Konstantinov, the fallout against the tigers, read online. Russia, the near future. Natalia

The author expresses his deep gratitude for the help in writing the novel to the permanent participants of the forum "In the Whirlwind of Times" (forum.amahrov.ru) Konstantin Shchelkov, Nikolai Pakulin, Alexander Kulkin, Alexander Voronkov, Sergey Akimov, Andrey Kolganov, Boris Kaminsky, Nikolai Toskin, Evgeny Popov , Sergey Kokorin and all others who wished to remain anonymous.

Special thanks go to Andrei Turobov for his titanic work on proofreading the text, Alexey Makhrov for constructive criticism, Olga Ambartsumova for her comments and support. The author expresses special gratitude to Oleg Tarugin for his help in writing individual episodes, and most importantly, for the moral support, thanks to which this book took place at all.

Author's foreword

When writing this book, the author used memories of real events of real participants in the Great patriotic war... In the text of the book, the names of the real participants in the events have been changed for ethical reasons, but the author considers it necessary to mention the real names of the heroes who gave their lives for the Motherland.

So, the episode dedicated to the battle in Rovno on June 28, 1941, was written on the basis of the records found by P. Abramov and A. Golikov. In the book they are shown under the names Vasily Oskin and Mikhail Petrov.

The episode, dedicated to the confrontation of the KV tank against the tank group of Colonel Routh, was written using the recollections of the commander of the 4th Panzer Combat Group of the 6th Panzer Division of the 41st Motorized Army Corps of the Wehrmacht (Kampfgruppe Raus), Colonel E. Routh. The crew of the KV-1 heavy tank died five kilometers from Raseiniai, near the village of Dainiai. These are Ershov Pavel Egorovich, Smirnov V.A. ( full name and patronymic unknown), a warrior with the initials Sh.N.A. and three more people, who could not be identified. It is only known that out of the six killed, two were officers. They are now buried near the Dainiai village.

The episode of the destruction of "tigers" by tanks "Valentine" is described in the memoirs of Nikolai Yakovlevich Zheleznov; unfortunately, the names of the tankers who took part in this operation are unknown. It is only known that they were soldiers of the 7th motorcycle battalion of the 30th Ural Volunteer Tank Corps of the 4th Tank Army. This happened on March 23 or 24, 1944 in the area of the city of Skalat.

Prologue

Russia, the near future, 11 years before the events described

- Gentlemen-comrades, I have very unpleasant news for you. Our project is closed.

The chief said something else, but the meaning of everything that was said eluded Vitka, although he honestly tried to concentrate. How is it - closed ?! It can't be! And why is everyone reacting so calmly ?! It was he, Vitek, who joined the team last, but the rest ... After all, we can say that the project is a brainchild they fostered! And the main one - the main one is also calm! Just damn calm! This is not good! Here, Vitka, his father was also so calm, calm, when raiders "ran over" to his firm, and then suddenly bam! - and a heart attack ...

He raised his hand.

- What did you want to ask, Vitenka?

Only the chief called him Vitenka. Before - only the father, and now - only the chief, for everyone else he was Vitko. No, he will not allow that with the boss - like with a father ...

- In view of the futility and - excessive cost ...

The deputy was busy in his chair. Apparently, he had something to argue about the "futility", and maybe about the "cost".

“… And the lack of appropriate hardware and software facilities,” the chief concluded.

How is it - lack of capacity ?! Are they there - they all went crazy ?! Vitek opened his mouth to ask a sacramental question, but his gaze met the steel-gray eyes of the chief, and his mouth closed by itself, it seems, even without the intervention of the brain.

How could they do that! After all, people - real people, scientists, protectors for their country, real patriots - are not like those who sat in all kinds of "government bodies" - they literally put their whole souls into this project, and they were like this ...

-… they will certainly be employed at the earliest possible moment.

Vitek listened to the beginning of the phrase, but everything was clear and so: they will certainly be employed, and for good positions and with a good salary. Buy. No - already bought. Even if the boss ...

A burning wave of shame filled Vitka's neck, cheeks and ears. He's the last brute if he can So think about the boss.

The chief got up, walked back and forth, waddling slightly from heel to toe, and returned to his place.

- So, gentlemen, this is our meeting ... our last thing I declare the meeting ended.

- Vitenka, will you give me a lift? And then my car will not start.

Vitek nodded reluctantly. He would gladly give a lift to the main one - any other day, but not today. Sitting in the same car with him today and not knowing what to say, trying to maintain a completely meaningless conversation ...

- Sit down, Anatoly Andreevich. And what about the car? Maybe I'll take a look?

The chief with an incomprehensible grin shook his head slightly and sat down in the back seat. In his - official - car, he usually drove in front, next to the driver. And in those few times when Vitka already had a chance to give him a lift (Ivan then drove very serious uncles in civilian clothes who arrived at the office) - too. Why did he sit in the back now? Maybe Vitek didn't see his face? Nonsense: you can clearly see it in the mirror.

- No, Vitenka, thanks. Ivan has already driven her to the service.

The machine is engulfed in flames, the ammunition load is about to explode. And so you want to live, guys. And there is no urine to get out. All tankers go to heaven - because they die like hell, burning alive. All the "hit people" hope to change the course of history, even if it is beyond human strength - but the diesel engine of the "thirty-four" has 500 hp.

From computer game- to the Great Patriotic War! From the laptop screen - behind the turret sight, into the crosshairs of which the armored carcass of the "Tiger" is already crawling. From a tank simulator - to the fighting compartment of a real tank, whether it be the famous "Raseiniai" KV, which alone stopped an entire tank group of the Wehrmacht, the Lend-Lease "Valentine", the serial T-34 or a homemade Odessa ersatz tank on a tractor chassis, which went down in history as "NO" - "Fear!"

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In simple terms, he himself did not merge every time he sat down to play. But that was not so important. He just enjoyed it.

- They're drunk! Look, Bear! What are they doing, huh?

The Fritz really were drunk on the board. They pearled at the defenders of the crossing in full growth, and bawled something at the same time. New gray-green uniforms, brand new submachine guns, insolent faces ... True, faces are not actually visible, but what is the imagination for?

- Eats them to the left! - the person sitting next to him muttered in surprise.

There were two of them in the tank. Two tankers, two cheerful friends... They really are friends - Victor is sure of that. But somehow it didn't work out with fun. I would also like to know the name of my partner. Well, nothing, just a couple of seconds - and he will remember.

He was a driver-mechanic for the first time. Maybe because in this battle everything depended on the driver? No, it’s unlikely - he’s not so great at driving, good, but not super super. Damn, he again confuses warm with soft! Who cares how he drives a car in life! The main thing is how well the levers will obey him, and with this he never had any failures.

And the tank is BT. "Betushka" - in our opinion, and sometimes - "betashka". For the Fritzes - Mickey Mouse. And, no, that's what they only called BT-7, because of the lug-hatches. And this is, most likely, "kopeck piece" - the crew of the "seven" should have three people. Damn, in the deuce - too. At least according to some sites. Why are they just undercomplete, or what? What difference does it make - an additional kit, an incomplete kit. Together they are a whole army. Should be worth it.

A machine gun yaps like a wounded fox. Bullets simply mow down the Fritzes who are climbing ahead, and they are all a twig and twig.

- Well done, Bear!

The name pops up by itself, however, as usual.

And he really is a fine fellow - the field is dotted with figures in the fieldgrau. Of course, not all died, some just lay down, but it turned out pretty well.

A German battery entered the battle on the right. Thirty-sixth "flacs". The caliber of a tank gun is thirty-seven millimeters. Anti-aircraft guns have eighty-eight. No additional explanation was required to understand: enemy infantry is not the main target now. Otherwise, they themselves will become the target. Rather, they have already. It was good that now the Germans were opposed not only by light "Betushki" and "twenty-sixes", but also by heavy "three-four".

- Mishka, fry them!

The cannon barked, then again and again; the viewing slit was covered with smoke. When it dissipated, it became clear that not everyone was as lucky as they were. On the right burned "Betushka" with the side number seven hundred and thirty-eight, the flame licked the slanting tower. But, engulfed in fire and dark yellow smoke, he still continued to move, like a giant torch. I wonder if the guys inside see at least something or move like that, blindly? Or maybe they have already been killed, and the tank is moving simply by inertia?

Breathe in fresh air- at least one tiny little sip! Let it be a city one filled with exhaust gases, but not this one, which, even if you try to breathe in deeply, gets stuck in a lump in your throat and does not want to go any further.

Yes. You still moisten yourself a handkerchief with perfume and put it to your nose. Prynts ... I want to cough, but coughing is scary and painful, my lungs seem to be burning, and my throat seems to have burned out a long time ago ...

He pulled a lever, turning the car to the left. Something banged out behind them, and the tank almost jumped.

The bear turned pale and - Victor noticed it out of the corner of his eye - crossed himself. It didn't reach him yet, and his partner explained:

- The guys' ammunition detonated. Rest in peace to them.

For a second I thought: those who are now burning in their light tank - whether dead or still alive - go straight to heaven. Straight to god. Regardless of which of the gods they believed in during their lifetime and whether they believed at all. Or maybe not only the burning ones, but all the soldiers who fell for their native land?

- Vasya, don't sleep!

He nodded obediently. The bear is not sleeping - the dear cannon now and then barks, drowning out the enemy anti-aircraft guns. The partner coughs harshly, as if trying to cough out disobedient lungs that do not want to filter the air, which is difficult to call air.

Crackling in the headphones; someone is trying in vain to break through. Someone is shouting something, but Victor hears only separate passages: "... fuck ... yt ... two ... circle ..."

Nothing is heard, but incomprehensible scraps of themselves add up to words, carrying unpleasant news. The Germans bypassed the crossing and burst into the city from two sides at once - from the south and from the east. Now they are surrounded.

Sergey Konstantinov

"Tanks rumbled across the field ..."

"Popadants" against "Tigers"

The author expresses his deep gratitude for the help in writing the novel to the permanent participants of the forum "In the Whirlwind of Times" (forum.amahrov.ru) Konstantin Shchelkov, Nikolai Pakulin, Alexander Kulkin, Alexander Voronkov, Sergey Akimov, Andrey Kolganov, Boris Kaminsky, Nikolai Toskin, Evgeny Popov , Sergey Kokorin and all others who wished to remain anonymous.

Special thanks go to Andrei Turobov for his titanic work on proofreading the text, Alexey Makhrov for constructive criticism, Olga Ambartsumova for her comments and support. The author expresses special gratitude to Oleg Tarutin for his help in writing individual episodes, and most importantly, for the moral support, thanks to which this book took place at all.

When writing this book, the author used memories of real events of real participants in the Great Patriotic War. In the text of the book, the names of the real participants in the events have been changed for ethical reasons, but the author considers it necessary to mention the real names of the heroes who gave their lives for the Motherland.

The episode, dedicated to the confrontation of the KB tank against the tank group of Colonel Routh, was written using the recollections of the commander of the 4th Panzer Combat Group of the 6th Panzer Division of the 41st Motorized Wehrmacht Army Corps (Kampfgruppe Raus), Colonel E. Routh. The crew of the KV-1 heavy tank died five kilometers from Raseiniai, near the village of Dainiai. These are Ershov Pavel Yegorovich, Smirnov V.A. (full name and patronymic unknown), a warrior with the initials Sh. N. A and three more people, who could not be identified. It is only known that out of the six killed, two were officers. They are now buried near the Dainiai village.

Russia, the near future,

11 years before the events described

Comrades, gentlemen, I have very unpleasant news for you. Our project is closed.

He raised his hand.

What did you want to ask, Vitenka?

Only the chief called him Vitenka. Before - only the father, and now - only the chief, for everyone else he was Vitko. No, he will not allow that with the boss - like with a father ...

In view of the futility and excessive cost ...

The deputy was busy in his chair. Apparently, he had something to argue about the "futility", and maybe about the "cost".

“… And the lack of appropriate hardware and software capacities,” the chief concluded.

- ... Of course, they will be employed at the very next moment.

A burning wave of shame filled Vitka's neck, cheeks and ears. He's the last brute if he can So think about the boss.

The chief got up, walked back and forth, waddling slightly from heel to toe, and returned to his place.

So, gentlemen, this is our meeting ... our last thing I declare the meeting ended.

Vitenka, will you give me a lift? And then my car will not start.

Sit down, Anatoly Andreevich. And what about the car? Maybe I'll take a look?

No, Vitenka, thanks. Ivan has already driven her to the service.

For about five minutes they were silent: the chief, apparently, was busy with his thoughts, and Vitek - he was simply afraid of the moment when the chief would be distracted from his thoughts and start a conversation.

Listen, Victor. - The chief suddenly leaned forward, - Let's leave your car somewhere and let's go and sit in some quiet place.

Let's celebrate? - Vitek chuckled and immediately regretted: the chef's face, and so not distinguished by excessive "fleshiness", suddenly became completely dry and hard: cheekbones were sharply defined, eyes and cheeks sunken ...

Let's celebrate, Vitenka, we'll celebrate. Moreover, there is something. I'm going to open a new company here - I need to do something.

A firm ?! So the boss doesn't care about the "Merge" either ?!

to me very I want to sit with you, Vitenka, - pressing on "very", said the chief, then added in a completely different tone, almost pleading: - We haven't talked heart to heart for so long ... Let's go in, eh? We will remember your father ...

Vitek, already ready to refuse, suddenly nodded, himself not understanding what was pushing him to this: the mention of his father, with whom the chief had been friends a long time ago, his pleading tone, which Vitka had never heard before, or ... Or , insane hope that maybe this is not the end ?!

Let's.

Listen, Victor ... Will you come to my firm to work? Just answer quickly. If you believe me.

The menu and wine list have been pushed aside.

Work? And what kind of company? What will he do? What salary? And how can he believe, now, after the chief has betrayed his own brainchild?

Do you believe it? - for some reason the chief clarified.

Vitek nodded.

Then order, and then I'll tell you something interesting. It's good that you believe, Vitenka. It is very good. Then ... then we can do it.

I didn't feel like eating, but listening to the main one, Vitek did not notice how he emptied almost all the plates - the main one never touched the food.

- ... Can you imagine? He looks at me as if he is about to finish his sentence - and will order me to be shot, and says: “My dear Anatoly Andreevich! Of course, I cannot order you, I can only recommend - so I recommend. Highly recommend. Your project will not lead to anything good, and you - in the first place. "

And what is all? So take it - and that's it ... cross it out?

The chief was silent.

It's not for nothing that I asked, Victor, whether you believe me or not. I ... I decided: we will not let the project die. Let us deal with it, so to speak, privately.

In private? - Vitek did not understand. - What about financing?

The chief smiled slyly - and immediately seemed to be ten years younger.

Financing? Money, Vitka, is not the main thing in life. Sorry for the country. I feel sorry for you, young people, and those who go to school, and those who have not yet been born ... I do not want to dwell on this topic for a long time, I have always believed that there is usually nothing behind the abundance of words, but personally I consider myself a patriot. Therefore ... I decided to open a small software company. Less attention will be paid to small ones. And we will open it somewhere further away. For example, beyond the Urals. Do you think, Vitek, the software company is able to feed itself? And the project?

Well, if an intelligent person takes it, he will be able to, ”Vitek predicted carefully.

The chief grinned openly.

Sensible, sensible ... I'll take it myself. And I invite you to be the head of the software development department. How can you handle it?

Vitek almost suffocated.

The boss? But I ...

Young and inexperienced? the chief asked harshly. - Youth quickly passes, and you will gain experience if you want. I need a person who, firstly, will believe in the project - just as I believe in it, and secondly - whom I can trust. So?

Special thanks go to Andrei Turobov for his titanic work on proofreading the text, Alexey Makhrov for constructive criticism, Olga Ambartsumova for her comments and support. The author expresses special gratitude to Oleg Tarugin for his help in writing individual episodes, and most importantly, for the moral support, thanks to which this book took place at all.

The episode, dedicated to the confrontation of the KV tank against the tank group of Colonel Routh, was written using the recollections of the commander of the 4th Panzer Combat Group of the 6th Panzer Division of the 41st Motorized Army Corps of the Wehrmacht (Kampfgruppe Raus), Colonel E. Routh. The crew of the KV-1 heavy tank died five kilometers from Raseiniai, near the village of Dainiai. These are Ershov Pavel Yegorovich, Smirnov V.A. (full name and patronymic unknown), a warrior with the initials Sh. N.A. and three more people, who could not be identified. It is only known that out of the six killed, two were officers. They are now buried near the Dainiai village.