In one of the halls of the Museum of the Great Patriotic War, which is located in Minsk, her portrait hangs.
She didn’t derail enemy trains, didn’t blow up fuel tanks, didn’t shoot at the Nazis...

She was still a little pioneer. Her name was Lyusya Gerasimenko.
But everything she did brought closer the day of our victory over the fascist invaders.
Our story is about her, a glorious Belarusian pioneer.

As she fell asleep, Lucy reminded her father:
- Dad, don’t forget: wake me up early. Let's go on foot. I'll pick flowers. Two bouquets - for you and mom.
- Good good. “Sleep,” Nikolai Evstafievich straightened the sheet and, kissing his daughter, turned off the light.

Minsk did not sleep. Through the open window, the warm June wind brought music, laughter, and the sound of passing trams.

Nikolai Evstafievich needed to prepare documents on checking the work of the party organization of the plant named after. Myasnikov. On Monday, the district committee bureau. He grabbed the folder and went to the kitchen. The wife was in charge there: tomorrow the whole family was going to visit the country. June 22 - opening of Lake Minsk.

Well, I have everything ready,” said Tatyana Danilovna. - What, are you still going to work?
- I'll sit for a while. Go, rest... - Nikolai Evstafievich opened the folder.

The Gerasimenko family was not able to attend the opening of the lake.

In the morning, when they had already left the house, a motorcyclist caught up with them:
- Comrade Gerasimenko! Nikolai Evstafievich! You are urgently summoned to the district committee.
- Why? - Nikolai Evstafievich was surprised. - Today is Sunday, isn’t it?
- I don’t know the reason for the call. - The motorcyclist pulled his glasses over his eyes. - Goodbye.
- Dad, what about the lake? - There were tears in Lucy's eyes.
- I’ll be back soon, daughter, and we’ll still have time.

But Nikolai Evstafievich returned home only late at night. Lyusya and Tatyana Danilovna were in the courtyard, where almost all the residents of their house had gathered. People were talking quietly. Everyone was stunned and crushed by the terrible news: “Hitler’s Germany attacked the USSR.” And, although it was still calm in Minsk, everyone knew: there, on the border, there are heavy battles, sons, husbands, brothers are fighting there, loved ones are dying there.

Both adults and children paid special attention to the old woman Praskovya Nikolaevna. Her son, whom everyone called Petya, was the commander of the Red Army and served in the Brest Fortress, and there, as was broadcast on the radio, there were fierce battles. And maybe now, when they are talking peacefully, Pyotr Ivanovich raises fighters to attack.

Lucy! - Nikolai Evstafievich called quietly. “Tell mom that I went home.”

Soon the whole family, without lighting the fire, was having dinner in the kitchen. She ate dinner in silence. Even Lyusya, who loved to talk with her father about what worried her, became quiet, and somehow one day became serious and thoughtful beyond her years.

That’s it, mother,” Nikolai Evstafievich said, getting up from the table, “prepare what you and Lyusa need, and you need to evacuate.”

Mom cried a little. And Lucy asked:
- Now, mom, I probably won’t go to camp?
“We’ll defeat the Nazis, daughter, then we’ll send you to the best camp.”
- To Artek?
- Of course, to Artek. Help your mom here. Maybe tomorrow the car will drop you off outside Minsk. I have to go. I will spend the night in the district committee.

The door knocked. You could hear Nikolai Evstafievich walking down the steps. Soon everything became quiet.

Somewhere on the outskirts of Minsk, anti-aircraft guns rumbled, and searchlight beams cut through the dark sky.
Lucy and her mother went down to the bomb shelter.

The next day the radio repeated these words endlessly. And in the air above Minsk, our fighters fought with fascist planes. The fighting continued that night and the next day.

The Gerasimenko family was unable to evacuate.

The city was occupied by the Nazis.
The dark days of fascist captivity have arrived. They dragged on for a long time. A day seemed like a month, a month like a year.

Minsk is unrecognizable. Many buildings were destroyed and burned. There are mountains of broken bricks, ruins, huge craters from bombs and shells all around.

The city died out, became quiet, but did not submit.
Fuel tanks fly into the air.
Enemy echelons are flying downhill.
Shots are heard from the ruins.
Prisoners of war are escaping from camps.
Leaflets appear on pillars, fences, and walls of surviving houses...
Adults, old people and children rose up to fight the hated enemy.

Already at the very beginning of the occupation, the underground city committee of the party began to operate in Minsk. It was headed by Isai Pavlovich Kazinets - Victory, as the people called him.

One of the underground groups was led by Nikolai Evstafievich Gerasimenko.

...That year in September there were warm days. It just rained a little and brought down the dust. The air became a little cleaner. Nikolai Evstafievich opened the window. There was a sense of freshness and the smell of a recently extinguished fire. A Nazi patrol appeared on the street - soldiers with machine guns on their chests. Hands on triggers. So they met an old woman. Surrounded. They climb into the basket, and one points his machine gun and shouts:
- Fart! Bunch!

The old woman crosses herself in fear, and the Germans cackle as they leave.

Nikolai Evstafievich hears the slightly lisping voice of an old woman:
- Herods! Murderers!

“It’s time,” Nikolai Evstafievich thinks and calls Lyusya:
- Daughter! Good morning! Have you forgotten anything?
- No, dad!
- Fine. And you, mother, prepare the tea. If something happens, we have a holiday. Let's celebrate your angel's day.

Lucy goes out into the yard. He sits down on the steps and lays out his toys: dolls, Vanka, multi-colored scraps. Why does she care that boys have appeared at the other end of the yard, and adults are passing by? From the outside it may seem that, apart from these toys, nothing interests the girl.

But that's not true. Lucy carefully monitors everything that happens around her. She doesn't just play, she's on duty.

A friend of their family appeared, Uncle Sasha - Alexander Nikiforovich Dementyev. He works at the factory with his dad.
“The Nazis won’t go further than the grave with the cars we repaired,” Uncle Sasha once told Lyusina’s mother, “We’re making scrap materials, Tatyana Danilovna.”

But dad didn’t say whether there should be Uncle Sasha.
- How are you, Lucy? - asked Alexander Nikiforovich!
“Nothing,” the girl stood up. - And at home... - But before Lucy had time to say that there was no one in the apartment, Uncle Sasha interrupted:
- I need my mother, maybe she will buy flour.

This was the password.
-She is at home…

An unfamiliar aunt approached. I stopped.
- Girl, isn’t your mom going to buy flour?
- Going to. Go to the twenty-third...

Then again aunt, uncle...

“Eight - it seems that’s all,” Lucy sighed with relief and began to undo her right braid.

The girl knew that her dad was watching her from the window. And she tells him: there is no one, mind your own business. But if Lucy takes hold of her left pigtail, then there is danger: there are strangers in the yard - be careful!

But so far there is no one, and she carefully braids her right braid.

And in Gerasimenko’s apartment there was a meeting of the underground movement. The communists decided how best to fight the fascists. Let the invaders know no rest, day or night. Let them know that Minsk residents cannot be brought to their knees...

Voices were heard in the yard. Nikolai Evstafievich looked out the window: Lucy was not at the attack. She stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by girls and boys, and held her right pigtail in her hands. She turned her head and their gazes met.

Nikolai Evstafievich nodded: well done, they say. The meeting continued, and Lucy and her friends played classes.

That, comrades, is probably all. This means organizing the production of leaflets - one, preparing documents for prisoners of war - two, supplying them with weapons - three... - But before Nikolai Evstafievich had time to finish, an innocent children’s song was heard.
- The woman was sowing peas: jump-jump, jump-jump.
- Wife! “Quickly put everything you have on the table.” And noticing the surprised look of Alexander Nikiforovich Dementyev, he explained: “The Nazis appeared in the yard.” Lyusya gives the signal. There is no need to worry - we are celebrating, as they now say, the day of Tatyana Danilovna’s angel...

And this happened every time underground meetings were held in Gerasimenko’s apartment or leaflets were printed.
Every day it became more difficult to carry out underground work. The Nazis were rampant: raids and arrests were carried out incessantly. It was difficult for an adult to walk through the city without being searched. And if you are carrying some kind of package or a bag in your hands, they will turn it around and rummage through everything.

Lucy became an indispensable assistant. She carried out a variety of assignments for her father.

Either she took leaflets or medicines to the appointed place, then she passed on reports, or she posted leaflets on poles, fences, and walls of houses. Everything is simple and at the same time complex. One careless step, just one, and death. Don’t expect mercy from the Nazis... Lucy understood this very well. And not only did she understand, she saw with her own eyes.

Once before the October holiday, the girls in the yard whispered:

The Germans hanged partisans in the Central Square. One, they say, is just a boy.

And no one noticed how Lucy’s face turned pale, and her fists clenched of their own accord...

In the evening, Lucy heard dad say to mom:

Olga Shcherbatsevich and her son Volodya were hanged. She treated wounded prisoners of war, and then, together with her son, transported them to the partisans... betrayed by a traitor.

Lucy understood that something similar could happen to her, she understood and still went to carry out new tasks for the underground. It was necessary, it was necessary to defeat the hated fascists. You just have to be careful. Her mother and father endlessly warn her about this. Lucy agrees, but adds to herself: “And resourcefulness.” How she leads the guards of the plant where her father and uncle Sasha work.

Previously, they themselves brought leaflets to the plant. Then the Nazis began to conduct an intensive search of everyone who went to the plant. It was dangerous to take further risks.

What should we do? - Father said to Alexander Nikiforovich the next day when he came to pick him up. - What? After all, after the leaflets, people perked up!..

But the adults didn’t come up with anything. Lucy came up with it. Sometimes she brought lunch to her father’s factory. Lunch is not so great - porridge or potatoes in a saucepan. Although the guards were used to Lyusa, they searched her quite thoroughly almost every time.

So it was this time. The policeman contemptuously spat out the cigarette butt and asked:
- What are you talking about?
“Lunch for father, uncle,” answered Lucy calmly. - Look. - And she opened the basket: - There is porridge in the saucepan, but here is some bread. There is nothing else.

There really was nothing else in the basket.

The policeman rummaged in his pockets - except for two colored pieces of glass, he also found nothing.
- So go! - he said rudely. - There are all sorts of people hanging out here.

Lucy sighed with relief and headed to the workshop where her father worked.
The break has just begun. Nikolai Evstafievich was surprised: after all, today he took lunch with him.

What happened, Lucy? - he asked excitedly.
- Nothing. I brought porridge,” and quietly added: “At the bottom of the pan...

At the bottom of the pan, wrapped in cellophane paper, was a stack of leaflets. And no matter what the Nazis did later, leaflets regularly appeared at the plant.

And Alexander Nikiforovich said at every meeting, as if jokingly:

Delicious, my daughter, porridge and filling. Very! Half a saucepan, and almost the entire plant is full. It also falls to others... Truly you are our nurse.

Courage and resourcefulness helped Lucy out more than once. And not only her, but also those people to whom she gave leaflets, documents, weapons.

One evening her father told her.

Tomorrow, daughter, you will take these documents and leaflets to Alexander Nikiforovich. He will be waiting for you on the bridge at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. He won't have time to come to us.

And here is Lucy walking along the embankment. Then it turns to Krasnoarmeyskaya Street. So closer. The bridge is already visible. Now she will meet Alexander Nikiforovich and tell him everything. And here he comes. Lyusya quickens her pace, but then she notices: a fascist patrol is walking fifty steps behind Alexander Nikiforovich.

What to do? Now they will meet. She won't be able to convey it - that's clear. The Nazis will notice and arrest you immediately. But it’s impossible not to convey it. After all, people need these documents. What to do? What? My heart is beating wildly, plans are ripening in my head one after another. But they are completely unreal... Yeah... Lucy puts the basket on the ground: her braid has come undone. Left. You have to braid it. It's not good when a girl is sloppy.

Alexander Nikiforovich understood: there was danger. You can't stop. He walks past her and at the same time hears a whisper:
- On Fabrichnaya, the third tree... the third tree.

“Factory, third tree,” Alexander Nikiforovich mentally repeated and walked on.

Then, on Fabrichnaya Street, he without any difficulty finds the third tree - a short, curly sticky tree, and under it, documents and leaflets buried in the ground.

On the same day, as was decided by the underground committee, the captured Red Army soldiers, having received documents, freely left Minsk and went to the partisan detachment.

So it went day after day, week after week, month after month, until the provocateur betrayed the Gerasimenko family. This happened on December 26, 1942...

For the third day already, Grigory Smolyar, secretary of the underground district party committee operating in the ghetto area, was evading pursuit. The Nazis set up an ambush at the apartment where he lived, but the old neighbor managed to warn him. I had to go back. But where to go? There is also a safe house - in the Chervensky market area, and soon it’s 9 o’clock - police hour. Don't make it in time! There was only one thing left to do - climb into the basement of some destroyed house and pass the time there until the morning. Not for the first time. True, it’s cold—it’s December, but what can you do?

The second night we also had to while away in the basement. At the safe house he was counting on, he was in danger. This was indicated by a prearranged signal - there were no flowers on the windowsill.

We need to do something, decide something.

There was another address - Nemiga Street, building 25, apartment 23. Ask: “Lucy lives here?” But he was warned: this address is for the most extreme case, when there is no way out. Smolyar had no other choice.

The door was opened by a short girl with pigtails,
- Who do you want? - asked.
- Does Lucy live here?
“Yes, it’s me, come in,” Lucy smiled. “But now there’s no one.” - Mom went to the city, and dad was at work.
“Nothing... I’ll rest a little, but I should shave,” and Grigory pointed to his beard.

Lyusya quickly warmed the water and prepared the razor. In three days, Grigory Smolyar was thoroughly overgrown. Soon Nikolai Evstafievich returned.

Ah, Comrade Modest! Hello! Then they had dinner, and Lucy walked in the yard. But she wasn’t just walking: she needed to find out whether Comrade Shy’s arrival had aroused suspicion in any of the neighbors. People, familiar and unfamiliar, passed by Lucy, and no one asked anything. So everything is fine. Quite a bit of time has passed; we can return home.

Grigory Smolyar had to live in Gerasimenko’s apartment for several days. During this time, he wrote several leaflets, which were immediately printed on a typewriter and, with the help of Lucy, sent to their destination - to the ghetto. Prepared two materials for the underground newspaper Zvezda. Lucy was also able to deliver them to the address.

Thanks to Lyusa, he was also able to contact members of the underground district committee.

On the fourth day of Grigory Smolyar’s stay at Gerasimenko’s apartment in the evening, a joyful Lucy entered the room.
“Here,” she held out the package. “Dad passed it on.” Tomorrow at the guard market you will meet one person...

Grigory unfolded the package - there were German documents in his name. Looking at her, short, blond, with big blue eyes, he admired how much endurance, courage and energy this eleven-year-old girl had.

He wanted to hug her and say: “You don’t know, Lucy, what a heroine you are!” But he restrained himself and said simply:
- Thank you, Lucy!

...At night there was a terrible knock on the door. Grigory jumped out of bed and grabbed a pistol from under the pillow.
- Give this to Nikolai or his comrades. There are documents, leaflets... Leave through the window,” Tatyana Danilovna said in a whisper.
- And you?..
- Go away, uncle! - Lucy's voice was heard. - They'll burst in soon!

...After some time, pushing with the butts of their machine guns, the Nazis brought Tatyana Danilovna and Lyusya into the yard. The girl was almost naked. Holding her close, her mother carefully wrapped her in a scarf.

Behind them, one Nazi carried a typewriter, another carried a radio, and the third, in civilian clothes, mincing his feet, ran up to the long officer with glasses, said something, and then handed it to him... In the light of the flashlight, Lucy saw a tie. Her pioneer tie, the same one that counselor Nina Antonovna tied for her.

Lucy rushed to the officer:
- Give it back, you bastard!

But she didn’t have time... With a blow from his boot, the fascist knocked Lyusya off her feet.
- Partisan! - the German shouted and ordered something in German.
Mother and daughter were pushed into the car...

Grigory Smolyar saw all this, saw it and could do nothing. One against two dozen Nazis is also a warrior, but only if in his hands is not a pistol with seven cartridges, but a machine gun...

Tatyana Danilovna and Lyusya were thrown into cell 88, where there were already more than 50 women.

These were the wives, relatives and friends of the Minsk underground fighters.

The women moved and made room in the corner. “Have a seat,” said the short, black-haired woman, “there is no truth in the legs.”

To keep warm, Lucy snuggled up to her mother.
- Why are you here? - asked one of the neighbors.
“We went into the city without a pass,” answered Lyusya.

The mother smiled slightly - the daughter remembered well her father’s order: the less people in prison know why you are in prison, the better. The Gestapo may even send a provocateur.

A few days later, Tatyana Danilovna was summoned for questioning. Lucy tried to rush after her mother, but the guard roughly pushed her away. The girl fell on the cement floor. A woman approached her, whom everyone respectfully called Nadezhda Timofeevna Tsvetkova. She was the wife of the underground communist Pyotr Mikhailovich Tsvetkov.

Calm down, daughter,” Nadezhda Timofeevna said quietly, “calm down.” No need…

These were Lucina's first and last tears in prison. She never cried again.

Two hours passed. They seemed like an eternity to Lucy. Finally, the door opened and Tatyana Danilovna was brought in. She leaned against the wall. The clothes were torn and bloody traces of beatings were visible on the body.

Lucy rushed to her mother and helped her sit up. Nobody asked anything. The women silently made room on the bunks.

Soon the door opened again:
- Lyudmila Gerasimenko, for interrogation! At first, Lucy didn’t understand that they were calling her.
- Lucy, you! - Nadezhda Timofeevna suggested.
- Oh my God! If only she could stand it,” Tatyana Danilovna whispered.

She was led down a dark, long corridor and pushed into a door. The rays of the bright winter sun hit my eyes painfully.
“Come closer, girl,” a very gentle voice was heard. - Don't worry.

A short man in civilian clothes stood at the window. He looked at Lucy carefully, as if studying her.
- Why are you so timid? “Sit here,” the man pointed to a chair. - Here are the sweets. Take it. - And he moved a beautiful box towards her.

The girl looked at the candies, then at the man.

There was so much hatred in her eyes. The man somehow shrank, sat down at the table and asked:
- Tell me, who gave you the typewriter?
- We bought it before the war.
-Where does the radio come from?
- It's broken. Only a box...
-Who came to you? - Many.

The man perked up.
- Tell me your first and last names. And tell me what they did with you.
- Alik, Katya, Anya... we played with dolls. Alika's last name is Shurpo, and Katya...
- I'm not asking about them! - the man yelled. - Which of the adults? Call them adults!
- Adults?.. Adults didn’t come.
- You're lying!

The man jumped out from the table and started hitting her in the face.
- Answer! Answer! Answer!

But she was silent. She was silent even when the Gestapo man, beating her with a whip, pulled out her hair and trampled her feet.

...She entered the cell, barely moving her legs, but with her head held high, and smiled slightly. Everyone saw that this smile was not easy for her.

Tatyana Danilovna and Lyusya were summoned for interrogation almost every day and almost every time they were terribly beaten. And after one interrogation, Lucy was brought into the cell almost unconscious. They brought it in and threw it on the floor. The women carefully laid her on the bunk. Everything was burning inside. I was very thirsty. I really wanted to eat. At least a small piece of bread. Very small. Those arrested were given almost no food - they were given ten spoons of some kind of gruel a day...

And I really wanted to sleep. The prisoner's cell is jam-packed. The nights were spent half-sitting, leaning against one another.

Only the weak and sick lay on the bunks.

From here, dear ones, we all have one road - to the gallows,” as if in a dream, Lucy heard someone’s hot whisper. “Alone...

No, there was another one - you need to tell the fascists what you know. You will live, eat, sleep, admire the blue sky, sunbathe in the sun, and pick flowers. And how Lucy loved to collect them! In early spring, in forest clearings, snowdrops look at you with blue eyes, and closer to summer, the entire meadow is dotted with bluebells...

“I don’t want flowers,” the girl’s chapped lips whisper. - Don't want! Don't need them. Let dad and his friends be free. And if they are there, fascist trains will fly into the air and shots will be heard at night. Minsk will live and fight.
“He’s probably delirious,” someone bends over Lyusya and strokes her blood-caked hair.

Lyusya wants to raise her head and shout that she is not delirious, but for some reason her head is very heavy and her body is burning terribly.

One day, when Lucy was being taken for another interrogation, arrested men were being chased down the corridor. Among them, the girl hardly recognized Alexander Nikiforovich Dementyev. Having caught up with him, Lucy whispered:
- When you see dad, tell me that mom and I didn’t say anything...

A few days after the meeting with Alexander Nikiforovich, Lyusya and Tatyana Danilovna were ordered to pack their things. They were taken to the prison yard. The winter sun was shining brightly. It was very cold. But neither Lucy nor mother noticed the cold. They were led to a black covered car - a “raven”, as it was called. This means they will be taken to be shot.

Herods! At least have pity on the child! - Tatyana Danilovna shouted. Other arrestees also became worried.
- Schnell! Schnell! - the Nazis shouted, driving people into the car with rifle butts.

The girl grabbed the handrails, slowly climbed up the iron ladder and stepped into the car...
This is how Lyusya Gerasimenko died.

At our school, teachers tell us about the exploits of young heroes who showed courage and heroism in the fight against the Nazis, for which they were later awarded the titles of Heroes of the Soviet Union, received orders and medals. I would like to talk about some of them.

For example, Lenya Golikov grew up in the village of Lukino, on the banks of the Polo River. When his native village was captured by the enemy, the boy went to the partisans. More than once he went on reconnaissance, brought important information to the partisan detachment - and fascist trains and cars flew downhill, bridges collapsed, enemy warehouses burned... There was a battle in his life that Lenya fought one on one with a fascist general.
And how many more battles there were in his short life! And the young hero, who fought shoulder to shoulder with adults, never flinched. He died near the village of Ostray Luka in the winter of 1943.
The war found another young heroine, Leningrad pioneer Zina Portnova, in the village of Zuya, where she came on vacation. The girl joined the underground youth organization “Young Avengers”. She took part in daring operations against the enemy, sabotage, distributed leaflets, and conducted reconnaissance. Having got a job as a waitress in the canteen where fascist officers ate, Zina found the right moment and poisoned the soup; as a result, after 2 days, more than a hundred officers who dined in the canteen that day were buried. After this incident, the underground fighters transported Zina to the forest to the partisans, where she became a scout.
One day, returning from a mission, Zina ran into an ambush. In prison she was beaten and tortured by some of her comrades, but she remained silent. The girl was shot.
Lyusya Gerasimenko. The quiet and trusting, modest and affectionate girl Lyusa was not yet 11 years old when her hometown of Minsk was captured by the Nazis. From the first days of the occupation, an underground organization began to operate in Minsk. The head of one of them was Lucy’s father, Nikolai Gerasimenko. Lucy began to actively help her father. She delivered important reports, pasted leaflets on the walls of houses, and carried them to the factory where her father worked.
In December 1942, Lucy and her mother were arrested and thrown into a cell where there were more than 50 women. The girl was summoned for interrogation, like other women. But she was silent... She was silent even when the Gistap man, beating her with a whip, pulled out her hair and trampled her feet.
And one day he and his mother were brought to a black covered car - a “crow”, as it was called, to be taken to execution. The girl took her hands, slowly climbed up the iron ladder and stepped into the car...
There were many of them. Ordinary schoolchildren who became underground fighters and partisans. Those who gave their lives so that other schoolchildren could grow up in peacetime.
13-17 year olds – they really died. These guys have earned the right to everything. Except oblivion.

To the children who survived that war,
You need to bow to the ground!
In the field, in occupation, in captivity
They held out, they survived, they made it!
They stood at the machines like fighters,
At the limit of strength
But they didn’t cave.
And prayed that their fathers
They returned from that unimaginable massacre.
V.SALIY

Every year at the beginning of spring, when the birds sing joyfully and everything around comes to life and smells fragrant, our school comes to the Mass Burial to honor the memory and pay tribute to those who did not spare themselves in the name of victory over the fascist invaders. Not only adults, but also children took part in the Great Patriotic War.

Children of war... In those terrible, sorrowful years, they grew up very quickly. Children did not stand aside, but, along with adults, took part in the hostilities, helping in the underground in the occupied territory and in partisan detachments.

How many girls and boys, who still don’t really understand what life is, heard the roar of exploding shells, the roar of enemy planes, the whistle of fascist bombs. A difficult lot befell them: hunger, cold, suffering, separation from their families, death. My story is about young heroes.

Zina PORTNOVA. After the Nazi invasion of the territory of the Soviet Union, Zina Portnova found herself in occupied territory. She participated in the distribution of leaflets among the population and sabotage against the invaders. While working in the canteen of a retraining course for German officers, at the direction of the underground, she poisoned the food (more than a hundred officers died).

One day, when Zina was returning to the detachment after completing a mission, she was arrested. During the interrogation, the brave girl grabbed the fascist investigator’s pistol from the table, shot him and two other Nazis, tried to escape, but was captured and brutally tortured. Posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Lyusya GERASIMENKO. She did not derail enemy fuel tanks and did not shoot at the Nazis. She was still little. Her name was Lyusya Gerasimenko. But everything she did brought closer the day of our victory over the fascist invaders.

Lucy became an indispensable assistant to the underground. She carried out various tasks: she took leaflets or medicines to a designated place, passed on reports, posted leaflets on fence posts and house walls. Everything is simple and at the same time complex. One careless step and death. Don't expect mercy from the Nazis. Lucy was careful, resourceful, and brave. So it went on day after day until the provocateur handed over their family to the Germans. An eleven-year-old girl was shot by the Nazis.

Marat KAZEY. When the war began, Marat Kazei had to go to fifth grade. The Nazis captured and hanged his mother for contacting the partisans. Having learned about this, Marat left for the detachment. He became a scout at the headquarters of a partisan brigade. Together with experienced demolition men, he mined railways. He took part in battles and invariably showed courage and fearlessness. Marat died in battle, fighting to the last bullet. And when he only had one grenade left, he let the enemies get closer and blew them up and himself. He was fourteen years old.

For courage and bravery, Marat Kazei was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Valya KOTIK. When the Nazis burst into Shepetivka, Valya Kotik and his friends decided to fight the enemy. The guys collected weapons at the battle site, which the partisans then transported to the detachment on a cart of hay. Valya was entrusted to be a liaison and intelligence officer in her underground organization. He learned the location of enemy posts and the order of changing the guard.

The Nazis planned a punitive operation against the partisans. While on patrol, Valya noticed the punishers who were about to raid the detachment. Having killed the officer, he raised the alarm; Thanks to his actions, the partisans managed to repel the enemy. The teenager, who had just turned fourteen, fought shoulder to shoulder with adults, liberating his native land.

Valya Kotik died as a hero, and the Motherland posthumously awarded him the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

Lenya GOLIKOV. When the fascists captured the village of Lenya Golikov, he and the adults joined a partisan detachment to fight against the fascists. Using the information collected by Lenya, the partisans freed over a thousand prisoners of war and defeated several fascist garrisons.

The young partisan Lenya Golikov had a lot of military affairs. But one thing was special.

There was a battle in his life that Lenya fought one on one with the Nazis. A grenade thrown by a boy hit a car. A Nazi man got out of it with a briefcase in his hands and, firing back, began to run. Lenya is behind him. It was the general. The boy obtained the most valuable information.

For this feat, Lenya Golikov was nominated for the highest state award - the Gold Star medal and the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. The hero did not have time to receive the award: he died in an unequal battle along with the entire partisan brigade.

How many of them are there, children whom the war dealt cruelly with? Why did these young flaming hearts stop on the battlefield?!

The list of heroes can be continued for a long time. I told you about several guys. Their life, feat, human qualities will always be an example for us.

I, like all my peers, do not know war. I don’t know and I don’t want war. But those who died did not want it either, not thinking about death, that they would no longer see their relatives, the sun, or the grass, or hear the rustling of the leaves of birch groves.

Today we learn from the little heroes of that terrible war selfless devotion and love for their Motherland, courage, dignity, courage and perseverance. There is a peaceful sky above us. In the name of this, millions of sons and daughters of our Motherland gave their lives. And among them were those who were the same age as me.

With their short lives, these guys gave us, the children of the twenty-first century, the opportunity to live. Live in a calm, peaceful time. We must keep the memory of these exploits of young heroes in our hearts!

Report at the second Orthodox readings by Sofia GUSEVA,
4th grade students of the Baskakovo school

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Presentation on the topic: Pioneers are heroes

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VALYA KOTIK When the war began, Valya graduated from the 5th grade. The family tried to leave Shepetovka, but the Germans cut off the path. The Germans burned down the house-museum of Nikolai Ostrovsky, set up a camp for prisoners of war near the forest, and turned the school into a stable. The underground organization did not allow the Germans to live in peace. Children helped adults: they mined highways and posted leaflets. Valya, together with the underground fighters, set fire to an oil depot, a timber warehouse, and attacked a food warehouse. Valya died in the spring of 1944. He completed his last combat mission to protect an ammunition depot with honor. For the courage shown in partisan affairs, Valya Kotik was awarded the medal “Partisan of the Patriotic War, II degree.” In 1958, he was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

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MARAT KAZEY Marat Kazey is a fighter of the partisan brigade Hero of the Soviet Union. Showed courage and bravery in battles with invaders. One day, Marat was carrying out his next mission; on the way back, the scouts were surrounded by fascists. When the Nazis came very close, Marat rose to his full height and stepped towards the enemy with the last grenade. Awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, medals “For Military Merit”, “For Courage”. Perhaps he would have become Raphael Or maybe the Columbus of the planets A boy in a soldier’s overcoat Not quite 15 years old But the evil shadows of the fascists eclipsed the white light And the boy’s childhood ended Not quite 15 years old Fascist tanks are getting closer And, It seems there is no way out. And a boy of less than 15 years old stood in their way.

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MUSYA PINKENZON At the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, Musya and his parents were evacuated from the city of Beltsy, Moldavian SSR, to Kuban, to the village of Ust-Labinskaya. He played the violin beautifully. When the Nazis came to this village, the Pinkenzon family was thrown into prison. Torture, bullying, and beatings did not escape Musya either. But he endured all this with steadfastness. Musya often played the violin for those arrested, which he took with him. Musya's family was taken to execution. Before the execution, the German officer ordered Musa to play. He carefully took out his violin and began to play the Internationale. In a short burst the German killed Musya, and then everyone else.

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LENYA GOLIKOV Lenya Golikov became a partisan when the Nazis came to his native land. Together with adults, he participated in complex and dangerous operations. On August 13, 1942, a group of partisans returned to the camp, having successfully completed the mission. Suddenly an enemy car appeared on the highway. Without being confused, Lenya threw a grenade at him. And when the smoke from the explosion cleared, he saw the Nazi general running away with a briefcase under his arm. Taking careful aim, Lenya fired. The fascist fell. He turned out to be General Virtu. Valuable information was found in the briefcase, which was immediately sent to Moscow. On April 2, 1944, the young partisan was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. But Lenya no longer knew about this. On January 24, 1943, he died the death of the brave in an unequal battle near the village of Ostraya Luka, Polavsky district, Novgorod region.

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VITYA NOVITSKY Vitya Novitsky is a student of school 21 in Novorossiysk. Vitya was orphaned early. He did not remember his parents; he was raised in the family of his uncle. Vitya loved his city and the people living in it. The Nazis approached Novorossiysk. Soviet soldiers defended every house, every street. Vitya was with them. Together with the machine gunners, he sat down in the tower of a high building. From here the defenders of the city repelled attacks. Everyone died except Vitya. The Germans managed to break into the tower. The boy was grabbed, doused with kerosene, lit and thrown onto the pavement.

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LUSYA GERASIMENKO Lyusya lived with her parents in Minsk. On June 22, 1941, my parents and I were going to the opening of Lake Minsk. But this was prevented by the outbreak of war. The Gerasimenko family was unable to evacuate. The people of Belarus began an underground war against the fascists. One of the underground groups was led by Lucy's father. Lyusya helped the underground workers. She went out into the yard to play with her toys and carefully watched what was happening around her. She doesn't just play, she's on duty. And in Gerasimenko’s apartment there was a meeting of an underground group. Every day it became more difficult to carry out underground work. Lucy became an indispensable assistant. She carried out a variety of assignments for her father. Courage and resourcefulness helped Lucy out more than once. And not only her, but also those people to whom she gave leaflets, documents, weapons. So it went day after day, week after week, month after month, until the provocateur betrayed the Gerasimenko family. Lucy and her mother were thrown into cell 88, where there were already more than 50 women. Tatyana Danilovna and Lyusya were summoned for interrogation almost every day and almost every time they were terribly beaten. Soon Lyusya and Tatyana Danilovna were ordered to pack their things. They were taken to the prison yard and taken to be shot. The girl grabbed the handrails, slowly climbed in and stepped into the car... This is how Lyusya Gerasimenko died. In one of the halls of the Museum of the Great Patriotic War, in Minsk, her portrait hangs.

She didn’t derail enemy trains, didn’t blow up fuel tanks, didn’t shoot at the Nazis...

She was still little, a pioneer. Her name was Lyusya Gerasimenko.

But everything she did brought closer the day of our victory over the fascist invaders.

Our story is about her, a glorious Belarusian pioneer.

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As she fell asleep, Lucy reminded her father:

Dad, don’t forget: wake me up early. Let's go on foot. I'll pick flowers. Two bouquets - for you and mom.

Good good. “Sleep,” Nikolai Evstafievich straightened the sheet and, kissing his daughter, turned off the light.

Minsk did not sleep. Through the open window, the warm June wind brought music, laughter, and the sound of passing trams.

Nikolai Evstafievich needed to prepare documents on checking the work of the party organization of the plant named after. Myasnikov. On Monday, the district committee bureau. He grabbed the folder and went to the kitchen. The wife was in charge there: tomorrow the whole family was going to visit the country. June 22 - opening of Lake Minsk.

Well, I have everything ready,” said Tatyana Danilovna. - What, are you still going to work?

I'll sit for a while. Go rest... - Nikolai Evstafievich opened the folder.

The Gerasimenko family was not able to attend the opening of the lake.

In the morning, when they had already left the house, a motorcyclist caught up with them:

Comrade Gerasimenko! Nikolai Evstafievich! You are urgently summoned to the district committee.

Why? - Nikolai Evstafievich was surprised. - Today is Sunday?

I don't know the reason for the call. - The motorcyclist pulled his glasses over his eyes. - Goodbye.

Dad, what about the lake? - There were tears in Lucy's eyes.

I’ll be back soon, daughter, and we’ll still have time.

But Nikolai Evstafievich returned home only late at night. Lyusya and Tatyana Danilovna were in the courtyard, where almost all the residents of their house had gathered. People were talking quietly. Everyone was stunned and crushed by the terrible news: “Hitler’s Germany attacked the USSR.” And, although it was still calm in Minsk, everyone knew: there, on the border, there are heavy battles, sons, husbands, brothers are fighting there, loved ones are dying there.

Both adults and children paid special attention to the old woman Praskovya Nikolaevna. Her son, whom everyone called Petya, was the commander of the Red Army and served in the Brest Fortress, and there, as was broadcast on the radio, there were fierce battles. And maybe now, when they are talking peacefully, Pyotr Ivanovich raises fighters to attack.

Lucy! - Nikolai Evstafievich called quietly. - Tell mom I'm going home.

Soon the whole family, without lighting the fire, was having dinner in the kitchen. She ate dinner in silence. Even Lucy, who loved to talk with her father about what worried her, became quiet, and somehow one day became serious and thoughtful beyond her years.

That’s it, mother,” Nikolai Evstafievich said, getting up from the table, “prepare what you and Lyusa need, and you need to evacuate.”

Mom cried a little. And Lucy asked:

Now, mom, I probably won’t go to camp?

Let's defeat the fascists, daughter, then we'll send you to the best camp.

To Artek?

Of course, to Artek. Help your mom here. Maybe tomorrow the car will drop you off outside Minsk. I have to go. I will spend the night in the district committee.

The door knocked. You could hear Nikolai Evstafievich walking down the steps. Soon everything became quiet.

Citizens, air raid alert! Air raid alert!

Somewhere on the outskirts of Minsk, anti-aircraft guns rumbled, and searchlight beams cut through the dark sky.

Lucy and her mother went down to the bomb shelter.

The next day the radio repeated these words endlessly. And in the air over Minsk, our fighters fought with fascist planes. The fighting continued that night and the next day.

The Gerasimenko family was unable to evacuate.

The city was occupied by the Nazis.

The dark days of fascist captivity have arrived. They dragged on for a long time. A day seemed like a month, a month like a year.

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Minsk is unrecognizable. Many buildings were destroyed and burned. There are mountains of broken bricks, ruins, huge craters from bombs and shells all around.

The city died out, became quiet, but did not submit.

Fuel tanks fly into the air.

Enemy echelons are flying downhill.

Shots are heard from the ruins.

Prisoners of war are escaping from camps.

Leaflets appear on pillars, fences, and walls of surviving houses...

Adults, old people and children rose up to fight the hated enemy.

Already at the very beginning of the occupation, the underground city committee of the party began to operate in Minsk. It was headed by Isai Pavlovich Kazinets - Victory, as the people called him.

One of the underground groups was led by Nikolai Evstafievich Gerasimenko.

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...That year in September there were warm days. It just rained a little and brought some dust. The air became a little cleaner. Nikolai Evstafievich opened the window. There was a sense of freshness and the smell of a recently extinguished fire. A Nazi patrol appeared on the street - soldiers with machine guns on their chests. Hands on triggers. So they met an old woman. Surrounded. They climb into the basket, and one points his machine gun and shouts:

Bunch! Bunch!

The old woman crosses herself in fear, and the Germans cackle as they leave.

Nikolai Evstafievich hears the slightly lisping voice of an old woman:

Herods! Murderers!

“It’s time,” Nikolai Evstafievich thinks and calls Lyusya:

Daughter! Good morning! Have you forgotten anything?

No, folder!

Fine. And you, mother, prepare the tea. If something happens, we have a holiday. Let's celebrate your angel's day.

Lucy goes out into the yard. He sits down on the steps and lays out his toys: dolls, Vanka, multi-colored scraps. Why does she care that boys have appeared at the other end of the yard, and adults are passing by? From the outside it may seem that, apart from these toys, nothing interests the girl.

But that's not true. Lucy carefully monitors everything that happens around her. She doesn't just play, she's on duty.

A friend of their family appeared, Uncle Sasha - Alexander Nikiforovich Dementyev. He works at the factory with his dad.

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