Текст песни Николай Владимирович Фоменко - На безымянной высоте

Music: Veniamin Basner Lyrics by: Mikhail Matusovsky

The grove under the mountain was smoking,
And with it the sunset burned ...
We were left with only three
Of the eighteen guys.
How many of them, good friends,
Lying is left in the dark -
At an unfamiliar settlement
At an unnamed height.

The rocket was shining, falling,
Like a burnt-out star.
Who has ever seen this,
He will never forget.
He will not forget, he will not forget
Attacks are fierce
At an unfamiliar settlement
At an unnamed height.

Over us the Messers circled,
They were seen, as if in the afternoon ...
But only stronger we were friends
Under the cross artillery.
And no matter how hard it would be,
You were faithful to your dream -
At an unfamiliar settlement
At an unnamed height.

I often dream of all the guys,
Friends of my war days,
Our dug-out in three swells,
Pine burned over it.
As if again I am with them
I stand on the fire line -
At an unfamiliar settlement
At an unnamed height.
At an unfamiliar settlement
At an unnamed height.

1963
Song History
From the memoirs of the lieutenant colonel of the reserve, the former editor of the Roslavlskaya newspaper
Red Banner Order of Suvorov 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 with the advancing columns to hit the
Nameless height in the unfamiliar village Rubezhanka. It is difficult to find words to convey what,
what I saw, ... With a grenade held in my hand, with an index finger on the trigger
machine guns, in the puddles of their own and enemy blood lay the bodies of heroes. The whole height was literally
filled with shrapnel, shot casings, empty disks, helmets. I knew many Siberians
long before this brutal night battle, he often spoke with them, "agitated" to become military commissars
our newspaper. And now, peering at their black, bloody faces, few people recognized: before
they were mutilated. Enemies mocked already at the dead brave ones.
About everything that I happened to see that morning on Nameless Hill, about everything that I told
To us, the participant of this unequal battle, the private soldier Gerasim Ilyich Lapin, who returned to his battalion, we immediately told in the divisional newspaper and "combat leaflets". So about the feat
communists - Siberians soon became aware of the entire front. Once we came to the division
my old front-line friend is the poet Mikhail Matusovsky. And in the evening in our front dugout I
told him about the battle of eighteen on Nameless Hill. I remember how Mikhail Matusovsky
"Caught fire" then and began to poem "Nameless height". But, apparently, the poem is not something
satisfied him. In any case, it has never been 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
poured a song, severe, sad:
"The grove under the mountain was smoking,
And with it the sunset burned ... "
I immediately realized what kind of grove there was. I called Matusovsky, congratulated him with success and
I wanted to ask who the song was about, but he preempted me: of course, about them, old man ... Very happy for
the success of a front-line friend and composer Veniamin Basner, the song of which sings the whole people. On
days I have been visited by comrades from Kaluga, Rubezhenka, Betlitsa. It was said that the song "Na
Nameless height "became a kind of anthem. They sing it everywhere and are proud: "This is about
our Siberians-heroes. " They sang it quite recently on a mass grave, where sixteen
Siberians-heroes, members of the Leninist party. Here, on the Nameless Height, the Komsomol members
handed red book with the silhouette of VI. Lenin. Upon learning of this, M. Matusovsky immediately
took up his pen. "I want to," he says, "add another couple of stanzas." Let this be a requiem ...
It is as if miraculously preserved
From far unforgettable days,
Our dug-out in three swells,
Pine burned over it.
And the forest is autumn and high-rise, -
Everything is as it was that year.
It seems to me that here alive
I'll find all the Poroshin people.
Wrong, apparently, a company clerk,
Pissed off his own paper.
They are now with us together,
And now they are listed in the ranks.
They stand in their immortal,
In its imperishable beauty, -
At an unfamiliar village,
At the Nameless Height. "
Eternal glory to the heroes of height 224.1:
Poroshin to Yevgeny Ivanovich;
Artamonov Alexander Alekseevich;
Belokonov Yemelyan Ivanovich;
Vorobyov Gabriel Andreevich;
Vlasov Konstantin Ivanovich;
Golenkin Nikolai Ivanovich;
Danilenko Nikolai Fedorovich;
Denisov to Daniel Alekseevich;
Zakomoldin Roman Emelyanovich;
Kasabievu Tatari Nalykovich;
Kigel Boris Davydovich;
Kulikov Ivan Nikolaevich;
Lapin Gerasim Ilyich;
Lipovetseru Eliushe Yakovlevich;
Panin to Pyotr Andreevich;
Romanov Petr Andreevich;
Shlyakhov Dmitry Ageevich;
Yaruet Dmitri Ilyich!