In memory of my great-grandfather Alexander
Agafonovich Naumov – a soldier of the Great
Naumov Alexander Agafonovich, front-line soldier, father of many children, peasant and son of a peasant. Photo from the late 1970s.
My great-grandfather Alexander Agafonovich Naumov was born on August 14, 1904 in the Konosha district of the village of Borisovskaya. Great-grandfather’s father, Agafon Naumov, came from the fronts of the First World War in 1918, wounded and sick. The daughters of Matryon and Mavra were not helpers for the father in plowing, all hope was for their son.
In 1918, Alexander was only 14 years old. And already at this time I had to take up the plow. Words cannot express how hard it was for the boy. For an adult man to work in the field with a plow – a knotty – and even then it is very difficult, and the peasants in the poor farms did not know iron plows. But this work, although it took a lot of strength, could not provide the family with food, the sisters had to beg around the world, and Sasha tried to master a craft that would give a piece of bread to the house.
Over time, he learned to weave baskets and fold stoves, and in the cooper’s house and in the carpenter’s house he was a craftsman. A wonderful fisherman, he will weave a ruff (muzzle) himself, and he will always come with a catch.
And of course Alexander knew all the field work.
In November 1932, Alexander Agafonovich, as the head of an independent economy, joined the Berezniki collective farm. On the collective farm, he cut down more than one barnyard, and there was no field not plowed and not sown by him.
He married for love, lived with Christina (they did not call Christina in the village) soul to soul. There was no man more beautiful and better for Christina, extremely hardworking, skillful in everything, non-drinker, affectionate and caring with her and the children, cherished and unlived her, tried to free her from all hard work.
To live and live, and good to make money for a young family. But trouble came to their native land. The war has begun.
In June of the forty-first year, Alexander Agafonovich was taken to the recruiting station in the regional center of Konosha.
For the rest of his life, Naumov and his family remembered the day when he was escorted to the front. Christina tightly clung to her husband, hugged and kissed him, lamented at the top of her voice: “Will I see you, my dear?!”
Arriving home, she kissed her daughters, saying: “Here, my birthmarks, we were left alone. How are we now without a folder? And then she reassured herself: “Maybe he will remain alive, my dear, dear person. I will endure everything for him…”
Kristina tried not to lose heart, but she couldn’t get out of her head: how to survive separation from her beloved, how to raise young daughters alone, of which the eldest Dunyasha is 10 years old, Sani is 3, and Klava is only a year and a half ..
In the early morning of the next day, she left work, but in her soul the anxiety for her husband did not subside, everything fell out of her hands. And this anxiety did not give rest day or night, until one day a tiny triangle came. She opened the leaflet and her daughter Dusya read: “Hello to you, my dear wife, children Dusya, Sasha, Klava. I kiss and hug you all. I inform you that we were formed and sent to the front. I’m in the rifle unit, machine gunner. I will beat the bastards to the last breath, while my heart is beating, I will hold the weapon firmly in my hands and beat the Germans without a miss. Christina immediately began to write an answer: “We received the letter, we are very happy. Accept our low bow. We wish you happiness, and most importantly, they will return home safe and sound with victory. We live normally, because you have plenty of everything for us, the children are fed, shod and dressed. I myself work in haymaking, mow with the whole team on the Lovzenka River. The grasses are good, so we will prepare plenty of hay both for the public herd and for feeding our cows.
Thank you, the neighbors don’t forget, grandmother Sasha visits every day, because Dunya can’t cope with her sisters, she’s only 10, she can’t cope alone
Of course, it’s hard, I’m very tired. I work all day, you come home, you have to manage the housework, and in the morning it’s a little dawn – I’ll heat the oven, cook breakfast for the guys, put bread in the oven and go to work, and here Dunyashenka does everything at home, because she is the eldest.
We kiss you tightly and wait for you, dear, home.
Ten-year-old Dusya nursed her sisters as best she could. She tried to caress them, stroking their heads, kissing little Klava, saying: “Do not cry, dear, my dear, beloved sister. Soon mom will come from the hayfield, bring a pipe from the fall. I nurse and shake you, I expect a folder home, he will come to us with a victory and we will have fun.
And how Dusya wanted to swim in the summer in the Lovzinka River, which was under a hill just 70 meters from the house. Through the window, she saw how a cheerful crowd of children bathed, swam, tumbled in the water like fish. And how was I to go, because you can’t leave the sisters alone. Oh, how I wish that at least once my mother came home earlier. But, as always, mother came very late. And when she came she had a lot of things to do. Dusya came up to her mother, clung to her, said: “Oh, how tired you are, mom. Let me kiss you, everything will be easier for you, my dear and most, most beloved.
The war continued with no end in sight. Life became more and more difficult. And then a great misfortune fell on the family: a cow fell ill and died. In those difficult war years, in families with small children, a cow was a real salvation from hunger. Lost it – how to raise children?
Neighbors came to help. Every day Fedosya Vasilievna Plakhova and Alexandra Petrovna Plakhova brought milk to the Naumov children. They consoled: “Do not kill yourself, Christina, we will feed your children with the whole world.”
But a great longing for her beloved husband and pity for her daughters, aggravated by the loss of a cow – a nurse, a feeling of hopelessness oppressed Christina day by day. And already neither work, nor the care of kind people, nor the caress of the eldest daughter could remove this burden from the soul. She fell ill from longing and took to her bed. Every day, neighbors came to her bed, tried to distract her from painful thoughts and experiences, and she faded away. And went out like a candle.
Young children were left orphans. The villagers shared bread and milk with them, looked after the girls as best they could.
Collective farmer Ivan Timofeevich Naumov (in the village his name was Uncle Vanya) was not taken to the front because of poor eyesight. He took care of his orphan sisters like a father. But the girls needed constant care, and Uncle Vanya placed Sasha and Klava in an orphanage, and gave Dusya to his daughter Olga: “Here, daughter, feed and dress until her father Alexander returns.”
So all children were arranged.
For a long time the soldier waited for news from Christina, but there was still no letter. The battle will subside, a short respite, and a postman appears on the front line, the Red Army men are looking forward to it ..
Good news from home means a lot in war.
But the postman does not call out the name of Naumov, there is no letter for him. He fights on the Volkhov front, carries out his military service regularly, but his heart is not sweet – his heart feels: something happened at home.
The neighbors did not want to disturb and upset the soldier Alexander Naumov with the sad news from the house about the death of his wife, but no matter how you hide it, you need to report it.
Uncle Vanya gathered his courage, decided to write about everything to Alexander in a letter …
Once again, the postman began to shout out the names of the fighters to whom the letters had arrived: “Sidorov! Tomilov! Naumov! Alexander Agafonovich was even confused with joy – he had not received letters for so long. And here it is, the long-awaited letter! But what is it? Written not by Christina’s hand, but by Uncle Vanya. “Hello my dear neighbor. I did not want to disturb you with pain and sorrow, but do not write to you – you will not forgive us for this. Your beloved wife died, and I did not leave your children to their own devices … “
Alexander could not read further, he turned pale, tears splashed from his eyes and ran down his cheeks …
All the fighters who were nearby at that moment took his grief as their own. They jointly shared with him the pain of loss, pitied the orphans – children, consoled, said that life would get better. And this military commonwealth helped him overcome grief.
And soon the battle began. Enemy attacks – one after another! All of them in this battle were repulsed by the fire of Alexander Naumov’s machine gun and the courage of the fighters – fellow soldiers. Dozens of enemy corpses remained on the battlefield.
Soldier Naumov served in the 1224th, 524th, 511th rifle regiments, 92nd rifle division. He was awarded the medals “For Courage” and “For Military Merit”, the Order of the Patriotic War, I degree.
The order to award Alexander Naumov with the medal “For Military Merit” says that he is awarded “for the fact that during the offensive of the regiment on March 8, 1944, in the west of the city of Luga, Leningrad Region, he collected captured and domestic weapons. Under enemy fire, he took out 110 rifles, 2 machine guns, 1 light machine gun from the battlefield and handed them over to the warehouse.
On January 14, 1943, the Red Army soldier Naumov received his first bullet wound. He didn’t want to lie in evacuation hospital No. 1246 for a long time, he asked the doctors to go to the front ahead of schedule.
In March 1943, he was wounded again – through shrapnel wound in the left leg. The wound healed quickly, and again the fighter Naumov left the evacuation hospital ahead of schedule.
In March 1944, Alexander Naumov will be wounded for the third time – a through shrapnel wound now in his right leg. All the same evacuation hospital. And again, as before, Naumov asked to be discharged early. The doctors answered him: “Calm down, Naumov, you will still be at the front, here we will treat you – you are all perforated.” But he continued to insist and stayed in the hospital only from March 17 to May 20.
As part of the 1st Ukrainian Front, Alexander Agafonovich Naumov met the victorious May 1945.
In August 1945, the soldier was demobilized.
A storm of feelings swept over him when he saw his native village of Borisovskaya. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Here is the native house, it stands like an orphan without a back, deaf and silent.
There is no Christina in it, the laughter and cheerful voices of children are not heard.
I went into the house and my legs buckled. The soldier sat down on a bench at the table, tears rolled down from his eyes. How to live on? He went to the front – there was a hostess in the house, children’s voices rang, ordinary life went on, as was the custom of grandfathers. What now?
How I dreamed about this simple peaceful life there – at the forefront!
No, now is not the time to become limp, because somewhere his three children are, and they are probably alive …
As soon as the soldier thought about it, he heard quick steps in the passage and a cry mixed with crying and joy. Dunyasha ran in. How grown up! She became an unrecognizable beauty! Dunyasha clung to her father, began to wail in a rustic way: “Darling, dear, my dear daddy! How I’ve been waiting for you!” Dunyasha kisses his father on the cheeks, on the lips, on the neck … He kisses his father’s hands, which until recently held a machine gun at the forefront.
Then the neighbors came running. They see a touching picture: two are sitting at the table: father and daughter, as when he went to the front. And Dunyasha keeps saying: “Oh, dear, dear dad, how glad I am, I was waiting for you so much! I did not sleep at night, I kept thinking that you would come soon. But our mother is not there, and our sisters – who knows where they are. Even though you were waiting…”
Tears flowed from all the women who entered the house at these words. They remembered the misfortune that befell this house, they remembered the husbands, brothers and sons who died in this damned war … Alexander Agafonovich began to ask about Sasha and Klava. Dunya quietly answered that Uncle Vanya took them to the orphanage, and where they are now is unknown. Many times already Uncle Vanya wrote inquiries to the Department of Public Education, and to the District Department of Internal Affairs, and to various orphanages, and one answer comes from everywhere: “These do not appear.”
“It’s okay, dear, we’ll find the sisters,” the father firmly promised Dunyasha.
But it will take almost 20 years before Klava is found first, and then Sasha.
In 1947, Alexander Agafonovich marries for the second time, he was then 43 years old, the prime of life for a man.
It is not a century to be a widower. Yes, and it is more joyful to live in the village with a family. Children also came from the second marriage. Six.
In 1990, July 13, Alexander Agafonovich died. But the kind family of the Naumovs lives on earth, works, raises children and carefully preserves the memory of that terrible war that brought so much grief, suffering and pain to their relatives and friends.
And the youngest daughter of Alexander and Khristina Naumov Klava became my great-grandmother.