01/05/19 - 09/05/19
The sun splashes incessantly.
Ah, spring! Ah, beauty!
Blown up at the May Day
City bustle.
Paints, flags, banners.
Passion calls to the ears.
There are red bows on the chests.
Power is drawn to nostalgia.
Police cordons
They hint: don’t be naughty...
The heavens have bottomless eyes,
Cornflowers bloomed.
May has arrived, the forerunner of summer.
My God, clear firmament!
Where are you, where, the country of the Soviets?
Where are your righteous people?
Smoked white
May Day Gardens,
Showing us God's mercy
For your patience and hard work.
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Well, next... Well, next
The one who is holier.
Our universal Victory Day,
The most glorious of victories.
And it will pass as an immortal regiment
In general, a pure soul.
Under the spring, fresh wind
Live and be healthy in a hurry.
The brilliance of the fanfare. The delight of the parade.
The spurs of the cavalry guards are ringing.
The sun, a reward from heaven,
With the shine of gold shoulder straps.
Gentlemen of foreign tribes
Without guile, not in the eyebrow, but in the eye,
To remember perfectly:
Don't offend us!
Hello! Hello, Victory Day!
Mugs, flasks, laughter, gunfire.
I'm going home as a hero.
Alive... Probably fate...
Colonel Alexander LOBANOV, city SYKTYVKAR
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Alexey VASILENKO, Kostroma city :
And every time people were amazed by the amazing modesty of Nikolai Stepanovich and his wife Sofia Alexandrovna.
But it was they who, in the raging fiery sea of war, managed to remove from Crimea a gigantic cultural value, which, however, also had multi-million dollar cost.
We're talking about art gallery famous artist AIVAZOVSKY.
Two elderly people managed to complete the task national importance !».
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Dear compatriots! Dear readers!
On a glorious day centenary anniversary Soviet Army , and now Day Defender of the Fatherland, I am addressing you as a Russian colonel, a Russian writer, a citizen of a great, powerful country.
The Russian Orthodox army has centuries-old traditions, nurtured by selfless love for the Motherland. We always beat the enemy, no matter how strong or cunning one is. And this is historically beyond any doubt. Policies changed, borders shifted, states emerged. The love for Russia remained unchanged. And the willingness to sacrifice everything for her. The glorious warriors who ever fought, not sparing their lives, on the battlefields for Holy Rus', left us the correct parental genes. To this day, our soldiers perform miracles of courage and heroism, even in conditions where, to put it mildly, it is not customary to talk about them in a prosperous and well-fed consumer society.
We should not forget that state well-being is based primarily on the ability to defend itself. Russia has the right to be proud of its Armed Forces, sons whom she can trust with modern weapons without fear. Traditionally, our society honors its defenders on February 23. Traditionally - men. This is what happened to us as an alternative to a wonderful holiday for the fair half of humanity.
My dears comrades, friends, brothers, associates, sons, grandchildren ! Dear men ! Be worthy of this great title - Defender of the Fatherland. In any civil position, in any position, in any rank.
Homeland is above all! And the Motherland - This is you and me, our families, children, loved ones.
Happy holiday! And may God be with us!
Alexander LOBANOV’s novel “THE HEAVENLY WARRIOR”
published in the third issue of the magazine “FEAT” (March)
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TO DEFENDERS OF THE FATHERLAND: for the 100th anniversary Cheka -KGB - FSB
EDITORIAL OF A LITERARY AND ARTISTIC MAGAZINE « FEAT »
awarded
DIPLOMA Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation
for the BEST WORKS IN THE FIELD OF LITERATURE
Irina DEGTYAREVA (Moscow city ):
The main character is a colonel ERMILOV, already known to readers from novels:
In the new novel Oleg ERMILOV - Department employee military counterintelligence , falls into a whirlpool of coincidences, which, in fact, are quite logical and natural, as Ermilov is convinced of as he moves forward in the investigation step by step. The story of a traitor to the Motherland - senior lieutenant of the Ministry of Defense Alexander PETROV who has taken the path of treason, turns out to be much more complicated than KGB operatives believed in the late seventies, when Petrov was arrested. Ermilov and his colleagues had to re-examine the case of long-past years, and the betrayal of the senior lieutenant began to take on even more sinister shades.
Why did Petrov, who served time for treason and emigrated to the United States, suddenly find his Tsarist masters arrested in America?
Like in a secret service game journalist Olesya Merkulova is involved?
Colonel Ermilov will have to answer all these questions.
« I I'm writing action-packed prose .
What genre is this?
To explain it in a nutshell, action-packed
novel – the complete opposite of “ordinary” life. Important Event or a mysterious crime suddenly turns the life of the main character upside down. He must learn or see something intriguing, get into a serious mess that threatens him or his loved ones. As a result, the hero cannot live as before and must overcome serious obstacles.
So, here is a new book.
Sudden death from alcohol does not deserve the attention of an experienced investigator. There is no reason to suspect malicious intent. But why is the friend of the deceased, Alice, so excited? The girl is most frightened by broken asters. Wherever Alice hides from her own fears, history repeats itself - another “natural” death and broken asters. How long will the chain of mysterious tragedies associated with Alice last? Are they random?
Get to the truth to investigator Elena Petelina » .
Sergey BAKSHEEV,
MOSCOW city
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Knight of four orders"COURAGE"
NOVGORODOV
Alexey Viktorovich
« Dear friends!
Recently I was part of a group of polar explorers, Heroes Soviet Union and Heroes of the Russian Federation visited the North Pole. We installed worship cross and an appeal to the peoples of the world was announced:
« Curse the wars, fascism and terrorism in all their manifestations, drug addiction and destroyers of nature. Be tolerant of each other and vigilant, take care of the world and our common house- planet Earth, given to us by the Creator, especially the Arctic and Antarctic. After all, she is tender like a mother, fragile like ice, strict like a father and does not forgive us everything - irreversible processes in nature and uncontrollable social, political, interethnic and interreligious contradictions in human society may arise, which will lead us to a general catastrophe.
God bless us! The experience of our heroes shows that our people, experiencing the most difficult moments history, wins great victories over the elements, enmity, lack of freedom, evil will. So, seeing these examples, let us learn to win!»
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Mikhail KAZOVSKY:
« Strange connections happen...“- this Pushkin phrase inspired me when I was working on the story “ISLED BY ROMANCE”. Pushkin fell in love with Anna Kern and dedicated lines to her that became classics: “ I remember wonderful moment " Glinka wanted to write a romance based on these poems, but put it off until he himself fell in love with Anna Kern’s daughter, Ekaterina... And who did Ekaterina’s son become, after whom one of the streets of Moscow is named? You will learn about such strange connections by reading the story. I hope it will occupy your imagination for an hour or two during your leisure hours."
READ THE STORY OF MICHAEL KAZOVSKY " ILMED BY ROMANCE"
in "CENTAUR" No. 2 -2017 (MAY)
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« Dear readers!
We live in difficult, but interesting and fateful times. And there are no easy times.
Every person is the whole world , in which there is always a place for both happiness and sorrow.
I wish all its creators to be fulfilled with the sacred meaning of their existence and purpose.
Avoid lightweight pages and fill them with deep inner content: honesty, kindness, justice and mercy.
See you in 2018!»
Alexander TRAPEZNIKOV, Moscow
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THE JOY OF MEETING
In November the publishing house "FEAT" took part in TO Rasnoyarsk I mark to the lower culture ( QUACK). The fair was held at the Sibir International Exhibition Center and at cultural venues in the city, was carried out in partnership with the Government of the Krasnoyarsk Territory and the Administration of the city of Krasnoyarsk . http://prokhorovfund.ru/fund/news/3658/
Magazines “FEAT”, “CENTAUR” and “Detectives “SM” presented our regular contributor Tatiana EFREMOVA.
Krasnoyarsk Book Fair made it possible not only to introduce Siberian readers to the latest issues of our magazines, but also "return" " FEAT" to the reader .
Many people remember our publications very well, but were not sure that " FEAT" was able to survive in the nineties. So tenth , the anniversary fair became the second birth of "FEAT" for Krasnoyarsk readers.
Tatiana EFREMOVA
: «
For me, the participation of the PODVIG publishing house in the Krasnoyarsk book fair was an invaluable opportunity to communicate with readers. And in a very lively, relaxed format. Literally face to face. I am very grateful to Podvig for these wonderful moments. This
quantityI've never signed autographs before. With all my heart I wish my beloved publishing house to “grow” more Siberian readers now!”
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Alexey VASILENKO,
Kostroma city
"Once upon a time, many years ago, on a mountain pass that is located not far from the world-famous village of SPITAC for its incredible volcanic catastrophe, I drove past a low pyramid standing not far from the road, made of almost unprocessed stones. I had passed there before, but I had never tried to find out why this unsightly place was so well-groomed and tidy. Either in a hurry, or in a drowsy state after a long drive... In general, that day I stopped. Came up. I read an inscription that here, in this place, a small detachment of Russian musketeers died (yes, yes, there were such in the Russian army, not nobles in the service of the king, as we used to think at the suggestion of the fat, cheerful Monsieur Dumas, but simple men trained shoot accurately) and a dozen Armenian volunteers. They fought with a corps of six thousand Persian cavalry. This happened in 1804.
There was a mental shock. Just as a stone falling into water creates circles, this monument gave rise to the desire to find out the details of the event and tell people about it. Years passed. I left those lands, and next to the pyramid stood another monument, erected by the new Armenian state. But the circles expanded, I collected details of the era, learned about the campaign of the outstanding Russian military leader Tsitsianov, about the diplomatic battles around Transcaucasia. And I became convinced that in modern Russia they know very little about this and do not remember the hero of Anapa and Ganja at all, hero of the Erivan campaign Tsitsianov, Russian major of French origin Joseph MONTRESOR...
The moment came and it all came out in the form of a novel « Behind the Caucasian Mountains».
The diverging circles gathered again in the book that I bring to your attention. Read. Tell others. Bow to the memory of Montresor and all the little-known Russian heroes
…
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«
The world around us is changing so rapidly,
which is simple
breathtaking. Just a hundred years ago - an insignificant period by historical standards - Russia was an Empire. But the Great October Socialist Revolution broke out and the “prison of nations” turned into the world’s first state of workers and peasants. We built socialism with all its pros and cons. Time passed, the USSR became Russia again. The active construction of a developed, but already capitalism began...
There have been good and bad things in the history of our country: something to be proud of and something to be ashamed to remember.
But you need to remember everything!
« "FEAT" turned ninety
I’ve known him for terrible to say how many years.
Publishing house "FEAT" is not influenced by momentary conjuncture, and, in a certain sense, is a repository of historical memory. I believe everything will be fine, and nothing wouldn't hurtlong-lived publishing house delight your readers with new products !»
Mikhail MIKHAILOV, Moscow
« Dear reader!
He is absolutely ordinary person, who decided to offer his literary vision of historical acts of the past and present.
The plot of the novel is based on real events. However, the author wove into the thread of the narrative heroes who may have existed, but under a different name or in a different guise.
In the first chapters of the novel we meet with the Marquis Pierre de Lamarck, tutor of Nicolas, the illegitimate son of Prince Alafyev. Near death, in 1812 the old prince informed his son about treasures hidden in the French castle of Breze.
Having set out on a search, friends cross all of Europe...
« A hero of our time
» is Igor Odintsov, diver and thrill seeker. He accidentally finds the Dutch brigantine Frois Maria, which sank in 1795. On board it were to be transported cultural values acquired in Amsterdam by Prince Alafyev at the behest of Catherine II. However, in reality, the ship's holds are empty... Igor and his friends are trying to unravel the mystery of the missing treasures.
Anyone who doesn’t take the trouble to turn the pages of my novel will be able to unravel the thread of dynamic intrigue.…
So, let's go, and let our historical voyage be interesting!
As the sailors say, seven feet under keel
!»
Mikhail STARCHIKOV,
Republic of Crimea, city SIMFEROPOL
« Dear readers!
I'm grateful publishing house "FEIT"
for the opportunity to meet you again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I want to congratulate you from the bottom of my heart
Happy VICTORY Day to you!
On this day, more than ever, we feel like one great people. May this feeling last for a long time. We have a worthy past, let our present be happy!
Good health to you, good luck in all your endeavors, have a wonderful, joyful summer!
I hope to see you soon on the pages"FEAT A».
Yours Tatiana EFREMOVA , city Krasnoyarsk
VICTORY in the team competition:
authors of the publishing house "PODVIG" Irina DEGTYAREVA and Ilya DROKANOV were awarded by the FSB
On December 10, at the Cultural Center of the FSB of Russia, awards were presented for best works literature and art about the activities of the federal security service.
FSB Director Alexander BORTNIKOV said in his speech: « It is very important for us to understand the feedback from society and citizens, to know how the Federal Security Service works, how objectively and truthfully this work is shown in the media, literature, and cinema.
».
Winners in the nomination fiction and journalism was announced by the writer Polina DASHKOVA. She noted high level
works. The winner of the 2nd prize (the 1st prize was not awarded) was our regular author, writer Irina DEGTYAREVA.
Irina DEGTYAREVA and Polina DASKOVA at the award ceremony
« I am very grateful to those who helped me, who believed in me, to the Podvig publishing house, which publishes my works. I have always been interested in the topics of patriotism and state security. I perceive the award as an advance for the creation of new literary works », - said the writer.
The award winner was the writer Ilya DROKANOV
Getting a diploma, writer, naval intelligence officer,
said:
“I wrote about intelligence officers and counterintelligence officers who did their duty almost a hundred years ago. I am very glad that this topic was interesting today. The well-known words that without the past there is no future are relevant not only for literature, but also for law enforcement agencies.”
CONGRATULATIONS
Honored Artist of Russia,Goodwill Ambassador Academician Beads KIROV
In our region there is a regional branch of the movement (mainly youth) “Volunteers of Victory”, which won presidential grant to carry out patriotic work. There is a local chapter of this movement in our area that received a share of this grant. The question arose: how to use these funds?
Of course, many events are planned for young people. But it was decided to strengthen ties with veterans, who can help a lot youth center in patriotic work, arrange an interesting trip. It was for the veterans, before sending a large youth group along this route, that a trip to Ostrov and to the Ostrovsky section of the Pskov-Ostrovsky fortified area, part of the so-called Stalin Line, was organized. It was built many years before the war along the then borders of the USSR.
The island is one of most interesting places areas. Ancient. It has probably the best museum of modern art in the region military history our places. It is under the Island that part of the Stalin Line is now, as experts say, “museumified.” That is, it is suitable for inspection and has a number of additional exhibitions (including in a large hangar), which allow you to feel the atmosphere of the battles that took place here at the beginning and end of the Great Patriotic War. This is where the Pechora veterans first headed. They stood silently mass grave, where search engines have already placed 800 remains of soldiers found during search expeditions to battle sites. We went down into the interior of a powerful concrete structure with an upper and two underground floors. This is one of the pillboxes of Stalin's line.
On the Island itself we spent a long time looking at the rich exhibitions of the city museum. Here is one of the best collections of weapons in the North-West. There is a magnificent exhibition of military uniforms and much more. The museum contains a huge amount of material about the Ostrov underground, whose member, Klava Nazarova, was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
It was getting dark, it was time to go home. But many really wanted to look at another famous island landmark - the chain bridge, built with two spans under Nicholas I over the Velikaya River cutting through the city. In the evening light the bridge looked spectacular.
In the pictures:
at a mass grave;
a pillbox (long-term defensive point) with two underground floors;
hangar with equipment from previous years;
part of a large collection of military uniforms;
Suspension bridge in the evening.
S. MARKELOV.
“I had two daughters, and both died: one at the front, the other behind enemy lines,” said E.V. Melikhova, who collected material for this book, Evdokia Fedorovna Nazarova. Sighing, she added: “Now I have many children. They write to me from all over our country..."
These memories of Evdokia Fedorovna were written down shortly before her death.
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Farewell, comrades! Farewell, beloved city! The Red Army will win! We are dying, but millions will come to replace us!..
She was twenty-three years old then.
Books, articles, essays and poems have been written about my Klash. The square where she died is named after her. A monument to her was erected there.
I will tell you about my daughter’s childhood and youth, about those terrible days fascist occupation When the engines of Hitler's tanks and cars roared on the streets of our ancient city, someone else's speech was heard.
My life was not easy. My husband died early, and I was left with two daughters. It was difficult at first: I had to earn money by cleaning and doing laundry. But my daughters grew up and became my assistants. The girls were friendly and weren’t afraid of work. It was always fun in our house. Klasha knew how to cheer up both me and her sister Lelya. Her friends and schoolmates loved her for her cheerful personality, easy-going nature, and responsiveness. It happened that she couldn’t come up with anything! All the neighboring children gathered in the clearing near our house. Favorite games were lapta, Cossack robbers, and ten sticks. In summer, from morning to evening, on the river. We swam until we had goosebumps, forgetting about food.
As Klasha grew up, her summer pastimes included hiking and fishing. The daughter was always surrounded by children, always the center of attention. She loved children very much, took care of them, played with them, told them fairy tales, read books.
She studied diligently at school. In high school I was a pioneer leader. She loved this job very much. She thought about all the events down to the smallest detail: hikes, concerts, excursions, ski trips. But from the outside it seemed that everything was easy for her, it turned out very simply.
It was at school that her artistic talents were revealed. At amateur concerts she sang, danced, and recited. Particularly successful in her program were “General Toptygin” by Nekrasov and the dance “Apple”. She always read “Toptygina” several times, as an encore. The audience admired her ability to convey the character of one or the other through facial expressions or voice. actor: caretaker, Trifopa, simpleton Vanyukha.
Whatever my daughter took on, she did with soul and enthusiasm. One of the great things about Klasha, I think, was her sense of responsibility. In the family, at school, among friends, you could always rely on her in everything. She was respected and loved.
Both in appearance and in character, my daughters bore little resemblance to one another. Lelya, thin, big-eyed, seemed a little withdrawn and stern. Klasha was strong and wore tight braids. Her gaze always radiated enthusiasm, and everything about her breathed with energy. What brought the daughters together was the desire to fulfill their plans, no matter what strength was required for this.
Klasha has been fond of sports since childhood. In running, swimming, playing volleyball, and skiing, she had no equal among the island girls. In 1939 she entered the Leningrad Physical Education Institute. Studying was easy for her, although tedious training took a lot of time. Could she really stay away from public life? Her student friends told me that in the group where my daughter was elected as a Komsomol organizer, the meetings were interesting and life was in full swing. On Sundays, students visited museums and theaters. Klashin's favorite theater was the opera house.
Unfortunately, Klasha did not study at the institute for long. My health deteriorated sharply - the girls decided that I should no longer work. Klasha returned to Ostrov and became a senior pioneer leader at her home school.
Teachers and former students of the school still remember what a sensitive, talented teacher my daughter was. Without having a special teacher education, she could always captivate the guys and organize things in such a way that the result exceeded all expectations.
It was at that time that Klasha developed new sports hobbies - shooting and equestrianism. Besides, she really loved skiing.
In January or February 1940, the pioneers went on a ski trip to Lake Gorokhovoe. They walked easily and cheerfully after their leader. Rising behind the forest high mountain. The guys climbed it with difficulty. But where is the ski track? During the night, drifting snow covered it. It is not easy to lay a new one on virgin soil. And then there is a steep descent. But don't go back! Who's first? Klasha, pushing strongly with her sticks, rushed down. And before the snowstorm had time to subside, all the guys rushed after her. However, the main misfortune was ahead. Klasha wanted to return home before dark. We had to hurry. And then, unfortunately, one of the pioneers fell behind. Everyone got excited. Finally a straggler appeared. The boy broke his ski and was very tired, catching up with the squad. What should we do now? But Klasha found a way out:
Take my skis, and I'll limp along on yours...
Dusk had not yet turned into night when the guys returned to the city.
The authority of Klasha, a leader, a friend, a senior comrade, was great among both the pioneers and Komsomol graduates. I think that my daughter had a significant influence on the formation of the personality of those young men who, with rifles in their hands, covered the withdrawal of our troops from the city in the summer of 1941. It was these Komsomol members who remained in the city who later became members of the underground organization, the founder and leader of which was my daughter.
The Nazis entered the city on July 4, 1941. I didn’t have time to evacuate, although Klasha made a lot of efforts to send me with a column of refugees to my relatives in the Soshikhinsky district. The column was shot down by German planes. It took almost two days for me and Oleg Serebrennikov, Klashin’s friend, to get back. If it weren’t for this young man, I would have died somewhere in a field from fear and weakness.
I knew that my daughter had to go with the fighter squad that was created on the Island in the first days of the war. Imagine my surprise when Klasha met me at the door of our house. We ran to each other with tears.
Daughter! Why are you in the city?
It happened so, mom...
Frightened by my sickly appearance, my daughter immediately began to undress me and put me to bed. Tired from what I had done, I fell asleep and got up only in the evening. Klasha was not at home. Around twelve o'clock at night I finally heard the familiar turning of the key in the lock.
Where have you been, daughter? Why was it so late? Why haven’t I changed my mind! After all, patrols go around the city.
Don't worry, mommy. And don't ask anything. There will be no trouble with me: you know, I’m lucky.
Already going to bed, Klasha told me how the extermination squad left the Island in battle. During the shootout, a Komsomol member from the Kla-Ship school was wounded. I forgot his last name - either Smelkov or Strelkov. Klasha was next to him. While she was bandaging his wound, the party went far away. It was not in Klashin’s character to abandon someone in trouble. And there was no question of catching up with the detachment: the young man had lost a lot of blood and was exhausted. Klasha helped the wounded man get to his relatives' house. And then night came. It was impossible to get out of the city. And she had to stay on the Island.
It took me a long time to gain strength after my illness. In order not to disturb me, my daughter did not tell me what she was doing, where she was going, or who she was meeting with. But I felt with my maternal heart that Klasha had begun some important, serious and very dangerous work.
It's an alarming time. Lelya was at the front. How do you know if she is alive and well? Sometimes my nerves couldn’t stand it: I couldn’t stop crying. Then Klava sat next to me, hugged me, found some quiet, affectionate words, and I calmed down.
While still at school, Klasha was friends with a wonderful girl, Mila Filippova. Smart, well-read, Mila was the first singer and dancer in the company of young people. I remember how fervently he and Klasha danced “Apple.” It was a wonderful number. At one time, Mila worked as a proofreader in a regional newspaper, then she became an instructor for the district Komsomol committee. When the war began, Mila already had a three-year-old daughter.
I was so happy when Mila started visiting us again. But it seemed strange to me that the girls were always talking about something in a low voice. When I entered the room, they fell silent or suddenly began to deliberately loudly discuss city news: so-and-so was arrested, so-and-so went to serve in the police. I joined the conversation, but felt that I was disturbing them. After sitting for a while, I left.
One evening (I think it was at the end of August) Klasha said to me:
Tomorrow my friends will come to us. You know them all, Mommy. We want to dance and sing.
Okay, daughter, do as you see fit. But now is not the time for fun. What will the neighbors think!
Well, let them decide that this is a party. That's even better...
I remember I cooked some potatoes then. I put cucumbers, cabbage, and apples on the table. Klasha started the gramophone: she’s waiting for her friends. Here they are - all tenth graders from the Klashina school: Leva Sudakov, my savior Oleg Serebrennikov, Sasha Mitrofanov. I didn’t see Sasha from the lot. After finishing school, he went to Leningrad to enroll in military school, but, as I knew, he was late and returned to the Island. Mila Filippova also came. Slender, beautiful. She looked at everyone and said:
Get started, Klava. The guys, of course, know that we are not here to dance...
I left the room and sat on a bench near the house. How many times have I sat here on summer evenings? I changed my mind so many times. But never was my heart as anxious as on that August evening. I understood that my daughter was starting some kind of new life, that now she, these boys, her former pupils, Mila Filippova, were connected by the same thoughts, a common goal, a common cause. But what a terrible and heavy burden she took upon herself! After all, she is now responsible for them, for their future...
The Komsomol members left us one by one. For some reason Mila was delayed. When I entered the room, she hugged me:
Evdokia Fedorovna, dear, I understand how worried you are about Klava, about us. Take care of yourself. No need to worry...
What could I answer her? What should I have told Klasha?.. I asked them for one thing: be careful, take care of yourself, have pity on us, your mothers.
From that meeting, the underground Komsomol organization in the city of Ostrov began its work.
I, of course, was not privy to the details of this work. I learned most of the names of the members of the organization, which soon grew to several dozen people, after the war. But many events took place before my eyes. The leadership core of young underground workers gathered in our house. The guys copied the leaflets that Klasha and Mila had written. Then they pasted them over the German orders and instructions. Often the leaflets were extremely short: “Death to the German invaders! Victory will be ours!” These appeal leaflets greatly annoyed the occupation authorities. And they convinced the inhabitants of the Island that the Nazis would not be able to turn Soviet people into obedient slaves, that there will be no rest for enemies on our land.
Later, Klasha and her friends copied and distributed leaflets that were dropped by the pilots of our planes. And they brought me into this business. I gave leaflets to reliable people or discreetly slipped them into peasant carts and baskets at the market.
And then the Ostrov Komsomol members established contact with the partisan command. The underground carried out a number of operations on instructions from the partisans. Komsomol members provided significant assistance to the people's avengers, obtaining rifles for them. This was a very dangerous matter: after all, the Germans immediately shot everyone who was found with a weapon. But Klashin’s friends acted boldly and carefully.
The first to begin collecting weapons were young people from the village of Ryadobzha - Kostya Dmitriev, Kolya Mikhailov and Nyura Ivanova. Soon Komsomol member Sasha Kozlovsky, whose parents lived in the village of Nogino, met them. Sasha told Klash about this group of “gunsmiths”. On her advice, Kozlovsky established contact with the partisans and agreed on how to transfer to them the grenades, rifles and cartridges that the guys picked up at the battlefields.
There were cases when underground members supplied weapons to prisoners of war, helped them escape from the camp to join a partisan detachment or cross the front line.
Soon groups of “gunsmiths” were created in the villages of Garai and Glushni.
True, it didn’t take the guys very long to collect weapons. They picked up everything that could be found in the fields and forests. It was necessary to look for other ways to help the partisans, to save young people from being taken into fascist slavery, to conduct explanatory work among the population, and to harm the invaders with all our might.
The underground organization collected information about the movement of trains along railway, about the location of military facilities in the Island and its surroundings. The guys passed on to the partisans the information they had discovered about the deployment German units and punitive detachments in the villages of the Ostrovsky district. The underground disrupted propaganda events carried out by the occupation authorities. So, on the posters informing residents about the next Hitler action movie, they wrote: “We don’t want to watch these films. Our Red Army will come soon - we’ll watch Soviet films!” Komsomol members tore down German movie posters.
I remember one evening Leva Sudakov came to us: his face was covered in soot, his coat was burned in many places.
Leva, you can’t escape the fire! - I was scared.
Klasha rushed to him:
Well?.. Did it work?.. You’re great!..
As it turned out, Leva set fire to a warehouse where fascist film products were located. All enemy propaganda films were burned. And Leva himself put out the fire so diligently that he received the praise of a German officer.
This action was successful because Sudakov had access to the warehouse. He worked there first as an electrician, and then as a projectionist. It was not without reason that Klasha demanded that members of the underground organization find work for themselves with the Germans. This was the only way to obtain valuable information for the partisan command and inflict significant damage on the occupiers.
Sasha Kozlovsky reluctantly joined the police. He got a job as a guard in the camp that the Germans created in the former Simansky monastery. Nyura Ivanova went to work here, in the camp office. The camp was a kind of transit point where all those whom the Germans wanted to send to Germany were kept.
The underground decided to save the young men and women from being taken into slavery. The Komsomol members got moonshine somewhere, and Sasha arranged a drinking party for the camp guards. The policemen drank without hesitation. When it was necessary to line up the column to go to the station, many of the guards could barely stand on their feet. I had to load them into the cart. When the column approached the city, the police, as they say, were no longer in trouble. It was impossible to delay any longer. Sasha walked along the column, saying:
Run away!.. Yes, quickly!.. And in different directions!..
Thus, almost in full view of the entire city, hundreds of our young men and women were saved from German captivity.
The underground members prudently destroyed all lists of those to be sent to Germany. This was done by Egor Ivanova. Sasha Kozlovsky helped her.
After this, Sasha no longer enjoyed the former trust of the police department. He was being followed. And he decided not to take unnecessary risks. Under the pretext that he needed to be with his sick parents, who live in the village of Nogino, Kozlovsky resigned from the police.
Nyura Ivanova also left her service in the camp office. On instructions from the underground, she got a job in the military highway department. Here the girl obtained information about the movement of enemy troops, plans for repairing bridges and other objects. The data she collected was transmitted to the headquarters of the partisan brigade, which drew appropriate conclusions from them about the expected movement of enemy mechanized units and the concentration of troops.
I don’t know whether Klasha delivered a message to the partisans that an inspection trip of some German general was planned, or whether they learned about it through someone else, and only the partisans captured this general. Nyura Ivanova obtained this information about which road he should take, how many guards he would have with him.
Nyura did not work for the road department for long. From there she went to serve in the field office of one of the rear units of the 16th German army. This unit was mainly engaged in protecting communications and fighting against partisans. The intelligence that the Komsomol managed to obtain was greatly valued by the partisan command: it contained information about upcoming punitive operations, about weapons depots, about the number of garrisons at railway stations in large populated areas in the south of the Leningrad region.
Lyudmila Filippova worked as a waitress in the officers' mess. She knew a little German and understood the conversations that took place at the tables. In addition, she could determine by uniform and military insignia which units were on the Island, the quartermasters of which units had arrived in the city, and, consequently, which units were on the march. She told Klava about her observations, and she most often passed them on to the headquarters of the 3rd Partisan Brigade through Sasha Kozlovsky.
Klasha herself was working in a sewing workshop at that time. It was a convenient place for meetings with underground workers and for appearances. In our house such meetings were rarely held. The guys most often gathered at Oleg Serebrennikov's, and sometimes at Mila Filippova's. A convenient occasion for the meeting was an amateur club, which was organized by teacher Soshalskaya with the knowledge of the German authorities.
It seems that in September 1941, my daughter and Sasha Kozlovsky visited a partisan detachment. Klasha didn’t tell me anything about this. She only said that she walked around the villages, hoping to buy potatoes or flour, but to no avail: they don’t sell anything for money - only in exchange for things. But I guessed that she wasn’t leaving home to buy groceries. Apparently, the partisan commanders told her how the underground group should operate, with whom to keep in touch, and what information to obtain in the near future.
Soon Komsomol members set fire to the building high school No. 1, where a large police unit was located, which was supposed to participate in punitive operations.
Klashin's friends and assistants took out forms of German passports and other documents needed by partisan and army intelligence officers. In addition, false passports were given to Soviet prisoners of war who escaped from the camp.
I remember Klasha once asked me if we had any of our father’s things left. In the chest I kept my late husband’s suit, shirts, and coats. They were dear to me as a memory. And it was impossible not to think about a rainy day. I hoped to exchange bread for things.
“Now is a rainy day,” my daughter told me in response to this. “You just need to think not about yourself, but about those who need our help.”
I didn't argue:
Take it as you see fit.
Klasha gave the clothes to two Soviet captured commanders who were planning to escape from the camp infirmary. She provided them with food for the road and explained how to find the partisans.
Much later I found out who my Klasha saved. It was pilot Ivan Stepanovich Balkov and medical worker Arkhip Terentyevich Alexandrov.
Gradually, experience was accumulated in preparing and organizing the escape of prisoners of war from the hospital. The underground workers were helped by doctor Anastasia Ivanovna Serebrennikova, Oleg’s mother. Through her they handed over civilian clothes for the prisoners and agreed on a meeting place for them with the guide. Usually it was Sasha Kozlovsky. He led more than one group of fugitives from fascist captivity across the front line and sent more than one group of fugitives from fascist captivity to the partisans.
Having established contact with the partisan headquarters, the underground organization began to more systematically collect military information. Friends mined clashins secret documents, monitored the movement of military units and warehouses. They drew up and handed over to the partisan command several plans for military installations in the city of Ostrov and its environs. In addition, they managed to steal an important operational plan from the headquarters of one German unit. This was done by intelligence officer Nina Berejito.
Komsomol members informed the partisans that there was a large oil depot near the Ostrov station. And a day or two later, Soviet planes arrived and bombed it. People in the city talked for a long time about this raid, admiring how accurately our pilots dropped the bombs - as if someone had shown them the target. Later, a train with shells that was standing on the station tracks was blown up...
Sasha Kozlovsky did not come to us for more than a month.
Why didn’t you say anything about yourself? Where were you? - Klasha asked him sternly when he finally appeared.
It turns out that Sasha came from a partisan detachment. He took part in a reconnaissance raid and was wounded in the arm. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit the bone.
How are you feeling? “Can you complete one very difficult task?” asked Klasha.
The hand works. Therefore, there is no reason to refuse the assignment.
I didn't expect any other answer from you. Come to the workshop tomorrow an hour before closing...
It was September 1942.
In the city and in the villages German orders appeared, each more strict than the other. For sheltering partisans - death! For helping them with food or clothing - death! For disobedience to authorities - death! Announcements were posted in Ostrov and in the villages: “Whoever neutralizes the partisans or finds out their exact location, helping military units catch them, will be awarded by the field commandant’s office in Ostrov with a large monetary reward, and, if desired, with livestock and land.”
Extreme caution was required from the underground workers. Klasha and her comrades understood this.. And yet... On that September evening, when Klasha scheduled Sasha Kozlovsky to appear in the workshop, the underground members discussed the text of the letter to the soldiers of the Red Army. It was written by Leva Sudakov. It spoke of the firmness of spirit of the patriots who found themselves in temporarily occupied territory, and that the enemy would increasingly experience the power of hatred of the Soviet people every day. It was a letter-oath, a letter-report on the military actions of the Ostrov underground fighters. It ended with the following words: “We take an oath and we will keep our word. We are not afraid of the gallows or death. We serve the Motherland!” Many members of the Klashina group were present at the meeting of the underground workers. They decided that the letter would be delivered behind the front line by Sasha Kozlovsky, a brave scout and experienced spy who had walked around the front lines more than once. In addition to the letter, he had to hand over to the Soviet command forms of German passports, newspapers published by the occupation authorities, and a diagram of the location of military facilities and anti-aircraft batteries in Ostrov.
Eva Khaikina, who was hiding from the Nazis, and prisoners of war Voronov and Ovchinnikov went with Sasha. Near Demyansk, Sasha Kozlovsky’s group ran into an ambush. A shootout ensued. Enemies surrounded the brave men, asking them to surrender. Sasha Kozlovsky blew himself up with the last grenade. The seriously wounded Eva Khaikina, with her weakening hand, managed to bring the poison to her mouth and swallowed it. Ovchinnikov and Voronov were taken by punitive forces and brought to the Ostrov prison.
And then the arrests began. The Gestapo arrested those who were at the group's farewell in the village of Nogino: Klasha, Nyura Ivanova, Kostya Dmitriev, Kolya Mikhailov and the parents of Sasha Kozlovsky. They were betrayed by a traitor. Who is he? One can only guess about this.
They put me in prison too. They interrogated. Everyone wanted to find out whether Klasha was connected with the partisans and who helped her. The interrogations were conducted by the head of the 822nd Field Commandant's Office, Karl Sasse. This fierce beast beat me. But I was silent. In the end they had to release me from prison.
During my meetings with Klasha, I learned that she was tortured especially cruelly. However, the enemies could not break my daughter's will.
Mom, don't worry. We must be released,” she said, although she knew that this would not happen. Exhausted by torture, insomnia, and hunger, she still found words of consolation for me. On our last date, Klasha asked me to bring her a mirror. Apparently, she knew that her enemies would stage a public execution, and did not want the inhabitants of the Island to see her broken. Or maybe, by asking for a mirror, she thought to assure me that everything was fine and that her life would be spared.
On December 12, 1942, in the city square, where the Nazis herded hundreds of residents, my daughter Klasha and Nyura Ivanova were executed. The Nazis brought other people sentenced to death to this terrible spectacle: the parents of Sasha Kozlovsky, Dmitriev and Mikhailov. Nadezhda Dmitrievna and Nikolai Semenovich were executed in the village of Nogino, Kostya Dmitriev and Kolya Mikhailov in their home village of Ryadobzhe.
Only three days later the Nazis allowed me to bury my daughter. The Nazis thought that only her friends and relatives would attend the funeral, but many people came to see her off at the cemetery. Residents of the Island were not afraid of the threats of the police.
After Klasha's execution, her comrades did not stop fighting. The underground workers were now led by Lyudmila Filippova. They distributed among the population reports from the Soviet Information Bureau, as well as leaflets telling about the situation at the fronts and containing calls not to obey the invaders, to harm them as much as possible. The underground fighters obtained information for the partisans and the command of the Leningrad Front about the movement of trains and the location of fascist military formations. Oleg Serebrennikov blew up a transformer box through which current was supplied from the power plant of the sawmill to the barracks and military repair shops in Ostrov. The Nazis had to spend five days restoring the transformers.
Sasha, Oleg, Leva Sudakov, Mila Filippova and Soviet intelligence officer Zoya Kruglova (Bajger), through whom Mila’s group maintained contact with the command of our army, were shot by the Nazis on September 9, 1943 in the forest, not far from Ostrov.
They lived their short lives valiantly.
My daughter was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Her name, like the names of all the glorious fighters for the freedom of our Motherland, remained forever in the people's memory.
Scenario
events, dedicated to the Day In memory of the Ostrovsky underground workers.
1 slide. Trinity Cathedral, monument to K. Nazarova, school No. 1.
Presenter 1
Attention! Ceremonial event, dedicated to the Day of Remembrance of the Ostrov Komsomol members of the underground, please consider it open.
Anthem of the Russian Federation
Presenter 2
2,3,4,5 slide.
Boys and girls of the 40s... They dreamed about the same thing that you young people dream about now beginning of the XXI century. They also loved and were friends, they strived to finish school quickly, get an interesting profession, become real Soviet people. In June 1941, the last school bell rang for many of them.
The longest day of the year
With its cloudless weather
He gave us a common misfortune
For everything, for all four years.
Four years... During this period
The war contained so much grief,
What if we merged it into one stream?
And blood, and tears, there would be a sea...
Presenter 1
6 slide.
After 2 weeks. On July 6, 1941, after long and fierce battles, the city of Ostrov was captured by the Nazis. And every islander, young and old, learned what the new order was.
Slide 7
From the very first days of the occupation, orders and regulations appeared on fences and special billboards that determined life in the city.
“For disobedience – execution.”
“For disobedience – execution”
“For violating order – death.”
Presenter 2
8 slide.
The German command ordered the newly appointed commandant of the city: “There must be perfect order and tranquility in the Island!”
But there was no peace for the invaders.
From the first days of the occupation, the Ostrov Young Guards made themselves known. First, anti-fascist leaflets appeared on the walls of houses, then sabotage began: a train crash with German soldiers, the arson of a sawmill and a school building that housed a police unit, an explosion of a transformer substation and much more.
Presenter 1
Slide 9
All attempts to find “violators of the new order” did not yield results. The riots were caused by recent schoolchildren.
The underground organization was headed by the former pioneer leader of school No. 1 named after V.I. Lenin - Klavdiya Ivanovna Nazarova.
Presenter 2
Before the war, Klava Nazarova was a member of the Ostrovsky district Komsomol committee. Cheerful and sociable, she enjoyed great authority among young people. It was bitter for the girl to see German soldiers marching through the streets of her hometown.
10 slide.
“We need to fight,” Klava decided. At night she could not sleep for a long time, thinking: “Which of her close comrades would dare to go next to a mortal battle? Of course, my friend Mila, the nice, devoted boys Oleg, Sasha, Leva... Boys? They are already young men, they all have 10 grades behind them.”
Presenter 1
11 slide.
In one of July days in the small house of the Nazarovs, on the bank of the Velikaya River, Klava Nazarova, Mila Filippova, Oleg Serebrennikov, Leva Sudakov, Sasha Mitrofanov gathered. At this first secret meeting, the guys came to the decision to create an underground Komsomol organization in Ostrov.
12 slide. Soon Sasha Kozlovsky and Anya Ivanova, Kostya Dmitriev and Kolya Mikhailov, Pavel Kornylyev and Ivan Panfilov began to participate in the work of the underground.
Presenter 2
Slide 13
Komsomol members began their underground work by collecting weapons and distributing leaflets. Then, on Klava’s instructions, many Komsomol members got jobs in fascist institutions.
Slide 14
Mila Filippova began working in the officers' canteen. Waitressing is an opportunity to get a night pass. The girl’s journey home was long and strange, and in the morning next day Islanders read leaflets posted around the city about the defeat of the Nazis near Moscow.
Klava Nazarova got a job as a nurse at a city hospital and received free access to the hospital. Soon, several Soviet prisoners of war successfully escaped from the hospital.
Presenter 1
In Berezhany, where the Nazis had previously created a cordoned off barbed wire a point where young people who wanted to be taken to Germany were kept. Sasha Kozlovsky and Anya Ivanova, who worked there, managed to save dozens of young men and women.
For more than a year, the Nazis could not pick up the trail of the underground fighters. The disaster occurred in the fall of 1942. The group led by Kozlovsky was supposed to cross the front line. A Jewish girl and two prisoners of war were to be transported from the occupied territory.
Presenter 2.
They were already far from home, almost at their goal, when they encountered a squad of punitive forces. A shootout began. The enemies managed to surround the group. Kozlovsky fought back to the last bullet and threw the last grenade at the feet of himself and the running punishers. Eva Khaikina was seriously wounded, but managed to take the poison. Former prisoners of war Voronov and Ovchinnikov surrendered again. After some time they were brought to the Island.
Presenter 1
Arrests soon began. On November 7, the Gestapo arrested Klava Nazarova and her mother. Kozlovsky's parents, Kolya Mikhailov and Kostya Dmitriev, Anya Ivanova, were arrested. They arrested everyone whom Voronov and Ovchinnikov saw in the Kozlovskys’ house. Those arrested did not hand over anyone, so the Nazis did not learn anything about those who remained free.
Presenter 2. The Germans set themselves the goal of intimidating the islanders and breaking down any resistance to the new order. December 12, 1942 in the city square, in the presence of a huge crowd of people driven here, the executioners staged a demonstration execution: Klava Nazarova, Anya Ivanova and former prisoners of war Voronov and Ovchinnikov were hanged right there in the square. All this happened in front of the other four arrested. Death awaited them too.
Presenter 1
White frost freezes on the omelet,
The blizzard covered all the roads.
The girl stands on the scaffold
Like the fire of immortality, light.
The guard at the foot of the scaffold,
The callous clang of iron, a woman’s cry...
The shoulder work has begun -
The executioner stood next to the martyr.
And she is beaten, barefoot,
Barely alive from immortal torment,
The proud straightness straightened.
A dead tourniquet squeezes my neck tighter,
But in the harsh predawn hour,
The executioners cannot hide the horror
In the pools of empty and dead eyes.
Through human sorrows and troubles,
That they weighed heavily on my heart,
Golden glow of victory
The girl saw in the distance.
Presenter 2
On August 20, 1945, by Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR for the courage shown in the fight against German fascist invaders K.I. Nazarova was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
On May 10, 1965, by Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, the Order of the Great Patriotic War 1st degree awarded:
¶ Filippova Lyudmila Ivanovna
¶ Serebrennikov Oleg Alexandrovich
¶ Sudakov Lev Guryevich
¶ Mitrofanov Alexander Ivanovich
¶ Kruglova Zoya Grigorievna
Orders of the Great Patriotic War, 2nd degree, were awarded to:
¶ Kozlovsky Alexander Nikolaevich
¶ Ivanova Anna Ivanovna
¶ Dmitriev Konstantin Alekseevich
¶ Mikhailov Nikolay Pavlovich
¶ Kornylyev Pavel Pavlovich
¶ Panfilov Ivan Ivanovich
A minute of silence.
Presenter 1.
At the end of 1959, the pioneers of Ostrovsk School No. 5, where K.I. studied and worked. Nazarov, made an appeal to start collecting funds for the construction of the monument. The pioneers of the Pskov region and other regions and republics of our country made contributions to a special current account opened in the bank.
The author of the monument to K.I. Nazarova is the Leningrad sculptor I.A. Strakhov, Moscow architects V.A. Bubnovsky and P.S. Butenko. The monument was made in the city of Mytishchi, Moscow region, by a team of artistic casting carvers under the leadership of N.A. Nosova. The monument is made of gray granite. There is an inscription on it:
"To the Hero of the Soviet Union, the leader of the Ostrov Komsomol group, senior pioneer leader K.I. Nazarova /I918 - 1942/ from the pioneers and youth."
On June 10, 1964, the city square named after the Victims of the Revolution, where the monument was erected, was renamed Klava Nazarova Square.
Presenter 2
We remember, we honor with a low bow
Everyone who did not survive the war -
And those who went into obelisks,
And those who have no graves at all.
Tens of years have passed between us,
The war is history.
We are in the heart with eternal words
We write the names of the dead.
We, who have lived to see these days,
The memory of the past will not die:
While we honor those who died for Rus',
How immortal are our people!
Attention! Please consider the ceremonial event dedicated to the Day of Remembrance of Ostrovsky Komsomol underground members closed...
Anthem of the Russian Federation
Photo of Ostrovsk Central District Library
Many Ostrovsky underground fighters were awarded government awards for courage and heroism shown in the fight against the enemy, and Klavdia Nazarova was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
The Day of Remembrance of the Ostrov underground workers was celebrated on September 9 in the city of Ostrov. IN district library At the thematic exhibition there was a conversation-presentation dedicated to the heroes. The institution reported this to the “My Island” portal.
Also, according to tradition, on this day, representatives of children's and youth organizations and associations of the city make a march to the place of death of underground fighters in the Tishinsky forest, and a rally is held at the obelisk.
“The glorious pages of the military history of the city of Ostrov, its heroes are alive in the memory of the people, in the names of streets and squares, schools. The feat of the brave Ostrov Young Guards Klava Nazarova and Anna Ivanova. Mila Filippova, Oleg Serebrennikov, Lev Sudakov, Alexander Mitrofanov became a symbol of courage and heroism, love for the Motherland and hometown Island,” noted the event organizers.
An underground patriotic youth group operated in the city of Ostrov during its occupation by Nazi troops (1941 - 1944). The leader is Klava Nazarova, who before the war worked as a senior pioneer leader at school No. 5, a member of the district Komsomol committee. Underground members, on instructions from their leader, got jobs in various occupation authorities. They organized sabotage, helped young islanders avoid being deported to hard labor in Germany, collected valuable information about the deployment and movement of Nazi units and passed on information to the partisans. At the end of 1942, many of the underground workers were arrested and executed, including K. Nazarova, A. Ivanova, K. Dmitriev, N. Mikhailov. However, the group continued to operate; it was headed by Komsomol member Lyudmila Filippova.
In August 1943, the underground members were arrested by the Nazis and tortured, and then executed in the Tishensky forest, seven kilometers from the Ostrov-Palkino highway. Nowadays there is a memorial plaque with the inscription: “Here on September 9, 1943, members of the underground Komsomol organization in Ostrov were shot by the Nazi invaders: Lyudmila Filippova, Oleg Serebrennikov, Lev Sudakov, Alexander Mitrofanov and the brave Soviet intelligence officer Zoya Kruglova. Eternal glory to the heroes who died for the freedom and independence of our Motherland.”
In April of the same year, a reconnaissance group consisting of resident Vladimir Slepnev (Alferov) (pseudonym Sidorov) and radio operator Nikolai Presnyakov was landed behind the fascist German troops occupying the Island. They also led the Ostrov underground, which operated until March 5, 1944, when the front approached the Ostrov.
Many Ostrovsky underground fighters were awarded government awards for courage and heroism shown in the fight against the enemy, and Klavdia Nazarova was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
