1. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 1
  2. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 2
  3. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 3
  4. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 4
  5. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  6. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 5
  7. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6
  8. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 9
  9. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 8
  10. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  11. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 10
  12. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 11
  13. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 12
  14. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 13
  15. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 14
  16. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 15
  17. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6 (continued)
  18. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 16
  19. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 19
  20. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 20
  21. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 21

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The Wehrmacht quickly learns from its mistakes - in order not to freeze, in Rovno they now sew jackets like jackets at the garment factory, on batting, but mid-thigh length and with many pockets. In Lutsk, felt boots are hovering around - and then, many jokingly called their awards for the winter campaign of 41 years, they say, the “Frozen Meat” medal. A bitter joke for the Wehrmacht warriors! And djn to us Mongolia delivers lamb sheepskin coats and, accordingly, in lorries-refrigerators - lamb meat! Lamb sheepskin coat in the winter with any sweatshirt does not compare!

They, the followers of the dark Teutonic genius, learned how to successfully fight the impenetrable KV-1s, using their excellent anti-aircraft guns, the so-called Akht-Akht, instead of anti-tank "beaters" of 37 mm. But our 85 mm anti-aircraft guns are also a great thing! I remember reading in my time the memories of one anti-aircraft gunner, so he only killed one plane for the war, but 14 pieces of tanks! So I am going to one tricky regiment behind Simferopol - there are two batteries of these long-barreled "tank killers".

These guns were stored in warehouses, the battalion guarded the disguised warehouses of the NZ. But I, as the front commander, wrote a demand right in the warehouse and all eight powerful “girlfriends,” as the anti-aircraft gunners called them, were now preparing to move to the front line. Luck! And, going to the highway Simferopol - Svevastopol, I did not know what surprise was waiting for me. And it was a complete shock! But not for me!

On the country road from the location of the warehouses, suddenly we were met by a black “Emka” and a truck with a booth under an awning. We stood forehead in the forehead and then an “eagle” takes off in a cap with a lilac ferk and, taking out “Nagant”, yells with might and main:

- You, army trash, out of the way! While I did not shoot you eggs! Get out of here, foot wrappers smelly! On your knees will crawl, such trash!

I saw how my guys got mad! And I'm furious with rabies! Here are the creatures, sitting in the rear, making fake cases, sometimes shooting innocent people, and even such an attitude towards us. Here is a drunken creature! Not only did Stalin slyly establish that, with equal titles, salaries for special persons are twice as much, they also consider themselves kings. And then I roared with a loud voice:

- Guys, go ahead! This is German saboteurs! Take them!

Of course, these were not Wehrmacht diversions, but here is a forest belt, the place is quiet and empty around. Now we will show you "trash"! A minute later, this brazen captain was lying barely alive, next to his chauffeur, who was definitely not alive. And two honorable guards were pulled out of the truck and badly beaten with Cossack whips.

“Ivanov, German saboteurs from Schmeisser in the ravine.” And burn things! Quickly!

With our help, three of us got out - a gallant artillery major and two very pretty young women. Taking all the weapons, we drove the cars into the forest belt and put the major and the women in my Dodge. Two short lines in the ravine cracked and satisfied Stepan and Ivanov got into the BA-10. Ivanov, winking at me, loudly reported that the German saboteurs had been eliminated. Here is the main document - and the name of the bastard is Melinson Yakov Izralyevich. Cases of those sentenced to death are burned!

As it turned out, the major "passed" Mehlis.Rubbing his face, all bruised, the major told how they were leaving the encirclement. The Germans did not have time to close the ring.

- And we with tankers, right on the armor, early in the morning of August 5 rushed at speed, went to the bridge over the Desna, crushed the Germans' guard and drove east, along the Moscow-Warsaw highway. They broke through, reached the assembly point in the village ... The name she still had was ... May God bless the memory ... I remembered! Village Cupid. And with us was the general. This is Lieutenant-General Kachalov, commander of the Twenty-Eighth Army. Mekhlis, then, also naklyuznichal Vladimir Yakovlevich - they say, a traitor, surrendered. And the general was killed on the fourth of August at the breakthrough, next to me ... Here is this Mehlis brehl - they say that on July 30 he surrendered, and on August 4 he commanded a breakthrough!

We then went out of the encirclement with him and brought him, wounded, right in the tank ... Mehlis, as he saw us, became enraged as well - and the general was not a traitor, he was in charge of leaving the remnants of the army. And when Mehlis started yelling at us and threatening with a "Mauser," they said they brought the traitor, I was in the hearts and said that he was a real traitor, because he did not allow us to attack the 99 divisions of the German defense. He would have shot me right away, but here everything is hot. from the battle and machine guns in their hands. But what a memorable creature turned out to be - seeing me in Sevastopol, told the head of the NKVD that I was a defector and a traitor. Imagine, comrade general, what a bastard he is!

- Presenting! Yes, I fight with this mean creature every day. He would be ready to shoot me, but next to me is always Stupa with “MG” in his hands and with such an expression of his modest face that he understands - he will outlive me for three seconds - and we laughed softly.

- Comrade general, not three seconds, but two. But if it is time to shoot, this is already Step. We now laughed louder, presenting - from MG from five meters ...

Well, I will give the major a regiment in 47 divisions, now his own mother will not recognize him. And with these girls is very simple - they brazenly refused him, the whole captain of the NKVD. Yes, he is so smelly, Comrade General, and he has some deprives all over his body ... But then he composed a case against them - German radio operators. Yes, they are nurses, and did not see the walkie-talkie. They beat us and we don't understand anything in radios!

So we drove to Simferopol and had lunch at a restaurant. And while I ordered everyone to eat, Stepan did such a PR to me. They say that you are so lucky, this is a “black general”, behind him, as if behind a stone wall. And about the fact that it was in the ravine - forget, your affairs were burned, these singularities, mean bastards, were killed by bullets from a German machine gun. It means that they were killed by such vile German saboteurs. And now all you need to urgently drink is your second birthday! Remember this day!

I walk up to the tables, and the girls let me kiss and the whole uniform filled with tears! It got to them that I saved them from being shot! Well, they drank hard and fell asleep in the back seat. And woke up near my house. My girls bathed these nurses, the major was examined and smeared with bruises. as they sympathized with them — after all, they had already been brought to death. Here so - innocent people! I then sang in the mood, but right in during dinner ::

With birch trees, inaudible, weightless,

A yellow leaf flies.

Famous waltz "Autumn dream"

Plays a harmonist ...

The girls immediately in tears - they really liked the song. And Olya recorded - in the “Battle sheet”. But so that no one was sad, I gave a joke. I told everyone after the third glass and quite a modest anedot:

Here we met two in a restaurant, drank hard and immediately fell into bed. And in the morning there was such a conversation between them. He: “After what happened, I, as a very noble person, simply have to marry you, dear. ". She asks him, (getting dressed, frightened): “And what happened, then?” They laughed for half an hour. But the main thing is that both girls moved away a bit! One girl asked me to sing more ...

And then I noticed what a lovely second saved girl.A beautiful face of a round type, with a slightly raised tip of a narrow nose of medium length, a low proportional forehead, wavy light-brown loose hair, just below the chin. She was dressed in a beautiful fashionable business suit of expensive dark brown material with a barely noticeable noble shine. The costume consisted of a narrow narrowed down skirt, tight-fitting beautiful hips, the average length of which flaunted the slimness and beauty of the legs covered with flesh-colored stockings. She was shod in elegant boots with medium thin heels of high-quality suede, also dark brown. The buttoned, fitted jacket ideally emphasized the waist, taut belly and high, moderately large breasts. From under the jacket was visible silk blouse beige with a standing collar, unbuttoned top buttons. Beautiful neck attracted attention with its elegant form, healthy ...

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