Quotes about the Great Patriotic War
No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten!
Olga Bergolts
Get up, huge country, Get up for mortal combat With the dark fascist force, With the damned horde! Let the noble rage Boil like a wave - There is a people's war, a Holy War!
Do not give up our beloved city to the enemy, protect it at any cost, fight so that your glory will thunder for centuries!
I'm waiting for you, warrior-liberator.
For the Motherland, for honor and freedom!
Don't touch us - we won't touch you! If you touch it, we won’t let you down! And we will not drown in water, and we will not burn in fire!
For motherland for Stalin!
Eternal glory to the heroes who fell in battles for the freedom and independence of our Motherland!
First of all - airplanes... But what about the girls? And then the girls!
Don't be timid! Be brave, it will be easier this way!
Big deal, Hitler! I decided to take Moscow! Not so!
Oh my fogs, foggy, oh my native forests and meadows, the partisans went on a campaign, went on a campaign against the enemy.
From Moscow to Brest there is no place where we would not wander in the dust. With a watering can and a notepad, and even a machine gun, we went through fire and cold.
With every piece of bread you save you help your husbands, fathers and sons in a difficult war.
Citizens! During shelling, this side is the most dangerous. (Inscription on the walls of houses in besieged Leningrad)
Holy war.
Death will see my smile when I take my last breath.
Statements on the Memory of Those Who Died in the War
Good people leave us like birds fly away to a distant land, their souls fly in the clouds, God has many flocks of them in the sky...
“We pass by refugees from the southwest. They tell horror stories and their hearts and fists are clenched with a sharp, heavy feeling of hatred for the Prussian heel, who tried to trample everything that was not created by him.”
Don't you dare touch the monument! It was not you who placed it here. A dollar is worth arrogance, honor is a cent, And instead of a heart there is a loose stone. History cannot be changed! Even though you would really like it, Time will not return back, Your arrogance is replaced by courage. To be kept in the memory of centuries - To all the exploits of the sons of the fatherland. There are drops of blood instead of words And the reality of heroism. You didn’t know such hardships And you didn’t feed lice in the trenches. There, in a day in two, in a month - a year, so that you can live peacefully now.
Whatever they say, the “Immortal Regiment” is, first of all, a MEMORY March for Veterans of the Great Patriotic War. And people marched in this Regiment without any coercion. At the call of the heart...
They will never understand the soul of a Russian person: why we remember, why we cry and honor what is dear to us!
Let us take a moment of memory to honor those who gave their lives in battle, so that you can now live happily, love and believe, and breathe. and let us bow our knees - for them - grandfathers, sisters and brothers, so that our eyes do not know the tears of war, but only tears of happiness...
Don't forget your grandfather's feat! Don't forget what they had to go through! Don't forget what happened then! Don’t forget, people who were going to their death back then! After all, these were our great-grandfathers! They bravely defended their middle name! They gave everything for today's world! I ask you, do not listen to fools from whom you can hear: “Well, we won and we won, so what do we have?” Fool! Look up! And you will see the blue sky, turn around and you will see people running about their business. Stand at the entrance of your house and listen to how joyfully the children's laughter rings! And all this was given to us by millions of people who fell in those distant years! It is we who must remember and pass this on to the next generation, because besides us, there is no one else to do this!
An old woman at the window looks into the distance. She is ninety-two years old... And before her eyes: life is a path From birth to these days. Childhood flashed before her eyes And then her youth, Grandmother Nadezhda with tears She will never forget this... How huts burned, people died How her father was taken prisoner How, risking her life, she essentially went to the medical unit as a nurse. Moans, screams: “Dear Mommy!” Days and nights... and sometimes without sleep Helped wounded soldiers Get back on their feet “the good sister” She dragged the Commander, a young soldier, from the battlefield And she found such strength in her The skies were not afraid of her! She shot at enemies with a machine gun And dug trenches in January She gave a crumb of bread to the children And wished for peace on Earth!
The tea is poured. Three refined drinks were taken and one was put in my pocket. - And for what? - Because it’s necessary! I'll go give it to the hungry! Instead of a cookie - a loaf of bread: - Don’t be sorry, cut the white one! ...I haven’t eaten black for a long time... And probably won’t eat anymore...
- Tell me, what did we die for? Watering this land with blood? So that descendants know: That it is impossible to live in the world without peace! - I don’t watch this “black box”. I don’t believe the lies of the media anymore! Tell me, I beg you, dear, tell me the truth, tell me!
I am proud of my old lady. I bow to the Veterans. We will not forget your Victory! Good health to you! I'm proud of you!
There is only one day left and we will burst out - “HURRAY. ", for veterans... for our own! The gray head will bow silently and freeze, remembering that war... I know the memory will not die of those who saved the country!
Where there is an even row of obelisks in our village, the Disciples laid out a garden for the Glory of the Fallen. I often come to that garden, leaving my books. The warriors lying in their graves are just boys.
The trees and branches here always bend low. The Red Star shines on the obelisks. The church bells ring with a sad groan, And good people go with a bow to the ground.
The blood on the charred fields has long cooled, But that land only remembers how it was: How he went into the last battle, serving the Fatherland - the one who sacrificed himself in the name of Life.
Under the images, the mother breathes a prayer into her palm, But the child does not hear the mother’s sadness. He didn’t dream about brighter days and wasn’t married - The boy’s big eyes froze the sky.
In the spring that garden will be dressed in the attire of a bride, And birds will fly in from the south and the nests will be crowded. Behold, the summer sun has risen, there are reflections in the granite; There are an even number of carnation flowers on the slabs.
Where there is an even row of obelisks in our village, the Disciples laid out a garden for the Glory of the Fallen.
To all the soldiers who fought - Our deepest bow... For the soldiers who fell in battle - The ringing of bells...
Quotes about the war of great people
They dreamed of finishing off the beast and its den. And they finished it off!
Farewell, beloved city! We're going to sea tomorrow.
Defend every inch of Soviet land, fight to the last drop of blood! I.V. Stalin
All the same, I know one thing for sure: we will win in this attack!
This banner is victory and strength - it will protect Leningrad from the enemy, it will win over the enemy’s grave - there will be a day! - it will make a noise all over the world!
In heaven, on earth and at sea!
“You have to be a very brave person to be a coward in the Red Army. Stalin"
There is no land for us beyond the Volga. Vasily Zaitsev (Battle of Stalingrad 1942)
We are in Berlin! (Inscriptions on the walls of houses in 1945)
Russia is great, but there is nowhere to retreat - Moscow is behind us! Vasily Klochkov
Order: “Forward!” Command: “Stand up!” Nikolay Starshinov
Let's repeat the feat of Alexander Matrosov.
Comrade Red Army soldier! Quickly free our village from the Germans!
Our cause is just, the enemy will be defeated, victory will be ours. V. M. Molotov
Comrade Red Army soldier! Quickly free our village from the Germans!
Stalin's falcons. (about pilots) Novikov
Do as I do!
Comrades! Citizens! Brothers and sisters! Soldiers of our Army and Navy! I am turning to you, my friends! I.V. Stalin
Our land is famous for its heroes.
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Something in ourselves prevents us from seeing the full picture of the world!
To what extent is our thousand-year-old civilization deceitful and worthless if it could not even prevent these flows of blood, if it allowed hundreds of thousands of such dungeons to exist in the world.
- To the war? Why do you need war?
- Listen, commander: The peoples don’t need war. Play better in the world.
Catching the news that I was broadcasting in the morning, I thought: it’s time to stop playing with war, So that the children can learn to play in peace!
Quotes about the war 1941-1945
Communists, go ahead!
Laborers' victories. (about sappers) Ehrenburg
And eternal battle. Rest only in our dreams…
The Bryansk forest rustled sternly, blue fogs descended, and the pine trees around heard how the partisans went to battle
Have you signed up as a volunteer?!
We, Social Democrats, are against war!
Hit like this: no matter what the cartridge, it’s a German!
Have you sent gifts to frontline soldiers?
We are Volgarians from Saratov and Kostrama.
Malyshev
Crush the Nazis in his own lair! I.V.Stalin
Hitler is kaput!
You, Lord, you, heavenly father, take the thorny-evil crown from the warrior, you extinguish and drive away the war-care, return the peasant’s bread-work...
To Moscow - HOX! From Moscow - OH!
In a sunny meadow, with an arched eyebrow, a boy on a cape is playing about love. A flying letter arrived in the snow-covered distance, saying that, as a last resort, I would agree to a medal.
It’s too early for us to die, we still have things to do at home!
I'm dying, but I'm not giving up. Farewell, Motherland!
Oh, the roads, the dust and the fog. Cold, anxiety, and steppe weeds.
Be healthy, Fuhrer, in the next world!
Forward, eagles! The blockade has been broken! Forward heroes of Leningrad!
Everything for the front, everything for victory! I.V.Stalin
Long live the All-Union Communist Party (Bolsheviks) - the inspirer and organizer of the victories of the Red Army over the Nazi invaders!
We are from Saratov, and we visited Berlin!
There is a signal: forward! - Forward. There is an order: die! - He will die!
With the Soviet Union forever!
There is a signal: forward! - Forward. There is an order: die! - He will die!
It doesn’t suit a fighter to be sad, don’t give him any room for grief. Even if there is a reason, never lose heart!
Quotes about the memory of the war
We will not flinch in the battle for our capital. Our native Moscow is dear to us. With an indestructible wall, a steel defense, we will defeat and destroy the enemy.
Let's defeat the fascist raiders.
If we see that Germany is winning, then we should help Russia, and if Russia is winning, then we should help Germany, and thus let them kill as many as possible, although I do not want to see Hitler as the winner under any circumstances . Harry Truman
The Motherland is calling!
Every crumb of bread saved shortens the war!
Hit, stab, drive, take full!
Hitting an enemy is a different matter; it’s more fun with a joke. There is no letter from dear - darker thoughts.
The death of the brave.
The war is not over until the last soldier who died is buried. Dmitry Yazov
Soldier, the Motherland is waiting for this day! V. Koretsky
Wait for me, and I will return to spite all deaths. K. Simonov
We cannot forget these roads.
If I die, please consider me a communist!
Death to the fascist occupiers!
Gloomy “APHORISMS” BY VIKTOR ASTAFYEV ABOUT THE WAR. Part I
In the arsenal of anti-Sovietists and neoliberals, who are now sowing anger at the USSR and the Red (Soviet) Army, biased assessments of the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945 are in particular use. In discussions on military topics, patented “democrats” intensively exploit several gloomy statements of a major Soviet and Russian writer, former front-line soldier Viktor Astafiev. Two of these author’s sayings are the most reckless. The first: “Stalin and Zhukov burned the Russian people and Russia in the fire of war.” Second: “We simply did not know how to fight. We ended the war without knowing how to fight... We covered the Germans with our blood, covered them with our corpses.”
The situations in which these Astafiev “aphorisms” appeared are described in the materials provided: “Hatred is stronger than memory” [https://www.karpovo.0o. ru/ forum2/index.php/ topic,156.0.html#ixzz47W9BHEKX] and “Cemetery Crusader” [https://www.karpovo.0o.ru/ forum2/index.php/topic,159.0.html#ixzz47W9OD9uy]. They were written two years ago, but are still relevant today.
HATE IS STRONGER THAN MEMORY
Hatred is restrained and constant anger. (Charles Duclos)
The unfortunate one is the one who is torn away from himself. (S. Kierkegaard)
It is a rare liberal fiction writer, especially an amateur historian-journalist, who, in his public speeches on the topic of the Great Patriotic War, does without the gloomy quote from the writer Viktor Astafiev that Stalin and Zhukov “burned the Russian people and Russia in the fire of war.” It must be said that here we are dealing with the usual manipulation of liberals. In difficult questions, they always refer to “moral authorities” and “standards of civic honesty”, which must be trusted by definition, although they are by no means unconditional, and sometimes do not inspire confidence. In this case, only their negative assessments of certain events and denigrating statements about famous persons are usually given.
Meanwhile, the above “aphorism” of Astafiev arose in a certain situation. This phrase appears in his letter to his friend, front-line writer, member of the board of the USSR Writers' Union V. Kondratyev. The message is dated December 27, 1987. (It was first published in Novaya Gazeta, No. 42, 2009. Viktor Astafiev died in 2001). The letter was not intended for public publication. Viktor Petrovich Astafiev, without looking back, writes to a friend about the mediocrity of the Soviet leadership, from general to generalissimo, who did not put the lives of ordinary soldiers at a penny. Brands “magnificent mehlis” (that is, brigade commissars and political departments). With anger he recalls the “gloomy kennel” (NKVD men, Smershev men, tribunal officers), which killed thousands of innocent people. Along the way, he makes sarcastic remarks about Alexander Matrosov, who rushed into the embrasure of an enemy bunker (he does not consider this a feat). The entire text of the letter is clearly bitter, although it was written on the eve of the New Year. “You can feel it,” wrote an elderly man, mutilated in the war, exhausted and offended by the deformities of Russian life, a hostage to his own passions and predilections, wounded, long poisoned by the poisons of hatred, tormented by doubts and deluded in his search for the truth. It would be a shame to assume, but perhaps the author of the letter was under his thumb.
By the end of 1987 Astafiev is an individual not favored by fate. His family was dispossessed and exiled to cold, hungry, alien places. He lost his parents as a child, was raised by his grandparents, and lived in an orphanage as a teenager. Being 19-22 years old, he was on the war front. Since February 1943 to May 1945 served as a driver and signalman in howitzer artillery. He was seriously wounded. Awarded the Military Order of the Red Star and three medals. After the war, he worked in various (sometimes hard, dirty) jobs.
In 1951 Astafiev took up literary activity; since 1958 - member of the Union of Writers of the USSR. He was published frequently, but only made it to central publishing houses in 1975-1977. Wide recognition from readers came in adulthood (1978-1984). However, he was not a “literary general”, did not occupy prominent positions in the joint venture, did not lead any writing or publishing organization, and did not enjoy the benefits of the capital’s writers. In the early 1980s, in his views on Soviet reality and the Russian people, Astafiev disagreed with his former comrades on the “village theme” (V. Rasputin, V. Belov, E. Nosov, etc.). In 1986 he was subjected to severe public ostracism for the blatant anti-Semitism in his books and journalistic articles. In August 1987 his 39-year-old beloved daughter Irina died.
The writer, who had long settled in the Siberian village of Ovsyanka, was oppressed by the feeling of abandonment, isolation from the large and diverse city life. Long before the mentioned letter to V. Kondratiev, hatred for practical communism was clearly visible in the literature and journalism of Viktor Astafiev. In it he saw the origins of all the vices and hardships of difficult urban and especially rural life in the country, the decline of social morals, and the flawed development of a person’s personality. Anger towards Soviet communism - alien, guilty of all personal and social misfortunes (as the writer believed) - now colored all his works. The front-line writer fully transferred this xenophobia to the theme of the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945.
Astafiev was a contradictory person, capable of extremes. He is a wonderful master of working with the literary word, but he lacked general culture and powerful intellectual energy. His worldview suffered from limited historical and social vision. The genius writer often replaced these shortcomings with daring and bravado of sensual expressions. Sometimes in his texts and oral speech he simply acted mischievously and acted like a fool. Astafiev’s well-known sayings about the Great Patriotic War, which liberals like to refer to, are not reliable evidence. These are biting and malicious statements of the writer’s own assessments of events and people of the cruel war time that were not personally familiar to him (in the war - to an ordinary soldier). They are the mythological fruit of his uncritical and chaotic understanding of the many books, magazine and newspaper articles he swallowed on the topics of the Second World War and the Red (Soviet) Army. [With the beginning of the period of glasnost, huge streams of daring “military-historical” writings poured into the country. Astafiev once admitted that when he took up the development of this literary trend, he read a lot of contradictory publications about the past harsh war].
The question arises: Why, every time starting a dispute about the Great Patriotic War, do amateurs who allow “war according to the rules” and all sorts of democrats “fighters for human rights” slip us, as unconditional evidence, literary sources that are far-fetched, or even simply blasphemous? from the point of view of historical truth. Why should you trust only Viktor Astafiev? There are a number of writers - front-line soldiers who created a far from romantic picture of the war. Let's name Vladimir Bogomolov, Yuri Bondarev, Grigory Baklanov, Konstantin Simonov, Viktor Nekrasov. After reading their books, one does not get the feeling of the total depravity of the great Victory, the mediocre stupidity, cruelty and sadism of the Soviet command, the doomed sacrifice of millions of Soviet people - defenders of the Fatherland.
It seems that patented truth-tellers are deliberately drumming into the mass consciousness of the Russian people liberal-perverted ideas about the uselessness of the historical feat of the peoples of the USSR in the war against Hitler's fascism. In every case, the mentality of radio and television programs of a number of federal (primarily metropolitan) and regional media resources is perceived as such. They act as a sewer of liberal false information that castrates and denigrates the human memory of the glorious Victory of our compatriots in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945.
(To be continued)
