In Kuibyshev, thousands of kilometers away from Helsin, a middle-aged militiaman wearing dark blue overalls and carrying a rifle stood at the door of a metallurgical factory. Everyone entering and leaving the factory had to take out their ID and hand it over. Check him out.
At this time, a young man of medium height, thin build, wearing military uniform and carrying a large backpack came near the factory gate. However, he did not go to the door. Instead, he stopped ten meters away from the factory door and looked at the factory carefully.
The militiaman on guard saw a strange person appearing and felt it necessary to step forward to check. So while no one was coming in or out, he walked over to the young man and asked somewhat rudely: "Hey, young man, where are you standing?" What are you doing here?”
"Is this the Kuibyshev Metallurgical Plant?"
"That's right, it's right here." The middle-aged militiaman asked vigilantly, "What do you want?"
"I'm here to report." The young man took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the militiamen: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction."
The militiaman unfolded his ID, looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Your name is Vasily Zaitsev?"
"Yes, I am Vasily."
"Before a soldier?"
"Yes, I was a soldier."
The militiaman returned the certificate to Vasily and asked curiously: "Comrade Vasily, where have you fought?"
"Fighted in both Stalingrad and Kursk." Vasily replied with a smile: "Later, because he stepped on a landmine during the battle, he was sent to the hospital and lay there for more than half a year. After he recovered from his injuries, his superiors Arrange for my demobilization and place me in this factory."
"So that's it." The militiamen heard that the other party had participated in the Battle of Stalingrad, and they immediately became interested: "I heard that the battle to defend Stalingrad that year was extremely brutal. If one of our divisions entered the city, it would only take two days. It’s all lit up. Since you are a participant, you must be very aware of these things.”
"Uncle militiaman, the situation you mentioned does exist. But some troops are still able to achieve maximum results at the minimum cost in the face of the crazy German attack." When talking about the battle to defend Stalingrad, Vasily seemed a little a little bit Excited: "For example, the 41st Guards Division commanded by General Sokov at that time blocked hundreds of German attacks on Mamayev Hill and never retreated even a step."
When the militiamen heard that Vasily mentioned Sokov, they immediately stood in awe: "General Sokov is a great commander. The troops he commanded have never lost a battle. It is said that when the Germans heard his name, they I can’t even sleep well…”
While the two were chatting, they suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Zarin, why are you running around if you don't watch the door properly?"
The militiaman looked toward the door and saw a man wearing a black woolen coat standing there. He said to Vasily: "The factory director Ribinvich is here. Come with me."
The militiamen brought Vasily to the factory director and reported to him: "Comrade factory director, this young man has just retired from the army and was assigned to our factory."
After hearing what the militiamen said, the factory director looked Vasily up and down and asked tentatively: "Young man, have you just been assigned to our factory?"
"Yes, Comrade Factory Director." Vasily quickly took out his ID and letter of introduction and handed it to the factory director: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction. Please take a look!"
After the factory director quickly read the letter of introduction, he showed an excited expression on his face. He reached out and held Vasily's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Comrade Vasily, as soon as I received the call from my superior, I immediately Rush to the factory gate to greet you. On behalf of the fifteen hundred workers of the metallurgical plant, I welcome your arrival! By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Ribbenvich, the director of the metallurgical plant."
Seeing that the factory director was so enthusiastic about Vasily, the militiamen asked with some confusion: "Comrade factory director, who is he? Why did you come out to greet him in person?"
"Zarin, don't you know what he's scolding?"
The militiaman known as Zalin stared at Vasily twice, then shook his head, indicating that he did not recognize Vasily. In Kuibyshev, thousands of kilometers away from Helsin, a middle-aged militiaman wearing dark blue overalls and carrying a rifle stood at the door of a metallurgical factory. Everyone entering and leaving the factory had to take out their ID and hand it over. Check him out.
At this time, a young man of medium height, thin build, wearing military uniform and carrying a large backpack came near the factory gate. However, he did not go to the door. Instead, he stopped ten meters away from the factory door and looked at the factory carefully.
The militiaman on guard saw a strange person appearing and felt it necessary to step forward to check. So while no one was coming in or out, he walked over to the young man and asked somewhat rudely: "Hey, young man, where are you standing?" What are you doing here?”
"Is this the Kuibyshev Metallurgical Plant?"
"That's right, it's right here." The middle-aged militiaman asked vigilantly, "What do you want?"
"I'm here to report." The young man took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the militiamen: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction."
The militiaman unfolded his ID, looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Your name is Vasily Zaitsev?"
"Yes, I am Vasily."
"Before a soldier?"
"Yes, I was a soldier."
The militiaman returned the certificate to Vasily and asked curiously: "Comrade Vasily, where have you fought?"
"Fighted in both Stalingrad and Kursk." Vasily replied with a smile: "Later, because he stepped on a landmine during the battle, he was sent to the hospital and lay there for more than half a year. After he recovered from his injuries, his superiors Arrange for my demobilization and place me in this factory."
"So that's it." The militiamen heard that the other party had participated in the Battle of Stalingrad, and they immediately became interested: "I heard that the battle to defend Stalingrad that year was extremely brutal. If one of our divisions entered the city, we would be dead within two days. It’s all lit up. Since you are a participant, you must be very aware of these things.”
"Uncle militiaman, the situation you mentioned does exist. But some troops are still able to achieve maximum results at the minimum cost in the face of the crazy German attack." When talking about the battle to defend Stalingrad, Vasily seemed a little a little bit Excited: "For example, the 41st Guards Division commanded by General Sokov at that time blocked hundreds of German attacks on Mamayev Hill and never retreated even a step."
When the militiamen heard that Vasily mentioned Sokov, they immediately stood in awe: "General Sokov is a great commander. The troops he commanded have never lost a battle. It is said that when the Germans heard his name, they I can’t even sleep well…”
While the two were chatting, they suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Zarin, why are you running around if you don't watch the door properly?"
The militiaman looked toward the door and saw a man wearing a black woolen coat standing there. He said to Vasily: "The factory director Ribinvich is here. Come with me."
The militiamen brought Vasily to the factory director and reported to him: "Comrade factory director, this young man has just retired from the army and was assigned to our factory."
After hearing what the militiamen said, the factory director looked Vasily up and down and asked tentatively: "Young man, have you just been assigned to our factory?"
"Yes, Comrade Factory Director." Vasily quickly took out his ID and letter of introduction and handed it to the factory director: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction. Please take a look!"
After the factory director quickly read the letter of introduction, he showed an excited expression on his face. He reached out and held Vasily's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Comrade Vasily, as soon as I received the call from my superior, I immediately Rush to the factory gate to greet you. On behalf of the fifteen hundred workers of the metallurgical plant, I welcome your arrival! By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Ribbenvich, the director of the metallurgical plant."
Seeing that the factory director was so enthusiastic about Vasily, the militiamen asked with some confusion: "Comrade factory director, who is he? Why did you come out to greet him in person?"
"Zarin, don't you know what he's scolding?"
The militiaman known as Zalin stared at Vasily twice, then shook his head, indicating that he did not recognize Vasily. In Kuibyshev, thousands of kilometers away from Helsin, a middle-aged militiaman wearing dark blue overalls and carrying a rifle stood at the door of a metallurgical factory. Everyone entering and leaving the factory had to take out their ID and hand it over. Check him out.
At this time, a young man of medium height, thin build, wearing military uniform and carrying a large backpack came near the factory gate. However, he did not go to the door. Instead, he stopped ten meters away from the factory door and looked at the factory carefully.
The militiaman on guard saw a strange person appearing and felt it necessary to step forward to check. So while no one was coming in or out, he walked over to the young man and asked somewhat rudely: "Hey, young man, where are you standing?" What are you doing here?”
"Is this the Kuibyshev Metallurgical Plant?"
"That's right, it's right here." The middle-aged militiaman asked vigilantly, "What do you want?"
"I'm here to report." The young man took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the militiamen: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction."
The militiaman unfolded his ID, looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Your name is Vasily Zaitsev?"
"Yes, I am Vasily."
"Before a soldier?"
"Yes, I was a soldier."
The militiaman returned the certificate to Vasily and asked curiously: "Comrade Vasily, where have you fought?"
"Fighted in both Stalingrad and Kursk." Vasily replied with a smile: "Later, because he stepped on a landmine during the battle, he was sent to the hospital and lay there for more than half a year. After he recovered from his injuries, his superiors Arrange for my demobilization and place me in this factory."
"So that's it." The militiamen heard that the other party had participated in the Battle of Stalingrad, and they immediately became interested: "I heard that the battle to defend Stalingrad that year was extremely brutal. If one of our divisions entered the city, we would be dead within two days. It’s all lit up. Since you are a participant, you must be very aware of these things.”
"Uncle militiaman, the situation you mentioned does exist. But some troops are still able to achieve maximum results at the minimum cost in the face of the crazy German attack." When talking about the battle to defend Stalingrad, Vasily seemed a little a little bit Excited: "For example, the 41st Guards Division commanded by General Sokov at that time blocked hundreds of German attacks on Mamayev Hill and never retreated even a step."
When the militiamen heard that Vasily mentioned Sokov, they immediately stood in awe: "General Sokov is a great commander. The troops he commanded have never lost a battle. It is said that when the Germans heard his name, they I can’t even sleep well…”
While the two were chatting, they suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Zarin, why are you running around if you don't watch the door properly?"
The militiaman looked toward the door and saw a man wearing a black woolen coat standing there. He said to Vasily: "The factory director Ribinvich is here. Come with me."
The militiamen brought Vasily to the factory director and reported to him: "Comrade factory director, this young man has just retired from the army and was assigned to our factory."
After hearing what the militiamen said, the factory director looked Vasily up and down and asked tentatively: "Young man, have you just been assigned to our factory?"
"Yes, Comrade Factory Director." Vasily quickly took out his ID and letter of introduction and handed it to the factory director: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction. Please take a look!"
After the factory director quickly read the letter of introduction, he showed an excited expression on his face. He reached out and held Vasily's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Comrade Vasily, as soon as I received the call from my superior, I immediately Rush to the factory gate to greet you. On behalf of the fifteen hundred workers of the metallurgical plant, I welcome your arrival! By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Ribbenvich, the director of the metallurgical plant."
Seeing that the factory director was so enthusiastic about Vasily, the militiamen asked with some confusion: "Comrade factory director, who is he? Why did you come out to greet him in person?"
"Zarin, don't you know what he's scolding?"
The militiaman known as Zalin stared at Vasily twice, then shook his head, indicating that he did not recognize Vasily. In Kuibyshev, thousands of kilometers away from Helsin, a middle-aged militiaman wearing dark blue overalls and carrying a rifle stood at the door of a metallurgical factory. Everyone entering and leaving the factory had to take out their ID and hand it over. Check him out.
At this time, a young man of medium height, thin build, wearing military uniform and carrying a large backpack came near the factory gate. However, he did not go to the door. Instead, he stopped ten meters away from the factory door and looked at the factory carefully.
The militiaman on guard saw a strange person appearing and felt it necessary to step forward to check. So while no one was coming in or out, he walked over to the young man and asked somewhat rudely: "Hey, young man, where are you standing?" What are you doing here?”
"Is this the Kuibyshev Metallurgical Plant?"
"That's right, it's right here." The middle-aged militiaman asked vigilantly, "What do you want?"
"I'm here to report." The young man took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the militiamen: "Here are my ID and letter of introduction."
The militiaman unfolded his ID, looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Your name is Vasily Zaitsev?"
"Yes, I am Vasily."
"Before a soldier?"
"Yes, I was a soldier."
The militiaman returned the certificate to Vasily and asked curiously: "Comrade Vasily, where have you fought?"
"Fighted in both Stalingrad and Kursk." Vasily replied with a smile: "Later, because he stepped on a landmine during the battle, he was sent to the hospital and lay there for more than half a year. After he recovered from his injuries, his superiors Arrange for my demobilization and place me in this factory."
