For my generation - born in the 50s, the war was already history, but its traces were visible and tangible...Then the words "before the war", "to the war" were also commonplace, as now "yesterday" or "after yesterday"..The debris of the anti-aircraft calculation in the vicinity was not yet flooded, many went to work in shinels instead of a coat and on the market a lot of legless, on carriages with bearings instead of wheels, sold homemade cardboxes and slides on sticks..And in the city bath to walk was scary - every second without hands, legs and in terrible scars. But it was usual – such were my father, my grandfather, and my uncle Petya’s neighbor. However, no, it was impossible to get used to something, Uncle Petya was not just scary, but terrible...People looked at his face from the left, scratching and taking their eyes away. It was almost a naked skull with teeth, unclear what the eye holds on and covered with scars of something that resembled meat scratches...When drunken uncle Petya, returning at night from work, tried to rob in our deaf streets, the hanuriki dedicated him to the face with a lamp- and fled from fear, taking for a whimper...But this is a fairy tale.
And we, of course, were wearing on the streets playing a "warrior". Many had real pilots with stars, German trophies, field bags, belts and even something more serious. Once, the district seized the head of the boys carrying on the street, and the runner in front held in his hands a real "Luger" (he was also a "parabellum") and spoke the classic "Pu! and PU! Fall down or we won’t play!!” The boy was immediately caught by the ear, and the luger was sent to the pocket of the police caliphs. The district knew everyone in the district and the boy was immediately transported to his father's uncle Pete.When he saw in the hands of the district luger, the uncle Petya quietly drove into the chamber and got out of under a bunch of orders a roasted and lost paper. She stated that "this cold weapon No.... is a reward and left to the owner for eternal storage for the destruction of three Hitlerites in a hand-past. Seal and signature of the commander of the unit.
Is it cold?I opened the eye of the area. Vish, cha, Fedorich, his trunk is bended, you can’t smash, says Uncle Petya. True, in the beginning he was very even gunfire - it made my cheek off. The thing went out - I fell in the attack on the Germans in the tranche, and here the entrance to the blender, and from it an officer with this pistol comes out. I wanted to smash him from the PPS - and the ammunition! I grabbed the gun of the German by the trunk and wanted to take it to the side, and the wretch at this moment and shot - I was burned like a fire... I sounded out of pain, pulled out the gun from the German and gave the German in the forehead with anger, until the splashes flew. And here the second climbs - I also picked him up, and there was another idiot... I woke up in the medsambat. The nurse said the gun could not be pulled out of his hand.
The districtman put a gun on the table, he wanted to go, but still asked, "Why did you not shoot from it, but beat?"
Uncle Petya whispered - the general also asked me when he handed the medal... Well, I will not tell him - because he knows him?! God so pleased...All then subordinated – it was not a shit to give him ammunition, he only owns as an oak weapon.
The district man looked at the idle figure of Uncle Petty, the curved trunk and suddenly embraced Uncle Petty, gave honor and went to the exit. There was also a red star on his whale.