Valya Taran Biography

But I'll start in order. There was a late autumn of the year. The family lived near Moscow, in Perovsk. A funeral came here to my brother. Somewhere far from us, father fought. In my soul, it was difficult to express that it would not have enough words, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya would help-her courage strengthened my determination to go to the front, to be at the same time who fights the fascists, killers.

I knew that I, a minor, would not trust my weapons. Can't you be useful without it? I went to the hairdresser to a familiar master. For three months she learned to cut, shave men. And at the end of February, G. made his way to the commander and began to beg him to enroll me with a fighter. He gently replies: - Daughter, come back home, your mother probably got enough of it. Look how you turned blue from the cold, your place on the stove.

The brother is killed at the front, the father is fighting. Let me not be able to shoot, but to cut and shave a soldier who your way will it be? And I can, here the commander thought the instruments, looked at me as, probably, at his daughter, going to the war. I sighed and so I got into the fighter-anti-tank artillery regiment. In the breaks between the battles went to the batteries, cut, shaved the fighters.

Often helped to sterilize bandages in a medical unit, learned to bandage light wounds. Everyone was very cherished, sorry. During shelling and bombing, they ordered to hide. Wait for the lull. But during the hours of respite, the soldiers gathered in the trench and vied with vying: - Sing to us, Valenka. You have a sonorous voice, it penetrates the soul, takes away to families and I sang my favorite front -line songs: “Stuggage”, “Blue handkerchief”, “from the distant outpost” brightened the faces of the fighters.

They praised me, affectionately called "Little Valenka, a little higher than the felt boot I thought about them and my father. I was lucky - I was alive, after the war I returned home. We did not wait for my father. Such a figure was recorded in the Central Archive of the Ministry of Defense: at the age of sixteen years of young front -line soldiers, there were three thousand five hundred.

Drinks of such information is available in hooks. If they are united, then the number will double and will be seven to eight thousand young fighters. Recall everyone, dear readers, the names of some daughters of the regiments. The front -line path began in Kerch in May. At ten, she became a nurse of the army hospital. Under Berlin, in the city of Bernau, saved the life of hundreds of Soviet soldiers.

Having groped for some window in the wall, he spun something, and the curtains disguised as a gray foundation sank down, exposing a secret door with a hanging large lock. The stranger took out the key, opened the lock and disappeared behind the door. Having thrown off the boots, I tipsy went to the secret door and, although my heart was desperately pounding, began to go down to the basement.

What I saw shocked: the whole huge space of the basement was forced by stacks of shells, confused by multi -colored wires. The unknown sat bent over some mechanism. I rushed up the steps. Jumping into the courtyard, she silently closed the door and that she had a spirit ran to the head of the hospital. By alarm, a guard platoon was raised. During the interrogation, the detainee admitted that he, the SS officer, had the task of blowing up the hospital.

Successfully carried out many instructions of the center. After the partisan operation, the fascist echelon was launched nearby - the whole family of Kirilenko was forced to go into the forest. She became a fighter of the partisan detachment and Katya. She especially distinguished himself when the ADOLF Hitler armored train was destroyed. The girl entered the sabotage detachment, which burned the enemy oil depot.

Once, during the next intelligence, Katya was seized by the Nazis. They tortured her. I do not know any underground workers and partisans.

The executioners let me go the partisans caressed the exhausted, tormented girl and thanked for valuable information. The Nazis burned her native village, and Valya took revenge with his brother Gregory: several cars with punishers took off into the air. And how many, then the Nazis fell from the well -aimed shots of a black -eyed Divchina! She possessed a phenomenal memory and talent of the artist.

And yet, as an actress, she knew how to reincarnate: a pretty girl easily turned into a miserable beggar, who was familiar with fascist patrols, and skillfully obtained information about enemy objects, depicted them on paper with accuracy. In mid -November, the regiment was raised on alarm at night and took up defense at an altitude of two hundred twelve. Galya was next to the commander in the trench, and below, in the hollow, they lost their horse's herd.

They fell under the very first shelling, and Galya saw how he stood on his hind legs and plastered her Mercury plaintively. The fighters were ceased to fire, and the girl realized that there was no one in the trenches alive. Maxim Maxim fell silent and machine gun. But the machine gunner was dead, and the Nazis were already a hundred steps, their screams were heard: “Rus Kaput!

A machine gun began to mow the Nazis. They fled but about the height of two hundred and twelve and she tells her first reward with special excitement.