Read Ivan Bogomolov's story in abbreviation. Essay on the topic: the image of a young intelligence officer V.O.

Akulova Alina

It is impossible to list all the works that glorified the heroism of the people in the Great Patriotic War. Each of the works illuminates one facet of the war, but together they form a picture of astonishing scope, capturing the disaster that befell the country and the greatest courage of the people. On the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Moscow the words are carved: “Your name is unknown, your feat is immortal.” Books about the war are also like a monument to the dead. They solve one of the problems of education - they teach the younger generation love for the Motherland, perseverance in trials, and teach high morality using the example of their fathers and grandfathers. Their importance is increasingly increasing due to the enormous relevance of the topic of war and peace today.

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Analysis of the story “Ivan” by Vladimir Osipovich Bogomolov Completed by: Alina Akulova, 8th grade. OSH s. Kuchumbetovo.

Have you read Vladimir Bogomolov's story "Ivan", written in 1957?

IN. Bogomolov, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, went to the front very young: he was not even 15 years old. Passed the front roads of Belarus, Poland, Germany

Bogomolov's books have been published over 130 times, in 39 languages.

Bogomolov wrote the story “Ivan” in 1957.

Already on the first pages of the story we meet its main character - a twelve-year-old boy Ivan.

To Galtsev’s strict questions, the boy only answers that his last name is Bondarev, and demands to immediately report his arrival to headquarters.

The adults around him treat the young scout differently. But everyone is trying to protect.

In the documents found by the secret field police, Galtsev suddenly discovers a photo with a familiar high-cheekboned face and wide-set eyes.

"Ivan's Childhood" - a film by Andrei Tarkovsky based on the story "Ivan" by V. Bogomolov

The childhood of 12-year-old Ivan ended on the day when the Nazis shot his mother and sister before his eyes. The boy's father died at the front. Left an orphan, Ivan goes to a military unit and becomes an elusive intelligence officer. At the risk of his life, he obtains invaluable information about the enemy for the command. But war is war...

Thousands, tens of thousands of boys and girls sacrificed themselves for our Victory.

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Analysis of the story “IVAN” by Vladimir Osipovich Bogomolov.

Completed by: Alina Akulova, 8th grade.

Head: Maksimenko Lyubov Vasilievna,

teacher of Russian language and literature.

2012-2013

Introduction.

Goals and objectives of the work: Show how the Russian national character of the Soviet people manifested itself during the Great Patriotic War. Reveal the courage of the character of the main character, who, according to the author, “in the great front-line brotherhood at twelve years old is a worker, and not a dependent.” To prove that war is a difficult test for everyone, especially for children, who have to bear all its hardships on an equal basis with adults, that war and children are an incompatible, unnatural concept, that the reason for our victory is that everything, from small to large, at the front and in the rear, stood up to defend the Motherland. Hitler had to fight not only with the army, but with the entire Russian people, and this turned out to be beyond his power. Our peers also made their contribution to the victory, and it didn’t matter where they did it: under bullets on the front line, in factories or on the fields of our country. They deserve to make us proud of them and always be grateful to them that we can live freely and enjoy life.

Relevance of the topic in modern society: It is impossible to list all the works that glorified the heroism of the people in the Great Patriotic War. Each of the works illuminates one facet of the war, but together they form a picture of astonishing scope, capturing the disaster that befell the country and the greatest courage of the people. On the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Moscow the words are carved: “Your name is unknown, your feat is immortal.” Books about the war are also like a monument to the dead. They solve one of the problems of education - they teach the younger generation love for the Motherland, perseverance in trials, and teach high morality using the example of their fathers and grandfathers. Their importance is increasingly increasing due to the enormous relevance of the topic of war and peace today.

Modern youth, not only about war, but in general rarely hold a book in their hands. I believe that books about war must be read. After all, they describe the heroism of our people, who gave their lives for their country. We must know about the exploits of our grandparents. Modern teenagers should know their heroes, bow to them, learn from them patriotism, moral purity, and pride in those who defended the Victory!

Books about the events of the Great Patriotic War reveal to the whole world the spiritual strength, fortitude and courage of our people. The history of mankind has never known such mass heroism. War not only does not “cancel”, it makes moral problems, a sense of civic duty and responsibility even more acute.

The theme of war in Russian literature has been touched upon since ancient times. Since those times, this topic has not lost its relevance, since war is an important part of the life of the Russian state.

Writers lived the same life with the fighting people: they froze in the trenches, went on the attack, performed feats and... wrote. IN. Bogomolov, a participant in the Great Patriotic War, went to the front very young: he was not even 15 years old.He was a cadet in the airborne school and commander of the reconnaissance department.He is familiar with the work of a scout. I walked along the front roads of Belarus, Poland, and Germany. In 1945, the war did not end for him; he fought in Manchuria. He was wounded and awarded more than once. I knew about the war firsthand.

He is the author of many works, including the novel “In August 1944”, the stories “Ivan”, “Zosya”. Bogomolov's books have been published over 130 times, in 39 languages.

Bogomolov, a then unknown prose writer, wrote the story “Ivan” in 1957. In 1958, the story appeared in print and it became clear: the war had never been told like this before. It is no coincidence that “Ivan” was included in the two-hundred-volume “Library of World Literature” and the collection of the best works about the Great Patriotic War “Wreath of Glory”, and also served as the basis for the feature film “Ivan’s Childhood” directed by Andrei Tarkovsky.

What is the secret to this budding author's success? In truth. The full truth, without embellishment or concealment, that the war is merciless and inhumane.

The theme of the work is the story of the struggle of young Ivan and his adult comrades against fascism.

Idea - War is evil, it is a difficult test for everyone, especially for children. Children and war are incompatible concepts.

Both the mind and the heart protest against the combination of the words “war” and “children.” By nature itself, by the conditions of existence of the human race, children are destined to live in a world protected by adults.

Already on the first pages of the story we meet its main character - a twelve-year-old boy Ivan. Young senior lieutenant Galtsev, acting battalion commander, was woken up in the middle of the night. A boy of about twelve years old was detained near the shore, all wet and shivering from the cold. To Galtsev’s strict questions, the boy only answers that his last name is Bondarev, and demands to immediately report his arrival to headquarters. But Galtsev, not immediately believing it, reports about the boy only when he correctly names the names of the staff officers. Lieutenant Colonel Gryaznov really confirms: “This is our guy,” he needs to “create all the conditions” and “be more delicate.” As ordered, Galtsev gives the boy paper and ink. He pours it onto the table and concentrates on counting the grains and pine needles. The received data is urgently sent to headquarters. Galtsev feels guilty for shouting at the boy, now he is ready to look after him.

Kholin arrives, a tall, handsome man and a joker of about twenty-seven. Ivan (that’s the boy’s name) tells a friend about how he couldn’t approach the boat that was waiting for him because of the Germans, and how he had difficulty crossing the cold Dnieper on a log. On the uniform brought to Ivan Kholin, there is the Order of the Patriotic War and the medal “For Courage”. After a joint meal, Kholin and the boy leave.

In the first episode we see Ivan serious, gloomy, collected, wary. What made him like this?

In the first days of the war, the boy survived the death of his father, a border guard, his sister died in his arms, the boy was in a death camp, was among the partisans. This is where his seriousness and gloominess come from; he made a decision - to take revenge on the enemy, to become useful to our army - to obtain information about enemy troops for headquarters. This is where his composure, silence, and wariness come from.

But we see the boy playing in the dugout. By drawing this scene, the author wants to emphasize that Ivan remains a boy, plays like his peers, collects knives, and arms himself with binoculars, like a real commander. He would like to chase pigeons, enjoy the first snow, but every day he looks death in the eyes.

Children-warriors... What a terrible truth! But this is not the whole truth. After all, Ivan cannot be kept in his rear. We tried it when we were taken by plane from a partisan detachment surrounded by the Germans. But Ivan could not “cram” in school about the “importance of herbivores in human life” when there was an enemy in his native land. “I still have time to become an officer. In the meantime, while there is war, those who are of little use can rest,” says Ivan.

But Ivan is a boy who has not yet forgotten how to “play war.” “The boy is alone. He's all red, hot and excited. He has Kotka’s knife in his hand, my binoculars on his chest, his face is guilty. The dugout is in disarray: the table is turned upside down and covered with a blanket, the legs of the stool are sticking out from under the bunks.” Yes, the boy remains a boy: he plays like his peers, collects knives, arms himself with binoculars, like a real commander... He would like to chase pigeons, enjoy the first snow, but every day he looks death in the eyes...

He had already gone through the hell of a fascist death camp. It’s hard, like an adult, that he hates the enemy. And for a long time he has been consciously living according to the harsh laws of a real, non-fictional war.

The adults around him treat the young scout differently. But everyone is trying to protect.

Kholin loves Ivan: “One can only dream of such a boy.” He wants to adopt him, but at the same time he understands that he cannot yet become his real father: he has not matured mentally, is reckless, and sometimes rude. Kholin himself is like a big child and treats the boy like his own, and in some ways is even afraid of him, unquestioningly fulfills the requests and instructions of the young intelligence officer.

Katasonych treats the boy like a father, he is ready to do everything for him. When Galtsev asks him about Ivan, Katasonov’s face “lights up with a tender, unusually warm smile.

Wonderful little guy! Only characteristic, trouble with him!

He, of all those around him, calls the boy Vanyushka. Quiet, modest, calm, the best language hunter in the army, Katasonych, more than any other adult, understands how dangerous the work that a child does for army headquarters is.

Loves the boy and Galtsev. He is looking for approaches to Ivan’s character, made him a dagger, and escorts him behind enemy lines. He wants to kiss him goodbye, but he doesn’t dare... Galtsev carried the memory of the boy throughout the war. He had the difficult fate of reading in the fascist archives a message from the head of the secret police about the death of a young intelligence officer.

Ivan lives for a long time in the occupied territory, walks through villages and towns, dressed in rags, like a beggar, and he vigilantly peers at any accumulation of enemy manpower and his weapons, sees everything, remembers everything. The information he obtained is very valuable.

The boy's position behind enemy lines is very difficult: dangerous situations arise daily, hourly, and he can only rely on himself. No one is nearby: no commander, no comrades, no communications. Only you and the enemy. This, of course, is an unbearable burden on children's shoulders.

And, understanding the severity of these experiences and dangers, the adults still send the boy on reconnaissance. Why? The main reason is bitter and terrible.

But the fact was that a brutal war was going on, on the outcome of which depended not only the fate of an individual, but also the future of our Motherland. People died, cities were destroyed, villages burned. Old people and children fought for victory and sometimes died. No matter how painful and bitter it is to talk about it. Kholin, having transported Ivan to the other side of the river, behind enemy lines, talks to Galtsev in the dugout:

“Have you been fighting for three years?” he asked, lighting a cigarette. – And I’m the third... And in the eyes of death - like Ivan! – we may not have looked... There’s a battalion, a regiment, a whole army behind you... And he’s alone! - Child!" Child…

But why does he have such a strict, adult name - Ivan? And the story is called not “Vanyusha”, not “Vanya”, but “Ivan”?

Probably, this boy cannot be called anything else: so many adult, male affairs and responsibilities fell to his lot. He made his choice in life - the choice of a defender of the Fatherland. V. Bogomolov’s story is initially tragic in its sound; on its pages there is no place for jokes, the boy’s pranks, even smiles are rare here.

And in fact: war is a difficult, cruel time, it breaks human destinies, sparing no one - neither old nor young.

The last pages of the book are terribly tragic. After being seriously wounded, Galtsev ends up in Berlin to seize German archives. In the documents found by the secret field police, Galtsev suddenly discovers a photo with a familiar high-cheekboned face and wide-set eyes. The report says that in December 1943, after fierce resistance, “Ivan” was detained, observing the movement of German trains in the restricted area. After interrogations, during which the boy “behaved defiantly,” he was shot.

Ivan died. There is also a drop of his blood on the Victory Banner. Ivan was shot in the early morning of December 25th. For Protestant Germans, this is the morning of the main holiday - Christmas. On this morning the One was born who atoned for the sins of people on the cross, so that they would live for love and goodness and not do evil...

On the dark morning of bright Christmas, little Ivan ascended to his Golgotha. Courageous and firm. Little warrior. A soldier of the Fatherland, he stepped into eternal life. Yes, it is difficult to tell Bogomolov about the boy’s death, and it is difficult for us to read the last pages of the story. I really want the hero to stay alive, but, unfortunately, the war spares no one: neither adults nor children.

Vladimir Bogomolov’s story “Ivan” requires special treatment. This book is considered to be “children’s” because its main character is a child. Meanwhile, the fate and death of Ivan Bondarev is one of the most terrible stories about the war. 100 (one hundred) marks given to policeman Titkov for the capture of an unknown person whose name is supposedly “Ivan” is not just the end of the story. This is one of the most ruthless and poignant endings in the literature of the last century. It is impossible to “assign” the age of the reader who is ready for such reading, and insert Bogomolov’s story, written in tears, into the “list of books about the war.” This book can only be passed from hand to hand and only when the elder is ready to answer for the younger.
This book has a rare fate. In due time and hour, “Ivan” by Vladimir Bogomolov turned into “Ivan’s Childhood” by Andrei Tarkovsky (1962), awarded the highest prize of the Venice Film Festival “Golden Lion”.

Everyone who tried to honestly talk about the war deserves deep gratitude. But it may very well be that the short story “Ivan” is a direct and unconditional answer to the question of why Russia won.

Bogomolov V.

That night I was going to check the military guard before dawn and, having ordered to wake me up at four o'clock, went to bed at nine o'clock.

I was woken up earlier: the hands on the luminous dial showed five minutes to five.

Comrade senior lieutenant... and comrade senior lieutenant... allow me to address... - They shook me forcefully by the shoulder. In the light of the captured bowl flickering on the table, I saw Corporal Vasilyev from the platoon, who was on guard duty. - One was detained here... The junior lieutenant ordered to be brought to you...

Light the lamp! - I commanded, mentally cursing: they could have sorted it out without me.

Vasiliev lit a cartridge case flattened at the top and, turning to me, reported:

Crawling in the water near the shore. He doesn’t say why, he demands to be taken to headquarters. He doesn’t answer questions: I’ll only talk to the commander. He seems to have weakened, or maybe he’s faking it. The junior lieutenant ordered...

I stood up, pulled my legs out from under the blanket and, rubbing my eyes, sat down on the bunk. Vasilyev, a red-haired fellow, stood in front of me, dropping drops of water from his dark, wet raincoat.

The cartridge flared up, illuminating the spacious dugout - at the very door I saw a thin boy of about eleven, all blue from the cold and trembling; he was wearing a wet shirt and pants that stuck to his body; her small bare feet were covered in mud up to her ankles; At the sight of him, a shiver ran through me.

Go stand by the stove! - I told him. -Who are you?

He approached, examining me with a wary, focused gaze of large, unusually wide-set eyes. His face was high-cheeked, dark gray from dirt ingrained into his skin. Wet hair of an indeterminate color hung in clumps. In his gaze, in his exhausted expression, with tightly compressed, blue lips, one could feel some kind of internal tension and, as it seemed to me, distrust and hostility.

Who are you? - I repeated.

“Let him come out,” the boy said, chattering his teeth, in a weak voice, pointing his gaze at Vasilyev.

Add some wood and wait upstairs! - I ordered Vasiliev.

Sighing noisily, he, slowly, in order to prolong his stay in the warm dugout, straightened the firebrands, filled the stove with short logs and just as slowly left. Meanwhile, I pulled on my boots and looked expectantly at the boy.

Well, why are you silent? Where are you from?

“I’m Bondarev,” he said quietly with such intonation, as if this name could tell me something or even explain everything. - Now inform headquarters fifty-one that I am here.

Look! - I couldn’t help but smile. - Well, what next?

Who is "they"? Which headquarters should I report to and who is the fifty-first?

To the army headquarters.

Who is this fifty-first?

He was silent.

What army headquarters do you need?

Field mail ve-che forty-nine five hundred fifty...

Without a mistake, he gave the number of the field post office of our army headquarters. Having stopped smiling, I looked at him in surprise and tried to comprehend everything.

The dirty shirt that reached to his hips and the narrow short ports he was wearing were old, made of canvas, as I determined, of rustic tailoring and almost homespun; he spoke correctly, noticeably like the way Muscovites and Belarusians generally speak; judging by the dialect, he was a native of the city.

He stood in front of me, looking warily and aloofly from under his brows, quietly sniffling, and trembling all over.

Take everything off and rub yourself. Alive! - I ordered, handing him a not-so-fresh waffle towel.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a thin body with visible ribs, dark with dirt, and hesitantly looked at the towel.

Take it, take it! It's dirty.

He began to rub his chest, back, and arms.

And take off your pants! - I commanded. - Are you shy?

Just as silently, he fiddled with the swollen knot, and with some difficulty untied the braid that replaced his belt and took off his trousers. He was still quite a child, narrow-shouldered, with thin legs and arms, and looked no more than ten or eleven years old, although his face, gloomy, not childishly concentrated, with wrinkles on his convex forehead, gave him, perhaps, everything thirteen. Grabbing his shirt and trousers, he threw them into the corner towards the door.

And who will dry it - uncle? - I asked.

They'll bring everything to me.

That's how! - I doubted. -Where are your clothes?

He said nothing. I was about to ask where his documents were, but I realized in time that he was too young to have them.

I took out from under the bunk the old padded jacket of an orderly who was in the medical battalion. The boy was standing near the stove with his back to me - between his protruding sharp shoulder blades there was a large black mole, the size of a five-alt coin. Higher up, above the right shoulder blade, a scar stood out like a crimson scar, which I determined was from a bullet wound.

What do you have?

He looked over his shoulder at me, but didn't say anything.

I'm asking you, what's that on your back? - I asked, raising my voice, handing him a padded jacket.

This doesn't concern you. And don't you dare shout! - he answered with hostility, his green eyes, like a cat’s, flashing ferociously, but he took the quilted jacket. - It's your job to report that I'm here. The rest doesn't concern you.

Don't teach me! - I shouted at him, irritated. - You don’t understand where you are and how to behave. Your last name means nothing to me. Until you explain who you are, where you came from, and why you came to the river, I won’t lift a finger.

You will be responsible! - he said with obvious threat.

Don't scare me - you're still young! You won't be able to play the silent game with me! Speak plainly: where are you from?

He wrapped himself in a padded jacket that reached almost to his ankles and was silent, turning his face to the side.

You will sit here for a day, three, five, but until you tell me who you are and where you are from, I won’t report you anywhere! - I declared decisively.

Looking at me coldly and aloofly, he turned away and remained silent.

Will you speak?

“You must immediately report to headquarters fifty-one that I am here,” he repeated stubbornly.

“I don’t owe you anything,” I said irritably. - And until you explain who you are and where you come from, I won’t do anything. Write it down on your nose!.. Who is this fifty-first?

Vladimir Osipovich Bogomolov is a Soviet writer who went through the Great Patriotic War from beginning to end. At the front, he served as commander of an intelligence department, so Bogomolov knew firsthand about all the horrors of war. One of the most famous works from his pen is the story "Ivan", a brief summary of which is offered to your attention.

Suspicious person

The deputy battalion commander, senior lieutenant Galtsev, is raised in the middle of the night. The reason for this is the detention of a boy who was found near the bank of the Dnieper. The child does not answer the questions, only says that his name is Ivan Bondarev, and asks to be reported to headquarters. Galtsev calls his immediate superior and reports about the boy. However, his words are not taken seriously. The detainee continues to insist on calling headquarters and even names several names of people who need to be reported about his appearance. Galtsev calls again, now he reports everything to Lieutenant Colonel Gryaznov. He gives the order to feed the boy, clothe him, provide him with paper and a pen, and keep information about his appearance secret. Galtsev does everything that is required of him and continues to monitor Bondarev, who is intently counting the fir needles and grains taken out of his pocket, and then recording the data.

Then the lieutenant goes to the river. There he reflects on how a weak boy in icy water could cross to the other side, if even an adult man could not do it.

Kholin

After some time, Kholin, a young black-haired man, arrives. Seeing Ivan, he immediately rushes to hug him as if he were the closest person. From their conversation, Galtsev understands that Bondarev swam across the Dnieper on a log, but did not find the boat that Kholin and Katasonov (a reconnaissance platoon commander nicknamed Katasonich) hid for him. The current carried him several kilometers further than Ivan expected. The summary of the story will tell you what happened next.

Kholin asks Galtsev to secretly drive a car for them, and while the lieutenant is looking for transport, Ivan dresses in a brand new tunic, on which the Order “For Courage” flaunts. Kholin and Ivan leave.

Katasonov

Three days later, Katasonov appears at Galtsev’s place, a small man who looks like a rabbit, silent and shy. For two days he carefully studies across the enemy coast.

Galtsev decides to ask him about Ivan, to which Katasonov replies that the boy is driven by hatred of the Germans. At the mention of Ivan, the platoon commander’s eyes begin to shine with kindness and tenderness.

Second meeting with Ivan

Three days later, Kholin arrives again. Together with Galtsev, they go to inspect the front line. The lieutenant was given orders to help Kholin in every possible way, but he doesn’t really like it. Galtsev goes to the medical unit to check on the recently arrived paramedic. She turns out to be a pretty young girl who, as Galtsev admits, he would really like in peacetime. However, in war he cannot afford this, so he talks to her dryly and strictly.

Returning to his dugout, the lieutenant discovers Kholin sleeping there and a note asking him to wake him up. Galtsev does as he is told. After some time, Ivan appears in the dugout. The summary does not reflect all the details of the boy’s appearance for the second time with Galtsev.

Bondarev is in a good mood and very friendly. While the boy is resting and looking at magazines about intelligence officers, Kholin and Katasonov are talking. Galtsev learns that at night they plan to transport Ivan to the enemy shore.

The boy notices Galtsev has a knife, which he really likes. Ivan asks for it as a gift. However, Galtsev received this knife from a deceased friend; he keeps the Finnish woman as a memory and cannot give it as a gift. The lieutenant promises Bondarev to make a similar knife and give it to him when they meet.

Kholin, Katasonov and Galtsev go to see the boats, at which time Ivan is left alone in the dugout. Returning, Galtsev finds the boy in an excited state. The conversation turns to Ivan's life. It turns out that Bondarev was in and survived. His mother, father and little sister died before his eyes. Ivan had nothing left in his heart except hatred for the Nazis. This feeling permeates the entire story “Ivan,” a summary of which is presented here.

Death of Katasonov

Kholin returns. Seeing that he came alone, Ivan asks him about Katasonov. He replies that he was urgently called to headquarters. The boy is perplexed how Katasonov could leave without wishing him luck. All the subtleties of the relationship between Ivan and Katasonych cannot be fully conveyed by the summary. “Ivan” by Bogomolov is not only about human relationships.

During the conversation, it turns out that Kholin changed his mind and decided to take Galtsev with him. They discuss the details of the plan.

After getting dressed, Kholin and Galtsev are waiting for the boy. He again takes off all his clean clothes and puts on torn and dirty ones. He puts food in the bag, which, if anything happens, will not arouse suspicion among the Germans.

They hit the road. Galtsev soon learns that Katasonov died, he was shot when he got out of the boat. Kholin could not allow Ivan to find out about this before an important task. The summary is not intended to replace reading the full text of the work; it is important to remember this.

Operation

Having crossed the river, Kholin, Galtsev and Ivan carefully camouflage the boat and send the boy to the rear of the Germans. They themselves wait for some time so that if Ivan fails to get through and needs to return, they can cover him. After sitting for some time in the rain in the middle of the river, the men return.

Friends are not forgotten

Time has passed. Galtsev did not forget about his promise to make a knife for Ivan. He always carries it with him so that, at the right opportunity, he can pass it on to Ivan through Gryaznov or Kholin. After some time, Galtsev meets the lieutenant colonel and asks him to hand over the knife, to which Gryaznov tells him that the lieutenant should forget about the boy, because the less they know about such people, the longer they live.

Soon Galtsev learns that Kholin died covering the retreat of his soldiers. And Gryaznov was transferred to another unit. How it all ended, you will find out by reading the summary.

“Ivan” by V. O. Bogomolov is a work that tells about the events of the Great Patriotic War without embellishment and romance. Every word of the story is imbued with reality.

The war is almost over. When the Germans surrender, Galtsev ends up in Berlin. There he and his soldiers discover a car with German documents. While going through the folders, Galtsev suddenly finds the file of Ivan Bondarev. The documents say that he was caught, tortured, and then shot.

Ivan is one of many child heroes who were ready to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their homeland. For example, Zina Portnova, Lenya Kotik, Sasha Chekalin, commander Ivan Vasilievich Sobolev. The summary of the story, unfortunately, does not have the opportunity to list all the names of the brave heroes of this terrible and cruel war. However, each of us should remember them and thank them for the peaceful sky above our heads.

Title of the work: Ivan
Vladimir Osipovich Bogomolov
Year of writing: 1958
Genre of the work: story

Main characters: Ivan Bondarev- a boy of twelve years old, Galtsev- lieutenant of the Soviet army, Kholin- soldier.

Plot

Conclusion (my opinion)

Young senior lieutenant Galtsev, acting battalion commander, was woken up in the middle of the night. A boy of about twelve years old was detained near the shore, all wet and shivering from the cold. To Galtsev’s strict questions, the boy only answers that his last name is Bondarev, and demands to immediately report his arrival to headquarters. But Galtsev, not immediately believing it, reports about the boy only when he correctly names the names of the staff officers. Lieutenant Colonel Gryaznov really confirms: “This is our guy,” he needs to “create all the conditions” and “be more delicate.” As ordered, Galtsev gives the boy paper and ink. He pours it onto the table and intently counts the grains and pine needles. The received data is urgently sent to headquarters. Galtsev feels guilty for shouting at the boy, now he is ready to look after him.

Kholin arrives, a tall, handsome man and a joker of about twenty-seven. Ivan (that’s the boy’s name) tells a friend about how he couldn’t approach the boat that was waiting for him because of the Germans, and how he had difficulty crossing the cold Dnieper on a log. On the uniform brought to Ivan Kholin, there is the Order of the Patriotic War and the medal “For Courage”. After a joint meal, Kholin and the boy leave.

After some time, Galtsev meets with Ivan again. First, the quiet and modest foreman Katasonych appears in the battalion. From observation points he “watches the Germans”, spending the whole day at the stereo tube. Then Kholin, together with Galtsev, inspects the area and trenches. The Germans on the other side of the Dnieper are constantly keeping our bank at gunpoint. Galtsev must “provide every assistance” to Kholin, but he does not want to “run” after him. Galtsev goes about his business, checking the work of the new paramedic, trying not to pay attention to the fact that in front of him is a beautiful young woman.

Ivan, who arrived, is unexpectedly friendly and talkative. Tonight he has to cross to the German rear, but he doesn’t even think about sleeping, but reads magazines and eats candy. The boy is delighted with the Finnish girl Galtsev, but he cannot give Ivan a knife - after all, it is a memory of his deceased best friend. Finally, Galtsev learns more about the fate of Ivan Buslov (this is the boy’s real name). He is originally from Gomel. His father and sister died during the war. Ivan had to go through a lot: he was in the partisans, and in Trostyanets - in the death camp. Lieutenant Colonel Gryaznov persuaded Ivan to go to the Suvorov Military School, but he only wants to fight and take revenge. Kholin “didn’t even think that a child could hate so much...”. And when they decided not to send Ivan on the mission, he left on his own. What this boy can do, adult scouts rarely succeed. It was decided that if Ivan’s mother was not found after the war, he would be adopted by Katasonych or the lieutenant colonel.

Kholin says that Katasonych was unexpectedly called to the division. Ivan is childishly offended: why didn’t he come in to say goodbye? In fact, Katasonych had just been killed. Now Galtsev will be third. Of course, this is a violation, but Galtsev, who had previously asked to be taken into intelligence, decides to do so. Having carefully prepared, Kholin, Ivan and Galtsev go for the operation. Having crossed the river, they hide the boat. Now the boy faces a difficult and very risky task: to walk fifty kilometers behind German lines unnoticed. Just in case, he is dressed like a “homeless brat.” Insuring Ivan, Kholin and Galtsev spend about an hour in ambush and then return.

Galtsev orders for Ivan exactly the same Finnish woman as the one he liked. After some time, having met with Gryaznov, Galtsev, already confirmed as a battalion commander, asks to hand over the knife to the boy. But it turns out that when they finally decided to send Ivan to school, he left without permission. Gryaznov is reluctant to talk about the boy: the fewer people know about the “out-of-towners,” the longer they live.

But Galtsev cannot forget about the little scout. After being seriously wounded, he ends up in Berlin to seize German archives. In the documents found by the secret field police, Galtsev suddenly discovers a photo with a familiar high-cheekboned face and wide-set eyes. The report says that in December 1943, after fierce resistance, “Ivan” was detained, observing the movement of German trains in the restricted area. After interrogations, during which the boy “behaved defiantly,” he was shot.