Stanislav Sergeev

Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers

The October sun gently warmed the skin of my face. Oberleutnant Kurt Möllner enjoyed the last warmth of autumn, relaxing on a wooden bench, unbuttoning his uniform and exposing his face and chest to the warm sun. The state of peace was periodically disturbed by shouts from a wooden house, where the soldiers of his unit were doing their usual thing, destroying Jews and communists, in this godforsaken village near Kiev.

Sergeant Major Josip Kendzer appeared on the threshold of the house, buttoning his pants as he walked.

A really good little Jew, sir.

Melner winced. Being a native German, he treated with contempt his subordinates, Ukrainian nationalists, soldiers of the Bukovinsky Kuren, an auxiliary police unit to which he was transferred a month ago after unsuccessful activities in Belarus.

He was lucky, his friend and fellow student Otto Schleer went missing, most likely a victim of NKVD extermination squads, like Möllner himself.

Coming from an intelligent family, Kurt was fluent in several languages ​​since childhood, including Russian, and of course, having enlisted in military service, he ended up in intelligence. Military fate brought him together with his father’s old friend, Theodor von Hippel, who was creating a sabotage unit within the Abwehr. Having gone to serve as an ordinary soldier, Kurt, thanks to his qualities, was singled out and began to quickly move up the career ladder. While still serving in a separate company, he witnessed how it was transformed into a battalion, and then, before the start of the Russian campaign, into the Brandenburg-800 regiment.

My career was very successful, Holland, Belgium, France. Melner and his group managed to visit everywhere. But after the start of the Russian company, things did not go well. Russian state security agencies managed to organize an effective system of countering the Abwehr reconnaissance and sabotage forces. This was especially evident during the defense of Mogilev, where Melner’s group, thrown behind enemy lines, under the guise of NKVD soldiers, was almost immediately discovered and destroyed, and the chief lieutenant himself was captured. Only the rapid advance of the Wehrmacht allowed Kurt to avoid death, but his record was spoiled after that. And an official investigation was launched against him.

He was temporarily removed from work and assigned to a special department of the Abwehr dealing with nationalist movements in Ukraine. At the request of his father's old friend, he was temporarily appointed commander of the auxiliary police detachment until the trial in his case was completed.

But here he was disappointed. A well-prepared and equipped unit became an uncontrollable pack when they entered any village and heard Russian speech. They considered the destruction of Poles, Jews, communists and their families their right as victors and certainly expressed indignation when they were prevented from using this right. If not for the unspoken instruction not to interfere with such purges, Kurt had long ago stopped such entertainment, but after a conversation with his current leadership, he to some extent agreed with such a policy of cleaning the newly acquired lands of Greater Germany.

Having stopped in a small village, they found someone to take out their bestial anger on. Several Jewish families had already been destroyed. Young Jewish women, who were quite suitable for the needs of young and healthy men, were left alive until the morning. By evening, the secrets posted around the village reported the approach of a small group of Russian encirclement to the village, who were very professionally captured and disarmed. They were locked in a barn with guards posted.

Now Kurt sat and pretended that he was calm about everything that was happening, although in his soul he was shuddering with disgust. Soldiers should not behave this way; their calling is to win battles, not to destroy civilians. Even when he and his group were slaughtering Red Army soldiers in Belarus, he did not experience such feelings. This is war, and it is his duty to destroy the enemy.

Josip Kendzer looked at the new commander and grinned in his heart. Convicted before the war by a Polish court to death for the rape and murder of a Polish teacher, he survived only due to the outbreak of war. Several aerial bombs hit the prison, allowing him to escape in the ensuing confusion and panic. Subsequently, after the capture of Poland by the Germans, he joined the organization of Ukrainian nationalists, where his conviction was regarded as part of the fight against the Poles.

Now he stood on the sidelines and listened as his friends finished having fun with a young Jew. She no longer screamed, she didn’t have enough strength, but only sobbed. But it’s okay, they still have her little sister. The clean-living chief lieutenant never took part in their entertainment, showing his contempt with all his appearance. It’s okay, the time will come and we’ll deal with it.

But then attention was distracted by the noise of the engines. Strange cars were approaching the village. In front was a car, painted in spotted camouflage, with a machine gun on the frame, in which sat an officer and several soldiers in SS uniforms. Behind him were two squat, multi-wheeled combat vehicles, painted in the same camouflage. The fact that these were combat vehicles was indicated by the hull layout and the small turret with a large-caliber machine gun or small-caliber cannon. SS soldiers, dressed in field camouflage, sat comfortably on the armor.

As a military intelligence officer, Kurt immediately determined the military affiliation. These were soldiers of the SS motorized division "Reich", but it is strange what they are doing here. After the losses suffered and the death of its commander, SS Oberstgruppenführer Paul Hausser, during a clash with Russian saboteurs, the division was withdrawn for reorganization and subsequently took an active part in the battle for Smolensk. During his service, Merlner never crossed paths with the personnel of this division, as a result of the long-standing enmity between intelligence and the SS. But this was the first time he had seen such a technique. Probably something new, especially since the SS has always been a favorite and was supplied with new items first.

Quickly putting himself in order, buttoning his jacket and adjusting his belt and holster, he shouted to Kendzer to rein in his soldiers, then the SS appeared. As if to avoid running into ridicule again, and sometimes it came to fist fights. And he did not vouch for his violent army.

Not far from the house where two Opel Blitz vehicles were parked, in which Melner’s unit was traveling, a passenger car with a machine gun stopped. The armored personnel carriers competently blocked the street, one drove out a little further, the second stopped behind, thus covering the street and all nearby approaches with its machine guns.

Summer is in full swing and the stuffiness in the depths of the forest is simply exhausting; from time to time you have to throw back the cape of your camouflage suit and make frequent stops. But still, sweat blurs the eyes, and fatigue makes itself felt. A sedentary lifestyle in the last six months is taking its toll.

Having thrown the load onto the ground, I sat down with relief, leaning my back against the tree, and closed my eyes. I tried to relax as much as possible and feel the situation around me. The wind was blowing in the tops of the trees, but thanks to the trees near the ground, the wind was almost not felt and remained standing as if in a steam room. The usual sounds of the summer forest were sometimes intruded, at the limit of audibility, by a distant cannonade, which could be mistaken for the rumbles of a distant thunderstorm. But, unfortunately, this is not so. This is artillery roaring and increasingly loud explosions can be discerned; apparently we and the war zone are moving towards each other.

To justify my longer rest, I decided to scan the radio range. A slightly modernized portable radio scanner complete with a PDA is very helpful in such a situation. The picture is the same; stations mainly operate in the medium-wave and short-wave ranges. There is practically nothing above one hundred megahertz. There is a lot of Morse code and in the last five hours a lot of shortwave transmitters have appeared. Judging by the frequencies, they are army. Out of interest, I listened to several - mostly German speech, judging by individual phrases, spotters are directing aircraft, and caught Russian-language broadcasts several times. All military content with call signs and coded phrases. The Morse code was also coded, and here the computer came in very handy. A simple program made it possible to immediately display sequences of characters on the screen. Nothing interesting yet.

I caught the Moscow radio on long waves, but this was interesting to listen to, the famous voice of Levitan broadcast: “From the Soviet Information Bureau. On the afternoon of July 5, fierce battles of our troops unfolded against large motorized mechanized units of the enemy in the OSTROVSKY, BORISOVSKY, BOBRUISKY AND NOVOGRAD-VOLYNSKY directions. In the morning On July 5, in the OSTROVSK direction, our troops went on the offensive and drove the enemy south from the city of Ostrov, destroying 140 of his tanks and a significant part of the motorized infantry. In the POLOTSK direction, the enemy tried to cross the Western Dvina River. Our troops launched a decisive counterattack and pushed back enemy to the southern bank of the Western Dvina...” To paraphrase, the only thing that was interesting to me was the date and accuracy of the report. Everything matched so far. This was the evening report from July 5, 1941. The Great Patriotic War has been going on for two weeks now and I, as a fragment of the future, will have to, one way or another, take a certain side and intervene in the course of events. Of course, provided that I don’t get killed at the first contact with the locals.

Oops, an additional and powerful peak appeared on the screen, on the graph displaying the frequency range, and a transmitter started working somewhere nearby. Let's listen to who is broadcasting there - well, of course, the Germans. Apparently mobile intelligence is hanging around nearby and reporting to management. According to the old General Staff map of the forties, there is a dirt road five kilometers away. We will have to take serious measures to ensure the secrecy of movement. True, the German is not yet frightened and it is unlikely that I will stumble upon any Jagdkommando, they appeared only in 1942, as a counterweight to the partisan movement, but special precautions must be taken, it was not enough to run into our retreating ones and get a stupid bullet. Now they are beaten and afraid of every bush, they will act stupidly and the brilliant green will not help.

After walking another three hundred meters, I found a noticeable place not far from a forest stream. A place for a temporary base will be suitable. In dense bushes, I carefully cut off the turf with a folding blade and dig a hole, put the excess soil in a bag and take it to the stream, so as not to unmask the foundation with freshly dug earth, I put equipment, weapons and ammunition there that are not needed for now. On top I place a small but very powerful exploding surprise and a request radio beacon; upon a special coded command, it will begin broadcasting a signal at a high frequency, by which I can find it without problems, the rest is a bummer.

Now it will be easier. Having checked the weapon once again to be sure, he jumped so that nothing would ring, quietly trying not to make noise and avoiding clearings and open spaces, he moved towards the dirt road.

Suddenly there was an explosion very close by, rifles slammed and a machine gun started working. The sound was familiar. Only a Degtyarev machine gun can hit with such a characteristic rate of fire. Somehow recently, or rather in the distant future, our group clashed with a gang of Tatar marauders on the streets of Simferopol, so one bearded horseman dropped the entire disk of forty-seven rounds of ammunition at us, until our sniper Katerina killed him with a screw cutter. So the sound was very familiar.

I reflexively fall to the ground and immediately crawl to the side. Whatever you do is a habit. I didn’t get here from graduation either. I also had to fight.

Several explosions were heard again. Judging by the sound, offensive fragmentation grenades. But the sound of the battle has changed. A German MG-34 rumbled and the leisurely chirping of several MP-38s joined the overall sound. At one time, when he was still serving in the Marine Corps, he accompanied soldiers to participate in the reconstruction of the battles for the liberation of Sevastopol and heard a lot about how characteristic this technique sounds. Apparently the ancestors stumbled upon German reconnaissance and were the first to react, but the armored personnel carrier could not be destroyed and now the Germans are competently crushing them with fire. Curiosity is a dangerous thing, especially in war, but we should see if I can help our people in any way.

Moreover, my weapons are not weak, I have something to help. When I went on this expedition, I equipped myself very carefully, taking into account all my military experience and my considerable capabilities. During the war, I managed to sneak a lot of things into my hole, so there was plenty to choose from. One camouflage cape "Kikimora" is worth it.

I chose the new Russian PP-2000 submachine gun as a weapon for close and short-term fire contact. I got it by accident in 2011, when, as part of the Sevastopol Combined Marine Battalion in Novorossiysk, I had to take part in the destruction of the Turkish landing force. The Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs special forces worked with us there; they were the first to react and, accordingly, came under attack from the Turkish carrier-based aircraft, which covered the landing. Of course, the Turks did a great job, especially when the RK Moskva sank most of the squadron with anti-ship missiles from extreme range. That’s where I got a couple of these special forces-style assault rifles with the ability to install a silencer, a collimator sight and six spare magazines. Another big plus is that these machine guns were developed for the 9mm Parabellum cartridge, which was actively used in the German army, so there should be no problems with ammunition.

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Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers? Book 8. Second attempt (Stanislav Sergeev)

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Stanislav Sergeev
Year of manufacture: 2015
Genre: Alternative history, fantasy
Publisher: Creative Group SamIzdat
Executor: Alexander Chaitsyn
Duration: 12:20:07
Description:
The world of the near future. The Third World War died down, and the planet plunged into the nightmare of nuclear winter. The remnants of people are quietly dying from radiation, disease and hunger in various kinds of bunkers and shelters, fiercely fighting among themselves for the remains of food and fuel. In Crimea, an officer of the Russian Marine Corps managed to take advantage of the developments of a secret institute, break a tunnel into the past and interfere with the course of history. Counteroffensive near Moscow 1941–1942. in this reality, with the support of aliens from the future, led to the complete defeat of Army Group Center, and after the death of Hitler, Germany began negotiations on the withdrawal of troops from the occupied territories of the USSR, but the main character does not stop there and breaks a tunnel into the world of 1914, where also there is a war and thousands of Russian people are dying...
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Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers? Book 7. Enemies of grandfathers (Sergeev Stanislav)

Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2014

Publisher: Creative group "SamIzdat"
Performer: Chaitsyn Alexander
Duration: 12:15:43
Description: The world after the Third World War. Nuclear winter, people live in bunkers and shelters, fighting for the remains of clean food and fuel. Here slavery is the rule, and the main law is the right of the strong. In such a world, the surviving officers and soldiers of the Russian army, remaining human, managed to find a way back to the past, to 1942. There is also a war going on there, and our contemporaries, who received a sip from...

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Format: audiobook, AAC, 128kbps
Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2014
Genre fiction
Publisher:
Performer: Chaitsyn Alexander
Duration: 14:53:06
Description: Time travel becomes commonplace, and people who survived the flames of the Third World War take an active part in defending the Motherland in 1941. Against the backdrop of intrigue, betrayal and attempts to seize time travel equipment, a picture of one of the most grandiose and iconic battles of the Great Patriotic War - the Battle of Moscow - unfolds before posterity. Alaska, Argentina, Antarctica - Lieutenant Colonel...

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Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers 7, Enemies of grandfathers (Sergeev Stanislav)

Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2014
Genre fiction


Duration: 12:15:43
Description: The world after the Third World War. Nuclear winter, people live in bunkers and shelters, fighting for the remains of clean food and fuel. Here slavery is the rule, and the main law is the right of the strong. In such a world, the surviving officers and soldiers of the Russian army, remaining human, managed to find a way back to the past, to 1942. There is also a war going on there, and our contemporaries, who received a breath of fresh air from the pro...

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Format: audiobook, AAC, 128kbps
Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2013
Genre fiction
Publisher:
Performer: Chaitsyn Alexander
Duration: 11:49:20
Description: A unique time travel setup connects two worlds. In one of them, the world of the future, a global nuclear war has taken place, and the remnants of civilization are trying to survive in bunkers and shelters, desperately fighting for the remains of food and fuel. And the world of 1941, where the Great Patriotic War is going on, and the troops of Nazi Germany stand at the gates of Moscow. What will people do who have lost their peace, hope and gained access to the world...

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Series: Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers (Stanislav Sergeev)

Format: FB2, OCR without errors
Author: Stanislav Sergeev
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Publisher: Lenizdat
Number of books: 4
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Year of manufacture: 2011_2013
Genre: fantasy, alternative history
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Duration: 62:19:16
Description: A unique time travel setup connects two worlds. In one of them, the world of the future, a global nuclear war has taken place, and the remnants of civilization are trying to survive in bunkers and shelters, desperately fighting for the remains of food and fuel. And the world of 1941, where the Great Patriotic War is going on, and the troops of Nazi Germany stand at the gates of Moscow. Expand1.Always...

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Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers 6, Time of War (Sergeev Stanislav)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 128kbps
Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2014
Genre fiction
Publisher: DIY audiobook
Performer: Alexander Chaitsyn (Alex)
Duration: 14:53:06
Description: Time travel becomes commonplace, and people who survived the flames of the Third World War take an active part in defending the Motherland in 1941. Against the backdrop of intrigue, betrayal and attempts to seize time travel equipment, a picture of one of the most grandiose and iconic battles of the Great Patriotic War - the Battle of Moscow - unfolds before posterity. Alaska, Argentina...

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Format: audiobook, MP3, 32kbps
Author: Stanislav Sergeev
Year of manufacture: 2011-1012
Genre: Fantasy, alternative history
Publisher: DIY Audiobook
Performer: Chaitsyn Alexander (Alex)
Duration: 12:00:40 + 13:53:08 +12:33:02 +12:01:36
Description: 1.Always war. “What to do if there is no way out and everything is lost. If you are sitting in a bunker and counting the days left until death, and there is a radioactive desert above. If the opportunity arises to change everything, what to do and whose side to take.” Everything we feared has happened. Civil war, atomic bombings, nuclear winter. In a small bunker...

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Dec
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And again the war (Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers-5) (Stanislav Sergeev)

Author: Stanislav Sergeev
Year of manufacture: 2013
Genre: Action fantasy
Publisher:
Performer: Alexander Chaitsyn
Duration: 11:49:20
Description: A unique time travel setup connects two worlds. In one of them, the world of the future, a global nuclear war has taken place, and the remnants of civilization are trying to survive in bunkers and shelters, desperately fighting for the remains of food and fuel. And the world of 1941, where the Great Patriotic War is going on, and the troops of Nazi Germany stand at the gates of Moscow. What will people do who have lost their peace, hope and gained access...

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Mar
2015

Do we know Russian? Book one (Aksyonova Maria)

Author: Aksenova Maria
Year of manufacture: 2015
Genre: Linguistics
Publisher: Can't buy it anywhere
Performer: Nadezhda Vinokurova
Duration: 06:36:26
Description: How did I, a mathematician by training, dare to write such a book? I ask myself this question endlessly. And here are my “justifying” arguments: firstly, I’ve been writing poetry all my life. And poets have a particularly reverent attitude towards words. Secondly, life just so happened that after graduating from the Faculty of Mechanics and Mathematics of Moscow State University, I began to rack my brains not over mathematical problems, but over solving a humanities problem...

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Second attempt (Sergeev Stanislav)

Series: Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers (8th book) ISBN: 978-5-516-00246-5
Format: FB2, eBook (originally computer)
Author: Sergeev Stanislav
Year of manufacture: 2014
Genre: Action Fiction, Alternative History
Publisher: Publishing house "Leningrad"
Russian language
Description: The world of the near future. The Third World War died down, and the planet plunged into the nightmare of nuclear winter. The remnants of people are quietly dying from radiation, disease and hunger in various kinds of bunkers and shelters, fiercely fighting among themselves for the remains of food and fuel. In Crimea, an officer of the Russian Marine Corps managed to take advantage of...

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Jan
2014

Third bullet. The Saga of Bob Lee Swagger. Book 8 (Hunter Stephen)

Format: audiobook, AAC, 128kbps
Author: Hunter Stephen
Year of manufacture: 2014
Genre: Action/Thriller
Publisher: DIY Audiobook
Artist: Stix37
Duration: 15:46:05
Description: Bob Lee Swagger returns to a case fifty years ago. There’s not even a clue here... It’s a whisper, a trace, a ghostly echo that has rolled through decades, but is so fragile that it can be destroyed by a careless sigh. But this is enough to make the legendary former Marine sniper Bob Lee Swagger interested in the events of November 22, 1963 and the third bullet that irrevocably ended the life of John F. Kenn...

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Why do we make excuses and do we need to fight it? (Kuznetsov Andrey)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 192kbps
Author: Kuznetsov Andrey
Year of manufacture: 2009
Genre: Psychology
Publisher: ARDIS
Performer: Erisanova Irina
Duration: 02:03:53
Description: Why do we make excuses? The justification mechanism is one of the most perfect mechanisms of our mind, a kind of program that protects us from certain everyday situations. But if a person, instead of acting and taking action, looks for excuses and justifications for uncertainty, laziness, and fear, this becomes a serious problem both for himself and for those around him. Excuses are especially dangerous in business -...

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The Bob Lee Swagger Saga: The Third Bullet (Book 8 of 9) (Stephen Hunter)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 96kbps
Author: Stephen Hunter
Year of release: 2017
Genre: Action
Publisher: Can't buy it anywhere
Performer: Sergey Kirsanov
Duration: 16:23:44
Description: The well-deserved rest of the famous former sniper Bob Lee Swager is interrupted in the most unexpected way: an unfamiliar woman, having found him in a local bar, says that she will never leave him behind until he listens to her. She told Swager about the sudden death of her husband, a prominent journalist who had recently been hit by a car. An accident?.. But here’s the thing: lately he’s been closely involved in a long-standing murder case...

06
Aug
2012

Do we know Russian? (Aksenova Maria)

ISBN: 978-5-903497-99-7
Format: FB2, OCR without errors
Author: Aksenova Maria
Year of manufacture: 2011
Publisher: Tsentrpoligraf
Genre: Textbooks, reference books, encyclopedias
Russian language
Number of pages: 256
Description: It is difficult to speak Russian flawlessly. The smartest people make mistakes. The main thing is to try to correct them, comprehend the logic of the language, be interested in its history and endlessly enjoy its beauty. Together with the author, you will understand all the intricacies of the Russian language. You will read fascinating stories about the origin of various words, get an answer to the question: why do we use "words...

Sergeev Stanislav

Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers

(Working title)

The Black Sea at the end of December makes an ambivalent impression. Remembering the warm, gentle waves of the summer months, with which a normal person associates a vacation in the Crimea, it is difficult to believe that the gray masses of water spread out over the sides of the cruiser can please the eye. The cloudy sky, strong pitching and cold damp sea air did not add positive emotions to everyone on deck. But service is service, and the observers, the crews of artillery and anti-aircraft guns, stoically endured the hardships of naval service.

The convoy of the cruiser "Red Crimea", the leader "Tashkent", two destroyers "Boikiy" and "Besposhchadny", which are part of the Black Sea Fleet, made a seemingly routine voyage from Sevastopol to Tuapse. Recently, they have made several such transitions, removing the wounded and material assets from the besieged city and bringing back reinforcements and ammunition under constant German air raids.

But this flight was different from all the others. Even during unloading in Sevastopol, at least a dozen NKVD officers arrived on the cruiser "Red Crimea", who managed to crawl around the entire ship and talk with almost all the crew members, taking from them receipts of non-disclosure of the circumstances of this trip. Late at night, a convoy of vehicles headed by a strange multi-wheeled, squat combat vehicle arrived at the Mine Wall, where the cruiser was being loaded. Behind her were several buses that looked quite unusual, thanks to the streamlined and smooth contours of the body. By this time, the pier was illuminated by spotlights, cordoned off by soldiers of the NKVD battalion, and under their vigilant control, people began to get out of the buses, climb the ladder onto the ship and go to cabins specially allocated for them. Among the passengers, women and children predominated, but there were also armed men in unusual spotted uniforms, on which the “NKVD USSR” chevrons were sewn. They, along with the NKVD soldiers cordoning off the pier, guarded the arriving women, children and numerous cargoes, which were urgently reloaded into the holds of the cruiser.

Two hours later, all the buses and even the armored vehicle were lifted onto the deck of the ship using a port crane, secured and hidden with tarpaulin covers. With the beginning of the late December dawn, the cruiser of the USSR Black Sea Fleet "Red Crimea" was approaching the exit of Akhtiarskaya Bay, where escort ships, the leader and two destroyers of the 2nd division of the Black Sea Fleet were waiting for it.

When it was already completely dawn, the ships, moving in the wake formation, had long left Balaklava Bay astern and were leaving at cruising speed towards Tuapse. The commanders of the warship looked with interest at the NKVD soldiers walking along the deck, guarding the sheathed equipment, but people in an unusual spotted uniform received special attention. Even during loading, two twin anti-aircraft guns with wheels on the sides were placed and secured on the deck, on the seats of which soldiers in spotted uniforms were placed, showing with their entire appearance their determination to repel enemy air attacks. In addition to them, four more of the same “camouflaged” ones were positioned in pairs on each side, holding strange two-meter long khaki-colored pipes at the ready.

The circumstances of the voyage and the strict requirements of secrecy forced the sailors to pretend that they did not notice the “spotted” ones, but sidelong glances, no, no, but stopped at the mysterious passengers.

Closer to lunch, all hopes for cloudy, non-flying weather were not justified. Observers monitoring the air situation, the crews of anti-aircraft guns and heavy machine guns, looked anxiously at the sky, expecting an attack by German aircraft, which had recently ruled the skies of the Crimean Peninsula.

The commander of the cruiser, captain 2nd rank Zubkov Alexander Illarionovich, stood on the bridge and frowned, observing the increasingly improving weather. He again furiously rubbed his eyes, reddened from lack of sleep, and glanced sideways at the NKVD major in an unusual spotted uniform, who, since leaving Sevastopol, had taken a fancy to a small folding table with maps, placing on it a strange device that looked like an open book with numerous buttons. Wires were routed from the device onto the deck, leading to sealed blocks with antennas located along the bow and stern of the ship. Near each of the devices there was an armed soldier of the NKVD troops, as if confirming the special value of the equipment and justifying all the unusual precautions and secrecy accompanying this flight.

The only thing that irritated the ship's commander was the urgency with which he had to almost flee from the city during daylight hours. In my mind, I had to wait until the next evening and go out into the night and by dawn leave the zone of German aviation. The special powers vested in the state security officers, who were delivered a few days ago by submarine to Sevastopol, left no doubt about the importance of the people and equipment being transported.

State Security Major Degtyarev and Captain Dunaev climbed onto the bridge, dressed in the same spotted uniform as most of the cruiser’s passengers. Judging by barely noticeable signs, Zubkov, even during loading, saw in them sailors who were trying hard not to look like that.

This can be seen in the way people descend the cramped gangways of a warship, walk along the deck and unconsciously call the dining room a galley and the toilet a latrine. Only a person who has run up the steep and narrow ladders of a warship during alarms, and has gotten into trouble while doing so, will feel so confident on deck. This was especially evident when, during loading, the boxes with equipment were almost broken, and Dunaev burst into such a three-story obscenity that the captain’s military affiliation became clear to everyone without explanation. His smiling and ironic boss, Degtyarev, with the attentive eyes of a wolf beaten by life, managed to give himself away in a couple of phrases.

Just before the ship left, a car with a machine gun on the frame jumped out onto the pier, and several people got out of it, in the same uniform, and one high-ranking commander, seeing whom the guards pulled up, and the chief of the guard, straightening the non-existent folds on his tunic, ran up with a report.

They spoke briefly with Degtyarev and Dunaev, then they hugged and when everyone got on board and removed the gangway, they shouted from the pier into a megaphone.

Honey, good luck, don’t let me down.

To which Degtyarev, without using any means, issued a long and unprintable phrase, from which most of the people present roared with laughter and many lifted their spirits. One felt some kind of strength and confidence of these unusual people.

Sergeev Stanislav

Are we worthy of fathers and grandfathers? Part 3

(Working title)

Special thanks for help in writing the book and constructive criticism:

Sergei Pavlov “Brain”, Alexander Testov, Melnik Vladimir “Skiminok”, Mamchur Igor Vadimovich, Akimov Sergei Viktorovich “Cobra” and everyone else from the Internet forums “In the Whirlwind of Times” and “Samizdat” who were not indifferent.

The Black Sea at the end of December makes an ambivalent impression. Remembering the warm, gentle waves of the summer months, with which a normal person associates a vacation in the Crimea, it is difficult to believe that the gray masses of water spread out over the side of the cruiser can please the eye. The cloudy sky, slight pitching and cold damp sea air did not add positive emotions to everyone on deck. But service is service, and the observers, the crews of artillery and anti-aircraft guns, stoically endured the hardships of naval service.

A caravan of the cruiser "Red Crimea", the leader "Tashkent", two destroyers "Boikiy" and "Besposhchadny", which are part of the Black Sea Fleet, made a seemingly routine voyage from Sevastopol to Tuapse. Recently, they have made several such transitions, removing the wounded and material assets from the besieged city and bringing back reinforcements and ammunition under constant German air raids.

But this flight was different from all the others. Even during unloading in Sevastopol, about a platoon of NKVD officers arrived on the cruiser "Red Crimea", who managed to talk with almost all the crew members, taking from them receipts about non-disclosure of the circumstances of this campaign. Late at night, a convoy of vehicles headed by a strange multi-wheeled, squat combat vehicle arrived at the Mine Wall, where the cruiser was being loaded. Behind her were several buses that looked quite unusual, thanks to the streamlined and smooth contours of the body. By this time, the pier was illuminated by spotlights, cordoned off by soldiers of the NKVD battalion and, under their control, people began to get out of the buses, climb the ladder onto the ship and go to cabins specially allocated for them. Among the passengers, women and children predominated, but there were also armed men in spotted uniforms with “NKVD USSR” chevrons sewn on them. They, along with the NKVD soldiers cordoning off the pier, guarded the arriving women, children and numerous cargoes, which were urgently reloaded into the holds of the cruiser.

Two hours later, all the buses and even the armored vehicle were lifted onto the deck of the ship using a port crane, secured and hidden with tarpaulin covers. With the beginning of the late December dawn, the cruiser of the USSR Black Sea Fleet "Red Crimea" was approaching the exit of Akhtiarskaya Bay, where escort ships, the leader and two destroyers of the 2nd division of the Black Sea Fleet were waiting for it.

When it was already completely dawn, the ships, moving in the wake formation, had long left Balaklava Bay astern and were leaving at cruising speed towards Tuapse. The cruiser's commanders looked with interest at the NKVD soldiers walking along the deck, guarding the sheathed equipment, but people in an unusual spotted uniform received special attention. Even during loading, two twin anti-aircraft guns with wheels on the sides were placed and secured on the deck, on the seats of which soldiers in spotted uniforms were placed, showing with their entire appearance their determination to repel enemy air attacks. In addition to them, four more of the same “camouflaged” ones were positioned in pairs on each side, holding strange two-meter long khaki-colored pipes at the ready.

The circumstances of the voyage and the strict requirements of secrecy forced the sailors to pretend that they did not notice the “spotted” ones, but sidelong glances, no, no, were stopped by the mysterious NKVD officers.

Closer to lunch, all hopes for cloudy, non-flying weather were not justified. Observers monitoring the air situation, the crews of anti-aircraft guns and heavy machine guns, looked worriedly at the sky, expecting an attack by German aircraft.

The commander of the cruiser, captain 2nd rank Zubkov Alexander Illarionovich, stood on the bridge and frowned, observing the increasingly improving weather. He again furiously rubbed his eyes, reddened from lack of sleep, and glanced sideways at the NKVD officer in a spotted uniform, who, since leaving Sevastopol, had taken a fancy to a small folding table with maps, placing on it a strange device that looked like an open book with numerous buttons. Wires were routed from the device onto the deck, leading to sealed blocks with antennas located along the bow and stern of the ship. Near each of the devices there was an armed soldier of the NKVD troops, as if confirming the special value of the equipment and justifying all the unusual precautions and secrecy accompanying this flight.

The only thing that irritated the ship's commander was the urgency with which he had to almost flee the city. In my mind, I had to wait until the next evening and go out into the night and by dawn leave the zone of German aviation. The special powers granted to the NKVD officers, who were delivered a few days ago by submarine to Sevastopol, left no doubt about the importance of the people and equipment being exported.

State Security Major Degtyarev and Captain Dunaev climbed onto the bridge, dressed in the same spotted uniform as most of the cruiser’s passengers. Judging by barely noticeable signs, Zubkov, even during loading, saw in them sailors who were trying hard not to look like that. This became especially clear when, during loading, boxes with equipment were almost broken, Dunaev burst into such a three-story obscenity that his military affiliation became clear to everyone without explanation. His smiling and ironic boss, Degtyarev, with the attentive eyes of a man beaten by life, managed to give himself away in a couple of phrases, and the way both of these spotted NKVD officers galloped along the ramps proved their naval past.

Just before the ship left, a car with a machine gun on the frame jumped out onto the pier, and several people in the same uniform and one high-ranking commander from the same department got out of it.

They spoke briefly with Degtyarev and Dunaev, then they hugged and when everyone got on board and removed the gangway, they shouted from the pier into a megaphone.

Honey, good luck, don’t let me down.

To which Degtyarev, without using any means, issued a long and unprintable phrase, from which most of the people present roared with laughter and many lifted their spirits. One felt some kind of strength and confidence of these unusual people.