Book: The road to space

A lot of grief fell on us. And not only we - the whole village was washed with tears: after all, in every family, the Nazis drove someone into captivity.

Our house has now been chosen by a seasoned fascist from Bavaria. His name, I think, was Albert. He was charging batteries for cars and could not stand us children. I remember that once the younger brother Borya came up to his workshop out of curiosity, and he grabbed him by the scarf tied around his neck, and hung him on an apple branch on this scarf. I hung it up and whinnied like a stallion.

In the morning, German vehicles with soldiers, tanks and cannons went through the village in a continuous stream. This was no longer the same army that had recently moved east. As we later learned, the remnants of the SS division, crushed near Moscow, were moving past us.

Every work, large or small, if it is done for the benefit of mankind, is noble. I'm happy that there is a share of it.

For a flight into space looking for warm hearts, quick wits, nerves of steel, indomitable will, fortitude, vigor, vitality. Wanted future astronaut could navigate and not get lost in a complex environment of flight, to respond quickly to its changes and to take in all cases only the right decisions.

"The time will come, and our astronauts brought from the moon to Earth samples of local rock," we wrote in the combat sheet.
We passionately believe that people will penetrate into space with great speed circled around the Earth, and then will come the exciting of starts to the moon, to Mars, to Venus...

With the advent of the child in the home has increased worries. Only a young father could understand the pleasure of bathing in warm water your little, helpless child, to swaddle it, to carry arms, to whisper immediately invented lullaby. <...> The poet was right when he wrote: "I love it when in the house there are children and when at night they cry."

I've always loved the banners. They are as imperishable pages of the book, which forever recorded feats of legend, which many generations will read the history of our country.

... will, - is primarily the ability to control their behavior, control their actions, the ability to overcome any difficulties, with the least expenditure of forces to perform assigned tasks.

Man is afraid of change, but also loves them.

What a colorful and beautiful our planet is, if you look at it from above! Trees and bushes seem low, flush with the grass; huge slices of rye bread blackened plowed collective farm fields; visible to the road grader; clearly emerges each path, herds of cows and cowherd boys with his nose to the sky. Once I was like them, skinned knees and often had a bloody nose, dreaming of fairy wings, she developed a thirst for the unknown and finally took off, that flight filled me with pride, gave meaning to my life.

No city in the world with such a rich revolutionary history, as Leningrad. Everything here reminds about the fight. And the walls of the fortress, and cast iron bridges over the Neva, and the case of the former Putilov factory where my grandfather worked Timofei Matveev. <...> In this city worked Pushkin, Gogol, Dostoevsky... Here on the Senate square, Tsar's troops fired buckshot on the Decembrists... At the Winter Palace Sunday in January 1905, Tsar shot workers...
Having been in Leningrad, we became wiser and spiritually richer. It's one thing to read in books about how he took Winter, and more - to see the arch of the former General staff that the red guards started to attack, to go through the Palace square, and visit the halls of the Winter, where it was arrested by Kerensky's Provisional government...

From discipline to heroism - one step.

Staying all alone, people are usually always thinking about the past stirs my life.