baghramyan raised the born boy as his own son, and soon he and tamara had a daughter , margarita.from a letter to his wife. don't worry about me and don't grieve. i feel good and cheerful. i cope with work, i work on... please, write more often, because your letters are a great joy to me. having received the letter, his wife decided that she should be there and went to the front to see him. for ivan , his beloved's arrival was a real holiday. he learned from her that their son had also been at the front since the first day of the war. unlike many of his fellow military leaders, bagramyan never had any girlfriends at the front. all his thoughts were only about his wife and children. with tamara's name on his lips, he went into battle. at the victory parade on june 24, 1945, he led the combined regiment of the first baltic front, with his wife and daughter watching him from the guest stand. tamara. he outlived his tamara by 9 years, but despite this, until the last day of his life, marshal baghramyan continued to write her notes declaring his love, never having come to terms with he

ivan khristoforovich baghramyan. the tv news agency presents. in the public domain, we have no secrets from our people. there is nothing more precious than human life, there is nothing more terrible than the fate of the inhabitants of the village of khatyn. after the war, there was no one to rebuild the huts in these villages, in memory of the villages that no more. even on the maps in khatyn a memorial cemetery of villages was built. people came from all over belarus. they brought with them pain ashes. i ask you to lay the foundation of the earth you brought turbulent for eternal storage in this kapinsky memorial. i was born in the village of khatyn, to avoid a terrible fate, i was helped by a simple chance, when i returned, i heard the groans screams of those who remained forever here in this very place, i knew that everyone remained here. mother, father, four sisters, this is for them today, yesterday tomorrow the bells of khatyn will ring, allow me to fulfill my humble duty, to light a torch, from which the eternal flame in khatyn will flare