Korobko, Vasily Ivanovich or Vasya Korobko(March 31, the village of Pogoreltsy, Semenovsky district - April 1) - pioneer hero, young partisan, awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree, the medal "Partisan Patriotic War» 1 degree.

Together with the partisans, Vasya destroyed nine echelons, hundreds of Nazis. In one of the battles he was killed.

He was born on March 31, 1927 in the village of Pogoreltsy, Semyonovsky district, Chernihiv region. He took an active part in the partisan movement in the Chernihiv region. He was a scout and liaison officer, and later a bomber. Derailed sixteen echelons with Nazi soldiers and military equipment, disabled ten steam locomotives. He died in Belarus on April 1, 1944. He was awarded the Order of Lenin and two Orders of the Red Banner.

The partisan fate of Vasya Korobko, a sixth grader from the village of Pogoreltsy, was unusual. He received his baptism of fire in the summer of 1941, covering the retreat of our units with fire. Consciously remained in the occupied territory. Once, at his own peril and risk, he sawed the piles of the bridge. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and went out of order. Then Vasya became a partisan.

The front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy. On the outskirts, covering the retreat of our units, the company held the defense. Vasya Korobko brought the cartridges to the fighters. Night. Vasya sneaks up to the school building occupied by the Nazis. He sneaks into the pioneer room, takes out the pioneer banner and hides it securely. Outskirts of the village. Under the bridge - Vasya. He pulls out the iron staples, saws the piles, and at dawn from the shelter he watches the bridge collapse under the weight of the fascist armored personnel carrier. The partisans were convinced that Vasya could be trusted, and they entrusted him with a serious task: to become a scout in the enemy's lair.

Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolition man, took part in the destruction of nine echelons with manpower and equipment of the enemy. The exploits of Vasily Korobko were awarded the Orders of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War of the 1st degree, and the medal "Partisan of the Patriotic War" of the 1st degree. Later he was accepted into the partisan unit of the Hero Soviet Union Pyotr Petrovich Vershigora... He died a hero's death in battle on April 1, 1944, while performing the next task.

At the headquarters of the Nazis, he heats stoves, chop wood, and he looks closely, remembers, and transmits information to the partisans. The punishers, who planned to exterminate the partisans, forced the boy to lead them into the forest. But Vasya led the Nazis to an ambush of the police. The Nazis, mistaking them for partisans in the dark, opened furious fire, killed all the policemen and themselves suffered heavy losses. Together with the partisans, Vasya destroyed nine echelons, hundreds of Nazis. In one of the battles, he was hit by an enemy bullet.

The Motherland awarded her little hero, who lived a short but such a bright life, with the Orders of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War of the 1st degree, and the medal "Partisan of the Patriotic War" of the 1st degree. Together with the partisans, Vasya destroyed nine echelons, hundreds of Nazis. In one of the battles he was killed.

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Rapp didn't answer.
Demainnous allons avoir affaire a Koutouzoff! [Tomorrow we will deal with Kutuzov!] - said Napoleon. - Let's see! Remember, in Braunau he commanded an army and not once in three weeks did he mount his horse to inspect the fortifications. Let's see!
He glanced at his watch. It was still only four o'clock. I didn’t feel like sleeping, the punch was finished, and there was nothing to do after all. He got up, walked up and down, put on a warm frock coat and hat, and left the tent. The night was dark and damp; barely audible dampness fell from above. The bonfires did not burn brightly near, in the French guard, and far away through the smoke they shone along the Russian line. Everywhere it was quiet, and the rustle and clatter of the already begun movement of the French troops to take up a position could be clearly heard.
Napoleon walked in front of the tent, looked at the lights, listened to the clatter, and, passing by a tall guardsman in a shaggy hat, who stood sentry at his tent and, like a black pillar, stretched out at the appearance of the emperor, stopped opposite him.
- Since what year in the service? he asked with that habitual affectation of coarse and affectionate militancy with which he always treated his soldiers. The soldier answered him.
- Ah! un des vieux! [BUT! of the old people!] Got rice in the regiment?
- Got it, Your Majesty.
Napoleon nodded his head and stepped away from him.

At half past six, Napoleon rode on horseback to the village of Shevardin.
It began to dawn, the sky cleared, only one cloud lay in the east. Abandoned fires burned out in the faint morning light.
To the right, a thick lone cannon shot rang out, swept and froze in the general silence. Several minutes passed. There was a second, third shot, the air shook; the fourth and fifth resounded close and solemnly somewhere to the right.
The first shots had not yet finished ringing before others rang out, again and again, merging and interrupting one another.
Napoleon rode up with his retinue to the Shevardinsky redoubt and dismounted from his horse. The game has begun.

Returning from Prince Andrei to Gorki, Pierre, having ordered the bereator to prepare the horses and wake him up early in the morning, immediately fell asleep behind the partition, in the corner that Boris gave him.
When Pierre woke up completely the next morning, there was no one in the hut. Glass rattled in the small windows. The Rector stood pushing him aside.
“Your excellency, your excellency, your excellency ...” the bereytor said stubbornly, without looking at Pierre and, apparently, having lost hope of waking him up, shaking him by the shoulder.
- What? Began? Is it time? Pierre spoke, waking up.
“If you please, hear the firing,” said the bereytor, a retired soldier, “already all the gentlemen have risen, the brightest ones themselves have long passed.
Pierre hastily dressed and ran out onto the porch. Outside it was clear, fresh, dewy and cheerful. The sun, having just escaped from behind the cloud that obscured it, splashed up to half of its rays broken by the cloud through the roofs of the opposite street, onto the dew-covered dust of the road, onto the walls of houses, onto the windows of the fence and onto Pierre's horses standing by the hut. The rumble of cannons was heard more clearly in the yard. An adjutant with a Cossack roared down the street.
- It's time, Count, it's time! shouted the adjutant.
Ordering to lead the horse behind him, Pierre went down the street to the mound, from which he had looked at the battlefield yesterday. There was a crowd of military men on this mound, and the French dialect of the staff was heard, and Kutuzov's gray-haired head was visible with his white cap with a red band and a gray-haired nape sunk into his shoulders. Kutuzov looked through the pipe ahead along the high road.
Entering the steps of the entrance to the mound, Pierre looked ahead of him and froze in admiration before the beauty of the spectacle. It was the same panorama that he had admired yesterday from this mound; but now this whole area was covered with troops and the smoke of shots, and the oblique rays of the bright sun, rising behind, to the left of Pierre, threw on her in the clear morning air a piercing light with a golden and pink hue and dark, long shadows. The distant forests that complete the panorama, as if carved from some kind of precious yellow-green stone, could be seen with their curved line of peaks on the horizon, and between them, behind Valuev, the big Smolensk road cut through, all covered with troops. Closer, golden fields and copses gleamed. Everywhere - in front, on the right and on the left - troops were visible. All this was lively, majestic and unexpected; but what struck Pierre most of all was the view of the battlefield itself, Borodino and the hollow above Kolochaya on both sides of it.

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Pioneers-heroes of the Great Patriotic War

Vasya Korobko

Korobko, Vasily Ivanovich or Vasya Korobko (March 31, 1927, Pogoreltsy village, Semyonovsky district, Chernihiv region - April 1, 1944) - pioneer hero, young partisan, awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War 1 degree, the medal "Partisan of the Patriotic War" 1 degree.

Together with the partisans, Vasya destroyed nine trains, hundreds of Nazis. In one of the battles he was killed.

With the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, the front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy. On the outskirts, covering the retreat of our units, the company held the defense. Vasya Korobko brought the cartridges to the fighters.

Once, at his own peril and risk, Vasya sawed the piles of a bridge near his native village. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and went out of order. Then Vasya became a partisan. The partisans were convinced that Vasya could be trusted, and they entrusted him with a serious task: to become a scout in the enemy's lair.

Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolition man, took part in the destruction of nine trains with manpower and equipment of the enemy.

Later, he was accepted into the partisan formation of the Hero of the Soviet Union Pyotr Petrovich Vershigora ... He died a hero's death in battle on April 1, 1944 while performing the next task.

Awards.

The exploits of Vasily Korobko were awarded the Orders of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War of the 1st degree, and the medal "Partisan of the Patriotic War" of the 1st degree.

On March 31 of this year, Vasily Ivanovich Korobko, a hero of the Great Patriotic War, a partisan, would have turned ninety years old. But, unfortunately, the particle "would" in this case leaves no hope. Vasya Vasily Ivanovich did not become, but died the next day after he turned seventeen years old.

Vasya was born in the Chernihiv region, in a small village with the sad name Pogoreltsy (the name was given for a reason, the village once burned down almost to the ground). He grew up as the most ordinary boy, not quiet and not a tomboy.

The war began, the front was approaching his native village. There was still an opportunity to evacuate, but Vasya became stubborn. He kept repeating that our soldiers would be more needed here. And he was right in a way.

Our units retreated, their path ran through the village. A company remained at its edge, covering the withdrawal of its own. This is where the boy came in. They wanted to kick him out - but it wasn't there. Vasek turned out to be an indispensable assistant, nimble and dexterous. He brought ammunition and did not even seem to get tired.

... Ours are gone. More and more enemy planes circled over the village. And once Vasya saw an air battle: several "Messers" landed on our plane and knocked it out. The car fell behind the village, not far away. Vasya was one of the first to come running: the pilot was alive. The boy dragged him to the nurse's house. Helped to look after, wore products. And when the pilot (Viktor Petrovich Grigoriev) recovered, he saw him out of the village at night and said goodbye. In parting, the fighter gave the boy a cap.

... The fire victims were occupied by the Nazis. Vasek really wanted to contact the partisans. But while the essence and the matter, he did not sit idly by, he acted on his own. I sawed the piles of the rural bridge alone at night, pulled out the metal brackets. And unnoticed by anyone, he disappeared. The next morning, the whole village was talking about partisan sabotage, thanks to which the fascist armored personnel carrier failed.

There is also such a fact in Vasya's biography: the enemies turned the school into their headquarters. And Vasya saved the banner of his pioneer squad from there! After all, the boy himself was a standard-bearer in the pre-war period. Who, if not him, knows how expensive the banner is? He sat in ambush all day long, waiting for the office where the relic stood to be empty. And waited! He climbed in the window so quietly that no one noticed. In one hand he held a grenade - in case of failure. But luckily it didn't work...

The time has come - Vasya found the way to partisan detachment Alexander Petrovich Balabay. Became a scout. And in order not to arouse suspicion, he got a job with the Nazis as a stoker. He began to work so regularly that he not only worked on stoves, but also cleaned at the headquarters every day. They saw him with a rag, then with a broom. He brought such cleanliness - any-expensive! True, he was in no hurry to please the enemies, he kept, so to speak, a passionless mine. Like, you just really want to eat, that's why it works. And when did he manage to transmit information, and even put up leaflets? By the way, I adapted one right on the door of the commandant's office. The fact that he studied German at school and knew many words also helped the boy.

It was thanks to Vasya's information that the detachment raided the enemy in December 1941. More than a hundred Nazis were destroyed that night!

Soon Vasya began to notice that they began to watch him. Prepared to disappear, but did not have time. One day he was summoned to the commandant's office. True, the enemies doubted their guesses, but decided to act. Vasya was offered an exchange: information for life. He takes them out to the partisans - they don't touch him for this. Vasya agreed. The campaign was scheduled for the next night, until that moment the boy was locked up. Yes, they did not guess that Vasya had a lot of information. No wonder he cleaned everywhere he could. He knew that these days the policemen were preparing an ambush. And I guessed that in the dark the Nazis orient themselves poorly on the ground. Two deaths cannot happen, but one cannot be avoided. Dying is so right...

The courage of the city takes, as you know. I took it this time. In the darkness, the Nazis mistook the policemen for partisans - after all, they spoke Russian. And Vasya at the very beginning of the battle safely disappeared ...

There is evidence that this did not happen quite so. That the fascists, not yet suspecting a partisan in Vasya, and seeing in him only a diligent worker, began to ask if he knew the area well. And Vasya himself volunteered to lead the punishers to the partisans. How it actually happened is now unknown. But the result is the same: the boy outwitted the enemies, and then disappeared.

Now he lived in a detachment, engaged in subversive activities. The enemies already realized that a partisan was working for them, they were looking for Vasya. But to no avail.

... The time has come - both the village of Pogoreltsy and the region were cleared of the enemy. No matter how Vasily asked to leave with the soldiers, they did not take him. Left at home. An order is an order, you must obey. Only a few weeks later Vasily came to the draft board and asked to go to the front. And so he ended up in a sabotage group, which was part of the First Ukrainian Partisan Division. Vasya was already an experienced fighter, often went on missions and reconnaissance. The front rolled back to the west, and in the Belarusian forests the Nazis regrouped their forces, preparing to strike. Intelligence was needed constantly. And one task became fatal for Vasya: his group stumbled upon enemies, significantly outnumbered.

Author of the story - Yakov Davidzon, chronicler partisan formation Sidor Artemyevich Kovpak and his successor Pyotr Petrovich Vershigora, who later left us a unique memoir about the activities of Soviet partisans "People with a clear conscience". The story is about Vasily Korobko, who joined the detachment at the age of 14, successfully fought as part of the detachment against the Nazis, and at the age of 15 became the commander of the demolition detachment.

The uniqueness of this young man is the same as that of the young pilot-Hero Grasshopper described by Leonid Bykov, who at the age of 18 became the squadron commander of the air regiment. According to the members of Vasya Korobka's detachment, he knew how to appear and disappear unnoticed and, most importantly, he always did it on time.
A rare skill brought up by one of the most adequate fighters of the unit.
After all, the commander in general, as such, even if only of one unit, is the most adequate fighter in the unit, able to organize comrades and do everything that is always necessary and on time in a war. You can also find references to the life and military feat of Vasya Korobko in the memoirs of S.A. Kovpak, in the memoirs of P.P. Vershigora, as well as episodes in the trilogy film "The Thought of Kovpak".
So, actually the story of Yakov Davidzon.

The guys ran out to the edge. At different ends of the village huts were on fire. Soldiers in hated uniforms ran through the streets and yards. So the war broke into the native village of Vasya Korobko ...
Vasya was awakened by the sun. Its beam, breaking through the thick branches, burned his forehead, and Vasya moved aside. But I didn't want to sleep anymore. He raised himself on his elbows and looked around. The guerrillas fell and fell asleep where they were overwhelmed by fatigue. Nodding and sentry, but Vasya was not worried. They were in such a thicket that the Germans would hardly dare to scour here. True, we must not forget that among their accomplices there are policemen from local residents. But this forest world was so beautiful, the air was so sweet and transparent, that I did not even want to allow thoughts of betrayal.
- Go to sleep, - suggested Korobko, inaudibly approaching the sentry.
- I dozed off, - the submachine gunner shook his head guiltily. - Forgive me ...
I dreamed about the house ... as if I was standing on the porch in the early, early morning ... and the sun was rising from behind the river ... I waved my arms and took off ... I was flying higher and higher ...
- Okay, sleep. Tell me where you got to.
Vasya went to his backpack. Carefully removed a mine of a new design, only recently delivered from big land. He looked at it, brushed off the adhering leaf. These few kilograms of explosives, thought Korobko, could save the lives of dozens of our fighters. It is necessary, very necessary, that the mine derailed the military echelon today!
For almost two years he lived in the forest. The forest became his home, family, school, and going out to the operation alternated with short respite. But all the same, one cannot get used to the whistle of bullets, just as one cannot forget all the terrible things that the Nazis brought to our land.
“Well, Vasily, it’s time to get up,” said the elderly partisan Mitrofan Koroy. Vasya loved to walk with him - the Korona machine gun scribbled without a miss, and the machine gunner himself knew no fear. There are such people - they themselves seek death, and death flees from them. Korop had no one left alive - the Nazis shot both old parents and small children as hostages.
“Let them sleep some more,” Vasya said. “I think, Uncle Mitrofan, I’ll go out to railway through the swamp.
- If you mean the Black Gate ... - Korop shook his head. - A dead place. You won't get through there even during the day with fire, but at night ... We'll disappear for nothing.
- Since they call the Black Gate, it means that once people passed. We will also find the path. Otherwise, you won't get to the line! They are guarding, as if they are going to take Hitler himself!
...Probably at least an hour passed, and they were able to overcome a hundred meters.
Korobko sat on a hummock in the middle of a swamp, wet from head to toe. One boot
remained in the quagmire of the Black Gati, the wet padded jacket seemed heavy as lead.
The partisans rested in silence.
“Is it really wrong, is it really not possible to get to the railway? It can be seen that is why the Germans do not keep permanent posts here ... "-
Korobko thought.
- You need to return, Vasya, - Korop advised. - You can still have time to go to the "piece of iron" in another place ...
- To get a bullet in the forehead?! - Korobko did not agree. - Let's go here ... that is, or rather, I'll go. Korop, come on.

What are you thinking?
- I didn't think of anything. I have an order from the commander, and I must fulfill it! I'll go alone.
- Are we going to sit and watch?
- This is really a dead place, Uncle Mitrofan, - said Korobko. - Therefore, I will try to complete the task myself.
- No, give it up, - Korop said harshly. - Either no one, or everyone. I also found a hero!
And such disapproval sounded in the partisan's voice that Vasya felt hot with shame. I wanted to say that it was not boyish arrogance that made him make such a decision. When he went headlong into the water and almost suffocated in the rotten slurry, he realized that there really was no way to get through here. Miraculously escaping death, Vasya was frightened. It's good that none of the comrades noticed his condition!
- Okay. Let the volunteers come with me...
“And we are all volunteers here,” came the reply.
And again Vasya had to blush because of his words.
...They passed through the swamp. Still, Korobko could not foresee one thing - the swamp approached the embankment itself, and there was nowhere to hide. Vasya easily imagined what would happen five minutes after the explosion. The guards will rush to the place of sabotage from two sides. The partisans will either have to lay down their heads here - on the embankment, or drown in the swamp.
- Deeds ... - Korop drawled.
Korobko frantically searched for a way out of the situation. Of course, it was possible, until the guards discovered them, to leave the same way. But then the echelons will roll to the front ...

Listen to my command! - Korobko ordered. - Everyone move to the right
along the railroad!
- The Germans are there, guards, - Korop said quietly.
- The task, - as if not having heard the voice of the partisan, continued Korobko, -
Get as close as possible to the guards and disguise yourself. I'll stay
here, mine. After the explosion, the guards will rush here. Don't shoot until she
does not pass you by. Hit in the back, unexpectedly!
He did not say a word about himself, but each of the six partisans of the sabotage group understood that Korobko had one chance in a hundred to get out alive. But here no one could violate the order. The commander was a commander for that, in order to have the right to risk himself.
They crawled away into the darkness, and Vasya did not hear a sound. "Great!" he praised them mentally.
Brightened up a bit. Damp air blew in from the swamp. Vasya climbed up the embankment. I dug a hole with a knife. Carefully planted a mine. I checked the fuse. Then he put his ear to the rail and listened. It seemed to him that the rail vibrated a little audibly. ...When a heavy locomotive reared up and fell on its side, a bright flame suddenly burst out of the furnace and illuminated the picture of the crash. Guns and tanks rolled down from the open platforms, tearing off their fastenings, the officer's carriage was crushed, and sheets of iron, some kind of boards climbed up. Ammunition was exploding at the tail of the train.
Vasya was hit by an explosive wave, covered with earth. Stunned, half-blinded, Korobko ran to his own. There was already a fight going on. The guerrillas fired on the guards.
The Nazis pursued the bombers for a long time and stubbornly, and there was a moment when it seemed they would not be able to escape. But behind the Nazis there was frequent shooting, and they themselves were forced to flee. When it was over with the pursuers, Korobko saw Fyodor Ivanovich Korotkov, the commander of the Popudrenko formation, coming out from behind the trees.
- Allow me to report, comrade commander! asked Korobko.
- Wait to report! Nurse to me!
When the orderly arrived, Korotkov ordered:
- Bandage the wounded!
And only after that he allowed:
Now you can report...
I will always remember our last meeting with Vasya Korobko. We've already connected with the parts Soviet army. I said to Alexei Fedorovich Fedorov:
- Vasya Korobko needs to study, Alexey Fedorovich. Recommend him to the Suvorov School.
"You're talking business," Fyodorov agreed.
In the evening, Korobko burst into the hut where my camp "photo lab" was located. I did not have time to say a word to him, as he flew up to me, grabbed my tunic and pulled it with force. He shouted:
- Why, why did you say that to the commander?! I want to fight! As long as there is at least one living fascist on earth, I have no peace!
... Korobko did get his way. He joined the formation of the Hero of the Soviet Union Pyotr Vershigora and in 1944 died a hero's death. Vasily Korobko then barely turned sixteen. His feats were marked by the orders of Lenin and the Red Banner.

The partisan fate of a sixth-grader from the village of Pogoreltsy, Semyonovsky district, Chernihiv region, turned out to be unusual. He received his baptism of fire in the summer of 1941. The front came close to the village of Pogoreltsy. On the outskirts, covering the retreat of our units, the company held the defense. Vasily brought cartridges to the fighters. Consciously remained in the occupied territory. From the school building occupied by the Nazis, he saved the pioneer banner of the squad. Once, at my own peril and risk, I sawed the piles of the bridge, pulled out the metal brackets holding its structures. The very first fascist armored personnel carrier that drove onto this bridge collapsed from it and went out of order. Then Vasya became a partisan. On the instructions of the command of the detachment, he became a scout, getting a job as a stoker and cleaner in the Nazi headquarters. Everything that Vasily learned became known to the partisans.
Somehow, the punishers demanded from Korobko that he lead them to the forest, from where the partisans made sorties. And Vasily led the Nazis to a police ambush. The Nazis, mistaking them for partisans in the dark, opened furious fire, killed many policemen and themselves suffered heavy losses. Vasya Korobko fought in the partisan unit named after Nikolai Nikitovich Popudrenko (one of the organizers and leaders of the party underground and partisan movement in Ukraine, secretary of the Chernigov underground regional committee of the Communist Party (Bolsheviks) of Ukraine, commander of a partisan formation. Heroically died in July 1943 in battle with superior enemy forces). Vasily Korobko became an excellent demolition man, took part in the destruction of nine echelons with manpower and equipment of the enemy. The exploits of Vasily Korobko are noted