Мои друзья из США русского не знают. Переводы своих рассказов на английский
1 Первый бой, 2 Берта 3 В небе Сталинграда. Ноябрь 1942 4 Уран 5 Сталинград. Держитесь Фюрер вам поможет.
Рассказы были отправлены в США и Великобританию. Если были.
грубые ошибки, то исправлены, Переводы здесь, чтобы не терялись и
для того, чтобы друзья моих друзей тоже могли это прочитать я перевёл.
Берта на русском http://www.proza.ru/2012/09/15/10
Nazi attacked the USSR on the June 22, 1941 interrupted the peaceful life of the Soviet people.
The whole force the main impact was concentrated on Moscow.
Rzhev city of was on the way to the capital, and already July 19, the city was bombed, and already 14 October nazi troops entered the city.
A hard and terrible time began which the witnesses still remember with a shudder.
The Nazis set up in the "new order." They plundered, hanged disobedient, burned entire villages, drove the youth in slavery, and shot residents.
It lasted 17th bloody months Nazis killed over 50,000 people
during the occupation of the city and district .
Even after our historic victory in Moscow on December 6 the Germans, with clouded by Nazi propaganda stupidly tried to be a master in the situation.
They dragged from Germany "Big Bertha" They hoped that it would be necessary for them to shot Moscow. In fact, the "Big Bertha" is not mentioned anywhere. "Berta" was in reality in the First World War,. The Germans used it during the siege of Paris.
In The World War 2, Germans used superweapon called "Dora."
It was assembled at the end of forty one. Caliber - 813 millimeters. Barrel’s length was 32 meters. Range was forty kilometers. Those shells pierced the armor meter, or eight-meter concrete reinforcement. This weapon was set on the platform in Rzhev . It was built a new railway line and pulled this fool on this same train line.
Dmitry almost a year flew in 3-d Fighter Air Regiment on the LaGG-3 and by the end of September 1942, he shorted down four Nazi planes, was awarded the Order of the Red Star and Red Banner, carried out 60 sorties, was promoted lieutenant, enjoyed the respect and love of the fliers and he girls of flying dining. But the most importantly he was alive!
3 Regiment lost 20 of its pilots during that time What was happening on the ground, better not to speak. That was a meat grinder.
The fog with drizzling rain held down the whole land, the airfield was waited.
It was bad. The silence was broken by the distant cannonade only, and by the gurgling engine aircraft aviation corps, which is tested by mechanics. This idleness lasted a whole week.
The pilots tired, for there is nothing worse than waiting.
Dmitry was waiting. His mother was in Leningrad, Leningrad was in the siege. At last Dmitry was called by the regimental commander after the dinner - You had to see from the air what's going on. Infantry said about some huge cannon shells that leave craters which were comparable with 1 tonn bomb
The weather was lousy, but the intelligence was needed.
It was decided that he would fly alone for smaller visibility. At 2000 meters he will fly to the west, he will punch the clouds and enter from the back, at low altitude, which allows ceiling of clouds, will fly tacks to detect that weapon.
Dmitry prepared for the flight. He repeated the flight's area again, but the weather was not there still. It was a thick fog. That was advection fog was sometimes
blended with the clouds, and in this case, the cloud simply clung to the airfield and the concept of cloud base simply did not exist
Finally, the breeze blew, the fog lifted, and the lower edge increased. Dmitry insisted on the departure. First, he will take off when the weather was not improved, and, consequently, a small chance to meet with the Germans in the air.
Secondly, there was the element of surprise.
The regimental commander was agreed with the reasons, wished good luck and Dmitri went to the plane, where the mechanic had been already waiting him.
It was cool. Dmitry put on leather jacket over blouse, took parachute. The cockpit was cramped. Engine started up and the cabin became warm, and Dmitri became warmer.
At last, the temperature of the water and the oil has reached the required level, he opened the throttle and LaGG began to pick up speed bouncing .
The plane quickly pulled away and began climbing. She went into the clouds almost immediately. The ceiling was less than 80 meters and reduced. All attention now was focused on the "Pioneer"-the instrument on which judged about the spatial position, stopwatch, speed indicator and altimeter.
In 5 minutes or 300 seconds, on the calculation, he had to cross the front line, take 2000 meters and went without changing the course of another 120 seconds to begin to descend and broke the clouds with a vertical speed not more than 5 meters per second.
The clear sky had appeared on the 1800 meters. The flight was between the layers.
The plane was flying without banking and changing course. It lasted 350 seconds.
Dmitry praised himself. Dmitry's thoughts were in navigation and the golden rule of the fighter pilot to turn the head on 360 degrees has been forgotten. The silk scarves around the neck is not a foppery, that was necessity of a fighter- pilots.
At this moment a sharp jolt, crackle, even thunder interrupted monitoring for instruments on the desk. The plane banked steeply, went into the clouds, vertical speed indicator showed the maximum reduction, his head struck the canopy
Dmitry tried to get out of the cockpit, but the power press him into a chair. The altimeter arrow wriggle around, showing reducing of the height. It was already 1100 meters. Dmitri had only one way. He managed to stop the rotation of the fighter and gave the handle from himself. He managed to create a negative overload, which helped him to leave the plane. The opening of the parachute canopy coincided with the fallout of the clouds and hit the burning fighter in the ground. Dmitri hung on a parachute, and below there was a train with platform on which lay long pipe. “Тhe gun "-flash in Dmitry’s brain. He only had the time to join up and had fallen to the ground. The front line was 30 miles away and the direction was clear. Dmitry unbuckled parachute, threw it with branches and fallen leaves and listened. Heard gunfire and the train with a huge gun on the platform.
Gunfire was heard in the south-east, and the train went to the north. 30 kilometers running across the forest did not look hard for the young healthy men. Branches whipped him and he fallen down couple of times , but kept running. The small villages were along the way several times Dmitry tried to avoid them not to be seen.
It was getting dark. Very thirsty. There was little water in the flask, only one sip, but he had to run. His had to stop running because of the highway. Eight tanks and 10 vehicles with the guns and a field kitchen, clanking caterpillars moved along on the highway to the direction of the front .
Тhe German soldiers were in the body of the car . They were the soldiers of the Army "Center". They shouted the songs, someone played in the harmonica, they had not realized that they were being taken to the slaughter. Dmitry hunched ran it only making sure the road wad been clear. He met a hut had built not long time ago. Dmitry decided to spend the night there. He sketched on the floor of spruce twigs and had slept.
He woke up with the first rays of light coming through the low clouds, ate a chocolate bar and drank the rest of the water. It was already half past nine. He ran.
He reached at last the vast field hardly dragging his feet. The field was riddled by shells and mines.
The bullets and shells were whistling throwing up the soil with all the tribe that was there.
Dmitry realized that he should go bypass not to meet with the Nazis.
Dmitry was tired for the last 3 hours, perhaps more than in all the time. He crawled, sometimes ran before he heard "Hands up!"
He happily raised his hands and allowed to be searched quitly by a young guy, who did not expect that he would search not the enemy.
Dmitry was questioned by commander of the regiment in the dugout, when everybody was sure that he had told the truth Dmitry was given food and sent at the disposal of a 3-d aviation army.
Dmitry told a native regiment again what he had seen . It was getting clear . The several formations of diving bombers were bombing in the morning .
Slender, long Berta. " Bert Lange" in German
It did not change the course of the war. It was destroyed and forgotten.
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