Суровый мужчина в фуражке набекрень, сверлящий вас взглядом с этого шедевра в стиле стимпанк, — мой дед Леша. Он был военным механиком. Сразу после начала ВОВ его отправили в танковые войска. Когда дед Леша ушел на фронт, моему отцу было 2 года и 3 месяца, но ему всегда хотелось верить, что он помнит, как сидел с папой в грузовике и
The no-nonsense guy with his hat cocked back glaring at you from this steampunk masterpiece is my grandfather Lyosha. He was a military mechanic and got assigned to a tank corps immediately after Germany invaded the Soviet Union on 22 June 1941. My dad was 2 years 3 months old when grandpa Lyosha went to war, but he liked to think that he remembered being on the same truck as Dad, going some place, perhaps even to see him off. Grandpa Lyosha was killed in action somewhere near Leningrad in 1942. Grandmother Olya was on occupied territory and didn“t learn of his death until two years later. When I was a kid, she still kept his tank helmet from before the war in an old suitcase. I haven”t seen the suitcase in ages, but perhaps I can still find the helmet.