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What it would be, Pyotr Pushmin if did not die?



Two concrete tongues of flame highly shot up in the sky, at the bottom, with a fresh bright flower the Eternal flame, and around - native open spaces which not for long our fellow countrymen who died on the Great Patriotic War happened to admire burns.

Fiery time moves away from us, but pain of losses does not become less.

Pyotr was the fifth in having many children - ten children - a family Pushminykh. The family was extremely hardworking, kept on severity of the father Matvei Nikonovich and restraint of mother Tatyana Efimovna. Each of children was in own way talented and artly gifted.

Petya left on war by the eighteen-year-old guy. It was high and very good itself(himself). Sisters, and them was seven, Petya was idolized, unlike the elder brother Gani who did not indulge sisters, with them it was strict and it is even abrupt.

In at one time with Pyotr Maria and Afanasy, seniors the sister and the brother were called. Maria in 1941 ended courses of drivers in Ilimsk, a girl was fighting, fervent, fearless. At the front drove. Once, during the Air team, they, drivers of the cars carrying shells were scattered who where, to be exact, in a bog. It was necessary to sit in stinking and ice water long. Later Maria crooked from belly-ache was brought to hospital, all stomach, hips, legs became covered by furuncles. Recovered quickly, thanks to some powder. Then Maria complained more than once that she did not ask the doctor about wonderful powder. In 1945 it was sent together with other Siberians to Manchuria where served a year more.

Sisters had memoirs of the moment of return of Maria from war:

- Brought beautiful Chinese scarfs as a gift and big - on taste as potato - red apples. Maria often told

about service in Manchuria, about dank nights when she stood on “hours“, about a constant sleep debt, about the rough boots rubbing legs, but everything was nothing in comparison with pleasure and triumph of winners.

A as wanted home! Ahead wonderful life!

When Pyotr was killed in battle under the town near Budapest in 1944, the brother Afanasy once again wrote in the official report: “I ask to direct me to the front“, now with an addition - “to revenge for the brother“. Afanasy served on the Chinese border.

War fell upon people, broke all plans, deformed destinies. Literally before war Afanasy received a call in Art school in Moscow. But rose in defense of east boundaries of our Homeland. Did not cease to draw - caricatures on the enemy, sketches, portraits of soldiers, officers of an outpost, the surrounding nature. Did not send to Afanasy`s front line, but he devoted to military service all the life. The excellent shooter, he during war fed with hunting for an animal all outpost. Supply was poor - the slogan “in total for the front, all for a victory“ worked.

Sisters Maria and Dasha in 1982 managed to visit Pyotr Pushmin`s grave in the city of Hotvana, near Budapest. The small cozy Hungarian town was buried in the most beautiful flowers, and there was an end of November, it is unusual for Siberians. Near each house, tidy and accurate as on the picture, buckets with flowers were offered for sale. With armfuls of red roses of the sister rose by the high hill where military burial was stretched. On one side of an obelisk with the cut surnames of the dead - a cemetery of the Soviet soldiers, on another - Hungarian.

Eight never-ending rows of columns silently stiffened soldier`s ranks. It is them, young, white teeth in shout of “Ur“, passionately eager to reach the Victory, knocked down death here. It them, brave soldiers, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, brides did not wait. They did not continue the sort, did not give life to thousands of brown-eyed and blue-eyed children.

- Unusual Petya was such, - Maria exclaimed. Lips began to shake, eyebrows sadly moved, tears smothered...

Soon after the Victory to Bratsk where there lived the family Pushminykh, there arrived Pyotr`s brother-soldier Vasily Medvedev. Stayed in a big family, told about the brother: … at Pyotr tore off a finger in fight, and they came into field hospital where Pyotr saw the uncle from the village of Seleznevo Mikhail Dobrynin. That lay on an unconscious couch. In some moment infernal bombardment began. The nurse ran in in tent, cried - who standing, quickly run up! Having picked up the wounded, friends dragged him in an entrenchment, lay down in bushes. From jolting the uncle Mischa recovered, saw children, began to call to himself. And in time, only managed to crawl away from bushes as cut off them at the roots.

Medvedev mourned death of the friend not less relatives:“ I had to remain there, but not it, I one, nobody waits for me, there is nobody to meet me from war“.

Mikhail Dobrynin returned from war by the disabled person. Quite often remembered a meeting with the nephew on roads of war: Pyotr, dark-haired ran up, it is gray - blue eyes sparkle pleasure. Vigorous, young, tightened, - it in memory of the uncle Mischa forever remained it also.

All worked for a victory. The eldest son Gabriel - home-style to Gan - did not call due to illness. In the back of work was enough. It carried different freights from Zayarsk to Ust - Kut. Dasha remembers that sometimes the brother took her with himself in a trip, especially, when freight was sugar and flour. On rises the car went slowly, hard. Here - that Dasha also took up service. With a tozovka in hands, an award to the brother for good work, she got over on a body and sharp-sightedly looked around. Often on such heavy rises the truck was attacked by robbers. Jumped out from the wood, jumped in a body, quickly dumped a bag - another to manage to disappear. Bede to such driver, for missing kilogram could be condemned not that for a bag.

Dasha remembers how Gan ordered them. Will run home from flight, cheerfully shouts to sisters who in the daughter suited it: “Shchenushki!“ - and all came off the places. Who poured water in a wash basin, who washed boots, who put a samovar. Thanks to sisters, the body in the car was swept, glasses of a cabin shone, curtains are smoothed out, newspapers fresh.

“Death notification“ on Pyotr Pushmin is stored at relatives in Irkutsk. But in the modest folder in a military registration and enlistment office of the city of Bratsk already more than 65 - ti years the copy of that of the notice, scary for all, is filed: “Your son, guards the private, Pushmin Pyotr Matveevich, the native of the village of Seleznevo, the Irkutsk region, in fight for the Socialist Homeland, faithful to the military oath, having shown heroism and courage, died on November 26, 1944, it is buried to the north of the city of Hotvan - 4 km, Hungary“.

Right there in the folder never-ending columns of surnames, names, middle names with even more bitter addition a simple pencil “are based upon the turned reddish sheets it is possible to consider as the missing person“. Ivana, Matvei, Egora, Nikolay, Vasily - solid Russian names, they also seem mature men, you will not look at year of their birth yet. 1922, - nineteen-year-old is also slightly more senior than 1923, 1924. Remarkable guys which of you came back home?

Anybody.

Moreover, war did not leave even graves.

… I get a grasp of harmoniously sounding line again and again - Pushmin Pyotr Matveevich, traced on a stone roll of a memorial.

- What it would be, my uncle Pushmin Pyotr Matveevich whose name is immortalized on Slava`s memorial in the city of Bratsk if did not die?

It would have a love, a family and children, it is a lot of children as it was accepted in the parental house. He, for certain, would build the house as it was made by his brothers. As the brother Gabriel would be a drummer of communistic work. The native land, forever young Pyotr Matveevich would love if there was no war.

Low bow to you and imperishable memory, to millions of fallen soldiers, for the country kept for descendants, for beauty of the Russian land, for the fact that we are and we will live in the children!

Cry the Russian land, but also be proud!