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Main character the story “Son of the Regiment” - the boy Vanya Solntsev. During the Great Patriotic War He was left an orphan and wandered for a long time through the territory occupied by the Germans until he was picked up in the forest by scouts returning from a mission. They liked the smart boy, whom the scouts nicknamed “shepherd,” so much that they decided to keep him and train him to be a scout. But Captain Enakiev was against the child being in the combat area, and he ordered Vanya to be sent to the rear.

But on the way to the rear, Vanya ran away from the scout Bidenko accompanying him, and when he managed to find him and tied him to himself with a rope, Vanya ran away from him again. After that, he returned independently and, having met with Captain Enakiev, managed to create such an impression about himself that the captain allowed him to stay with the scouts and put the boy on full army pay.

Soon after this, Vanya persuaded the scouts to take him with them on a mission, assuring them that he knew these places very well and would lead the scouts to any place. Since the boy's uniform was not yet ready, and he still looked like a shabby peasant boy, the scouts agreed. At first, everything went according to plan - Vanya scouted the area, then returned and the scouts moved forward with him. But they did not know that the young scout secretly grabbed a compass and tried to sketch German positions in the margins of an old primer. An enemy patrol caught him doing this. The boy was captured, but did not betray anyone, and soon the offensive of our troops began, and Vanya returned safely to his unit.

After this incident, Captain Enakiev took the boy from the scouts, deciding to start raising him. He assigned him to the artillerymen so that the student could gradually learn the work of the entire artillery crew. At first, Vanya carried spent cartridges away from the gun, then they began to trust him with more complex work.

Captain Enakiev, whose family died at the very beginning of the war, decided to adopt the boy and wrote a report about this to the command. Vanya continued to master artillery. The fighting was already taking place on German territory, when during one of these battles the enemy brought reserves into action, including tanks. Captain Enakiev, realizing the complexity of the situation, sent Vanya with a report to headquarters, and he himself died during the difficult battle.

He managed to write suicide note, in which he asked that the boy be raised to be a real officer. By decision of the command, Vanya Solntsev was sent to the Suvorov Military School. He was accompanied to his place of study by the same scout Bidenko, from whom the boy initially managed to escape twice. This time they reached their destination safely and parted like old comrades. For Vanya Solntsev a new and important stage his life is training in the military profession.

This is the summary of the story.

The main idea of the story “Son of the Regiment” is that even in harsh war time nothing human was alien to our soldiers. They took a lively part in fate little boy and considered him the son of their regiment, taking every possible care and trying to raise him to be a real warrior. The story “Son of the Regiment” teaches you to be persistent and responsible when performing any tasks. Vanya showed initiative and took a compass for reconnaissance, although he was supposed to pretend to be a simple village boy. This self-will almost cost him his life. Only the beginning of the offensive allowed Vanya to avoid death.

In the story “Son of the Regiment” I liked Captain Enakiev. This is a real officer, completely devoted to his work. And, at the same time, this is a person who cares about his subordinates. He fell in love with Vanya as if he were his own son, and in a moment of danger, under the pretext of carrying out an assignment, he sent the boy away from the combat zone, thereby saving his life.

What proverbs fit the story “Son of the Regiment”?

The commander's order is law for us.
If you want to win the war, work twice as hard.
War is a harsh school.

The war took away Vanya's entire family, leaving him an orphan, and he had to go through many trials before he could get to the scouts' camp. After an unsuccessful attempt to send the child to Orphanage, Captain Enakiev decided to raise him as the son of the regiment. The boy reminded the captain of his deceased son, and he was ready to officially adopt the child.

During a serious battle, the captain cunningly sent Vanya with a task invented on the fly, while his entire unit and he himself died. Before his death, the man managed to scribble a note in which he asked to be buried on Soviet soil and to appoint the boy as an officer. The scouts all gathered together the son of the regiment, Vanya Solntsev, on the journey, gave him the shoulder straps of the deceased captain as a souvenir, and took him to school.

The author in his work showed real, living people who fell into the meat grinder of the Great Patriotic War, but managed to remain human. The soldiers, who see the death of their comrades every day, treated the defenseless child, who was left an orphan, with boundless kindness and took him in. Courage, love for the Motherland, the ability to sacrifice oneself for the sake of a common cause - all these qualities are inherent in both adult officers and a 13-year-old child.

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Scouts in the forest heard strange sounds and, going a little further, found an exhausted child crying in his sleep. Waking up from the light and noise, the child jumped up and, in defense, put a sharpened nail forward. The sergeant grabs his hand and says: “Ours,” after which the boy, smiling widely, as if not believing his eyes, faints. It was the boy Vanya, whose father died in the first months of the war, his mother was killed by the Nazis, and his grandmother and sister did not survive the famine. The boy first begged in the villages, then was sent to an isolation ward, where he was seriously ill and somehow survived. The child escaped and wandered in the forests for more than 2 years, trying to reach our units. Vanya was already 12-13 years old, although due to constant hunger and illness he looked like 9 years old. In order not to forget his diploma, the boy carried a tattered primer.

Captain Enakiev, looking at the foundling, immediately remembered his dead relatives: mother, wife and son were killed back in 1941. Meanwhile, Vanya was well fed. He was happy and for the first time felt calm, because he was among people who did not need to be afraid. Despite the soldiers’ requests to take the boy as a guide, since he was well versed in the surrounding area, the commander did not risk leaving the child.

Having learned about this, the boy was very upset and disappointed, because he felt good with the guys, and the soldiers fell in love with the “shepherd boy.” Bidenko was entrusted with the child, ordering him to accompany him to the children's reception center. A day later, Bidenko returned alone in a bad mood: it turned out that the boy, as promised, had run away from him.

They drove a truck, but at a turn Vanya suddenly jumped over the side and disappeared into the trees. Bidenko was able to find the tomboy only when a children's book fell on him: the boy fell asleep while sitting on a branch. They got into the second truck, and this time the soldier tied the boy’s hand with a rope, the other end of which he held tightly in his palm. It was necessary to get some sleep. Bidenko periodically checked the rope, but in the morning he realized that he had been tricked again.

Having met on the way a boy in a field artillery uniform, who had been the “son of the regiment” for the second year already, and having listened to his story, Vanya was convinced that all he had to do was talk to the most important commander and he would be allowed to stay with the scouts. After wandering around the area for two days, the boy accidentally came across Enakiev, but did not recognize him and began to tell his story and complain about the strict captain who did not accept Vanya as his “son.” Enakiev decided to return him to his camp.

Bidenko and Gobunkov were given the task of exploring enemy positions. Without warning the captain, the scouts took Vanya on the mission as a guide. A couple of hours later the boy disappeared. Seeing bridges and fords on the river, he decided to record their location in his primer, but was caught by the Germans. During the interrogation, the boy stubbornly remained silent, despite the fact that the entries in the primer and the Russian compass spoke against him.

Bidenko returned to the camp, Gorbunkov decided to save the boy. The captain, having learned about what had happened, was angry and threatened with a tribunal. But our troops had just begun to attack the fascist units, and as a result of the confusion and hasty retreat of the Germans, Vanya managed to return to the scouts. He was immediately accepted into the “sons of the regiment” and given full allowance.

Vanya strongly reminded Enakiev of his deceased son, and he decided to take up his upbringing, even drawing up a plan for this, and made the boy his contact. Later he admitted that he wanted to officially adopt Vanka.

A difficult battle lay ahead, and the captain was tormented by doubts about the correctness of the chosen plan. Everything really went wrong: our guys were surrounded by enemy forces. The captain was worried about the boy’s life, but he never agreed to leave the battlefield. Then Enakiev wrote some message on a piece of paper, folded it and put it in the shepherd’s pocket, ordering him to urgently convey the message to headquarters.

Having completed the captain’s task, Vanya hurried back. He did not yet suspect that the battle had long been over, and all the soldiers had been killed. Left without ammunition, they desperately fought with shovels, and then Captain Enakiev took the entire blow upon himself. The boy walked around the battle site and saw the dead captain. Tears rolled down the child’s cheeks, and he clung to Bidenko, who came up to him.

A note was found in Yenakiev's pocket. Anticipating his death, he managed to write down a request to bury himself in his native land and raise Vanya Solntsev to be a worthy officer. The soldiers in the entire camp prepared their son for the journey, putting into his bag all the necessary and simply memorable things, bread, salt, tea and the commander’s neatly wrapped shoulder straps. It was up to Bidenko to bring Solntsev to school again. The farewell was painful, and the boy wanted to cry again.

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Plot

A village boy was left an orphan during the war; he managed to cross the front line to find “our people” and fight in the Red Army. The scouts found him in the forest. Captain Enakiev, who lost his family, sees his son in the child, but demands that the boy be taken to the rear and sent to an orphanage. The smart teenager ran away from experienced scouts several times and returned to the unit again.

In the end he was given military uniform, boots, were attached to an artillery piece and Vanya became the “son of the regiment.”

During the offensive, the captain, wanting to save the boy, gave him the order to go with a note to headquarters. There the child learned that his entire unit had died, and in the note the military man asked to take care of Van. At his request, the boy was sent to the Suvorov School.

Conclusion (my opinion)

When it comes hard time, we test ourselves for strength. What are we ready to do for our Motherland, our loved ones, our family? And during the Second World War, thousands of boys and girls stood next to adults to defend the country. They didn't think that they might die. They dreamed only of liberating their country. And today we have no right to forget about their high feat.

Valentin Petrovich Kataev

"Son of the Regiment"

Vanya Solntsev was found by scouts returning from a mission through a damp autumn forest. They heard a “strange, quiet, intermittent sound that was unlike anything,” followed it and came across a shallow trench. A boy slept in it, small and emaciated. The boy cried in his sleep. It was these sounds that attracted the attention of the scouts.

The scouts belonged to the artillery battery, commanded by Captain Enakiev, a conscientious, accurate, prudent and unyielding man. Vanya ended up there. Vanya ended up in the forest, located almost on the front line, after much ordeal. The boy's father died at the beginning of the war. The mother was killed by the Germans, to whom the woman did not want to give her only cow. When grandma and younger sister Vani died of hunger, the boy went to beg in the surrounding villages. He was captured by gendarmes and sent to a children's detention center, where Vanya almost died from typhus and scabies. Having escaped from the detention center, the boy hid in the forests for two years, hoping to cross the front line and get to ours. In the canvas bag of the overgrown and wild Vanya, they found a sharpened nail and a torn primer. Solntsev told the scouts that he was twelve years old, but the boy was so emaciated that he looked no older than nine.

Captain Enakiev could not leave the boy at the battery. Looking at Vanya, he remembered his family. His mother, wife and little son died three years ago during an air raid on the road to Minsk. The captain decided to send the boy to the rear. Vanya Solntsev, unaware of this decision, was blissful. He was accommodated in a wonderful tent with two intelligence officers, Vasily Bidenko and Kuzma Gorbunov, and fed an unusually tasty dish of potatoes, onions and pork stew with spices. The owners of this tent were bosom friends and were famous throughout the battery for their thriftiness and thriftiness. Corporal Bidenko, the “bony giant,” was a Donbass miner. Corporal Gorbunov, a “smooth, well-fed and chubby” hero, worked as a lumberjack in Transbaikalia before the war. Both giants sincerely fell in love with the boy and began to call him a shepherd boy.

Vanya was greatly disappointed when he learned about the captain’s decision! Bidenko, who was considered the most experienced intelligence officer in the battery, was assigned to take the boy to the children's reception center. Bidenko was absent for a day, during which the front line moved far to the west. The corporal appeared gloomy and silent in the new dugout, which the scouts had occupied. After numerous questions, he admitted that Vanya ran away from him. The details of this “unprecedented” escape became known only after some time.

For the first time, Vanya escaped from the corporal, jumping at full speed over the high side of the truck. Bidenko found the boy only in the evening. Vanya did not run from the corporal through the forest, but simply climbed a tall tree. So the scout would not have found the boy if the primer from Vanya’s torn bag had not fallen right on his head. Bidenko caught another ride. Getting into the truck, the scout tied a rope to the boy’s hand, and held the other end tightly in his fist. From time to time, Bidenko woke up and tugged at the rope, but the boy was fast asleep and did not respond. Already in the morning it turned out that the rope was tied not to Vanya’s hand, but to a thick boot, elderly woman- a military surgeon who was also riding in the truck.

Vanya wandered for two days “along some new military roads and units unknown to him, through burnt villages” in search of the coveted scout tent. The fact that he was sent to the rear seemed to the boy a misunderstanding that could easily be resolved, just find that same captain Enakiev. And I found it. Not knowing that he was talking to the captain himself, the boy told him how he escaped from Bidenko and complained that the strict commander Enakiev did not want to accept him as his “son.” The captain brought the boy back to the scouts. “So Vanya’s fate turned out magically three times in such a short time.”

The boy settled with the scouts. Soon, Bidenko and Gorbunkov were given the task: before the battle, to scout out the location of German reserves and find good positions for fire platoons. Without the knowledge of the captain, the scouts decided to take Vanya with them, since he had not yet received his uniform and still resembled a shepherd boy. Vanya knew this area well and was supposed to serve as a guide, but within a few hours the boy disappeared. Vanya decided to take the initiative, and he himself marked the bridges and fords of the small river. He drew the map in his old primer. The Germans caught him doing this. Gorbunov sent his comrade to the unit, and he stayed to help out the shepherd boy. Having learned about such arbitrariness, Captain Enakiev, in a rage, threatened to put the scouts on trial and was going to send a whole detachment to Vanya’s rescue. It would have been bad for the boy if our troops had not launched an offensive. Hastily retreating, the Germans forgot about the young spy, and Vanya again ended up with his own.

After this incident, Vanya was washed in a bathhouse, cut his hair, given uniforms and “put on full pay.” “Vanya had the lucky ability to please people at first sight.” Captain Enakiev also fell for the boy's charm. The scouts loved Vanya too “cheerfully”, and in the captain’s soul the boy awakened deeper feelings - he reminded Yenakiev of his deceased son. The captain decided to “get closely involved with Vanya Solntsev” and appointed the boy as his contact. “With his characteristic thoroughness, Captain Enakiev drew up a plan for the upbringing” of Vanya. First of all, the boy had to “gradually fulfill the duties of all gun crew numbers.” For this purpose, Vanya was assigned as a reserve number to the first gun of the first platoon.

The gunmen already knew everything about the boy and willingly accepted him into their close family. This gun crew was famous not only for the best accordion player in the division, but also for the most skillful gunner Kovalev, Hero Soviet Union. It was from the gunner that Vanya learned that our troops had approached the German border.

Meanwhile, Enakiev's division was preparing for battle. They were supposed to be supported by an infantry division, but Yenakiev did not like something in the plans of his friend, an infantry captain. The Germans may have had spare parts, but this was not proven, so Enakiiev accepted this plan. Before the battle, the captain visited the first gun and admitted to the old gunner that he was going to officially adopt Vanya Solntsev.

Captain Enakiev's premonitions did not deceive him. The Germans actually had fresh forces, with the help of which they surrounded the infantry units. The captain ordered the first platoon of his battery to move forward and cover the flanks of the infantry. Afterwards he remembered that Vanya was in this particular platoon, but did not cancel the order. Soon the captain himself joined the crew of the first gun, which found itself in the very epicenter of the battle. The Germans retreated, and the first gun moved further and further. Suddenly German tanks entered the battle. Then Captain Enakiev remembered Van. He tried to send the boy to the rear, but he flatly refused. Then the captain resorted to a trick. He wrote something on a piece of paper, put the note in an envelope and told Vanya to take the message to the chief of staff at the division command post.

Having delivered the package, Vanya returned back. He did not know that it was all over - the Germans continued to press, and Captain Enakiev “called the fire of the division’s batteries onto himself.” The entire crew of the first gun was killed, including the captain. Before his death, Enakiev managed to write a letter in which he said goodbye to the entire battery and asked to be buried in native land. He asked to take care of Van, to make him a good soldier and a worthy officer.

Enakiev's requests were fulfilled. After the solemn funeral, Corporal Bidenko took Vanya Solntsev to study at the Suvorov Military School in one ancient Russian city.

In the fall, scouts walked through the forest and found Vanya Solntsev, who was sleeping in a trench. The boy was brought to an artillery battery, which was under the command of Captain Enakiev. Vanya’s parents died: her father died at the front, and her mother was shot by the Germans for refusing to give up a cow. His sister and grandmother died of starvation, and the boy was caught by gendarmes and taken to a children's detention center, from where he escaped two years later. Vanya Solntsev told the scouts that he was 12 years old, and he was walking towards ours through the front line. The boy reminded Captain Enakiev of his family who died in a plane crash, so he decided to send Vanya to the rear.

In the meantime, the foundling was fed and nicknamed a shepherd boy, and when he was informed about Enakiev’s decision, he was very upset. On the way to the children's detention center, Vanya escaped from Corporal Bidenko, first jumping out of the truck while moving, and when he was found on a tree and tied by the hand, he quietly tied the rope at night and disappeared again. Wanting to return to the battery, the boy came across the captain, and not knowing who he was talking to, complained about Enakiev’s unfair decision. So Vanya began to live with the scouts. One day Vanya was taken on a mission to scout out the area, but he wanted to make a mark, so he ran away and was caught by the Germans drawing a map. At this time, the offensive of the troops began, and the boy was hastily abandoned. Everyone loved Vanya, especially the captain, who saw him as a lost son, so he appointed him as a liaison in order to be able to raise him.

The division was preparing for battle, Yenakiev did not like the plans for the infantry, which were provided to them to help, since there was no Additional Information about enemy spare parts. Before the attack, the captain informed the old gunner Kovalev about his decision to adopt Vanya. It was not in vain that Enakiev was afraid; the Germans actually had a reserve, with the help of which they encircled an infantry division. The captain ordered his first platoon to go to the aid and later remembered that Vanya was there. Enakiev also took part in the battle.

When the Germans used tanks, the captain tried unsuccessfully to send the boy to the rear. Then Enakiev came up with an important task for Vanya - to take the envelope with the message to the division command post. During the boy's absence, the captain drew all the fire on himself, so he died along with all the soldiers of the first gun. Before his death, he wrote a note in which he said goodbye to his battery, asked to be buried in his homeland and take care of Van, making him a good soldier.

The captain's wish was fulfilled. After the funeral, Vanya Solntsev was taken to one city, where he studied at the Suvorov Military School.

Valentin Petrovich Kataev.

Son of the regiment.

Dedicated to Zhenya and Pavlik Kataev

Valentin Petrovich Kataev wrote his story “Son of the Regiment” in 1944, during the days of the Great Patriotic War of our people against the fascist invaders. More than thirty years have passed since then. We remember our great victory with pride.

The war brought our country a lot of grief, troubles and misfortunes. She destroyed hundreds of cities and sows. She destroyed millions of people. She deprived thousands of children of their fathers and mothers. But Soviet people won this war. He won because he was completely devoted to his homeland. He won because he showed a lot of endurance, courage and bravery. He won because he could not help but win: it was a just war for happiness and peace on earth.

The story “Son of the Regiment” will take you, young reader, back to the difficult but heroic events of the war years, which you know about only from textbooks and the stories of your elders. She will help you see these events as if with your own eyes.

You will learn about the fate of a simple peasant boy, Vanya Solntsev, from whom the war took everything: family and friends, home and childhood itself. Together with him you will go through many trials and experience the joy of exploits in the name of victory over the enemy. You will meet wonderful people- the soldiers of our army, Sergeant Egorov and Captain Enakiev, gunner Kovalev and Corporal Bidenko, who not only helped Vanya become a brave intelligence officer, but also raised him in best qualities a real Soviet man. And, after reading the story, you, of course, will understand that feat is not just courage and heroism, but also great work, iron discipline, inflexibility of will and great love to the Motherland.

The story “Son of the Regiment” was written by a great Soviet artist, a wonderful master of words. You will read it with interest and excitement, because it is a truthful, fascinating and vivid book.

The works of Valentin Petrovich Kataev are known and loved by millions of readers. You probably also know his books “The Lonely Sail Whitens”, “I am the Son working people", "A Farm in the Steppe", "For the Power of the Soviets" ... And if you don’t know, you will definitely meet them - it will be a good and joyful meeting.

The books of V. Kataev will tell you about the glorious revolutionary deeds of our people, about the heroic youth of your fathers and mothers, and will teach you to love our beautiful homeland- The Land of the Soviets.

Sergey Baruzdin

It was the middle of a dead autumn night. It was very damp and cold in the forest. A thick fog rose from the black forest swamps, littered with small brown leaves.

The moon was overhead. It shone very strongly, but its light barely penetrated the fog. The moonlight stood near the trees in long, slanting ledges, in which, magically changing, strands of swamp vapors floated.

The forest was mixed. That's in the lane moonlight an impenetrably black silhouette of a huge spruce tree appeared, looking like a multi-story tower; then suddenly a white colonnade of birches appeared in the distance; then in the clearing, against the backdrop of the white, moonlit sky, which had fallen into pieces like curdled milk, bare aspen branches were subtly drawn, sadly surrounded by a rainbow glow.

And everywhere, where the forest was thinner, white canvases of moonlight lay on the ground.

In general, it was beautiful with that ancient, wondrous beauty that always says so much to the Russian heart and makes the imagination draw fabulous paintings: gray wolf, carrying Ivan Tsarevich in a small hat on one side and with a Firebird feather in a scarf in his bosom, huge mossy paws of a goblin, a hut on chicken legs - and you never know what else!

But least of all in this dark, dead hour, three soldiers returning from reconnaissance thought about the beauty of the Polesie thicket.

They spent more than a day behind German lines, carrying out a combat mission. And this task was to find and mark on the map the location of enemy structures.

The work was difficult and very dangerous. We crawled almost the entire time. Once I had to lie motionless for three hours in a row in a swamp - in cold, stinking mud, covered with raincoats, covered with yellow leaves on top.

We dined on crackers and cold tea from flasks.

But the hardest thing was that I never managed to smoke. And, as you know, it is easier for a soldier to do without food and without sleep than without taking a puff of good, strong tobacco. And, as luck would have it, all three soldiers were heavy smokers. So, although the combat mission was completed as well as possible and in the senior’s bag there was a map on which more than a dozen thoroughly explored German batteries were marked with great accuracy, the scouts felt irritated and angry.

The closer it was to its leading edge, the more I wanted to smoke. IN similar cases As you know, a strong word or funny joke. But the situation demanded complete silence. It was impossible not only to exchange a word, but even to blow your nose or cough: every sound was heard unusually loudly in the forest.

The moon also got in the way. We had to walk very slowly, in single file, about thirteen meters apart from each other, trying not to fall into the streaks of moonlight, and stop and listen every five steps.

The elder walked ahead, giving a command with a careful movement of his hand: raise his hand above his head - everyone immediately stopped and froze; stretches his arm to the side with an inclination towards the ground - everyone at the same second quickly and silently lay down; waves his hand forward - everyone moved forward; will show back - everyone slowly backed away.

Although no more than two kilometers remained to the front line, the scouts continued to walk as carefully and prudently as before. Perhaps now they walked even more carefully, stopping more often.

They had entered the most dangerous part of their journey.

Yesterday evening, when they went out on reconnaissance, there were still deep German rear areas here. But the situation has changed. In the afternoon, after the battle, the Germans retreated. And now here, in this forest, it was apparently empty. But it could only seem so. It is possible that the Germans left their machine gunners here. Every minute you could run into an ambush. Of course, the scouts - although there were only three of them - were not afraid of an ambush. They were careful, experienced and ready to take on a fight at any moment. Each had a machine gun, a lot of ammunition and four hand grenades. But the fact of the matter is that there was no way to accept the fight. The task was to go over to your side as quietly and unnoticed as possible and quickly deliver to the commander of the control platoon a precious map with spotted German batteries. The success of tomorrow's battle largely depended on this. Everything around was unusually quiet. It was a rare moment of calm. Apart from a few distant cannon shots and a short machine-gun burst somewhere to the side, one would think that there was no war in the world.

However, an experienced soldier would have immediately noticed thousands of signs that it was here, in this quiet, remote place, that war was lurking.

The red telephone cord, slipping imperceptibly under my foot, indicated that somewhere nearby was an enemy command post or outpost. Several broken aspens and dented bushes left no doubt that a tank or self-propelled gun had recently passed through here, and the faint, not yet weathered, special, alien smell of artificial gasoline and hot oil showed that this tank or self-propelled gun was German.

In some places, carefully lined spruce branches, stood like woodpiles of firewood, stacks of mines or artillery shells. But since it was not known whether they were abandoned or specially prepared for tomorrow’s battle, it was necessary to move past these stacks with special caution.