I’ll tell you about my grandfather, what’s there. He was buried in May, for two days our veteran survived Victory Day.

He was called into the army at the age of 17. He served in the Lviv region, on the border. Before the war they were taken to the border for exercises. He tells that everyone saw German planes flying, troops moving, everyone understood, but Stalin ordered not to panic and believe... He served in artillery, and when the Germans began the offensive, there was such a mess that they forgot to give orders. And they, the artillery regiment, with combat equipment, sat and watched the enemy coming and could do nothing. Eventually, we were surrounded. They broke through to their own, 40 kilometers at night. Fear was, but youth is youth - for humor the forces remained. In such transitions, everyone wanted to sleep terribly, and they slept in turn: one goes in the middle and sleeps, two on the sides are held and directed. Sometimes the dormant comrades let go of the sleeping man and watched him continue to walk, fall on the side, fall, and so sweetly stretch. And everyone is fun - death of laughter is afraid, believed.
Bombing every night. Once they crashed - everyone was hiding under a broken tractor on the road, and my grandfather didn't have enough space. He fell where he stood, lying not alive, not dead, he feels that something has shrunk on his hip. When the bombing passed, it turned out, the fragment hit the sapphire scarf, turned it all around, and flew away. And in the place of the tractor wreck... Then he believed that he would come to his mother alive.
They go on, less and less every night. On the road, the truck was found turned, repaired, the driver was found. Grandpa got a seat right behind the cabin. That night the truck overturned, and a couple of people survived, including my grandfather, who was protected by the same cabin.
He broke into his own. Designated a communicator in artillery calculation. We rushed to Stalingrad, we didn't have time - the ring was locked. Located on the sidelines, grandfather needs, as usual, to connect. He took the coil and drowned to the command post. The wires there, he says, lay immeasurably, so, in order not to get lost, he took the already stretched wire with his free hand, the closest, to his calculation, and held for him, placed his own. It goes, the coil is heavy, winter, the hands shrink and faint. He decided to change his hands, releases his Ariadne thread, rolls the coil, drops his eyes - mommies, and there is a glove, and, he tells us, both our and the German mix. The price of the mistake is to get straight into the legs of the Germans. Not alive, not dead, not knowing what to do. You will no longer turn back - went far, and when he walked, he did not follow, hoping for a wire. As a result, he went along the line of the front, went by chance, two days later went out in a circle to his calculation Who wandered in the forest, he knows that without an orientation you walk in a circle and return to the starting point. His guardian angel brought him out.
He went through the war, took Berlin, and then served in Germany. All the time I was very fond of my beloved mother. As a result, he dropped everything, despite the conspiracies and promises of his career, and went to Belarus, to his mom and his hometown. I didn’t receive letters all that time, flying like wings.
Arrived - and as in the song "Enemies burned their hometown"... During the war, the younger sister went to the partisans, as part of a sabotage group undermined the railway. He kept the explosives behind the closet at home, saying nothing to his mother. They lived on the move, in the booth of the wanderer, and when the Germans came to relocate them to the village to settle there their wanderer, they moved the closet and... Mother was terribly tortured, cut alive with a knife to give where the partisans, hanged and not allowed to bury. The sister, learning about this, tracked out the colonel who directed the torture and shot him. The resentment of his sister and, what is there, the partisan commanders, who gave a 16-year-old girl to hide an explosive in the house, remained with him for the rest of his life.
After the funeral, looking out his things, found a notebook with his story. My grandfather went to Jurfak and went to his hometown for the holidays. Since his home was not left, he went to his homeland. Here he goes from one village to another, looking under his feet, sad. Suddenly some force causes him to raise his eyes, and he sees: right in the middle of the road lies a "naughty hairy creature" - a huge wolf. My grandfather froze on the spot, and such an insult took him: it is necessary, 5 years of war passed and remained alive, and here some local wolf will now eat and not drown. There are a few options – you will not escape anymore. And he began to say to the wolf, "Wolf, sweet, get up, go away from the road. I need aunt Anne, she’s waiting for me, worried. Let go, do not interfere.” And then the wolf reluctantly rises, looks him in the eyes and goes into the field, where the wolves play with the wolf.
My grandfather has had that power all his life. When he was a juvenile prosecutor, the teenagers whose cases he investigated came to thank him for putting them in jail on time and not allowing them to ruin their lives.
We buried our grandfather with an honorary guard and a farewell salutation as a war veteran. I cannot believe that he is no longer.
The last thing I want to ask. Please help our veterans. So few are left. Grab the neighbor's grandfather gardens, fix the fence, throw the crop from the country, wash the grandmother's windows, wash the underwear. They don’t need our beautiful words on the internet – they’re not kids, and they know the price of nails and candy on May 9. And even if they are 90 years old, even if they have a pain, they still want to live. And even if it seems to you that their life is no longer worth anything, you cannot decide for a person the price of his life.