The guys write about the war

COMBINE YOUR EFFORTS

Every year I come in the summer to the Leningrad region, in a small village of Terebonizh. Once it was a big one, a hundred and twenty houses, a village, but after the war they survived only sixteen. The Fascists hosted only forty-three days in Terebonizh, and how much grief and suffering they brought to every family! Before their retreat, the Nazis burnt the village. ..

But not only because of this, our family remembers the war.

Aunt Marusya and Aunt Zhenya were nurses, one of them did not return from the front. The brother of my grandfather Fyodor Mikhailovich Khlyamkov is in Novgorod's brotherly grave. From the first to the last day of the war, fighting at the front, came to Berlin, Grisha's grandfather and Uncle Kolya. They remember the victory at what price. My grandmother's sister suffered a blockade in Leningrad. From hunger her little daughter died. The victory was not waited for and Sasha's grandmother. ..

Twenty million dead call for "Protect the world!" But there is still on the land of the country where war is not the past, but the present.

When I was vacationing in Artek, I saw a little boy there, whose fate was crippled by the war. He came from Lebanon. In its people, the Zionists want to take their fatherland away, brutally massacre the occupied territories with innocent people. They also cracked down on Ahmed's relatives-this is the name of the boy. He was the only one left from the big happy family. I do not know all the facts of his life, but I know that Ahmed decided to take revenge on the executioners for the death of their loved ones. With weapons in his hands( and he is hardly more than twelve) he fought bravely at the front. No, do not think that these are just high, beautiful words. Ahmed has a deep scar from the Zionist bullet on his leg. It was painful to look at him - a small, curly boy, apparently not standing out among other children, except that he was noticeably limping on one leg. There is, however, another distinguishing feature in the guise of Ahmed, and all the Palestinian children, - a sad, not so typical twelve-year-old look.

And another example from Artek life. On the final holiday, an Afghan youth performed in front of which a microphone was held. He could not keep him. .. lost both hands.

This young man was literate and shared his knowledge with his fellow villagers. Once, in a peaceful village, the dushmans appeared. A young teacher with several residents steadfastly defended the school from the rout, but the forces proved too unequal. School gangsters burned, but with its defenders straightened. They only cracked down because they wanted to learn, wanted peace in their land and hated war.

So can we sit back, not fight for peace, when the memory of the Second World War lives in us, when children have to take automatic weapons in their hands, and strong, healthy young men become cripples? Of course not! Let us unite our efforts in the fight against war! Let's all vote for peace!

Vladimir Khlyamko, 8th grade, Kozhvinskaya secondary school,

Komi ASSR

UNDER THE ROOF OF THE MOTHER'S HOUSE

What does the word "peace" mean? The world is the universe. The world is the absence of organized armed struggle between states. The world is in harmony with the family. What kind of world do I vote for?

Every person has a genealogical tree. I was not looking for noble wealthy ancestors in my "tree", but I just decided to think about the life of the representatives of our surname in the male line, who live to this day. Why only for men? Because from time immemorial the man was the main breadwinner and protector of the family. Who are we, Guzevs?

There are five of us men in the family. Guzev Vladimir Naumovich is my grandfather. He is 75 years old. He is a participant of the Great Patriotic War. Even earlier he served on the border. Spent on his truck all of Central Asia. He fought since September 1941.Passed from Kursk to Berlin. For the Kursk Bulge awarded the Order of the Red Star. World grandfather won the expensive price - the loss of fighting friends. He returned to his homeland in 1945.Crop failure. However, no matter how difficult it was for the country, the state helped the soldiers. Grandfather gave the forest for the construction of the house. I was glad that the house was a good one. Sentenced: "And the grandchildren will get."

Strict grandfather, does not like to talk much, even about the war. But there is at it a box, in it - medals, awards, old photos of friends. When he takes it out, he says: "There should not be war, granddaughter, it's scary."

My father, Anatoly Guzev, is the owner of the most peaceful profession. He is a builder and finisher, he is 48 years old. From these forty-eight years my father spent 22 years in Mangyshlak. I came here when the contours of the future city were still being marked. All the schools, including ours, the Abay Palace of Culture, the Yubileiny cinema, the department store, pedestals to the monuments to Lenin, TG Shevchenko, and many dwelling houses were dismantled and put into operation. I'm writing and walking along the streets - wide, beautiful. No, it is impossible even to imagine funnels from bombs on the site of the Victory Boulevard, on the site of the Abai Palace - piles, concrete, ruins. For peaceful work, the father was awarded the Order of the Badge of Honor, the medal "For Valiant Labor."He is a five-year-old drummer. He loves the city very much. This city is his.

Guzev Vladimir Anatolyevich is my brother. He is 25 years old. Lives and works in Kamchatka. He is looking for oil for the country. Five months a year he lives in a tent, in winter he skis for 35 kilometers, with instruments on his back. He writes letters about the beauty of the ocean, the severe Kamchatka taiga. He also needs peace.

There are two more Guzevs - I and my nephew Guzev Anatoly Vladimirovich, or just Tolik. We do not yet have a profession. Last summer they helped to cover the roof in the grandfather's house. Grandfather was happy: "All Guzev's men have gathered. Okay, work hard. There will be no war, the house will stand for a hundred years and go over great-grandchildren. "

We like to gather under the roof of this house. Let

be a grandfather's house, let the father's city in the Caspian, let Volodya find oil or something, let me get a profession. Let there be peace in the world!

Dmitry Gusev, 8th grade of Shevchenko school No. 2

THE GREAT MEMORY OF

There is no such Soviet family that would not be affected by the war. And my grandparents also took an active part in defending the gains of October. Ivan Tarasovich and Sofya Iosifovna Prikhodko were masters of the secret apartment of the legendary Soviet intelligence officer Hero of the Soviet Union Nikolai Kuznetsov, as well as the scouts of the partisan detachment "Winners" commanded by D. Medvedev, Hero of the Soviet Union.

Grandmother still remembers the difficult days spent in occupied Rovno, tells about his fighting friends, dead and alive. Remembering, for example, Kuznetsova, she told me that then in their apartment the windows were always kept open - this was an emergency exit. Once it happened that the grandmother with three young children had to leave the place of emergency and make their way to the partisan detachment. This event will forever remain in the memory of our family a black page. On the way, my grandmother buried her twins, her father's brothers.

When I come to my grandparents in Rovno, we together go to the monument to NI Kuznetsov, and then we go to Zdolbunov, a suburb of Rivne. There is a monument to my great-uncle - Nikolai Tarasovich Prikhodko. He died heroically, fulfilling the command of the command. There is also a museum where documents, photos, memories of friends about the life of Hero of the Soviet Union N.T. Prikhodko, about all our partisan dynasty are collected.

Honestly passed the way of the soldier and my second grandfather - Nikolai Viktorovich. I worked in hospitals during the war, not one life was saved by my second grandmother - Julia Andreevna, after which my sister was named. Grandmother was awarded medals for her work. And her brother fell a heavy military road. He passed from Stalingrad to Berlin. For feats of arms awarded many orders and medals, was a participant in the meeting with the allies on the Elbe.

The grave of another grandmother, who died a month before the end of the war, is far away. He died the death of the brave at the liberation of Koenigsberg.

I'm talking about the history of my family, to remind everyone again: we, simple, ordinary Soviet people, cherish the ideals of peace. And the memory of the past, its great power, helps to educate in itself a conscious responsibility for everything that happens on the planet. Our generation is obliged to defend peace on Earth, to prevent the threat of nuclear war. In my opinion, this is a program of action for each member of the Komsomol.

Alexei Prikhodko, 10th grade of Dnepropetrovsk secondary school No. 11

UNDER THE FIRST NO.1

. .. How much grief the war brought! The wife was left without a husband, three children without a father. It's bitter not to know, not to remember your father, grandfather. There was only a picture on the wall. And memory.

Let I never knew my grandfather, but now, when I take a funeral in my hands, I feel pain. I do not want people to die again, children were orphans, and mothers received such notices.

In each city there is a post number 1 - near the Eternal Flame. Komsomol members and pioneers carry the Memory Watch here. I am proud that I already had to stand three times, that I was given the title of the best guard. I can not look on this fire without excitement. Always before my eyes is the photo of grandfather Cyril, who died in the battle for the Soviet homeland in November 1942.I remember the stories about the war of Nestor's grandfather.

I am proud of my country, our beautiful and courageous people. I'm proud of his heroic past and glorious present. I know that without hesitation I will stand up for the defense of my native Motherland, that I will not let you down in a difficult hour, I will not disgrace the memory of those who defended the Motherland.

Alexey Vasilchenko, 10th grade of the school № 20 in Kurgan