Who did Alexander Ivanovich Kolesnikov become after the war? The film "it was in intelligence"

When the war ended, the young hero-guerrilla wore two orders and five medals on his chest. Autumn 1943 ...

Sergeant Yegorov got to his unit by passing cars. He was returning from the hospital. On the way, he picked up a boy of about twelve - a fellow traveler. The boy ran away from home to the front. The sergeant thought at first to hand him over to the patrols in the commandant's office, but the boy had already fled both from the patrols and from the commandant, and Yegorov decided to take him with him - maybe he would take root with the tankers.

The further they went, the more clearly the front was felt. Trucks with soldiers, tanks, tractors with artillery moved along the roads. Towards - ambulances with the wounded ... Fresh craters along the roadsides. The ashes of devastated and burned villages. Sanka walked, trying not to pay attention to the rumble of the guns. - Uncle Sergeant! Is the front close?

The front is where it is necessary, - answered the sergeant.
- And on what tank did you fight? - asked Sanka. - On the T-34?
- Which one should be. Do you know the song about the three tankers?
- Three cheerful friends?
- Well, yes. This is us, it means: me, my commander Yura Golovin and our shooter Petro Kolenich. If they like you, your business is settled. Understood?
- What not to understand. Will they take it as a tanker?
“Maybe a tanker,” Yegorov said through a smile. - How will you show yourself ...
50th Tank Regiment of the 11th Guards tank corps settled down in the forest.

When we were at the tankers, the boy did not see anything. It was dark. It was pouring rain. The camouflaged tanks merged with the darkness of the forest.
Sanka and Egorov entered the dugout.
The dim light from the smokehouse fell on the soldiers sleeping in the dugout. They slept in their clothes, perched on bunks at random. Half of the bunks were empty.
The sergeant cautiously walked around the sleeping people and looked into their faces. Nobody woke up.

In the far corner of the dugout, Yegorov noticed a tanker. He sat with his back against the wall, and without blinking, looked wide-eyed at one point, His eyes were without eyebrows and eyelashes.
- Yurka! - Yegorov happily rushed to the tanker.
- Who is there?
- I am, Comrade Lieutenant. Not recognized?
- Yegorushka! Returned!

The lieutenant embraced the sergeant awkwardly and sighed noisily, holding back a lump of tears that rolled down his throat.

Egorov looked at the lieutenant - traces of burns were scattered all over his face in pink spots. Egorov felt uneasy.
- Where is Petro, Comrade Lieutenant? The lieutenant averted his eyes. The sergeant took off his cap and sat down on the bunk.
- Who else?
- All who stayed are here ...

Egorov silently looked around the dugout.
- Yesterday they gave us a light, Yegorych ... Three of our cars burned down.

Sanka sniffed behind the sergeant's back ...
- Who is that with you? the lieutenant asked.
- Hello, - said Sanka quietly and looked out from behind.
- Who is this? I do not see. The dark hurts.
- Yes, there is only one kid. We were traveling in one echelon. Nimble guy ...
- What?
- Well, the boy ... got stuck on the road. There are no parents. Lost, he says ... And went to the front ...
- How many years?
“Twelve,” Sanka answered for Egorov, “and a half.
- In general, you can give him all fourteen ... - said Egorov. - A tough guy.
- Are you serious?
- Yura, listen! .. Patrols caught him in front of my eyes. He ran away from them. He will run away the next time, and the third ...
- Listen, Sergeant! the lieutenant said sharply. - Now take the boy and stomp back. Do you understand me, Sergeant?
- Got it, Comrade Lieutenant ...
- Stop! Well, where are you going? - looking at the boy, said the lieutenant. - Your Sanka can hardly stay on his feet ... And you yourself ... Feed him and sleep. I'll take you there in the morning. All the same, I was ordered to the sanitary battalion ...

At dawn, Sanka carefully got out of the dugout. I looked around - no one.
There was silence all around. The sun shone through the trees, and a light mist enveloped the pines.
A sentry was moving away from the dugout, a hundred paces away. He then disappeared behind the trees, then reappeared like a ghost.

Sergeant Yegorov jumped out of the dugout and, looking around, began to shout:
- Sanka! Sanya! Sa-nek! Hey, sentry! Have you seen the boy here? ..
- Air! - suddenly the alarm sounded through the forest. - Air!

The hysterical, aching drone of German aircraft was approaching.
Sanka hurriedly ran through the forest farther and farther from the dugout, at times looking up into the sky.
The hum of the planes seemed to urge him on. Anti-aircraft guns rumbled.
The forest was filled with the howl of dive bombers.
One after another, explosions of bombs were heard in front, then behind ...
Sanka kept running. It seemed to him that the planes had come to bomb only him, Sanka.

It crashed somewhere nearby.
Sanka was picked up by the wave and thrown to the bottom of a deep crater.
He woke up from the cutting sound of a descending plane. The German bomber fell down, leaving behind a black plume of smoke. A white parachute canopy hung over the forest.
The German fell into the funnel, where Sanka lay huddled. The canopy of the parachute covered both.
The pilot, seeing a boy at the bottom of the funnel, began hastily to unfasten the holster of the pistol.
Sanka, picking up sand in his hands, threw the German in the eyes and rushed away from the funnel. The blinded German screamed wildly and began to shoot at random.
At that moment, someone, jumping over Sanka, jumped on top of the pilot, knocking him off his feet.

Sanka barely dodged the fighting boots. Having chosen the right moment, Sanka hit the German on the head with a stone. The German twitched and became quiet. Egorov got out from under him. He sat down on the ground and looked angrily at Sanka.
- Alive? the sergeant asked anxiously.
- Alive…
- Run with me again ...
- I won't, - said Sanka.
- Are you him? How?
- In, with a stone, - Sanka pointed to his weapon.
- Who asked you? - Yegorov said angrily. - Who asked you? It was necessary to take him alive! .. And you? Maybe you think that I would not get along with him? A?
- No, - answered Sanka. The German groaned and turned.
- Alive! - Sanka shouted joyfully.
- I can see it myself. Do you have trousers without a belt?
- Not.
- Does not matter. Give me a belt! They tied the pilot's hands behind his back and, getting out of the funnel, moved through the forest. Ahead, a German walked dejectedly, behind him Yegorov and Sanka.

The German pilot entered the dugout under the escort of a boy.
- Hello, - said Sanka, addressing the captain, who was sitting at the table and was rolling up an old bandage.

There were ten more soldiers in the dugout.
The captain looked at Sanka, at the German and, surprised, spoke.
- Interesting pies with kittens! Hello baby! Where are you from?
- Now uncle will come, - Sanka continued in confusion, - he will tell everything.

Egorov flew into the dugout.
- Comrade captain! ..
“I see,” said the captain.
- And he took the Fritz, - Yegorov nodded at the boy.

The captain looked at Sanka again. He supported his pants with both hands.
- What's your name, hero?
- Alexander Kolesnikov, - Sanka readily answered, having already got used to the situation.
- And how is dad?
- Alexander Kolesnikov.
- San Sanych, then? .. So San Sanych, you sit down for now, - and the captain got up, yielding his place to Sanka. - Sit down, sit down. Can you twist a bandage?
- I can.

The captain handed Sanka a bandage, went up to the prisoner and untied his hands.
Sanka twisted the bandage, and he kept looking at the captain. Will he drive away or not? Well, they all do not understand that he, Sanka, really needs to be at the front ... Or maybe he won't chase him away? After all, the "language" was brought ...

The captain ordered the prisoner to empty out the contents of his pockets.
The pilot, cowardly looking around, hastened to carry out the officer's order.
A leather wallet, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, a crumpled bar of chocolate appeared on the table ...

The soldiers came closer to the table. One of them took the chocolate and ripped off the wrapper. Catching Sankin's eyes, he handed him the chocolate.
- Thank you ... - Sanka nodded and pounced on the chocolate.

And then, from somewhere, a pot of porridge, pieces of black bread, sugar, a mug of boiling water appeared ...
- Eat, eat, San Sanych. The scouts have plenty of food ...

Sanka ate, did not hesitate. And as soon as he looked up from his food and raised his head, the kind, encouraging eyes of the soldiers looked at him.

The next evening the scouts had a bath. We washed ourselves thoroughly.
Sanka, hiding behind a barrel, sprinkled cold water from there.
- Hey, Sanka! - shouted to him. - Do not spoil! ..

Two fighters caught Sanka and, spreading him out on wooden planks, began to clean him off with a washcloth.
- Oh, mummies, oh, it tickles! Oh, I can't! - shouted the boy and tried to wriggle out of the strong hands of the washers.
“Nothing, bear with the Cossack,” said Yegorov. - Now we will douse you cold. You will know how to drench yourself.

When the scouts, steamed, dull from the heat, rolled into the dressing room, Sanka was at a loss:
- Where are my clothes? - he asked. All around on the benches lay only a military uniform ...

They came out of the bath in a crowd. Sanka walked ahead of the scouts. He was brand new and neatly fitted to his height.

Egorov mischievously commanded:
- Attention! Alignment with Sanka!
- Look, guys, a career soldier.

... Once, during a break between battles, the soldiers lined up in a forest clearing.
In front of the formation was a table covered with a raincoat-tent.
The regiment commander, Major Velichko, called the soldiers out of order and presented them with awards. With a clear marching step, they approached the table, received awards, and, like an echo, the words echoed through the forest:
- I serve the Soviet Union!

Before calling the next soldier, the regimental commander paused and, holding back a smile, read with enthusiasm:
- A pupil of Kolesnikov!

Sanka stood in the left flank among the scouts. He did not immediately realize that it was his.
- A pupil of Kolesnikov! the major repeated.

Sanka was pushed out of line.
- San Sanych, stomp!
- I AM?..

Sanka overcame his excitement and, trying to walk clearly, walked to the table.
The tune fell silent and stretched like a string.
- Alexander Alexandrovich Kolesnikov is awarded the medal "For Courage"! ..

Sanka did not have enough breath to answer, as it should be in such cases.
The major took a medal out of the box and pinned it to Sanka's chest. Then he picked up the boy and put him on a tree stump next to him.

Sanka looked at the soldiers standing in the ranks ... How many of them, new comrades, how their eyes were smiling and encouraging.
- Comrades fighters and commanders! We turned to the command for permission to adopt Sasha Kolesnikov as our regiment. Today such permission has been received. From now on, Sasha is put on all types of allowance and is assigned to our regiment! ..

So Sasha Kolesnikov became a pupil of the 50th regiment.

The first time, when the regiment reached the leading edge, and the offensive began, they tried to save Sanya from danger. He was sent to "follow" the repair of tanks to the base, then he was sent on instructions to the headquarters of the corps. But San Sanych, as all the soldiers and commanders lovingly called him now, used any opportunity to get into the battle formations of the tankers.

He especially made friends with the scouts and more than once asked to take him on a mission. But Captain Serov, with whom Sanka met in the dugout, did not want to listen to anything.

Then Sanka decided to act on his own.

Once the scouts went on their next mission.

The captain explained the situation.

There were three people on the assignment. It was necessary to urgently give the radio operator, abandoned to the rear of the Germans, the batteries for the radio - the power ran out, and the connection was cut off.

Sanka spun around the scouts, trying to find the right moment to ask for a mission. Captain Serov noticed him and immediately realized that Sanka could run away with the scouts.

A pupil of Kolesnikov! - called the captain.

Here! - answered the delighted Sanka.
- That's what, San Sanych! - said the captain. - Take the urgent report to the headquarters of the regiment. Personally to Major Velichko. In which case - to destroy!

The captain tore a piece of paper from his notebook. Sitting on a stump, he quickly wrote something, put it in an envelope and sealed it.
- On the! Instantly!

Sanka flew like a bullet towards the headquarters, hiding from everyone who got in his way.
At the headquarters, the major received the report and read it. Then he called the messenger and, passing him a note, ordered: "Take orders there ..."
- Come on, warrior, - the messenger took Sanka by the hand, like a little one. - Would you like a compote?

He brought the boy to his dugout, put a mug of compote in front of him.
Sanka sat down at the table and suddenly saw on the table a note left by the messengers. "Delay until morning ..." - Sanka read.
Pushing aside the mug with compote, the boy looked at the messenger. He was busy with his tunic by his trestle bed ...

Three scouts - Lieutenant Kovalchuk, Sergeant Yegorov and Private Bragin, leaving behind the front line of our trenches, crawled farther and farther to the German side. Having passed the neutral zone on bellies, they, one by one, approached the barbed wire in single file.

At one point, sappers carved out a barely visible passage. Kovalchuk, letting Bragin and Yegorov go ahead, looked around. A slightly perceptible rustle was heard in the side.

Everyone froze, Listened, Nothing. It seemed ...

Here are the enemy trenches. I heard German speech and music. The Germans, apparently, were spinning a gramophone in the dugout. The scouts continued to crawl on.

Suddenly there was another suspicious rustle behind them. Kovalchuk made a sign to stop. Taking out the fin, he disappeared into the darkness ... He returned, dragging by the collar, like a puppy, a boy who was patiently silent. It was Sanka in his old clothes with a knapsack over his shoulders.

The scouts looked at each other. Kovalchuk was about to give Sanka a good slap on the head ... But at that moment, from the darkness, the figure of a German in a helmet advanced right on them ...

Bragin flew up to the fascist in one leap, hitting him with a Finn. The German fell.
- Polundra! - Kovalchuk commanded in a whisper, and all four rushed away, rolled into a ravine and lay down ...

We got to the town, where the radio operator was in the safe apartment, in the evening.
Sergeant Yegorov went on reconnaissance. They waited for him for a long time. He returned at three o'clock in the morning and said that it was impossible to get to the apartment. The Germans arrest all men over the age of 15. Roundup after roundup.

Sanka was sent.
Disguised as a beggar, Sanka walked through the streets, found an apartment, handed the batteries to the radio operator, and returned to the scouts who were waiting for him at the agreed place.

The task was completed.
And although San Sanych got from Captain Serov for self-will, the command awarded him with the second medal "For Courage".
Once San Sanych was summoned to the regiment headquarters. Here, in addition to Major Velichko and Captain Serov, there was a lieutenant colonel of aviation unknown to the boy.

While Sasha reported on his arrival, everyone was silent and looked at him.

Then the lieutenant colonel went up to Sanka.

Let's get acquainted! Lieutenant Colonel Chuvilov.

Hello, - Sanka said in confusion.

Captain Serov winked at him encouragingly: "Nothing, they say, don't drift ..."

We have one business for you, comrade pupil ... - said the lieutenant colonel and fell silent.

Captain Serov turned away.

The adults didn't seem to know how to start an important conversation with this little soldier. And Sanka stood at attention and waited.

The regiment commander went to the window and started lighting a cigarette. He was very worried ... Finally, Lieutenant Colonel Chuvilov explained the task ...

In the summer of 1944, our army beat the fascists in all directions.

Before the summer offensive of the troops of the 1st Belorussian Front, the command assigned the regimental intelligence officers a special task ...

In the rear of the Germans, a railway stretched to the front. According to intelligence reports, it became known that somewhere from this road a small branch, built by prisoners of war, departs into the forest.

Echelons with tanks and ammunition were turned down on this branch. Our reconnaissance aircraft could not find it from the air. It lay in the forest and was carefully camouflaged from above and heavily guarded from the ground.

And at the end of the branch - apparently in the depths of the forest - there were unloading platforms. There the Germans concentrated equipment and ammunition depots.

All this had to be destroyed before the offensive of our troops. But the pilots still did not know where this mysterious branch began and where it ended ...

Sanka crawled to the highway, climbed onto it and, as if nothing had happened, walked towards the junction. A German armored personnel carrier and a direction finder appeared from around the corner. Having caught up with the boy, the cars stopped, and an officer climbed out of the hatch of the armored personnel carrier.
- Hey boy! he shouted. - Lump, lump.

Sanka calmly approached the cars. In his old clothes, in his worn-out boots tied with ropes, with a knapsack in his hands, he was no different from the refugee boys begging along the roads of the regions occupied by the Germans.
- You maht du? What were you doing here? You!
Sanka, silently, untied the knot, pointed to the crust of bread, the bits of apples ...
The officer frowned in disgust ...
- Go to the house! You! Home! - shouted the officer Sanka. - Go! And then poo-poo!

The armored personnel carrier moved slowly along the highway.
Sanka turned his back on the cars and walked as if nothing had happened along the highway ...
Suddenly he stopped, turned around - nobody! He grunted like a duck. And immediately silently, like ghosts, the scouts in camouflage coats crossed the highway and disappeared into the woods.

Sanka parted with a group of scouts by the river and moved to the railway line on his own. He swam across two rivers and, making his way through the forest, came across a barbed wire fence.

Somewhere here, from the crossing, there was a branch that the scouts were looking for ...

Carefully hiding from the guards, he walked along the barbed wire for two kilometers and found the terminal station of the railway line: platforms, tanks, ammunition depots.

Sanka had to climb trees in different places around this area and tie pillowcases on their tops - identification marks for our planes. They will fly by early in the morning and will flap their wings if they see signs.
When it got dark, he climbed the trees and hung up the pillowcases.
Until dawn Sanka remained in a tree, not far from the railway line. In order not to fall off, he tied himself to the trunk and fell asleep.

Little soldier slept soundly.
And dreams, for the first time in all this time, floated in one after another and carried him away towards childhood, as if there were no war, air raids, bombings ...

Sanka swam over Moscow, along its streets, past his school, past the hippodrome on Begovaya Street, where he ran with the boys from the yard to look at the horses ... Here is the house in which he lived. In the window he saw his mother ... She was saying something to him, calling him, but he did not hear and kept swimming and swimming ...

And everything suddenly disappeared. Sanka rubbed his eyes, looked around: the tops of the trees were rustling around, rolling in waves from the wind, and over all this sea of greenery the morning sky was brightening.
Sanka listened and in the silence of the morning heard the distant roar of the plane. The hum was approaching. Sanka remembered that now, probably, is the time for our scout to fly.
A hawk glided in the dawn sky. He walked away from the forest, then, descending, flew over Sanka, swinging his wings.
"It's clear! Understood! - flashed through the mind of the boy. - The task is completed! .. "

The German anti-aircraft guns were zapping somewhere to the side, but the hawk had already gained altitude.
Sanka had to leave immediately and as far from this place as possible. Our bombers were supposed to arrive from minute to minute, and then ...
Sanka wanted to get off the tree, but suddenly German speech was heard very close by.

The soldiers were stationed under the tree. Putting their carbines aside and taking off their boots, they were resting, talking about something.
One of them lay on his back, threw his arms under his head and looked at the sky ... Suddenly he jumped up.
Both listened. The distant, powerful hum of planes filled the silence of the morning. The Germans rushed to run ...
Sanka slid off the tree and rushed to the other side.
The forest roared with explosions.

The bombers roared over the forest, freeing themselves from their cargo. The panic-stricken Germans rushed about in the flames.

Sanka got to the railway line and crawled along it, at times slipping into fresh craters, fleeing bombs.
And the scouts were twenty kilometers from the place of the bombing in an ambush at the railway bridge. They did not know anything about the task that Sanka received, and were preparing to fulfill their own - to blow up the bridge ...

They lay in the bushes for the second day, watching the guard of the bridge. And suddenly…
- San Sanych! - restraining a cry, gasped Yegorov. - From where?
- From the other world. Hello! - Sanka smiled. He just crawled out of the bushes.
“Little devil,” Yegorov said happily. “I knew he would find us.
- What's this? - the boy pulled up a canvas bag.
- Don't touch it! Explosives!
- She's what I need. Be healthy ...
- Stop!

But Sanka grabbed the bag and ran to the siding in front of the bridge, at which two trains stopped. One was a merchant. Another, from the front, was carrying the wounded. The security of the freight train was distracted for several minutes, looking at the wounded ...

The scouts saw how Sanka crawled to the embankment, climbed under the freight train and climbed into the box under the car.
At the same second, the train jerked and, picking up speed, went towards the bridge ... The train with the wounded also left the crossing.
The freight train passed the line of obstacles ... The locomotive was approaching the bridge ...

Putting the bag at the bottom of the box, Sanka took out the fuse-cord and began to set it on fire. It didn’t work out right away: it was uncomfortable in the box, and besides, the carriage was shaking at the joints of the rails, and the matches broke every now and then.

The distance to the bridge was shrinking.
"Can't I be in time?" - Sanka asked himself.
He bit off half of the cord with his teeth to make it shorter. Finally, lit it. The cord hissed ...
The locomotive drove onto the bridge and pulled the train with it.
Sanka glanced down - sleepers flashed over the water ...
A small figure fell from the bridge into the water, and shots from the guards immediately rang out. Following them powerful explosion drowned everything out - cars with shells began to burst, bumping into each other, falling into the water ...
When the smoke from the explosions cleared away, the scouts saw that the bridge was gone.

Panic began at the junction.
The guards saw a man fall into the water. And immediately a group of soldiers rushed to the river.
The scouts stood up to their full height and opened fire on the fleeing Germans ...

A boat moved from the opposite bank of the river, hid behind a bend, and there German soldiers they picked up and pulled Sanka aboard the boat. He was unconscious.
“It’s impossible,” said the fascist officer, looking now at the boy, now at the destroyed bridge, where the shells still continued to burst in the carriages that fell into the water.

The scouts, crossing the river, cautiously crawled to a small house and lay down. They saw how the boat moored to the shore, how the Germans brought the boy into the house, set up guards.
Lieutenant Zavarzin quietly commanded:
- Leave the machines. Take only knives. Two are with me, the rest are covering.

Without a sound, having removed the security of the house, the scouts cautiously approached the door.
Egorov was the first to break into the hut. What he saw made him scream with horror and hatred: Sanka was crucified on the wall, and the fascist beat the boy on the fingers with a hammer.

The executioners were dumbfounded from the appearance Soviet intelligence officers... Before they had time to recover, they were already lying dead on the floor.
Not hiding tears, from each other, Zavarzin, Yegorov and Bragin took Sanka off the wall, wrapped him in a raincoat and began to leave.
Sasha Kolesnikov was unconscious. He moaned from time to time and kept asking, barely audibly:
- Drink! Drink!

At the rivulet, through which it was necessary to cross, the scouts ran into an ambush.
A skirmish ensued. Saving the boy, almost everyone died in this battle. Yegorov also died.
While the group was fighting back, two scouts went deep into the forest, carrying Sanka on a raincoat.

Sanka was treated for a long time in a hospital in Novosibirsk. And when he got stronger, got to his feet, he returned to his unit again.
Our troops have already beaten the Germans in Poland, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, completely freeing Soviet land from the fascist invaders.
A pupil of the 50th regiment, Sasha Kolesnikov, walked a lot on the military roads. He fought as a radio operator in a tank near Berlin. He was seriously wounded. I went to the hospital again.

In March 1943, my friend and I ran away from school and went to the front. We managed to get on a freight train, into a carriage with pressed hay. Everything seemed to be going well, but at one of the stations we were found and sent back to Moscow.

On the way back, I again fled to the front - to my father, who served as the deputy commander of the mechanized corps. Wherever I was, how many roads I had to walk, drive by passing cars: Once in Nizhyn I accidentally met a wounded tanker from my father's unit. It turned out that the father had received news from my mother about my "heroic" act and promised to arrange an excellent "magnifying glass" for me at the meeting.

The latter significantly changed my plans. Without thinking twice, I joined the tankers who were heading to re-form in the rear. I told them that my father was also a tanker, that he had lost my mother during the evacuation, that he was left all alone: They believed me, they accepted me as a son of the regiment - in the 50th regiment of the 11th Panzer Corps. So at the age of 12 I became a soldier.

Twice I went on reconnaissance behind enemy lines, and both times I coped with the task. True, for the first time I almost gave out our radio operator, who was carrying a new set of electric batteries for the radio. An appointment was made at the cemetery. Call sign - duck quacking. It so happened that I got to the cemetery at night. The picture is terrifying: all the graves are torn apart by shells: Probably, more from fear than from the real situation, he began to quack. He cracked so hard that he didn’t notice how our radio operator crawled up behind me and, holding my mouth with his hand, whispered: “Are you crazy, boy? Where have you seen that ducks quack at night ?! They sleep at night! " Nevertheless, the task was completed. After successful campaigns in the enemy rear, they respectfully called me nothing but San Sanych.

The pilot-lieutenant colonel was laconic. The Germans are preparing a powerful defensive wall near Minsk. Equipment is continuously being transferred to the front by rail. Unloading is carried out somewhere in the forest, on a disguised railway line, 60-70 kilometers from the front line. This branch must be destroyed. But this is not at all easy to do. The reconnaissance paratroopers did not return from the mission. Air reconnaissance also cannot detect this branch: the camouflage is done flawlessly. The task is to find a secret railway line within three days and mark its location by hanging old bed linen on the trees.

They changed me into civilian clothes and gave me a bale of bed linen. The result is a teenage street child who exchanges underwear for groceries. I crossed the front line at night with a group of scouts. They had their own task, and soon we parted. I made my way through the forest, along the main railroad... Every 300-400 meters - paired fascist patrols. Pretty exhausted, I dozed off during the day and almost got caught. I woke up from a strong kick. Two policemen searched me, shook up the whole bale of linen. Discovered several potatoes, a piece of bread and bacon were immediately taken away. We also brought a couple of pillowcases and towels with Belarusian embroidery. At parting they "blessed": - Get out before you shoot!

And so he got off. Fortunately, the police didn't turn my pockets inside out. Then there would have been trouble: a topographic map with the location was printed on the lining of my jacket pocket. railway stations...

On the third day, I came across the bodies of the paratroopers that the pilot-lieutenant colonel was talking about.

Soon a barbed wire barred my way. The restricted area has begun. He made his way along the wire for several kilometers until he came to the main railway line. Lucky: a military train, loaded with tanks, slowly turned off the main path and disappeared between the trees. Here it is, a mysterious branch!

At night, I climbed to the top of a tree growing at the junction of the railway line with the main highway and hung the first sheet there. By dawn, I hung out the bedding in three more places. He marked the last point with his own shirt, tying it by the sleeves. Now she fluttered in the wind like a flag.

I sat in a tree until morning. It was very scary, but most of all I was afraid to fall asleep and miss the reconnaissance plane. Lavochkin-5 appeared on time. The Nazis did not touch him, so as not to betray themselves. The plane circled at a distance for a long time, then passed over me, turned towards the front and waved its wings. It was a prearranged signal: "The branch has been spotted, go away - we will bomb!"

The next day I went to the Sluch River. There were no auxiliary floating facilities to cross the river. In addition, on the opposite side, the gatehouse of the enemy guard was visible. About a kilometer to the north, an old wooden bridge with a single railway track was visible. I decided to move through it to german train: I'll hit on somewhere on the brake pad. I have already done this several times. Sentries were stationed both on the bridge and along the railway. I decided to try my luck at the junction, where trains stop, letting oncoming people pass. Crawling, hiding behind the bushes, along the way, reinforced with strawberries. And suddenly right in front of me - a boot! Thought it was German. He began to crawl back, but then he heard a muffled report: - Another train is passing, Comrade Captain!

I felt relieved from my heart. I pulled the captain by the boot, which really scared him. We got to know each other: together we crossed the front line. From the haggard faces, I realized that the scouts had been at the bridge for more than one day, but they could not do anything to destroy this crossing. The train that approached was unusual: the cars were sealed, the SS guards. They are transporting ammunition! The train stopped, allowing an oncoming ambulance train to pass. The submachine gunners from the guards of the echelon with ammunition went to the opposite side from us - to see if there were any acquaintances among the wounded.

There were only a few seconds left before the explosion. I look at the burning fuse and think: I’m going to be torn to pieces now! He jumped out of the box, slipped between the sentries, and off the bridge - into the water! Diving over and over again, I swam with the flow. The shots of the sentries from the bridge echoed with the automatic rounds of the echelon SS men. And then my explosives went off. The wagons with ammunition began to break, as if in a chain. The fiery tornado engulfed the bridge, the train, and the guards.

No matter how hard I tried to sail further away, a Nazi guard boat overtook me and picked it up. By the time of his mooring to the shore, not far from the gatehouse, I had already lost consciousness from the beatings. The maddened Nazis crucified me: my hands and feet were nailed to the wall at the entrance. Our scouts saved me. They saw that I survived the explosion, but fell into the hands of the guards. Suddenly attacking the gatehouse, the Red Army men recaptured me from the Germans. I woke up under the stove of a burnt Belarusian village. I learned that the scouts had taken me off the wall, wrapped me in a raincoat and carried me in their arms to the front line. On the way we stumbled upon an enemy ambush. Many died in the fleeting battle. The wounded sergeant grabbed me and carried me out of this inferno. He hid me and, leaving me his machine gun, went to fetch water to treat my wounds. He was not destined to return ...

How long I spent in my hiding place, I do not know. He lost consciousness, came to himself, again fell into oblivion. Suddenly I heard: tanks are coming, by the sound - ours. I screamed, but naturally, no one heard me with such a rumble of caterpillars. Overvoltage has once again lost consciousness. When I woke up, I heard Russian speech. What if the policemen? Only after making sure that they were his own, he called for help. They pulled me out from under the stove and immediately sent me to the medical battalion. Then there was a front-line hospital, an ambulance train and, finally, a hospital in distant Novosibirsk. I spent almost five months in this hospital. Without completing his treatment, he ran away with the discharged tankers, persuading his nanny-grandmother to bring me an old clothes to “walk around the city”.

"It Was in Intelligence" (1968) - a film (written by V. Trunin, with the participation of S. S. Smirnov, directed by Lev Mirsky) about childhood, mercilessly interrupted by the war, about children on whose shoulders the war brought down suffering and grief.
The hero of the film is a boy of 10–12 years old, fighting the Nazis like an adult. We do not know his story, we do not know what happened to his parents, we meet the boy in the midst of a conflagration, in the turmoil and haste of war. As it happened in life, the soldiers become attached to a brave boy (played by Viktor Zhukov), who reminds each of them of their home, family, and the worries of peacetime, which not everyone will have to live up to. Platoons and companies "fight" for the boy, for the opportunity to keep him, take care of him, protect him. A safe life behind the back of caring "nannies" suits the boy least of all, and he rejoices at the minute when he is entrusted with an important task: the result of a large operation planned by the front will largely depend on his dexterity and courage.

The little soldier in cold blood deceives the Germans, who are unaware of the presence of a young scout in the very dense, green forest where they (together with their carefully camouflaged airfield) feel completely safe.
To the young hero manages to elude the fascists. There is tenacity in the boy, without which the hard soldier's work will not be done, but there is also boyish mischief. A daring challenge, unnecessarily thrown by him to a completely fooled enemy, leads to trouble - after completing the most difficult task, the boy still ends up in the hands of the Germans, and we "root" for him no less than the scouts trying to help out, recapture their little one from the enemy brave assistant. The boy's feat is great and reliable: the film was made seriously - you believe both in the truth of the characters, and in the truth of the circumstances proposed by the authors.

The film is based on true events from the combat biography of intelligence officer Alexander Ivanovich Kolesnikov (1931-2001). Alexander Ivanovich himself wrote about his capture by the Germans:

“No matter how hard I tried to sail away, I was overtaken and picked up by a boat of the fascist guard. By the time it did land, not far from the gatehouse, I had already lost consciousness from the beatings. The brutal Nazis crucified me: my hands and feet were nailed to the wall at the entrance. Our scouts saw that I had escaped the explosion, but fell into the hands of the guards. Suddenly attacking the gatehouse, the Red Army recaptured me from the Germans. I woke up under the stove of a burnt Belarusian village. I learned that the scouts had taken me off the wall, wrapped me in a raincoat. and carried me to the front line. On the way they stumbled upon an enemy ambush. Many died in a fleeting battle. The wounded sergeant grabbed me and carried me out of this inferno. He hid me and, leaving me his machine gun, went to fetch water to treat my wounds. Return he was not destined ... How long I spent in my hiding place, I don’t know. I lost consciousness, came to my senses, again fell into oblivion. Suddenly I heard: tanks were coming, by the sound of ours. Of course, no one heard the roar of the caterpillars. Overvoltage has once again lost consciousness. When I woke up, I heard Russian speech. What if the policemen? Only after making sure that they were his own, he called for help. They pulled me out from under the stove and immediately sent me to the medical battalion. Then there was a front-line hospital, an ambulance train and, finally, a hospital in distant Novosibirsk. "

A program that tells the story of A. Kolesnikov and he speaks himself

When you post a post about the Great Patriotic War, there are often comments about the fact that they do not believe in the atrocities of fascism, about the fact that it could not be so! Eternal words that all this is Soviet propaganda and so on.
It seems as if people have forgotten, have not seen, have not read ...
Here is another post, read it and think if this can be invented in childhood ...

In March 1943, my friend and I ran away from school and went to the front. We managed to get on a freight train into a carriage with pressed hay. Everything seemed to be going well, but at one of the stations we were found and sent back to Moscow. On the way back, I again fled to the front - to my father, who served as the deputy commander of the mechanized corps. Wherever I was, how many roads I had to walk, drive by passing cars ... Once in Nizhyn I accidentally met a wounded tanker from my father's unit. It turned out that the father had received news from my mother about my "heroic" act and promised to arrange an excellent "magnifying glass" for me at the meeting.

The latter significantly changed my plans. Without thinking twice, I joined the tankers who were heading to re-form in the rear. I told them that my father was also a tanker, that he had lost my mother during the evacuation, that he was left all alone ... They believed me, they accepted me as a son of the regiment - in the 50th regiment of the 11th Panzer Corps. So at the age of 12 I became a soldier.

Twice I went on reconnaissance behind enemy lines, and both times I coped with the task. True, for the first time I almost gave out our radio operator, who was carrying a new set of electric batteries for the radio. An appointment was made at the cemetery. Call sign - duck quacking. It so happened that I got to the cemetery at night. The picture is terrifying: all the graves were torn apart by shells ... Probably, more from fear than from the real situation, he began to quack. He cracked so hard that he didn’t notice how our radio operator crawled up behind me and, holding my mouth with his hand, whispered: “Are you crazy, boy? Nevertheless, the task was completed. After successful campaigns in the enemy rear, they respectfully called me nothing but San Sanych.

In June 1944, the 1st Belorussian Front began preparations for the offensive. I was summoned to the corps reconnaissance department and introduced to the pilot-lieutenant colonel. The air ace examined me with great doubt. The intelligence chief intercepted his glance and assured that San Sanych could be trusted, that I had been a "shot sparrow" for a long time. The pilot-lieutenant colonel was laconic. The Nazis near Minsk are preparing a powerful defensive barrier. Equipment is continuously being transferred to the front by rail. Unloading is carried out somewhere in the forest, on a disguised railway line 60-70 kilometers from the front line. This branch must be destroyed. But this is not at all easy to do. The scout paratroopers did not return from the mission. Air reconnaissance also cannot detect this branch: the camouflage is done flawlessly. The task is to find a secret railway line within three days and mark its location by hanging old bed linen on the trees.

They changed me into civilian clothes and gave me a bale of bed linen. The result is a teenage street child who exchanges underwear for groceries. I crossed the front line at night with a group of scouts. They had their own task, and soon we parted. He made his way through the forest along the main railway. Paired fascist patrols every 300-400 meters. Pretty exhausted, I dozed off during the day and almost got caught. I woke up from a strong kick. Two policemen searched me, shook up the whole bale of linen. Discovered several potatoes, a piece of bread and bacon were immediately taken away. We also brought a couple of pillowcases and towels with Belarusian embroidery. At parting, "blessed":
- Get out before you shoot!

And so he got off. Fortunately, the police didn't turn my pockets inside out. Then there would be trouble: a topographic map with the location of railway stations was printed on the lining of my jacket pocket ... On the third day, I came across the bodies of parachutists, about whom the pilot-lieutenant colonel spoke. The scout heroes died in a decidedly unequal battle. Soon a barbed wire barred my way. The restricted area has begun! He made his way along the wire for several kilometers until he came to the main railway line. Lucky: a military train, loaded with tanks, slowly turned off the main path and disappeared between the trees. Here it is, a mysterious branch!

The Nazis disguised it perfectly. Moreover, the echelon was moving "tail" forward! The locomotive was located behind the train. Thus, the impression was created that the steam locomotive was smoking on the main line. At night, I climbed to the top of a tree growing at the junction of the railway line with the main highway and hung the first sheet there. By dawn, I hung out the bedding in three more places. He marked the last point with his own shirt, tying it by the sleeves. Now she fluttered in the wind like a flag. I sat in a tree until morning. It was very scary, but most of all I was afraid to fall asleep and miss the reconnaissance plane. "Lavochkin-5" appeared on time. The Nazis did not touch him, so as not to betray themselves. The plane circled at a distance for a long time, then passed over me, turned towards the front and waved its wings. It was a prearranged signal: "The branch has been spotted, go away - we will bomb!"

He untied his shirt and went down to the ground. After only two kilometers away, I heard the hum of our bombers, and soon there were explosions where the enemy's secret branch passed. The echo of their cannonade accompanied me the entire first day of my journey to the front line. The next day I went to the Sluch River. There were no auxiliary floating facilities to cross the river. In addition, on the opposite side, the gatehouse of the enemy guard was visible. About a kilometer to the north, an old wooden bridge with a single railway track was visible. I decided to cross it on a German train: I would hook up somewhere on the brake pad. I have already done this several times. Sentries were stationed both on the bridge and along the railway. I decided to try my luck at the junction, where trains stop, letting oncoming people pass. Crawling, hiding behind the bushes, along the way, reinforced with strawberries. And suddenly right in front of me - a boot! Thought it was German. I began to crawl back, but then I heard a muffled report:
- Another train is passing, Comrade Captain!

And then it dawned on me! He snatched the explosives from the hands of the soldier and, without waiting for permission, rushed to the embankment. He crawled under the carriage, struck a match ... Then the carriage wheels began to move, and the forged SS man's boots hung from the footboard. It’s impossible to get out from under the carriage ... What to do? The "dog-lover" opened a coal box on the move - and climbed into it along with the explosives. When the wheels thumped dully on the bridge deck, he struck a match again and lit the fuse-cord. There were only a few seconds left before the explosion. I look at the burning fuse and think: I’m going to be torn to pieces now! He jumped out of the box, slipped between the sentries, and off the bridge - into the water! Diving over and over again, I swam with the flow. The shots of the sentries from the bridge echoed with the automatic rounds of the echelon SS men. And then my explosives went off. The wagons with ammunition began to break, as if in a chain. The fiery tornado engulfed the bridge, the train, and the guards.

No matter how hard I tried to sail further away, a Nazi guard boat overtook me and picked it up. By the time he moored to the shore not far from the gatehouse, I had already passed out from the beatings. The maddened Nazis crucified me: my hands and feet were nailed to the wall at the entrance. Our scouts saved me. They saw that I survived the explosion, but fell into the hands of the guards. Suddenly attacking the gatehouse, the Red Army men recaptured me from the Germans. I woke up under the stove of a burnt Belarusian village. I learned that the scouts had taken me off the wall, wrapped me in a raincoat and carried me in their arms to the front line. On the way we stumbled upon an enemy ambush. Many died in the fleeting battle. The wounded sergeant grabbed me and carried me out of this inferno. He hid me and, leaving me his machine gun, went to fetch water to treat my wounds. He was not destined to return ...

The regiment caught up with his already in Poland, near Warsaw. I was assigned to the tank crew. During the crossing of the Vistula, our crew received an ice plunge pool. The ferry rocked hard from the hit of the shell, and the T-34 dived to the bottom. The tower hatch, despite the efforts of the guys, did not open under water pressure. Water slowly filled the tank. Soon it reached my throat ... Finally, the hatch was opened. The guys pushed me to the surface first. Then they took turns diving into the icy water to hook the rope onto the hooks. The sunken car was pulled out with great difficulty by two coupled "thirty-fours".

During this ferry adventure, I met a lieutenant colonel pilot who had once sent me on a search for a secret railway line. How happy he was:
- I've been looking for you for six months! I gave my word: if I'm alive, I will definitely find it! The tankmen let me go to the air regiment for a day. I met the pilots who bombed that secret line. They loaded me with chocolate, drove me to the U-2. Then the entire air regiment lined up, and I was solemnly presented with the Order of Glory, III degree.

On April 16, 1945, at the Seelow Heights, I had a chance to knock out Hitler's "tiger". At the crossroads, the two tanks met head-on. I was for the gunner, fired the first APCR round and hit the "tiger" under the turret. The heavy armor "cap" flew off like a light ball. Our tank was also hit on the same day. The crew, fortunately, survived completely. We changed the car and continued to take part in the battles. Of this, the second tank, only three survived ...

By April 29, I was already in the fifth tank. Of his crew, only I was rescued. Faustpatron exploded in the engine section of our combat vehicle. I was at the gunner's place. The driver grabbed my legs and threw me through the front hatch. After that I began to get out myself. But literally a few seconds were not enough: shells of the ammunition began to burst, and the driver died. I woke up in the hospital on May 8. The hospital was located in Karlshorst opposite the building where the German surrender act was signed. None of us will forget this day. The wounded paid no attention to either the doctors, or the nurses, or their own wounds - they jumped, danced, hugged each other. Having laid me on a sheet, they dragged me to the window to show me how Marshal Zhukov came out after the signing of the surrender. Later, Keitel was brought out with his dejected retinue.

He returned to Moscow in the summer of 1945. For a long time I did not dare to enter my house on Begovaya Street ... I did not write to my mother for more than two years, fearing that she would take me away from the front. I was not so afraid of anything as this meeting with her. I understood how much grief I brought to her! .. I entered silently, as they taught me to walk in intelligence. But maternal intuition turned out to be thinner - she turned sharply, threw up her head and for a long, long time, without stopping, looked at me, at my tunic, awards ...
- Do you smoke? She finally asked.
- Aha! - I lied to hide my embarrassment and not give out tears. Many years later I visited the place where the bridge had been blown up and found a lodge on the bank. It is all destroyed - only ruins. Walked around, examined the new bridge. Nothing reminded of terrible tragedy, played out here during the war.

It was one thousand nine hundred and forty-one. German soldiers walked on our land, burned our villages and towns, took children and women into captivity. Sasha's father went to the front and told him: "Take care of your mother, Sanka!" The boy really wanted to go to the front with his father, but no one seriously talked to him. The fifth-grader Vovka, who seemed to be a very adult, when leaving on duty in the people's squad, once advised him: "And you run away ..." The red-haired Vovka joked, and Sanka sunk into his soul. But in winter, my mother fell ill, and he sat with her all the time. I decided: "I'll finish the first grade and run away." Then another war year passed. Mom completely recovered and worked at the factory. Father wrote letters from the front and kept repeating: "If we win the war, we will gather together, and we will never part again." Sanka wanted it to come true as soon as possible. And in the spring of 1943, Sasha and a friend ran away from school and went to war ... ..

They managed to get on a freight train, but were soon caught and sent home. On the way, Sasha ran away from his entourage: no one was able to stop him, he went to beat the Nazis ... Having reached almost the very front, Sasha met the tanker Yegorov, who was returning to his regiment after the hospital. Sanka told him a sad fictional story that his father is also a tanker and is now at the front, and he lost his mother during the evacuation and was left all alone .. The tanker decided to bring Sasha to the commander, and he would decide what to do with him.

When Yegorov told his commander about Sashka, how he wants to beat the Nazis, how he escaped from the patrols, how clever he is, he asked: -How old is the boy? Egorov replied: "Twelve." The commander said: “There is no place for such little ones in the army. Therefore, feed the boy, and send him to the rear tomorrow! " Sashka almost burst into tears from resentment. All night he thought about what to do, and in the morning, when everyone was asleep, he got out of the dugout and began to make his way into the forest. Suddenly the command "AIR" was heard. It was German planes that began to bomb the positions of our troops. Fascist vultures flew right overhead and dropped bombs. Sashka had time to hear Sergeant Yegorov looking for him in the distance and calling “Sashka! Where are you? Come back. " Bombs exploded all around, and Sasha kept running and running. One bomb exploded very close and he was thrown by a wave into a crater from an exploding bomb. For several moments the boy lay unconscious, and when he opened his eyes, he saw in the sky how the shot down fascist bomber fell, and a parachutist separated from him and landed directly on Sasha. The canopy of the parachute covered both. When the fascist saw the boy, he began to take out a pistol. Sashka contrived and threw a handful of earth into his eyes. The fascist lost his sight for some time and began to shoot at the blind. And then the incredible happened. Someone jumped over Sasha and grabbed the German. A struggle ensued, and when the German began to strangle our soldier, Sashka took a stone and hit the fascist on the head. He immediately fell unconscious, from under him crawled out Sergeant Yegorov. They tied the German and Yegorov brought him to the commander. When the commander asked Yegorov who took the "tongue", he proudly replied: "SASHKA!"

So at the age of twelve, Sashka was enlisted as the son of the regiment - in the 50th regiment of the 11th tank corps. And he received his first military award, the medal "FOR Courage", which was presented to him by the commander in front of all the soldiers ....

The soldiers immediately fell in love with Sasha for his courage and determination, treated him with respect and called him San Sanych. Twice he went on reconnaissance to the enemy's rear, and both times he coped with the task. True, for the first time I almost gave out our radio operator, who was carrying a new set of electric batteries for the radio. An appointment was made at the cemetery. Call sign - duck quacking. He got to the cemetery at night. The picture is terrifying: all the graves are torn apart by shells ... Probably, more out of fear than was necessary, the boy cracked so hard that he did not notice how our radio operator crawled up behind him and, holding Sasha's mouth with his palm, whispered: “Are you crazy, boy? Have you seen ducks quacking at night ?! They sleep at night! " Nevertheless, the task was completed.

In June 1944, the 1st Belorussian Front began preparations for the offensive. Sasha was summoned to the corps reconnaissance department and introduced to the pilot-lieutenant colonel. He dubiously looked at the boy, but the intelligence chief assured that San Sanych could be trusted, he is a "shot sparrow". The pilot-lieutenant colonel said that the Nazis are preparing a powerful defensive barrier near Minsk. Equipment is continuously being transferred to the front by rail. Unloading is carried out somewhere in the forest, on a disguised railway line 70 kilometers from the front line. This branch must be destroyed. But this is not at all easy to do. The reconnaissance paratroopers did not return from the mission. Air reconnaissance also cannot detect anything, everything is disguised. The task is to find a secret railway line within three days and mark its location by hanging old bed linen on the trees.

This business, Sanya, - as if from a distance the commander's voice sounded, - we decided to entrust you. And the colonel put his big hand on his shoulder.

At night, a group of scouts left on a mission. When everything was ready, the boy was brought to the commander of the group.

We walked all the way in silence. The detachment stretched out in a chain so that Sanka could only see an elderly man and a young lieutenant. Then he was no longer with them on the way, and they parted. They changed San Sanych into civilian clothes and gave him a bale of bed linen. The result is a teenage street child who exchanges underwear for groceries. He made his way through the forest along the main railway. Paired fascist patrols every 300 meters. Badly exhausted, he dozed off during the day and almost got caught. I woke up from a strong kick. Two fascist policemen searched him, shook up the whole bale of linen. Discovered several potatoes, a piece of bread and bacon were immediately taken away. We also brought a couple of pillowcases and towels with Belarusian embroidery. At parting, "blessed":

Get out, puppy, before we shoot you!

For several kilometers he made his way along the wire, until he came to the main railway line. Lucky: a military train, loaded with tanks, slowly turned off the main path and disappeared between the trees. Here it is, a mysterious branch! The Nazis disguised it perfectly. At night, Sanka climbed to the top of a tree growing at the junction of the railway line with the main highway and hung the first sheet there. By dawn, I hung out the bedding in three more places. He marked the last point with his own shirt, tying it by the sleeves. Now she fluttered in the wind like a flag. I sat in a tree until morning. It was very scary, but most of all I was afraid to fall asleep and miss the reconnaissance plane. The plane arrived on time. The Nazis did not touch him, so as not to betray themselves. The plane circled at a distance for a long time, then passed over Sasha, turned towards the front and waved its wings. It was a prearranged signal: "The branch has been spotted, go away - we will bomb!"

Sashka untied his shirt and went down to the ground. After only two kilometers away, I heard the hum of our bombers, and soon there were explosions where the enemy's secret branch passed. The echo of their cannonade accompanied him the entire first day of his journey to the front line. The next day, I went to the river and, having crossed it, met our scouts, with whom they crossed the front line. Sanya understood from the haggard faces that the scouts had been at the bridge for more than one day, but they could not do anything to destroy the crossing. The train that approached was unusual: the cars were sealed, the SS guards. They are transporting ammunition! The train stopped, allowing an oncoming ambulance train to pass. The submachine gunners from the guards of the echelon with ammunition went to the opposite side from us - to see if there were any acquaintances among the wounded. Sashka snatched the explosives from the hands of the soldier and, without waiting for permission, rushed to the embankment. He crawled under the carriage, struck a match ... Then the carriage wheels began to move, and the German's forged boot hung from the footboard. It’s impossible to get out from under the carriage ... What to do? He opened the "dog lover" coal box on the move - and climbed into it along with the explosives. When the wheels thumped dully on the bridge deck, he struck a match again and lit the fuse-cord. There were only a few seconds left before the explosion. He jumped out of the box, slipped between the sentries, and off the bridge - into the water! Diving over and over again, I swam with the flow. Several guards and sentries fired at the sailing Sasha at the same time. And then explosives exploded. The wagons with ammunition began to break, as if in a chain. The fiery tornado engulfed the bridge, the train, and the guards.

No matter how hard San Sanych tried to sail away, a fascist boat caught up with him. The Nazis beat Sasha and from the beatings he lost consciousness. The brutalized Germans dragged Sasha into a house on the bank of the river and crucified him: his hands and feet were nailed to the wall at the entrance. The scouts saved San Sanych. They saw that he had fallen into the hands of the guards. Suddenly attacking the house, the Red Army men recaptured Sasha from the Germans. They took him off the wall, wrapped him in a raincoat and carried him in their arms to the front line. On the way we stumbled upon an enemy ambush. Many died in the fleeting battle. The wounded sergeant grabbed and carried Sasha out of this inferno. He hid it, leaving him his machine gun, went to fetch water to treat Sashka's wounds, but he was killed by the Nazis…. After a while, the dying Sasha was found by our soldiers and sent to a hospital in distant Novosibirsk on an ambulance train. In this hospital, Sashka was treated for five months. Without completing his treatment, he fled with the discharged tankers, persuading his nanny-grandmother to bring him an old clothes to "walk around the city."

San Sanych, caught up with his regiment already in Poland, near Warsaw. He was assigned to the tank crew. Once, by chance, he met the same pilot-lieutenant colonel who had sent him on a mission. He was very happy: “I've been looking for you for six months! I gave my word: if I'm alive, I will definitely find it! " The tankmen let Sasha go to the air regiment for a day, where he met the pilots who bombed that secret branch. They loaded him with chocolate and took him on airplanes. Then the entire air regiment lined up, and San Sanych was solemnly presented with the Order of Glory, III degree.

At the Seelow Heights in Germany on April 16, 1945, Sasha knocked out Hitler's Tiger tank. At the crossroads, the two tanks met head-on. San Sanych was for the gunner, fired first and hit the "tiger" under the tower. The heavy armor "cap" flew off like a light ball. On the same day, the Nazis also knocked out Sashkin's tank. The crew, fortunately, survived completely.

On April 29, Sashkin's tank was knocked out by the Nazis again. The entire crew died, only Sashka survived, he was taken to the hospital wounded. He woke up only on May 8. The hospital was located in Karlshorst opposite the building where the German surrender act was signed. The wounded paid no attention to either the doctors or their own wounds - they jumped, danced, hugged each other. Having laid him on a sheet, Sasha was dragged to the window to show how Marshal Zhukov came out after the signing of the surrender. It was VICTORY!

San Sanych returned to Moscow in the summer of 1945. For a long time he did not dare to enter his house on Begovaya Street ... He did not write to his mother for more than two years, fearing that she would take him from the front. I was not so afraid of anything as this meeting with her. I understood how much grief he brought to her! .. He entered noiselessly, as they had taught me to walk in reconnaissance. But the maternal intuition turned out to be thinner - she turned sharply, threw up her head and for a long, long time, without stopping, looked at Sasha, on his tunic, on which were adorned with two orders and five medals ...

Do you smoke? she finally asked.

Aha! - Sashka lied to hide his embarrassment and not burst into tears.

You are so small, you defended our HOMELAND! I'm so proud of you, my mother said

Sasha hugged his mother and they both burst into tears ... ...

Alexander Alexandrovich Kolesnikov survived to this day, he was filmed Feature Film"It was in intelligence." Be sure to check it out.

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