Many books have been written about the Great Patriotic War and its heroes, but a special place among them is given to the work of Boris Vasiliev “And the Dawns Here Are Quiet.” People began to gradually forget about the exploits of their grandfathers and great-grandfathers, so such books are simply necessary for instilling patriotism in younger generation. The author himself went through the war from beginning to end. The works written by him are not just empty phrases, but notes from an eyewitness. He claimed that all the events described in the story “The Dawns Here Are Quiet” actually happened and that he himself was an eyewitness to them.
In this work, he describes the fate of five girls whose lives various reasons brought to the front. But all of them, without exception, are connected by one goal - love for their homeland and their loved ones. For example, the platoon squad leader, Rita Osyanina, voluntarily ended up in the regimental anti-aircraft school after the death of her husband, who was killed by the Germans on the second day of the war. She left her son Albert with her parents. Another girl, Zhenya Komelkova, went to war after the Germans shot all her relatives before her eyes.
It so happened that all the heroines of the story ended up at the 171st railway siding, commanded by Sergeant Major Vaskov. At first, he took the news that five girls were being sent to his unit harshly, but over time they became a second family for him. Fedot Evrgafych himself was also unhappy. His wife ran away with the regimental veterinarian, and his son soon died. Such characteristics from the work once again emphasize that it was not easy for everyone; the merciless war left a mark on everyone’s family.
As for the other three girls, each of them had to give up the benefits they had always dreamed of. For example, Liza Brichkina from the Bryansk region, due to the outbreak of war, was never able to finish school. Sonya Gurvich from Minsk was forced to part with her first love. Galya Chetvertak, an orphan from orphanage, never finished studying at the library technical school. The war found her in her third year. During the operation at the railway siding, all the girls died one after another. Sergeant Major Vaskov managed to avenge them and disarm the German camp, but the mark on his soul remained for life.
At the end of the work, the author describes an episode in which a gray-haired, stocky old man without one arm, together with Rita’s grown-up son, carry a marble slab to her grave. The story described in B. Vasiliev’s story is close to every person who honors the memory of the Great Patriotic War. And you should always remember your heroes. After all, every person who died at the front had only one goal - to save their relatives and defend their homeland. All of them, including women, old people and children, showed courage and perseverance in this bloody war against the fascist invaders, and therefore deserve respect.
How does one prove a person’s love for the Motherland in our time? We are proud that when purchasing various kinds of goods in stores, we prefer domestic manufacturers to imported ones, and for this we call ourselves patriots. We can “cheer” for our country at the World Cup, subsequently bursting with pride in ourselves and our ability to show love for Mother Russia. It is within our power to verbally prove that our country is better than other countries and more economically developed. But if you go back in time and remember the years of the Great Patriotic War, it will become clear: what we are doing now for our country is the least we can.
Soviet heroes fought desperately for their country. Going through many, many trials, through fear, pain, death, tears, unbearable torment from the loss of family and friends, our soldiers did everything so that we now live safely and peacefully on the territory of Russian lands. Home front workers supported the front-line soldiers with all their might, overcoming terribly painful obstacles, risking their lives to support and save Russian soldiers. Manufacturers of shells and weapons in factories worked for days, without stopping from production, practically without seeing their children. That's who really rooted for their country, that's who experienced true pain.
The war left an indelible mark on the fate of every family. From generation to generation, from mouth to mouth, stories about the events of that time are passed on from parents to children, from grandfathers to grandchildren, so that living Russians never forget the feat of their ancestors and always remember to whom they owe their prosperous existence.
But often people, due to their frivolity, or callousness, forget about what happened. Or do they just not want to remember? But we are the last generation of people to find war veterans alive. Often, when meeting them face to face, people cannot show even a drop of respect - to give up their seat in transport, offer their help, or simply say a basic thank you for victory, even on the day of the great holiday of May 9. It’s easy for young people to forget, not pay attention, to neglect... because their hearts are not torn from pain, from memories of the war, like the hearts of veterans. Their children are alive and well, have a roof over their heads, food and many toys, unlike the always hungry and suffering children of war. Their relatives and friends do not die at the hands of the Nazis and bombs flying from enemy planes. Old veterans keep pain about each of their losses in the war. So why is it so difficult to simply pay tribute and memory to the heroes of the Patriotic War?
Many talented authors of military prose have given us the opportunity to understand what war is, to literally feel everything that happened then, for ourselves here and now, by writing works that are often based on real events. One of these wonderful writers is Boris Lvovich Vasiliev, who himself had the opportunity to fight at the front. Boris Lvovich was born in 1925 in Smolensk, went to the front as a volunteer after graduating from the 9th grade in 1943, and after a shell shock he was sent to the Military Academy of Armored and Mechanized Forces. After graduating in 1948, he worked in the Urals.
I had the opportunity to become acquainted with one of his most famous and poignant military works - the story “The Dawns Here Are Quiet...”. I am glad that I came across this book, because reading it, you immediately understand how difficult it was not only for men, but also for women to fight. Each of the five heroines of this work felt the horror of war. Rita Osyanina’s husband died on the second day of the war, and she sent her son to his parents. Zhenya Komelkova saw her relatives being shot. Liza Brichkina lived in Siberia since childhood, she cared for her sick mother. Sonya Gurvich is an excellent student, studied at Moscow University, knew German perfectly, fell in love with her desk neighbor, but they were together for only one day, he volunteered for the front. Galya Chetvertak grew up in orphanage, after which I went to the library technical school. All of them lost someone: their relatives, loved ones, but they defended their Motherland to the end. Lisa, who wanted to call for help, drowned in the swamp. Sonya died from inattention at the hands of a German who plunged a knife into her chest. Galya ran out of the shelter because she was scared, which shows us how a person loses his head because of fear. Zhenya, in order to divert attention from Fedot and the wounded Rita, ran into the forest, when she ran out of ammunition, she boldly looked her enemies in the face. After Rita is hit by a shell, she asks Fedot to take care of her son, after which she shoots herself in the temple.
Reading this work, we all think about how scary it was then, how much blood there was, and we must not allow this to happen again. We must be proud of our history and never forget those who gave their lives for the sake of peace above us. It is important to always remember not only the very fact of the victory of Russian soldiers over the German fascists, but also the cost at which we got this victory. How many victims the country has suffered, how much blood has been shed, how many cities have been destroyed by bombings and fires, how many people have been killed and how many of them have sunk into oblivion without a trace, remaining in our memory as nameless heroes. It is not at all difficult for our generation to remember and respect heroes; it is difficult and bitter for the generation of veterans to die, knowing that their painful sacrifices and military exploits are forgotten and die with them. Vasiliev's war, quiet dawns
Having met the book, I did not understand how a woman could fight, because everyone considers them gentle and defenseless, however, in order to help their people and their Motherland, they go to the front to fight enemies face to face. After reading this work, it is impossible to remain indifferent to the veterans who survived all the horrors of the war. I believe that for me the encounter with this book was unforgettable and instructive. I would like every teenager to read “And the Dawns Here Are Quiet...” in order to think and draw some conclusions for themselves.
"Not all soldiers will meet the victorious day,
Not everyone can come to the holiday parade.
Soldiers are mortal. Feats are immortal.
The courage of soldiers never dies."
The image of Nikolai Pluzhnikov embodied the character traits of all the soldiers who staunchly defended every inch of the earth, but whose names remained unknown. Their names may be unknown to us, but their feat lives in our hearts. Nikolai Pluzhnikov arrived at the fortress on the night that separated the world from the war. At dawn the battle began, which lasted nine months. Nicholas had the opportunity to leave the fortress with his beloved girl. And no one would consider him a deserter, since his name was not on any list, he was a free man. But it was precisely this freedom, the consciousness of his duty, that forced him to accept an unequal battle with the fascists. He defended Brest Fortress nine months. He went upstairs because he ran out of cartridges, because he learned: “Moscow is ours, and the Germans have been defeated near Moscow. Now I can go out. Now I have to go out and last time look them in the eye." It is impossible to read the words of Nikolai Pluzhnikov without tears: “The fortress did not fall: it simply bled to death. I am her last straw.”
With his courage and perseverance, Nikolai made even his enemies admire him. For me, Pluzhnikov became a symbol of all those unknown soldiers who fought to the end and died, not counting on glory. Nikolai Pluzhnikov, Andrei Sokolov, Nikolai Kuznetsov, millions of other soldiers. Where did they get the mental strength to withstand inhuman suffering, what gave them the strength to fight? Here’s how P. Bogdanov wrote about it: “We were not taught how to throw ourselves under a tank, And how to close an enemy’s embrasure with our breasts, And how to rush at the enemy like a living ram... But we were taught to love our Motherland!” Yes, love for the Motherland, for native land, to the house gave them the strength to win. And the Motherland remembers its sons and daughters who gave their lives for its freedom and independence. There is no city or village where there is not a monument to those killed in the Great Patriotic War. There are always fresh flowers at the foot of monuments and obelisks.
People like Nikolai Pluzhnikov, Andrei Sokolov and many others brought Victory closer with every hour of their lives. They will always live in the hearts of our people. The years of war are moving further and further away from us. There are fewer and fewer people left who have seen her. And we need to meet with veterans more often to understand what war is, in order to prevent its repetition. The Great ended long ago Patriotic War, but there were still soldiers whose names are unknown. And our duty is to do everything to let people know about them. By conducting search work, we ourselves become morally richer and learn to empathize with the participants in events. What happens to veterans is very interesting for us. Often we go to their home, help them, and then listen to their stories. At our school we keep a chronicle of the Great Patriotic War. War veterans often come to visit us. These people are an example for us. We remember that they fought so that we could live under a peaceful sky, so that our generation could be happy.
7 decades have passed since the Great Patriotic War ended. But these tragic, bloody events are still fresh in our memory. Based on them, many brilliant films were created, many poems and other literary works were written.
The story of B.L. Vasilyev “And the dawns here are quiet” is one of the brightest examples, showing the severity of those events. Main characters here are girl soldiers with different backgrounds, with different characters, from different families. At first glance, it seems as if they are so different that nothing can bring them together. However, the war puts everything in its place. She united the reserved Rita Osyanina and the cheerful, desperate Zhenya.
Overnight, their destinies intertwined, uniting them with one goal - to stand up for the defense of the Fatherland, their native places. This good goal unites them in the fight against an uninvited enemy. To achieve this goal, they risk their lives, rush into battle, knowing that the forces are unequal. Girls consider this a sacred duty.
It is thanks to such heroic, selfless, brave girls that we owe victory in the war. They set an example of heroism. Their death was almost inevitable, because they were always in the center of battles. There were many such girls during the war. We will never even recognize many of their names, and their relatives will never be able to honor them at their graves, because their exact place of death is still unknown.
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About the cruelty and inhumanity of war, the amazing story by B.L. Vasilyev “And the dawns here are quiet...” about girls - anti-aircraft gunners and their commander Vaskov. Five girls, together with their commander, go to meet the fascists - saboteurs, whom Rita Osyanina noticed in the forest in the morning. Only there were 19 fascists, and all of them were well armed and prepared for action behind enemy lines. And so, in order to prevent the impending sabotage, Vaskov goes on a mission with the girls.
Sonya Gurvich, Galka Chetvertachok, Lisa Brichkini, Zhenya Komelkova, Rita Ovsyanina - these are the fighters of the small detachment.
Each of the girls carries some kind of life principle, and all of them together personify the feminine principle of life, and their presence in the war is as disharmonious as the sounds of shooting on the shore of Lake Ferapontov.
It is impossible to read the story without tears. How scary it is when girls, whom nature itself intended for life, are forced to defend their Fatherland with weapons in their hands. This is precisely the fundamental idea of Boris Vasiliev’s story. It tells about a feat, about the feat of girls who defend their love and youth, their family, their homeland and who did not spare their lives for this. Each of the girls could have lived, raised children, brought joy to people... But there was a war. None of them had time to fulfill their dreams, they did not have time to live theirs. own lives.
Woman and war are incompatible concepts, if only because a woman gives life, while any war is, first of all, murder. It was difficult for any person to take the life of someone like him, but what was it like for a woman in whom, as B. Vasiliev believes, hatred of murder is inherent in her very nature? In his story, the writer showed very well what it was like for a girl to kill for the first time, even an enemy. Rita Osyanina hated the Nazis quietly and mercilessly. But it’s one thing to wish someone dead, and quite another to kill someone yourself. When I killed the first one, I almost died, by God. I dreamed about a reptile for a month...” In order to kill calmly, one had to get used to it, to harden one’s soul... This is also a feat and at the same time a huge sacrifice of our women, who, for the sake of life on earth, had to step over themselves, go against their nature.
B. Vasiliev shows that the source of the feat was love for the Motherland, which needed protection. It seems to Sergeant Major Vaskov that the position he and the girls occupy is the most important. And he had such a feeling, as if all of Russia had come together behind his back, as if he was her last son and protector. And there was no one else in the whole world: only he, the enemy, and Russia.
The story of Staninstructor Tamara speaks best about the mercy of our women. Stalingrad. The most, the most battles. Tamara was dragging two wounded (in turn), and suddenly, when the smoke cleared a little, she, to her horror, discovered that she was dragging one of our tankers and one German. The station instructor knew very well that if she left the German, he would literally urinate from blood loss in just a few hours. And she continued to drag them both... Now, when Tamara Stepanovna remembers this incident, she never ceases to amaze herself. “I am a doctor, I am a woman... And I saved a life” - this is how she simply and uncomplicatedly explains her, one might say, heroic act. And we can only admire these girls who went through all the hell of war and did not “harden in soul”, they remained so humane. This, in my opinion, is also a feat. Moral victory is our greatest victory in this terrible war.
All five girls die, but complete the task: the Germans did not get through. And although their battle with the Nazis was only of “local significance,” it was thanks to such people that the Great Victory. Hatred for enemies helped Vaskov and the heroines of the story accomplish their feat. In this struggle they were driven by a sense of humanity, which forces them to fight evil.
The sergeant major is having a hard time with the girls' deaths. All of him human soul can't come to terms with this. He thinks about what they, the soldiers, will definitely be asked to do after the war: “Why couldn’t you, men, protect our mothers from bullets? Did they get married when they died? And he doesn’t find an answer. Vaskov’s heart hurts because he killed all five girls. And in the sorrow of this uneducated soldier - the highest human feat. And the reader feels the writer’s hatred of the war and pain for something else that few people wrote about - for broken threads human birth.
In my opinion, every moment of war is already a feat. And Boris Vasiliev only confirmed this with his story.