Victory Day for every Russian family it is a special day, with its own traditions and customs.
Even if only young people gather at the table, the conversation will surely go about the loved ones who fought and won the Great Patriotic War. Our editorial staff also decided to remember their veterans. We talked with our moms and dads, flipped through family albums and collected 6 stories about the winners.
They also prepared and photographed 6 dishes of military and post-war years, which they loved very much.
Ivan Gerasimovich Frolov with a comrade in the hospital (right)
Tells granddaughter Olga Zakharova:
“Ivan Gerasimovich Frolov fought from the first days of the Great Patriotic War.
As part of the combat crew on a 37-mm anti-aircraft gun shot down an enemy plane, for which he received the highest military award for a soldier — a medal for bravery. He was also awarded medals for the capture of Warsaw, Budapest, Vienna. He was wounded and was hospitalized in the 44th year.
Finished the war in Germany on Victory Day.
After the Victory, I did not tell anyone anything about the war — not to my wife, not to my son, not to my daughter.
He did not share battle memories, and gave medals and orders to children to play. Ivan Gerasimovich devoted himself entirely to peaceful life. He worked as an excavator, was an excellent carpenter and made furniture for the house.
He loved to play the accordion, sang folk songs and romances, worked in the garden in Izmailovo. He was also a loving husband and a good father. He helped numerous relatives who gathered for holidays at a large table in his house.
Wife, Maria Petrovna has always been a hospitable hostess. She especially managed pies and entrees.
Ivan Gerasimovich ate her branded soup with millet and always praised. «
Soup with millet porridge
Vera Nikolaevna Muracheva, daughter of a border guard officer of the Brest Fortress
Vera Nikolaevna Muracheva
Tells daughter Galina Goncharova:
“When the war started, my mother was only 4.5 years old.
This picture is the only one of her early childhood.
The daughter of a border guard officer, she miraculously survived, having lived the entire war in Brest.
It surprises me that she remembers the years of the war in detail, as if she was 15-16 years old.
It was all: the work in the gardens of the Poles, and the Belarusian grandmother, often bringing a glass of milk to her mother, and neighbors who hid children from bombing, and playing with the boys in the field, during which she almost lost her fingers one day, and the doctor the German who saved her.
Of course I wanted to eat all the time. Summer was the most favorite time when there were so many strawberries and strawberries on the abandoned fields that one could eat it enough.
Yes, and in the gardens it was possible to pick apricots and plums. Maybe war and hunger have created a cult of food in our family, because my mother is a great cook, who prepares many delicious and hearty dishes every day.
Children, grandchildren, acquaintances always leave her with packages, trays, jars full of food.
Of course, about this strawberry pie little Vera could only dream, but the abundance of berries in it is also a memory of the military childhood. ”
Open strawberry pie
Klimenty Klimentevich Sebeshchuk and Edita B. Nemtsovskaya, members of the labor front
Klimentiy Klimentievich Sebeshchuk and Edita Borisovna Nemtsovskaya
Tells granddaughter Lyudmila Salnikova:
“In our family, we did not share front-line memories — both grandfathers worked in the rear.
But there was an amazing love story in the war years. My grandmother, Edita Borisovna Nemtsovskaya, came, as they say, from an intelligent Polish-Jewish family and was a beauty. Mom told me, people stopped dumbfounded on the streets, confusing the young grandmother with the movie star Lyudmila Tselikovskaya.
Grandfather, Klimentiy Klimentievich Sebeshchuk — from the deaf Belarusian hinterland, “from a plow” — managed to get an education and became an engineer at the Moscow Bearing Plant.
The grandfather took the grandmother by attack: he was on duty under the windows of the hostel, everywhere he was seeing off, he was beaten by gentlemen.
Grandmother then joked: «all my life I dreamed of a high brunette, but I got a blond, a meter with a cap, from which you can’t draw words.»
When the war began, the grandfather was already the head of the assembly shop. They were evacuated to Kuibyshev (now Samara) together with the plant with their grandmother and little daughter, my aunt.
The grandfather stubbornly rushed to the front, but he had an “iron armor” — there was no best specialist in setting up machines at the factory.
We drove for a long time, even women and children did not run to hide in the woods under the bombings, and the first thing they covered was “green” cars with equipment.
They landed in the open field: around the wasteland, wolves howl and frosts in the winter of the 41st stand cruel.
A month later, in the midst of the snow-covered “nothing,” the plant should have earned, because bearings were needed for tanks and airplanes.
The grandmother, who was seriously pregnant by that time, was settled in a peasant house, the grandfather worked at a construction site for twenty hours, and then still went home: hastily kiss her grandmother and give the family an engineering ration, without which his girls would not have survived. And then, one day, he did not come: no two days, three.
Grandmother felt something was wrong and in the frost, in light boots and a “city” coat, she traveled ten kilometers. I didn’t remember how I got there, I hardly found an engineering ward, questioning half-dead grandfather colleagues, with eyes billowed from lack of sleep and fatigue. Finally, I found it — my grandfather was ill, delirious.
In a teplushka subzero temperature, grandfather’s back in a padded jacket tightly frozen to the wall. The grandmother asked for help, rushed about construction, but for now they would react, until someone sent … Then she got some scrap, more and heavier than herself, dragged him to a teplushka.
And she began to beat the grandfather from the wall: with a huge belly, heavy crowbar, bare hands. Saved, fought off, another 10 km dragged home.
I changed my “city” coat with a boa, the only thing left over from the pre-war life, two hens and millet, and in a couple of days my grandfather put on his feet «Engineering» Kulesh, which grandfather and grandmother then prepared for each wedding anniversary. The plant has earned, passed the products on time.
After 2 months my mother was born in Kuibyshev.
After the war, his grandfather was awarded the Order of the Red Banner of Labor.
And my grandmother had been ashamed all her life, hiding frost-bitten hands from prying eyes. ”
Georgy Ivanovich Podzhary, commander of a partisan detachment in Belarus
Georgy Ivanovich Podzhary with his grandson Andrey
Tells grandson Andrey Zakharin:
“At the beginning of the war, my grandfather commanded a partisan detachment in Belarus.
The headquarters constantly changed its deployment depending on the situation at the front, but it was always located in the combat area.
Once the headquarters detachment was surrounded in a swampy area.
The Germans were afraid to attack, but the ring was closed. After a couple of days, the stocks of food and drinking water were almost over, and it was decided to go for a breakthrough. From the remains of rice, millet and buckwheat, the cook cooked porridge, adding mushrooms and herbs collected in the forest to it.
It turned out pretty nourishing dinner, flavored in a brotherly divided half a liter of moonshine.
A couple of hours dawn broke and the squad went into battle.
From the environment escaped 15 people out of 44, including the grandfather.
For military merit, he was awarded the Order of the Battle of the Red Banner, the Order of the Red Star, medals "Partisan of the Patriotic War" and "For victory over Germany".
My grandfather safely reached the end of World War II, and after it ended he worked in the Regional Executive Committee in Brest.
BUT partisan porridge Grandmother often cooked in peacetime, since there are many mushrooms in the forests of Belarus. ”
Ninel Naumovna Mikhailovskaya, a member of the labor front
Ninel Naumovna Mikhailovskaya with parents
Tells daughter Natalia Mikhailovskaya:
“At the beginning of June 1941, my parents sent my mother, Mikhailovskaya Ninel Naumovna, and her youngest brother Tolya to rest with distant relatives, on a Ukrainian farm not far from Kiev. Mom was then 13 years old, Tole — only three.
There they found the war. Mom told me that she remembered the first German air raid for the rest of her life. It was scary — crashing, screaming, ruins and blood everywhere.
Soon the relatives left for the evacuation, without telling my grandmother and grandfather where exactly. And maybe they themselves did not really know. My grandfather had been looking for children for several months.
And when, mom saw how the gate opened and her father enters in a flowing leather coat, she lost consciousness.
Grandfather was deputy director of a large military factory.
Production was transferred to Zaporozhye, closer to the front, and the families of the workers were evacuated, to whom. As a result of numerous moves, my grandmother with three children in her arms was in Kyrgyzstan, in Frunze (now Bishkek).
But before that, she and my mom had not sweet. In different cities, where their fate threw them, they worked on peat knee-deep in smelly water, collected spikelets left after the harvest (it is difficult for us to imagine now, but then every grain was registered), threw «cigarette lighters» from roofs , helped the hospitals to the wounded, built roads …
By the way, mother never had any benefits as a participant in the labor front.
And when I advised her to contact the appropriate authorities, she was terribly surprised, saying that she hadn’t done anything special, then everyone acted like that.
What is hunger mother also knew well.
I will not tell you how and what they ate, but I know for sure: the most favorite holiday dish for children was cottage cheese casserole. That recipe of the war years, my mother kept and often made us this casserole.
Both me and my son considered it a real holiday dessert.
Mom is not already 7 years old, but we still cook her casserole. ”
Alexander Denisovich Ilyin, radio operator on the ship of the Pacific Fleet
Alexander Denisovich Ilyin
Tells granddaughter Elena Zakharova:
“My grandfather took part in the battles of Khalkhin Gol, fought on the Eastern Front, was in Korea. Demobilized in 1946.
The first years after the war, he worked as a postmaster in a closed campus, where a large tungsten-molybdenum combine was located.
In 1950 he graduated from the economics department of the Moscow University and the Higher Party School — in absentia.
Then for many years he worked as chairman of the Republican regional committee of the trade unions of builders up to retirement.
He loved nature very much, he could walk for a long time through the forest. In his spare time engaged in tailoring.
Having a beautiful voice, he sang songs with pleasure. He was a gourmet and esthete. He preferred to sit at a beautifully laid table, regardless of the occasion.
He believed that food should be served beautifully and harmoniously.
With great pleasure I ate jelly and okroshka.
He loved his family very much: his wife and 2 daughters. ”
Okroshka with horseradish
We heartily congratulate you on the great holiday — Victory Day!
Let there be peace and long live family traditions: gather at the same table more often, all together — young and older!
And do not forget those who gave us the opportunity to live in peace and prosperity.