Лепендин Аркадий Павлович. Проект "Я помню" Артема Драбкина. Самоходчики.

For channel development: Bank card number 2202 2006 5495 9855 Artem Drabkin: https://adrabkin.com/ VK: https://vk.com/video/@oleglobanovirem... Telegram: https://t.me/iremember_oleg_lobanov Litres: https://www.litres.ru/author/oleg-lob... Rutube: https://rutube.ru/channel/26978278/ Boosty: https://boosty.to/olobanov Zen: https://dzen.ru/id/62b86f54d420de05e3... YouTube:    / @oleglobanov_iremember   Interview: https://iremember.ru/memoirs/samokhod... And so, on the 25th, we reached an open area, and it seemed like nothing special was about to happen. Suddenly, at the edge of the forest, a Nazi shell pierced the tank of Arkashka's namesake. He was a head taller than me, a mighty man, wearing a striped vest, and two years older than me. In friendly combat, he always emerged victorious. I saw him jump off the tank, bullets whistling around, mines, and shells. He was like a living torch! I knew if he fell now, he wouldn't get up and would burn alive, disappear! The countdown was ticking. I screamed wildly, "Don't you dare fall, run to me!" And there he is, rushing, and the flames are slashing and seething, as if they want to devour him alive! And this is not a movie, before your eyes, in reality, such horror you will never forget! Finally, they met. And then, running, I push him with all my might, and he falls. That's how I brought him down for the first time! Without a second's hesitation, I rushed into the fray with the fire, leaned on it with my whole body, pinned it down - the fire retreated, died down. That's where we can put an end to this story. My namesake, to the tank and the medical battalion.