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A last-gasp attack


Our battalion has been trying to pierce the German defenses for the entire day. For some reason, nothing works. Usually, when we press hard, they fall back; when they press hard, we fall back. Now, for some reason, they're refusing to retreat, though our own attacks are pretty weak. There is no artillery or tank support, and our replacements aren't particularly eager - go to ground about halfway to the German trenches.

By evening, we find out that there is almost no-one left alive in the companies. During supper, the battalion signals officer comes over and tells us that there was a long conversation with brigade HQ, and we got an order to take the German trenches by any means necessary. The battalion CO nearly cried, told them that he had nothing left, but the brigade told him to attack again in the morning. Every man left alive will go in.

After a while, our platoon commander arrives and tells us to go forward to the trenches of the first company. We were joined by a platoon of about 10 SMG infantry and a few signals men and battalion couriers. In all there are about 30 of us, mostly scouts and support guys who're almost never sent in during a general attack.

Another attack. Back when I was in regular infantry and made it through my first attack I understood that it's just a big meat grinder, the worst thing that can happen to a soldier at the front. You have absolutely no control over the situation, your job is to stand up and move forward under machine gun fire. Compared with frontline infantry, tanks, aviation or artillery feel like a spa - an infantryman's chance of survival is tens of times smaller. Seeing this, at the next unit reconstitution I decided that I'd rather serve anywhere other than an infantry company. So when they'd lined us up on the square and some lieutenant looked us over and ordered: "Anyone brave, two steps forward," something compelled me to take two steps forward. Of course, I also wanted to be considered brave. Some other guy took two steps. The lieutenant looked at us with some disdained and said: "Let's go!" And that's how I wound up in the scout platoon.

We get to the frontline trenches, catch a few winks of sleep and started to get ready at first light. The field in front of us is completely flat, the only cover - the many corpses of our soldiers piled up over the past few days. We climb out of our trenches and start walking forward in silence. Unlike the naval infantrymen I'd mentioned before, we attack without shouting "Hurrah!" - we, men of the 7th Guards Air Assault brigade, and we attack in silence, relentlessly moving forward. By the way, I've only ever heard battlecries like "For the Motherland!" or "For Stalin!" in the movies.

After about 30 meters the Germans start shooting, with the fire strengthening as we keep moving forward. We go to ground. One dash after another, from one corpse to another, and we keep advancing towards the Germans. Now the mortars start firing. In front of us is an impenetrable wall of dirt, shrapnel and bullets. I hug the ground and wait for the shelling to pass. Finally, the mortars fall silent. Time for another dash. Even though bullets are whistling all around me, I get ready, spring up and run forward.

The German line is very close now, and suddenly I feel that something is off. At first, I don't understand what it is, but then realize that the Germans stopped shooting. Did they actually run away? Can't be. Impossible. Why would they ever want to run away from us - they're in cover, in safety, while we're running at them almost at full height. It's practically like target practice for them - why run away?

Later on, when it was my turn to repel an attack, I understood why. You're sitting in a trench while firing at some German running towards you. You aim, you fire once, twice, but he keeps getting up and running at you like a charmed man. You start thinking that maybe your weapon is damaged, your gun site is off, whatever - and when he gets really close, you're almost certain that he's invincible, that you cannot kill him.


 

Translated by::
Gene Ostrovsky
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âåðíåå èç îòáðîñîâ.
Ïîñëå òîãî êàê íåìåöêèå âîéñêà ëåòîì 1942 ã. âçÿëè Ðîñòîâ è õëûíóëè íà
êóáàíñêèå ïðîñòîðû, èç êóðñàíòîâ âîåííûõ ó÷èëèù Ñåâåðíîãî Êàâêàçà è
Çàêàâêàçüÿ ñòàëè ñðî÷íî ôîðìèðîâàòüñÿ êóðñàíòñêèå áðèãàäû. Ïðè ýòîì â êàæäîì
ó÷èëèùå, â òîì ÷èñëå è â ìîåì Îðäæîíèêèäçîâñêîì, êóðñàíòîâ ðàçäåëèëè íà
"÷èñòûõ" è "íå÷èñòûõ". ß îêàçàëñÿ â ÷èñëå ïîñëåäíèõ. Ñðåäè íèõ ïðåîáëàäàëè
ïîëóóãîëîâíûå ðåáÿòà èç êàçà÷üèõ ñòàíèö, à òàêæå áûâøèå çàêëþ÷åííûå...


...Ñòàðøèíîé íàøåé áàòàðåè áûë áûâøèé çåê ñ
Áåëîìîðî-Áàëòèéñêîãî êàíàëà. Íàäî ñêàçàòü, ÷òî êîìàíäèðàìè îòäåëåíèé è
ñòàðøèíàìè, êàê ïðàâèëî, ñòàëè áûâøèå çåêè. Íàâåðíîå, ýòî áûëî çàêîíîìåðíî,
ó÷èòûâàÿ ñõîæåñòü ëàãåðíîé æèçíè è àðìåéñêîé ñëóæáû...


À ÿ-òî äóìàþ - îòêóäà â àðìèè "äåäîâùèíà"? Äà êàê æå åé íå áûòü, êîãäà åùå âî âðåìÿ âîéíû êóðñàíòû(áóäóùåå ëþáîé àðìèè) áûëè ïîëóóãîëîâíûå ðåáÿòà è áûâøèå ç/ê. Âñå, òåïåðü ïîíÿë.

...Ïî ïóòè ïðîÿâèëñÿ íåîáóçäàííûé õàðàêòåð íàøèõ ðåáÿò. Íåñêîëüêî
÷åëîâåê íà õîäó ïîåçäà êàêèì-òî îáðàçîì âûëåçëè íà êðûøó âàãîíà, ïðîãóëÿëèñü
ïî ñîñòàâó è âû÷èñëèëè, íåïîíÿòíî êàê, âàãîí ñ ïðîäîâîëüñòâèåì. Âàãîí áûë
"âçÿò", è âñêîðå ìû âñå óæå æåâàëè õëåá ñ êîëáàñîé...


Òà âñå íàðìàëüíà, ïàöàíû, îáîæðàòü ñâîèõ òîâàðèùåé (÷èòàé-ôðàåðîâ), ýòî ïî-ïîíÿòèÿì, òàê äîëæåí ïîñòóïàòü êàæäûé êîíêðåòíûé êóðñàíò!
Íå ïîéìó îäíîãî, êàê ýòèì êðåíäåëÿì îõðàíà ýøåëîíà áàøêó íå ïðîñòðåëèëà. Îïÿòü æå, ëåòîì 1942 êîëáàñîé îáúåäàëèñü, à àìåðèêàíöû, äóðàêè, òóøåíêó çà÷åì-òî ñëàëè.

...Áàòàëüîíû òîæå áûëè âîîðóæåíû êîå-êàê. Äàæå âèíòîâêè äàëè íå âñåì....
...Êîãäà ñòàðøèíà, ïîðó÷àâøèé ìíå ñàìûå íåïðèÿòíûå çàäàíèÿ, âîïðåêè óñòàâó
â òðåòèé ðàç ïîäðÿä íàçíà÷èë ìåíÿ â íî÷íîé êàðàóë, ÿ âîçìóòèëñÿ, âûøåë èç
ñåáÿ è ñêàçàë, ÷òî ïðèñòðåëþ åãî, êàê òîëüêî ïðèäåì íà ïåðåäîâóþ...


Õîðîøî, õîðîøî ÷òî íå äàëè âèíòîâêó, à òî áû êàïåö áûë ñòàðøèíå. À ìîæåò áûòü, è êóðñàíòó Âåãåðó - áëàòíûå òàêèõ "êîñÿêîâ" íå ïðîùàþò.
Âîîáùå-òî, çà òàêèå ñëîâà â îòíîøåíèè ñòàðøåãî ïî çâàíèþ, äà åùå è ïðè èñïîëíåíèè èì ñëóæåáíûõ îáÿçàííîñòåé, â âîåííîå âðåìÿ ïîøåë áû òîâàðèù êóðñàíò Âåãåð ïðÿìèêîì ïîä òðèáóíàë. Àí íåò, íå ïîä òðèáóíàë îí ïîøåë , à ê ïîëèòðóêó áðèãàäû...

...Âå÷åðîì ïîëèòðóê âûçâàë ìåíÿ ê ñåáå. Íàäî ñêàçàòü, ÷òî
íå÷èñòûìè â íàøåé áðèãàäå áûëè íå òîëüêî ðÿäîâûå, íî è êîìàíäèðû. Â
îñíîâíîì ýòî áûëè, âèäèìî, â ÷åì-òî ïðîâèíèâøèåñÿ óæå âîåâàâøèå îôèöåðû.
Ïîëèòðóê áûë ñóðîâûé, ìîë÷àëèâûé ÷åëîâåê ñ òðåìÿ êóáèêàìè â ïåòëèöàõ.
Ïîëèòçàíÿòèÿ îí ñ íàìè íå ïðîâîäèë è â ÷åì-òî áûë ìíå ñèìïàòè÷åí. Èäÿ ê
íåìó, ÿ îæèäàë ëþáîãî íàêàçàíèÿ. Óãðîçà çàñòðåëèòü êîìàíäèðà íà ïåðåäîâîé
áûëà íåøóòî÷íîé, òåì áîëåå ÷òî, ñóäÿ ïî ðàçãîâîðàì, òàêèå ñëó÷àè áûâàëè.
Âûñëóøàâ ìîè îáúÿñíåíèÿ è îïðàâäàíèÿ, ïîëèòðóê âìåñòî ðàçíîñà îòå÷åñêè
îáúÿñíèë ìíå, ÷òî áàòàðåÿ íå óêîìïëåêòîâàíà, ÷òî ïîñûëàòü â íî÷íûå êàðàóëû
íåêîãî è ÷òî ó íåãî ñàìîãî íåò ïèñòîëåòà è îí ðàä, ÷òî îáçàâåëñÿ êàðàáèíîì.
 êîíöå êîíöîâ ïîëèòðóê äàë ìíå íåñêîëüêî íàðÿäîâ âíå î÷åðåäè, è ýòèì âñå
êîí÷èëîñü...


Âîîáùå-òî, êîãäà ÿ ÷èòàë ýòîò àáçàö, òî æäàë, ÷òî â êîíöå ïîëèòðóê ïî-îòå÷åñêè íàëüåò êóðñàíòó Âåãåðó "ñîòî÷êó". Íå, íå íàëèë. Äà è òî, íó îòêóäà ó ïîëèòðóêà ñïèðò, ó íåãî è ïèñòîëåòà-òî íåò, åëå-åëå êàðàáèí íàäûáàë. Ïîëèòçàíÿòèÿ ïîëèòðóê ñ ëè÷íûì ñîñòàâîì íå ïðîâîäèë, ñïèðòà íåò, ïèñòîëåòà íåò, äà è ÷òî âçÿòü ñ "íå÷èñòîãî" îôèöåðà.

...Íà ñëåäóþùèé äåíü íåìöû âûøëè íà íàøó îáîðîíó. Íà÷àëèñü àâèàáîìáåæêè è
àðòîáñòðåëû. Ïîääåðæàòü íàøèõ - ïîäàâèòü âðàæåñêèå îãíåâûå òî÷êè - íàì áûëî
íå÷åì, îðóäèé íàì òàê è íå äàëè. Ïîòîì ïîøëè òàíêè, è 167-ÿ êóðñàíòñêàÿ
áðèãàäà ïåðåñòàëà ñóùåñòâîâàòü. Äâå òûñÿ÷è âîñåìíàäöàòèëåòíèõ ðåáÿò,
â÷åðàøíèõ øêîëüíèêîâ, ïîãèáëè. Êåì-òî íàäî áûëî æåðòâîâàòü â ïåðâóþ î÷åðåäü
è ïîæåðòâîâàëè èìè. Êîíå÷íî, îíè áûëè äàëåêî íå àíãåëû. Èõ âîëüíîëþáèâûå
íàòóðû íå ïðèíèìàëè íè çàêîíîâ, íè ìîðàëüíûõ íîðì. Îíè áûëè ïðîäóêòàìè åùå
îñòàâàâøåéñÿ êàçàöêîé âîëüíèöû, ïîëóáàíäèòû, ïðèçíàâàâøèå òîëüêî çàêîí ñèëû.
 ïðîøëûå âðåìåíà îíè ïîïîëíèëè áû ðàòè Åðìàêà, Ðàçèíà, Ïóãà÷åâà.  íàøåé
ðåãëàìåíòèðîâàííîé çàêîíàìè è ïðàâèëàìè æèçíè èì áûëî áû òðóäíî. Áîã ñóäüÿ è
èì, è èõ çåìíûì ñóäüÿì, ïîñëàâøèì èõ íåïîäãîòîâëåííûìè è ïëîõî âîîðóæåííûìè
íà çàêëàíèå...


Èíòåðåñíî, ÷òî èìåííî êóðèë àâòîð, êîãäà ïèñàë ýòîò àáçàö?

...Íàñ îêàçàëîñü çàìåòíî ìåíüøå, ÷åì áûëî âå÷åðîì. ×àñòü ðåáÿò, âèäèìî,
ïîâåðíóëè ëîøàäåé è îòïðàâèëèñü â ðîäíûå ñòàíèöû. ß ðàçíóçäàë ñâîþ ëîøàäü è
ïóñòèë åå ïàñòèñü. Êàêîé-òî ëèñòîê áóìàãè áåëåë â òðàâå. ß ïîäíÿë åãî. Ýòî
áûëà îäíà èç ëèñòîâîê, ñáðîøåííûõ ñ íåìåöêîãî ñàìîëåòà. Òàì áûë òåêñò:
"Ãîðöû! Âñïîìíèòå çàâåòû Øàìèëÿ. Ãîíèòå ðóññêèõ ñ âàøåé çåìëè..." è ÷òî-òî
åùå â ýòîì ðîäå.
Âñêîðå ê íàì ïðèáåæàëè ïîäðîñòêè èç ñîñåäíåãî, êàê îêàçàëîñü,
÷å÷åíñêîãî ñåëà. Îíè ñòàëè ïðåäëàãàòü íàì åäó â îáìåí íà îðóæèå. Ìû áûëè
ãîëîäíû è ìåíÿëè, ÷òî ìîãëè. ß ñìåíÿë ïðèãîðøíþ ïàòðîíîâ íà ÷óðåê è áûñòðî
åãî ñæåâàë.
Ïîòîì ìû ñäåëàëè íåâîçìîæíîå: îïÿòü âëåçëè íà ñâîèõ ëîøàäåé è ïîòðóñèëè
äàëüøå. Ê ïîëóäíþ ìû íàòêíóëèñü íà çàãðàäîòðÿä. Íàì ïðèêàçàëè ñäàòü ëîøàäåé
è èäòè íà ïåðåôîðìèðîâêó. Ñ ïîëèòðóêîì ìû äàæå íå ïîïðîùàëèñü, åãî îòïðàâèëè
êóäà-òî, è, êàê ýòî ÷àñòî áûâàåò íà ôðîíòå, ìû ðàçîøëèñü, íå óñïåâ óçíàòü
èìåíè äðóã äðóãà. Ñî ñâîåé ëîøàäüþ, ôàêòè÷åñêè ñïàñøåé ìíå æèçíü, ÿ òîæå íå
ïîïðîùàëñÿ, äàæå íå ïîòðåïàë åå ïî øåå. Âîéíà íåîòâðàòèìî äåëàëà èç íàñ
æåñòîêèõ îäèíîêèõ âîëêîâ...


Íó êîíå÷íî, çàãðàäîòðÿä çàáðàë ó äåçåðòèðîâ ,òîðãóþùèõ ïàòðîíàìè, ëîøàäåé è îòïóñòèë íà âñå ÷åòûðå ñòîðîíû, êàê æå. Èõ ñëàâíûé áîåâîé ïóòü îêîí÷èëñÿ áû ó áëèæàéøåãî ñàðàÿ.

Àäìèí ñàéòà ãäå-òî çäåñü ïî êîñòî÷êàì ðàçáèðàë ôèëüì "Âðàã ó âîðîò". Ìîë, ñîâåòñêèå îôèöåðû ïîêàçàíû êàêèìè-òî áàíäèòàìè. Îêàçûâàåòñÿ, ïðàâ áûë ðåæèññåð, êóðñàíò Âåãåð ýòî ïîäòâåðäèë - âñå îôèöåðû ñïëîøü óãîëîâíèêè, òàêèì íå òî ÷òî ñîëäàòà íà óáîé ïîñëàòü, à è ìàìó ðîäíóþ çàðåçàòü, ÷òî äâà ïàëüöà îá àñôàëüò. Äà è áóäóùèå îôèöåðû íå ëó÷øå.


Ìíå ïî÷åìó-òî êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî íà Êàâêàç íåìöåâ íå ïóñòèëè Ëîïàõèí è Êîïûòîâñêèé, Çâÿãèíöåâ è Ñòðåëüöîâ, íàâñåãäà îñòàâøèåñÿ â äîíñêèõ ñòåïÿõ, à íå êóðñàíò Âåãåð ñî ñâîèìè êîðåøàìè, îòâàãè ó êîòîðûõ õâàòèëî òîêà íà "âçÿòèå" âàãîíà ñ õàâ÷èêîì.



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