I once asked a highly educated audience an online quest:

I came across an astonishing biography. Who can guess, not Google, about whom it is:

Awards and awards in the Russian Empire
Order of St. Stanislav II of St.
Order of St. Anna 2nd St.
Order of St. Vladimir the Fourth.
in the USSR
Hero of Socialist Labour
Two orders of Lenin, two orders of the Red Banner of Labor
The city was named in his honor and has not yet been renamed.

The educated audience for some reason immediately remembered Count Ignatiev. This answer is wrong. He was awarded the following Soviet awards:
Medal "For victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945"
Medal "XX Years of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army" (1938)

Both awards are somewhat bullying, because Count Ignatiev did not take any part in the early twentieth years of the activity of the Red Army, remaining at this time in France and growing champignons. He also did not participate in the Great Patriotic War by age and distrust of the relevant authorities. Well at least not noticed and allowed to write a book.

I wrote about the absolute record holder in the combination of imperial and Soviet awards. The phenomenon is amazing. Owners of the Order of St. Stalin and St. Anna and St. Vladimir in the USSR was simply opposed to the title of Heroes of Socialist Labour.

Unfortunately, according to the results of the survey, he was unknown to anyone. Here is the funniest response:

Oh shit, who is that?! to
I broke all the tsarist generals and scientists with diplomats, the night did not sleep - who??????? to

Those who wish can try to guess by stopping reading. I extend the condition - you can google as much as you want, if some glorious or shameful historical name itself came to your mind, and you just deal with its awards in Russia and the USSR. This is a good way to appreciate the difference everyone else has with this person.

For a long time he lived in a profitable house on one of the most beautiful streets of Moscow. This street is small, short and unknown. Like a quiet forest river, it flows, hidden by the high crowns of ancient buildings, right next to the spacious dams of the Clean ponds. A rare cyclist will fly to the middle of it, how tempting the streets leaving it. I crossed her hundreds of times and stopped for a few seconds to look at her. But along the Chaplichin Street I never managed to walk. Yesterday confused the passing courtyards and stumbled upon the house with the board "HERE CHAPLIGIN lived". Who is this Chaplin? I was surprised, and I searched.

According to Wiki, it is “one of the founders of modern aeromechanics and aerodynamics.” I recommend reading the entire biography, it’s awesome.
HTTPS://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaплыgin,_Sergy_Alekseevich

He also managed to lead the main female university of Russia for several years, the so-called "Second MGU". And the CAGI, from which Soviet cosmonautics and turboreactive aviation grew. Some of his best developments became relevant only after half a century. A crater on the moon was named in his honor, but I kept silent about it in the quest not to burn. Where else will you find the man with the highest awards of the Russian Empire and the USSR, and also with a crater?

It did not survive the supercomputers of our time. But according to his formulas, written with goose pen and ink, they still work.

He cannot be called the father of space. It only helped solve the technical problem – how to overcome the resistance of our planet’s atmosphere. For the same questionable reasons, it can be considered the father of modern aviation. But she grew up on his formulas.

In this biography I was really surprised by something different. Chapligin became an orphan at the age of two - at the age of 24 from a cholera epidemic died his father, a man of command, a very poor man. And the quarantine was violent no less than it is now, with no fewer victims of the epidemic, and no fewer stupidities of the authorities. The widow was probably desperate. Not only from the loss of the closest person in the color of the years, but also from the future - who needs a widow of a speaker with a baby in his arms, in the midst of quarantine and cholera, in the dark corner of poverty of the Russian Empire? Who needs this child?

He had to be raised. Two years is the most responsible age. A new man has appeared in this world. He starts thinking, asking questions.

I do not know how she endured this, but in this unnecessary child she was able to raise a man who would make up the glory of both the Russian Empire and the USSR. Both countries are no longer with all their awards. But they left Chapligin Street, Chapligin City and Chapligin's formulas.

I wish everyone good health, perseverance of spirit and similar pedagogical success in the upbringing of their own children, thrown into the wreck. Quarantine is not the worst time to explain something important to them.

And of course, the day of space.