I will not forget this apartment
Moiseenko Pavel Fedorovich was born on November 19, 1926 into a peasant family from the village of Minderla, Sukhobuzimsky district, Krasnoyarsk Territory. Father, Moiseenko Fedor Pavlovich, died in the same year 1926. Mother, Moiseenko (Mnogogreshnova) Natalya Dmitrievna, born in 1900, alone managed a family of six. Then she remarried her husband’s brother, Grigory Pavlovich, and in 1935 moved with her family to the city of Krasnoyarsk in a basement apartment in the house number 21 on Lebedeva Street.
– I remember this apartment from early childhood. Then I was fond of collecting stamps, and the daughter of the owner of the apartment, Antonina, worked at the post office, often brought me various stamps, and we sat with her for a long time in a tiny room, looking at the beautiful pictures on the stamps.
The furnishings of the apartment were very modest. An iron bed filled with a caring woman’s hand with shiny knobs, a large grandmother’s chest covered with a colorful matting, striped rugs on the floor tied with their own hands, a table, several chairs with fancifully curved backs, icons in the corner, a mirror, that is, in fact, all the decoration.
Two windows looked out of the room onto the street. The apartment was of a semi-basement type, and therefore only the sidewalk and quickly flashing boots, canvas shoes, boots and other shoes of passers-by were visible through the upper part of the windows. If you stand on the windowsill and look into the window opening, you can see wooden houses, gates, fences on the opposite side of the street. I spent a lot of time on this windowsill, looking at the feet of passers-by, counting the steps and making faces of my boy friends who looked into the windows from the other side.
I no longer remember who lived in the house upstairs, but I well remember a wide courtyard with a wonderful maple alley, in the shade of which stood a sculptural composition depicting JV Stalin sitting and YM Sverdlov standing next to him. At the end of the alley, near a high brick fire wall, there was a one-story wing, or rather, a shed, which housed a museum dedicated to the Siberian exile of famous revolutionaries.
In that courtyard, my boy friends and I played war, in the “siskin”, drove the rim of a bicycle wheel on a curved wire, took turns rolling under the frame on an adult bicycle. On the alley, it happened, they brought out a table at which relatives gathered, celebrated holidays, sang lingering Siberian songs, talked about life, about the war.
He did not like these conversations
After graduating from a vocational school in 1942 and receiving the specialty “telegraph operator, communications fitter” Pavel Fedorovich was sent to work in the regional center of Sukhobuzimo, where he worked in his specialty until March 1943. Then he got a job in his specialty at the Krasnoyarsk city telephone exchange.
In October 1943, he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army and sent for retraining to the school of junior aviation specialists (SHMAS), located near the railway station of the city of Krasnoyarsk in the premises of the barracks, where, according to the stories of local residents, Italian prisoners of war were previously held. Training at ShMAS took place from November 1943 to April 1944. After graduating from school, he received the specialty “gunner-radio operator” and was sent to the city of Kazan, and then two months later to Kostroma, as part of the forming military unit No. 749762.
In November 1944, after the completion of the formation and development of American Boston aircraft by the personnel, the unit was sent to the city of Bialystok and became part of the combat units of the 2nd Belorussian Front under the command of K. K. Rokossovsky.
As a child, my brother and I did not hear any stories about the war from my father. Well, he didn’t like these conversations! And even when I met my veteran friends, I became more and more silent and listened to others. Once, as a student, I found my father’s military flight book among old yellowed photographs and newspaper clippings at Baba Nata’s. And it contains more than thirty combat missions. Of course, I felt a sense of pride in my father!
Reading deeply into the laconic lines of the flight book, I imagined a heroic gunner-radio operator attacking enemy aircraft in the sky over Germany! Of course, then, at the age of twenty, I could not even imagine that for my father, who during the war years was only eighteen years old, each combat mission could be the last.
The combat path of P.F.Moiseenko ran through the cities of Bialystok, Rossosh, Torun (Poland), Thorn, Merkish Friedland (Germany). During the period of hostilities, he flew more than 30 combat missions. He participated in air battles, burned, saw the death of comrades in arms. Was hit by the city of Danzig.
When I arrived in Krasnoyarsk to celebrate my father’s 85th birthday, I asked him to tell about this incident.
At the beginning of 1945, the crew of a squadron of bombers flew on a Boston plane on a combat mission near the city of Danzig.
During a combat operation over the sea, the squadron was attacked by anti-aircraft fire from German ships in the bay. The hydraulic system of the aircraft was interrupted by fragments of a shell that exploded at the side. As a result, a serious problem arose with the opening of bomb bays and landing gear. I had to return to my home airfield and circle over it for a long time, dropping fuel. The fuel was dropped, but it is still impossible to land on the airfield: in the bomb hatch and the front landing gear does not come out to the end!
We decided to sit on the field next to the airfield. Of course, this was very dangerous: during a hard landing, bombs could explode, the plane could simply crash on the ground. But lucky! From the impact when the rear landing gear touches the ground, the front landing gear “reached” and fell into place. Therefore, the landing took place normally.
We took in the hands of fathers awards
For participation in military operations Moiseenko P.F. was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War II degree (No. 571500), medals “For the capture of Konigsberg”, “For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945.” Later he was awarded with jubilee medals and in 1985 another Order of the Patriotic War – I degree (No. 2957360).
With what trepidation in childhood we took in the hands of our father’s awards! Over time, they faded, and before my father went out in full dress for a holiday or event, my brother Sergei and I cleaned the awards with tooth powder and rubbed them to a shine with a cloth rag.
I remember that in the early 60s my father took me with him to the celebration of the Victory anniversary in the park behind the Rodina cinema. A lot of front-line soldiers and military men gathered. A brass band was playing. The front-line soldiers donned military uniforms with orders and medals. I was simply struck by the very atmosphere of the holiday, the ringing of medals, waltzing couples, war songs!
How young they were, beautiful even on crutches, cheerful, confident in themselves and in the future! Real heroes! Real WINNERS! Boys were spinning around, discussing who had what awards, listening with breath to the stories of the front-line soldiers, proud of their fathers and relatives and envied their military exploits. This childhood impression of joy, May, Victory remained with me for the rest of my life!
After the end of the war, my father served in aviation units in the cities of Shroda (Poland), Proskurov (Ukraine, now the city of Khmelnitsky). He was demobilized in 1951 and arrived in Krasnoyarsk. In August 1951 he got a job as a communications technician at the UMST PO Box 9 (now the city of Zheleznogorsk). Served the facilities under construction in the city and the mining and chemical plant (MCC).
In 1958, my father went to work at the Mining and Chemical Combine as a 6th grade instrument operator. He worked in shift, in a workshop for the repair of instrumentation. After receiving the 7th grade, he worked as an instrumentation technician and A. Worked and studied constantly.
In 1954, when he was already 27 years old, his father entered the 6th grade of the school for working youth. After leaving school, he entered the correspondence department of the Moscow Polytechnic Institute, where he graduated in 1970. After graduation, he worked as an instrumentation and control engineer, and then, from 1985 until retirement, he worked as a safety engineer in the mechanical repair shop of the MCC.
Most of my childhood and adolescent memories are associated with how my father studied. First, at a school for working youth, and then at home after work, where subjects of higher polytechnic education were independently studied and mastered. My father always had and still has an amazing thirst for knowledge! Moreover, in any area of human activity, from love of music and literature to the knowledge of physical laws and complex technological processes.
Despite fatigue and lack of time, with surprising persistence, my father sat down to books almost every day and read, counted, and drew until late at night. Everything that he studied, my father discussed with me and later with his younger brother. Therefore, my brother and I learned about proportions, decimal fractions, equations, logarithms, integrals and many other mathematical and physical wisdom even before we started studying them at school and then continued at the institute.
Of course, all the conditions for the successful study of my father were created by my mother, Evdokia Averyanovna. She worked, ran the household, constantly made sure that the men in the house were fed, shod, dressed, studied well and did well everywhere. And she succeeded to the fullest!
Many, many years have passed since then. Two days before her 85th birthday, my mother passed away in April 2015. In 2016, together with my brother and children, we celebrated the 90th birthday of Pavel Fedorovich. He still lives in Zheleznogorsk, which, together with his mother, began to build from the first tent.
Pavel Fedorovich is a veteran front-line soldier, one of the first builders of the city. He is known and appreciated as a well-deserved and respected person. The father is constantly invited to meetings with schoolchildren and youth. He, a veteran of the Great Patriotic War, participates in the celebration of Victory Day in Zheleznogorsk and Krasnoyarsk, as well as in other patriotic events.
I am really proud of my parents. If I were asked to describe these wonderful people in one word, I would answer that there is such a word: WINNERS!