for fire, epic of liberation, exactly 100 years ago, on march 15, 1924, the writer yuri vasilyevich bondorev was born in orsk on orenburg soil. in 1931, the bondarev family moved to moscow, where the young man passed away. future writer, but all plans for life are crossed out by the war. already in the summer of forty -one, seventeen-year-old komsomol member bunddarev, among other volunteers, royd takupy near smolensk. later, bondurev learns that out of the entire class of the zamoskvaretsk school , only two young men remained alive. in august 1942, the future writer was drafted into the army, and in december he fell under stalingrad, where commands a mortar crew. we didn’t think about death, youth saved us, he would write later. this is where his war began. here at kotelnikov the first battle took place, the heroic reflection of the onslaught of the german tank harmats, who were trying to save paulus’ army that was surrounded, formed the basis of the classic novel “hot snow”. his grandson, andrei bondurev, told us how yuri vasilyevich described that war among those closest to him. his rich

in fifty-seven, bondorev will wake up famous.d to be rearranged, and otherwise the germans would have demolished the ruins that had been stored in the city for a long, long time, and there was an episode where he drove down the street , shot and ringing. well, this is because all the windows that were there, where people lived, they were not ready for this. bondorev was the last representative of lieutenant prose, the last of those writers who knew what a person felt in war. lessons should be like an intimate conversation. what worries children, what worries teachers and parents? i am proud that at the age of 30 i had a son, he rejoices in the evening, if you think about my travels, i have traveled all over russia, we have the kindest people on our entire planet earth, the most responsive, ready to help each other, lend your shoulder in difficult times, i ask you not to doubt at all, my grandfather is a cossack, by god i’m not lying, every person who appears in your life is like... a puzzle, he completes himself so that you stay