Letters from the frontline: Markel Sitnikov’s Victory Day letter, 9.V.1945


…destroyed, but not that much. But the rest of Berlin is exclusively destroyed. Germans wanted to destroy Moscow and London, what they got is Berlin turned into a pile of stones. I saw houses-residences of Hitler, Goebbels, also destroyed and burned down. Germans hang white flags, white ribbons on their arms and repeat one and the same: “Ales kaput” (that is, “An end to everything”). Now they also understood what war is and what it’s for. The columns of German prisoners of war one-one and a half kilometers long can often be seen on the roads, convoyed by 5-6 of our soldiers. Germans without weapons still continue to come out of the forests, put white ribbons on their arms and go to surrender. The civilians now meet us without the fear they had in the first days when we entered Germany, but still distrustfully. Prisoners of war and civilians brought here from other countries and now liberated by the Red Army, on the other hand, treat us with great joy.

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Letters from the frontline: Lieutenant Tarasenko’s testament letter to his son. December 1943


My dear son!

When you will be reading this letter, many years will pass, the war will come to an end, and joyous and happy life, just like the one that was before the war, will blossom in the liberated land. When you were very-very little, when you were lying in your cradle and smiled in your sleep, your mom and I thought that you are happy, that you won’t have to live through what I lived through in my childhood years. I thought I will give you a start in life and was happy with your first words, your first thoughts.

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Letters from the frontline: Last issue of 13-year old Valery Volkov’s handwritten newspaper “Trench Truth”, June 1942


Trench Truth №11

Our ten is a mighty fist, which is a whole division for the enemy and, as major Zhidelev said, we will fight like a division. There isn’t a force in the world which will defeat us, the Soviet state, because we are masters ourselves, we are led by the Communist party. Here, take a look at who we are. Here, in 52nd school:

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Letters from the frontline: Note and letter partizan Vera Porshneva wrote to her mother. 29-30.XI.1941


I will die tomorrow, mom. You lived 50 years, I only lived 24. I want to live. There’s so little I did! I want to live to destroy the accursed fascists. They tortured me, but I told them nothing. I know – my friends, partisans, will avenge me. They will destroy the invaders. Don’t cry, mother. I am dying, knowing that I was giving everything I had to the victory. It is not scary to die for the people. Let the girls know: let them go join the partisans and bravely crush the enemy. Our victory is not that far!

November 29, 1941.

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Letters from the frontline: Hero tank crew member A. Golikov writes to his wife. June 28, 1941


Editor’s note: If there’s one thing Hitler was dreaming about when he was about to shoot himself on April 30, 1945, that would be for black to turn white, and white to turn black. And seventy years later his dream is starting to come to life. The whole world is drifting into fascism, both politically, due to the migrant crisis, and ideologically, due to supporting the fascist Kiev junta. They are whitewashing fascists and thus black is turning into white. We also see more and more slander aimed at making people think that the Soviet warriors-liberators were actually rapists, murderers and occupants. Thus white is being turned into black and Hitler’s dream is coming true.

As Victory Day over Nazi Germany approaches, we wish to remind and remember what the Soviet soldiers-liberators, not only men, but also women, of over a hundred of nationalities that lived peacefully together in the Soviet Union were really like, and for this purpose we will be publishing translations of actual letters written by Soviet warriors during the war, one every day until May 9. Those who want us to believe that black is white and white is black can shove their dreams somewhere deep, because we remember. As Russian poet Aleksandr Blok wrote, “Learn what light is, and you will understand what is darkness“.



Dear Tonechka!

I don’t know, will you ever going to read these lines? But I know for sure that this is my last letter.

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