?
But under no circumstances people lose they hearts and heads. On the 500^th
day of the siege every man already suffered all stiffness of the war. One man
came into the bakery and broke all shelves with bread. Then he shouted, “Take
all bread home”. But people didn’t follow his action and punished him for it,
though the hunger was wild. That means to remain a man in difficult situations.

Also,
there are a lot of uncountable examples of patriotism which does happen every
day in every fight. Every day a new hero shows himself in tough battles for
better of our Fatherland. Let me tell you about my brother – soldier, Tipanov
Alexander, who was a gunner. When he used all his cartridges in the battle he
told us, “For the glory of our victory over the enemy we will spare nothing
even our lives”. Then he crawled to the loophole of Nazis with two grenades and
threw them into the loophole. The shooting stopped but for a while. Suddenly
shots continued. Tipov jumped and covered the loophole with his body and all
our soldiers rushed to the attack and defeated the enemy in that fight. I have
just heard the sound of the fascists’ armour machines and I have to go to a
fighting position.

In
the end, our future generations, I want to ask every one of you to remember us,
not to forget that people of the Soviet Union are all one. Don’t let the bloody
historical pages repeat the war. I am sure that we will win. Be worthy sons of
the Fatherland. We, your forefathers, hope and believe in all of you.

The cat

Mkhitaryan
Monika

11^th, November, 1942

I
was woken up by a deafening roar, reminding a bomb explosion. Again… I looked
out of the small dusty window of our ramshackle garret. Volleys of weapons,
rumble, machine-guns… Belligerents melded… Bombardments have been tormenting us
for two dreadful years. It`s so difficult to stand it up. Hunger is slowly
killing us. How can I feed my grandchildren and our cat Anika?! Yes, she is a
member of our family.

19^th, December, 1942

Here
came the bloody winter. Homicidal frost and wild hunger are the two
indispensable riders of death. Everybody tries to stay alive any possible way…

***

Today
we found a piece of bread! We shared it between all of us: grandsons, the cat
and me. Poor cat… War doesn`t spare even animals…

30^th, December, 1942

New
Year Eve… Another year of sufferings is coming. Fusillades, aggression,
fascist`s attacks wait for us again. Our life gradually turned into a hell.
Children… My poor grandsons… This war deprived them of parents, home coziness,
happy childhood…

15^th, January, 1943

Our
cat birthed five kittens. Five kittens!… We tried to keep body and soul
together by four; it is improbably difficult to bring up kittens during this
terrible period! I looked at Anika in despair and said, “Oh… How could you do
it? How will we survive further?… Five kittens!…”

16^th, January, 1943

At
night, something woke me up. I thought that bloody fight began again. I wanted
to hide with all my family from impending battle in a safe place. But, I was
mistaken… I looked through our attic. And… Anika disappeared with all five
kittens! The piece of bread which I had given her and kittens stayed untouched.
But where did she go? Oh, my God! What did I do? 

18^th, January, 1943

I
wasn`t afraid to go to the street and look for Anika. But there wasn`t any
trace of this poor animal. She sacrificed herself for us. She gave her part of
food to us. I will never forgive myself. How could I say such words? She left
us. Forever.

War
doesn’t spare anybody: neither people, nor animals; neither children, nor
oldsters.  People! The Great Patriotic War is the bloodiest track in history of
our country. Don’t let this horror repeat.

«Tomorrow
there was a war…»

 Zhapova
Altana

Has
anyone ever wondered 77 years ago what it means to live an ordinary life
without any clue of upcoming horrible events? Personally, I could never even
imagine what those people went through as it is too frightening. However, Nikolai
Nikolayevich Efirov, the hero of my article, experienced it himself. 

Nikolai
Nikolayevich recalls, “It was 1941. I just turned 18 in May and I had my whole
life ahead of me. I wanted to become a builder; it was one of the most
prestigious professions of that time. Although even then I realized that the
war was about to start.

June
21 was an ordinary day. I remember very well the last time my friends and I
went to the summerhouse on a hot Saturday afternoon. We didn’t have anything to
worry about, so we just spent time as any other young people – resting,
swimming, playing and living carefree. When I came home on that day, I had a
quarrel with my mom and, to tell the truth, I don’t remember what it was about.
Looking back, I regret about it because it was the last time when we talked
face to face. Then we could communicate only through letters. But they would
never replace her voice, her embrace, her smile. And after 1943 I stopped
receiving her letters forever.

June
22 was the day when fate of millions of people was destroyed. I remember radio
and the voice of Molotov who was announcing about the Germany’s attack on our
country. My friends and I read news so we knew it would happen sooner or later,
but we didn’t expect it to start on that day. At first everyone was excited and
ready to go to the battle; I was called up to the front on the very first day.
I was happy to fight for my homeland. My mom was crying when I was leaving, but
I was too young to understand the depth of her feelings. And we never met again. 

I
went through a lot during that war: long, agonizing moments before attacks,
unpredictability and fury during them and indescribable joy of victory”.

This
is the war through the eyes of Nikolai Nikolayevich, the hero of the Great
Patriotic War. Our generation can learn many lessons from people who witnessed
events that happened 77 years ago and it is our duty to do our best not to let
everything this happen again. 

«Hello, Mom.»

 Kirichenko
Angelina

June
22, 1941

  
Hello, Mom. How are you? I heard on the radio that the war had started. I hope
you`re okay. Don`t worry, I`m doing well and gradually getting ready for exams.
I miss you so much, even if the war didn`t affect you…

June
27, 1941

  
Hello, Mom. I`m fine. I passed all the exams perfectly. Mom, all of our guys
are going to go to the war as volunteers. I`m thinking of sniffing too. After
all, the war. I have to protect you and our Home. Don`t worry, you know I`m a
strong and brave boy…

February
12, 1942

  
Hello,
Mom. What`s up? Hope you`re fine. I`m writing you a letter while I`m
sitting in the trench with my comrades. It`s night now and we are preparing for
a new fight. It`s good that you sent me warm socks. It`s so cold here. Only the
memories of you keep me warm at this cold and unpredictable night…

August
21, 1942

  
Hello, Mom. I was wounded. Nothing serious, just a bullet in the leg and a
couple of abrasions. Mom, I met a girl. Her name is Nina, she works here as a
nurse and she is treating me. I feel like she`s the one. You would definitely
like her…

September
1, 1942

   Mom, I`m so
scared! It`s so cold here without you. I miss your warm smile, strong hugs. And
I keep writing letters to you, even though you`re long dead. This is my
farewell letter. Thank you for everything, Mom! I love and miss you so much. I
promise, the victory will be ours!

The
red flower.

 Savitzskaya
Yuliya

―
Masha, look! This cloud looks like a kitten! And this is for dad, mom and their
daughter … Will it be like this for us too?

―
Of course, Vanya, it will be, we still have everything ahead! — Masha turned
her glance to a flower-bed with bright red perennial flowers, which was near
their bench, such beautiful flowers had recently blossomed, — I would always
admire them…

―
One day I will give you a bouquet of such flowers. — Masha laughed, embraced
Vanya, and they together began to look at the clouds that were floating in the
bright blue sky.

—
It’s my birthday tomorrow, I invite you! I will be waiting for you.

—
I will definitely come! — Vanya answered cheerfully, and they continued talking
about their future.

But
the next day it became cold, the sky was filled with smoke — the war began.
There was no longer a house or a familiar area where Vanya and Masha were
talking carelessly. Russian soldiers liberated the city from the Germans, who
had destroyed ruthlessly the buildings of the beautiful city.

Vanya
was sent to the war, even though he was very young. He hid in a trench from
smoke and gunpowder. When the sky became a little clearer, Vanya looked out,
looked around, and tears appeared in his eyes.

The
place, where the fierce battle was going on, was the place of the last meeting
with Masha, where they dreamed of their seemingly not so distant future.

Among
the terrible ruins there was only one object preserved, in which Vanya found
hope for the victory and the strength to go to it. It was that very flowerbed
with bright red flowers. To his surprise all the flowers withered, but one was still
alive. Vanya approached it carefully, tore it off and wrapped it in a letter
that Masha had written to him.

He
always kept this flower and the letter of his beloved with him, it was his only
hope. He understood that he would never see Masha again, but he promised
himself that for the sake of her he would win.

Five painful and terrible years passed …
The war was over. When everyone was celebrating the Day of Victory, Vanya
looked at his flower and read the already shabby letter again. Then he decided
to go to the place where 5 years ago Masha had smiled at him and enjoyed the
fragrant smell of bright red flowers. He bought a big bouquet and went to that
ruined house.

Vanya
was standing and crying quietly. But suddenly he saw a girl next to him, who
also came with a bouquet. Their eyes met. They immediately recognized each
other: Masha looked at him in fright, and Vanya could not move because of
surprise. They quickly put the flowers on the flowerbed and embraced, “Masha, I
knew! I believed!»

Vanya
took out her letter with the flower and said, «Look! It is my only hope
that led me to you…”

Is
war a time of exploits or madness?

 Kozlova
Sof”ya

Lately
I often hear from teenagers that war is a «good time» for exploits,
for glory, for general recognition. Is it so? Did Soviet soldiers go to the
Great Patriotic War for this? Or is it madness that should not be in the minds
of the younger generation? The influence of modernity or the fact that we look
through the social media every day, where we see how someone is resting on
different seas or buying expensive things and how people admire him, encourages
teenagers to strive for popularity. Moreover, some of them are ready to achieve
the title of «star» by any means, even by specially performing a
heroic feat in the war. I wonder if Soviet people fought for glory? I admit
there were such people, of course, especially among the young. But for sure
there were just few of them. In fact, our people united to defeat the enemy so
that the future generations would grow up in peace.

Once
I heard the opinion of a boy about the war, «It would be better if we
lost. We would have normal roads. We would live in abundance.» It’s quite
obvious that the guy doesn’t understand the whole situation. If our ancestors
had not relived those 4 years and the Nazis had won, then our compatriot,
having got from there into the body of a modern homeless man, would have
considered it a personal gratitude of all the gods, but it seems to me that then
the last Russian would have been killed long before our days. The words of one
character of my favourite novel reflect the whole picture of the war really
vividly: «Hey, you, desperate young heads, listen to me, an old man. You
don’t need this war. None of you knows what war is. You think war is to ride a
beautiful horse, smile at the girls, who throw you flowers, and return home
being a hero. No, it’s not so at all. This is to stay without food, to sleep on
the damp ground and to get sick with fever and pneumonia. War spares no
one.»

War
is madness. War spoils people’s lives. It destroys all goals, all dreams and
plans for the future. It takes away your family, your friends. War changes life
completely. Even the victory itself is a relief only for a short period of
time, because then there is a long process of recovery: the development of the
economy, the elimination of hunger and diseases, the search for lost
relatives.If you are reading these lines now and understand that war is the
most terrible thing that can happen in everyone’s life, then perhaps nothing is
lost yet. We ought to be grateful to everyone who fought, who worked in the
rear, helped the wounded, everyone who contributed to the Victory. Thanks to
them, we have a roof over our heads, we are fed, clothed, and our relatives and
friends are with us. This is what the Soviet people wanted. We ought to
remember and honor their hard work.

Alyosha

 Imaykina
Alina

You
don’t have to be an adult to do a feat. Every war knows an endless list of heroes
who were ready to give their lives for the sake of motherland.

It
is a real story about a boy who became a hero when he was only 6. He was too
young for this situation, for this feat, for this war. What would you do if
your parents would die and there would be a lot of fascists around you? A
little boy Alyosha wasn’t confused and ran away. Now he was alone and didn’t
know what to do further. A few days later he was found in the forest by the
soviet soldiers who were in reconnaissance. They delivered the boy to the place
where was their group and decided to bring up a real soldier. A head of the
detachment liked the boy and he began to treat him like his son.

Day
after day Alyosha grew up and helped the military. And one day they went on a
special operation near to Stalingrad but because of the wrong intelligence they
unexpectedly came under fire. Alyosha managed to call for help in time and save
his new father. The regiment managed to fight back and get away. So he became
not only the son of the regiment but also a real hero of the Great Patriotic
War.

We ought to remember…

 Polina
Samoylova

War. How much pain, grief and sorrow there
is in that word. Just saying it gives me goosebumps and makes me feel
uncomfortable. It is the most terrible thing that can happen on earth, because
war takes millions of lives, it spares no one, neither the young nor the old,
neither the sick nor small children. However, how much heroism there is in
people who are at war. I don’t think every person is ready to give their life
just to defend their homeland. Our generation will probably never realize the
feat of those who, with sweat and blood, recaptured every meter of their native
land; the feat of young destinies, young men and even children who went and
fought without thinking about what would happen next. Of course, our generation
is creating a new history, but it draws on the experience of what was created
by our ancestors. Their heroic deeds gave us life and peaceful sky above our
heads.

The
cruelest war this world has ever known is the Great Patriotic War. For many
years it had been testing the strength and willpower of our people, and our
ancestors passed this test with honor and dignity.

The
Great Patriotic War lasted only 4 years, which is a relatively short period
compared to those wars that had been before, but during this time, thousands of
soldiers were killed in that battle, leaving millions of children orphaned and
wives widowed. And, at the cost of their lives, we still got the Great Victory,
faith in a better future, happy days and the opportunity to enjoy the bright
sunshine on our native land.

On
May 9, 2022 we will celebrate the 77th anniversary of Victory. There are
already only few participants of those distant terrible events, and we must
care of them and cherish all memory of those fiery days. Of course, everything
terrible is always quickly forgotten, but not this period, which should be the
example showing us and our children that, no matter what, we must fight till
the end and go forward.

Looking
at those tragic events, we ought to understand that we must not allow any wars
more, absolutely all disagreements and conflicts should be resolved peacefully,
because people in those terrible years tried to ensure that we would never
suffer such events.

I
believe that no matter how many years pass, people will always remember the
courage of the Russian people. We ought to remember thanks to whom today we
walk on land soaked in blood of soldiers who gave their lives for their native
country.

Valentina
Petrovna’s red poppies

Makar
Fedotov

The
summer was gradually overflowing, blooming outside the window, the green shadow
of the lilac was thickening behind the glass, designed with a light tulle
swaying in the air.

 —
…Well, thanks for calling. Tell them that I appreciate their attention. I will
try, I think, in a couple of days I will collect everything necessary, remember
the details. It’s a good project, I like it… A good idea, a true one. Come a
little earlier tomorrow, okay? Yes, for seedlings, as usual we do it in May.
God bless you.

A
lady of very advanced years put down her phone, moved closer to the table and
opened the notebook again. In fact, she did not plan to write memoirs as such,
intending to capture only the most important memories for herself, until her
son called her to give her an invitation from the Ministry of Education to
become the Victory Day event guest at a local school and tell students about
the war… Every year, together with other veterans, she was invited to
conferences and meetings to conduct a lecture and so on. It was then that she
decided to create a full-fledged diary — after all, those memories became
necessary not only for her, but also for the young generation, in whose hands
there was the future of the country and therefore the future of a peaceful sky.
To understand the value of a peaceful sky a person needs to see the sky in
fire. And Valentina Petrovna saw enough of such a fiery sky in her life. She
knew well that she had something to tell young minds about… She took the pen
and began writing.

***

My
name is Baranova Valentina Petrovna, my maiden name is Sycheva. I was born in
Siberia, in the village of Bolshaya Nichka, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Minusinsky
district. My parents met each other during the Civil War while working in the
hospital. Dad was a caretaker, and mom was a nurse. When the Civil War
finished, they both were transferred to the other city’s hospital, then they
went to the city of Minusinsk.

I
was born on November 8, 1923. There were four of us in the family. Augusta was
born in 1921, I was born in 1923, Margarita was born in 1926 and my brother
Victor was born in 1932. He passed away very soon after the birth. Augusta, my
sister, died two years ago. She worked in Vologda in the sanitary and
epidemiological station as the chief sanitary doctor of the city and led the
veteran organization of medical workers for 20 years. We were very similar in
appearance.

Dad
worked at the State Political Administration. Now it is the Ministry of
International Affairs, but that time it was the State Political Administration
and the NKVD. Dad worked as a supply manager, and mom worked as a nurse in
surgery. Somewhere in 1930 (I do not know for what reasons) my parents moved to
the city of Abakan. Here Dad continued to work in the State Political
Administration on the economic side…

***

—
Valya! — the husband looked into the room. — Would you like some tea? Who has
called?

—
Thank you, be so kind, — smiled Valya, glancing at the portrait of her father
on the table and shifting her sight to her husband. — it was Sasha, I will have
a speech again soon, in two days. You know, I decided to write a diary…

—
You don’t spare yourself, — Mikhail Alexandrovich’s face faded. — Would you
like to sit on the porch, in the sun?

—
I’m fine, thank you … — Valentina Petrovna returned to the papers.

***

I
went to the first grade in the village of Shushenskoye, because my dad was
either sent or he himself expressed a desire to work at an agricultural college
that was there. That was a historical place with really beautiful nature. At
weekends I walked with a friend along the paths in a small forest, where
larches, elms and aspens grew mostly. The air there had always been crystal
clear, you breathe in — and the face seems to be doused with fresh water from
an old village well with the smell of pine needles and resin. In summer the sun
roasted the forest to such an extent that the tart aroma of resin stood like a
mist among the trunks.

And
in the early mornings a fabulous fog covered Shushenskoye. My elder sister
Augusta and I lived in Shushenskoye the whole summer till the very August’s
end. I remember that we were treated kindly by the technical school staff where
Dad was supposed to come to. Moreover, we had already known a lot about
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, including that he had been in exile in Shushenskoye.
Then I had to visit Shushenskoye again many years later.

***

…A
little girl was walking along a sandy path lined with crisp branches and
needles. She was tiptoeing, trying to sneak to the next tree to hide. Suddenly,
a child’s hand lightly clapped her on the shoulder, and a loud laugh rang out.

—
Augusta! — the girl with the chestnut braid exclaimed indignantly, annoyed by
the loss.

—
You don’t know how to play hide-and-seek at all, Valya! — a fair-haired girl in
a blue sundress, was smiling broadly. — You should choose thicker trees. Let’s
go home, Mom must have already cooked dinner…

***

I
still remember how I was literally «made» an atheist one day. It was
also in Minusinsk, when I was studying in the first grade. I remember the voice
of the teacher and my classmate, he suddenly raised his hand, and she asked
him, «What do you want to say?» «Sycheva was in the church!
Won’t she be punished?». That hit my head like a butt, because to pray was
under the strictest prohibition.

I
remember myself standing in the church, delighted, almost silently reading
prayers with my mother, putting thin yellow candles, how high was the beautiful
dome hiding in the light. When I was very young, the icons seemed unimaginably
huge to me, I spent a long time looking at the massive frames. Most of all I
liked the icon of the Mother of God «The Almighty». Russian faith and
strength of spirit were personified for me by her whole figure, her direct
gaze, her outstretched arms in a gesture of almighty and protection. In the
most difficult times, I remembered our church, the Most Holy Almighty, and felt
each of us under Her protection. I was in the temple with a small bouquet of
red poppies for the first time — that was early spring and they were just blooming
in our yard and in the forest.

***

Valentina
Petrovna with a small bouquet of willow entered the Church of the Holy
Resurrection. A small, almost imperceptible brooch with a red poppy was pinned
on the lapel of a long gray coat. Everything was as before again. The same old
icons stood and hung in their places. After the war believers restored the
church in the city, returned icons taken out of the city or even relics taken
abroad. Gradually, the temple became the same as it was during her childhood. She
noticed a familiar woman sitting on a bench waiting for the start of praying.

—
Good afternoon, Elena Stepanovna, — Valentina Petrovna quietly greeted the
elderly teacher with a smile. She looked up in surprise and smiled happily.

—
Hello, Valechka! How are you doing?

***

Before
that event she was such an anti-religion warrior. After knowing about me
visiting church, Elena Stepanovna scolded me, telling that faith is a harmful
stupidity that interferes with learning, the formation of the personality of a
true communist, that it is a disease and a relic of past centuries. Since then
I didn’t go to the church with my mother anymore, in order not to be expelled.
But still we were believers, we could not betray our holy faith and give up
what was in our blood. My grandmother taught me to pray — in the morning,
before and after meals, at night, taught me how to behave in the temple of God.
Her mother taught her prayers, my mother learned about the faith from her
mother and grandmother. It was an integral part of our life, everyone knew, the
people around us went to the church, everyone celebrated Easter. It was in the
late 20s.

That’s
how my childhood passed. For some reason it remained in my memory as the
brightest memory in my whole life. We did not live very well financially,
especially after my dad died in 1936…

***

…Rainfall.
A small workers’ cemetery was sinking in huge puddles, the paths were washed
away. Old umbrellas were powerless, all clothes were splattered with mud, it
was unclear how they would have to make their way back to the exit. The coffin was lowered and buried quickly in
order not to let the water fill the pit. Valya couldn’t see anything through
the curtain of rain, shivering from the cold, clinging to her mother and
hiccupping from crying for a long time. She just wanted to go home, not very
understanding, what had happened, mother didn’t tell her the real cause of
father’s death after arrest in an unknown case...

***

I
graduated from the 10th grade on June 21, 1941. The most memorable year. We
came to the prom, this was the last day when we came there to say goodbye to
the school, our teachers and each other. I remember the second half of our
graduation: it was just the night, the beginning of June 22. We were sitting on
the porch of the school yard and exchanging dreams for the future. We were very
tight with photos back then. There was one boy in the 9th grade who came from
the European part of Russia, and he had a small «Leika» device that
took small photos. So, I wrote 23 wishes and received 23 wishes in response.
And in each one it was written: «Valechka!», «Valyusha!»,
«Dear friend! I want you to be an artist!» The fact was that I used
to sing, and dance, and attended the ensemble «Songs and Dances». It
was so touching… I really dreamed of becoming an artist. I still remember that
my father helped me send out applications. The answer came to me, it said that
I decided to become a ballerina too late.

***

We
were ordering the «Pioneer Truth», I participated in all Olympiads:
both regional and school. The last time I was nominated for the All-Union
Olympiad. And in 1939, the Finnish War began, so I didn’t get to the Olympics
because of this war. We didn’t have any information about the war, because we
only had a loudspeaker. In every family there was this black plate, and in the
main square there was also one with an elongated bell like a gramophone.

On
June 22, when the dawn was already beginning to appear from behind the Yenisei
Mountains, we, somewhere, probably at five o’clock in the morning, took off our
canvas shoes, were walking and singing songs. The favorite was «The order
was given to him to the west.» When we sat on the porch of the school
yard, we thought about our future professions and who should do what for the
Motherland. Everyone wanted to do something important for the country, by that
time we had heard a lot about Chkalov, Chelyuskintsy, Papanin, miners, the
Stakhanov movement, Vinogradov, weavers and so on. At that time, special
Komsomol brigades were being created, which were going to raise the East, to
develop new lands. And we even had songs dedicated to Chelyuskin and Chkalov, girls
who left for the Far East. We watched patriotic Soviet films. I have the best
memories of my childhood and my youth, no matter what. I was surrounded by my
friends, friends of my parents. There weren’t many of them, but they were real.
I remember my childhood with great warmth.

***

…Valentina
Petrovna got up and took an album out of the bookcase. She opened it. Collages,
dim photos from graduation, happy old days — the war seemed to separate one
life from another, as if the life before the war was just a dream, fantasy,
fiction, and now it was gradually being covered by the fog of time…

***

In
the morning we came home and, of course, went to bed. The only word that got us
all out of our beds was «war.» And that was horrible! We landed on
the ground right there, the word was repeated million times in one second as I
felt. The faces of all people seemed to be covered with gray dust, their eyes
sunk into their sockets, their hands began to tremble.  All our plans
collapsed. 20 years had not passed since the Civil War. Our country was just
rising after that war and here, instead of continuing to build factories,
factories that would boost our country’s economy, we had to rebuild in a
military way.

Firstly,
there were long queues at the military enlistment office. As soon as we learned
that the war had begun, we came as a whole class. The girls were told:
«The Bolsheviks will do without you.» Later, during the year, we
escorted our boys to the military school. They studied there for 1.5 years. My
husband studied there; he was a sapper. I wrote an application too, but they
didn’t take me. I worked for a month at a children’s recreation ground for the
children of officers who were fighting on the frontline.

***

After
planting flowers at her dacha Valentina Petrovna was going home by bus and
remembering her life, taking notes in the sketch-book.

***

In
1942, I wrote the second appeal of the Komsomol Central Committee to the youth:
«The Fatherland is in danger!». And finally, they began to take girls,
but only as volunteers. Doctors were mobilized, and we were voluntarily taken.
My sister had already entered the Tomsk Institute at that time. She had been
studying there for a year before the war. When my mother was asked,
«Zinaida Timofeevna, why couldn’t you stop your daughter?» She
answered like this, «There are no men in our family. Let my daughter
protect the Motherland.» Mom died of starvation at the age of 59. Here I
am 86 years old, and my mother was 59 years old. She was a completely old woman
then. Life had completely exhausted her… I was at her grave after the war.

Upon
arrival, we were assigned to a communications regiment. There were three days
of quarantine. I remember staying in an old hall in one old historical
building. At that time we were left to ourselves. We didn’t even have a radio
station. They didn’t let me go anywhere. Then, when the quarantine ended, we
were given a uniform. We took the oath, it was a sacred matter. And we, the
volunteer girls, were greeted on a small podium with applause. It was an
important moment to approach the podium and say these cherished words, learned
during quarantine, repeated daily. My knees were shaking, but my voice was
clear and firm. The attentive eyes of the officers and soldiers, their kind applause
inspired confidence and hope. We took our oath with pride. Now all thoughts and
doubts remained behind the line that separated the life before and the life of
the present, military. We became soldiers ready to do anything for the sake of
our country, for the sake of our comrades, for the sake of our families.

Then
we were taken to the barber shop. I had to undergo another transformation — to
cut off my long, thick, brown braid. They gave us skirts, boots, women tunics.
Everything was simple, but clean, ironed, rough, of a deep dark green colour.
In August we started studying.

***

We
studied a lot. Half of the school time was spent practicing Morse code. We had
a long table with 75 people sitting at it. Our instructor was sitting at the
base of the table. She dictated the letter to us, and we knocked. And I wanted
to sleep all the time. If someone fell asleep in class, they made a remark. We
studied drill and rifle training, studied a machine gun, a submachine gun, a
gas mask, and learned how to throw grenades.

From
10 to 11 we had a free hour. During this hour we had to wash our collars, write
letters and do everything. I didn’t write letters — what’s for to trouble my
family with long lines? Besides, when a letter arrived, there was immediately
excitement — had something happened? Everyone already understood that war was
war, and I wouldn’t tell them anything new. And there was no time, by ten in
the evening everyone was just falling off their feet from fatigue.

When
we studied in the communications regiment, we had high three-tiered bunks, as
we were housed in a large old building with high ceilings. And only on the
first day there was a strong confusion when the bugle sounded. We all jumped
off abruptly and the six of us collapsed from the commotion. We have to run
right away. Someone ran out with one shoe in her arm and the other on her foot.
Someone got tangled in a blanket and fell from the upper tier, someone managed
to bring down a row of bunks.

I
finished my training on October 15. I was a senior telegraph operator. At
first, they wanted to send me to officer courses to study for a year, but then,
after all, it was 1942 and signalmen were very needed. After studying, we all
passed the exams, we were assigned to military units. I got into the 63rd
separate communications battalion. This battalion consisted of one female
company and four male line companies. The sixth company was mixed. It was a
radio broadcast. We had 75 people in the first company: telephone operators,
morse specialists. The radio operators were already in the sixth company. Our
battalion was assigned to the 34th Guards Rifle Corps, which had already
fought. Before being sent to the front, we were all given guards badges.

***

…Valentina
Petrovna remembered now that they were soon informed that they had passed the
exam. On March 28, they got into the echelon and went to the front. The heat
pumps were made of freight cars. There were bunks on which you could only lie
sideways to fit. The frosts were terrible: minus 40 degrees, the overcoats were
frozen to the walls which were very cold. The fireboxes stood, but they were
not enough. But on the first night they managed to
adapt. The matinee woke them all up every hour, and they turned over on the
other side. When they woke up, they were all black, covered in smoke, with
clogged noses, ears and eyes. Legs, hands, fingers were frozen…

***

When
our echelon arrived at night, there were probably still some German spies
there, because the Focke-Wulf immediately flew at us and launched missiles. It
became as bright as day. And we heard the order of the battalion commander,
Semenov, «63rd battalion!” We jumped out onto some kind of embankment.
Then we heard: «63rd! On the cars!» The plane flew away like a
bullet, and the rockets were still hanging and slowly descending. We were then
told what was left of the ambulance train that was running parallel with us…
And we’d all already met doctors, nurses, officers there. And there was no way
to fix it, a crash, a flash of light, and there were no many wonderful,
wonderful, kind people.

It
was time to move to Starobilsk… We could only go there at night. I was given
a size 39 shoe, when I had 36. When I put on my shoes, I was already crying: I
wanted to be a ballerina one day. Everything was sewn for men not women. I was
wearing cotton pants, a cotton jacket, a rolled-up overcoat, an old-style gas
mask, heavy, a carbine and a cigarette case, a pouch with cartridges.

When
the second night was over, we came to the village of Popovka. Four of us sat
down, we took off our boots, looked at our bare feet, and there were blood
calluses the size of a fist. How we felt sorry for ourselves! And our platoon
commander Grudkin said «What is this?» And I was already a corporal,
but instead of jumping off and reporting the situation, I showed him my leg. He
picked us up and said, «The outfit is out of turn! Everyone goes to the
battalion headquarters as a liaison.» We put on our boots and came to the
battalion headquarters. The sun was hot, it was May. It was so hot! I didn’t go
to the headquarters, again I didn’t report anything. They sat down like this,
leaned on the bench, kicked off their boots again and immediately fell asleep.

And
suddenly we heard, «What kind of partisanship is this!» We jumped
off, an officer of 40 was standing in front of us. He saw that we were girls
because our hats had come off. Then I reported, «We have arrived at your
disposal as messengers.» – «Why do you have such a uniform?» And
we showed him our legs. «Oh, my children! Go to your battalion now and
treat your feet.» But we hugged and cried, not because it hurt us, but
because they talked to us for the first time in a motherly way. The first and
last time.

***

Very
soon there was our first fight… After two nights we came first to Popovka.
There, communication began to be established already with the divisions that
were on the front. Our Komsomol poet wrote a poem about our battalion:

               «The
front was shaken by fiery blizzards,

               A groan
came from the battlefields,

               The girl
friends also went to the front,

               Our
Siberian Guards battalion.

               Fashionable
outfits were left at home.

               The
dancing of the radiant hops was forgotten,

               Presented
to us as the first awards,

               A rifle
and a soldier’s greatcoat.

               The front
greeted us with nightingales…»

***

I
remember in Moldova we were sent to harvest reeds to spend the night, because
the land was damp. The attack was planned for the next day. We came to the
lake, and the mortar fire started, but it missed us. We already knew: if the
whistle was heard, it would fly by.

We
didn’t see any Germans then. We were sitting in the dugouts. If the connection
worked, if we were given the task to transmit ciphers, we transmitted them. The
equipment was excellent.

***

Our
correspondent came to me once, just when I accepted that veteran group. We had
a Town holiday near our school. And the next day, Sasha Losminsky, who led
«Grodno Plus», came and asked me to put on a vest with my awards.…

—
Valentina Petrovna, you have the Order of the Red Star. I know that this order
is given for a personal feat. What feat did you accomplish?

—
You know what? I do not know, I did not perform any feats. I did what I was
supposed to do, what we all did…

***

As
a communist, I was given more difficult tasks. For example, it was under the
station «Grushevka». This area changed hands. And one boy, a
telephone operator at the junction station, which was located in the dugout and
served several points, was left alone, because there were already explosions in
all directions. All the telephone operators went on the line, and he was the
only one left. And he was just called up then! That’s why they left him,
because he hadn’t gained any experience yet. The dugout was not guarded by
anyone. And he directly asked for help. We were given a wire in our hands and
told that we needed to walk along it. One holds it from the front and the other
from the back. We were warned to be very careful, because the front line was
unstable and crossed several times. Everything was fine with us, only bumped
into bumps. And it was already winter time or, probably, early spring, because
there were frozen corpses: the battles were over and they didn’t have time to
clean up.

We
got at last. The young boy was delighted that we came. Sitnikova began to guard
the dugout, and I went to get fuel. I scored bast shoes – the Romanian part
passed. We heated that dugout so much!

I
said that I was a communist. But I joined the party not immediately. Our
political instructor was agitating me all the time. My worldview and attitude
were clear and I told him so, «Rudenko, I am unworthy.» — «But
why?» — «Because my dad was arrested as an enemy of the people.»
He said, «Stalin said that the son is not responsible for the
father.» On February 14, 1945, on the forest lawn, the political
department of the sixth army accepted me into the party.

***

There
were heavy battles when we were walking through the Donbass territory. There
was one time when it was impossible to transmit anything neither by phone nor
by radio, in order not to be intercepted by the Germans. Everything was so
bugged. And then a lot of the burden fell on the Morse code. And of course, the
fighting was hard, but as I was at the telegraph station, I didn’t feel it. By
the amount of information, we transmitted, we understood what the situation was
at the front. When we crossed the Vistula at the Sandomierz bridgehead, there
were terrible battles there! There were the heaviest battles, but crossing this
river on a pontoon bridge was a whole problem. We spent the whole night rushing
along the shore under bombing, and the Germans threw out boxes with bombs.

They
were bursting in the sky there, those boxes were disintegrating, this howl was
so terrible… And when we came to the Vistula, we saw how the sappers were
building a pontoon bridge. They were up to their necks in the water, and a
colonel was directing the bridge. The bombing was something terrible! And when
everything calmed down in the morning and the survivors began to come out from
everywhere, everyone from our battalion came alive. Only from those sappers who
had built the bridge, not a single one was alive! We could run, we could hide
somewhere, but they had to continue building bridges even under the bombing.

***

We
celebrated the Victory Day in Czechoslovakia… I remember this day forever. We
were in Milevsko. We stayed there with a Czech woman. When we found out that
the war was over, we were driving along an eight-lane highway clogged with our
troops. That immediately reminds me:

«There
are fewer and fewer of us,

But
there were a lot of us.

And
there were so many of us,

That
the road was breaking down!»

That’s
what exactly I was thinking about. Such a great power! All soldiers were in one
place, everyone came to Berlin. We were in Milevsko when the Victory Day was
officially proclaimed. It was something incredible! The Czech woman took out a
tablecloth for us, went to get the most beautiful dishes, and we said,
«Don’t!». We took out our iron mugs and plates. When we arrived in
Czechoslovakia, the Czechs began baking cakes in exchange for small packs of
tobacco. The Germans had a monopoly on tobacco. We told our foreman,
«That’s it, give it to us!» We exchanged that tobacco for the
tastiest cakes in the world.

I
was demobilized alone in 1945 in October, because we all signed a statement
that we were staying for an extended period. And some people came to agitate me
at the army headquarters, because they saw that I was typing. They needed
typists. The chief of «SMERSH» called me. I went there. I knew all the
surnames, but for some reason my memory had become bad for the last two years.
I came in. He says, «So, I don’t need this officialdom, sit down! Now I’m
going to talk to you like a father to his daughter! Why did you write a
statement in order to stay for an extended period? You must study! You have
such a bright head! You need to study!» After that talk I was demobilized
and graduated from the institute.

Firstly,
immediately after demobilization I went to Vologda to see my sister on a call
from the regional party committee. And I, as a communist, was sent as a female
foreman for logging. I had captured boots, a padded jacket, trousers.

And
then I worked as a secretary at a dental school. But I didn’t want to, because
I never wanted to become a doctor: I’m afraid of blood.

Then
my sister took me to the Institute of dairy Industry. That’s where I met my
husband. He took care of me for four years. We didn’t have any hasty weddings.
When he proposed to me, I cried.

The
epilogue

…—
But I graduated from the evening music school at the age of 32. Maybe I am not
an artist, but still, a quite educated person. And I was awarded medals by the
governor dedicated to the sixtieth anniversary. — Valentina Petrovna assured
the students with a smile, concluding her story.

—
My dear friends, the most important thing that you need to learn from my story
is to value the peace, cherish life and youth. Keep the great Russian faith in
your souls and the memory of those times in your minds, let
the terrible years that you are listening about from me now never come back and
touch you, I pray God for that every single second.

 She
looked around at the children. — And I want to tell you a secret now… I
planted a lot of poppies along the roads of our village and the places I
visited. You know, I was walking along the road in the early spring, my hair
was flying from the wind, and I was scattering tiny black seeds in all
directions, and they were being carried by the wind all over the field… You
may ask, «Why did you do that? How are the seeds connected to your story? » The
answer is, that this is a flower that has accompanied me in an amazing way
throughout my life, I saw this flower in the most difficult times — thin,
delicate, in the forest after the bombing, on the scorched soil, at the ruins
of houses, then one my friend presented me a poppie-shaped red brooch. When I
bought a countryhouse they suddenly started growing everywhere in my garden.
And for me, this flower is a symbol of our Motherland. This is our ability to
build new homes on a scorched land, to revive the beauty of life on ashes, to
climb to the light having nothing but a strong willpower and the thirst for
life…

***

Valentina
Petrovna got back home. And there, among the flowerbeds intended for seedlings
of various species that had not yet taken roots, fiery red flowers that had
found the strength to bloom earlier than others were waiting for her — that
were wonderful red poppies, bright scarlet, on tall thin stems, tender, swaying
from light wind blows. They looked most amazing now — at early sunset, when the
sun leaning towards the horizon pierced the petals of the inflorescences with
wide rays, each of which seemed to have turned into a living red light swaying
over the loose soil.

Her
magic poppies absorbed the smoke and the heat of fires, absorbed people’s pain
and fear, and despite everything ascended above the ashes of happiness and
hope, giving immortality to her love for the people, homeland.

The
May evening was fading. And tomorrow there was the Ninth of May. The day after
which there was no more war.

The
photo of Valentina Petrovna Baranova herself.

Nadya
and Vanya

Bobovskaya
Valeriya

Part
I

Pigeons
in the Brest

1941.
June 21. It was my School ball. I, a 17-year old young man, as all my friends,
was smiling and looking at the sunny sky. Beautiful white pigeons were flying
in the clouds. Who could know that they would die the next day? And my mom
would die, and my dad would, and even my younger sister… We all would die… But
the Brestskaya fort would stay forever.

The
sounds of musical instruments became louder and all officers of our corp, and I
too, started
dancing with young girls from our town. It was so wonderful! I had never been
so happy! I was just glad that the sun was shining, birds were singing, the
wind was touching our hair.

“Vanya!”
shouted somebody and I stopped dancing turning back. I saw the most beautiful
girl in the world. It was my Nadya, my darling Nadya. She had been studying
with me in ordinary school since the first grade and never left me in a
difficult minute. So, I fell in love with her. I couldn’t understand how it had
happened but I had such strong emotions and feelings to her! I always wanted to
protect her and never let her go. When we were 14, I entered a special officer
corp and forgot about Nadya. I hadn’t seen her for three years! And now she was
standing in front of me.

“Nadya?
What are you doing in Brest? I heard you went away. I missed you so much, my
Nadya.” She came to me and took my hands. “I returned, I came back to you. You
know, I understood that my place is here, in Brest. I want to be with you,
Vanya.” “Oh, my dear Nadya, I’ll be sent to the board tomorrow and, as you
understand, I can never return if the war starts.” “No! Don’t say so! I refuse
to accept this! You will return for sure and the war won’t start. Today is the
School ball and we shouldn’t talk about any war, I still don’t believe that it
can happen here… By the way, come to our place tonight, I’ll be waiting for you
there.” I smiled, “Ok. You are so restless,” I hugged her.

The
sounds of music stopped and we heard the voice of the corp chief. “Fellow
officers, the party is over.” I always couldn’t understand why we were called
“officers”, we were so young, the oldest of us was 19! I was afraid of this
word “officers”, it made me think that something terrible would happen… “It’s
time to part, but it’s not for long, I’ll be waiting for you,” said Nadya
looking at me, her bright green eyes were shining. I didn’t say anything, I
just smiled and was watching my Nadya when she unfolded her arms and went to
the town. Then I ran to the corp.

Part
II

The
last day of my youth

The
day had just started and we had a lot of things to do but the most expected
part of the celebration was to get the Official Military Certificate. Each of
us was preparing for this event to which we had been coming for many years. My
close friends and I gathered in our part of the room to put the parade uniform
on and clean up belts and boots. “Finally, it’s over,” muttered a 19-aged tall
black-haired boy with deep dark-blue eyes sitting on the chair and cleaning up
boots. “Vasya, why do you always grumble?” laughed Andrey standing in front of
the mirror and buttoning up the button of his uniform. It was a fair-haired
blue-eyed young man with strong musculature. The dark-blue jacket with gold
buttons suited him like no one else. “I don’t grumble. For sure, I’m glad that
I’ll get the Certificate soon, I’ll give it to my dear father, who sent me to
this place, and then I’ll go away.”

Vasya
got up from the chair, looked at his boots, winced and came to the window. “If
I were you,” a voice was heard from a dark corner, “I would never tell this,” a
small but with strong muscles, red-headed, with black eyes Alexey Mironov was
looking for his uniform over the whole room. He was reasonable, reliable, he
could be called a true friend, but he didn’t learn a real life, he was too
young, only 15. “Much you understand, Mironov,” Vasya grinned. “Not much, right
you are, but I know for sure that you’ll continue your service in the army,”
answered Alexey. “Ye, but there won’t be so many rules!” “Vasya, keep calm!
This day is very important for all of us. Let’s stop this argue.”

I
came to the mirror and in the reflection I noticed that Andrey sat on his bed
and took his guitar. In a few seconds we heard the most beautiful music and the
most wonderful singing which we had ever heard. No, Pogorin wasn’t a
professional player or opera singer, but there was something that touched the
soul. When Andrey did it, we all stopped our deals and came close to listen. At
that moment I, as if frozen, was staring at my mirror reflection. My black like
a night eyes were gleaming and my dark hair was swaying due to the wind blowing
into the room. The dark blue uniform suited my face and I understood that I’m a
handsome young man but my face was empty, I foresaw something terrible…

“Beloved
city can sleep peacefully,

And
dream and turn green

In
the middle of spring.”

Was
there spring in my soul? Of course, NO. Every next minute made me unhappy and I
couldn’t enjoy that wonderful day, parade clothes and that pastime with my friends
with whom I had come through so much. The last chord was played. Andrey got up
from his bed and came to me. “Why are you so sad? Is your heart pierced by
Cupid’s arrows?” I looked at him with a slight smile. “Isn’t it that very girl
from your school?” I nodded and called all my three friends behind the mirror
because there were a lot of people in the room after the Andrey’s performance.

 “Guys,
I need your help,” started I carefully.

“What’s
the matter?” asked Alexey who had already found his uniform and put it on.

“My
Nadya returned, I saw her today. Tomorrow we will be sent to different troops.
That’s why I want you to cover for me tonight so that I can meet her.”

“Are
you crazy? Do you want to get the last comment on the last day of the corp?”
asked Bondarev.

“Vasya!
You’re so boring…” said Pogorin.

“I’m
not boring, I just worry that we all will be punished,” he said.

“How
will we do this?” asked Alexey.

“You
can make a model of me and when the chief comes to check, he even won’t
understand that I had gone. He always just counts us,” I suggested.

“It’s,
of course, a great idea. How long will you be with your Nadya?” asked Vasya.

“I
will try to come back as soon as possible.”

“Officers!”
was heard at the door, “Come into the big hall!” It was the chief’s voice, we
understood that one of the most important moments in our life had come.

Part
III

The
end of the learning path

Walking
up the stairs I felt as walking to the Olympus, I finished my study in this
place. But I knew there would be a lot of new lights after this Olympus and
that it was just the beginning of my new life. I always was a good student, I
liked studying and learning something new. I felt that my parents were proud of
me and they always supported me. My mom and dad lived in the center of Brest
with my little sister Anya. My mother, Lagutina Elisaveta Timofeevna, was a
very beautiful woman. She was kind, careful, friendly and loved her children
more than her own life. My father, Lagutin Dmitry Alexeevich, was a retired
officer. He had a great source of justice in his soul. My little sister was
born when I had already entered the corp, due to that I had never seen her but
I always loved my dear Anya.

The
large doors were open and we entered the Big hall. The commanders and chief
were standing
in the end of the hall opposite the chairs which had been prepared for us. We
occupied the chairs. The comrade Sokolov, the chief of our headquarter,
started, “Fellow officers, this is the end of your learning way, but it is the
beginning of your new survey. We’re sure you’ll become the great sons of our
Motherland. You should always remember that our country gives you a family,
friends and worthy future life. So, be real role models for others! My
congratulations, officers!” The flurry of applause broke into the hall. I liked
the Sokolov’s words, they made me think about many things. The speech was short
but really meaningful.

“Let’s
start the most important part of this event,” said Sokolov with a smile. A big
tray was brought into the hall. There was something red on it, I knew there
were our certificates. They were similar, but that what determined our
qualification was inside.

“The
officer Bondarev!” said Sokolov. Vasya got up from his place and came to the
commander. “You’ re rewarded with the certificate of the highest qualification!
My congratulations!” My turn came, “The officer Lagutin!” I got up and went to
Sokolov very fast. I stopped. I knew that I had a lot of comments which could
corrupt my certificate, so, I was nervous because of it and my knees were
shaking. “You have got so many comments as no one else, (I understood that I
would get a certificate of a middle qualification), but we evaluate your
special success in a lot of different disciplines. So, you get the certificate
of the highest qualification. We ask you not to do such things anymore.” “Of
course!” I said and went to my place. I was full of positive emotions and even
the thoughts about something terrible disappeared.

We
returned to our room with a wonderful mood. Everybody was busy with his own
deal. Andrey was on his bed reading a book from the local library. It was the
“Belaya gvardiya” by Bulgakov. Alexey was talking with some other young
officers about their future plans. Bondarev, as usual, was sitting on the
windowsill and looking somewhere in the distance. I understood that he really
wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible. What about me? I just
thought about my escape that night.

Part
IV

Love
in the war

The
cherished time came. It was 11 p.m. and the chief would come to check us in
five minutes. I stood up on the windowsill and opened the window. The model on
my bed had already been prepared. It was so natural! Besides, my friends
created that model so that its posture was the same with my real sleeping posture.
Something was scary for me in my escape. I was afraid that I would be caught
and never meet with my Nadya. Trying to chase these thoughts away I turned to
my friends. “Thank you, guys! I’ll try to return as soon as possible,” said I.
“Have a nice time!” said all my friends. I smiled and jumped out of the window.

In
a few seconds I crossed the yard. Then I came to the fence, put my hands on it…
Suddenly I heard some steps behind me, looked back and saw somebody with a
lamp. I jumped over the fence and ran among the houses of Brest. I had to run
about 800 meters to our place, I tried to do it very fast. Soon I saw a big
stock of hay and I knew that Nadya was behind the stock. She was there sitting on the
grass and drawing something on the sand. Sometimes she raised her head up the
starry sky. I understood that she was drawing the sky, it was so typical of
her. She liked the starry sky, she was a big dreamer. Nadya believed that one
day we would fly to the space and become space travelers.

When
Nadya paid her attention to the picture again, I came carefully and closed her
eyes with my hands. She wasn’t frightened, on the contrary, she smiled and took
my hands.

“Vanya,
my dear Vanya, you haven’t changed. Did you really think that I will be
frightened?” she laughed.

“No,
I didn’t, but I like doing this, you know.”

“Look
at the sky, such wonderful stars! Do you know that there are billions of stars
in our Universe?” asked she.

“Yes,
I always loved Astronomy lessons. I guess one day we’ll find another civilization,”
said I.

There
was silence. We both didn’t know what to say. Suddenly we turned our heads to
each other at the same time. We were looking at each other not saying a single
word. Then I gently pulled Nadya to me and kissed her. The kiss was short but
very important for both of us. “I love you,” said I. “I love you too,” answered
Nadya. There was silence again. I thought about my feelings to this girl and
was the happiest person on the planet at that moment.

 “Vanya,
look! There is a shooting star!” Nadya pointed to the sky and I saw a wonderful
phenomenon: a star was crossing the sky.

“We
should make a wish. Quicker! I want that we will always be together!”

“I
want that nothing will separate us, but if it happens, we’ll certainly meet
each other no matter how many years will pass!” said I hugging my Nadya.

We
had been sitting this way for several hours and talking about stars and love. I
noticed that Nadya got frozen, took off my jacket and covered her with it. She
hugged me. Then she raised her head and began watching something attentively.

“What
are you looking at?” asked I looking at the sky.

“Look!
There is another star! We can make one wish more!” told she. But I found
something strange in that “star”, because it was too close to us.

“Nadya…”

“What?”
she asked smiling.

“Have
you heard anything?”

“No,
why?”

“I
don’t know what, but I don’t like it…”

There
was silence. It was like the calm before the storm. The grass wasn’t moving, it
seemed the time stopped. The “star” was still moving and suddenly it started
moving towards us. Then I saw that it was a plane! It was a military plane! But
the most terrible that I saw the Nazi cross on the plane! I understood
everything at once.

“Nadya!
Run! Quicker!” shouted I.

We
rushed towards the town. I ran holding Nadya’s hard, the plane started to chase
us. Then the worst happened, the plane started shooting us. We understood that
the terrible thing in the history of all humanity happened here, on my
Motherland, in my town, the WAR was here. The distance to the town was not
long, but our forces were running out. Suddenly Nadya screamed and stopped. I
saw blood on her right leg. I didn’t have any time to think, I just took her in
my arms and ran even more fast. The plane was following us and I was afraid
that we didn’t manage to save ourselves. I looked at the wounded girl in my
arms and understood that I ought to save her by all means. Fortunately, the
last bullet hit the wall of the house I passed by.

Part
V

The
month of hell

I
saw how the plane flew past us. I, bypassing the houses with Nadya in my arms,
ran to the central square and turned on the air raid alarm in all annunciators.
This raid could be turned on by any resident of the town in the case of the air
danger. The raid was turned on, the light appeared in all houses, people ran
out into the street, looked at the sky and didn’t know what they should do.
Soon I entered the gaps of the hospital yard, I just looked at the doctors,
left Nadya to them and ran away. I understood that they saw everything in my
eyes, they didn’t ask anything.

Then
I ran to my position, took the weapon and prepared to defend our fort. I saw
Bondarev, Pogodin and Mironov who had taken their places. We understood that
the war would start. While studying we worked out that scenario many times,
that’s why we knew what to do in such situations. And now we saw the first
Germans in reality. They were walking very fast, well-armed, with cruel faces,
but that didn’t scare us. All officers were waiting for their commander’s
order. We didn’t have to wait long, Sokolov ran and commanded, “Fellow
officers! Weapons ready for battle! Fire!” Series of shots echoed over Brest.
The pigeons, flying in the clouds during the School ball, rose above the town
as a symbol of the last minutes of piece in this place. I didn’t know that the
World War II would last for more than four years.

Some
guys were already killed, they became the first victims of the war. Nazis were
a very dangerous enemy, they had a lot of strategy novelties and tactics. I
tried to liquidate enemies as many as possible and all officers did the same.
Unfortunately, we understood that our defending tactics didn’t work. Suddenly a
grenade fell into a group of officers where my friends were. A couple of
seconds passed before the explosion. I saw that Bondarev left his hideout and….
Then I realized Vasya saved all of us. That very Vasya who seemed to hate
everything in this corp, that Vasya who seemed to be unable to any feelings or
help…. He died heroically for our Motherland, for his comrades.

We
had to start the open fight. We understood that it could be our last day, last
breath, but nobody doubted in the importance of this attack. It was a shock for
us but young Alexey, who didn’t even have time to grow up, he was the first who
ran out to meet the enemy. It was a certain death but he ran killing Germans.
He killed six Nazis, when Alexey came closer, he took out his knife and killed
two Germans more. But forces were not equal, soon Alexey died.

Germans
were coming closer and closer, so Sokolov decided to retreat and it was a right
decision, otherwise there would be a lot of victims. We occupied another
positions in the depth of the fort but we missed one person, Pogorin remained
on his first position covering our withdrawal. There were about 60 Germans
against only one Andrey. He took the machine gun, killed about twenty Nazis,
but it lasted for only several seconds, his life was cut short. He was the most
cheerful person I had ever known, he hated any injustice.

When
I was fighting, I thought about her… I was afraid that she would die… that I
would lose Nadya forever. Suddenly I saw the most terrible picture: a large
bomb hit my house! My mom…dad…Anya…they all died. I didn’t remember much after
that, only fog…

Part
VI

It
smelled of death

It
smelled of death. I opened eyes and saw a lot of people in the same striped
clothes. I was in the Death camp. I spent in Auschwitz three and a half years
and I remember how we were glad when the Red Army came. I don’t know how I managed
to survive. Thousands of people were dying every day in gas cameras…I lost all
my friends: generous Vasya, cheerful and just Andrey, Alexey who was so young
but so brave. I thought about my Nadya, I didn’t know if she was alive or not…

When
we were freed, we understood that we were in the most terrible place in the
history of humanity. Soon I returned to my native place and started living in
the difficult after the war conditions.

Part
VII

Nothing
can separate us

Today
is 1998, I’m 73. I don’t have any family, I don’t have any children. On the 9^th
of May I decided to go to the Memorial and lay the flowers to the defenders of
Brest and, of course, my comrades. When I came, I started looking for familiar
surnames on the Obelisk. I found all of them and bowed to each of them. When I
was about to go away, I noticed one old lady sitting on the bench and looking
at the sky. She looked as if she wanted to find something in the blue heights.
Her hair was grey, she had dim but beautiful green eyes. Suddenly she looked at
me and…I couldn’t believe my eyes… It was my Nadya!

“Vanya!
Are you alive? Isn’t it a dream?” she was shocked. She ran to me and I hugged
her with all my might. “My dear Nadya, once I said that nothing can separate
us.” I answered. We cried, we smiled, we kissed each other, we tried to tell
about our lives. Then I took her hand in mine and we went….  

P.S.

Великая Отечественная война… Вряд ли можно найти сейчас человека,
который бы не знал эти три слова, кто бы не слышал о таком знаковом событии.
Сегодня, как никогда прежде, с новой силой заговорили о тех днях. Нет, не
потому что минуло 70 лет со Дня Победы, дня, который объединил всё: слёзы, боль
потерь, радость, веру в такое долгожданное наступающее счастливое будущее.

Сегодня с непонятным рвением стремятся переписать истории
страницы. Это страшно, страшно вдвойне от того, что авторами данного
«творчества» являются люди взрослые, со сформировавшимся, казалось бы, мировоззрением.
Политики, историки, руководители ряда государств стремятся очернить завоевания
и подвиги, малые и большие, русского народа. Появляются крайне немыслимые
толкования суровой правды тех нелёгких дней. О чём они думают, утверждая, что
это Советский Союз в 1941году напал на Украину и Германию?

Как же важно, что среди такого абсурда начинают всё чаще звучать
голоса молодого поколения, убеждённого в том, что нельзя забывать тех лет,
дней, минут. Их вера в правду и честь советского солдата держится на
воспоминаниях, рассказах и фотографиях дедов и прадедов.

Достойны уважения выпускницы одной из школ города Читы, которые
сейчас учатся в университете Абу Даби в Нью Йорке. Их всего две, но они так смогли
рассказать про наш День Победы, что весь корпус студентов и преподавателей
университета вышли на университетскую площадь, чтобы почтить Минутой молчания
память павших в той кровавой войне. Они это сделали как мы, русские, с глубоким
уважением к участникам войны.

Этот сборник небольшой. Рассказы на английском языке. Мы надеемся,
что однажды эти страницы станут доступны иностранному читателю, и у нас
появится ещё несколько единомышленников, тех, кто не останется равнодушным к
событиям этих коротких рассказов. Коротких, но таких глобальных, как сама
правда, сама жизнь.

Л.Ю.Михайлова

«Спасибо!»

«Все
работы, включенные в сборник, не похожи одна на другую. Каждая из них, это
рассказ о временах Великой Отечественной войны от разных повествователей,
которые делятся своими эмоциями и переживаниями, испытанными на поле битвы и в
тылу. Более всего, меня впечатлил рассказ Валерии Галковой, который
представляет собой короткие письма солдата родной сестре.  Каждое слово
написано искренне и правдоподобно, от чего начинаешь верить в то, что читаешь
настоящий дневник с войны, а не художественную обработку событий того нелёгкого
времени.

Лично
для меня написание сочинения для сборника стало интересным опытом. Создание
работы помогло мне еще раз вспомнить о своих героических прадедах и
прабабушках, которые до сих пор являются для меня примером силы и отваги».

«Все
мы знаем, в 2015 году Россия отмечает юбилейную дату со дня разгрома фашистских
захватчиков. Это событие представляет огромное значение для многих россиян, и
я, конечно же, в их числе. Я считаю, что чувство патриотизма и гордости за своё
Отечество должно быть в душе каждого русского человека. На мой взгляд,
стойкость, мужество и сила людей, прошедших через годы войны, должны быть вечно
в памяти потомков.

Мне
очень хочется, чтобы люди узнали войну именно такой, какой она была. Именно
поэтому я решила написать несколько историй, абсолютно реальных и рассказанных
мне современниками того времени. Надеюсь, что моя работа привлечет внимание
читателя и не позволит ему забыть героическое прошлое своих предков».

«Прочитала
рассказы за один вечер. Невозможно не поблагодарить за такую работу. Мы
привыкли читать про героев, совершающих отважные поступки. Здесь, вроде, нет
подвигов, обычные люди, повседневные проблемы, страхи и тревоги, но как это всё
сильно по эмоциональному накалу, как это значимо. Вроде, мелочи, но именно из
мелочей складывается главное. Не могу выделить отдельный рассказ, ни одно
событие не оставляет равнодушной: девушка, возвращающаяся с фронта; дети,
играющие в войну; пирожки; женщина с кошкой. И как остро звучит проблема еврейского
вопроса. После такого хочется посидеть в тишине и подумать о том, что
происходит сейчас. Такие рассказы нужны, чтобы не допустить новых ошибок».

«Мне
очень понравились эти рассказы. Больше всего впечатлил рассказ Леры Галковой.
Как точно этими дневниковыми записями ей удалось передать атмосферу, царившую в
то время, чувства людей, которые были далеко от своих родных».

«Данный
сборник рассказов представляет собою целое хранилище воспоминаний, наполненных
одновременно трагизмом и верой в победу. Безусловно, все рассказы замечательны.
Хочу отметить два рассказа: “My cat”
и “The children of the war”.
Мысль о том, что человек даже в такой тяжёлый период, как война, продолжает
заботиться о своих питомцах, заставляет меня задуматься о великодушии нашего
народа. Прочитав о детях, понимаешь, что наши бытовые проблемы настолько мелкие
по сравнению с той реальной угрозой жизни».

 «Мне
понравились все рассказы, но больше всего “My diary”.
Читаешь и думаешь, что это реальные записи с войны».

«Я
думаю, что данный сборник – очень хорошая идея. В связи с последними
событиями в мире, знание ПРАВДИВОЙ истории, просто, необходимо. Один из
плюсов, это – язык, на котором он написан. Это значит, что он будет доступен
для чтения иностранцам».

«Рассказы
действительно производят неизгладимое впечатление. Я не могу выделить
конкретный рассказ, все они трогают до глубины души и вызывают бурю эмоций».

«Мне
очень понравились
рассказы “The
children of the war” и
“Memoirs
from the war”. Я считаю, таких рассказов должно быть
больше, так как люди не имеют права забывать, какой страшной может быть война».

«Мне
очень понравился данный сборник о войне. Особо меня
впечатлил рассказ
“The children of the war”. Война не щадит никого,
даже детей. Эти ребята жили без детства. Сегодня люди даже не представляют,
каково это было вытерпеть все муки войны. Такие сборники – реальное средство
борьбы с искажением истории».

What does the word war mean to us? It is always pain, grief, suffering, death, the death of not just a person, but a husband, father, brother, son.

    The great Patriotic war … this event is getting further away from us, there are fewer and fewer people who defended their Homeland with weapons in their hands. The more expensive the memories, documents, and testimonies of these days.

       No one was spared the war. It also affected my family.

       My great-great-grandfather, Mikhail Bykov, was drafted into the army at the beginning of the war. He fought in the black sea fleet, was wounded in the arm and leg, and was discharged. He didn’t say much about the war, no matter how much they asked for it: these memories were too painful.  

        At the front, each soldier has his own path — short or long. My great-grandmother’s brother, Peter Pavlov, had a short one. He was drafted into the army at the end of the war. Short-term courses in Torzhok. I sent one letter to my family, telling them that I was going to the front. And in April 1945 came the funeral.

My other relatives did not fight, they worked in the rear. It was hard, hungry, hard. But they did everything for the front, everything for Victory.  It seems to me that everyone who survived the war years has accomplished a feat.

 I saw the war in the movies, read about it in books, but the most vivid in my memory were the stories of my great-grandfather, Ivan Morozov, (he died last year) about how they lived in those harsh years in the rear.

When the war began, he was 10 years old. They lived very poorly. The mother has six children in her arms. In summer, he went barefoot, and during school — in bast shoes, which he wove. The clothes were not new, there was nothing to buy them for, they were mostly made from something old.

Starved, there was no flour at all. In the summer, they harvested grass-quinoa, porridge, clover, pestles — dried it, and then added it to tortillas that were made from frozen potatoes. Potatoes grew bad, small. Those potatoes that had not been dug up in the fall in the collective farm fields were allowed to be dug in the spring.

And in 1943, my mother died of starvation, and life became even harder. School, although he studied well, had to quit. The children were looked after by an older married sister. When my grandfather told me about it, he could not hold back his tears. Now I understand why «Victory Day is a holiday with tears in your eyes».

I have never seen my great-great-grandfather or my great-grandmother’s brother.I only know about them from the stories of my grandparents and their grandchildren. I look at their photos with love and touch their awards.

 On May 9, I participate in the campaign «Immortal regiment», I come to the obelisk. I will come this year. I want my relatives to be among those who will celebrate the 75th anniversary of the Victory, because this is their holiday.

My relatives are one of the many ordinary people who brought the Victory closer and defended the Fatherland. The memory of that harsh time was alive in their hearts, and it is alive in the hearts of their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I am proud of my great-grandparents and learn from them love for the Motherland, courage, perseverance, and hard work.

We live in the 21st century. We enjoy life and get an education. But thanks to whom are we able to do all this? Thanks to whom did our country maintain its independence?

There are fewer and fewer of these people now. Veterans of the great Patriotic war are already very old people. There is not a single participant of the war left in our village. But it is thanks to their incredible feat that our country has remained a great independent state.

                                                                        by  Bykova Anastasya 8 th form

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ВЕЛИКАЯ ОТЕЧЕСТВЕННАЯ ВОЙНА — Война Советского Союза* против фашистской Германии и её союзников (Венгрии, Италии, Румынии, Словакии, Хорватии, Финляндии, Японии); составная часть Второй мировой войны 1939–ВЕЛИ/КАЯ ОТЕ/ЧЕСТВЕННАЯ ВОЙНА/1945 гг. Названа Великой, так как была… … Лингвострановедческий словарь

ВЕЛИКАЯ ОТЕЧЕСТВЕННАЯ ВОЙНА — 1941 45 освободительная война советского народа против фашистской Германии и ее союзников (Венгрия, Италия, Румыния, Финляндия); важнейшая часть 2 й мировой войны. Непосредственную подготовку к нападению на СССР Германия начала в 1940 (план… … Большой Энциклопедический словарь

Великая Отечественная война — Большие потери в танках летом 1941 года вынудили командование Красной Армии принимать срочные меры. 20 июля 1941 года вышло постановление Государственного Комитета Обороны N019 Об экранировке легких танков и о бронировании тракторов. В… … Энциклопедия техники

Великая Отечественная война — Основная статья: Вторая мировая война См. также: Восточноевропейский театр военных действий Второй мировой войны У этого термина существуют и другие значения, см. Отечественная война. Запрос «ВОВ» перенаправляется сюда; см. также другие значения … Википедия

Великая Отечественная Война — Советского Союза 1941 45, освободительная война народов СССР против фашистской Германии и её союзников (Венгрия, Италия, Румыния, Финляндия); часть 2 й мировой войны. Непосредственную подготовку к нападению на СССР Германия начала в 1940 (план… … Энциклопедический словарь

ВЕЛИКАЯ ОТЕЧЕСТВЕННАЯ ВОЙНА — справедливая, освободительная война Сов. Союза против фашистской Германии (22 июня 1941 9 мая 1945). Свердл. внес заметный вклад в разгром фашистской Германии в гг. Вел. Отеч. войны. В тяжелейших условиях воен. времени г. сумел в кратчайшие сроки … Екатеринбург (энциклопедия)

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Great Patriotic War

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на английском языке с переводом на русский язык

Great Patriotic War

Великая Отечественная война

The 20 th century was full of cruel and tragic military conflicts, but the World War II and the Great Patriotic War, its main part, are the most global and memorable among them. The fight between Nazi Germany with its allies (Italy and Japan) and the anti-Hitler coalition countries, including the Soviet Union, the United Kingdom, the USA, France, and others, lasted from 1939 to 1945. The Great Patriotic War began on the USSR territory on 22 June 1941 and finished on 9 May 1945, with the conquest of Berlin and the collapse of the key Nazi forces. The occupied by the Nazis countries of Europe, Asia, North Africa, the Pacific and Atlantic islands were saved.

XX век был полон жестоких и трагических военных конфликтов, но Вторая мировая война и Великая Отечественная война, её главная часть, – самые глобальные и памятные среди них. Борьба между нацистской Германией с союзниками (Италией и Японией) и странами антигитлеровской коалиции, включающей Советский Союз, Великобританию, США, Францию и др., длилась с 1939 по 1945 гг. Великая Отечественная война началась на территории СССР 22 июня 1941 г. и закончилась 9 мая 1945 г., с завоеванием Берлина и падением ключевых нацистских сил. Оккупированные нацистами страны Европы, Азии, Северной Африки, острова Тихого и Атлантического океанов были спасены.

However, this war has become not only a victory but also a disaster: according to different estimates, from 50 to 85 million people dead. For the Russians, as well as for other nations of the former USSR, the Great Patriotic War is the turning point of history. Almost every family has a member who sacrificed his life or health for the motherland. Fierce battles of the Great Patriotic War (the Battle of Moscow, the Battle of Stalingrad, the Battle of Kursk, the Siege of Leningrad, the Operation Bagration that liberated Belarus, etc.) changed the destiny of the world. Besides, millions of men, women and even children labored for the army in the rear, despite the hardest conditions and famine.

Однако эта война стала не только победой, но и катастрофой: по разным оценкам, погибло от 50 до 85 миллионов человек. Для русских, как и для других народов бывшего СССР, Великая Отечественная война – это поворотный момент истории. Почти в каждой семье есть тот, кто пожертвовал жизнью или здоровьем ради Родины. Ожесточённые бои Великой Отечественной войны (битва за Москву, Сталинградская битва, Курская битва, блокада Ленинграда, операция «Багратион», освободившая Беларусь, и т.д.) изменили судьбу мира. Кроме того, миллионы мужчин, женщин и даже детей трудились для армии в тылу, несмотря на тяжелейшие условия и голод.

Due to courage and patriotism of our ancestors, now we can live in peace and freedom, out of Nazi slavery. It is important not to forget about their heroic feat.

Благодаря отваге и патриотизму наших предков, сейчас мы можем жить в мире и свободе, вне нацистского рабства. Важно не забывать об их героическом подвиге.

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Проект по английскому языку «Великая Отечественная война»

There are some topics which are urgent and important at all times. One of them is the topic of war.

The year 2015 is an important event in a social life of our country. It’s the 70th anniversary of the Victory in the World War II.

Victory Day is the most important holiday for Russian people. The Soviet Union won the victory in the Great Patriotic War in the name of peace and life on Earth. The Second World War was the largest military conflict in history. The rise of Hitler and Nazi Germany in the late 1930s brought unimaginable suffering to millions of people. Hitler was defeated in 1945 but, without doubt, Russia and the whole of the Soviet Union paid the highest price for the victory.

The Soviet army offered strong resistance to the Nazi troops but it was half disarmed and weakened by Stalin’s repressions and though soldiers showed remarkable courage, the enemy broke through the Soviet defense. Most Soviet airplanes were destroyed on the earth, they had no time to take off.

Equipped with up-to-date weapons, the Nazi and their allies were advancing rapidly. Their advance was in three directions: towards Moscow,

Leningrad and Kiev. On the very first days of the war the Nazi artillery was shelling Leningrad, the enemy planes were bombing Ukrainian cities. The Soviet command had to surrender Odessa.

To end the war before the New Year the German command announced a drive on Moscow. However, the nearer the enemy drew to Moscow, the stronger became the resistance of the Soviet people. All Soviet republics rallied in the face of common danger. Thousands of volunteers went to the font. Guerrilla detachments were operating behind the enemy’s lines. The civilians supplied the army with provision and munitions. The fighting army was reinforced with the reserve. Fresh reinforcements were brought up.

Through the Soviet troops had suffered heavy losses in dead and wounded, Moscow wasn’t captured.

The rout of the Nazis in the battle of Moscow was their 1 st major defeat in the WWII. The myth of the invincibility of the German army was shattered.

The victories of the Soviet army in the battles of Stalingrad, Kursk, Orel and other cities followed.

On the 16 th of April 1945 the Red army surrounded Berlin. On the 8 th of May the act of Unconditional Surrender of Nazi Germany was signed. The Soviet Union won a historic victory.

But this holiday is celebrated not only in our country, but in many other countries. On this day all mankind was liberated from the danger of fascism. More than a million Soviet soldiers gave their lives for the sake of the freedom of many foreign countries. That’s why this war is called the Second World War.

This war was very long but it could be much longer. The creation of the anti-Hitler coalition in 1942 and especially the opening of the Second Front in 1944 helped precipitate the victory.

The second front in Europe was the great necessarily for all mankind in the fight against fascism. The Teheran’s Conference began its work on the 28 th of November. This conference showed the solidarity of Soviet, British and American people in transporting equipment needed in the fight against fascism.

From speech of Prime Minister of the United Kingdom Winston Churchill:

«The Battle of France is over. The Battle of Britain is about to begin. The survival of Christian civilization depends upon this battle. Our British life, and the history of our institutions and our Empire depend upon it. The whole fury and might of the enemy will soon be turned on us. Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this Island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit lands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, so that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, “This was their finest hour.”»

The D-Day landings in Normandy on June 6, 1944, which the Second Front opened, have been described as the greatest amphibious operation in the history of warfare. The scale was majestic; 5,000 ships, together with thousands of lesser craft and backed by 11,000 aircraft. If the scale of the military undertaking was heroic, so too was its objective-nothing less than the defeat of Nazi Germany and the liberation of Europe. In this dramatic account of events, military experts from Britain, the United States and Germany describe the planning, build-up and execution of the D-Day attack.

There were more than 2, 8 million soldiers of Anti- Hitler coalition took part in the Second World War.

World War II veterans of the Murmansk port remember well the difficult times of the war and the solidarity of Soviet and American seamen. They transported equipment needed in the fight against fascism.

The North Atlantic, as is known, was the shortest, but also the most dangerous, transport route from the countries of the anti-Hitler coalition to the Soviet Union. No less dangerous was the route of allied ships from Medvezhy (Bear) Island to the Kola Gulf where they were unloaded, under the endless attacks of nazi aircraft.

War materials and food-stuffs came into the hands of Murmansk’s dock workers, who risked their lives unloading the ships.

There was the friendship of the Soviet and US workers, the solidarity of seamen and dock workers on both sides of the Atlantic during World War II.

There is a military cemetery where the American and English seamen that had fallen fighting in World War II were buried.

«The best monument to those who fell in battle, said one of a war veteran, will be our struggle for peace and friendship among peoples».

The main lesson of the victory over fascism is that all people of the world must fight against a new war. All peace – loving forces must unite for active actions.

Douglas Bader is one the best known war heroes in Britain. Douglas was born in England in 1910. His father was a major in the British Army in the First World War. In 1922, when Douglas was only 12, his father died. Traditionally, British Army officers were from the upper middle class families and educated their children in public schools.
However, public schools are expensive and with the loss of his father’s income, private education became impossible for Douglas. He ‘saved’ the day by winning a sports scholarship to St. Edward’s School in Oxford. When Douglas was 18, he won a cadetship to Cranwell Air Force Academy. The young man fell in love with flying almost immediately and started flying solo after only six and a half hours of training.
He quickly became one of the best young pilots in the Academy.
By 1931, Bader’s career as a pilot was going extremely well.
Then the tragedy struck. Douglas crashed while performing a complex aerobatic display. Although he was lucky to survive, he lost both legs. It seemed that his flying career was over. But Douglas insisted: ’They’ll have to call me up.’
Douglas was right. When Britain declared war on Germany in 1939, the country quickly became short of fighter pilots (the lifespan of a pilot in the Second World War was very short).
Bader was given a second chance. He learnt to fly with prosthetic legs.

By 1941, he had shot down 23 German planes – the fifth highest hit record in the Royal Air Force at the time.
But fate tried Bader once again. In 1941, he was shot down and captured by the Nazis. He was sent from prison to prison before ending up in the Colditz prison in Germany.
Douglas made several attempts to escape and in the end the Nazis had to take his tin legs away to stop him from escaping. So Bader had to wait until the end of the war to return to Britain.
After the war, Douglas dedicated his life to helping charities for disabled. In 1976, he was knighted for his heroism and outstanding charity work.
Douglas Bader died in 1982, a British national hero. But his story lives on. As well as Bader’s own autobiography, a number of books and a film have been produced in his honour.

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Здравствуйте! Верно ли расставлены знаки препинания в предложении? Первая половина 40-х гг. ХХ в. была нелёгким периодом жизни учёного — шла Великая Отечественная войн а.

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По основному правилу вместо тире должно стоять двоеточие.

Как правильно читать даты в таких предложениях: «22 июня 1941 года началась Великая отечественная войн а»? «Двадцать второе июня» или же «двадцать второго июня»?

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Верно: Д вадцать второго июня тысяча девятьсот сорок первого года началась Великая Отечественная войн а.

Какая аббревиатура верна на название Великая Отечественная войн а: ВОВ или ВОв? И насколько правомерно её использование? На мой взгляд, это чиновничий жаргон, коробит слух.

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с каких букв пишется великая отечественная войн а

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Правильно: Великая Отечественная войн а.

Как правильно писать аббревиатуру ВОВ или ВОв ( Великая Отечественная войн а)?

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Здравствуйте,подскажите, пожалуйста,как правильно пишется название Великая Отечественная Войн а или Великая Отечественная войн а?Спасибо

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Правильно: Великая Отечественная войн а.

Подскажите, пожалуйста, как правильно пишется аббревиатура Великая Отечественная войн а: ВОВ или ВОв?

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Прошло много лет. Здание стало жилым домом. Великая Отечественная войн а не пощадила и его стен. Но после П/победы дом был восстановлен и дожил до весьма преклонных лет

Как правильно написать слово П/победа?
Заранее спасибо
Зaнудa
Ответ справочной службы русского языка

Возможны варианты написания.

C чем связана вариативность?

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Прошло много лет. Здание стало жилым домом. Великая Отечественная войн а не пощадила и его стен. Но после П/победы дом был восстановлен и дожил до весьма преклонных лет

Как правильно написать слово П/победа?
Заранее спасибо

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Подскажите,пожалуйста, как правильно перевести в аббревиатуру словосочетание Великая Отечественная войн а? Все ли буквы в аббревиатуре должны быть прописными? Спасибо!

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Аббревиатура пишется прописными (большими) буквами, но, строго говоря, названия исторических событий не следует превращать в аббревиатуры.

Доброе утро, в словосочетании Великая отечественная войн а слово «отечественная» пишется с маленькой буквы?

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Правильно: Великая Отечественная войн а.

Прописная или строчная: ближнее зарубежье, гражданская война, Великая отечественная войн а?

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Правильно: ближнее зарубежье, Великая Отечественная войн а. Сочетание гражданская война пишется строчными как родовое название, определяющее характер войны. Однако как обозначение исторического события правильно: Гражданская война (в России 1918–1920; в США 1861–1865).

Впервые вижу такую аббревиатуру ВОв.
(. вдовам воинов, погибших в период ВОв).
А может быть, ВОВ?
Как правильно?

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Написание ВОв неправильно. Сокращение от Великая Отечественная войн а – ВОВ. Многие лингвисты, однако, считают эту аббревиатуру варварской, см., например, статью Н. А. Еськовой.

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Краткая история ВОВ на английском языке

A Brief history of the Great Patriotic War

«The Motherland calls!» 1941. Author Irakli Moiseevich Toidze.

The Great Patriotic War (June 22, 1941- May 9, 1945) – the war of the Soviet Union against the invading Soviet territory Nazi Germany along with its allies ( amidst of which were Slovakia, Hungary, Italy, Finland, Romania, Hungary, Bulgaria and Croatia).

The Great Patriotic War is the most important part of the Second world war – the bloodiest one if we look across the history of mankind, and stands above all the previous wars in cruelty. It ended with the victory of the USSR over Germany.

V. Krivonogov. «Defenders of the Brest fortress. » (1951)

The main periods of the Great Patriotic War.

As to historiography , it considers that during the Great Patriotic War there were three main periods. Among them are:

The first period is considered to be from June 22, 1941 till November 1942, because that was the time when the German attack on the Soviet Union happened. It includes the initial period of the war, the collapse of the blitzkrieg, the battle for Moscow, beside the failures and defeats of the summer of 1942.

The second period: from November 1942 up to December 1943. A fundamental change in the course of the war: a s from victories in the battles of Stalingrad and Kursk, plus in the battle near the Dnieper.

As for the third period, in accordance with the history it lasted around 16 months: since January 1944 – untill may 9, 1945. Aside from the exile of the enemy outside the territory of the USSR, the soviet troops liberated the occupied countries of Europe. As a result of these operations the fascist bloc was smashed. As regards Berlin operation, it led to unconditional surrender of Germany.

Besides it should be noted that the Soviet-Japanese war is considered as a logical continuation of the Great Patriotic War.

But before talking about the Great Patriotic War, it should be mentioned that on August 23, 1939, a non-aggression treaty was concluded between Germany and the USSR, better known as the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact.

Apart from the treaty there was a secret additional protocol on the delimitation of spheres of interest in Eastern Europe in the event of «territorial and political reorganization».

Concerning Poland, an interesting fact is that the protocol contained a clause regarding the division of Polish territories in favour of the Soviet Union and Germany.

Despite this, on September 1, 1939, the Nazis attacked Poland. Owing to the fact that the country was completely unprepared to defend its lands, it was conquered very quickly.

In less than a year, Germany, thanks to the blitzkrieg (waging a lightning war), captured Norway, Denmark, France down to the Benelux countries.

The fascist forces also planned to occupy England (operation «Sea lion»), in virtue of achieving air supremacy, but irrespective of their strength they failed. On account of this, Hitler was unable to land his troops in the British Isles.

N. Tolkunov. «Immortality. Brest. » (1941)

Preparation of the USSR for war

In the face of the future war, military factories, railways, heat and hydroelectric power plants were actively built in the Soviet Union. In compliance with the political situation the country embarked on a large-scale militarization.

In addition to it, factories that produced a particular product could, within a few hours, be converted to the production of military equipment or ammunition. Also in the Soviet republics, oil was intensively extracted, and coal and mineral mines were developed.

In a short time, improved weapons and military equipment appeared in the country. Having regard to such an important task some specialists worked in factories almost seven days a week.

Every Soviet citizen had to have a special education independently of age. In the case of the slightest violation of discipline, a person could receive a serious reprimand or incur more serious responsibility.

At the beginning of 1941 ordinary workers worked 11-12 hours a day, instead of the required 8 hours. Notwithstanding all this the Soviet leadership did not manage to implement their plans.

V. Krivonogov. «Defenders of the Brest fortress. » (1951)

The Plan «Barbarossa»

According to the Barbarossa plan, Germany intended to seize the Soviet Union as soon as possible.

In line with his successful military company against many European countries, Hitler thought that he could conquer the Soviet Union in 6 weeks. However, as time showed, the Fuhrer of the Third Reich overestimated his strength.

In general, Hitler’s troops were superior to the Red Army, although in a small measure (the number of tanks and aircraft of Germany was unlike that of the USSR: it was less).

On the first days of the war, as compared with the following periods, the USSR suffered serious losses and withstood them at the expense of great efforts.

At first, Iosiv Stalin made every effort to fight beyond his own territory or, at least, close to the state border, but contrary to his intentions, this proved impossible.

Within a month after the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, the Red Army left behind the territory of 6 Soviet republics, lost about 100 divisions. Compared with these losses Hitler’s troops suffered less but still except for about 100,000 soldiers they lost more than a third of the tanks.

P. Krivonogov. «Duel.» (1964)

Due to the incredible courage of Soviet soldiers, the USSR was able to stop Germany and thwart the plan » Barbarossa » in spite of its initial success (read about the incredible feats of Soviet children in front of mortal danger).

«Sentry. Childhood canceled by the war.» Tolochko V. I.

In relation to the battle of Smolensk, during this operation the Russians managed to move from defense to attack.

Yu. Neprintsev. «Native land.» (1967)

Then in the autumn of 1941, the Red Army, by means of tremendous efforts, did not allow the enemy to capture Sevastopol.

«Defense of Sevastopol». Deineka A. A.

During this period, Hitler, along with the German generals, was engaged in the development of operation Typhoon with the object of attacking Moscow.

Let us briefly consider the main battles of the great Patriotic war.

Artists Nikolai Zhukov and Victor Klimashin «Defend Moscow». (1941)

The battle for the capital was a turning point in the Great Patriotic War. On September 30, 1941, German troops began a rapid advance on Moscow. At first they were successful. The Germans advanced and captured about 700,000 Russian soldiers.

In the next 2 months, failing to stop the Germans in consequence of unsuccessful defense the soviet soldiers had to fight at a distance of less than 100 km next to Moscow. In view of deadly threat in the USSR, the commander-in-chief of the Western front was appointed Georgy Zhukov, and under his command our army was able to stop the German attack.

On November 7, a parade was organized in Moscow on Red Square, from which the soldiers immediately went towards the front line.

Soon the enemy again began to attack the positions of the Red Army, but it managed to survive, as they fought for the sake of their motherland. On December 5, the Soviet troops received reinforcements on the part of the garrison of the far East so they were able to go on a counterattack.

During the rapid repulse, the Soviet troops managed to destroy about 40 enemy divisions and regardless of immense difficulty forced the enemy to retreat.

«The enemy is stopped.» Osipenko F. P.

The obtained victories helped the Soviet people to believe in their own strength and perk up. At the same time, the anti-Hitler coalition was almost completely formed, which consisted of 26 states: the Big four (the USSR, great Britain, the United States, China) and other countries.

The battle of Stalingrad is considered one of the bloodiest in the history of mankind. Since Stalingrad was named after the leader of the peoples – Iosiv Stalin, the Soviet soldiers did everything possible for the purpose of preventing the enemy from capturing it.

B. Makhov. «Stalingrad. » (1972)

Before launching an active offensive on Stalingrad, with a view to occupy Crimea and part of Ukraine, the Germans were able to seize the Kerch Peninsula, Sevastopol, Kharkiv and Donbass.

On July 28, Stalin gave the order to hold Stalingrad by all means and not to retreat a step back.

For almost 4 months, the soldiers defended Stalingrad from the attacks of the German troops. It was only on November 19, 1942, that the Red Army launched an active counterattack.

Throughout the battle of Stalingrad, almost 3,000,000 people were killed on both sides, and the number of units of various military equipment destroyed were hundreds of thousands.

B. Makhov. «Stalingrad. » (1972)

I. Baldin. «The heroine of the battle of Stalingrad Natasha Kachuevskaya.» (1984.)

The battle of Kursk

«On The Kursk Bulge». Krivonogov P. A.

Stalingrad was followed by the battle of Kursk, which involved about 2,000,000 people and tens of thousands of tanks and aircraft. The battle of Kursk is considered one of the largest battles in history. The German side has developed a military operation «Citadel», trying to destroy the Soviet army.

In turn, the Soviet leadership managed to successfully carry out several military operations. As a result of the battle of Kursk, which lasted a month and a half, the Soviet troops were able to win over the Germans.

Wehrmacht forces lost more than half a million soldiers. Within a short period of time, the Red Army liberated a number of Russian and Ukrainian cities.

Defence of Leningrad

The defense of Leningrad is one of the most heroic and difficult events of the Great Patriotic War.

Artist Vladimir Serov, 1941

The siege of Leningrad began on September 8, 1941 and ended only on January 27, 1944 when the city was cut off from any sources of food.

Diorama «The Siege of Leningrad». Korneev, E. A.

The only way to save the people of Leningrad was the so-called «Road of life», which ran along the surface of frozen lake Ladoga.

Thanks to this route, about 250,000 tons of food were delivered to Leningrad, and about 1 million people were evacuated. It was worth noting that the » Road of life » was constantly bombed. However, this was the only chance to have a connection with the city.

The blockade ring was broken on January 18, 1943, so that the city began to be supplied with more food and weapons.

In general, the residents of Leningrad had to experience severe difficulties and hunger for 872 days, constantly being on the verge of life and death.

According to historians during the siege of Leningrad from 600,000 to 1,500 000 people died.

In the period from June 23 to August 29, 1944, the Red Army conducted a key operation on the Belarusian front called «Bagration». The Soviet troops were faced with the task of restoring dominance over the occupied territories.

Eventually, the USSR managed to liberate Belarus, Lithuania and part of Poland.

At that time, it was clear that Hitler’s troops were no longer a serious threat to the USSR. The Soviet leadership began to develop a number of operations aimed at the liberation of European countries.

On may 9, 1945, the German capitulation Act was signed. This joyful news became a real holiday for all residents of the USSR and their allies.

«Victory». Krivonogov P. A.

«Triumph of the victorious Motherland». Khmelko, M. I.

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Сочинение на тему Великая Отечественная Война 1941-1945 года рассуждение

Великая Отечественная война… Эти слова священны для каждого русского человека. Чем дальше уходят в прошлое события этой войны, тем дороже для нас воспоминания, документы и свидетельства этих дней. Невыученный урок истории грозит не только плохой оценкой, но и повторением ужасного прошлого.

Что для нас значит слово «война»? Страх, боль, смерть. Смерть не просто абстрактного человека, а брата, мужа, отца, сына. В послевоенные годы не было семьи, у которой кто-нибудь не остался лежать на поле брани. До сих пор находят останки без вести пропавших воинов и с почетом предают их земле.

Нам кажется, что страсти, бушующие в жизни молодых людей, отодвигают от них героическую историю Великой отечественной войны. Это не так. Вглядитесь в лица юношей и девушек на возложении венков, митингах, встречах с ветеранами войны.

У них блестят слезы и дрожат губы, и голос прерывается, когда они говорят слова благодарности старшему поколению. И герои современной истории также погибают в бою за свою Родину.

Можно привести множество примеров из чеченской, афганской, а сейчас сирийской войны.

Готовность к подвигу… Откуда она появляется? Многих героев мы знаем, но есть имена, которые нам предстоит открыть для себя и своих потомков. Молодогвардейцы, Зоя Космодемьянская, Николай Гастелло, пионеры – герои, Дмиьтрий Овчаренко… Невозможно перечислить всех героев. Их подвиги нам надо знать и не позволить предать забвению.

Каждая битва Великой Отечественной войны доказывает стойкость и мужество советских людей. Сталинград, Ленинград, Ржевское сражение, Курская дуга… Свидетели этих сражений вспоминают ад, где нужно было выжить, чтобы победить. Миллионы людей погибли, чтобы завоевать нам счастливое будущее.

Человек может сделать очень много. Мальчишкам, которые пошли на фронт, иногда хватало одного сражения, одного часа, чтобы стать историей. Они погибали, но на один час победа становилась ближе. Сколько бы ни прошло лет после окончания Великой Отечественной войны, мы будем помнить имена наших героев.

Вариант 2

Страшные испытания обрушились на нашу страну. Война не пожалела ни маленьких, ни стариков, ни взрослое, трудовое поколение. Все встали на защиту нашей Родины. Вместо обучения и создания семьи все силы были направлены на борьбу с врагом. Кто — то изготовлял орудия. Остальные шли воевать на месте.

Наступление войны — море горя людей, многочисленные потери близких людей. Разбиты памятники и достояния многих городов, уничтожены ценные книги и картины. Много песен и стихов посвящено этому времени. В окружённых городах смерть уносила множество людей от голода и холода. Все встали на защиту народа.

Важно, что медсёстры выносили на себе раненных. Девушки были партизанками, отдавали свою жизнь на защиту страны. У всех была одна цель победить фашистов. Общая беда — разрушительная война. Мы не должны забывать о том времени, чтобы не повторить ошибки истории. Должны сохранять мир и не отступать от намеченной цели.

Много героических памятников создано в честь доблестных героев.

В честь победы наша страна каждый год отмечает День Победы. Мы не забудем наших героев, в молодые годы, потерявших свои жизни. Все должны бороться за мирное положение в нашей стране.

Война не оставила в покое ни одну семью. Трагические фотографии сохранились до сих пор. Жестокость и насилие было противопоставлено огромной любви русского народа к своей стране. Мы боролись за свободу. И огромное желание победить, не щадя своих жизней, здоровья, спасло нашу Родину от фашистов. Вечная память, погибшим героям и людям, оставшимся в живых, но не доживших до этого дня.

Жестокость и варварство не знало границ. У мирного населения забирали скот, последнюю еду, насиловали женщин. Из порезанного тела детей переливали кровь немецким солдатам.

Вечная память людям, отдавшим свои жизни, чтобы мы жили под мирным небом!

Сочинение рассуждение про Великую Отечественную Войну

В Великой Отечественной Войне 1941-1945 годов в неравной битве против  фашисткой Германии победила советская армия, и нет ни одного человека, который бы не знал об этом, но, к сожалению, мало кто задумывается, какими силами и какой ценой, нам досталась эта Победа.

Даже само слово «война» вселяет ужас в сердце любого человека, потому что люди знают, что это всегда боль, горе и страдания, которые заставляют детей терять отцов, женщин превращают во вдов, а пожилых родителей лишают любимых детей.

Самая главная война нашего народа была тяжелейшем испытанием для всех. Воевать уходили мужчины всех возрастов: от мала до велика. Далеко не все возвращались, некоторые были ранены, но и те, кто вернулся живым, навсегда запомнили эти страшные, кровавые события.

Не было ни одной семьи, которую бы не затронуло это кошмарное время. Даже женщины и дети пытались оказать помощь, стоя сутками на различных фабриках и заводах изготовляя необходимые вещи.

Люди умирали от изнеможения прямо на своих рабочих местах работая без остановки, еды и сна, поэтому, даже те, кто не присутствовал на поле битвы, отдавал свои жизни ради родной земли.

Каждый так или иначе внёс свои вклад в победу советской армии. Иногда казалось, что мы не сможем победить, потому что сила фашистов была огромной, у них присутствовало новейшее оружие, в тоже время нашим солдатам, в прямом смысле, говорили добывать его на поле боя.

Во время великой войны двадцатого века появились настоящие герои. Желание людей защитить свою родную землю заставило их встретиться со смертью лицом к лицу. Оно проявлялось в решимости множества граждан союза республик направить на разгром оккупантов все силы.

Именно сила духа русского народа и вера в светлое будущее помогли одержать победу над фашистами.

В заключение хотелось бы сказать, во время войны погибло более двадцати миллионов человек. Наша земля, по которой мы ходим, буквально пропитана кровью солдат, которые отдали жизни за родную страну.

Поэтому нужно задуматься о тех войнах, которые мы видим сейчас. Нельзя допустить ещё одной войны, нужно помнить, какой ценой досталась эта не лёгкая Победа и этот мир над головой.

Я считаю, что мы просто не имеем права забывать об этих временах.

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Источник: https://sochinimka.ru/sochinenie/pro-vojnu/velikaya-otechestvennaya-vojna-rassuzhdenie

Как говорить о войне на английском?

В слове «война» нет ничего хорошего, только горечь боли и потерь. Для многих из нас это слово ассоциируется с прошлым, когда наши деды и прадеды сражались за наше с вами будущее, за родную землю, за свои жизни.

Эта война получила название Великой Отечественная война (The Great Patriotic War) и унесла жизни около 27 миллионов наших сограждан. Память о ней мы продолжаем чтить, именно поэтому для нас очень значим День Победы (Victory Day).

Сегодня мы будем обсуждать тему « Великая Отечественная война на английском ». Но прежде чем приступить к ее обсуждению нам надо выучить новые слова и выражения:

Vocabulary WAR (nouns)

War [wɔː] — войнаPeace [piːs] — мир, спокойствиеBattle [‘bætl] — битваVictory [‘vɪkt(ə)rɪ] — победаDefence [dɪ’fen(t)s] — оборонаOffence [ə’fen(t)s] — наступлениеDefeat [dɪ’fiːt] — поражениеArmistice [‘ɑːmɪstɪs] — перемирие, прекращение военных действий; короткое перемирие, прекращение огняMilitary [‘mɪlɪt(ə)rɪ] — военныйPrisoner of war — военнопленныйAttack [ə’tæk] — атака, наступление; наступательный бойConscription [kən’skrɪpʃ(ə)n]  — призыв, воинская повинность; набор (в армию)Order [‘ɔːdə] — распоряжение, приказ

Armament [‘ɑːməmənt] — вооружение

Verbs WAR

withdraw [wɪð’drɔː] — отходитьpull out [ʹpʋlʹaʋt] — выводить войскаgive an order — приказатьbe demobilize  [biː] [ˌdiː’məub(ə)laɪzd]  — демобилизироватьсяblow up [ʹbləʋʹʌp] — взорватьexplode [ɪk’spləud] — взрыватьсяdetonate [‘detəneɪt]  — детонироватьcommand [kə’mɑːnd] — командоватьcall up [ʹkɔ:lʹʌp] — призыватьshoot [ʃuːt] — стрелятьfire [‘faɪə] — вести огонь

battle [‘bætl] — сражаться, драться, бороться

Phrases WAR (with examples)

1. to invade — вторгнуться
   Our country was invaded by the army of Nazi German on the 21st of June, 1941.
2. compulsory military service – обязательная воинская повинность
   The RF has compulsory military service.
3. rogue state – экстремиское государство
   Some countries are considered rogue states.
4. foil an attack – успешно помешать планам атаки
   Have you heard the news? The police has managed to foil a gas attack in the bank.
5. declare a ceasefire – заявить о прекращение огня
   The government of Ukraine has declared a ceasefire and signed up Minsk Agreement but the civil war is still lasting.
6. prop up a regime – поддерживать режим
   Russian people never propped up a regime of Nazi Germany.
7. stick to one’s guns – придерживаться собственного мнения, даже когда большинство утверждают это мнение неправильное.
   I think that the President  has decided to stick to his guns and to do what he thinks is right.
8. pose a threat – создавать угрозу
   The regime of Nazi Germany had posed a threat for all the world.

Grandfather and war

Read and retell the text:

The war… It is a really awful word which makes all people of country to feel the fear. It is the pain. It is the huge pain when we lose our relatives at the war. Our country was invaded by the army of Nazi German on the 21st of June, 1941.

My grandfather was at the war. When he was a child, German had captured him. It was the town Leipzig. He was in the terrible panic!

My grandfather outlived a lot. He saw the hunger and the coldness. He heard how bombs were blew up, how our people suffered and how they were murdered by Nazi soldiers.

The Germans were very violent. You could never negotiate with them or reach an agreement. They respected only their ideology. My grandfather was in the camps where fascists mocked our people.

The German soldiers didn’t give our people water and food. A lot of people died from depletion. It seems to me that sometimes they were ready to give up. However they couldn’t do it because they loved their motherland.

That’s why our people tried to be strong and determined.

My grandfather ran down two times. He and his friend fought for freedom but they couldn’t reach it at the very first time. The Germans caught them thanks to cruel dogs.

My grandfather was still a boy but he wanted to be a defender of our Motherland. He took the weapon and went to the war to protect his life, our land and our people. He heroically defended our Motherland, followed all the orders of the commanders. He battled, fired and shot the enemies and did the best to approach our victory.

Источник: http://5lessons.ru/slova-po-temam/kak-govorit-o-voyne-na-angliyskom/