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Essay-reasoning

on the topic:

70th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.

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groups 1IS1-14R, 1st year, Maria Platonova

Checked by: teacher of Russian language and literature Anastasia Vladimirovna Efimova

Reutov

2014

An essay is a reasoning.

70th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War.

The victory in the Great Patriotic War has not been forgotten by anyone for 70 years.
Is it possible to forget this? How many troubles our people suffered, how many people died, how many tears were shed. We should be grateful to those people who gave their lives for victory. After all, if our people had not fought then, to the last drop of blood, then our world today would not exist.

The Great Patriotic War is a huge emotional wound in human hearts. This terrible tragedy began on the twenty-second of June, one thousand nine hundred forty-one, and ended only four years later, after four difficult years - on the ninth of May, one thousand nine hundred and forty-five. Along with spring, the long-awaited Victory came to the long-suffering land. The soldiers of the Great Patriotic War greeted it with tears of joy, and we, their descendants, also greet this day. It’s scary to imagine how much each person who fought had to endure... And now, in May 2015, we, children of the 21st century, will celebrate our 70th anniversary with tears of joy in our eyes Great Victory in this war.

Almost every family was touched by the tragedy of war, and I have relatives who were scorched by the conflagration of that terrible war.
Once upon a time, my grandmother told me about her father, my great-grandfather, about how he fought in the war, how he went missing. Nothing was known about him for more than a year. My grandfather was considered dead, but after some time he was found. He was seriously wounded and was in the hospital; for a long time he could not remember who he was or who his family was.

During the war, my grandmother was still a child, she told me how scary it was then, how there was not enough food. The windows of the houses were painted over with black paint, and when the streets got dark, you couldn’t even light a candle in the house so that the enemies wouldn’t see the light and start shooting. My grandmother saw with her own eyes how shells hit neighboring houses and how fields exploded.
It’s scary to see this, and scary to experience this. Having survived the war, she will not be forgotten, she will remain in the hearts of the Soldiers who fought for our homeland, women with children who did not know where to hide from the conflagration of war, where to hide their children.

I am proud of my people, I bow to you, soldiers, and thank you very much for giving us a life that might not have existed.

No one will forget the war of 1941-1945.
I remember! I'm proud!

Project, dedicated to the Day Victory, Collection of creative works of schoolchildren "My family in the Great Patriotic War"

Job description: We present to your attention the Project: Collection of creative works of schoolchildren “My family in the Great Patriotic War”. This material may be useful for teachers of Russian language and literature, class teachers, librarians.

Project

Collection of creative works by schoolchildren "My family in the Great Patriotic War"

Project Manager: Belikova Ekaterina Petrovna teacher of Russian language and literature, 1st qualification category
Project participants: 10th grade students
Project goal: drawing attention to issues of memory of the country's history, memory heroic deeds people as a whole, knowledge of the history of their family, their heroes.
Project objectives:
- develop students’ interest in the history of their family and country;
- to cultivate students’ patriotism and respect for those to whom we owe our lives;
- develop the ability to work with archives, including family ones; collect material (conversation with parents and grandparents about great-grandparents).
Results of the project:
As a result of working on the project, schoolchildren learn to plan and carry out work in accordance with goals and objectives; learn to express their thoughts, impressions, opinions and present them in the form of creative essays.
Dates: 12.01.15 – 28.02.15
Stages of the project:
1) Preparatory (12.01.15 – 31.01.15)
At this stage of work on the project, the composition of the team members is determined, the terms of work are determined, the editorial board is selected: editors, journalists; photographs are printed, class hour“How it was! What a coincidence - war, trouble, dream and youth! ", takes part in a rally dedicated to the liberation of the city of Zernograd from the Nazi invaders, students talk with their grandparents.
2) Creative (01.02.15 – 20.02.15)
Getting ready creative works about a family during the war, artistic design and suitable photographs are selected, essays are edited. And finally, a brochure is released.
3) Final (21.02.15 – 28.02.15)
And now the brochure has been released! In the future it will be transferred to the school museum.
Municipal budgetary educational institution
secondary school with in-depth study
mathematics, computer science, English language Zernograd
70TH ANNIVERSARY OF VICTORY
DEDICATED
Collection of essays
Head: E. P. Belikova
teacher of Russian language and literature
first qualification category
2015
Essay “My family in the Great Patriotic War”

War! There is so much connected with this word. How many lives were taken, how much grief this terrible event entailed, how much people suffered during these terrible years. How hard it was for the people when there were crop failures, hunger, losses of loved ones, bombing, lack of sleep, fatigue from long hours of work - people suffered from the war. War is a disaster for the entire people and no one is protected from it, everyone is equal before it.
My dad’s parents: Boris Grigorievich and Lidiya Panteleevna were very young, they were only 6–7 years old when the war began. Despite such a small age, these terrible events clearly left a mark on the childhood memory of my grandparents. Grandma Lida often told me how hard it was to live during the Great Patriotic War. There were eight children in their family, but the war took away their childhood too. While parents worked in the fields and on farms from morning to evening, the children managed the housework themselves. The older ones looked after the kids.
There was almost nothing to eat; everything possible was sent to the front. Grandmother said that they lived mainly on potatoes, there were more of them than other products; and they even made bread from potatoes, adding leftover flour and quinoa to it. Bread made from such dough was not at all tasty, heavy, wet and bitter in taste, but people were happy about this too. My great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers dug up a large garden by hand with shovels, planted potatoes, and then themselves or with their grandchildren harvested the potatoes and took turns herding the cows. Everyone saved themselves from hunger as best they could.
During the war, people wore out all their things a lot. It’s good that my great-grandmother knew how to sew; she taught this to my grandmother’s older sister, Grandma Lyuba, even before the war. And that one in free time sewed, sewed patches on a tiny old machine - gave a second life to the things of her brothers and sisters.
My great-grandfather on my father’s side, Grandfather Grisha, was wounded and was sent to the hospital from the front. There they could not get him a fragment, he remained to live with it, suffering from periodic pain, from which he died a few years after the war. My grandfather Borya was very proud of his relatives; they all fought with him. After he graduated from school, he entered military school and began servicing airplanes. My dad followed my grandfather’s path; he also became a military man.
The topic of war has always interested me, touched a nerve, I have always sympathized with those people who survived this terrible time. I thought about those who gave their lives for their homeland, who fought and fought with the Nazis for a peaceful sky above their heads.
These thoughts gave rise to a desire in me to read about the war, to reproduce all these terrible moments in my imagination. I read such works as “Letter No.,” “Sevastopol Stories” by L.N. Tolstoy, “They Fought for the Motherland” and “The Fate of a Man” by M.A. Sholokhov and many other works about the war. They show life during the war years, how actions unfolded at the front, how people did everything they could to help the soldiers, how wives and mothers waited for their sons, husbands and relatives to come home. Reading these books, I felt pain, problems, needs, grief, fear, courage, bravery - everything that people experienced at that time, many years ago.
To summarize, I would like to say that, despite the fact that my grandparents were small during the Great Patriotic War, they were able to tell me about how they lived at that time, they were able to convey those terrible moments to us, the younger generation, I think this is good. Thanks to my grandparents, my parents, for instilling patriotism in me, for instilling love for my homeland, and thanks to them, I know the history of my country.
Essay “Thank you grandfather for the Victory!”

Through blood and sweat
Through fire and water,
Through the smoke of the fires,
Through the stench of corpses,
Defending the right to freedom
Ours was on its way to victory
valiant soldier!
On May 9, 1945, the most terrible war of the twentieth centuries, the Great Patriotic War, ended. She took away many innocent souls, deprived many of their relatives and friends.
The Great Patriotic War swept across our country in a whirlwind of death and destruction. How many troubles, tragedies and silent bodies she left behind...
So many years have flown by since then, but we still remember that terrible time when people went to the front and defended their Motherland.
One of these people was my great-grandfather, Mikhail Leontievich Ivashkin. He was born on December 30, 1918 in Donetsk in Ukraine. Studied at elementary school and successfully completed four classes. Afterwards he worked at a textile factory in Donetsk.
In 1941 he was sent to the front, he was only 23 years old.
As you know, in the war, awards were given for courage and bravery, but for a true patriot (and this was probably each of those who volunteered for the front), what was more important was not this, but the defense of their Motherland. One of the volunteers was my great-grandfather.
His first meeting with the enemy occurred during a German attack on a train that was carrying soldiers to the front. The train was attacked by enemy bombers, a fierce struggle ensued, and my great-grandfather and his comrades had to engage in an unequal battle. Having no weapons, they selflessly fought with German soldiers, conquered inch by inch native land. This is how the Great Patriotic War began for him...
He was a scout and standard bearer. Knew well German. He was wounded three times, but did not stay in the hospital for long.
Soviet soldiers, without hesitation, rushed into burning huts and walked through icy, swampy swamps. They endured all the hardships, did not eat, did not sleep... They were driven forward by one goal - to reach the end, not to give up, not to let the Nazis take away the most valuable thing - their country, their Motherland. To shoot at the enemy, even if there are no more cartridges in the machine gun, to shoot down “Messers” if the machine gun has been silent for a long time, to blow up fascist “tigers” if there are no grenades - only our Soviet soldier was capable of this. At any second he was ready to give up his life. With the last of your strength, get to the gun and fire at least one last shot. To die yourself, but to cover with your body a friend, or even a little acquaintance, but also a soldier. And how many of them there were - famous and nameless!
My great-grandfather fought like a real hero, a brave and courageous man. He reached Berlin.
I think that everyone who was in that terrible war deserved this title - Hero. And even if we cannot thank many of them, we must always remember their feat, remember that they fought for us, for our Motherland.
For courage and bravery, Mikhail Leonidovich Ivashkin was awarded a personalized commander’s watch. The Presidium of the Supreme Council awarded him the Order of the Great Patriotic War of the second degree, the medal "For Courage", the medal "For Military Merit", the medal "For the Capture of Berlin", the medal "For Victory over Germany". And this is not the entire list of his awards; most of the awards were lost in battle.
Upon returning, Mikhail Leontievich took an active part in restoring the destroyed economy and worked in the mine.
This is the story of my great-grandfather - a man who knew about the war firsthand. This man died, but his memory remained and will always live in the hearts of his family and friends.
We, the children of the new era, must become a strong, reliable link in the chain of generations. How a person relates to the heroic past of his grandfathers and great-grandfathers depends on his moral character, attitude towards society, towards work. Patriotic education is especially important these days, in an environment of intense struggle, when our enemies rely on youth, hoping that they will not have historical memory. How hard this victory was for us and how much it meant! I want people to become smarter and kinder, and this hell on earth will not happen again!
Eternal glory to all who defended our Motherland!
Essay “Family in the Great Patriotic War”

War is a terrible tragedy in the fate of humanity. She comes into people's lives and destroys them with explosions, gunshots and deaths. Unfortunately, the war did not spare our Motherland either. In the summer of 1941, it burst into the quiet life of an entire people, like a deadly hurricane, breaking all the dreams of thousands of boys and girls, destroying the stable and happy life adults, and forever inscribed in the memory of children who survived this terrible period of war.
The terrible events of the war did not leave a single Soviet family indifferent, taking to the front everyone who could benefit the Red Army. And the decisive role in the war was played by the spirit of the Russian people, who, despite all the horrors of the first years of struggle, did not break, but rather grew stronger and stronger. Everyone, young and old, tirelessly voluntarily worked in the most difficult conditions to give the Russian soldier a chance to defeat the deadly enemy. Every boy strove to the front, not sparing his life, to save his mother and sister. Everyone contributed to the victory.
I want to tell the stories of my friend’s grandfathers, whose family has already become dear to me, and I believe that people like her grandfathers should be spoken about loudly and openly, because the feat they accomplished is worthy of great attention and respect.
First of all, I want to talk about Andrei Sergeevich Kalashnikov (1910-2008).
Andrey Sergeevich is from Novoivanovka. He was from a large and friendly family, in which everyone did their job, everyone was hard-working. At the expense of the economy, they did not feel the need during the revolution, when the Bolsheviks came to replace the tsarist power in the 1920s. However, the change of power turned into a real disaster for the family. The Bolsheviks began a policy of dispossession of wealthy families. At this moment, the Kalashnikov family also came under repression. They were sent to the Urals, where they were required to cut down and float timber. The work was hard, there was no money, and there was no food either. But the family found ways to survive. Alexander Sergeevich worked as a tractor driver and helped feed his family.
They lived like this for about 20 years, until the war burst into everyone’s lives. Andrei Sergeevich, who was already 30 years old, was called up to the front. In July 1943, he was taken to the Kursk Bulge, where he fought through the battle, but was severely wounded by a bullet. After the injury, Andrei Sergeevich spent a long time in the hospital. But his war is not over yet. After the Battle of Kursk and a long recovery, he was transferred to Iran. Andrei Sergeevich said that the war in Iran was not the same as in Russia. Fruit grew there in abundance, and there was no debilitating hunger. At the end of the war he was awarded many medals and awards.
An outstanding person was Sergei Yakovlevich Chernyshenko (1918-1995).
He graduated from Rostov University and worked as a teacher at the Konzavod school for only a short time before news of the war thundered throughout the country. Sergei Yakovlevich was called to the front. Having university education, he was very useful for the army, so he was assigned to an artillery regiment. He first fought for the liberation of Crimea in 1944, receiving the rank of officer. At the end of the war he was relocated to Berlin, where he ended the war. He returned to the USSR only a couple of years after the victory due to his rank, since at that moment help was needed in Germany. After the war, Sergei Yakovlevich was awarded the Order of the Red Star.
Another worthy soldier was Sergei Yakovlevich’s brother, Ivan Yakovlevich Chernyshenko (1922-2009).
He was an infantryman and, considering that, an incredibly lucky guy. Ivan Yakovlevich walked to Berlin without a single injury, which was simply unthinkable for an infantryman. He was of small build and therefore very nimble, which may have saved him from injury. Ivan carried a large, heavy gun with him everywhere, as if he knew that one day it would save his life. Once, Ivan Yakovlevich, sitting in ambush, was targeted by a sniper, who was also safely hidden. And the unsuspecting Ivan Yakovlevich looked out from the ambush, placing the barrel of his gun along him. The sniper fired. But even here, luck did not turn away from the young man: a sniper bullet got stuck in the barrel of a gun. I believe that the luck that saved his life is the main reward that cannot be overshadowed by any medals or orders.
We owe everything to the people I told you about, because thanks to them and soldiers like them, we live in peace. For clear skies and happy children, we must always thank the people who accomplished this feat and defeated fascism, creating an amazing phenomenon in the history of mankind - the mass heroism of the Soviet people.

This year our country will celebrate the seventieth anniversary of the Victory over Nazi Germany. Many years have passed since that terrible war. Every year there are fewer and fewer veterans who, at the cost of their lives, defended the freedom of our Motherland, eyewitnesses of the terrible war years.
My peers and I know about the Great Patriotic War only from books and films. Every year on May 9, my parents and I go to the Victory Parade, and when a column of veterans passes by the stands, we always see tears in their eyes. At these moments, I really want to approach them, talk, warm them with my warmth, so that they know that we remember and really appreciate what they did for us, winning this difficult victory in 1945.
On the eve of the holiday, my classmates and I visited the veteran of the Great Patriotic War, Vasily Nikiforovich Kotov.
Vasily Nikiforovich was born on January 2, 1926 in the Krasnodar region. Now he is already 89 years old. He is very old and sick and has difficulty hearing. But he still agreed to talk with us.
We learned that from the age of 14 Vasily Nikiforovich was already working on a collective farm. When the war began, he was only 15, and at 17 he was taken to the front. He served in the air defense forces as an anti-aircraft gunner. Despite his young age, he was a squad commander.
Vasily Nikiforovich fought in Belarus, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, was wounded in the head and shell-shocked. “It’s very difficult to remember the war,” says the veteran. - “It was a terrible time. The victory came at a high price for our country. During the war Soviet Union lost 27 million people. But even this huge figure is approximate: it is no longer possible to accurately count those killed at the beginning of the war and those missing in action.”
And tears appear in the old man’s eyes. And we, silenced by his story, understand that the most terrible grief in the world is war, that our soldiers won thanks to their great love for their Motherland. They defended their homes, their families, their mothers, wives and children from terrible enslavement by the enemy and therefore there was no way back for them to retreat. All peoples rallied in fraternal struggle against the invaders. This unity helped to survive and defeat the enemy.
But then a smile appears again on Vasily Nikiforovich’s face and he continues his story.
After the war, Vasily Nikiforovich returned home and married the girl Valentina. They lived their whole lives together in love and harmony and raised a son. Looking at the kind, wrinkled faces of Vasily Nikiforovich and his wife, you are imbued with respect for these honest, open people, and you even envy them a little, albeit difficult, but happy fate.
Having thanked the veteran and his wife for the interesting conversation, we leave their small, cozy courtyard, well-groomed by the caring hands of the owners.
What a pity that we most often remember veterans on the eve of Victory Day. But there are very few of them left alive and they are all very old and need our support, not only physical, but also mental. It is very difficult for them to live in our time, when the values ​​for which they fought and died during the Great Patriotic War are questioned.
Essay “Heroes of the Great Patriotic War”

In the early 1930s, the Nazis led by Adolf Hitler came to power in Germany. From that time on, the words “fascist” and “Hitlerite” became synonymous. The Nazis declared that the Germans were “the best people,” the “superior race,” and that other peoples should submit to them. “Today Germany belongs to us, tomorrow the whole world will be ours!” - this is what the Nazis claimed in one of their songs.
The symbol (sign) of fascism became the swastika - a cross with ends bent at right angles. This symbol has been known since ancient times and meant fertility, sun, lightning. The Nazis used it as a sign of power and violence.
Germany prepared in advance for war in order to achieve dominance over the world, to subjugate as many countries as possible. On September 1, 1939, she attacked Poland, the second began world war. Soon, Hitler’s troops captured (occupied) 12 European countries.
At dawn on June 22, 1941, the German fascist troops crossed the borders of the Soviet Union. Hitler's Germany thereby violated the non-aggression pact that existed between the two states.
Hitler and his generals had no doubt about a quick victory over the Red Army. They believed that two to three months would be enough to capture the USSR. The main blows were delivered by German troops in three directions: “North” - to Leningrad, “Center” - to Moscow, “South” - to Kyiv and further to the shores of the Black Sea. By October 1941, the occupiers were already on the outskirts of Moscow, blockaded Leningrad, and captured Kyiv.
The fascist troops were a huge force. The fact is that Germany used the resources (money, minerals, human labor, etc.) of the countries it occupied. The Nazis had much more military equipment and experience in conducting combat operations than our army. Passing through the captured land, the enemies killed civilians, including old people and children, turned cities into ruins, and burned villages and hamlets.
But from the very first hours of the war, the Nazis encountered stubborn resistance from Soviet border guards and units of the Red Army. They suffered significant losses both in manpower (killed and wounded) and in military equipment. Already in the first month of the war, fascist troops lost almost half of all tanks that took part in the attack on the Soviet Union.
Our soldiers fought bravely - artillerymen and pilots, tank crews and infantrymen. The war united the peoples of the country even more. People of different nationalities declared their readiness to fight for their Motherland without sparing their lives, to defend the freedom of the Fatherland.
Soviet people showed heroism not only at the front, but also in the rear - in that part of the country's territory that was outside the boundaries of hostilities.
Life in the rear was subordinated to the main thing: “Everything for the front, everything for victory!” Women, old people, teenagers stood at the machines, extracted fuel and cooked steel, worked on tractors and combines instead of husbands, sons, and fathers who had gone to the front.
Scientists made a great contribution to the victory. It is known, for example, that tanks, airplanes and other equipment require not only strong metal, but also good fuel: without it you can’t start a tank or take a plane into the air. Fuel (gasoline, kerosene, fuel oil) was obtained from oil. Geologists searched for new oil deposits, technologists developed effective ways its processing. During the war, radars were created. With their help, Soviet soldiers detected enemy ships and aircraft long before they appeared in sight.
Children provided all possible assistance to the front. They collected ordinary glass bottles, which the workers of military enterprises turned into formidable weapons, filling them with a flammable mixture.
Teenagers helped care for wounded soldiers in hospitals, organized concerts for them, and wound up bandages after washing. They helped the families of front-line soldiers as much as they could with housework.
Village children, along with adults, worked in the fields, in repair shops, and looked after livestock. The difficult responsibility of caring for the harvest fell on women's and children's shoulders. During harvesting, the children picked up the remaining ears of corn in the field so that not a single grain was lost.
The girls sewed mittens, embroidered pouches for the soldiers, knitted socks and mittens. With their small gifts that were sent to the front, they delighted the soldiers, raising their spirits and confidence in victory.
The soldiers of the Red Army accomplished many feats. Having encountered stubborn resistance, the Nazis were unable to carry out their plans. On May 8, 1945, Nazi Germany unconditionally surrendered. The Great Patriotic War, which lasted 1,418 long days and nights, is over. May 9 was declared Victory Day in the USSR.
The victory came at a high price for our country. During the war, the Soviet Union lost 27 million people. But even this huge figure is approximate: it is no longer possible to accurately count those killed at the beginning of the war, those missing in action, there is no complete data on those killed in besieged Leningrad, behind enemy lines.
I believe that our soldiers won thanks to their great love for their Motherland. They defended their homes, their families, their mothers, wives and children from terrible enslavement by the enemy and therefore there was no way back for them to retreat. All peoples rallied in fraternal struggle against the invaders. This unity helped to survive and defeat the enemy.
It seems to me that people should remember this terrible war in order to prevent new wars, and take care of those few veterans who are still alive.

To the 70th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945.

The whole country is preparing to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the Victory. Many works, newspaper articles, and films have been produced about the terrible national misfortune. Bitterness and sorrow still live in the hearts of people.But the most vivid and truthful in our memory will be the stories of loved ones about the war, about their wartime childhood.

This section of the site presents essays by schoolchildren about the Great Patriotic War - these are essays on the memories of relatives, children's reflections on the war.

Hero of our memory

Among the participants in the Great Patriotic War from the Kirov region was my great-grandfather.

I want to talk about him. This is my great-grandfather Vasily Guryanovich Sharapov. I am the great-grandson of the man who gave me life by conquering the world in the 40s of the 20th century.

One day, when I was visiting my grandmother, I wanted to look at old family photographs. Having opened the cabinet, I discovered awards, then I did not yet know that these were orders and medals of the Great Patriotic War. I called my grandmother and asked what kind of awards these were and whose they were. The grandmother answered with a smile: “These are the awards of your great-grandfather Vasily Guryanovich Sharapov.” I felt a little sad that I didn't know about my great-grandfather. I looked at the medals for a long time that day, listened to the story and decided to find out more about my great-grandfather.

My great-grandfather was born in the village of Belyaevo on January 14, 1916. Before the start of the war, he worked in a procurement office as a procurer and as a salesman in a store. According to my grandmother’s recollections, my great-grandfather was a kind, fair man, always stood up for the truth, and never refused help. From his parents he inherited qualities such as hard work and strength of character. He was a good harmonica player and fisherman, because his native village is located in the most picturesque places in our region, where there is a large and beautiful pond.

My great-grandfather was drafted into the army in the first days of the war. He fought in the Murmansk direction. They lived in snowy dugouts. Sergeant Sharapov Vasily Guryanovich and his platoon performed many heroic feats. They destroyed several German tanks. Many were also killed German soldiers. In one of the attacks, the great-grandfather was seriously wounded by a German bullet. The bullet hit him in the leg. He was sent to the hospital, where he remained for three months. After the hospital, my great-grandfather was demobilized home in 1945, and soon the war ended. But he kept that German bullet as a memory of those difficult times. Remembering those terrible years, he could not speak without pain, because so many soldiers and civilians died. How much befell those who remained in the rear - the elderly, women and children! Difficult trials did not break my great-grandfather. He remained a man who retained his faith in life and kindness.

For his courage and heroism, Vasily Guryanovich Sharapov was awarded the medal “For Courage” and anniversary medals.

For a long time I remembered the conversation with my grandmother about those difficult years that befell the war generation.

Vasenin Dmitry, 6 “B” grade

Victory in our family

I was born in a time of peace, when no explosions are heard, no shots are fired and there are no terrible bloodsheds, for this we thank our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who defended our Fatherland in difficult years for it. I think that there is no family in Russia where its hero is not remembered.

My great-grandfather, Maklashkin Petr Aleksandrovich, was born in 1896 in the village of Matvuevo, which was located in the Yaransky district. He was drafted into the Red Army in 1942, where he was appointed a machine gunner for his particular accuracy in shooting. Unfortunately, he was unable to witness the liberation of the Motherland or see the Victory fireworks. In April of the same year, contact with him ceased, and since May 1942 he was listed as missing.

My other great-grandfather, Konstantin Gerasimovich Maksimov, was also a participant in the Great Patriotic War. During the entire war, he saw and experienced a lot. Great-grandfather was wounded twice, but he still returned to the battlefield and survived to the end, even being able to drive the fascist to the borders of Berlin.

And so in 1945 he returned to his native village. But the memories tormented him. According to his stories, the Germans retreated through villages and did not spare anyone on their way. They killed everyone, be it children or elderly people. And a meeting with one woman occupied a special place in his memory. My great-grandfather saw with his own eyes how she, having slaughtered her daughter, soaked her meat to make soup, as hunger was raging. These were cruel times that should not be forgotten so that the terrible disaster that came in 1941 does not happen again.

It is a pity that my great-grandfathers did not live to this day, and their stories come to us not from themselves, but from relatives and friends. I am very proud of them, and may the memory of the Great Patriotic War live forever in the hearts of people.

Maksimova Anna, 7 "A" class

My grandfather is a hero!

When I was little, my mother often told stories about my grandfather. He was a real hero. Vasily Alekseevich Pibaev, that was my grandfather’s name, was born in the village of Mikhailovskiye, Kiknursky district, into a family of collective farmers. The family was not rich, the parents worked all the time, so from childhood Vasily had the responsibility of looking after his brother and two sisters. As he grew older, he trained to be a paramedic. At the age of 17, my grandfather was drafted into the army and assigned to a rifle regiment on the Karelian Front. He took part in battles more than once. He received his first award “For Courage” in 1944. During the breakthrough during the liberation of Finland, Vasily was the first to attack and destroy 4 enemies. Then he received his first combat wound. This is not the only time my grandfather behaved courageously and courageously. Having become a squad commander, he was awarded another medal “For Courage”. Then his squad burst into the outskirts of the Polish city of Rdyna.

After the war, my grandfather returned to his native village, got married and became deputy chairman of the collective farm.

In 1985 he was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree.

Vasily Alekseevich died in 1992. But in our memory he lives as a beloved father, an honest citizen, a brave soldier, and for me, a real hero.

Sazanov Dmitry, 7 "A" class

True stories of war

My great-grandfather Ivanov Ivan Ivanovich went to war in 1941. My great-grandmother was very worried about him all these years. In 1943, my great-grandfather was captured by the Nazis. My grandfather was severely beaten by the Nazis in captivity. After the beatings, many prisoners were “distributed” to German women. The women chose a prisoner to work and forced him to work. One woman took our great-grandfather. She did not force him to work, but gave him rest and treated him. This went on for two years, after which early in the morning the woman led the great-grandfather between the guards and released him. Great-grandfather got into a German car. The Germans who were taking my great-grandfather turned out to be Russian partisans. They drove past a fascist post and fled from Germany. In 1945, Russian troops won the Great Patriotic War, and my great-grandfather came home 2 days after the victory, walked across the field and saw his wife and sons. The great-grandmother fainted because they thought he was dead. They lived happily ever after...

This story has a happy ending. But how many Russian soldiers did not return from captivity, and how many their relatives did not wait for them.

Tokmolaev Maxim, 6 “B” class

"And the saved world remembers"

My great-grandmother’s name is Elena Andreevna Shamaeva, born in 1925. She was born in the village of Bolshaya Lyzhnya. When the war began, she was 16 years old, they began to take men to the war. Children, old people and women remained in the village. I had to work a lot, from early morning until late evening. The children also helped the adults; they collected the spikelets. Grandma Lena was given a horse, she used it to plow and transport grain to Shakhunya. After some time, she also received a summons; she was taken to defense work, digging trenches. Then she was sent to the village of Kutso, where she worked at a military 266 plant. They made parts for military aircraft. We worked 18 hours a day and slept little. She worked there for 3 years. On May 9, 1945, she came home from her shift in the morning, and everyone in the hostel was having fun, singing, dancing, and it turned out that the war was over. Our army drove the Germans out of our land. And a complete victory was won over Nazi Germany. A month later, Grandma Lena returned home. At first she worked on a collective farm, then for 24 years as a postman. On April 17, 2015 she will turn 90 years old. She made a significant contribution to our victory.

And my great-great-grandfather Stepan Semyonovich Rybakov fought. He was taken to the front in 1942. In 1943, a letter came from his friend that there was a strong battle on the Kursk Bulge, and Stepan Semenovich did not return from the battlefield. After some time, a funeral arrived that Stepan Semyonovich Rybakov was buried in the Kursk region, in the Glazunovsky district in the village of Ozerki. In 1985, his son went to his grave. According to the stories of village residents, in the winter of 1943 there were fierce battles on the Kursk Bulge. The Germans failed to win, the residents returned in the spring and saw a terrible picture: the entire field was strewn with the corpses of Russians and Germans. There was an unbearable smell in the air. Residents began to bury Russian soldiers. In 1980, a memorial to the fallen soldiers was erected and, thanks to this, the son found his father’s name on the stele.

I am proud of my great-grandparents, because they conquered the world for us.

Shamaeva Marina, 7 "A" class

Eternal worker

My great-grandfather was the fourth child in the Zlobin family, Philip and Maria, out of seven surviving children. Great-grandfather was born two years after Alexei in 1912. Like his older brothers, he worked on his own farm. Already at the age of 9, he went with his father to the village of Potukhino to earn money in order to survive in the hungry year of 1921, he worked as a carpenter and covered roofs with thatch. In the summer I sculpted dishes from clay. Pots, pots, and bowls were in great demand at the market. Together with his family he joined a collective farm. During the period of collectivization, the Soviet government gave him an education. Great-grandfather graduated from machine operator courses, worked as a driver at the Kiknur MTZ, then as an auto mechanic, and later as a driver in the district committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks. Life was in full swing, youth took its toll. So my great-grandfather met the girl with whom he decided to connect his life. She was expecting a child, and then a common misfortune came to our home and country.

War! On August 13, 1941, my great-grandfather was called to the front. At first he was in the Urals: being an excellent specialist, he repaired cars for the front. In May 1942, a mortar formation was formed in Moscow, and my great-grandfather ended up here. His mortar regiment was sent to Southwestern Front near Voroshilovgrad, now Lugansk. He had to go through a lot: he was surrounded twice and both times he came out of it with stubborn battles.

The Katyusha rocket launcher was mainly intended for firing over long distances. But my great-grandfather and his comrades, when they broke out of encirclement, had to fire volleys with direct fire directly at the enemy. Fortunately, the risk ended well. For his heroism and courage, his great-grandfather was awarded in Moscow with the Order of the Red Star, the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, medals “For Courage”, “For the Liberation of Warsaw”, “For the Liberation of Koenigsberg” and others.

At the end of 1945, my great-grandfather was demobilized and returned to his native Ushakovo. as he recalled, “At the front, everyone was thinking about how to save the Motherland from the fascist vermin, so that children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren could live peacefully...”

And my great-grandfather’s work history deserves praise. He was a tractor driver, foreman of a tractor detachment, and chairman of the village council. Before retiring, he worked as a fuel truck driver for 15 years. He was a hard worker, like all his brothers and sisters.

My grandfather's name was Vasily Filippovich Zverev. I want to be like him.

Saparov Danila, 6 “B” grade

They brought this day closer as best they could...

My grandmother's name is Trushkova Nina Grigorievna. She was born in 1933 in the village of Bolshoye Sharygino. When the Great Patriotic War began, my grandmother was 7 years old. They learned about the war from the loudspeaker. They began to take all adult men who did not have “armor” to the front. Grandmother’s father, Grigory Anatolyevich Sharygin, worked on a collective farm as a tractor driver, and he had a “reservation”; he did not go to war.

As soon as the war began, the state established a food tax for village residents. Each family had to hand over approximately 5 kilograms of butter and 3 kilograms of wool per year, regardless of whether the farm had cows or sheep; all products and grain produced on the collective farm were given to the state for the front.

During the war, life in the village was poor. Grandmother walked barefoot in the summer, and while studying she wore bast shoes and felt boots. The clothes were not new, there was nothing to buy them with, they were mostly altered from something old.

They were starving, there was no flour at all. In the summer, they harvested grass - quinoa, clover porridge, pestles, dried it, and then added it to flat cakes, which were made from frozen potatoes. The potatoes grew poorly and were small. Those potatoes that were not dug in the collective farm fields in the fall were allowed to be dug by the collective farmers in the spring. Sometimes my grandmother’s parents were given “durynda” at work - these are processed flax seed residues. These days there was a real holiday in the family.

During the war, everyone, young and old, worked on the collective farm. And my grandmother began working on a collective farm at the age of 7. She was sent to the hayfield - to stir and rake the hay. She and her mother went to press the rye with their hands, which was then collected into sheaves. They did all the work they could on the collective farm.

All healthy and good horses from the collective farm were taken to the front. The collective farm cattle were distributed to the collective farmers and each family fed them. It happened that there was not enough hay, so the rye straw that covered the roofs of houses was removed from the roofs to feed the cows.

The grandmother was assigned an old horse, which she harnessed herself. On this horse she rode around the yards where the collective farm cattle were located to collect manure. This manure was then transported to the collective farm fields and fertilized the soil. All residents worked conscientiously to bring Victory closer.

My grandmother’s brother Vasily went to war. He was a signalman for General Rokossovsky. He was wounded near Moscow and returned home. Vasily had many medals. After the war, my grandmother’s brother was awarded the Order of the Red Banner. Now he is no longer alive.

In 1943, another brother of grandmother Anatoly was taken to the war. In the very first battle, Anatoly was mortally wounded in the stomach by an explosive mine; he lived after the wound for three hours. My grandmother learned about this from a letter from a front-line friend, Anatoly. This letter is still kept by my grandmother. Anatoly was buried in the Bryansk region in a common grave. His name is included in the “Book of Memory”.

The grandmother again learned about the victory in the war from the loudspeaker, everyone in the village was very happy. Men from the front began to return to the village.

I believe that my grandmother was also involved in the Victory in the Great Patriotic War. She, with a part of her child labor, along with the soldiers who fought, brought this victory closer.

Trushkova Evgenia, 6 “B” grade

War is a great sorrow

Our country has fought against foreign invaders for centuries. Most terrible war The Great Patriotic War remains, because the whole people stood up to defend it. Two thousand and fifteen is a special year for our country. On May 9 it will be seventy years since the Great Patriotic War ended. For more than four years, our people defended the borders of their Motherland. Millions of people went to the front. Many did not return home, went missing, or returned wounded. The war ended with our complete Victory. She left a mark on every family. Our family is no exception.

My great-grandfather, Mateev Prokhor Ivanovich, was born in the village of Chesnoki, Sanchursky district, in nineteen hundred and eleven. In nineteen forty-one he was called up to the front. My great-grandfather heroically fought against the fascist invaders. On April fifteenth, nineteen forty-four, my great-grandfather died in a fierce battle near Ternopil. In the Book of Memory there is the following entry: “Prokhor Ivanovich Mateev, born in 1911, private, died on April 15, 1944, buried in mass grave No. 45 in the village of Novoe, Ternopil region.” I am very sorry that he did not live to this day, he could have told a lot of interesting things.

A lot of our soldiers died at the front, and in the rear at that time people worked from morning to night. In the rear, half-starved women and teenagers stood at the machines. They worked ten to twelve hours a day. Death, hunger, fear, disease, cruelty - everything fell on people at the same time. And only a deep faith in justice, faith in the future supported the life of our people. And the people accomplished a fearless feat. The victory in the Great Patriotic War will forever remain in the history of mankind.

War is always a great sorrow for people, and let no generation again experience the horrors and suffering that befell the generation of the war years. But even now there are explosions in the world and machine gun fire. Every day people die, terrorism raises its head. And I want to believe that everything will be fine, that our Motherland will be strong, strong, and we, people, must be responsible for this future, for peace on Earth.

Pasanova Anastasia, 6 “B” grade

Remained forever young

My great-grandfather Pyotr Trofimovich Kiselev, born in 1908, participant in the Great Patriotic War. Before the war, he worked as a supply manager on a collective farm. He went to the front along with men from his native village of Fedorovskiye, Yaransky district. The war found him young, full of strength and health. A difficult test befell him, a test of courage, fortitude, loyalty to the Motherland, a terrible cruel test. My great-grandfather was wounded on December 23, 1942 near the city of Sungul, Estonian USSR. He received a through shrapnel wound to the face, as a result of which he almost completely lost his vision. Because of this, he was subsequently declared unfit for service. In peacetime, the wound made itself felt, and he lived a short but honest life.

He didn’t have any orders, but I think that’s not the main thing - he fought for the freedom of his homeland. It is a great pity that my great-grandfather did not live to see old age, that the war took away his youth and crippled his life. The memory of our great-grandfather from generation to generation in our family. I will always remember my great-grandfather and be proud of him.

Sofronov Nikolay, 6 “B” class

I'm proud of my great-grandfather

War... This is grief, tears. She knocked on every home, brought misfortune, and affected the destinies of many families. From every family, fathers and children, husbands, grandparents, brothers and sisters went to the front... Thousands of people experienced terrible torment, but they survived and won. We won the most difficult of all wars that humanity has endured so far. And those people who defended their Motherland in the hardest battles are still alive. The war emerges in their memory as the most terrible, sad memory.

I saw the war in movies and read about it in books. But the most vivid and truthful in my memory for the rest of my life were the stories about the war of my grandmother, these stories were told to her by her grandfather. The Great Patriotic War left an indelible mark on the history of our family.

My great-grandfather on my mother’s side, Vasily Ilyich Konovalov, was drafted into the army in February 1942. Sent to the Ordzhonikidzen Military School of Communications. After graduating in 1943, he went to Karelian Front as a platoon sergeant. Since 1944 he fought on the Belarusian and Ukrainian fronts. He took part in the liberation of Hungary and Czechoslovakia. May 28, 1945 as part of the 39th Guards Army.

My grandmother, unfortunately, didn’t tell me anything else, because she never heard anything else about my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather has gone missing. But we remember him...

Ivanova Galina, 6 “B” grade

I'm proud of my ancestors!

My grandparents did not live through the war. But my great-grandfather and great-grandmother were veterans of the Great Patriotic War. Their names were Lydia Alexandrovna and Anatoly Spiridonovich Sekerins. They have already died, but we still remember them. They still have many medals and orders. But these are not toys - these are memories of them! I'm proud of my ancestors. And on May 9, Victory Day, I remember them, and I am happy that thanks to them, I am now alive.

Popova Yana, 1st “B” class

We bow before the immortal feat...

War is a huge emotional wound in human hearts. Is it possible to forget this? There is not a single family where memories of those days are not kept.

May 9 is a special holiday for our family: two of my great-grandfathers fought, went through the entire war and returned as heroes - these are Pavel Aleksandrovich Bazhenov and Mikhail Yakovlevich Shastin. I have never seen them, I know about them only from the stories of grandmothers who keep front-line photographs in family albums and yellowed triangular letters, so long-awaited in those war days. And in Kiknursky local history museum Among the exhibits dedicated to the Great Patriotic War, there is a photograph of my great-grandfather. If I had the opportunity to turn to him now, I would say: “Grandfather!” I remember you! I'm proud of you!

No limits greatest feat our grandfathers and great-grandfathers in the name of the Motherland, just as there are no limits to the greatness of the labor feat of the Soviet people. “Everything for the front, everything for victory!” - this slogan became the main slogan of the country. Men went to the front, and women, old people and teenagers took their place of work. The working day lasted 11-12 hours, but no one thought about fatigue, wanting to do everything possible to bring victory closer.

70 years have passed since then! My generation enjoys life, gets an education, works. This is exactly the future that the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War thought about. It is to them that we should be grateful for the clear sky and gentle sun!

We will definitely say words of gratitude to the veterans who will come on May 9 to the monument erected in our village in honor of the fellow countrymen who died during the war of 1941-1945. These are flowers, songs and sincere words of gratitude to them, the winning soldiers, from the entire generation who grew up after the war!

Thank you for this light of life,

For children's laughter, for the blue above our heads!

For the most important of victories

We marched bravely to Berlin!

We, who have not known the horrors of war,

We bow before the immortal feat!

Thank you for the cloudless dreams,

For fragile peace on a small planet!

Oshueva Anastasia, student of grade 9 “B”

Doesn't war have a woman's face?

Woman...There is something soft, warm, and bright in this word. There are other words: sister, wife, friend and the highest - mother! Mothers feed their families with love and protect it. But a woman and war - is this possible?

It’s hard to imagine how hard it was for women during the Great Patriotic War. The men went to the front, and all the heavy, overwhelming work fell on the fragile women’s shoulders. Such women were called soldiers. It was hard for them: they had to work both at home and in the field, and sometimes on a tractor. How to survive? How to feed children? Only the belief that their husbands would return victorious gave strength.

Many women, just like men, went to the front. With weapons in their hands, they defended their Motherland, performed feats, not sparing their lives! On the fronts of the Great Patriotic War in Soviet army More than 1 million women fought. There were female pilots who shot down many enemy planes; women signalmen who established communications in the most difficult conditions.; and also female reconnaissance officers, sappers, anti-aircraft gunners, and tank crews. Robert Rozhdestvensky wrote about them:

How to make out a fuzzy trail of days?

I want to bring this trace closer to my heart.

The battery was entirely girls!

And the eldest was 18 years old...

As if all the women's pain in Russia

These girls suddenly responded...

A real feat was performed by women who carried wounded soldiers from the battlefield. “Sister” - this is how the fighters affectionately called the girls in whom they saw their salvation. And these thin sisters, not paying attention to bullets and shell explosions, dragged soldiers who were several times heavier than them. Were they not afraid? Scary! Very, very scary! But they couldn’t do it any other way! They're soldiers! They are protectors! “Whoever says that war is not scary knows nothing about war!” wrote Yulia Drunina, a poetess who went through the entire war.

Yes, war does not have a feminine face. But the defenders did not think about this when they stood in the same ranks as the men. I am proud of the exploits of such famous women as sniper Lyudmila Pavlichenko, who defended Sevastopol. 309 Germans died at her hands. I admire the feat of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, who was caught by the Germans while carrying out an order to set fire to the village. Before her death, the girl uttered a proud phrase that became famous: “There are 170 million of us! You can’t outweigh everyone!”

I want to end my essay with the words of Yulia Drunina:

No, it's not merit, it's luck

To be a woman soldier in war,

If only my life had turned out differently,

How bitter it would have been for me on Victory Day!

Tyulkina Ksenia, student of 9th “B” grade

Celebration with tears in your eyes

Victory Day is a holiday with tears in our eyes. Before, I didn’t understand why they called it that. When I was little, every year my mother took me to the main square of St. Petersburg. She tied the St. George ribbon for me with trepidation. Soldiers marched on the square and carried the Russian flag. Many grandparents wiped tears from their faces.

Now I know much more about the Great Patriotic War. This topic touches my heart. Every story we are told about the war, I experience it with its hero. I am sincerely amazed at the courage and perseverance of the soldiers who fought at that time. People went to defend their country not at all because of the orders of the commanders-in-chief. They could not come to terms with the thought that their native lands, painfully familiar landscapes, villages and cities so beloved to their hearts, in which their dearest people live, would fall to the enemy. The soldiers defended the most precious thing - the Motherland! Giving their lives in battle, men and women hoped and believed that their descendants would live happily.

The enemies of people in those days were not only Hitler’s troops, but also hunger and cold. Leningrad had it the worst. The Germans surrounded the city in a ring, which was broken only in 1943. Until this time, people were dying of hunger. Food was supplied along Lake Ladoga in winter, but the vehicles often did not reach Leningrad and sank in the lake under attack by an enemy fighter. Mothers gave their hungry children the last piece of stale bread, while they themselves suffered from hunger. The winters were very cold and there was no heating. People very often fell into the snow on the street and fell asleep in eternal sleep. In the summer, when the snow melted, mountains of corpses lay on the streets of the city.

The war will not end until the last soldier is buried. Every year, search teams find hundreds of dead soldiers and deliver their remains to their homeland for burial. I have seen many times how people cried after the news of the discovery of their fathers and grandfathers, mothers and grandmothers, who were considered missing. It’s scary to imagine how many people the Great Patriotic War took with it.

Every year there are fewer and fewer veterans, and my contemporaries will always be grateful to those who gave us life and a happy future. Once a war veteran came to our school, unfortunately, I don’t remember his name, and told us how he lived in besieged Leningrad: “Every day on the street people were dying of hunger. This was commonplace for us. Many of my friends died then, and I myself thought that I was about to die,” he said with his eyes wet with tears. But it’s true. What could be worse than seeing your family and friends die and realizing that you could be next? Most likely, people in the square were crying, remembering the horrors of the war, remembering the dead friends and relatives, and joyfully thinking that the war was over.

Now I understand why Victory Day is a holiday with tears in our eyes.

Ovchinnikova Ekaterina, student of 9th “B” grade

Our victory is 70 years old!

How much has been affected by the war?

Gray heads and children's heads?!

We know about this war

Only according to the stories of the fathers.

What is the price of Victory? What did the war participants sacrifice for our future? They sacrificed a lot. The Great Patriotic War did not spare a single family. On the front line, in the rear, someone's fathers, grandfathers, mothers and grandmothers fought for existence.

The war left a big mark on the history of every family. These stories are passed down from older generations who went through this terrible test to younger ones living in peacetime.

I want to tell a story I heard from my grandmother about her parents. My great-grandmother and great-grandfather are the people who fought for the future of our family. Great-grandfather, Vasily Fedorovich Kuzhelev, was a tank driver. In 1942 he volunteered for the front and in the first year he died on the Kursk Bulge, near Prokhorovka, in the largest tank battle.

Great-grandmother, Antonina Yakovlevna Kuzheleva, graduated from a communications college before the war and worked at the telegraph office. During the war years, she received the rank of senior communications lieutenant. It had a high data transfer rate, about 100 Morse code characters per minute! She was repeatedly rewarded for her valor and courage. Soon she received a shell shock during a bombing. After treatment in the hospital, she was appointed head of the echelon for escorting military cargo. Before she was shell-shocked, she fought “side by side” with her husband in the active forces.

Great-grandmother never disobeyed orders: to the water means to the water, to reconnaissance means to reconnaissance. Her constant companion was a walkie-talkie. Such dedication to the cause can hardly be seen in the modern world, because now the “law of the jungle” is in effect: every man for himself. And during the war, everyone held on to each other, lived one life, which they did not mind giving in the name of Victory.

Despite this, the war will always remain an echo - a quiet echo in the souls of all people. How many people died, how many children were orphaned, how many destinies the war ruined, how many hearts it tormented. It hurts to think about it, but you can’t help but think about it!

Yes, the war ended a long time ago, but this is a page in our history, and we must remember the fearless exploits of those people to whom we owe our lives. We must maintain peace in order to avoid war. We must value peaceful life.

Garayeva Antonina, student of grade 9 “B”

Work from the section: “Literature: Russian”
These days the glory will not be silent! Every year we move further and further away from the war era. But time has no power over what people experienced during the war. It was a very difficult time. The Soviet soldier knew how to boldly look mortal danger in the eye. By his will, his blood, victory was achieved over a strong enemy. There are no limits to the greatness of his feat in the name of the Motherland, just as there are no limits to the greatness of the labor feat of the Soviet people. “Everything for the front, everything for victory!” - this slogan became the main one from the first days of the war for the people who replaced the workers who went to the front. Women and teenagers became the main force on the labor front. My fellow Volga residents did a lot to defeat Nazi Germany. Many military factories were evacuated from the west of the country to Kuibyshev. Kuibyshev became an important industrial center. I have read many stories about how wartime boys stood at their machines for twelve to fourteen hours so that their fathers and brothers would return from the front as quickly as possible. Young people also worked in the countryside at the front line. After all, front-line soldiers and workers needed bread. Schoolchildren helped adults grow and harvest crops. They weeded the crops, cut hay, and harvested vegetables. Women's tractor brigades began to be created in the region. My grandmother, Timryazanskaya Maria Ivanovna, worked in Galina Lazareva’s women’s tractor team. This was the first women's tractor brigade created in the Stavropol region during the war. My grandmother graduated from machine operator school, worked as a helmsman on a combine harvester, and then as a tractor driver on a Universal. It was necessary to work from dark to dark. During the autumn-winter season, it was necessary to repair equipment. The premises were cold. My grandmother said that even my feet froze to my boots. But it was necessary to work, because people were dying at the front. Unfortunately, my grandmother passed away early, and I heard so few of her stories. Decades have separated us from the harsh days of war. A generation that bore the heavy burden of war is passing away. But the people's memory will preserve the unfading feat, the unheard-of suffering, and the unshakable faith of the people. Kondakov Alexander Municipal Lyceum No. 57 Ordinary fascism. To say that they are animals is not enough. A fascist is more than a beast. This is a monster, a cannibal. Blood, human blood, the extermination of people - this is what feeds the fascist, this is what keeps him on his feet. We will never forgive the bloody Hitler for the death of our fathers and grandfathers! Never! Examples of Nazi torture over Soviet people can be cited endlessly. It hurts to remember this, but we cannot forget about it. That is why, in spite of everything, I will give several examples of fascist atrocities. In Brest, on the football field, fascist fanatics began to shoot people one by one. Their children were shot in front of mothers. The massacre lasted about an hour. The fascist officer commanded the survivors: “Run!” - and the crowd ran. A machine gun started firing after those running... Near Kalach on an early July morning, the Germans opened strong mortar and artillery fire. The Red Army soldiers were about to repel the Nazis, but when they looked out of the trenches, they saw a terrible picture. About a hundred women, with their heads bowed low, slowly walked towards the trenches, and behind them enemy tanks were moving, and machine gun fire was heard every now and then at the Soviet women. This is the insidious, brutal, vile act the fascists committed. In the village of Ivischi, Iznokovsky district, Smolensk region, the Germans locked fifty elderly people in a church and set it on fire. These and other letters, diaries, wartime leaflets, posthumous notes found in cartridge cases, old soldiers' triangles with field mail stamps, photographs, newspaper clippings... What a wealth of feelings and thoughts they contain! Collected together, they recreate the pages of a heroic past that has already become history. A story that does not age with time and always remains in people's memory. Yura Stepanov Tell me, what glory will crown your deeds? What measure to measure The path that you have walked? Mikhail Isakovsky The greatest human deed! The Great Patriotic War is a huge emotional wound in human hearts. This terrible tragedy began on the twenty-second of June, one thousand nine hundred forty-one, and ended only four years later, after four difficult years - on the ninth of May, one thousand nine hundred and forty-five. It was the most greatest war throughout the history of mankind. A huge number of people died in this war. It’s terrible to think that our peers - children of thirteen or fourteen years old - took part in this tragedy. People gave their lives for the fate of their Motherland, for their comrades. Even the cities that withstood the entire onslaught of Hitler's army were awarded the title of heroes. The Russian people suffered a lot during these four years. Remember the heroic feat of Leningrad - people held out in the surrounded city for nine hundred days and did not give it up! People endured frost, cold, hunger, enemy bombing, did not sleep, spent the night on the street. Remember Stalingrad...! Remember other cities! Before these exploits we must, must bow our heads. Soon we will celebrate the fifty-fifth anniversary of the victory, but think about how much this victory cost us! Russia at this time gave everything for the cause of victory. People considered it sacred to give one’s life for victory. How many millions of people died in this war. Mothers and wives had no time to mourn their relatives who fought in the trenches; they themselves took up arms and went against the enemy. Russia was considered a country of liberation. She not only expelled the fascist army from her borders, but liberated other countries under the yoke of fascism. Few reached Berlin, but the glory of the dead, their names live in our hearts. During the Great Patriotic War, people showed what the Russian people are capable of and how great and powerful our country is. And now, in our time, I hate those people who mock the events of past days. I believe that our generation has never been able to repeat the feat of our ancestors. Although if you think about it, it was not so long ago, and the scary thing is that many people already forget it. It's a pity... People! You must remember those who accomplished this feat in the name of our Motherland! Sharov Nikolay How many gray hairs and children's heads have been affected by the war?! We know about this war only from the stories of our fathers. Memory of the war I was born in a happy, peaceful time, but I heard a lot about the war, because grief and misfortune did not bypass my family and friends. My grandmother’s brother Alyosha died in nineteen forty-two, and he was only eighteen. My great-grandfather and both grandfathers were in the thick of the war. I know my grandfather Ivan only from the stories of my dad, who carefully preserves his order book and front-line relics. My grandfather, Soplyakov Ivan Semenovich, in March one thousand nine hundred and forty-one passed the exams for the course ahead of schedule high school and entered the Kazan Tank School, and three months later the war began. Then it will be called the Great Patriotic War. Having never completed his studies at a military school, he was sent to the military school with the rank of junior lieutenant. Stalingrad Front commander of a tank platoon. The city of Stalingrad survived a fierce battle with the Nazis. Junior lieutenant Ivan Soplyakov also took part in the first battle there. In the Great Battle of Kursk, he already commanded a tank company. We know what the Battle of Prokhorovka is from history lessons. And according to my grandfather’s recollections, it was a steel meat grinder. Nothing was visible through the viewing slits, and if a cross painted on the armor of a German tank came into view, they would immediately shoot. In this battle, my grandfather knocked out german tank and a self-propelled gun. He was nominated for the Order of the Red Banner, but he received this order after the hospital, because immediately after Prokhorovka, the tank division in which he served was transferred to Kharkov to help the Steppe Front. And while on the march, my grandfather’s tank company ran into an ambush. The first tank to be hit was the company commander's lead tank, that is, my grandfather. Loader Kovalev pulled him out of the burning tank and assigned him to the medical battalion. Grandfather woke up only a month later in Chelyabinsk. Then treatment... And again - into battle. The medals with which he was awarded speak about his military path. Medal "For the Liberation of Warsaw" - for fighting on Polish territory. Second Order of the Red Banner - for three tanks and two self-propelled artillery units. The commander of the tank battalion, Ivan Soplyakov, received the medal “For the Capture of Berlin” after he signed the walls of the Reichstag. Then the liberation of Prague. During the war years, my grandfather burned fascist tanks, but he himself was not saved: he was burned seven times. Was wounded. Shell-shocked. And it’s a shame that he didn’t live to this day. Having gone through the entire war, he died tragically in peacetime. It's a shame that stories about him battle path come not from him, but from the memories of family and friends. Soplyakova Elena War is a terrible word. War... How much this word says. War - the suffering of mothers, hundreds of dead soldiers, hundreds of orphans and families without fathers, terrible memories of people. And we, who have not seen the war, are not laughing. The soldiers served honestly, without self-interest. They defended the fatherland, family and friends. The Nazis treated Russian people and soldiers cruelly. I looked at the photographs of the museum "In Memory of the Dead". In this guide there is a photograph of a torture chamber, and on the wall of this terrible room there is an inscription: “Abandon hope, all who enter here.” These terrible lines frightened me, they are like a threat. It makes my heart feel terrible. What grief people felt when a funeral came to the house. Yet such families hoped that husbands and children would return home. It's scary to think that war might start. After all, it cannot last forever. You can't fight continuously. We must think about children, and about mothers, and about all people before starting a war. I like the phrase: “People, let’s live together!” Vasilchuk Anastasia