Alekseev read stories from the history of the Patriotic War. Stories about the war for schoolchildren. Stories of Sergei Alekseev. Sergey Alekseev "Danke schoen"

The Brest Fortress stands on the border. The Nazis attacked it on the very first day of the war. Read...

The war is on fire. The earth is on fire. A grandiose battle with the Nazis unfolded over a vast area from the Baltic to the Black Sea. Read...

It was the fifth day of the war. Pilot Captain Nikolai Frantsevich Gastello with his crew led the aircraft on a combat mission. The plane was large, twin-engine. Bomber. Read...

It happened in Ukraine. Not far from the city of Lutsk. Read...

There is a war going on in Belarus. They rise behind the fire of the conflagration. Read...

Enemies are marching across Ukraine. The fascists are rushing forward. Read...

In one of the battles, a Soviet KB tank (KB is a tank brand) rammed a fascist one. The Nazi tank was destroyed. However, ours also suffered. The impact stalled the engine. Read...

The battle with the Nazis went on the banks of the Dnieper. The Nazis went to the Dnieper. Among others, the village of Buchak was captured. The Nazis were there. There are many of them - about a thousand. Installed a mortar battery. The coast is high. The Nazis can see far from the slope. The fascist battery is hitting ours. Read...

There were battles in Belarus south of the city Mogilev. The fascist tank battalion advanced along the forest road. Read...

The Nazis were advancing on Leningrad. Stubborn battles unfolded near the city of Luga. Read...

Baltic Sea. Straits. bays. Waves run like swans. Together with infantrymen, pilots, tankers, artillerymen, Soviet sailors also began to defend the Motherland. Read...

July 10, 1941 began a grandiose battle near Smolensk. The enemy is coming from the west, from the north, from the south. The Smolensk region is on fire. Either the fascists are advancing, then ours go on the attack, then the fascists are pressing again, then we respond with fire and steel. Read...

Her fame began near Minsk. To the north of the city of Minsk, a division fought, which bore the hundredth number. Read...

Katyushas are rocket launchers that appeared in the Soviet Army in the first days of the war. The Katyusha shells had enormous destructive power. In addition, flying across the sky, they left a threatening fiery trail. Read...

On July 11, 1941, the Nazis approached the city of Kyiv. Heavy fighting began for the capital of Soviet Ukraine. Read...

The Nazis continued to move towards Leningrad. After stubborn, bloody battles on September 8, 1941, they reached Lake Ladoga, the Neva River. The enemies were at the very borders of the great city. Read...

Sergei Petrovich Alekseev

HUNDRED STORIES ABOUT WAR

Chapter one

THE END OF THE BLitzkrieg

BREST FORTRESS

The Brest Fortress stands on the border. The Nazis attacked it on the very first day of the war.

The Nazis could not take the Brest Fortress by storm. Passed her left and right. She remained with the enemies in the rear.

The Nazis are coming. Fights are going on near Minsk, near Riga, near Lvov, near Lutsk. And there, in the rear of the Nazis, he does not give up, the Brest Fortress is fighting.

It's hard for heroes. Bad with ammunition, bad with food, especially bad with water for the defenders of the fortress.

Around the water - the Bug River, the Mukhovets River, branches, channels. There is water all around, but there is no water in the fortress. Under fire water. A sip of water here is more valuable than life.

Water! - rushes over the fortress.

There was a daredevil, rushed to the river. Rushed and immediately collapsed. The enemies of the soldier were killed. Time passed, another brave rushed forward. And he died. The third replaced the second. The third one did not survive.

A machine gunner lay not far from this place. He scribbled, scribbled a machine gun, and suddenly the line broke off. The machine gun overheated in battle. And the machine gun needs water.

The machine gunner looked - the water evaporated from the hot battle, the machine gun casing was empty. He looked to where the Bug, where the channels are. Looked left, right.

Eh, it wasn't.

He crawled towards the water. He crawled in a plastunsky way, snuggled up to the ground like a snake. He is closer to the water, closer. It's right next to the coast. The machine gunner grabbed his helmet. He scooped up water like a bucket. Snake crawls back again. Closer to their own, closer. It's quite close. His friends took over.

I brought water! Hero!

The soldiers are looking at the helmet, at the water. From thirst in the eyes of muddied. They do not know that the machine gunner brought water for the machine gun. They are waiting, and suddenly a soldier will treat them now - at least a sip.

The machine gunner looked at the fighters, at the withered lips, at the heat in his eyes.

Come on, said the machine gunner.

The fighters stepped forward, but suddenly ...

Brothers, it would not be for us, but for the wounded, - someone's voice was heard.

The soldiers stopped.

Of course, the wounded!

That's right, take it to the basement!

The soldiers of the fighter were detached to the basement. He brought water to the basement where the wounded lay.

Brothers, - he said, - water ...

Take it, - he handed the soldier a mug.

The soldier reached for the water. I already took a mug, but suddenly:

No, not me, - said the soldier. - Not for me. Bring the children, dear.

The fighter carried water to the children. And it must be said that Brest Fortress along with adult fighters were women and children - the wives and children of military personnel.

The soldier went down to the basement where the children were.

Well, come on, - the fighter turned to the guys. - Come, stand, - and, like a magician, he takes out a helmet from behind his back.

The guys look - there is water in the helmet.

The children rushed to the water, to the soldier.

The fighter took a mug, carefully poured it on the bottom. See who to give. He sees a baby with a pea next to him.

On, - handed the baby.

The kid looked at the fighter, at the water.

Folder, - said the kid. - He's there, he shoots.

Yes, drink, drink, - the fighter smiled.

No, the boy shook his head. - Folder. - I never took a sip of water.

And others refused him.

The fighter returned to his own. He told about the children, about the wounded. He gave the water helmet to the machine gunner.

The machine gunner looked at the water, then at the soldiers, at the fighters, at his friends. He took a helmet, poured water into the metal casing. Came to life, earned, zastrochit machine gun.

The machine gunner covered the fighters with fire. The daredevils have been found again. To the Bug, towards death, they crawled. The heroes returned with water. Drink the children and the wounded.

The defenders of the Brest Fortress fought bravely. But there were fewer and fewer of them. Bombed them from the sky. Cannons fired direct fire. From flamethrowers.

The Nazis are waiting - just about, and people will ask for mercy. That's it, and the white flag will appear.

Waited, waited - the flag is not visible. Nobody asks for mercy.

For thirty-two days the battles for the fortress did not cease. “I am dying, but I do not give up. Farewell, Motherland! - one of her last defenders wrote on the wall with a bayonet.

These were words of goodbye. But it was also an oath. The soldiers kept their oath. They did not surrender to the enemy.

Bulbul.

Fighting in Stalingrad does not subside. The Nazis are rushing to the Volga.

Some fascist pissed off Sergeant Noskov. Our trenches and the Nazis here passed side by side. Speech is heard from trench to trench.

The fascist sits in his shelter, shouting:

Rus, tomorrow bul-bul!

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

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

Rus, tomorrow bul-bul. - And clarifies: - Bul-bul at Volga.

This "boom-boo" is getting on the nerves of Sergeant Noskov.

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

Eka, damn Fritz! Yes, show yourself. Let me take a look at you.

The Hitlerite just leaned out. Noskov looked, other soldiers looked. Reddish. Ospovat. Ears up. The cap on the crown miraculously holds.

The fascist leaned out and again:

Bool-boo!

One of our soldiers grabbed a rifle. He jumped up and took aim.

Don't touch! Noskov said sternly.

The soldier looked at Noskov in surprise. Shrugged. Pulled out the rifle.

Until the very evening, the eared German croaked: “Rus, tomorrow bul-bul. Tomorrow at Volga.

By evening, the fascist soldier fell silent.

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

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

But someone said:

Brothers, crawl back.

The second confirmed:

That's right, they're coming back.

The soldiers peered - right. Creep, hugging the ground, friends. Just not two of them. Three. The fighters took a closer look: the third fascist soldier, the same one - "bul-bul". He just doesn't crawl. Noskov and Turyanchik drag him. A gag in the soldier's mouth.

Friends of the screamer were dragged into the trench. We rested and went on to the headquarters.

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

Bool bool, bool bool! - shouts mischievously Turyanchik.

Bul-bool, - the fascist blows bubbles. Shaking like an aspen leaf.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, - said Noskov. - Russian does not beat a lying person.

The soldiers handed over the prisoner to the headquarters.

He waved goodbye to the fascist Noskov.

Bull-bull, - said Turyanchik, saying goodbye.

Evil last name.

The soldier of his surname was shy. He was unlucky at birth. His surname is Trusov.

Military time. Surname catchy.

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

Surname?

Trusov.

How how?

Trusov.

Y-yes ... - drawled the employees of the military registration and enlistment office.

The fighter got into the company.

What's the last name?

Private Trusov.

How how?

Private Trusov.

Y-yes ... - the commander drawled.

A soldier took on a lot of troubles from the surname. All around jokes and jokes:

Looks like your ancestor was not a hero.

In a wagon train with such a surname!

Will bring field mail. The soldiers will gather in a circle. Letters are being distributed. Names are called:

Kozlov! Sizov! Smirnov!

Everything is fine. Soldiers approach, take their letters.

Shout out:

Cowards!

Soldiers laugh all around.

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

As part of his 149th separate rifle brigade, Private Trusov arrived near Stalingrad. The fighters were transported across the Volga to the right bank. The brigade went into action.

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

Trusov does not want to disgrace himself. Tries. Soldiers go on the attack. Suddenly, an enemy machine gun fired from the left. Trusov turned around. From the machine gave a turn. The enemy machine gun fell silent.

Well done! - praised the fighter squad leader.

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

Now to the right. Trusov turned. I approached the machine gunner. Threw a grenade. And this fascist subsided.

Hero! the squad leader said.

The soldiers lay down. They are shooting with the Nazis. The fight is over. The soldiers of the killed enemies were counted. Twenty people ended up at the place where Private Trusov was firing.

Oh-oh! - broke out from the squad leader. - Well, brother, your surname is evil. Evil!

Trusov smiled.

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

The medal "For Courage" hangs on the hero's chest. Whoever meets it will squint its eyes at the reward.

The first question for the soldier is now:

What is the award for, hero?

No one will ask again the name now. No one will giggle now. With malice, the word will not leave.

From now on, it is clear to the fighter: the honor of a soldier is not in the surname - the deeds of a person are painted.

Stories by Sergei Alekseev

Fascinating and interesting military history. Stories about the events taking place during the years of the Great Patriotic War.

BEAR

The soldiers of one of the Siberian divisions in those days when the division went to the front, fellow countrymen gave a little bear cub. Mishka got used to the soldier's car. Importantly went to the front.

Toptygin came to the front. The teddy bear turned out to be extremely smart. And most importantly, from birth he had a heroic character. Not afraid of bombings. It did not clog into corners during artillery shelling. He only grumbled with displeasure if the shells were bursting very close.

Mishka visited Southwestern Front, then - as part of the troops that smashed the Nazis near Stalingrad. Then for some time he was with the troops in the rear, in the front-line reserve. Then he got into the 303rd rifle division to the Voronezh front, then to the Central, again to the Voronezh. He was in the armies of generals Managarov, Chernyakhovsky, again Managarov. The teddy bear grew up during this time. It resounded in the shoulders. The bass cut through. It became a boyar fur coat.

In the battles near Kharkov, the bear distinguished himself. At the crossings he walked with a convoy in an economic column. So it was this time. There were heavy, bloody battles. Once the economic column came under a strong blow from the Nazis. The Nazis surrounded the column. The forces are unequal, it's hard for ours. The soldiers took up defense. Only the defense is weak. The Soviet soldiers would not leave.

Yes, but suddenly the Nazis hear some kind of terrible roar! "What would it be?" - guess the Nazis. Listened, watched.

Ber! Ber! Bear! someone shouted.

That's right - Mishka got up on his hind legs, growled and went to the Nazis. The Nazis did not expect, they rushed to the side. And ours hit at that moment. Escaped from the environment.

The bear walked in heroes.

He would be rewarded, - the soldiers laughed.

He received a reward: a plate of fragrant honey. Ate and growled. I licked the plate to a shine, to a shine. Added honey. Added again. Eat, eat, hero. Toptygin!

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

Bear grew up. Quite a giant. Where are the soldiers during the war to mess with such a bulk! The soldiers decided: we will come to Kyiv - we will settle him in the zoo. We will write on the cage: the bear is a well-deserved veteran and a participant in the great battle.

However, the road to Kyiv passed. Their division passed by. The bear was not left in the menagerie. Even the soldiers are happy now.

From Ukraine Mishka got to Belarus. He took part in the battles near Bobruisk, then ended up in the army, which was going to Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

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

That's right: under his pines. Under the fir.

That's where he is expanse.

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

Farewell, Toptygin!

Play freely!

Live, start a family!

Mishka stood in the clearing. He got up on his hind legs. Looked at the green bushes. The smell of the forest inhaled through the nose.

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

Be happy, Mikhail Mikhalych!

And suddenly a terrible explosion thundered in the clearing. The soldiers ran to the explosion - dead, motionless Toptygin.

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

The war goes on without mercy. War has no weariness.

STING

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

Here two of our fronts advanced at once - the 2nd Ukrainian and the 3rd Ukrainian. Near Chisinau, Soviet troops were supposed to surround a large fascist group. Fulfill the fronts of the indication of the Rate. To the north and west of Chisinau, the 2nd Ukrainian front. East and south - the 3rd Ukrainian Front. Generals Malinovsky and Tolbukhin were at the head of the fronts.

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

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

Troops march forward. They bypass the enemy. Ticks begin to squeeze.

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

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

And then the giant pincers closed. Eighteen fascist divisions turned out to be in a huge bag near Chisinau. Our troops began to defeat the fascists who fell into the bag.

Satisfied soviet soldiers:

The beast will be slammed again with a trap.

There was talk: now the fascist is not terrible, at least take it with your bare hands.

However, the soldier Igoshin had a different opinion:

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

The soldiers laugh

So it was at what time!

Now another price for a fascist.

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

That's because the character is harmful!

Everything is more difficult in the bag for the Nazis. They began to surrender. They also surrendered at the site of the 68th Guards Rifle Division. Igoshin served in one of her battalions.

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

Clear - go to surrender.

The soldiers revived, shouting to the Nazis:

Please, please! It is high time!

The soldiers turned to Igoshin:

Well, why is your fascist terrible?

Soldiers are crowding, they are looking at the Nazis going to surrender. There are newcomers in the battalion. For the first time, the Nazis are seen so close. And they, the newcomers, are also not at all afraid of the Nazis - after all, they are going to surrender.

The Nazis are getting closer, closer. Close at all. And suddenly burst burst. The Nazis began to shoot.

A lot of ours would have died. Yes, thanks to Igoshin. He kept his weapon at the ready. The retaliatory immediately opened fire. Then others helped.

The firing went off on the field. The soldiers approached Igoshin:

Thank you brother. And the fascist, look, with a snake indeed, it turns out, a sting.

The Chisinau “cauldron” brought a lot of trouble to our soldiers. The fascists rushed. They rushed in different directions. Went to deceit, to meanness. They tried to leave. But in vain. Soldiers clamped them with a heroic hand. Clamped. Squeezed. The snake's sting was pulled out.

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

AEROSTATCHIK

Among the defenders of Moscow was a detachment of balloonists. Aerostats rose into the Moscow sky. With the help of metal cables, barriers were created against Nazi bombers.

Somehow the soldiers lowered one of the balloons. The winch creaks monotonously. A steel cable, like a thread, creeps along a bobbin. With the help of this cable, the balloon is lowered. He's getting lower, lower. Ropes hang from the shell of the balloon. These are halyards. The fighters will grab the balloon now by the halyards. Holding on to the halyards, they will drag the balloon to the parking lot. Strengthen, tie him to the supports.

The balloon is huge. It looks like an elephant, like a mammoth. The colossus will obediently follow the people. This is usually. But it happens that the balloon gets stubborn. That is if there is wind. At such moments, the balloon, like a skittish steed, breaks and breaks from the leash.

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

The balloon is descending. Stands Private Veligura. There are others. Now they will grab the halyards.

Grabbed Veligur. Others didn't make it. The balloon exploded. Veligur hears some sort of pop. Then Veligura twitched. The earth moved away from my feet. The fighter looked, and he was already in the air. It turned out that the cable burst, with the help of which the balloon was lowered by the winch. Veligura dragged the balloon behind him into the skies.

Drop the files!

Drop the files! comrades shout from below to Veligure.

Veligur did not understand at first what was the matter. And when I figured it out, it's too late. The earth is far below. Higher and higher the balloon.

The soldier is holding the rope. The situation is simply tragic. How long can a person stay like that? A minute more, a minute less. Then his strength will leave. The unfortunate will collapse down.

The same would have happened with Veligura. Yes, it is clear that a fighter was born in a shirt. Although, rather, just Veligura is a resourceful fighter. He grabbed the rope with his feet. It's easier to hold on now. Spirit moved, rested. He tries to make a loop with his feet on a rope. Achieved soldier of luck. The fighter made a loop. I made a loop and sat in it. The danger has completely disappeared. Veligura cheered up. It is interesting even now to the fighter. It's the first time I've risen so high. Soars like an eagle over the steppe.

The soldier is looking at the ground. Moscow floats under it like a labyrinth of houses and streets. And here is the outskirts. The city is over. Over the countryside Veligura flies by the area. And suddenly the fighter realizes that the wind is carrying him towards the front. Here is the area of battles, here is the front line.

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

That would have happened, of course, with Veligura. Yes, it is clear that a fighter was born in a shirt. Do not hurt, explosions pass by.

But the main thing - suddenly, as if on command, the wind changed direction. Veligura was carried back to Moscow. The fighter returned almost to the same place where he left. Happily descended.

The soldier lives. Unharmed. Healthy.

So it turned out that ordinary Veligura flew to the enemies in a balloon almost the same way as the famous Baron Munchausen once rode a cannonball into an enemy fortress.

Things are good. There is only one problem. Few believed in this flight. As soon as Veligura begins to tell, friends immediately shout:

Well, well, lie, bend, twist!

Not Veligura now Veligura. As soon as the poor fellow opens his mouth, he immediately rushes:

Baron Munchausen!

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

IMPACT

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

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

Tank formations of the enemy bypassed Moscow from the north. The situation was difficult, almost critical.

The 1st Shock Army was ordered to stop the enemy.

Shock was drawn into the battle. Together with others in battle and Harlov. He is experienced in combat. An infantry company went on the offensive. Kharlov fell to the machine gun. Protects Soviet shooters with fire from his machine gun. Works like a Harl. Not in a hurry. In vain does not let bullets into the field. Saves ammo. Hits right on target. Shoots in short bursts. Harlov feels himself as if responsible for the life of the foot soldiers. As if every extra death on his account.

Good for fighters under such protection.

And suddenly a fragment of a fascist mine mangled the barrel of a machine gun near Kharlov.

Broke off, the fire died out.

And the enemy goes on the attack again. Harlov looks - the Nazis took advantage of the fact that his machine gun died down, pushed the cannon forward. The cannon is about to hit our company. Kharlov's hands clenched into fists from resentment. Then he stood for a moment and suddenly crouched down on the ground, pressed himself and, somehow like a crab, sideways, taking a little bypass, crawled towards the enemy cannon.

The soldiers saw it and froze.

"Fathers, certain death!"

The soldiers glared at Harlov. This is closer to the Harlov cannon, this is closer. Here it is, quite close. Got up in height. Swung. Threw a grenade. Destroyed the fascist calculation.

The soldiers didn't hold back.

Hooray for Harlov!

Well, Ivan Andreich, now run.

They just shouted, they see: fascist tanks came out from behind the hillock and go straight to Kharlov.

Run! the soldiers shout again.

However, something Harlov is delaying. Doesn't run away.

The soldiers took a closer look.

Look, look! one shouts.

The soldiers see - Harlov turns a fascist cannon towards the tanks. Unfolded. Crouched down. Got on target.

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

The battle continued until the evening. The Shock Army of the Nazis threw back the canal again. Restored the position here.

Satisfied soldiers:

How else! That's why Shock!

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

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

BERLIN CELEBRITY

There were many famous snipers on the Stalingrad front: Viktor Medvedev, Gilfan Avzalov, Anatoly Chekhov ... The most famous is Vasily Zaitsev. Almost three hundred killed Nazis on account of the famous sniper.

The Nazis decided to destroy the well-aimed shooter. They put a big reward on whoever kills a Soviet sniper. Only cautious, experienced Zaitsev. The Nazis are unable to determine from where, from what place the soldier is shooting. Changes fighter positions. Today he sits in a trench. Tomorrow it will hide behind the masonry of the cellar. From the windows of the broken house he shoots on the third day. Climbing under the belly of a burned-out tank, it hits the enemy for the fourth.

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

The Nazis increased the reward. Hunters are everywhere. Only no luck. There is no shooter among the Germans near Stalingrad who could overpower Zaitsev.

Too bad for the fascists. The Nazi commanders remembered that in Berlin there is a famous German shooter, Major Konings - the head of the school of fascist snipers. Conings was urgently summoned to Stalingrad. A Berlin sniper arrived on a special plane.

Konings learned the name of the Russian craftsman.

Zaitsev? Ho-ho! - laughed.

A resourceful one was found among the German soldiers:

Major, there is Medvedev among them!

And Viktor Medvedev really after Vasily

Zaitsev was the most accurate shooter at the front.

The Berlin guest understood the joke:

Oh-oh!

Conings is tall and broad-shouldered. On the neck - iron Cross.

Watching German soldiers on Konings - that's who will do away with Zaitsev. And at the same time with Medvedev, Avzalov, Chekhov ...

And now Major Conings and Vasily Zaitsev met in a sniper fight.

Careful, the very caution of Conings. Zaitsev is even more careful.

Glazast Conings. Zaitsev is even more big-eyed.

Patient Conings. Zaitsev is even more patient.

For four days the arrows sat in front of each other. They were waiting to see who would give himself away first, who would be the first to make a mistake.

Conings goes to various tricks. Everything is trying to make the Soviet sniper lean out for at least a second from behind the shelter. And Zaitsev is thinking the same thing: how to force Major Conings to leave his hiding place for a second.

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

It's clear?

It's clear! - the soldier answered.

Kulikov put his helmet out of the trench, and immediately on the helmet - a bullet. As agreed, Kulikov threw up his hands, cried out and fell to the bottom of the trench. Glad Conings to his luck. I am sure that struck Zaitsev. He was curious to look: he stuck his head out from behind the shelter, looked. I looked, and immediately a bullet from Vasily Zaitsev struck down Major Conings.

A Berlin celebrity lies motionless on Stalingrad land. On the neck, the Iron Cross sticks out like a grave cross.

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

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

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

Under the onslaught of enemies, our armies retreated. The enemy expected to deal with us with a quick, swift blow. They even coined the expression "blitzkrieg", that is, lightning war. But the invaders miscalculated deeply. All, as one, the peoples of our country rose to defend their homeland and freedom.

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

In Ukraine, in Belarus, in the Baltic states, on the outskirts of Moscow, near Leningrad, near the walls of Stalingrad, bloody battles unfolded. Our troops stopped the enemy.

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

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

Soviet troops broke the fascists and drove them from native land. In the spring of 1945, our armies stormed the capital of Nazi Germany, the city of Berlin, and raised the banner of victory over it.

About the main battles of the Great Patriotic War, about its immortal heroes, about our great Victory over the Nazis and these stories are written.

Tales of the great Moscow battle

Hill Zhirkovskiy

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

"Typhoon" - this is how the Nazis called their plan of attack. A typhoon is a strong wind, a swift hurricane. The fascists tried to break into Moscow like a hurricane.

Bypass Moscow from the north, from the south. Take Soviet armies into huge pincers. Compress. Crush. Destroy. That was the plan of the Nazis.

Fascists believe in quick success, in victory. More than a million soldiers were thrown into Moscow. One thousand seven hundred tanks, almost a thousand aircraft, many guns, many other weapons. Two hundred fascist generals are leading troops. The campaign is led by two field marshals.

The offensive has begun.

On one of the main sectors of the front, German tanks were moving on locality Hill Zhirkovskiy.

The Nazis approached the village. They're watching. What is he to the tanks - some kind of Hill Zhirkovsky. Like a pea on the tooth of a lion.

- Forverts! Forward! the officer shouted. Got the watch. Looked at the time: - Ten minutes to storm.

We went to Zhirkovskiy tanks.

Defended Hill Zhirkovskiy 101st motorized rifle division and the 128th tank brigade.

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

Tanks are crawling into the trenches. One goes straight to Unechino. Unechin took a grenade in his hand. Vigilantly watching the tank. Closer, closer fascist tank.

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

Unechin is waiting.

- Drop it, goblin take you! - no longer whispers - the neighbor shouts.

Do not leave Unechin. Waited another minute. Here is a fascist tank nearby. The neighbor was already closing his eyes. Prepare for certain death. However, he sees: Unechin got up, threw a grenade.

Fascist tank stumbled. The engine roared and froze.

Grabbed Unechin a bottle of flammable liquid. He swung again. Threw it again. The tank caught fire from the combustible mixture. Unechin smiled, turned to his neighbor, straightened his cap on his forehead.

Someone said:

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

The soldiers laughed and went back to battle.

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

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

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

- "The beast runs to the catcher."

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

"Give it up, give it up!" the neighbor wanted to shout again. However, he pressed his lips together and restrained himself.

Another minute - and again the grenade darted under the tank like a cat. And then a bottle of combustible mixture. This tank also exploded.

Unechin smiled. Adjusted the cap on the forehead. The third took out a grenade. He took out a bottle of combustible mixture. Placed it next to it.

Left and right rumbles battle. Heroes don't let tanks through.

Ten minutes have passed ... Thirty minutes have passed ... An hour continues the fight, two - the fight does not subside. Fascist officers look at their watches with alarm. It has long been necessary to pass Zhirkovskiy. They got stuck in Zhirkovskiy.

For more than a day, Soviet soldiers held out under Zhirkovsky Hill. They knocked out and set fire to 59 fascist tanks. Four of them were destroyed by the soldier Unechin.

By the end of the day, an order came to the new frontier for the soldiers to withdraw. Fighters change positions. Together with everyone goes Unechin. A soldier is like a soldier. Not better than others, not worse. Cap. Rifle. Mask. On the feet are tarpaulin boots.

Soldiers are coming. They climbed a hillock, to a high place. As if in the palm of their hand lies Zhirkovsky Hill. The soldiers are watching - fathers of light! - the whole field is in wrecked tanks, earth and metal is a continuous mess.

Someone said:

- It's hot for the enemies. Hot. The Nazis will remember our Hill Zhirkovsky.

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

The soldiers looked again on the field:

- Of course, Hill Zharkovsky!

Left, right are fighting. Everywhere for the Nazis Hills Zharkovsky.

Force

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

City of Yukhnov. River Ugra. Here, on the Ugra, near Yukhnov, the soldiers defended the bridge. The Nazis went to the bridge. Tanks crowded. Artillery rolled up. The infantry filled the entire right bank. A crossing is necessary for the troops. The Nazis need a bridge.

The soldiers are looking at the fascist guns, at the tanks, on the right bank:

- Brothers, look what a force!

You look at this power - indeed, like a hammer, power. There are few of our troops here. The bridge is defended by a very small detachment, a little more than a rifle company. Protects the bridge and the soldiers of Garkush.

Very young Garkusha. The first battle ahead of the soldier. The soldiers were stationed in the trenches. They promised to help the soldiers. Defenders of fresh strength are waiting.

The Nazis went to storm the bridge. Opened machine-gun fire on ours. They riddled the entire left bank. Now they're on the attack. This is where the bridge is taken.

Soldiers fight bravely. Do not let the Nazis to the bridge. And yet he understands Garkusha: they cannot resist without fresh strength. Reinforcements are waiting.

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

And suddenly a soldier looks - the Nazis are retreating.

Satisfied with Garkusha.

Apparently help has arrived.

Only "hooray!" the soldier shouted, as the Nazis opened mortar fire on ours. Mine hail storm the coast. Again they go on the attack. This is where the bridge is taken. Together with everyone in the battle of Garkusha. Looked at the other young soldier. Grozen in the battle of Garkush.

- Well, come on! Well, come on! - this is Garkusha shouting to the Nazis. The rifle in Garkusha's hands shoots like a machine gun.

The soldiers fought hard. Looks Garkusha - depart the Nazis.

Fascist artillery hit our shore. They tossed the ground like plows. They plowed the shore with metal.

Again, the Nazis attacked the bridge. The stubborn bridge does not give up. The soldiers do not let the Nazis go ahead.

Garkusha revived completely:

- Hooray! Brothers, do not be afraid! Brothers, go ahead!

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

Looks Garkusha - depart the Nazis.

Garkusha turned back to look at the heroes, at those who had arrived. Behind the soldier is an empty field. Looked to the left, looked to the right. There is no replenishment anywhere. All the same fighters around - friends in the heroic company.

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

The neighbor shrugs his shoulders: what, they say, is the soldier talking about?

Garkusha was embarrassed, standing in surprise.

Where is she, strength? There was power! The soldier swears - there was!

For three days the fighters at the Ugra held out. Do not let the Nazis go ahead.

Mtsensk

Our troops are retreating. Departure. Stronger enemy.

From the south, the road to Moscow is broken by a tank army under the command of General Heinz Guderian.

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

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

Nazi tanks approach Mtsensk.

Heinz Guderian got up. Washed. Shaved. The general sat down for breakfast.

Heinz Guderian General Honored. In special honor among the Nazis. Appreciate it in Berlin.

"Who is our most exemplary general?"

"Heinz Guderian".

“Who is the most decisive among us?”

"Heinz Guderian".

"Who knows only victories?"

"Heinz Guderian. Heinz Guderian. Heinz Guderian!

The rewards are pouring in to Guderian. The general was accustomed to victories, to successes, to awards, to honors. "Swift-footed Heinz" - they call him in Germany.

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

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

Glad general success.

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

I thought about something in my mind:

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

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

One more day, two more...

And now Guderian sees Moscow.

“Moscow, Moscow…” the general began to sing.

Suddenly an adjutant runs up to him:

– Tanks! Tanks, my general!

Heinz Guderian does not understand why the adjutant is shouting like that and what kind of tanks.

- Russian tanks! shouts the adjutant.

Near the city of Mtsensk, the Nazis were blocked by Soviet tanks.

There were few Soviet tanks. However, the impact is strong. The tankers acted smartly: they used ambushes, barriers, hit them with direct fire, attacked the Nazis on board - where the armor on the tanks was weaker. 133 tanks were lost by the Nazis in the battles near Mtsensk.

The fascists also lingered here. Get yourself in order. Even a special commission was created. The commission is studying - how is this so, why, miraculously how so many fascist tanks were knocked out here?

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

Vyazma

The fields near Vyazma are free. Hills run to the sky.

Words from were not thrown out. Near the city of Vyazma, a large group of Soviet troops was surrounded by the enemy. Satisfied fascists. Hitler himself, the leader of the Nazis, calls the front:

- Surrounded?

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

Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

Have you laid down your weapons?

Here's a brave one.

- Not. I dare to report, my Fuhrer ... - The General wanted to say something.

However, Hitler was distracted by something. The speech broke off in mid-sentence.

For several days now, being surrounded, Soviet soldiers have been waging stubborn battles. They shackled the fascists. The fascist offensive breaks down. Enemies got stuck near Vyazma.

Again Hitler calls from Berlin:

- Surrounded?

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

Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

Have you laid down your weapons?

Terrible abuse rushed from the tube.

“I dare to report, my Fuhrer,” the bold one is trying to say something. – Our Frederick the Great also said…

Days pass again. Fighting near Vyazma does not subside. Stuck, stuck enemies near Vyazma.

Vyazma knits them, knits them. Grabbed by the throat!

In anger the great Fuhrer. Another call from Berlin.

Have you laid down your weapons?

The generals are silent.

- Have you laid down your weapons?

- No, - the brave answers for everyone.

Again, a stream of bad words sprayed out. The membrane in the tube danced.

Shut up the general. Waited it out. Caught a moment:

- I dare to report, my Fuhrer, our great, our wise King Friedrich also said ...

Listening to Hitler:

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

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

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

The Fuhrer muttered something indistinct into the receiver. Berlin wire disconnected.

For a whole week, the fighting did not subside near Vyazma. The week was invaluable for Moscow. During these days, the defenders of Moscow managed to gather their strength and prepared convenient lines for defense.

The fields near Vyazma are free. Hills run to the sky. Here, in the fields, on the hills near Vyazma, hundreds of heroes lie. Here, defending Moscow, the Soviet people accomplished a great feat of arms.

Keep the bright memory of them!

General Zhukov

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

Zhukov arrived at Western Front. The staff officers report the combat situation to him.

Fighting is going on near the city of Yukhnov, near Medyn, near Kaluga.

Officers are found on the map of Yukhnov.

- Here, - they report, - at Yukhnov, west of the city... - and they report where and how the fascist troops are located near the city of Yukhnov.

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

The officers exchanged glances. They look at Zhukov in surprise.

“Here, here, right here in this place. Don't hesitate, says Zhukov.

The officers continue to report the situation.

- Here, - they find the city of Medyn on the map, - to the north-west of the city, the enemy concentrated large forces, - and they list what forces: tanks, artillery, mechanized divisions ...

“So, so, right,” Zhukov says. “Only the forces are not here, but here,” Zhukov clarifies on the map.

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

The staff officers bent over the map again. They report to Zhukov about the combat situation near the city of Kaluga.

“Right here,” the officers say, “south of Kaluga, the enemy pulled up the motorized unit. Here they are at this moment.

“No,” Zhukov objected. They are not in this place now. That's where the pieces moved - and shows a new location on the map.

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

- Don't doubt it. Everything is exactly like that. You are great - you know the situation, - Zhukov praised the staff officers. But I'm more precise.

It turns out that General Zhukov has already visited Yukhnov, and Medyn, and Kaluga. Before going to headquarters, I went straight to the battlefield. Here's where the exact information comes from.

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

Red Square

The enemy is nearby. Soviet troops left Volokolamsk and Mozhaisk. In some sectors of the front, the Nazis approached Moscow even closer. Fights are going on at Naro-Fominsk, Serpukhov and Tarusa.

When the soldier Mitrokhin was told that the unit in which he serves would take part in the parade on Red Square, the soldier did not believe at first. He decided that he was mistaken, misheard, misunderstood something.

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

“That’s right, a parade,” Mitrokhin replies. However, in the eyes of disbelief.

And now Mitrokhin froze in the ranks. It stands on Red Square. And to the left are the troops. And on the right are the troops. The leaders of the country at the Lenin Mausoleum. Everything is exactly the same as in the old peacetime.

Only a rarity for this day - from the snow it is white around. The frost hit early today. It snowed all night until morning. He whitewashed the Mausoleum, lay down on the walls of the Kremlin, on the square.

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

Minute. Everything is quiet. The parade commander gave the traditional report. The host of the parade congratulated the troops. Everything was quiet again. Another minute. And now, quietly at first, and then louder and louder are the words of the Chairman of the State Defense Committee, the Supreme Commander Armed Forces USSR Comrade Stalin.

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

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

The soldiers froze in the ranks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

May noble rage
Rip like a wave -
There is a people's war
Holy war!

The feat at Dubosekov

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

Passage Dubosekovo. 118th kilometer from Moscow. Field. Hills. Coppices. A little further away, Lama winds. Here, on a hill, in an open field, heroes from the division of General Panfilov blocked the path of the Nazis.

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

Tanks rushed, motors roar. The soldiers counted

- Father, twenty pieces!

Klochkov chuckled.

- Twenty tanks! .. So this, it turns out, is less than one per person.

“Less,” said Private Yemtsov.

“Of course, less,” said Petrenko.

Field. Hills. Coppices. A little further away, Lama winds.

The heroes entered the battle.

- Hooray! - spread over the trenches.

It was the soldiers who first knocked out the tank.

Again thunders "hurrah!". It was the second one who stumbled, snorted his engine, clanged his armor and froze. And again "hurrah!". And again. Fourteen of the twenty tanks were destroyed by the heroes. Withdrew, the surviving six crawled away.

Sergeant Petrenko laughed:

- He choked, you see, a robber!

- Eka, the tail is tucked up!

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

Political instructor Klochkov looked at the soldier. All froze. Silenced. Only iron clang is heard. Closer all the tanks, closer.

- Friends, - said Klochkov, - Russia is great, but there is nowhere to retreat. Behind Moscow.

“Understood, comrade political instructor,” the soldiers answered.

- Moscow!

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

Here Klochkov himself was wounded. I went up to the tank. Threw a grenade. A fascist tank was blown up. The joy of victory lit up Klochkov's face. And at the same moment the hero was struck down by a bullet. Political instructor Klochkov fell.

Panfilov's heroes fought steadfastly. Proved that courage knows no bounds. They did not miss the Nazis.

Passage Dubosekovo. Field. Hills. Coppices. Somewhere nearby, a Lama is winding. Dubosekovo junction is a dear, holy place for every Russian heart.

Sergei Petrovich Alekseev

HUNDRED STORIES ABOUT WAR

Chapter one

THE END OF THE BLitzkrieg

BREST FORTRESS

The Brest Fortress stands on the border. The Nazis attacked it on the very first day of the war.

The Nazis could not take the Brest Fortress by storm. Passed her left and right. She remained with the enemies in the rear.

The Nazis are coming. Fights are going on near Minsk, near Riga, near Lvov, near Lutsk. And there, in the rear of the Nazis, he does not give up, the Brest Fortress is fighting.

It's hard for heroes. Bad with ammunition, bad with food, especially bad with water for the defenders of the fortress.

Water! - rushes over the fortress.

A machine gunner lay not far from this place. He scribbled, scribbled a machine gun, and suddenly the line broke off. The machine gun overheated in battle. And the machine gun needs water.

The machine gunner looked - the water evaporated from the hot battle, the machine gun casing was empty. He looked to where the Bug, where the channels are. Looked left, right.

Eh, it wasn't.

I brought water! Hero!

The machine gunner looked at the fighters, at the withered lips, at the heat in his eyes.

Come on, said the machine gunner.

The fighters stepped forward, but suddenly ...

Brothers, it would not be for us, but for the wounded, - someone's voice was heard.

The soldiers stopped.

Of course, the wounded!

That's right, take it to the basement!

The soldiers of the fighter were detached to the basement. He brought water to the basement where the wounded lay.

Brothers, - he said, - water ...

Take it, - he handed the soldier a mug.

The soldier reached for the water. I already took a mug, but suddenly:

No, not me, - said the soldier. - Not for me. Bring the children, dear.

The fighter carried water to the children. And I must say that in the Brest Fortress, along with adult fighters, there were women and children - the wives and children of military personnel.