Dmitry Mironchik biography

Each family is reverently keeping memories of relatives who did not return from the fiery hell. These stories-stories, yellow photographs, letters and personal items from the front are passed down from generation to generation, like icons, as a shrine. As a memory of how much we got victory. Exactly a month before the celebration of May 9, we decided to recall those who can no longer tell about the events of summer ago.

About victory soldiers, about the generation of winners who at the cost of life gave us the world. They are not forgotten.

They are remembered by children and grandchildren, all new and new generations are proud of their military exploits. They are proud and talk about them. In the new special project, we will introduce you to real stories of courage, compassion and love for our homeland for a whole month. Famous people will reveal family albums and tell the story of “their” war.

Two fronts of Grandfather Stepan are not a single family in Belarus that the war would bypass. She incarnated some in the literal sense of the word. Others touched on the tangent, leaving deep scars on the heart. In the office of the head of the information department-the press secretary of the Foreign Ministry Dmitry Mironchik, how he jokes, the “constant Smolny”: the phone is torn every few minutes, but the sown silence even drowns out his persistent trills.

On the table lies several black and white photos with faded signatures on the back. They have pain, history and eternal memory of the family Mironchik and Veras. Our meeting with Dmitry Leonidovich is not an interview and not a dialogue. This is a monologue with long pauses that are needed in order to gain air and brush the mean tears ... Dmitry Mironchik: "Our family still stored front-line triangles and all the photos of my grandfathers and grandmothers." About 8 years, I began to appear about our family.

It all started with one portrait: his parents made it at the request of great -grandmother Claudia Pavlovna Labotskaya. A young healthy guy was depicted on it, and I really wanted to know who it was. It was her eldest son Sasha. In the year, through the famous Parich Gate, when the partisans and the Red Army broke through the front line, he and his father went into the army. My great -grandfather Kupriyan was a simple soldier and died during the liberation of Riga in the year.

Alexander by that time was already a sergeant. I still could not understand: in the photograph he had sergeant shoulder straps with three stripes. Later I learned that Sasha had three injuries, after the third - heavily - he was sent to teach at a military school near Moscow. The great -grandmother wrote to him in a letter that his father died. Alexander submitted a report to the command for a report, was eager for the front.

And he achieved his own ... In our family, front-line triangles are still stored. In the last letter from under Koenigsberg, Sasha wrote: “I see the den of the fascist beast. From here he came out, here we will kill him. ” During the assault on the city, Alexander went missing. The great-grandmother until the last was looking for at least some information about him, waited.

I remember how in the 10ths she cried, reading in the newspaper that a soldier's spoon was found near Kaliningrad. On the spoon it was scratched “Sasha. Her son, when they lived in the occupation, cast such from the sleeves. At the time of his death, he was a little more and it happened that they found a spoon, but his grave was not. The youngest daughter of great -grandmothers died in the war.

The village was burned, and the great -grandmother with the kids hid in the forest. The youngest of my cousins ​​is still alive. And his brother once told me how they first saw military planes that fired at the village. The children had not yet versed in technology, but they knew that they needed to hide. The plane flew along the main street of the village and shot everyone in a row.

She told. Their family lived in the village of Vyunischi, this Gloussky district, they burned the house, had to huddle in dugouts. Later, when ours came, they began to slowly move: we went seven kilometers to the neighboring village, where a large brick house burned down, and wore just a few bricks to fold their stove. The sons were 7-10 years old, they scored bricks, carry, tired.

We sat down to rest, then a neighbor flies: - Claudia, the war is over! And they are sitting on bricks and crying ... Grandfather survived two fronts: Volkhovsky and Chernobyl grandfather Stepan Fedorovich Varas graduated from a medical school and was drafted into the Red Army in the metro station. Fate formed so that in the year he fought on the Volkhov Front on the notorious second shock army under the command of General Andrei Vlasov, which was “surrendered”.

Stepan did not surrender, left the encirclement to his own, but the Germans found him. He and his colleague went to spend the night in one of the villages, where during the raid they were captured. I found out about this quite by accident in the year. It so happened that the father needed to fill out the documents for work. Everything related to those living in the military territory or prisoner was strictly.

Then his grandfather told this story, although he never liked to talk about it later. In captivity, Stepan Fedorovich was lucky: he accidentally received the documents of the murdered Russian Red Army soldier.Find out the Germans that the grandfather is an officer and Belarusian, it would not be possible to pass death: Belarusians hated that we had a partisan movement unfolded, they beat mercilessly.

Stepan saved that he was a doctor from God. Once in the Mauthausen concentration camp in the mixed zone, he treated the allies. For this, he was helped with food and medicines that his grandfather had already shared with Soviet prisoners. By the time of liberation in M, he weighed 48 kg. After the war, he returned home, although the Americans frightened the Mauthausen that Siberia was waiting for Soviet prisoners.

In the filtration camp, many confirmed: he saved and treated his own, did not collaborate with the Germans. For a long time, grandfather Stepan was a doctor. While retired, he worked at a sanitary and epidemiological station in the Oktyabrsky district of the Gomel region. After the disaster at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, all doctors were sent to the zone, as they were afraid of the occurrence of epidemics.

Having stayed there one watch, his grandfather returned. Then the order came to send more employees. And at their station young interns worked. Stepan Fedorovich told the head physician that he was still giving birth, and went a second time. A year later, he died of cancer of the stomach, passing through the second front in his life - Chernobyl - for themselves and those young girls.

It so happened that we have namesakes, but there are practically no relatives. Although there were a lot of relatives, the families were big then. In years, Mironchiki lived in several villages of the Bobruisk district. In M, the Yazvinians were destroyed, 9 people burned alive from our family. My great -grandfather Alexander saw how they burned the village.

The smoke was black and terrible ... All the survivors went into the forest, where they lived all winter in dugouts. Once grandfather Michael at that time was 16 with two sisters left for some business a couple of kilometers from the parking, they were not with all the others when the raid occurred. That morning 43 people shot - all of them were our relatives. Only one - a five -year -old cousin of grandfather saved.

The boy immediately fell with fright, he was filled with corpses, and when the Germans finished off the victims, they shot his finger. He never screamed ... On the same day, my great -grandfather Alexander, who was in forced work on the construction of fortifications near Bobruisk, who guarded them, boasted: “All your mironchiks were killed! The great -grandfather fled, because there was nothing to be afraid of, because they kept them there in the threat of destroying their family.

It was March. Grandfather and sisters found all the dead, but 43 people could not bury, the land was frozen. They simply covered the bodies with branches and moss. Grandfather Misha never liked to remember this and each time, passing through that place, cried and said: “Here they wanted to exterminate our family ...” Here is such a war. And it would be possible and it would be possible to tell about many: about the grandmother of Nadia, who only miraculously saved from a concentration camp in the Bobruisk fortress, and then survived the battles for the liberation of Bobruisk, and about one of the brothers of the great -grandfather Alexander, who fled from the torture of the Germans who suspected him in connection with the partisans, and then hanged himself in the eyes of his grandfather Misha, when he heard the pursuit of them, so that he couldn’t get it in again.

Hands ... "Dad! This is our Victory Square! In Belarusian "holiday"-"holy". This is a day of non -festive fun, but the holy memory, very close in the spirit of Radunitsa. We try to always meet with the family and remember our family, although the participants in the war did not like to talk about it - too much grief and the pain was experienced. Unfortunately, the military generation is leaving every year, there are fewer living witnesses of those events.

A few months ago, my wife’s grandmother passed away - Faina Ivanovna Plekhnevich, who was a minor stolen to Germany for forced labor. But she managed to tell us about this and managed to hold the great -grandchildren in the arms of the great -grandchildren.