Homework, 1/II (1st February 1944)
The essay “Lifting the siege of Leningrad"
page 1You can't put on paper everything that happened in our hearts on this momentous day. [whatever the age, be it an adult or a child - crossed out by the teacher]
page 2We'd been waiting for it for so long. Finally, this beautiful day arrived on January 27, 1944. Even now, as I write these words, it feels like it's happening this very moment.
On January 27, 1944, we heard the long-awaited voice of the radio announcer. He said that at 7:40 p.m., an important message from Leningrad would be broadcast. The announcer declared that the siege of Leningrad had been completely lifted, and we Leningraders would no longer hear those hateful sounds of artillery attacks. Stalin congratulated all Leningraders and the soldiers of the Leningrad Front. As I listened to those words, it seemed to me that we kids of Leningrad had helped bring victory closer.
They also announced that Leningrad would salute at 8:00 p.m. with 24 volleys from 324 guns.
page 3This news was even more joyous! I ran to my grandmother, sat her down at the table, grabbed a piece of paper, and drew the city of Leningrad as a dot. Then I drew a circle around it to show the German siege and explained it all to her. Next, I crossed out the circle, leaving just the “city,” and said: “That's it—the blockade is over!”
My grandmother burst into tears, remembering her two sons who had been killed at the front. My own eyes filled with tears as I thought of my father, who, for the sake of us Leningrad children and today's happiness, had died — probably blocking the way to Leningrad with his tank.
Suddenly, a sound of a doorbell ringing interrupted my thoughts. It was my friend Lera Rumyantseva and the girls from the yard, Galya Prokofieva and Zina Bodyulina. We helped Grandma get dressed and went out. Lera and I ran ahead, with Grandma
page 4following behind. We stopped at the Pioneer Palace. Suddenly, the first volley shook the air, and fireworks of every color lit up the sky.
Leningraders smiled—many wept tears of joy. We children felt such pride in our parents, who had fought so bravely at the front and on the home front. The salute ended, and we went home happy. Thus ended the happiest evening of January 27, 1944.