Vasya Korobko, from the book “Eaglets of Partisan Forests” (3 photos). Soldiers of Victory: Vasya Korobko Vasya Korobko pioneer hero feat

Made and sent by Anatoly Kaidalov.
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It was the harsh summer of 1941. The Red Army fought its way back to the East under the onslaught of the Nazi hordes that treacherously attacked our Motherland. One day the front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy, located among the lush fields of the Chernihiv region.
Residents of the village hid in the basements in the morning, as soon as the firefight began. The village seemed extinct.
On the very outskirts of the village, soldiers of the Soviet company held the defense. They covered our units retreating to new frontiers.
Near the trench from which the Maxim was firing at the Nazis, a thin boy appeared and disappeared. He quickly brought cartridges to the machine gunners. The mustachioed gunner, seeing him, winked approvingly every time. And the dark, blue-eyed number two, accepting boxes of ribbons, would certainly say:
- Well done, brother. Just in time...
And every time, after listening to the praise, the boy, looking pleadingly at the blue-eyed man, asked:
- Uncle, will you take me with you?
“Definitely,” the second number smiled in response. -Just grow up a little. Otherwise you won’t see anything from the trench.
But closer to noon, when the next attack of the Nazis was repulsed, the blue-eyed man unexpectedly took the boy by the hand.
- What's your name? - he asked.
- Vasya. Vasya Korobko,” the boy answered.
- You should bring some water, Vasya, a bucket. You see, the equipment has overheated. “Yes, and we need to cool down,” the blue-eyed man asked and looked at the gunner.
“Exactly,” he confirmed in a deep voice and wiped his face, wet with sweat, with the sleeve of his tunic.
Vasya rushed for the bucket. And when he returned with water, the crew was no longer there.
By order of the commander, the machine gunners left their position and retreated behind the bridge to the forest.
“They sent for water on purpose,” Vasya guessed. - I was afraid that I would get stuck. But would I have interfered?”
He looked at the soldiers with a long, longing look, turned over the pile of spent cartridges remaining on the edge of the trench, hoping to find at least one whole cartridge, and, bending to the ground, ran home. Then he saw how the Nazis entered the village. How they searched the houses of collective farmers, drove cattle out of barns, how they settled down for the night at school, he home school, in which he completed sixth grade only two months ago.
“Now you won’t be able to get ready for the gathering and won’t be able to sing your favorite song,” Vasya thought bitterly. - It’s all wonderful! Like in a dream." And it’s true, this whole war and these fascist soldiers who were chasing chickens with loud screams, and large, dust-covered armored personnel carriers camouflaged in the garden under apple trees, were so alien that they really looked like a terrible, heavy dream. It seemed very absurd that the cheerful summer holidays, the collective farm no longer exists. And Vasya had an unbearable desire to pinch himself or hit himself with his fist in order to “wake up” and disperse the nightmare visions. But this was not a dream.
"Goodbye school." Farewell, detachment,” Vasya thought again and suddenly remembered that there, in the pioneer room where the Nazis were now located, the detachment’s banner remained.
Vasya’s heart began to beat with excitement.
“The bastards took everything: both the village and the region! And give them the banner too! Well, no! I'll take it out of you! I’ll get you out of spite!” - he decided.
However, this was not so easy to do. Vasya knew: if the Nazis caught him, they wouldn’t pat him on the head for this. And yet the thought of saving the banner did not leave him. And he began to think about how to carry out this first real combat operation in his life.
The lights in the village were not lit that night, although the people were not sleeping. Only occasionally, here and there, dogs barked angrily. But gradually their voices began to be heard less and less. Finally they calmed down too. Vasya left the house and made his way through the gardens to the school. Everything was quiet here too. Vasya stopped near the fence and began to observe. The school was dark. The windows in the classrooms were closed; near the porch, a sentry was pacing back and forth, like a pendulum. Vasya waited until he disappeared around the corner, and, like a shadow, rushed to the window of the pioneer room. There, pressed against the wall, he listened to the silence for a long time. Vasya found the pyramid by touch. But the banner was no longer there. Vasya began to feel around on the floor. His hands felt a familiar silk cloth. The banner, which he, as a standard bearer, always carried with PRIDE in front of his detachment, is again in his hands.
Now it was necessary to quietly leave the school. This turned out to be more difficult. The fascist sentry took a fancy to the steps of the porch, sat down on them and, as if on purpose, never wanted to leave. Vasya had to wait almost an hour before he was able to jump out of the window and disappear into the darkness unnoticed. Only now did he realize the danger he had put himself in. But the joy of luck was so great that everything gave way to it.
“So you need to grow up! - he remembered the playful excuse of the blue-eyed machine gunner. - Maybe if I had been bigger, I wouldn’t have climbed through the window. Still, it’s a pity that they didn’t take me with them. I would beat the fascists with them.”
He safely hid the banner and returned home. But I didn’t want to sleep. The first success inspired me. I wanted to do something else, something that would make the fascists feel that they were hated here. “Should we set the school on fire? What's the point? The Nazis will run out, and the school will burn down. This won't be built right away. Or maybe slam the sentry? But with what? You won’t shoot him with a slingshot.”
Vasya racked his brains for a long time about how else to annoy the Nazis, and couldn’t come up with anything. There were many enemies. They were well armed. And he was alone and completely unarmed.
“I won’t do anything to them with my bare hands,” he finally decided, “and in the morning they will get on their armored vehicles and tramp further, beyond the bridge, to catch up with our company.”
This thought made him feel very sick in his soul. He mentally imagined how a column of Nazis would stretch along the road and, raising dust to the sky, rush in pursuit of the company.
“Ours probably didn’t even have time to dig trenches yet. And the Nazis will already be there in the morning. How long do they have to drive cars? Just cross the bridge, and the forest is nearby.”
And suddenly Vasya was struck by a guess. "Bridge! And if he doesn’t! Does he need much? He's old after all. No wonder they wanted to redo it again in the fall!”
He found a saw in the closet, got hold of a crowbar and, unnoticed, through the gardens, got out of the village outskirts. Then he carefully descended into the depression and approached the bridge. There was no security in sight. Vasya took advantage of this. He groped for the iron staples holding the supports together and, deftly wielding a crowbar, pulled them out one by one. He then took a saw and sawed down some piles. He was so carried away by this work that he did not notice how the horizon turned white and the cloudy streak of dawn slowly blurred over the forest. It was already too late to return to the village.
Vasya trampled the sawdust into the mud and moved away from the bridge with the bushes. Then he disguised himself and lay down. Soon the heavy hum of engines was heard from the direction of the village. The sun has risen. And a column of Nazi armored personnel carriers, trucks, and motorcycles appeared on the road. The column was quickly approaching the bridge. Several motorcycles overtook the cars, drove onto the bridge and, without stopping, flew across it as if on wings. Vasya saw this, and his heart sank painfully with excitement.
“Did I really calculate it wrong? - he thought. - Well, the bridge, dear! Don't stop! Fall! Fall!”
But the bridge stood as if nothing had happened. Now a car with soldiers thundered across its ceiling. An armored personnel carrier drove onto the bridge behind her. Behind him is the second, third. And then the central support, near which Vasya had been working for a particularly long time, suddenly buckled like a knee. The bridge, which just a second ago hung like a taut string, burst in an instant and, together with those who were on it, quickly flew down. An unimaginable noise began in the column. The engines screamed. The sound of iron striking iron was heard. Several cars fell into the cliff at once. There were screams. Some car's gas tank exploded. A smoky gasoline flame shot up over the wreckage of the bridge.
It was a victory! With delight, Vasya wanted to jump to his feet and have the strength to shout “Hurray!” But he restrained himself and only said angrily in a low voice:
- This is how you, the bastards, will be greeted everywhere, wherever you go!
He shook his fist at the Nazis and, hiding his tool in the bushes, crawled away from the burning crossing.
Later, having returned to the village by a roundabout route, Vasya learned that the Nazis spent the whole day working on restoring the bridge and only the next morning were able to continue their offensive.
The Nazis established their own order in the village. They closed the school. It housed a punitive battalion. The collective farm was dissolved. The headman, assisted by policemen, began to manage all affairs in the village. Every morning they went around the village, drove old and small people out of their huts and sent them to work under escort. Even the sick were not left alone by the police. And they were raised to their feet and forced to work. The collective farmers fiercely hated the invaders. And they took revenge on them. Many of the village residents went to become partisans in those days.
Vasya Korobko also could not sit idly by. The first combat sorties showed him that it was quite possible to beat the enemy. And now he was only thinking about how to take even stronger revenge on the Nazis. But he understood that it was impossible to beat the enemy without weapons. And so the first thing I decided to do was get myself a machine gun or at least a pistol.
Chance helped him. One day one of his friends told Vasya that he had seen shells and a lot of other military equipment in the forest. Vasya pretended that all this interested him little. But the very next day he made his way into the forest and searched the entire clearing. There, in the bushes, he found a completely serviceable combat rifle and a whole can of ammunition. Finally he had a weapon.
From that day on, shots rang out in the vicinity of the village. As soon as a car with fascists or a group of fascist soldiers appeared on the road, bullets flew at them from the forest. And although, as a rule, they did not cause damage to the enemy, the Nazis had even less peace. Now it seemed to them that a partisan ambush was waiting for them behind every tree. But the Nazis were wrong. They were fired not by the partisans, but by Vasya Korobko. Two or three weeks passed like this. And it is unknown how it would all end if such an incident had not happened one day.
Once, having fired at another group of fascists, Vasya was about to go deep into the forest. Suddenly someone grabbed his hands tightly. Vasya rushed. But it was too late. They took his rifle away, threw him to the ground, and someone said very angrily:
- And we are scratching our heads about what kind of warrior Anika has shown up here!
Vasya looked around and saw people in civilian clothes. Two of them seemed familiar to him.
- If I had the power, I would give you a belt, you devil! - continued the same voice.
- Let him go. This is our lad from the village of Pogoreltsy.
Vasya was released. He jumped to his feet and immediately recognized the people who had disarmed him - collective farmers from a neighboring village. In Pogoreltsy they have long said that they left to join the partisans. Vasya also recognized the man with the angry voice. This was the representative of the district party committee. Before the war, he often gave presentations on the collective farm.
On the way to headquarters, the partisans explained to Vasya that with his shooting he only frightened the fascists and thereby prevented the partisans from capturing
take them by surprise. But in general, the commissioner did not scold Vasya very much. And when he found out how the machine gunners were playing a joke on him and that it was he, Vasya, who sawed off the piles at the bridge, he stopped being angry completely. He even laughed and said:
- You are a heroic lad, Vasil. You just need to partisan in an organized way. Well, now you will be given a real task.
And so it happened. A few days later, Vasya returned to his native village, and a little later he came to the school to the fascist commandant and asked to be given some kind of work. The commandant allowed Vasya to chop wood and light the stove at the school. Vasya took up the task very diligently. The work was in full swing in his hands. He completed all tasks quickly and accurately. The Nazis soon got used to the smart guy and allowed him to start cleaning the premises in which they lived. Vasya coped with this matter successfully. The Nazis began to trust him even more. And one day a Nazi officer called Vasya to his place.
- Tell me, Russian boy, how well do you know the forest beyond the bridge? - he asked him.
- I've been there, Mr. Officer. “I went there to pick mushrooms more than once,” Vasya answered.
- Were you able to lead our company to the other side of the swamp? - the Nazi asked.
“It’s a simple matter, it can be done,” Vasya agreed.
- Zer gut! - the Nazi was delighted and showed Vasya the map. - This is where you should lead us. Understood?
Vasya nodded his head. Green, brown, blue spots were visible on the map, and red arrows were also drawn. Vasya didn’t know what they meant. But he understood perfectly well that the Nazis were planning to encircle and destroy the partisans.
Vasya’s heart began to beat anxiously. “This cannot be allowed! I’d rather die myself than lead these fascist bandits to the partisans!” he thought excitedly. But he did not show his excitement and calmly answered the Nazi:
- I understand everything, Mr. Officer.
- Zer gut! Zer gut! You are a very good guy! - the Nazi was even more delighted.
As soon as it got dark, a punitive company, armed with machine guns, emerged from the forest.
Vasya led the Nazis to the swamp by the shortest route. But here he unexpectedly changed his route. It was dark in the forest. The Nazis moved almost by touch and did not notice the turn. And Vasya took advantage of this and led them in a completely different direction, to where the police were hiding in ambush.
Everything that happened next happened exactly as he expected. Having stumbled upon the policemen, the Nazis in the dark mistook them for partisans and opened mad fire on them, using all machine guns and machine guns. The policemen started shouting. But the fascists did not want to listen to anything. They were sure that they were shooting at the partisans, and they shot until they killed all the policemen.
The partisans, having heard the firefight that had begun, calmly left the camp deep into the forest.
Vasya also left with them. It was no longer possible for him to return to the village, and he remained in the detachment forever.
The young hero accomplished many remarkable feats in the name of his beloved Motherland. Together with his comrades, he derailed nine enemy echelons and destroyed more than one hundred Nazi soldiers.
For these exploits he was awarded the Order of Lenin, the Order of the Red Banner, Patriotic War 1st degree and partisan medal.
But one day Vasya did not return from a combat mission.
That night, the partisans decided to blow up the bridge along which trains with Nazi troops were moving towards the front. Vasya was also among the demolitions. The bridge was heavily guarded by Nazi patrols. Deftly, without any noise, the guards removed the guard. The way was open for the bombers.
The partisans successfully completed their planned operation. The Nazis realized it and opened fire, but it was too late. The partisans retreated into the forest. Vasya was in the cover group. A burst of fascist machine gun killed the young partisan. Vasya died like a hero, like a real soldier.
Vasya Korobko was born in the village of Pogoreltsy, Chernigov region, Ukrainian SSR.
The pioneers of the Pogoreltsev school sacredly honor the memory of their fellow countryman, the pioneer hero Vasya Korobko, enlisting him forever as an honorary standard-bearer of the druzhina banner that he saved.
For the courage and heroism personally shown in the fight against the Nazis, Vasya Korobko was awarded the Order of Lenin, the Order of the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, and the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War,” 1st degree.

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Recognition, identification and formatting - BK-MTGC.

Glory to the pioneer heroes, Sons of regiments, young scouts, Defenders of their native land. In our memory today and forever All of them are alive, All... All... All!

“Our children are heroic, magnificent Soviet children, with the courage of adults, with the intelligence of adults, they are now fighting for the Motherland. The love of freedom burns in their blood. And the word “Motherland” for them is not a dead word, but life itself, the very beating of the heart , fiery call, deepest love."

Pioneers Heroes -before the war they were just ordinary boys and girls. We studied, helped elders, played, ran and jumped, broke our noses and knees. Only their relatives, classmates and friends knew their names.
The hour has come - they showed how huge a small child’s heart can become when a sacred love for the Motherland and hatred for its enemies flares up in it.

Boys. Girls. The weight of adversity, disaster, and grief of the war years fell on their fragile shoulders. And they did not bend under this weight, they began stronger in spirit, more courageous, more resilient.

Little heroes great war. They fought alongside their elders - fathers, brothers, alongside communists and Komsomol members. They fought everywhere. At sea, like Borya Kuleshin. In the sky, like Arkasha Kamanin. In a partisan detachment, like Lenya Golikov. In the Brest Fortress, like Valya Zenkina. In the Kerch catacombs, like Volodya Dubinin. In the underground, like Volodya Shcherbatsevich.

And the young hearts did not waver for a moment! Their matured childhood was filled with such trials that, even if a very talented writer had invented them, it would have been difficult to believe. But it was. It happened in the history of our great country, it happened in the destinies of its little children - ordinary boys and girls.

Sparing no effort in the fire of war, Sparing no effort in the name of the Motherland, The children of the heroic country were real heroes!

R. Rozhdestvensky

Zina Portnova

Zina, Zina Portnova,
Night in the dungeons of duty,
But bravely, harshly
Are you looking at the enemy?
They fall to the floor with blood
Strands of blonde hair...
The head of the Gestapo himself
Conducts an interrogation.
Suddenly thrown into the cold
Wolf's gaze.
- Answer, partisan,
Tell me, where is the squad?
But the pioneer is silent,
Cheeks covered in angry tears.
The light fades from horror
In the clear children's eyes.
Leningrad schoolgirl,Zina Portnovain June 1941, she came with her younger sister Galya for the summer holidays to her grandmother in the village of Zui, near the Obol station (Shumilinsky district of the Vitebsk region). She was fifteen...

An underground Komsomol youth organization “Young Avengers” was created in Obol (headed by E. S. Zenkova) and Zina was elected a member of its committee in 1942. Since August 1943, she became a scout for the partisan detachment named after. K. E. Voroshilov brigade named after. V.I. Lenin. She took part in daring operations against the enemy, in sabotage, distributed leaflets, and conducted reconnaissance on instructions from a partisan detachment.

At first she was an auxiliary worker in a canteen for German officers. And soon, together with her friend, she carried out a daring operation - she poisoned more than a hundred Nazis. They could have grabbed her right away, but they started keeping an eye on her. To avoid failure, Zina was transferred to a partisan detachment.

Once she was instructed to scout out the number and type of troops in the Oboli area. Another time - to clarify the reasons for the failure in the Obol underground and establish new connections...

Returning from a mission to find out the reasons for the failure of the Young Avengers organization, Zina was arrested in the village of Mostishche and identified as a traitor. The Nazis captured the young partisan and tortured her. The answer to the enemy was Zina’s silence, her contempt and hatred, her determination to fight to the end. During one of the interrogations, she grabbed the investigator’s pistol from the table, shot him and two other Nazis, tried to escape, but was captured.

Then they no longer interrogated her, but methodically tortured and mocked her. They gouged out their eyes and cut off their ears. They drove needles under her nails, twisted her arms and legs... The brave young pioneer was brutally tortured, but until the last minute she remained persistent, courageous, and unbending. On January 13, 1944, Zina Portnova was shot.

And soon the 1st Baltic Front launched a rapid offensive. A major operation of the Soviet troops began, called "Bagration". The million-strong group of enemy armies was defeated. Soviet troops, with the help of partisans, liberated the Belarusian land from the Nazis.

The Soviet people learned about the exploits of the young avengers fifteen years later, when the Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR was published in July 1958. For the exploits and courage shown during the Great Patriotic War, large group participants of the Obol underground Komsomol organization"Young Avengers" was awarded orders Soviet Union. And on the chest of the head of the organization, Efrosinya Savelyevna Zenkova, the Golden Star of the Hero of the Soviet Union sparkled. This high award of the Motherland was posthumously awarded to Romashka - Zina Portnova. Near Obol, near the highway, among green young trees and flowers, there is a tall granite monument. The names of the dead young avengers are carved on it in gold letters.

In Leningrad, on a quiet Baltiyskaya street, the house in which the legendary Romashka lived has been preserved. Nearby is the school where she studied. And a little further away, among the new buildings, there is a wide street namedZina Portnova, on which a marble wall with its bas-relief is installed.

Monument to Zina Portnova on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Leonid Golikov

Leonid Aleksandrovich Golikov was born on June 17, 1926 in the village of Lukino, Novgorod region, into a working-class family. His school biography “fit” into only seven classes, after which he went to work at plywood factory No. 2 in the village of Parfino.

In the summer of 1941 the village were occupied by the Nazis. The boy saw with his own eyes all the horrors of German domination and therefore, when partisan detachments began to form in 1942 (after liberation), the boy, without hesitation, decided to join them.

However, he was denied this desire, citing his young age - Lena Golikov was 15 years old at that time. It is not known how his biography would have developed further; unexpected help came in the person of the boy’s school teacher, who at that time was already a member of the partisans. Leni’s teacher said that this “student will not let you down” and later turned out to be right.

So, in March 1942, L. Golikov became a scout in the 67th detachment of the Leningrad Partisan Brigade. Later he joined the Komsomol there. In total, his biography includes 27 combat operations, during which the young partisan destroyed 78 enemy officers and soldiers, as well as 14 bridge explosions and 9 enemy vehicles.

The feat accomplished by Lenya Golikov

The most significant feat in his military biography was accomplished on August 13, 1942, near the village of Varnitsa, on the Luga-Pskov highway. While on reconnaissance with his partner Alexander Petrov, Golikov blew up an enemy car. As it turned out, Major General of the German Engineering Forces Richard Wirtz was in it; a briefcase with documents found on him was taken to headquarters. Among them were diagrams of minefields, important inspection reports from Wirtz to higher authorities, detailed outlines of several samples of German mines and others that were very necessary for partisan movement documents.

For his accomplished feat, Lenya Golikov was nominated for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union and awarded the Gold Star medal. Unfortunately, he did not have time to receive them.

In December 1942, the Germans began a large-scale operation, which also targeted the detachment in which the hero fought. On January 24, 1943, he and more than 20 other people, exhausted by the chase, went to the village of Ostray Luka. Having made sure that there were no Germans in it, we stopped for the night in the three outermost houses. The enemy garrison was not so far away, it was decided not to post sentries so as not to attract unnecessary attention. Among the village residents there was a traitor who informed the village headman in which houses the partisans were hiding.

After some time, Ostraya Luka was surrounded by 150 punitive forces, which included local residents who collaborated with the Nazis and Lithuanian nationalists.

The partisans, taken by surprise, heroically entered the battle; only six of them managed to escape alive from the encirclement. Only on January 31, exhausted and frostbitten (plus two seriously wounded), were they able to reach the regular Soviet troops. They reported fallen heroes, among whom was the young partisan Lenya Golikov. For his courage and repeated feats, on April 2, 1944, he was posthumously awarded the Title of Hero of the Soviet Union

Monument to Lena Golikov on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Marat Kozey

Perhaps he would have become Raphael, or perhaps the Columbus of the planets. A boy in a soldier's overcoat, not quite 15 years old. But the evil shadows of the fascists eclipsed the white light and the childhood of a boy of less than 15 years ended. Fascist tanks are getting closer and it seems there is no way out. And a boy of less than 15 years old stood in their way.

Kazei Marat Ivanovich was born on October 10, 1929 in the village of Stankovo, Dzerzhinsky district. The parents of the future hero were convinced communist activists; his mother Anna Kazei was one of the members of the commission for elections to the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. The son was named after the Baltic battleship Marat, on which his father Ivan Kazei served for 10 years.

In 1935, Marat’s father, being the chairman of a comrades’ court, was repressed for “sabotage” and exiled to Far East, where he died. The boy’s mother was also arrested twice “for Trotskyist beliefs”; she was later released. The trials and shocks she endured did not break the woman and did not dispel her faith in socialist ideals. When the Great Patriotic War began, Anna Kazei began collaborating with the partisan underground in Minsk (she hid and treated wounded soldiers), for which she was hanged by the Nazis in 1942.

The military biography of Marat Kazei began immediately after the death of his mother, when he, together with his older sister Ariadna, joined the partisan detachment named after the 25th anniversary of the October Revolution, where he became a scout. Fearless and dexterous, Marat penetrated German garrisons many times and returned to his comrades with valuable information. Also, the young hero was involved in many acts of sabotage at sites important to the Nazis. M. Kazei also took part in open battles with the enemy, in which he showed absolute fearlessness - even when wounded, he got up and went on the attack.

In the winter of 1943, Marat Kazei had the opportunity to go to the rear with his sister, since she urgently needed amputation of both legs. The boy was a minor at that time, so he had this right, but he refused and continued his fight against the invaders.

The exploits of Marat Kozei

One of his high-profile exploits was accomplished in March 1943, when, thanks to him, an entire partisan detachment was saved. Then, near the village of Rumok, German punitive forces surrounded a detachment named after them. Furmanov, and Marat Kazei was able to break through the enemy ring and bring reinforcements. The enemy was defeated, and his comrades were saved.

For the courage, courage shown in battles and accomplished feats, at the end of 1943, 14-year-old Marat Kazei was awarded three high awards: medals “For Military Merit”, “For Courage” and the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree.

Marat Kazei died on May 11, 1944 in a battle near the village of Khoromitsky. When he and his partner were returning from reconnaissance, they were surrounded by the Nazis. Having lost a comrade in a shootout, the young man blew himself up with a grenade, preventing the Germans from taking him alive or, according to another version, preventing a punitive operation in the village in the event of his capture. Another version of his biography says that Marat Kazei detonated an explosive device to kill along with himself several Germans who came too close to him, since he had run out of ammunition. The boy was buried in his home village.

Monument to Marat Kazei on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Monument to the pioneer Hero of the Soviet Union Marat Kazei in Minsk, Belarus

Vasily Korobko

The partisan fate of a sixth-grader from the village of Pogoreltsy, Vasya Korobko, was unusual. He received his baptism of fire in the summer of 1941, covering with fire the withdrawal of our units. Consciously remained in the occupied territory. Once, at my own risk, I sawed down the bridge piles. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and became inoperable. Then Vasya became a partisan. The detachment blessed him to work at Hitler's headquarters. There, no one could even imagine that the silent stoker and cleaner perfectly remembers all the icons on enemy maps and catches German words familiar from school. Everything that Vasya learned became known to the partisans. Once the punitive forces demanded that Korobko lead them to the forest from where the partisans were making forays. And Vasily led the Nazis to the police ambush. In the dark, the punishers mistook the police for partisans and opened fire on them, destroying many traitors to the Motherland.

Subsequently, Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolitionist and took part in the destruction of nine echelons of enemy personnel and equipment. He died while carrying out another partisan mission. The exploits of Vasily Korobko are marked with orders , Red Banner, Patriotic War, 1st degree, medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War,” 1st degree.

Monument to Vasya Korobko on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Volodya Dubinin

He who has not played war is not a boy,
He never dreamed of becoming a hero as a child.
We only read about the war in books,
And you met her face to face.

The war has come - and you can’t bring back your childhood,
Goodbye notebook, the boy has become an adult.
And Kerch remembers Volodya Dubinin,
A heroic young boy died.

He led a detachment of fighters through mines,
And he remained lying in the snow.
On that day the men cried openly,
And they swore that they would take revenge on the enemy.

You didn’t have a chance to complete the glider,
And you haven’t watched so many films.
Every boy wants to be a hero
And you became it, Volodya, you managed .

The young hero Volodya Dubinin was born on August 29, 1927 in the family of a sailor and former Red partisan Nikifor Semenovich Dubinin. WITH early childhood He was active and inquisitive, loved to read and take photographs, and was passionate about aircraft modeling. Volodya's family had many stories about the fight against the White Guards and about the exploits performed by the Red Army.

According to short biography the hero given in Wikipedia, when the Great Patriotic War began, Volodya Dubinin’s father was drafted into the army. And his mother Evdokia Timofeevna, together with her son and daughter, moved to relatives, in an area of ​​​​Kerch called Old Quarantine.

The city leadership, realizing that every day the Nazis were getting closer and closer to them, began to actively prepare for underground activities. The bases of the partisan detachments were to become the Starokarantino and Adzhimushkai quarries, which were real impregnable fortresses. Volodya Dubinin, together with his friends Vanya Gritsenko and Tolya Kovalev, began to ask adults to accept them into the partisan detachment in the Starokarantinsky quarries. The head of the detachment, Alexander Zyabrev, had doubts at first, but then finally gave his consent. There were many narrow crevices in the quarries, where only children could crawl through and therefore they could become indispensable scouts. Thus began the military biography of the pioneer Volodya Dubinin, who every day performed feats in the name of the Motherland and his comrades.

The exploits of the young partisan Dubinin

The active actions of the underground workers of the Old Quarantine began to bring a lot of trouble to the German invaders, so the Nazis began to besiege the catacombs. The Nazis diligently blocked all the entrances they found, filling them with cement, and it was here that the daily exploits of Volodya Dubinin and his friends came in handy for adults.

Children climbed into narrow cracks and brought their command valuable information about the enemy from outside. Moreover, Volodya was the smallest in physical parameters, and the time came when only he could leave the quarries. The rest of the guys worked as a “cover group”, distracting the German soldiers at the entrances from Volodya Dubinin’s attempts to get out. In exactly the same way, the group met the guy at the appointed place when he returned back.

The responsibilities of the young partisans included not only reconnaissance. Children brought ammunition to adults, helped the wounded and performed other tasks of the commander. There were almost legends about Volodya Dubinin himself and his exploits. They told how the boy skillfully “led the nose” of a German patrol, slipping past them, or how he could accurately remember the number of several enemy units located in different places.

In December 1941, the Germans, seeing no other way to end the resistance of the Starokarantinsky quarries, decided to flood them along with the people inside. It was Volodya Dubinin who managed to obtain this information and warn his comrades in time about the danger threatening them literally a few hours before the start of the punitive operation. During the day, risking his life, almost in front of the enemy, the pioneer managed to penetrate the catacombs and alert the detachment.

The soldiers quickly began to build dams and managed to block the entrance to the water, being in it already up to their waists. The feat of Volodya Dubinin in this heroic biographical fact can hardly be overestimated, because many lives were saved who could continue to fight the enemy.

The fourteen-year-old hero died on New Year's Eve 1942. On the instructions of the commander, the guy had to establish contact with the partisans of the Adzhimushkay quarries. Along the way, Volodya encountered Soviet naval landing soldiers who liberated Kerch as a result of the Kerch-Feodosia operation.

The joy of the meeting was overshadowed by the fact that the Nazis had mined the land around the Old Quarantine catacombs, so the adult partisans would not have been able to leave them. And then Volodya volunteered to be the sapper’s guide. January 4, 1942 Volodya Dubinin was blown up by a mine along with four sappers. Everyone was buried in a mass grave in the Youth Park in Kerch. For his accomplished feats, Volodya Dubinin was awarded the Order of the Red Banner posthumously.

Monument to Volodya Dubinin on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Sasha Borodulin

There was a war going on. Enemy bombers were buzzing hysterically over the village where Sasha lived. The native land was trampled by the enemy's boot. Sasha Borodulin, a pioneer with a warm heart, could not put up with this. He decided to fight the fascists. Got a rifle. Having killed a fascist motorcyclist, he took his first battle trophy - a real German machine gun.

Already in the winter of 1941, he wore the Order of the Red Banner on his tunic. There was a reason. Sasha, together with the partisans, fought the Nazis in open battle, participated in ambushes, and went on reconnaissance missions. More than once he went on the most dangerous missions. He was responsible for many destroyed vehicles and soldiers. For carrying out dangerous tasks, for demonstrating courage, resourcefulness and courage, Sasha Borodulin was awarded the Order of the Red Banner in the winter of 1941.
Punishers tracked down the partisans. The detachment spent three days escaping from them, twice breaking out of encirclement, but the enemy ring closed again. Then the commander called for volunteers to cover the detachment’s retreat. Sasha was the first to step forward. Five took the fight. One by one they died. Sasha was left alone. It was still possible to retreat - the forest was nearby, but the detachment valued every minute that would delay the enemy, and Sasha fought to the end. He, allowing the Nazis to close a ring around him, grabbed a grenade and blew them up and himself. Sasha Borodulin died, but his memory lives on.

Memorial plaque on the school building where Sasha Borodulin studied

Memorial plaque with the names of Artek heroes, killed during the Great Patriotic War (1941-1945) . D Children's camp "Lazurny", Crimea

Sasha Kovalev

Sasha Kovalev was born in 1927 in Moscow. At the age of 10, he was left without parents who were repressed. The boy was raised in a family of relatives.

In 1942, Sasha entered the Northern Fleet cabin school on the Solovetsky Islands. He graduated with honors and was assigned to the destroyer Gromky, which escorted transports with military cargo to Murmansk and Arkhangelsk. Later he was appointed as an apprentice mechanic in a brigade of torpedo boats - on a boat under the command of Senior Lieutenant Kisov, later a hero of the Soviet Union.

Sasha Kovalev received his baptism of fire in April 1944. The boat sank an enemy transport and was attacked by German boats. The signalman was seriously wounded in the battle. The commander ordered his replacement with a cabin boy from engine compartment. Following the commander’s orders, Sasha observed and reported where enemy shells were being fired. Maneuvering, the commander protected the boat from direct hits. For this fight, Sasha Kovalev received the Order of the Red Star.

Soon a new award - the Ushakov medal: the young Severomorsk skillfully and decisively acted during the landing of scouts behind enemy lines. And then the day came when special fortitude was required from Sasha. On a May night in 1944, their boat was returning to base, having sunk patrol ship enemy and taking on board the crew of another Soviet boat, set on fire by German shells. Suddenly, bomb and machine gun fire from three enemy aircraft fell on the sailors from above. The boat was damaged. Jets of hot steam and oil were gushing out from the exhaust manifold, which had been pierced by shrapnel. The engine could fail at any moment. Then, throwing a cotton jacket over himself, Sasha Kovalev covered the hole with his body. He held back the pressure of the scalding jets until his comrades arrived. The boat did not lose speed and continued the battle with the enemy.

On May 9, 1944, the brave cabin boy passed away. He was 15 years old. He died in the explosion of feed gas tanks. Young was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree. In less than three months of service on a torpedo boat, Sasha Kovalev participated in fourteen military campaigns. Streets in Murmansk, Severomorsk, on the Solovetsky Islands, and a motor ship of the Murmansk Shipping Company are named after the young hero. In 1990, at the North Sea House of Pioneers (now the House of Creativity for Children and Youth), also named after Sasha Kovalev, a monument to the young engine mechanic was unveiled.

Monument to Sasha Kovalev on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Valya Kotik

Valya Kotik (or Valentin Aleksandrovich Kotik) was born on February 11, 1930 in the village. Khmelevka of the modern Khmelnitsky (formerly Kamenets-Podolsk) region of Ukraine, in a peasant family. The outbreak of the Great Patriotic War prevented him from finishing school - the young pioneer managed to complete only five years of secondary education at the district school in Shepetovsk. At school, Valentin was famous for his sociability and organizational skills, and was a leader among his comrades.

When the Germans occupied the Shepetovsky district, Valya Kotik was only 11 years old. The official biography states that he immediately took part in collecting ammunition and weapons, which were then sent to the front. Together with his friends, Valya collected weapons abandoned at the site of clashes, which were transported to the partisans in carts of hay. The young hero also independently made and posted caricatures of fascists around the city.

In 1942, he was accepted into the ranks of the Shepetivka underground organization as an intelligence officer. Further, his military biography was supplemented by participation in the exploits of a partisan detachment under the command of Ivan Alekseevich Muzalev (1943). In October of the same year, Valya Kotik accomplished his first high-profile feat - he managed to discover an underground telephone cable at the German command headquarters, which was then successfully blown up by partisans.

The courageous pioneer also has other feats to his credit - the successful explosions of six warehouses and railway trains, as well as numerous ambushes in which he took part. Valya Kotik’s responsibilities included obtaining information about the location of German posts and the order of changing their guards.

The young hero accomplished another feat that saved the lives of many of his adult comrades on October 29, 1943. That day, the guy was standing at his post when suddenly he was attacked by Hitler’s punitive forces. The boy managed to shoot an enemy officer and raise the alarm.

For heroism, courage and repeatedly accomplished feats,pioneer Valya Kotikwas awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, and the Order of Lenin, as well as the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War,” 2nd degree.

On February 16, 1944, the 14-year-old hero was mortally wounded in the battle for the liberation of the city of Izyaslav Kamenets-Podolsky. He died the next day, February 17, and was buried in the central park of Shepetivka.

By decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR dated June 27, 1958, Valentin Aleksandrovich Kotik was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

IN Soviet years Every schoolchild knew about this brave pioneer and his exploits. Numerous streets, both in Russia and Ukraine, pioneer squads, detachments and camps were named after the courageous guy. A monument to Valya Kotik was erected in front of the school where he studied, another monument stood at VDNKh. One motor ship was also named after him.

The biography of the pioneer Valya Kotko formed the basis of a feature film about Valya Kotko, released in 1957 under the title “Eaglet”. The film tells about the struggle of the young pioneer Vali with the fascist invaders who occupied his hometown. The boy helps his partisan detachment spy on the enemy and obtain weapons. One day, finding himself surrounded by Nazis, a schoolboy accomplishes a feat by blowing himself up with a grenade.

Monument to Valya Kotik on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Monument to the pioneer Hero of the Soviet Union Valya Kotik in Moscow, Russia

Vitya Korobkov
During the German occupation of Crimea, 12-year-old Vitya Korobkov helped his father, a member of the city underground organization Mikhail Korobkov. Through Vitya Korobkov, communication was maintained between members of the partisan groups hiding in the Old Crimean forest. He collected information about the enemy, took part in printing and distributing leaflets. Later he became a scout for the 3rd Brigade of the Eastern Association of Crimean Partisans.
On February 16, 1944, father and son Korobkov came to Feodosia with their next assignment, but 2 days later they were arrested by the Gestapo. For more than two weeks they were interrogated and tortured by the Gestapo, then they were shot - first by the father, and on March 9 - by his son.
Posthumously awarded the medal "For Courage".

Sasha Chekalin

In July 1941, Sasha Chekalin volunteered to join a fighter squad, then to the “Advanced” partisan detachment, where he became a scout. He was involved in collecting intelligence data about the deployment and strength of German units, their weapons, and movement routes. He participated as equals in ambushes, mined roads, disrupted communications and derailed trains.
At the beginning of November I caught a cold and came to home lie down. Noticing smoke from the chimney, the headman reported this to the German military commandant's office. Arriving German units surrounded the house and asked Sasha to surrender. In response, Sasha opened fire, and when the cartridges ran out, he threw a grenade, but it did not explode. He was captured and taken to the military commandant's office. They tortured him for several days, trying to get the necessary information from him. But having achieved nothing, they staged a show execution in the city square: he was hanged on November 6, 1941. He was 15 years old.

Utah Bondarovskaya

Wherever the blue-eyed girl Yuta went, her red tie was always with her. In the summer of 1941, she came from Leningrad for vacation to a village near Pskov. Here terrible news overtook Utah: war! Here she saw the enemy.

Utah began to help the partisans. At first she was a messenger, then a scout. Dressed as a beggar boy, she collected information from the villages: where the fascist headquarters were, how they were guarded, how many machine guns there were. Returning from a mission, I immediately tied a red tie. And it was as if the strength was increasing! Utah supported the tired soldiers with a sonorous pioneer song and a story about their native Leningrad. And how happy everyone was, how the partisans congratulated Utah when the message came to the detachment: the blockade had been broken! Leningrad survived, Leningrad won! On that day and blue eyes Yuta and her red tie shone as it seemed never before.

But the earth was still groaning under the enemy’s yoke, and the detachment, together with units of the Red Army, left to help the Estonian partisans. In one of the battles - near the Estonian farm of Rostov - Yuta Bondarovskaya, the little heroine of the great war, a pioneer who did not part with her red tie, died a heroic death. The Motherland awarded its heroic daughter posthumously with the medal "Partisan of the Patriotic War" Ӏ degree, and the Order of the Patriotic War Ӏ degree.

Nina Kukoverova

Every summer, Nina and her younger brother and sister were taken from Leningrad to the village of Nechepert, where clean air, soft grass, where there is honey and fresh milk.

Roar, explosions, flames and smoke hit this quiet region in the fourteenth summer of pioneer Nina Kukoverova. War! From the first days of the arrival of the Nazis, Nina became a partisan intelligence officer. I remembered everything I saw around me and reported it to the detachment.

A punitive detachment is located in the village of Gory, all approaches are blocked, even the most experienced scouts cannot get through. Nina volunteered to go. She walked for a dozen kilometers through a snow-covered plain and field. The Nazis did not pay attention to the chilled, tired girl with a bag, but nothing escaped her attention - neither the headquarters, nor the fuel depot, nor the location of the sentries. And when the partisan detachment set out on a campaign at night, Nina walked next to the commander as a scout, as a guide.

That night, fascist warehouses flew into the air, the headquarters burst into flames, and the punitive forces fell, struck down by fierce fire. Nina, a pioneer who was awarded the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War” Ӏ degree, went on combat missions more than once. The young heroine died. But the memory of Russia’s daughter is alive. She was posthumously awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, Ӏ degree.

Galya Komleva

When the war began, and the Nazis were approaching Leningrad, for underground work in the village of Tarnovichi - in the south Leningrad region- the counselor was left high school Anna Petrovna Semenova. To communicate with the partisans, she selected her most reliable pioneers.

The first among them was Galina Komleva. Cheerful, brave, inquisitive girl of six years old school years was awarded six times with books with the signature: “For excellent studies.” The young messenger brought assignments from the partisans to her counselor, and forwarded her reports to the detachment along with bread, potatoes, and food, which were obtained with great difficulty.

Once, when a messenger from a partisan detachment did not arrive at the meeting place on time, Galya, half-frozen, snuck into the detachment herself, handed over a report and, having warmed up a little, hurried back, carrying a new task to the underground fighters. Together with Komsomol member Tasya Yakovleva, Galya wrote leaflets and scattered them around the village at night.

The Nazis tracked down and captured the young underground fighters. They kept me in the Gestapo for two months. They beat me severely, threw me into a cell, and in the morning they took me out again for interrogation. Galya didn’t say anything to the enemy, didn’t betray anyone. The young patriot was shot. The Motherland celebrated the feat of Galya Komleva with the Order of the Patriotic War, Ӏ degree.

Sasha Kondratiev

Not all young heroes were awarded orders and medals for their courage. Many, having accomplished their feat, were not included in the award lists for various reasons. But the boys and girls did not fight the enemy for the sake of medals; they had another goal - to pay off the occupiers for their suffering Motherland.
In July 1941, Sasha Kondratyev and his comrades from the village of Golubkovo created their own squad of avengers. The guys got hold of weapons and began to act. First, they blew up a bridge on the road along which the Nazis were transporting reinforcements. Then they destroyed the house in which the enemies had set up a barracks, and soon they set fire to the mill where the Nazis ground grain. The last action of Sasha Kondratyev’s detachment was the shelling of an enemy aircraft circling over Lake Cheremenets. The Nazis tracked down the young patriots and captured them. After a bloody interrogation, the guys were hanged in the square in the city of Luga.

Albert Kupsha

Albert was the same age and comrade of Marx Krotov. The guys collected weapons, handed them over to the partisans, and led the Red Army soldiers out of encirclement. But they accomplished their main feat in New Year's Eve 1942. On instructions from the partisan commander, the boys made their way to the Nazi airfield and, giving light signals, guided our bombers to the target. Enemy planes were destroyed. The Nazis tracked down the patriots and, after interrogation and torture, shot them on the shores of Lake Belye.

Marx Krotov
Our pilots, who were ordered to bomb the enemy airfield, were eternally grateful to this boy with such an expressive name. The airfield was located in the Leningrad region, near Tosno, and was carefully guarded by the Nazis. But Marx Krotov managed to get close to the airfield unnoticed and give our pilots a light signal.
Focusing on this signal, the bombers accurately attacked targets and destroyed dozens of enemy aircraft. And before that, Marx collected food for the partisan detachment and handed it over to the forest fighters.
Marx Krotov was captured by a Nazi patrol when he, together with other schoolchildren, was once again aiming our bombers at the target. The boy was executed on the shores of Lake Belye in February 1942.

Monument to Marx Krotov on the Alley of Pioneer Heroes

Larisa Mikheenko
A Leningrad schoolgirl was nominated for a government award for the operation of reconnaissance and explosion of a railway bridge across the Drissa River.Larisa Mikheenko. But the Motherland did not have time to present the award to her brave daughter...

The war cut off the girl from hometown: in the summer she went on vacation to the Pustoshkinsky district, but was unable to return - the village was occupied by the Nazis. The pioneer dreamed of breaking out of Hitler's slavery and making her way to her own people. And one night she left the village with two older friends.

At the headquarters of the 6th Kalinin Brigade, the commander, Major P.V. Ryndin, initially refused to accept “such little ones”: well, what kind of partisans are they? But how much even very young citizens can do for the Motherland! Girls were able to do what strong men could not.

A fair-haired, barefoot girl. She has no weapons in her hands - only a beggar's bag. But this girl is a fighter, because the information that she delivers to the detachment helps the partisans beat the enemy... Dressed in rags, Lara walked through the villages, finding out where and how the guns were located, the sentries were posted, what German vehicles were moving along the highway, what for trains and with what cargo they arrive at Pustoshka station. She also took part in combat operations...

The young partisan, betrayed by a traitor in the village of Ignatovo, was shot by the Nazis on November 4, 1943, and on November 7, the partisan detachment united with units of the Soviet Army. In the Decree on awardingLarisa MikheenkoThe Order of the Patriotic War Ӏ degree bears the bitter word: “Posthumously.”

Vanya Fedorov. 13 years old.

On October 14, 1942, the Nazis, regardless of losses, made a last desperate attempt to break through to the Volga. The battery was sent to the most difficult site - to defend a tractor plant in the Mamayev Kurgan area.

The enemy fire was such that it was impossible to help each other. Each weapon operated independently. Vanya had to replace the killed gunner. He is left alone; the sight is damaged, and he aims the gun down the barrel.

Vanya was wounded and killed left hand in the elbow, and he begins to throw grenades with his right hand at the fascist tanks rushing into the narrow passage. Then a shrapnel tore off his right hand, and he unsuccessfully tries to lift the grenade with his teeth. Using the stumps of his hands, he helped to press the grenade to his chest and, straightening up to his full height, walked towards the tanks. The Nazis were stunned. Having pulled out the pin with his teeth, Vanya threw himself under the lead tank, which blocked the path for the others. The Nazis did not break through to the Volga that day.

Stasik Merkulov. 11 years old.

During the defense of Kursk, the militia brought in shells. Replaced his dead father at the machine gun. Stasika was cut off by the line, the bullets hit her legs, and one hit her in the stomach. The child lost consciousness.

In the morning, old people from a nearby house went to fetch water and heard a groan from the funnel. It was Stasik. Having woken up, he somehow crawled to his murdered father and, clinging to him, spent the cold November night. The child no longer had the strength to get up. The old men could not take Stasik to their home - the Germans were already standing there, but they carried the boy into the change house of the brick factory and laid him on the floor, carefully spreading hay on him. The windows in the cabin were broken, you can imagine how cold and painful it was for Stasik.

He asked his grandfather to call his mother, saying that a boy he knew lived on Khutorskaya Street, let him run to his mother on Sadovaya Street. When the mother and aunt ran to the cabin by a roundabout route, they saw a terrible picture. The floor was spattered with blood, and there were deep lacerations on the son's body. The bearers of the “new world order” either tortured or finished off the child, choosing a rifle bayonet as the murder weapon - knives. Stasik died on the night of November 3, 1941.

Anya Obukhova 11 years old.

December 25, 1941. Helped a captured Soviet commander escape. The child took the wounded man outside, laid him on a sled, covered him with hay and drove him past the sentries.

It is unknown where she made a secret hideout: in the cellar or in the barn, but the Nazis could not find the Soviet officer. Then they rounded up the villagers and ordered him to be handed over before evening, and as a warning they shot the elderly peasant.

And then, before dark, Anya Obukhova herself came to the commandant’s office and confessed that she had “kidnapped” the officer. Unable to force the pioneer to name the place where she hid the commander, they decided to continue the “inquiry” in a different way. The beaten Anyuta, wearing only a torn dress, was led through the village to a school where there were desks thrown out into the street and tied with ropes to one of them. It was forty degrees below zero outside. That same night, by morning, the village was occupied by our units, and the enemy was driven back.

But Anya could no longer see all this.

Tolya Komar. 15 years old.

When the scouts approached the front line, the Nazis discovered them and began to surround them. The path to our front line was blocked by enemy machine gun fire, which made it impossible to rise from the ground.

A mortal danger loomed over a group of scouts. Then Tolya quietly crawled up to the enemy machine gun and threw a grenade. The machine gun fell silent. But as soon as the scouts got up, a machine-gun burst again pressed them to the ground.

And Tolya, saving his comrades, rushed to the machine gun at full height. Being mortally wounded, he still managed to cover the enemy machine gun with his body.

and many, many others...

Vitya Khomenko Shura Kober

Two friends, as they used to say before, two comrades in arms. They walked their short but full journey against enemies together in the ranks of the underground organization “Nikolaev Center”.

At school, Vitya’s German was “excellent”, and the underground workers instructed the pioneer to get a job in the officers’ mess. He washed the dishes, served the officers in the hall and listened to their conversations. In drunken arguments, the fascists blurted out information that played an important role in decision-making in the Nikolaev Center.

The fascists began sending him on errands, not suspecting that the underground members were the first to read them.

Vitya and Shura Kober were given the task of breaking through the front line and establishing contact with Moscow. In the center of the Moscow partisan movement, they reported on the situation of the enemy forces, which they saw along the way.

Returning to Nikolaev, the guys delivered the long-awaited weapons, a radio transmitter and explosives to the underground fighters. On December 5, 1942, ten underground members were captured by the Nazis and executed. Among them were Shura Kober, Vitya Khomenko. They lived as heroes and died as heroes.

Vitya Khomenko and Shura Kober - awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree (posthumously)

5 schools are named after Shura Kober. In Nikolaev, in Pionersky Park, a monument was erected to Vita Khomenko and Shura Kober, built with funds raised by Ukrainian schoolchildren. The streets of Nikolaev and Odessa are named after them.

Monument to Shura Kober and Vita Khomenko in Nikolaev, Ukraine

Vitya Cherevichkin

These were the days when there were fierce battles with the Nazis on the banks of the Lower Don. The enemy was rushing towards Rostov, and he managed to occupy the city. These are difficult times. Vitya saw the glow of fires, heard shooting in the city, knew that the Nazis were robbing and shooting Soviet people. He replied: “Fight!”

One day the boy saw that the SS men were driving residents out of a large building. Telephone wires were stretched there. Shiny cars drove up one after another. Messengers were constantly scurrying from the banks of the Don. “This is headquarters,” Vitya realized. He soon learned that large fascist formations were concentrated in the area of ​​the Red Aksai plant. Vitya decided to establish contact with the Soviet troops at all costs. They stood in Bataysk, on the other side of the Don. But how to do this?

Even before the war startedVitya Cherevichkin, like many of his peers, loved to chase pigeons. The family had relatives in Bataysk, and pigeons, instead of postmen, often carried news from Rostov to Bataysk. From time to time they appeared over the city soviet planes. And Vitya decided to show them the location of the fascist headquarters.

When the engine hummed in the sky, the boy released pigeons over the headquarters. But the pilot either did not notice his signals or did not understand. The plane disappeared. Then the young scout wrote a note with important messages, tied it to the leg of a red pigeon and threw his pet up: - Fly to Bataysk!..

Vitya was worried. What if the dove doesn't make it? Maybe there are no relatives in Bataysk anymore? Who will convey his report to the Soviet command? As soon as the Soviet plane appeared over Rostov again, pigeons rose from Vitya’s hands and began circling over the fascist headquarters. The pilot flew the plane very low. Vitya began energetically giving hand signals. Suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulder. The boy was noticed by a fascist officer.

Vitya tried to break free, but a soldier ran up from somewhere. The young hero was taken to German headquarters.

Are you a scout?.. Where are the partisans?.. - the officer raged during the interrogation, threatening the boy with a pistol. Vitya was beaten and trampled, but no amount of torture could break his will. He was silent.

And in the evening the teenager was taken towards the Don. He walked, moving his legs heavily. But he kept his head high. His enemies followed him relentlessly. The roar of the Soviet offensive could already be heard from across the Don.

Vita's pigeon flew to Bataysk. Here he was noticed, and the note was transmitted to our headquarters. Now shells and bombs were exploding in the area of ​​the Red Aksai plant, where large enemy forces had accumulated. Plumes of black smoke covered the block where the fascist headquarters stood. It was smashing the enemy soviet artillery and aviation, concentrating fire on those points that he, young intelligence officer Vitya Cherevichkin, indicated. Soviet troops returned to Rostov, and the young Leninist was buried with military honors in a mass soldier’s grave.

The fifth-graders of the 78th Rostov school named their pioneer detachment after the young hero. One of the streets in Rostov also bears his name. The song “Vitya Cherevichkin lived in Rostov...” was composed about him, which rang in the pioneer detachments and which tells about Vitya’s life and studies, about his blue-winged pigeons, about his feat and death in the winter of 1941...

Monument to Vita Cherevichkin in Rostov-on-Don, Russia

Song about Vita Cherevichkin

1. Vitya Cherevichkin lived in Rostov,
He did great at school
And in my free time I always usually
He released his favorite pigeons.Chorus
Pigeons, my darlings,
Fly into the cloudy heights.
Pigeons, you are blue-winged,
We flew off into the blue sky
Youth, you came with a clear smile.
Oh my beloved country!
Life was happy and wonderful
But suddenly war broke out.2.Days will pass, victory is a red bird,
Let's smash the fascist black squall!
I will be studying at school again...
This is how Vitya usually sang.

3. But one day, past Vitya’s house
There was a detachment of animal invaders.
The officer suddenly shouted: “Take away
The boy has these pigeons!”

4. The boy resisted them for a long time,
He scolded the fascists, cursed
But suddenly the voice stopped
And Vitya was killed on the spot.Chorus Pigeons, my darlings,
Fly into the cloudy heights.
Pigeons, you are blue-winged,
Apparently they were born orphans.
Pigeons, you are blue-winged,
They flew off into the blue sky.

Vladimir Pinkenzon tried to ask the German officer to spare his son, but was shot. Fenya Moiseevna, Musya’s mother, rushed to her husband, but was hit by machine gun fire. And so he was left alone, the little Jewish boy Musya, clutching his last treasure to his chest - a violin.

What was it like for him at that moment when his parents were killed before his eyes? How did he feel on the verge of death, standing in front of the soldiers of the “superior race”, who considered him subhuman, filth? And around stood the inhabitants, driven to this terrible spectacle, powerless to help him in any way... Musi Pinkenzon had nothing to give battle to his killers. Nothing but a violin. And then Musya turned to the German officer with a request:

- Mr. Officer, allow me to play my favorite song before I die!

The officer laughed - this little Jew must have gone crazy with fear. Well, let him amuse the audience.

When the first sounds of music sounded, the villagers, standing in a daze, did not immediately understand that Musya was playing. The Germans did not understand this at first either. And only a few seconds later, everyone realized that the little violinist was playing “Internationale”. At that time it was not only the party anthem, but also the anthem of the Soviet Union. Movement began in the crowd. Someone picked up the song, and the enraged officer began to yell:

- Pig, puppy! Stop it!

But Musya continued to play until shots rang out. The first bullets wounded the boy, but he tried to continue playing until new shots struck him down on the spot.

The Germans furiously began to disperse the local residents who had witnessed their defeat.

A 12-year-old boy with a violin turned out to be stronger than the valiant true Aryans, raised on the myth of the invincibility of the German spirit. They were able to kill him, but they could not break him.

After Musi Pinkenzon's feat became widely known, first through articles in the central press and radio broadcasts. And then this information was picked up not only in many corners, but also in and. At the site of the execution of the violinist, a multi-meter obelisk was erected, which was replaced by a concrete monument in the late 1970s.

School No. 1 in the city of Ust-Labinsk is named after Musya Pinkenzon, and there is an exhibition about the brave fellow villager.

The writer (1934-1988) wrote a book about him, “The Shot Violin.” A large animated film was created based on a documentary plot.

Based on the exploit of Musya Pinkenzon, the cartoon “The Pioneer’s Violin” (1971) was staged in the USSR.

Monument to Musi Pinkenzon in Ust-Labinsk

Vasya Shishkovsky

I can't take him into the squad.
Don't ask, kid.
Are the Germans standing in the farmstead?
How many?
Well done.
Don't be afraid, Vasilek,
Bullets and bayonet.

You helped the partisans
Defeat the enemy.
Hid the wounded soldiers
He showed them the way.
And you don't need an automatic machine:
Be fast, be nimble.

German in fear
Retreating.
The only problem is
The enemy is Bendera
Didn't sleep -
I came here to take revenge.

There was a traitor
In lackeys
From fascist rats.
He was fierce in his own lands,
Cut, robbed, gnawed.

He did not spare children or old women.
I'm glad to curry favor
Beast
To pleas and groans
Deaf:
All under the gun.

He, a Bendera man,
Boys
Revenged
From around the corner.
Small children...
Not to fathers...
Cowardice of a rat
Evil.

Whistle of fragments...
Butterfly
In the flames of fire...
You didn’t live long enough, Vasilek,
Until Victory Day...

We swear we will take revenge.
We will bend into an arc.
We will destroy it.
We won't forgive.
Death is coming to the enemy.

Vasya Shishkovsky. The war found an eleven-year-old boy in his native village of Shumskoye in Ukraine.

The surviving battalion of the Soviet Army retreated into the forest under the pressure of the Nazi occupiers. Vasya asked to go with them, trying to help the soldiers move equipment, but the commander, smiling, replied that he was still small. The Nazis occupied the village, but the battalion, hiding in the forest, constantly reminded them of themselves: either the warehouse would be set on fire, or the traitors would be executed.

One day, after another shootout that took place very close to the Shishkovskys’ house, Vasya saw a glimpse of a shadow near the barn and ran out to look. A man was lying on the ground; a bullet wounded him in the leg. Vasya showed the partisan a hole in the barn where he would not be found. The next morning he brought milk and a crust of bread to the wounded man; this was the commander of the battalion he knew, to which Vasya was applying. The man asked Vasya for an inconspicuous way into the forest and left, leaving behind a red star from his cap as a souvenir. Vasya carefully kept it for many years of occupation.

And now the time has come, the troops of the Red Army liberated the village from the German invaders, but many traitors managed to hide, lay low and wage their vile war with the established system, sowing confusion and threatening violence.

But Vasya turned out to be a brave and courageous boy who advocated the creation of a pioneer detachment among the children of the village. The created detachment actively participated in providing assistance to front-line soldiers, collecting money for a tank column and gifts for front-line soldiers. Bendera's people fiercely hated Shishkovsky.

One day, when the pioneer detachment went into the forest to get firewood for the school, bandits who came out of the forest began to look for Vasya among the children. His classmates did not give him away. But neither Vasya nor his family managed to hide from Bendera. The next morning, the bandits shot the sleeping family and set the house on fire. The bandits were neutralized, but the memory of the pioneer boy, the hero, is alive to this day. In the center of the village, and now the city of Shumsk, there is a monument to the pioneer Vasya Shishkovsky.

Vasya Shishkovsky was 12 years old

Monument to the pioneer hero Vasil Shishkovsky in Shumsk, Ukraine

Volodya Shcherbatsevich

Volodya lived in Minsk. His father died in the Finnish war. Mom was a doctor.
When the Nazis arrived, they nursed the wounded soldiers and transported them to the partisans. Volodya was wounded several times. His friends helped him.
Once, using forged documents, they took a whole truckload of prisoners of war to the partisans. The release of prisoners of war was the main task for everyone.

In September, raids suddenly began, and many more wounded people who had escaped from captivity were hiding in the houses of Minsk residents...

They were betrayed by one of their own, he was a traitor. The police arrested Volodya.
Interrogations, torture. My whole body hurts, I feel chills, I have no strength to get up from the cold stone floor. But he didn’t tell the Nazis anything.

On October 26, 1941, the Nazis executed Volodya and his mother. The occupiers drove the residents to the place of execution in order to intimidate them, and from the crowd angrily rushed: “We will not forgive!”

Not a single day did the Nazis feel like masters in Minsk. Among the fighters of this front was Volodya Shcherbatsevich, a Minsk pioneer. Shortly before his execution on August 16, 1941, the newspaper Pravda wrote: “Our children are heroic, magnificent Soviet children, with the courage of adults, with the intelligence of adults, they are now fighting for their Motherland. And their struggle is the most convincing documentation of our truth. Their struggle is the most terrible accusation that history will ever bring against the vile enemy, studying the events of our days.”

Order of the Patriotic War Order of the Red Banner

Order of Lenin Order of the “Red Banner of Battle” Medal “For Military Merit”

Monuments to pioneers

Monument to pioneer war heroes in Lysva, Perm region, Russia

Monuments to pioneer heroes, defenders of the city in Rostov-on-Don, Russia

Monument to pioneer heroes in Lipetsk, Russia

Monument to pioneer heroes in St. Petersburg, Russia

Monument "Krupskaya and the Pioneers" in Engels, Saratov region, Russia

Monument to the pioneer hero Lena Zhiryakov in the urban settlement. Tetkino, Kursk region, Russia

Arkady Kamanin

He dreamed of heaven when he was just a boy. Arkady's father, Nikolai Petrovich Kamanin, a pilot, participated in the rescue of the Chelyuskinites, for which he received the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. And my father’s friend, Mikhail Vasilyevich Vodopyanov, is always nearby. There was something to make the boy’s heart burn. But they didn’t let him fly, they told him to grow up.

When the war began, Arkady was 14 years old. He went to work at an aircraft factory, then at the airfield he used any opportunity to take to the skies. Experienced pilots, even if only for a few minutes, sometimes trusted him to fly the plane.

One day the cockpit glass was broken by an enemy bullet. The pilot was blinded. Losing consciousness, he managed to hand over control to Arkady, and the boy landed the plane at his airfield. After this, Arkady was allowed to seriously study flying, and soon he began to fly on his own.

One day, from above, a young pilot saw our plane shot down by the Nazis. Under heavy mortar fire, Arkady landed, carried the pilot into his plane, took off and returned to his own. The Order of the Red Star shone on his chest. For participation in battles with the enemy, Arkady was awarded the second Order of the Red Star. By that time he had already become an experienced pilot, although he was fifteen years old.

Arkady Kamanin fought with the Nazis until the victory.Service record of pilot A.N. Kamanina has 283 hours of total flight time, which was accumulated over more than 400 - and according to some sources, more than 650 - combat sorties. Moreover, many of them were carried out in difficult meteorological conditions and under the guns of enemy guns.

The young hero dreamed of the sky and conquered the sky!

He was awarded the Order of the Red Banner, two Orders of the Red Star, medals “For the capture of Vienna”, “For the capture of Budapest”, “For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945”.

The partisan fate of a sixth-grader from the village of Pogoreltsy, Semenovsky district, Chernigov region, was unusual. He received baptism of fire in the summer of 1941. The front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy. On the outskirts, covering the withdrawal of our units, a company held the defense. Vasily brought cartridges to the soldiers. Consciously remained in the occupied territory. The pioneer banner of the squad was saved from the school building occupied by the Nazis. Once, at my own peril and risk, I sawed down the bridge piles and pulled out the metal brackets holding its structures. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and became inoperable. Then Vasya became a partisan. On instructions from the detachment's command, he became a scout, getting a job as a stoker and cleaner at Hitler's headquarters. Everything that Vasily learned became known to the partisans.
Once the punitive forces demanded that Korobko lead them to the forest from where the partisans were making forays. And Vasily led the Nazis to the police ambush. The Nazis, mistaking them for partisans in the dark, opened furious fire, killed many policemen and themselves suffered heavy losses. Vasya Korobko fought in the partisan unit named after Nikolai Nikitovich Popudrenko (one of the organizers and leaders of the party underground and partisan movement in Ukraine, secretary of the Chernigov underground regional committee Communist Party(Bolsheviks) of Ukraine, commander of a partisan unit. He died heroically in July 1943 in a battle with superior enemy forces). Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolition bomber and took part in the destruction of nine echelons of enemy personnel and equipment. The exploits of Vasily Korobko are noted

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Pioneer heroes of the Great Patriotic War

Vasya Korobko

Korobko, Vasily Ivanovich or Vasya Korobko (March 31, 1927, village of Pogoreltsy, Semenovsky district, Chernihiv region - April 1, 1944) - pioneer hero, young partisan, awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War 1st degree, the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War” 1 degrees.

Together with the partisans, Vasya destroyed nine trains and hundreds of Nazis. In one of the battles he was killed.

With the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, the front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy. On the outskirts, covering the withdrawal of our units, a company held the defense. Vasya Korobko brought cartridges to the fighters.

One day, at his own peril and risk, Vasya sawed down the piles of a bridge near his home village. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and became inoperable. Then Vasya became a partisan. The partisans were convinced that Vasya could be trusted, and entrusted him with a serious task: to become a scout in the enemy’s lair.

At the fascist headquarters, he lights the stoves, chops wood, and he takes a closer look, remembers, and passes on information to the partisans. The punishers, who planned to exterminate the partisans, forced the boy to lead them into the forest. But Vasya led the Nazis to a police ambush. The Nazis, mistaking them for partisans in the dark, opened furious fire, killed all the policemen and themselves suffered heavy losses.

Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolitionist, taking part in the destruction of nine trains with enemy personnel and equipment.

Later he was accepted into the partisan unit of the Hero of the Soviet Union Pyotr Petrovich Vershigora... He died a hero's death in battle on April 1, 1944 while carrying out another mission.

Awards.

The exploits of Vasily Korobko were awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, and the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War,” 1st degree.

Born on March 31, 1927 in the village of Pogoreltsy, Semenovsky district, Chernigov region. He took an active part in the partisan movement in the Chernihiv region. He was a scout and messenger, and later a demolition worker. He derailed sixteen trains with Nazi soldiers and military equipment, and disabled ten locomotives. Died in Belarus on April 1, 1944. Awarded the Order of Lenin and two Orders of the Red Banner.

THE ELUSIVE DEMOLITOR

(story by Mikhail Ratushny)

He appeared in the camp unexpectedly. He made his way through the thick bushes and appeared before the sentry.

He, clutching a rifle in his hands, looked at him warily.
-Where are you going, guy? - asked sternly.

He glanced from under his brows at a stout, middle-aged man with a wide red ribbon on his cap and hesitantly shifted from foot to foot.
- I was coming to see you. - The boy was silent. - Take me to the commander.
- Look, go straight to the commander... Why do you need him?
- I want to join the partisans. Beat the fascists.

Ha ha! - the sentry laughed. - To beat the fascists, you need to know what kind of fists?
And look at yourself: half an inch from the pot. Grow up a little... Then we'll talk...
- Take it away and that's it! - the boy insisted.

The sentry thought and looked around.
- Ivan! - he called out to a partisan passing by. “Take him to Alexander Petrovich, let him tell you what to do with him...

A minute later the boy stood in front of the commander of the partisan detachment.

Short, wearing a long coat, obviously his father’s, he kept sniffing his nose like a child and repeating pleadingly:
- Take me to your squad, well, take me. You won't regret it...

Alexander Petrovich Balabai looked at him carefully, paused and asked:
- What is your name?
- Vasya Korobko. From the village of Pogoreltsy... - And he added. - Before the war, I completed five classes.
By this he probably wanted to emphasize that he was no longer small. The commander smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
- What will you do in our detachment, Vasya?
- Whatever you order. I can do anything.

He saw from the commander’s face that he was already hesitating, so he declared decisively:
- If you don’t take it, I won’t go anywhere from here anyway. I will not return from the forest to the village.

That's what you are! - Balabai smiled again. - Well, okay. If so, listen carefully.
We need a good intelligence officer who would work among the enemies and inform us of all their actions and plans.
Could you become such a scout?

“I could, Alexander Petrovich,” he answered firmly.
“Then go back to your village and try to get a job in the commandant’s office.”
- Yes, comrade commander! - the boy dashingly put his hand to his hat.
“Don’t say a word to anyone about our conversation,” Balabai warned.

So Vasya Korobko, a fourteen-year-old pioneer from the village of Pogoreltsy in the Chernigov region, received his first partisan assignment, which he soon completed with honor.

Returning home, he began working in the commandant’s office: he swept, washed floors, heated stoves, was at the beck and call of the policemen, and they could not find fault with anything.

Look, he’s trying,” they winked at each other. - Knows how to serve the “new order”...

But it never occurred to them that Vasya behaved this way only as a diversion. But in fact, this brave and observant boy obtained secret information about the Nazi garrison, he knew exactly where the vehicles, machine guns were located and how many there were, where the officers lived. He reported all this information to the detachment through his messengers, and sometimes he made his way into the forest himself. To do this, he asked the commandant for permission to go home for a while and use vegetable gardens and orchards to visit the partisans.

Alexander Petrovich always rejoiced at his arrival - the young intelligence officer brought very important information.

One day I asked him:

Well, pioneer, how is it in your village? What's wrong with our leaflets?
“Complete order, Alexander Petrovich,” Vasya reported. - I spread everything. I even pasted one on the commandant’s office...
- Where, where? - Balabai was wary.
“On the doors of the commandant’s office,” Vasya modestly clarified.

The commander became gloomy.

“But no one saw it,” the boy justified himself. - It was dark, I went slowly.
- Watch me, be careful...

In the leaflets in question, the partisan command ordered the population of the occupied villages to hide bread, livestock, vegetables, warm clothes and shoes.

Vasya posted a lot of leaflets.

But this was not enough for him. He believed that it was time to move on to more decisive action against the enemy.
And soon he waited in the wings. Thanks to the messages that Vasya regularly transmitted to the detachment, the headquarters developed a detailed plan for the defeat of the fascist garrison in Pogoreltsy.

That cold December night, the Nazis did not expect an attack.

We went to bed calmly. Wrapping themselves in warm scarves and raising the collars of their greatcoats, the German sentries dozed at their posts.
They did not even notice how dark shadows, invisible in the darkness of the night, were silently approaching the village from four sides.
Whirling in a winter dance, white snowflakes quietly fell on the heads and shoulders of the sentries. The enemies never woke up, shackled in a sweet slumber; they fell, mowed down by partisan bullets.

The blow was so unexpected and crushing that the Nazis did not even have time to come to their senses.
They ran out of the huts like crazy and, randomly shooting back, rushed wherever their eyes looked. But everywhere they were overtaken by well-aimed bullets.

Not a single enemy machine gun fired that night. Few of the Nazis managed to escape: after all, the partisans were well aware of the deployment of enemy forces and acted confidently. They destroyed more than one hundred and fifty fascists, burned German vehicles, seized weapons and ammunition.

The partisans returned to the forest with numerous trophies, rejoicing. And the night blew, covering their tracks... But, probably, the young scout rejoiced most of all. This was also his, Vasina’s, victory, his retribution against the invaders, who came to their native land with fire and sword.

Soon Vasya noticed that the Nazis were watching him, and reported this to the partisan detachment. The commander ordered to immediately move into the forest. In the detachment, Vasya was offered to become a liaison, but this did not suit him: his restless, dynamic nature demanded more. I asked to become a demolition bomber.

The commander allowed it, and soon Vasya Korobko became a threat to the Nazis.

He derailed trains with Nazis and weapons, mined roads along which German vehicles moved, blew up warehouses and bridges. The Nazis searched in vain for the young partisan - he was elusive. Courageous and fearless, Vasya always appeared where his enemies least expected him.

Meanwhile, the war was approaching a victorious end. The enemy forces melted away under the blows of the valiant Soviet troops.

Soon the territory in which the partisan detachment operated was liberated from the Nazis.
The partisans united with regular units of the Red Army.

Well, Vasek, goodbye,” his former commander firmly shook the hand of the young patriot. “Now you have enough to do at home.”
You will study, and the villages must be raised from ruins, the youth must be organized...

And Vasya Korobko stayed at home.

But he was drawn to where the cannonade of war still roared. I could not live in peace while blood was shed at the fronts and Soviet people were suffering in fascist dungeons.

Korobko asked to volunteer for the front.

Taking into account Vasya’s experience, he was enrolled in a sabotage group that was part of the First Ukrainian Partisan Division.

And soon the fascist trains were again rolling downhill, bridges were blown up into the air, blown up by the elusive Vasya Korobko.

Meanwhile, the front moved further and further to the west. The cannonade did not subside day and night. It reached the partisans from the east. For them, the front was here, in the Belarusian forests, where the enemy was regrouping forces in order to deliver a decisive blow to the advancing Soviet troops.

“Poland is coming,” the commander of the sabotage group told Vasya. - We will defeat the fascists there...

Now we need to go on reconnaissance. Go with three of you, be careful not to run into an ambush. When you make your way along the narrow-gauge railway, check if the Nazis are preparing any dirty tricks there.
And he pointed out on the map the place where to go.
Vasya looked: indeed, the border was very close. And almost nearby is Brest, a Belarusian border city.
Poland... What awaits them there?

However, that’s not what Vasya was thinking about right now. He wanted to complete the task as quickly as possible.

And the forest already smelled of spring. It was dripping from the trees. Blue waves of thin fog swayed over the green pines and white birches. Wet snow, blackened by melt water, sobbed underfoot. Three scouts carefully made their way along the narrow-gauge railway, peering intently into the dark thickets of bushes.

We have already passed the railway junction. Everything matched the map. There, further ahead, is a station booth, and behind it is a bridge over the river...

You guys slowly move forward,” said the leader of the group, “and I’ll turn over there to the hillock and see if the Nazis are hiding there.” I'll catch up with you soon...

Pointing to a low hill overgrown with dense young pine trees, the elder already intended to go.

And suddenly a machine-gun burst hit from the pine forest. The bullets buzzed thinly, knocking branches from bare bushes.
Vasya fell into the snow, holding his machine gun in front of him. Out of the corner of my eye I caught one of the scouts rushing into the bushes. I also felt a sharp, burning pain that suddenly appeared in my body, and everything blurred into a fiery haze...

The heart of the young patriot stopped. It was in Belovezhskaya Pushcha in the spring of forty-four.