From Stalingrad to the Dnieper. Abdulin Mansur

If you can say “lucky” about a person who is seriously wounded and commissive, then Mansur Abdulin is the lucky one. He was lucky that, having got to the front in the fall of the bloody 1942, he began to fight in a division of 82-mm mortars battalion, the calculation of which was located 100 meters from the front edge. He was lucky that he stored for a whole year, while the life expectancy of the infantryman was from two weeks in the offensive to a month in defense. He participated in such key operations of the Red Army as “Uranus”, “Ring”, “Rumyantsev”, Kursk defensive, having traveled from the mortar to the Komsomol of the battalion. He was lucky that, having received a severe wound, he was quickly evacuated from the battlefield, and highly professional doctors kept his leg. This is a book of a man who was lucky, a book about the trials that fell on his lot, about people who shared the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeats, about the heavy and bloody soldier's work.