And this girl was. “Stockings” is a poem from which tears cannot be held back. And everywhere the look flows blue

The events that will be discussed took place in the winter of 1943-44, when the Nazis made a brutal decision: to use the pupils of the Polotsk Orphanage No. 1 as donors.

German wounded soldiers needed blood.

Where to get it? In children.

They were shot at dawn

When the darkness was still white.

There were women and children

And this girl was.

First they were told to undress

And then stand with your back to the moat,

But suddenly a child's voice sounded

Naive, pure and lively:

"I should take off my stockings too, uncle?"

Not judging, not scolding

Looking straight into your soul

A three year old girl's eyes.

"Stockings too" - and for a moment the SS man is engulfed in confusion

The hand of itself with excitement suddenly lowers the machine gun.

He seems to be shackled by a blue gaze, and it seems he has grown into the ground,

"Eyes like my daughter's?" - He said in great confusion.

He is involuntarily trembling,

I woke up in horror.

No, he can't kill her

But he gave his turn in a hurry.

A girl in stockings fell ...

I couldn't take it off, I couldn't.

Soldier, soldier, what if my daughter

Here, this is how yours lay down ...

'Cause it's a little heart

Pierced by your bullet...

You are a Man, not just a German

Or are you a beast among people...

Chagall SS man sullenly

From the ground without looking up,

for the first time this thought

It lit up in the poisoned brain.

And everywhere the look flows blue,

And everywhere you hear again

And will not be forgotten until now:

"Stockings, uncle, take off too?"

Musa Jalil

The first to defend the boys and girls was the director of the orphanage, Mikhail Stepanovich Forinko.

Of course, pity, compassion and, in general, the very fact of such atrocity did not matter to the occupiers, so it was immediately clear: these were not arguments.

But the reasoning became weighty: how can sick and hungry children give good blood? No way.

They do not have enough vitamins in their blood, or at least the same iron.

In addition, there is no firewood in the orphanage, the windows are broken, it is very cold.

Children catch colds all the time, and the sick - what kind of donors are they?

First, children should be cured and fed, and only then used.

The German command agreed with such a "logical" decision. Mikhail Stepanovich offered to transfer the children and employees of the orphanage to the village of Belchitsy, where there was a strong German garrison.

And again, iron heartless logic worked.

The first, disguised step to save the children was taken...

And then began a big, thorough preparation. Children were to be transferred to the partisan zone, and then transported by plane.

And so, on the night of February 18-19, 1944, 154 pupils of the orphanage, 38 of their teachers, as well as members of the Fearless underground group with their families and partisans of the Shchors detachment of the Chapaev brigade left the village.

The children were from three to fourteen years old.

And everything is everything! They were silent, afraid to even breathe.

The older ones carried the younger ones.

Those who did not have warm clothes were wrapped in scarves and blankets.

Even three-year-olds understood the mortal danger - and were silent ...

In case the Nazis understood everything and went in pursuit, partisans were on duty near the village, ready to join the battle.

And in the forest, a sledge train awaited the children - thirty carts. The pilots were very helpful.

On the fateful night, knowing about the operation, they circled over Belchitsy, diverting the attention of the enemies. The kids were warned: if suddenly flares appeared in the sky, they should immediately sit down and not move.

During the journey, the column landed several times.

Everyone got to the deep partisan rear.

Now the children had to be evacuated behind the front line.

It was necessary to do this as quickly as possible, because the Germans immediately discovered the “loss”. Being with the partisans became more and more dangerous every day.

But the 3rd Air Army came to the rescue, the pilots began to take out the children and the wounded, while delivering ammunition to the partisans.

Two aircraft were allocated, special cradle capsules were attached under their wings, where several additional people could fit. Plus, the pilots took off without navigators - this place was also cherished for passengers.

In general, more than five hundred people were taken out during the operation. But now we will talk about only one flight, the last one.

It took place on the night of April 10-11, 1944. Lieutenant Alexander Mamkin was carrying the children of the guard. He was 28 years old.

A native of the village of Krestyanskoye, Voronezh Region, a graduate of the Orel Financial and Economic College and the Balashov School.

By the time of the events in question, Mamkin was already an experienced pilot. Behind him - at least seventy night flights to the German rear.

That flight was for him in this operation (it was called "Asterisk") not the first, but the ninth. Lake Vechelye was used as an airfield. I had to hurry also because the ice was becoming more and more unreliable every day.

Ten children, their teacher Valentina Latko and two wounded partisans fit into the R-5 plane.

At first, everything went well, but when approaching the front line, Mamkin's plane was shot down. The front line was left behind, and the R-5 was on fire ...

If Mamkin was alone on board, he would have gained altitude and jumped out with a parachute. But he did not fly alone. And he was not going to give the death of boys and girls.

Not for this, they, who had just begun to live, on foot at night escaped from the Nazis in order to crash.

And Mamkin was flying the plane... The flames reached the cockpit.

Flight goggles melted from the temperature, sticking to the skin.

Clothes, a headset were on fire, it was hard to see in the smoke and fire. From the legs slowly remained only the bones.

And there, behind the pilot, there was a cry.

Children were afraid of fire, they did not want to die. And Alexander Petrovich flew the plane almost blindly.

Overcoming the hellish pain, already, one might say, legless, he still stood firmly between the children and death.

Mamkin found a platform on the lake, not far from the Soviet units.

The partition that separated him from the passengers had already burned out, and some of the clothes began to smolder. But death, waving a scythe over the children, could not lower it. Mamkin didn't.

All passengers survived.

Alexander Petrovich, in a completely incomprehensible way, was able to get out of the cab himself. He managed to ask: “Are the children alive?” And I heard the voice of the boy Volodya Shishkov: “Comrade pilot, don’t worry! I opened the door, everyone is alive, we are leaving ... ”And Mamkin lost consciousness.

The doctors were never able to explain how a man could drive the car and even safely land it, glasses were melted into his face, and only bones remained from his legs?

"They were shot at dawn,
When there was darkness all around.
There were women and children
And this girl was.
First they told everyone to undress,
Then turn your back to the moat,
But suddenly a child's voice was heard.
Naive, quiet and lively:
“Should I take off my stockings too, uncle?” -
Not blaming, not threatening
Looked as if looking into the soul
A three year old girl's eyes.
"Stockings too!"
But for a moment the SS man is seized with confusion.
Hand by itself in an instant
Suddenly the machine lowers.
He seems to be bound by blue eyes,
I woke up in horror.
Not! He can't shoot her
But he gave his turn in a hurry.
A girl in stockings fell.
I couldn't take it off, I couldn't.
Soldier, soldier! What if daughter
Is yours right here?
And this little heart
Pierced by your bullet!
You are a Man, not just a German!
But you're a beast among people!
... Chagall SS man sullenly
To the dawn without looking up.
For the first time, this thought
It lit up in the poisoned brain.
And everywhere the look shone blue,
And everywhere was heard again
And will not be forgotten until now:
"Stockings, uncle, take them off too?"
Musa Jalil

The Nazis usually shot women and children in only one case: if the women and children were Jews. Another race of moral freaks has emerged: the "Palestinians". They kill children and women for the same reason. Only cowards, idiots and traitors could call for peace with the Nazis in those terrible years of the Holocaust. However, just like today.

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They were shot at dawn

When the darkness was still white.

There were women and children

And this girl was.

First they were told to undress

And then stand with your back to the moat,

Naive, pure and lively:

Should I take off my stockings too, uncle?

Not judging, not scolding

Looking straight into your soul

A three year old girl's eyes.

"Stockings too" - and for a moment the SS man is embraced by confusion

The hand of itself with excitement suddenly lowers the machine gun.

He seems to be shackled by a blue gaze, and it seems he has grown into the ground,

Eyes like my daughter's? - in a strong confusion said.

He is involuntarily trembling,

I woke up in horror.

No, he can't kill her

But he gave his turn in a hurry.

A girl in stockings fell ...

I couldn't take it off, I couldn't.

Soldier, soldier, what if my daughter

Here, this is how yours lay down ...

'Cause it's a little heart

Pierced by your bullet...

You are a Man, not just a German

Or are you a beast among people...

Chagall SS man sullenly

From the ground without looking up,

for the first time this thought

It lit up in the poisoned brain.

And everywhere the look flows blue,

And everywhere you hear again

And will not be forgotten until now:

Take off your stockings, uncle, too?"

Musa Jalil

The events that will be discussed took place in the winter of 1943-44, when the Nazis made a brutal decision: to use the pupils of the Polotsk Orphanage No. 1 as donors. German wounded soldiers needed blood. Where to get it? In children. The first to defend the boys and girls was the director of the orphanage, Mikhail Stepanovich Forinko. Of course, pity, compassion and, in general, the very fact of such atrocity did not matter to the occupiers, so it was immediately clear that these were not arguments. But the reasoning became weighty: how can sick and hungry children give good blood? No way. They do not have enough vitamins in their blood, or at least the same iron. In addition, there is no firewood in the orphanage, the windows are broken, it is very cold. Children catch colds all the time, and the sick - what kind of donors are they? First, children should be cured and fed, and only then used. The German command agreed with such a "logical" decision. Mikhail Stepanovich offered to transfer the children and employees of the orphanage to the village of Belchitsy, where there was a strong German garrison. And again, iron heartless logic worked. The first, disguised step towards saving the children was taken... And then a big, thorough preparation began. Children were to be transferred to the partisan zone, and then transported by plane. And so, on the night of February 18-19, 1944, 154 pupils of the orphanage, 38 of their teachers, as well as members of the Fearless underground group with their families and partisans of the Shchors detachment of the Chapaev brigade left the village. The children were from three to fourteen years old. And everything is everything! They were silent, afraid to even breathe. The older ones carried the younger ones. Those who did not have warm clothes were wrapped in scarves and blankets. Even three-year-old kids understood the mortal danger - and were silent ... In case the Nazis understood everything and went in pursuit, partisans were on duty near the village, ready to join the battle. And in the forest, a sledge train awaited the children - thirty carts. The pilots were very helpful. On the fateful night, knowing about the operation, they circled over Belchitsy, diverting the attention of the enemies. The kids were warned: if suddenly flares appeared in the sky, they should immediately sit down and not move. During the journey, the column landed several times. Everyone got to the deep partisan rear. Now the children had to be evacuated behind the front line. It was necessary to do this as quickly as possible, because the Germans immediately discovered the “loss”. Being with the partisans became more and more dangerous every day. But the 3rd Air Army came to the rescue, the pilots began to take out the children and the wounded, while delivering ammunition to the partisans. Two aircraft were allocated, special cradle capsules were attached under their wings, where several additional people could fit. Plus, the pilots took off without navigators - this place was also cherished for passengers. In general, more than five hundred people were taken out during the operation. But now we will talk about only one flight, the last one.

It took place on the night of April 10-11, 1944. Lieutenant Alexander Mamkin was carrying the children of the guard. He was 28 years old. A native of the village of Krestyanskoye, Voronezh Region, a graduate of the Orel Financial and Economic College and the Balashov School. By the time of the events in question, Mamkin was already an experienced pilot. Behind him - at least seventy night flights to the German rear. That flight was for him in this operation (it was called "Asterisk") not the first, but the ninth. Lake Vechelye was used as an airfield. I had to hurry also because the ice was becoming more and more unreliable every day. Ten children, their teacher Valentina Latko and two wounded partisans fit into the R-5 plane. At first, everything went well, but when approaching the front line, Mamkin's plane was shot down. The front line was left behind, and the R-5 was on fire ... If Mamkin was alone on board, he would have gained altitude and jumped out with a parachute. But he did not fly alone. And he was not going to give the death of boys and girls. Not for this, they, who had just begun to live, on foot at night escaped from the Nazis in order to crash. And Mamkin was flying the plane... The flames reached the cockpit. Flight goggles melted from the temperature, sticking to the skin. Clothes, a headset were on fire, it was hard to see in the smoke and fire. From the legs slowly remained only the bones. And there, behind the pilot, there was a cry. Children were afraid of fire, they did not want to die. And Alexander Petrovich flew the plane almost blindly. Overcoming the hellish pain, already, one might say, legless, he still stood firmly between the children and death. Mamkin found a platform on the lake, not far from the Soviet units. The partition that separated him from the passengers had already burned out, and some of the clothes began to smolder. But death, waving a scythe over the children, could not lower it. Mamkin didn't. All passengers survived. Alexander Petrovich, in a completely incomprehensible way, was able to get out of the cab himself. He managed to ask: “Are the children alive?” And I heard the voice of the boy Volodya Shishkov: “Comrade pilot, don’t worry! I opened the door, everyone is alive, we are leaving ... ”And Mamkin lost consciousness. The doctors were never able to explain how a man could drive the car and even safely land it, glasses were melted into his face, and only bones remained from his legs? How could he overcome pain, shock, with what efforts did he keep his consciousness? The hero was buried in the village of Maklok in the Smolensk region. From that day on, all the fighting friends of Alexander Petrovich, meeting already under a peaceful sky, drank the first toast “For Sasha!” ... For Sasha, who grew up without a father from the age of two and remembered his childhood grief very well. For Sasha, who loved boys and girls with all his heart. For Sasha, who bore the surname Mamkin and himself, like a mother, gave life to children.

The poem of the Tatar poet, the brilliant work of Musa Jalil "Stockings" not only breaks to tears, but twists the soul...

Stockings - Musa Jalil

They were shot at dawn
When the darkness was still white
There were women and children
And this girl was.
First they were told to undress,
Then turn your back to the cliff,
And suddenly there was a voice of a child
Naive, pure and lively:

Should I take off my stockings too, uncle?
Not reproaching, not scolding,
Looking straight into your soul
A three year old girl's eyes.
"Stockings too..?"
And the SS man is engulfed in confusion.
The hand itself is in agitation
Suddenly the machine lowers.
And again shackled by the look of a child,
And it seems that it has grown into the ground.
"Eyes like my Duck" -
In vague confusion he said,
Covered in involuntary trembling.
Not! He can't kill her
But he gave his turn in a hurry ...

A girl in stockings fell.
I couldn't take it off, I couldn't.
Soldier, soldier, what if it were a daughter?
Yours would lie here like this,
And this little heart
Pierced by your bullet.
You are not just a German person,
You are a terrible beast among people.
Chagall SS man stubbornly,
Chagall without raising his eyes.
For the first time, this thought
In the poisoned mind lit up,
And again the look of a child shone,
And again it is heard again,
And will not be forgotten forever
"Stockings, uncle, take off too?"

They were shot at dawn
When the darkness was still white.
There were women and children
And this girl was.

First they were told to undress
And then stand with your back to the moat,
But suddenly a child's voice sounded
Naive, pure and lively:

Should I take off my stockings too, uncle?
Not judging, not scolding
Looking straight into your soul
A three year old girl's eyes.

"Stockings too" - and for a moment the SS man is embraced by confusion
The hand of itself with excitement suddenly lowers the machine gun.
He seems to be shackled by a blue gaze, and it seems he has grown into the ground,
Eyes like my daughter's? - in a strong confusion said.

He is involuntarily trembling,
I woke up in horror.
No, he can't kill her
But he gave his turn in a hurry.

A girl in stockings fell ...
I couldn't take it off, I couldn't.
Soldier, soldier, what if my daughter
Here, this is how yours lay down ...

'Cause it's a little heart
Pierced by your bullet...
You are a Man, not just a German
Or are you a beast among people...

Chagall SS man sullenly
From the ground without looking up,
for the first time this thought
It lit up in the poisoned brain.

And everywhere the look flows blue,
And everywhere you hear again
And will not be forgotten until now:
Stockings, uncle, take off too?

- Musa Jalil

The events that will be discussed now took place in the winter of 1943-44, when the Nazis made a brutal decision: to use the pupils of the Polotsk Orphanage No. 1 as donors. German wounded soldiers needed blood. But where to get it? In children.

The director of the orphanage, Mikhail Stepanovich Forinko, was the first to come to the defense of the children. Of course, pity, compassion and, in general, the very fact of such cruelty did not matter to the occupiers, so it was immediately clear: these were not arguments. But the reasoning became weighty: how can sick and hungry children provide good blood? No way. They do not have enough vitamins in their blood, or at least about the vital iron. In addition, there is no firewood at all in the orphanage, all the windows are broken, it is very cold. Children get sick all the time, and those who have a cold - what kind of donors are they? First, the kids should be cured, fed, and only then used.

The German command agreed with such a completely "logical" decision. Mikhail Stepanovich offered to transfer the children and employees of the orphanage to the village of Belchitsy, where there was a strong German garrison. And again, iron heartless logic worked. They did not know that the first, disguised step to save the children had been taken...

And then began a large, thorough special operation. Children had to be transferred to the partisan zone, and then transported by plane. And on the night of February 18-19, 1944, 154 pupils of the orphanage, 38 of their teachers, as well as members of the underground group "Fearless" with their families, also partisans of the Shchors detachment of the Chapaev brigade, left the village. The children were from three to fourteen years old. And everything is everything! - They were silent, afraid even to breathe unevenly. The older ones carried the younger ones. Those who did not have warm clothes were wrapped in scarves and blankets. Even three-year-olds understood the mortal danger - and were silent ...

In case the Nazis understood everything and went in pursuit, small detachments of partisans were on duty near the village, ready to join the battle. And in the forest, a sledge train awaited the children - thirty carts. The pilots were very helpful. On the fateful night, knowing the importance of the operation, they circled over Belchitsy, diverting the attention of the enemies. The kids were warned: if flares suddenly shine in the sky, they should immediately sit down and not move. During the operation, the column landed several times. Fortunately, everyone got to the deep partisan rear.

Now the children had to be evacuated behind the front line. It was necessary to do this as quickly as possible, because the Germans almost immediately discovered the “loss”. Being with the partisans became more dangerous every day. But the 3rd Air Army came to the rescue, the pilots began to take out the children and the wounded, at the same time delivering the necessary ammunition to the partisans.

Two aircraft were allocated, under the wings they attached special cradle capsules, where several additional people could fit. Plus, the pilots took off without navigators - this place was also cherished for passengers. More than 500 people were evacuated during the operation. But now we will talk about only one flight, the last one.

It took place on the night of April 10-11, 1944. Guard Lieutenant Alexander Mamkin was taking the children. He was only 28 years old. A native of the village of Krestyanskoye, Voronezh Region, he is a graduate of the Orel Financial and Economic College and the Balashov School. By the time of the events in question, Mamkin was already a professional, experienced pilot. Behind him - at least seventy night flights to the German rear.

That flight was for him in this operation (they called it "Asterisk") not the first, but the ninth. Lake Vechelye was used as an airfield. I had to hurry also because the ice was getting thinner every day. Ten children, their teacher Valentina Latko and two more wounded partisans fit into the R-5 plane.

At first everything went fine, but when approaching the front line, Mamkin's plane was shot down. The front line was left behind, and the R-5 caught fire ... If Mamkin was alone on board, he would gain altitude and jump out with a parachute. But he did not fly alone. And he was not going to give the boys and girls into the hands of death. It was not for this that they, who had just begun to live, on foot at night escaped from the Nazis in order to break themselves at the hands of the Nazis. And Mamkin was flying the plane... The flames moved into the cockpit. Flight goggles melted from the temperature, sticking to the skin. Clothes, a headset were on fire, it was hard to see in the smoke and fire. From the legs slowly remained only the bones.

And there, behind the brave pilot, there was a cry. Children were afraid of fire, they really wanted to live. Realizing this, Alexander Petrovich flew the plane almost blindly. Overcoming the hellish pain, already, one might say, legless, he still stood firmly between the children and death. Mamkin found a platform on the lake, not far from the Soviet units. The partition that separated him from the passengers almost burned out, some of them began to smolder clothes. But death, waving a scythe over the children, could not lower it. Mamkin didn't. All passengers survived. Alexander Petrovich in some incomprehensible way himself got out of the cab. He managed to ask: “Are the children alive?” And I heard the voice of the boy Volodya Shishkov: “Comrade pilot, don’t worry! I opened the door, everyone is alive, we are leaving ... ”after Mamkin lost consciousness.

The doctors were never able to explain how a man could drive a car and even safely plant it, glasses were melted into his face, and only bones remained of his legs? How could he overcome the pain, shock, fear, with what efforts did he keep his consciousness? The hero was buried in the village of Maklok in the Smolensk region. From that day on, all the fighting friends of Alexander Petrovich, meeting already under a peaceful sky, drank the first toast “For Sasha!” ... For Sasha, who grew up without a father from the age of two and remembered his childhood grief very well. For Sasha, who loved boys and girls with all his heart. For Sasha, who bore the surname Mamkin and himself, like a mother, gave life to children.