Antioufeev Ivan Mikhajlovich

100 years ago, my Grandfather fought for the Freedom and Happiness of the Russian People.

It was a long time ago and many, perhaps, have forgotten why the Civil War broke out in Russia. They have forgotten not by themselves but at the behest of the communists who built communism in their families on the blood, torment, and death of the People.

Let me remind you of something. Tsarism in Russia was no better than Putin’s power today. And the fairy tales of the communists about the bright future have not yet been stained with the blood of the millions.

My Grandfather fought against the villains of that forgotten time. Before he had passed the trenches of war, and from the simple shepherd he had become a non-commissioned officer on that First World War (the almost impossible thing in the peacetime at all). And in subsequent wars, he became General of the Red Army.

Could a simple shepherd boy from a small village on the Ural river, even dream of such a career before the Civil War, before Revolution?

He went to that First World War with joy, departing from the eternal famine and beggarly life into the Russian Army for the rest of his life. But let’s all the same in order.

Ivan Antyufeev was born on January 20, 1897, in the village of Nesterovka, Orenburg province, into a peasant family. From eight to fourteen years he worked as a shepherd, then graduated from the village school and began working as a farm laborer.

In 1916 he was drafted into the royal army. In April 1917, after graduating from the three-month school of regimental intelligence with the 47th reserve infantry regiment in Podvolochisk, received the rank of non-commissioned officer. In 1918, Ivan Antyufeev voluntarily joined the Workers ‘and Peasants’ Red Army.

He participated in the battles of the beginning of the Civil War. He studied from June 1919 to April 1920 at the command infantry courses in Samara. From May to October 1920, he fought on the Southern Front of the Civil War against various gangs and Wrangel’s troops as a platoon commander on foot intelligence of the 205th rifle regiment of the 23rd rifle division.

In the period from November to December 1920, he served in the 1st Ukrainian Rifle Regiment. In 1920 he studied again, first the Simferopol infantry courses, from January 1921 – the highest command courses ‘Shot’, graduated from them in August of the 22nd. In 1922–1924, Antyufeev commanded various rifle and reconnaissance units in the 98th rifle regiment of the 33rd rifle division and in the 100th rifle regiment of the 34th rifle division.

From September 1924 to May 1925, he was a participant in courses at the Intelligence Directorate of the Red Army in the city of Moscow, after which he was appointed to the post of head of intelligence of a rifle division.

 

Above is from Wikipedia lines. Just imagine a little shepherd from a deaf village fighting on the field of wars and a student constantly. Then in the villages, 80% of people could not read and write. It was necessary to work to get food. How much I remember him, he studied and read books. He had more than three thousand of them and all with his marginal notes. He always read books with a pencil in his hand.

Who LIES my eyes? They saw an educated and very intelligent person who constantly helped everyone except his family – he believed that we should do everything ourselves. Or LIES Wikipedia and various films who paint the Bolsheviks like barbarians and uneducated bloody bastards.

True, looking at what the Putin’s Communists (don’t forget that Putin and 99% of his criminal gang are former communist bosses, and Putin is the political police officer in his education) are doing you can believe in such stupid thing.

Simply true is that the time has passed and the Communists reborn in outright villains. In each time frame, it is their People, and their Animals and their rascals.

Any war and, moreover, civil war is a great disaster for the people. A civil war lasting more than 100 years is an incredible test for the Russian people, an unprecedented disaster in the history and an unheard of GENOCIDE.

Why does my nation pass this genocide? Just because the ruling elite of Russian society is too detached from its people. This is happening now. Therefore, most likely after the end of Putin’s and his thieves’ gang rule, Russia is apparently waiting for the continuation of the civil war in open form.

But let me go back to the story of my Grandfather.

Civil War in Russia (official story) 

In 1932, Ivan Antyufeev for the second time graduated from the Higher Command Courses “Shot”, after which until 1934 he was Assistant Chief of Staff of the infantry regiment, then until 1936 – Chief of Staff. In addition, in 1935 he graduated in absentia two courses of the Military Academy named after MV Frunze. In 1936-1938 he commanded the 253rd rifle regiment of the 85th rifle division in Chelyabinsk. In 1939, Antyufeev was appointed the commander of the 82nd Infantry Division (ID) in the Urals Military District and was in this position until September 1941. In June – August 1939 in this position he took part in battles with Japanese troops on the Khalkhin Gol River. In November – December 1939, the commander 98 rifle division.

Again we read the lines of Wikipedia. There, in a time far from us, in a small peaceful respite of the whole country, the army lived its peaceful life. Only Comrade Stalin was always afraid of the Russian army – after all, people had weapons in their hands. Since 1936, repression began in the Red Army.

The officers were taken away without trial and investigation on the denunciations from “vigilant citizens” and, by the decision of the emergency commissions of THREE people, sent someone to be shot, and someone to a regular concentration camp. To get to the concentration camp Gulag was, perhaps, even worse than shooting.

At the same time, the entire family of such an officer was subjected to similar reprisals. In this turbulent time, Grandfather always had a suitcase with his things in case of arrest, and this torture lasted for years. The Chief of Staff of his division, the murderers from Stalin’s secret police, was taken away in May 1939.

And in the late summer of 1938, his wife died, my beautiful grandmother, whom I never saw, and even her graves did not survive. My father and I tried to find a grave in a bulldozed ruin on the site of a cemetery in Ufa, but we did not find it. The wasteland, in my opinion, is still a wasteland today and nothing but the tramlines is there. The single photo of my grandmother remained in Russia on my mother’s flat when I  going out of Russia in February of 2000 with my family to survive from Putin’s bandits.

This was done with old cemeteries at the beginning of the 60s by communists throughout the country in order to erase its history from the memory of the Russian people. This is being done now by Putin and his gangsters simply for the costly place for some buildings for them.

Stalin’s executioners did not have time to take my grandfather. At the May 1939, an order was received to form a rifle division for exercises.

The fact is that my grandfather’s division was only on paper. There was an incomplete staff of senior officers, there was an obsolete weapon in the form of rifles and a pistol. There were also cartridges. There were almost no machine guns. Machine guns were not even needed, as you will see from my story below.

Younger officers and soldiers were called up for short term training. All of them were ordinary workers and villagers and few of them served in the army and saw a rifle from afar.

Photo & paint from Japan side

Here are just cartridges for them began supplying in a decent amount and the grandfather began to suspect that they were not going to the exercises.
As people’s line was drafted, they were put into train wagons. It was 20 000 people! It was a lot of trains!

Photos from Russian side

 

And the trains went off to the side of Mongolia. From the North Urals to Mongolia, no one goes to the teachings. Therefore, the grandfather gave the order to conduct training with rifles in the wagons and at any stops to teach people to shoot and bayonet fighting.

When I read the story about the beginning of the Second World War in September 1939, I always remember those forgotten soldiers of my grandfather’s division in JUNE 1939. It is interesting to whom then did the divisions of the Russian people fight before the official start of the Second World War? Against whom? How many American guys came back alive after fighting the Japanese aggressors because the soldiers of my grandfather’s division killed those who were supposed to kill the American guys? For many Russian soldiers, the war began long before its official start, and the World has forgotten about it. Only the dead were not meeting at home, only Russian boys and girls were not born. But this is nonsense, isn’t it? Just forgotten by all the war … how much later they were on the Planet, I do not remember all the dead… statistics.

Echelons were unloaded in the open steppe. There were very few cars. In the echelons managed to somehow prepare the machine gunners.

It is now everyone knows how to deal with technology, but then people had no idea about the work of primitive mechanisms. There were short-growing Mongolian horses, but few could ride them, and the horses were not accustomed to carts that were not there.

The soldiers walked for hundreds of kilometers along the dry open summer steppe, along practically half-desert and from the march they entered into battle with the Japanese invaders who had crossed the Mongolian border, who at that time had both cars and tanks and planes that my grandfather could only dream of.

More reinforcements did not come up and the division burned down in battles without the opportunity to gather into a fist, without the possibility of even digging.

Echelons did not come all together but approached one by one and therefore it was not possible to assemble a concentrated fighting group.

The one who allowed this crime was in the headquarters in Moscow. But this is a nit, I do not even want to remember his name, God punished and he was repressed. Do you think he was repressed for this crime? How you are wrong! He was repressed for political reasons and much later.

The stubborn division still stood dead in the way of the enemy, not allowing it to break into the operating room. Giving time to the main forces of the regular Russian army to gather and repulse the impudent aggressor.

At this time, the war began to beat already, to some extent, in my family. Leaving for war, grandfather left his ten-year-old son in the officer’s canteen with strangers. Until the summer of 1946, he did not see his son, and his son did not see him and wandered through other people’s families.

Now you can tell me that the Second World War began in September 1939.

After Mongolia, the division was removed from the front for re-formation and Zhukov, who was then in the same rank as my Grandfather, tried to repay him for terrible losses and received a rebuff. In the Red Army, probably, only my Grandfather dared to shout at Zhukov.

Grandfather, who never in my memory raised his voice. With his small stature, he could surely stop the train at a glance. But for the death of his soldiers, he cruelly scolded Zhukov.

True, the division was then forgotten in redevelopment by awards – Comrade Zhukov to do it, he, in order for historians not to weave about him, in general, was a rather petty and vengeful person.

The mad Hitler attacked the USSR and Grandfather again had to form a new division of civilians in the city of Voronezh, but these people had already gone through military training and were trained to do something. The division received both artillery and tanks almost according to the staff schedule. Only at the last moment, the division was taken to another sector of the front and Grandfather again had to form another division.

The division received the name 327 Infantry Division. Already practically there were no tanks and there was not enough artillery.

Voronezh 1941:

The regiments of the division fought on the southern front, covered Moscow.

Like the division of General Pamfilov, which received the name of Pamfilovskaya and the division of Grandfather became known as Antioufeevskaya. She was considered the most combat-ready and shock, although she did not have sufficient artillery and tank cover.

Voronezh, November 07, 1941

When in besieged Leningrad, people began to die of starvation, despite the fact that an offensive was being prepared near Moscow, the 327 division was being transferred to the Volkhov front to break the blockade of Leningrad. Directly from echelon on the same days as the counteroffensive near Moscow, the division soldiers break through the front without the support of artillery, without tanks and drive the fascists along the swamps towards Leningrad.

Thus, if you look at the dates, the 327 division was one of the very first to break the back of the fascists. 327 division drove them away from the Russian land when everyone in the world was retreating. Remember Prel Harbor, and the war in Africa and even on the other fronts of the Russian war, almost all were retreating. It was then that the Germans, the enemies, called the division Stubborn.

The Volkhov Front was one of the bloodiest fronts. Divisions burned there for an incomplete week, and 327 not only did not burn, but it also drove the enemy west.

Imagine the scope of the battles of that time on the Russian front, where 20,000 people burned down without a trace for several days, or even hours. Compare with the loss of the landing of the Western troops in Normandy, or the loss in Africa, or the loss of the whole war in the Pacific. No, I’m not writing this for to brag. People do not brag about the death of people. But the courage of a Russian Soldier is worthy of admiration and gratitude of descendants. I am writing for comparison, so you can understand the scale of the battles. And to brag or celebrate death is simply criminal. It is possible and necessary to grieve, but not to celebrate. And remember, too, it is necessary to never repeat this anywhere on Earth.

What those Soldiers said about those days:

“Division starts fighting near the villages of Myasnoy Bor and New Kerest of the Chudovsky District of the Leningrad Region … ”. There she fought and died including. and the 327th Infantry. They were betrayed by their commanders, and their victims and deeds were forgotten by theirs. This is fate.

But they were not to blame. That period was recalled in the book “The Second Shock Army in the Battle of Leningrad” by the commander of the 327th division, I.M.Antioufeev. (my Grandfather)

On January 3, 1942, the division took up defensive positions along the eastern bank of the Volkhov River in the Selischensky settlement – Gorodok area with the task of being ready for an offensive on January 6. The commander’s argument that after a 90-kilometer march it is necessary to replace the wheeled transport with a sled, to obtain the missing ammunition, food, and fodder, were not taken into account. “So the master demands,” is the whole answer. The rear was not adjusted. The divisional commander even witnessed his fighters roasting on fire and eating a dead horse that was preserved in the snow. Even before the onset of the offensive!” 

90-Kilometer march in the snow 1,5 meters. It is water under snow from marsh… -40-degree Celsius! There is no food, there are no cartridges … THE HEAD of army FORGOT SUPPLY the ALL division !!! They forgot about 20.000 people and sent them towards on the enemy positions covered by ice without tanks and artillery, without cartridges !!! But read more…

“On January 7, the tragically known Luban offensive began. The shelves, breaking the river, immediately came under heavy machine-gun and mortar fire. Our artillery could not crush it, because had only a quarter set of ammunition. The offensive immediately choked, on January 9 the troops were redeployed to their initial positions, and on the 13th they launched a breakthrough.

Photos of the 327th Shooting Infantry Division in battle:

More photos here: https://ok.ru/group/51689309339801/topics

The 2nd Shock moved toward its doom, while the 327th Division breached it. The frost is under thirty, almost a kilometer from the Germans in deep snow. Already in the first hours, the fighters were exhausted to the limit, and without skis and camouflages, they became also excellent targets. Nevertheless, the division broke through the defense of the Germans, losing about 1,000 people wounded.

The mobile group of the 2nd Shock Army rushed into the breakthrough, and the division covered its right flank and expanded the front of the breakthrough, trying to take the Spasskaya Polist. Again, the ‘gnawing’ of the Germans’ defense over loose deep snow, without the support of tanks, which simply stuck in this snow. The regiments broke into the village, rolled back, broke into again, but they could not break the defenses of the Germans. By the way, the units that replaced the division did not take the Spasskaya Polist.

If you look at the map, the 2nd Shock Army penetrated into the depths of the German defense in a bag of 50 to 20 km with a throat no wider than 3-4 km and 5 km in length. Through it, the only winter road was laid, along which the army was supplied. This narrow neck was made by a protrusion of the German defense about 5 km wide and about 20 km long. He was like a hand extended to the neck and ready to tighten it, which subsequently happened. Along with this projection, the Germans stretched the narrow-gauge railway and were able to organize the defense in such a way that for 4 months neither our troops from the outside, nor those leaving the encirclement, nor their joint efforts could cut it. But they themselves had the opportunity to bombard troops moving along the neck and carts of all types of weapons. Spasskaya Polist was somewhere in the middle of this protrusion and, storming it, the 327th Division tried to cut off this hand.

After the battles in rifle companies, there was half the staff.

At the end of February, the division was included in the strike force and was drawn into the mouth of this bag. By that time, half of the staff remained in the rifle companies. Almost on the move, she received a replenishment (about 700 people) and was thrown in the direction of Krasnaya Gorka to attack Lyuban. This is the most distant breakthrough point. No roads went with a speed of 2 km per hour.”

The tragedy of the 327 Shooter Rifle Division and the Second Shock Army through the eyes of the enemies – the German fascists

   

By that time, even he, the division commander, was swollen from hunger and he had to cut their boots to put on his legs. The battles were terrible constantly turning into bayonet attacks, in which everyone participated, including my Grandfather – there were almost no cartridges. The army did not supply the division. In one of the attacks, he was severely strummed by the rupture of a projectile nearby.

“The tragic epic of the division began. Prior to her approach, two rifle brigades had already tried to take Krasnaya Gorka, but to no avail. The forward detachment, which included the 1,100th regiment of the division, broke the German defense and rushed to Lyuban, but was hit by aviation and lost the bulk of the horses. To pull guns and sled had nothing. In addition, it turned out that the Germans in the forest made rokadny roads with special factory flooring, on which they pulled up reserves and cut off the vanguard. Only 10 days later, on March 9, with some rifles, a part of the detachment made its way to its own.

In the middle of March, they took the Red Hill, but the army turned to defense and this was the end of the Luban operation. The Germans tightened the neck of the bag, the supply stopped at all, and the surrounded ones switched to a hungry ration, ate dead horses and even tree bark. Only in May, an order was received to depart. From hunger, the fighters could barely move their legs, and they also had to fight.”

“The first breakthrough of the army from the environment through the Spasskaya Polist was unsuccessful. The division took up defenses 30 km west of Myasniy Bor, where she fought until mid-June. Now the army was preparing for a second strike through the Myasnoy Bor. In the area of it, by some miracle, a narrow strip of land was preserved among the marshes, on which pedestrians could make their way at night. Through this ‘gap’ came to their women medical battalion and part of the wounded. For about two weeks, the bloodless division fought. The Germans more than once broke into our defenses, and exhausted soldiers beat them back. Where are you from? But the limit came and, having blown up the guns, burning the cars, the remnants of the division began to withdraw. There were 200-300 people left on the shelves. They could not go. On the spot, they were still fighting, clinging to every stream, every clearing, but there was no strength to break through.

The 327th Infantry Division under his command achieved the greatest success in the Luban operation.

In 1942 he was appointed the commander of the 24th Guards Rifle Division but refused to fly to a new duty station and, believing that he himself should withdraw his division from the encirclement, he remained with his soldiers until the end. Division Antufeeva led fierce fighting in the environment. May 21, 1942, he was awarded the rank of Major General”

Many of divisional commanders flew away, leaving their Soldiers, and then received new ranks and positions, spitting on the honor of an officer, but not for me to judge them, and the new army commander simply went over to the Nazis. Grandfather’s stubborn division fought to the last soldier, and I am proud of the action of Grandfather and that he did not abandon his soldiers.

Here how it was: https://www.e-reading.club/chapter.php/13004/106/Gagarin_-_Myasnoii_Bor.html As it was written by writer Gagarin in the book ‘Meat Bor’. Collecting material, he came to my grandfather and I remember that, although I was still quite young. Then in the USSR to write about this tragedy was, to put it mildly, heroism – the whole tragedy was forbidden.

“On June 1, 1942, the division numbered 587 officers, 642 foremen and sergeants, and 2136 privates. By June 2, 1942, the battles for Finev Meadow and the exhausted 1102nd infantry regiment by June 7, 1942, began. At the same time, after units of the 254th Infantry Division broke through the defenses of the neighboring 92nd Infantry Division, they attacked the 1098th Infantry Regiment and left to the 1100th Infantry Regiment units of the 258th Infantry Division. Thus, the 327th Infantry Division, in the regiments of which there were still 200-300 people, restrained the blow of the main group of the enemy. After the fiercest battles on June 7, 1942, in each regiment of the division there were no more than a company, and the commander on June 8, 1942, ordered the withdrawal to New Keresti, destroying heavy weapons.

As the commander of the division recalled after the war: “However, we no longer had any shells, mines, or a drop of fuel. The guns and mortars were partly undermined and partly sunk in the swamps. Cars burned. On June 9, 1942, the remnants of the division took up defensive against Deaf Keresti along the Trubitsa River and the railway embankment. On June 11, 1942, they again beat off the attack of the enemy. On June 12, 1942, the stubborn division was subjected to artillery shelling, which lasted 10 hours, but after that, the division, in which about 300 people were left, repulsed the attack. On June 14, 1942, the enemy, again overturning units of the 92nd Infantry Division, captured Fenev Lug and went to the rear of the division, after which it retreated 10 kilometers to New Keresti within 24 hours. On the evening of June 14, 1942, the division crossed the bridge to the east bank of the Keresti River and took up defensive positions, having only two anti-tank guns with four shells each. On June 17-18, 1942, the division was again processed by artillery, and on June 19, 1942, it underwent a new attack, which was repulsed, but the division retreated to the Glushitsa River, and a combined detachment, which also covered the headquarters of the 2nd Shock Army and the Army hospital. The remnants of the division took up positions behind Glushitsa and on June 24, 1942, all the soldiers of the 1098th and 1100th rifle regiments that had remained by that time died, in the 1102th rifle regiment there were about two platoons of soldiers, taking into account the soldiers who had joined the division from other parts, in the 894th artillery regiment in the ranks were 15 people. On the night of June 25, 1942, the remnants of the division broke through by their own and by the end of the month 104 people left the encirclement – that was all that was left of the entire division. From July 15, 1942, the division was restored at the expense of the personnel of other parts of the front (for example, 267 Infantry Division) and replenishment. The division served as the basis for the reconstruction of the 2nd Shock Army.”

From: http://www.polk.ru/forum/index.php?showtopic=2566 and  http://bit.ly/2Z6D3io

Today, in the field of past battles 237 Shot Infantry Division below:

The tragedy of the 327 Shooter Rifle Division and the Second Shock Army through the eyes of the enemies – the German fascists

Today, in the field of past battles 237 Shot Infantry Division below

So, from more than, 25000 people remain 104… Remaining of the head of the division going towards Russian positions. The officer who walked ahead was blown up by a mine, and Grandfather strummed badly the second time, he woke up already in German captivity. Then it was a terrible crime in front of the communist government of the USSR.

In a distant city in the Urals, the communist government of the USSR stopped paying my father, the little boy, his father’s money. Now my Grandfather was in captivity (he went missing) and was considered the ‘enemy of the people.’ Other people from the officers ’cafeteria just threw him outside and he walked through the taiga and the Ural Mountains to another small town on foot 150 kilometers to look for his aunt – his mother’s sister who died before the war, and he never saw his aunt before, he just knew that she is. The war – she, bitch, crushed everyone and especially crushed normal people by the dark bastards in power in both Hitler’s Germany and in communist Russia.

Over the planet flayed the death. Second World War collected the blood of people. Ivan Antioufeev fell into one of the most perilous places for the Russian people. He ended up in a prison camp in the old town of Võru. There were destroyed the Jews, the political commissars, and officers. So the commissar of the 327 divisions perished. He was a Jew and in addition a commissar. In small Estonia, 150 camps were established for Nazi prisoners. Jews and commissars Estonians killed the most sophisticated ways. In the concentration camps, prisons, ghettos and civilian camps 53,199 people were kept. During the war years, 74,226 citizens were taken out of the territory of Estonia.

From 1941 to 1944 120 to 140 thousand Jews, Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, and people of other nationalities were killed. About 70 thousand – during the winter of 1941 – the spring of 1942. They always killed with extreme cruelty and did not spare either women or children. In February 1942, Estonia was declared free from Jews. According to various estimates, no more than 500 people survived from the five-thousandth Jewish community of Estonia.

Then there was Kaunas in Lithuania. Sitting in the camp, he didn’t know that he would live in Lithuania for many years and even learn Lithuanian. Beatings, famine, stubborn agitation of Vlasov — the commander of the army who had gone over to the side of the Nazis. There were even newspapers, enemy newspapers where there was a photo montage, that he agreed with a traitor. Only there was no betrayal, and he constantly tried to escape.

In 1943, he was already in Germany in the Fallingbostel concentration camp, in the mine-quarry. But there he was constantly trying to escape. He was transferred to the chamber of the medieval fortress Weissenburg. From there it was impossible to escape. The beatings and hunger remained and the content became even more severe, and the propaganda of going over to the side of the enemy was even more annoying.

Fallingbostel concentration camp:

Fortress Weissenburg:

In the spring of 1945, the guards drove all the Russian generals who were imprisoned in a fortress to the concentration camp Mossberg.

According to my grandfather, according to his diary entries, I know that German SS who were pushing a convoy of Russian prisoners on the way to the concentration camp, other SS from tanks along the side of the road, advised shooting all Russian officers. But it was spring already in 1945. The Germans did not dare to shoot the Russian officers, but this did not prevent them from driving Russians to a concentration camp and after all SSmen the convoy scattered. 

On April 29, the Mossberg concentration camp was finally liberated by US troops and all the remaining alive senior and top Russian officers were taken to the Soviet repatriate mission in Paris.

They were placed in the mission premises, fed and given out some pocket money. They were sitting in the mission premises because they were dressed in what they were captured in and in the rags that they were given in captivity or donated by American soldiers.

Finally, some kind of Missy employee decided to ask them why they were sitting in the room, and not going for a walk … Urgently the mission of the Great Country took care to dress their Generals. They dressed in what was found in the mission and the officers got the opportunity to go out to the people.

When they reached the Champs Elysées nobody paid attention to their group. The Great City lived its own life. But one of the people passing by asked who they were and having received the answer began to shout something. A huge crowd gathered around them as the Parisian shouted that there were Russian Officers. The Parisians, as the grandfather recalled, embraced the Russian Officers for a long time, the women kissed them, then the crowd lifted them in their arms and carried them along the Champs Elysées.

About this Grandfather remembered often. People only once expressed their gratitude for the feat that the 327 Infantry Division accomplished in 41-42. He regarded it that way.  He recalled this with gratitude and until his death, he kept the old map of Paris, which he bought in those days.

Our family took care of this map and grandfather’s awards, but I had to save my family in February 2000 from persecution and repression from the authorities of Putin. My mother died and my younger sister, too (she was persecuted till death by Putin’s power of thieves and murderers). It will be good if the reward and this card were in the hands of nieces. Unfortunately, I have not contacted them for a very long time. Keeping in touch with them would be a great danger to them.

I asked my sister to send me copies of the diaries of Grandfathers, but she had no time for this. She has done so much for my family. Her help is invaluable. Her killers think that nobody remembers their crime. But I’m still alive, and I hope to write about her and indicate her main killers. The most important of them is a certain leader of a criminal group called the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation. The name of this mafia gangster is A. Bastyrkin. It was he who personally extorted a multi-million dollar bribe from her. She was a very educated, intelligent, decent, beautiful and outstanding Russian Woman.

My sister killed by Putin’s government

The plane from Moscow soon arrived on 26 May 1945. The officers finally flew to the Homeland. In flight, many dreamed that their relatives would meet them at the Moscow airport. Just many lived in the capital. But the plane arrived already in the dark at one of the airfields near Moscow. Generals and officers, many of whom were crippled, without arms or legs, were simply quickly dispatched to closed cars and taken to a country cottage near Moscow. This, of course, was not a concentration camp, but the guards did not release anyone outside the borders of the summer cottage. The relatives of the officers were not informed of their arrival, and in the distant Ural town in the life of my father, nothing has changed. Lack of money and a hungry existence in a family almost alien to him, the stamp of the son of an enemy of the people, and other things made by the USSR in a poor and wounded country.

And about the Generals have forgotten. Oh no! Of course, they did not completely forget, the courtiers of the great father of the peoples of Stalin were simply afraid to death to remind the bloody dictator that there are such Generals in nature who were captured during the war. The whole court team of Stalin”s bastards had diarrhea for fear for their worthless lives.

Ordinary cowardly bastards, hung with orders, like Christmas trees with toys, were afraid to ask Stalin what to do with these generals, who had flown in from France to their homeland. So it was, is and will be in Russia, while it is ruled by the Communists and the KGB, and the head of a beautiful country is a thief himself and is surrounded by disgusting and frank thieves, gangsters and deceitful bastards. Look at modern Putin and his entourage.

Only after the victory over Japan, when the Red Army defeated the million Kwantung Army in China and Korea, seized the islands far in the East, the bloody dictator remembered the generals who were sitting in a secret summer cottage. He gave the order to deal with them and report to him personally.

The work of the KGB began to boil. Endless interrogations, confrontations and other wonderful things Stalin’s bloody executioners. One after another, the generals began to disappear from the dacha.

Poor officers were taken away already in the Stalin concentration camps. Very few of them was simply let go with depriving of all titles and awards. It was a blessing for them. 99.99% of them were not to blame for anything, just war, this bitch, sometimes joking with human fates is unpredictable.

It was New 1946 Year. The generals who remained at the secret cottage gathered to celebrate this holiday. In the midst of the holiday”s party, Stalin’s adjutant approached them and read the order to stop the investigation and acquit anyone who was in a secret summer cottage.

Right there, orders were read out, who and where were sent for further service Grandfather was returned all military awards and rank. In Grandfather’s plump file, Stalin himself wrote that he was justified and that in the future no one should create obstacles in his service.

Thus, for him and my father, a terrible war ended, which began for them earlier than for everyone and ended much later than for everyone in Russia and in the world, perhaps, too.

After the war, everything was not bad. True, he was not reinstated in the Communist Party of the USSR …

Apparently, little blood was shed and the horrors of the experience were also not enough for the ‘real communists’ who were sitting in the rear while all other people fighting against enemies.

Look how some communists or security officers deep in the rear behind the backs of those who fought deleted from the list of awards my grandfather and other officers who fell into the hands of German fascists

They did not succeed. REWARDS TO THE GRANDFATHER HAVE RETURNED!

More about my Grandfather: http://10otb.ru/content/person/person_komdiv/antyufeev.html

After war trophies were given for generals of the army. Grandfather was offered a trophy car and a simple clock. He took the watch and gave the car back. It was then my first watch, my grandfather gave them to me. I don’t know if he ever wore them himself, but I don’t think he wore them. Small and very old-fashioned in the 60s, they, to me, a boy, did not serve, in my opinion, a week. Somewhere I broke them.

Grandfather was the head of the military department at Tomsk University and trained officers for the Russian army again.

My father studied at a military school, then he fought a bit in Korea (he was the chief technician of the flight bomber regiment), then I appeared … life went on and boiled.

My father was transferred to Lithuania to the regiment of bomber squadrons, but I have not seen Grandfather yet.

We lived quite poorly. We rented one room on the second floor of an old house, where there was neither water nor a toilet. Everything was in the yard. And these were still excellent conditions compared to how we lived later, a little later.

Finally, when I was 5 years old I first saw my grandfather. He retired for health reasons and moving to his son. I was always told that he was a general and I expected to see the general in uniform, and an ordinary man with a hat came to me in kindergarten. The first thing I asked him about, and I remember it for sure, was the question of whether he was a general or not.

For about six months we all lived in one small room, maybe more, I do not remember.

Lithuanian Panevezys was a small town with very old houses, but as time went on, old houses began to destroy and build many new ones. In one of these houses, he received a small one-room apartment with a wonderful bathroom, which we used once a week and with our whole family in turns, but nothing else changed for us.

Khrushchev came to power in Moscow. Grandfather was returned his party ticket, for which he was very grateful to Nikita Sergeyevich.

In November 1941, there were military parades in only three cities of the warring country. In Moscow, Kuibyshev, and Voronezh. And the 327 division marched in orderly columns in front of Khrushchev, and he remembered those still living heroes.

Finally, the only and combat general in the city of Panevezys was able to do something. Without a ticket of the member of the communist party, no one anywhere simply accepted it.

The tragedy of the second shock army was one of the most important prohibitions of the Communists at that time.

With the arrival of Khrushchev, everything changed and the grandfather finally headed the committee of war veterans in the city, and then the committee of people’s control. In such positions, he could ‘get’ any scarce goods (and in the USSR there was absolutely everything in the “scarce”).

You see, in the USSR, money in itself did not cost much, all goods could be bought only with connections in trade structures, and the grandfather controlled these structures from the name of people in the town.

For us, of course, nothing has changed. When Khrushchev began disbanding the air forces, many officers were simply fired from the army, and my father was transferred to the rocket forces just because he was one of the best specialists in radar sights in the army. Had it not been this, he too would have been fired and my grandfather would never have helped him.

For many years I have not seen my grandfather again. The father and his atomic missiles were transferred here and there and always to some kind of forests and secret places where there were no people and shelter. We lived in a hut, then with a clay floor in a small room somewhere in the deep forest. And grandfather never helped us with protection, and only sometimes with not too much money.

After six years, my grandfather finally got a two-room apartment. He, of course, ‘shamelessly’ used his influence in the city when he insisted on providing an apartment to some war hero or disabled person.

He did not like shoplifters, and for this, he was very respected in the city.

True, he also sometimes enjoyed his privileges when he bought books. Books were his passion in life. And he read every book, and he had more than three thousand of them, maybe even more. In recent years, he has not kept his records.

Then he died a Soldier, an Officer, a General on the bed of a simple soldier.

His apartment was seized by the state, despite the fact that my family did not have an apartment of their own, and my father was also very limited in this regard.

My father also died, he received a large dose of radiation missiles, and I was left alone with a bunch of girls, but this is a different story and another time, other villains.

I am simply grateful to the gods for the fact that my grandfather and father did not see Putin’s thugs who wanted to kill me and my entire family, including my little grandson. They did not see how they killed my younger sister.

But this story is not about us. We are not heroes, heroes are those whose corpses rotted in the swamps of the Volkhov forests that passed and did not pass the horrors of the fascist camps. And this story is about them and for their memory. I believe that no one on earth will ever die in marshy swamps, and no one will dare to repeat such horrors on our beautiful planet.

NEVER AND NO ONE will dare to repeat the horror of world war. NEVER AND NO ONE! Rip in peace, Heroes, we remember you and thank you for our lives.

These are my subjective records, I have no documents on hand, there is just a memory.
Unfortunately, this is all I could find about my grandfather. When I had to leave Russia in the first days of February 2000 on pain of death, we threw everything and destroyed everything that was left behind so that nothing would fall into the hands of the enemy – the regime of Putin and his security officials. Left and apartments and all that we had. Then everything was looted, even simple tiles in the toilet came off the apartments, even penny-linoleum from the floor. Then the Chekists and gangsters from the investigative committee of Russia killed my younger sister, and I was never at the grave of my mother, and I do not know where my younger sister is buried, I do not even know the circumstances of her death. I only know that she is not guilty of anything.  I do not know where her children are and what happens to them. I failed to save her and I just lost all I had and all the money and fell ill for two years and still have not recovered yet. The enemies captured my homeland by ruthless, cruel thieves and gangsters. Moreover, they decided that they had borne the brunt of this war, and began to publicize that they would repeat it. I do not know where and in whose hands the documents of my grandfather, which he has led all his life every day, I do not know where his awards are, and I have not been to his grave for 20 years. Sorry about that. This is the simple civil war in Russia that you no see, or not want to see, but it is now on my motherland, where bandits and murderers carry out the genocide of peoples and nothing more. We were just lucky and after another raid by the FSB officers of Putin to my office, we were warned by friends about the decision of Putin’s gangs to destroy us all and to seize our family business, which we successfully started from scratch for my salary. We just left faster than the FSB officers could have imagined and nothing more. If we were delayed even on one day and this page would not exist. There are many, many thousands or even millions of other political opponents killed by Putin’s thieves and gangster authorities today.