My grandfather, Klimov, Yuri (1922-2002) , left three volumes of memoirs about his life. In total, probably about 1000 A4 pages. Plus lots of photos. Memories of my great-grandfather (my father's grandfather) - Klimov Vasilii Mikhailovich (1891-1978) - here .
All published parts: 1-I ; 2-I ; third ; 4-I ; 5-I ; 6-I ; 7-I ; 8-I ; 9-I ; 10-I ; 11-I ; 12-I ; 13th ; 14-I ; 15-I ; 16-I ; 17-I ; 18-I ; 19-I ; 20 -I ; 21-I ; 22-I ; 23rd; 24-I ;
[Volume 1 sheet 176]
Scheduled diluent I had to stand on guard at the guardhouse battalion from 12 am to 4 am. Even before the onset of all automatic weapons have been seized in our battalion. It is required primarily for the fighters to the upcoming break through German defenses. So I was seized PCA, and in return Again we obtain an ordinary rifle with triangular bayonet. In my cartridge has never been conventional ammunition. When unloading boxes of ammunition, I gained only armor-piercing incendiary, tracer or explosive, the tips of the bullets which were painted red.
sergeant, who that night performed the Head the guard waved us on post, replacing the time. As provided in the plan, I was put to guard the brig. It was a small building, not the room, not a barn, under a gable roof, no windows and one small door. This building was located on the edge of the village, on the crest of the ravine, overgrown with small bushes.
Inside the guardhouse was two or three men from our battalion who were punished by our command for disciplinary reasons. Place it was dark, not lighted. It was a quiet, windless and oppressive this time of year the weather. Penal battalions were already asleep. The door was closed on the lock, the key is a diluent.
I stood and remembered about her father and mother, who has not seen a long four years. Now I have received frequent letters from them. They were alive and well, both worked. Father became Head. the teaching in the newly opened Normal School in Petukhovo. How I wanted to get him, [Volume 1, page 177], at least for one day, see and hear all with their own eyes, to meet friends and companions of childhood and adolescence. Mom says that Toll Mikov went to flight school in g.Kurgane, graduating at the end of 1941 and was sent to the front under the Tulu or Kaluga. He was not lucky. He was shot down on his IL-2 in the first sortie. That is the sad story of my friend. Mom writes that Tanya [Ed. - Younger sister] went to the city of Petropavlovsk in the institute, who was evacuated from Moscow. I was amazed that my sister is also studying to be an engineer, land surveyor. In 1943 this institute again returned to Moscow in his native house in the street Kazakova, Building 15. The Institute was called: The Institute of Engineers zemleustroitelstva. I already knew что в Москве есть такой институт. Из нашей группы первого курса земфака ОСХИ, еще в 1940 году, уехали в Москву две студентки, которые сумели сделать перевод себе the first year zemfaka MIIZa. One of them was a Muscovite Krawczynski. The fate of our roads after the war led to a meeting in the building MIIZa.
My thoughts and memories were interrupted by the sudden approach of a group of people who are out of the darkness he could not identify.
- Stop! Who goes there? - Followed by my cry.
- his. - And followed password.
the voice heard its diluent. In addition to diluent and two patrol from our battalion with them were two men in civilian clothes. They have something mumbled incoherently in Moldovan or Romanian. It was noticeable that they were pretty drunk. Commander of the guard, took a key from the guard-house facilities, was intend [Volume 1, page 178] put them to our soldiers. But they strongly protested because the room was too crowded. Then, the head takes decision: to leave them until morning at the door of the guardhouse. "Romanian saboteurs" as they called distributing, arrested our patrol at night. They tried to flee, and when they caught up and began to arrest, they tried to resist, threatening dagger bayonet. Passes or other documents they had with them was not.
They were forced to lie down on reed mats, which were on hand at the guardhouse. In parting, the chief guard of strictly warned me that it leaves the detainees on my own responsibility. In case they run away - I will answer his own head. He was sure that it really is not the common people, and therefore ordered to be particularly vigilant with them. With these words, along with the patrol went to the guardhouse. It was about 2 am. My "saboteurs" were among themselves about something says quietly. Because many Romanian words I knew, it became clear that they agree to escape. That made me wary. I went back and forth in five meters away from where they lay, their rifles at the ready. It was dark, but bright mats were visible two gray shapes that lay in their entire length. At that time, I caught up with them, one of them got on his knees and said:
- Tovarischul! Comrade! Ey vreu merzhi a tangent. Retry! (Comrade, let us go home. Please!)
- Jos! - I called them (Lezhat. not rise.) Directing towards them rifle. But the one that spoke, got up on his feet and grasped with both hands my rifle bayonet ...
[Volume 1, page 179] I felt his strong arms pulled out of my hands a rifle. Delay was impossible - it is realized in a split second to solve Now the outcome of the match.
- Wait, do not move, I'll shoot! - I cried, now in Russian, and with the force pulling on a rifle, while recoiling from the his three steps. Despite the fact that he kept his bayonet with both hands on my strong tug he could not hold it - too thin tetrahedral Russian bayonet for it. Klatsnuv gate, I drove the cartridge into the breech and fired without taking aim at the assailant. Then, one after another shot again, but now in the air, into the sky. High the sky remove the two tracers - which meant the alarm and call for the post of commander of the guard. Chief and two soldiers were not long in coming. They heard the tramp in the still of the night sleeping village.
At his question I answered curtly: attack and attempt to escape. He highlighted a flashlight lying. A large blood stain on the reed mat, legs and torso lying on the ground, on both sides spread out his hands. Commander of the guard began to examine the second, but he lay motionless and without speaking. Flashed the thought that one shot was finished with two at once. But the soldiers have helped to establish that the second detainee alive. Woke up in the guardhouse, "penal" and carried on conversations with the supervisor, specifying the circumstances of the night scene. Before the end of my post was still about 30 minutes. Placing the post hour, We went to the guardhouse. The rifle is placed in a pyramid, I automatically undressed to sleep in the remaining hours of the night, but sleep would not come. Commander of the guard and a few soldiers again and again questioned about the incident. Nobody knew what kind of people where they are, for whatever reason they have been in our location. Without waiting for the dawn, the chief went to the headquarters. It seems to inform commanders of the emergency.
[Volume 1, page 180] My bad dream was interrupted by the arrival of diluent and the captain - A staff worker. He ordered [Ed. - ... want to try to guess what was available? ... ]
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