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About Uncle Vanya
This story was told to me many years ago, great-grandfather, grandfathers home from the war did not return. Details erased from memory, but the important thing to remember forever.
With it served hardened muzhichische, Siberian, past the war, his classmates remember everything, because such people had little at all times.
About how Uncle Vanya went to war.
The hero of our story all his life he lived in a remote corner of the vast Siberia. The nearest town was almost a hundred miles an impassable taiga, where he hunted, shooting an animal and collecting mushrooms and berries. Once a year, in spring, Uncle Vanya reached the city, where I was to shag fur, artless of clothes and ammunition, and then went into a backwater. Unsociable, he spoke little and briefly only zyrkaet blue eyes from his cropped blond bangs straight, tying a bag of belongings. Baba whispered, looking at the mighty hermit, men respectfully kept their distance. Growth in it was under two meters, and under his shirt looked through steel muscles. It was even said that he was a bear with his bare hands pulled into death ...
The first war winter was cold and capricious, as the young maiden. Germans near Moscow froze in the ground and in the Urals were relatively warm days in Siberia. On one such day in December to the house of Uncle Vanya nailed fugitive convict, who told Ivan about the war. He listened in silence, flooded bathhouse, warmed up, pointing a fugitive after the watch over the economy, gave a couple of blows "to teach it," and standing on snow shoes, went to the side of the city ...
Bustle of the city was unusually much. Refugees of war scurried usually thinly populated streets of the city, creating a turbulent, and even alarming situation. Ivan asked first got in the way of the soldier, "Where is the war take?" And get to the recruiting office, joined the crowd of men waiting for their turn. Who is on the agenda who volunteer, but vividly discussed the latest front-line news and a lot of smoke, cursing at soplyavku-Hitler.
Boots Ivan was not. It certainly was in the size, but the tops were too narrow. So he would have gone to the front, in the boots to Berlin, but the storekeeper called companions, seamstress, and she embroidered a few pairs of high boots, inserting the shaft pieces of rawhide. The uniform also proved difficult to find - all of which was in stock, pop on heroic shoulders. And once again saved a seamstress ... With her light hand, dressed in military Uncle Vanya, got a rifle and plunged into the car, boxcar, went to war ...
Uncle Vanya took height.
It was already in Belarus, which are exempt from the Nazis. Part, which served as Ivan, was badly battered in the battles, not sent reinforcements, and command drove west. The small town, taken in heavy, bloody battle, went to the river, the road to which was cut high, topped with well-fortified bunkers, tightly pressed her to the ground with machine gun fire dense whole company. Bristling loopholes, Bunker wrote a death notice after another, should anyone of the fighters to raise his head from behind cover. Silently looked at the hated bunker, Uncle Vanya suddenly sat up and said shortly Lieutenant "come back", ran crouching somewhere in the ruins ...
They waited for him long. Procured somewhere zhelezyaku almost self growth and nearly a meter wide, thick as a finger, Ivan tied it with wire and pulled in front of him. One queue tapped fraction of metal, the other ... He walked up the hill, hiding behind a metal, stopping and resting on the ground when the machine gun beat the long queue. For the belt he had a bunch of grenades, and a company with bated breath, watching the duel between the hero and a fire-breathing dragon. Slowly but surely, he approached the fire point, the risk of being knocked down - the Germans were shooting at those moments when he started to go. But the mighty Siberian withstand the pressure of the lead shower and moved higher and higher, until he reached the top. Throwing armor silenced recess, Uncle Vanya climbed onto the roof of the bunker, and got up on all fours and threw grenades inside through another loophole. Even from far away to be seen as shuddered and slipped beneath the earth. Machine guns fell silent, and the neighborhood began to ring stogolosym "Hurray !!!".
Ivan stood up, took off his helmet, as if in memory of those killed by the Germans and straightened to his full height, lit a cigarette. By evening, reinforcements arrived, engineers engaged in construction of crossing the river, and the men vying discussed feat Uncle Vanya, lost in conjecture, where he got a piece of armor. It was said that he tore his bare hands lined armored personnel carrier, but he remained silent, bread Pshenko from traveling pot ...
For this feat he was awarded the medal "For Courage».
Uncle Vanya German eaten.
Already on the border between Poland and Germany, we have taken some kind of fortress. massacring its garrison cleaned. In survived only one corporal, who was locked up in a dilapidated concrete small room at the far end of a long underground corridor. Soldiers warming themselves at the stoves in a room, Uncle Vanya trophy puffing a cigarette, standing at the door. To him I went down and asked the commander to look at the prisoner. Is he alive yet (it was quite cold). Out of habit, in silence, Ivan disappeared in the shadows of the corridor ...
I must say that he had a good appetite. Assigned command of a double ration was too small for him, and after each fight Ivan scoured the enemy knapsack and warehouse in search of something sestnogo. Put to hand the trophy was canned, but turned a blind eye to the fact that he was always first to the failure of his duffel bag stuffed only after handing over the remains of the kitchen. Brothers in Arms Nezlobnaya sometimes joked about his voracity, but he did not pay attention to the antics. Only occasionally grinned at the sharpest joke.
... Fifteen minutes after the departure of the Germans Uncle Vanya came back, holding a piece of pink meat in one hand and a dagger in the other German. Sitting on a box at the door, he eagerly sank his teeth into the meat, already munching, drew attention to the hushed soldiers and commanders, who looked at his meal.
- What are you, Germans ate ??? - Almost shouted the commander.
Ivan mumbled something mouthful and showed his eyes on the door.
The commander got up and stiffly out of the room, to see for themselves what even the battle-hardened, having seen the terrible man does not want to see. The soldiers were silent, and after a few minutes the hall resounded with the choicest obscenities. Returning officer turned a few mats, but relieved - German was alive and almost well (except for the fact that he was pretty scared and cold). But Ivan the meat found in the room, which did not immediately noticed - it was a small grocery store, which was hanging half pig carcasses.
But since then, the soldiers teased Ivan supposedly ate German ...
Uncle Vanya is not reached Berlin quite a bit. In one battle it pretty seriously wounded, but when he left the hospital, the yard was already July, and the joy of victory. Returning to the back part of the Union, he was the reserve for injury, and early in the morning, said goodbye to his comrades-in-arms, took a train to Siberia. Since then, about him was not heard ...
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With it served hardened muzhichische, Siberian, past the war, his classmates remember everything, because such people had little at all times.
About how Uncle Vanya went to war.
The hero of our story all his life he lived in a remote corner of the vast Siberia. The nearest town was almost a hundred miles an impassable taiga, where he hunted, shooting an animal and collecting mushrooms and berries. Once a year, in spring, Uncle Vanya reached the city, where I was to shag fur, artless of clothes and ammunition, and then went into a backwater. Unsociable, he spoke little and briefly only zyrkaet blue eyes from his cropped blond bangs straight, tying a bag of belongings. Baba whispered, looking at the mighty hermit, men respectfully kept their distance. Growth in it was under two meters, and under his shirt looked through steel muscles. It was even said that he was a bear with his bare hands pulled into death ...
The first war winter was cold and capricious, as the young maiden. Germans near Moscow froze in the ground and in the Urals were relatively warm days in Siberia. On one such day in December to the house of Uncle Vanya nailed fugitive convict, who told Ivan about the war. He listened in silence, flooded bathhouse, warmed up, pointing a fugitive after the watch over the economy, gave a couple of blows "to teach it," and standing on snow shoes, went to the side of the city ...
Bustle of the city was unusually much. Refugees of war scurried usually thinly populated streets of the city, creating a turbulent, and even alarming situation. Ivan asked first got in the way of the soldier, "Where is the war take?" And get to the recruiting office, joined the crowd of men waiting for their turn. Who is on the agenda who volunteer, but vividly discussed the latest front-line news and a lot of smoke, cursing at soplyavku-Hitler.
Boots Ivan was not. It certainly was in the size, but the tops were too narrow. So he would have gone to the front, in the boots to Berlin, but the storekeeper called companions, seamstress, and she embroidered a few pairs of high boots, inserting the shaft pieces of rawhide. The uniform also proved difficult to find - all of which was in stock, pop on heroic shoulders. And once again saved a seamstress ... With her light hand, dressed in military Uncle Vanya, got a rifle and plunged into the car, boxcar, went to war ...
Uncle Vanya took height.
It was already in Belarus, which are exempt from the Nazis. Part, which served as Ivan, was badly battered in the battles, not sent reinforcements, and command drove west. The small town, taken in heavy, bloody battle, went to the river, the road to which was cut high, topped with well-fortified bunkers, tightly pressed her to the ground with machine gun fire dense whole company. Bristling loopholes, Bunker wrote a death notice after another, should anyone of the fighters to raise his head from behind cover. Silently looked at the hated bunker, Uncle Vanya suddenly sat up and said shortly Lieutenant "come back", ran crouching somewhere in the ruins ...
They waited for him long. Procured somewhere zhelezyaku almost self growth and nearly a meter wide, thick as a finger, Ivan tied it with wire and pulled in front of him. One queue tapped fraction of metal, the other ... He walked up the hill, hiding behind a metal, stopping and resting on the ground when the machine gun beat the long queue. For the belt he had a bunch of grenades, and a company with bated breath, watching the duel between the hero and a fire-breathing dragon. Slowly but surely, he approached the fire point, the risk of being knocked down - the Germans were shooting at those moments when he started to go. But the mighty Siberian withstand the pressure of the lead shower and moved higher and higher, until he reached the top. Throwing armor silenced recess, Uncle Vanya climbed onto the roof of the bunker, and got up on all fours and threw grenades inside through another loophole. Even from far away to be seen as shuddered and slipped beneath the earth. Machine guns fell silent, and the neighborhood began to ring stogolosym "Hurray !!!".
Ivan stood up, took off his helmet, as if in memory of those killed by the Germans and straightened to his full height, lit a cigarette. By evening, reinforcements arrived, engineers engaged in construction of crossing the river, and the men vying discussed feat Uncle Vanya, lost in conjecture, where he got a piece of armor. It was said that he tore his bare hands lined armored personnel carrier, but he remained silent, bread Pshenko from traveling pot ...
For this feat he was awarded the medal "For Courage».
Uncle Vanya German eaten.
Already on the border between Poland and Germany, we have taken some kind of fortress. massacring its garrison cleaned. In survived only one corporal, who was locked up in a dilapidated concrete small room at the far end of a long underground corridor. Soldiers warming themselves at the stoves in a room, Uncle Vanya trophy puffing a cigarette, standing at the door. To him I went down and asked the commander to look at the prisoner. Is he alive yet (it was quite cold). Out of habit, in silence, Ivan disappeared in the shadows of the corridor ...
I must say that he had a good appetite. Assigned command of a double ration was too small for him, and after each fight Ivan scoured the enemy knapsack and warehouse in search of something sestnogo. Put to hand the trophy was canned, but turned a blind eye to the fact that he was always first to the failure of his duffel bag stuffed only after handing over the remains of the kitchen. Brothers in Arms Nezlobnaya sometimes joked about his voracity, but he did not pay attention to the antics. Only occasionally grinned at the sharpest joke.
... Fifteen minutes after the departure of the Germans Uncle Vanya came back, holding a piece of pink meat in one hand and a dagger in the other German. Sitting on a box at the door, he eagerly sank his teeth into the meat, already munching, drew attention to the hushed soldiers and commanders, who looked at his meal.
- What are you, Germans ate ??? - Almost shouted the commander.
Ivan mumbled something mouthful and showed his eyes on the door.
The commander got up and stiffly out of the room, to see for themselves what even the battle-hardened, having seen the terrible man does not want to see. The soldiers were silent, and after a few minutes the hall resounded with the choicest obscenities. Returning officer turned a few mats, but relieved - German was alive and almost well (except for the fact that he was pretty scared and cold). But Ivan the meat found in the room, which did not immediately noticed - it was a small grocery store, which was hanging half pig carcasses.
But since then, the soldiers teased Ivan supposedly ate German ...
Uncle Vanya is not reached Berlin quite a bit. In one battle it pretty seriously wounded, but when he left the hospital, the yard was already July, and the joy of victory. Returning to the back part of the Union, he was the reserve for injury, and early in the morning, said goodbye to his comrades-in-arms, took a train to Siberia. Since then, about him was not heard ...
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