Текст песни Николай Владимирович Фоменко - На безымянной высоте

Music: Veniamin Basner Lyrics: Mikhail Matusovsky

The grove beneath the mountain was smoking
And the sunset burned with her ...
There were only three of us
Of the eighteen guys.
How many of them, good friends,
Lying in the dark
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.

The rocket shone falling
Like a burnt star.
Who has ever seen this
He will never forget.
He will not forget, will not forget
Attacks furious ones
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.

“Messers” circled above us,
They were visible, as if in the afternoon ...
But only stronger we were friends
Under the cross artillery fire.
And no matter how difficult it may be,
You were faithful to your dream -
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.

I often dream of all the guys
Friends of my war days
Our dugout is three thrusts,
A pine tree burned over it.
It's like I'm with them again
I stand on the fiery line -
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.
At an unfamiliar village
At an unnamed height.

1963
Song history
From the memoirs of a lieutenant colonel of the reserve, the former editor of the newspaper Roslavlskaya
The Red Banner Order of Suvorov of the 139th Infantry Division of Nikolai Chaika:
“... At that time, I edited the divisional newspaper Stalin's Call. September morning
1943, a long-time front-line journalist was one of the first to attack columns
Anonymous height near the unfamiliar village of Rubezhenka. It’s hard to find words to convey
what I saw ... With a grenade clasped in hand, with index finger on the trigger
machine, in the pools of their own and enemy blood lay the bodies of heroes. The whole height was literally
littered with fragments, fired cartridges, empty disks, helmets. I knew many Siberians
long before this fierce night battle, I talked with them more than once, “campaigned” to become military commanders
our newspaper. And now, peering into their black bloodied faces, few people recognized: before
addition they were mutilated. Enemies already mocked the dead daredevils.
About everything that I happened to see that morning at Nameless Heights, about everything that I told
member of this unequal battle, Private Gerasim Ilyich Lapin, who returned to his battalion, told us immediately in a divisional newspaper and “combat leaflets”. So about the feat
Communists - Siberians soon became known to the whole front. Somehow he came to our division
My old front-line friend, poet Mikhail Matusovsky. And in the evening in our front dugout I
told him about the fight of eighteen at Nameless Heights. I remember how Mikhail Matusovsky
"Caught fire" then and set about the poem "Nameless Height". But apparently, the poem is not something
satisfied him. In any case, it was never published either as a separate book or in
collections of the poet.
Once I came to the cinema "Russia" to watch the new film "Silence". From the screen
the song poured, harsh, sad:
“The grove under the mountain was smoking,
And with it the sunset burned ... "
I immediately realized what kind of grove was in question. I called Matusovsky, congratulated him on the success and
he wanted to ask about whom the song was about, but he warned me: of course, about them, old man ... I’m very happy for
good luck front-line friend and composer Benjamin Basner, a song which sings all the people. On
recently my comrades from Kaluga, Rubezhenka, Betlitsy visited me. They said that the song “On
Nameless Heights ”became their kind of anthem. They sing it everywhere and are proud: “It's about
our Siberian heroes. ” They sang it recently on a mass grave, where sixteen rest
Siberian heroes, members of the Lenin party. Here, at Nameless Heights, Komsomol members
handed red books with the silhouette of V.I. Lenin. Upon learning of this, M. Matusovsky immediately
took up the pen. “I want,” he says, “to add a couple more stanzas.” Let it be a requiem ...
Here, as if miraculously preserved
From far unforgettable days
Our dugout is three thrusts,
A pine tree burned over it.
And the autumn forest and high-rise, -
Everything is as it was that year.
It seems to me that alive here
I will find all the Poroshins.
Mistaken, apparently, the company clerk,
Having written out a piece of paper.
They are now together with us,
And now they are in the ranks.
They stand in their immortal
In its imperishable beauty, -
At an unfamiliar village
At Nameless Heights. "
Eternal glory to the heroes of the height of 224.1:
Poroshin, Evgeny Ivanovich;
Artamonov Alexander Alekseevich;
Belokonov Emelyan Ivanovich;
Vorobiev Gavriil Andreevich;
Vlasov Konstantin Ivanovich;
Golenkin Nikolai Ivanovich;
Danilenko Nikolai Fedorovich;
Denisov Daniil Alekseevich;
Zakomoldin Roman Emelyanovich;
Kasabiev Tatari Nalykovich;
Kigel Boris Davydovich;
Kulikov, Ivan Nikolaevich;
Lapin Gerasim Ilyich;
Lipovetser Elyusha Yakovlevich;
Panin Petr Andreevich;
Romanov Petr Andreevich;
Shlyakhov Dmitry Ageevich;
Yarut Dmitry Ilyich & # 33;