Lev Borisovich Vasiliev Biography

The former front -line soldier stood at the KamAZ helm for 12 years. During this period, he built an auto giant from scratch, created the unique personnel potential of the plant, attracting the best specialists from all over the country in the Naberezhnye Chelny. Lev Borisovich was the general director of the Moskvich plant - participated in the creation of his first cars.

He headed the Ministry of Engineering for the light and food industries and household appliances of the USSR. The colleagues who worked with him note his rigid leadership style and phenomenal memory, exactingness to himself and others, knowledge of all the subtleties of automotive production and exceptional performance. About the love of cars, the great construction in Tataria, participation in the war and bright children's memories - in our interview with Leo Borisovich, who noted his summer this year.

Love for cars is Lev Borisovich, your whole life is connected with cars. When was love for them born? In essence, the motorist became still sitting on the pot. My father was a driver. Then imported cars came in small quantities. And, as a rule, technical data were attached to them. Brake system, steering, engine, gasoline power ... - I absorbed all this from an early age. And from the age of ten he visited the car section in the Pioneers' House.

We studied American magazines dedicated to automotive equipment. For example, they subtracted information about the scooter, which is now called a scooter. We collected it, made it on the tail cylinders of the U-2 aircraft. We traveled on a scooter along the Bolshevik alley that went to the house of the pioneers, and people were surprised at our car. We are boys - we are years old, and we are already driving.

We also went on the star "Zvezda". We also had small one -cylinder car, without a starter, I don’t remember which plant made them. They were double. When practicing in the section, I was even entrusted to drive along Red Square. When the Finnish war ended, a theatrical performance dedicated to this event was organized on the main square of the country. The military participated with machine guns and rifles.

And we, two guys, were put to the frontal place, imitating our cars with plywood buildings for armored cars.

We had to drive past the Kremlin. When the team arrived to leave, the second guy stalled the engine. I was forced to go alone. He drove past the rostrum of the mausoleum, went down to the embankment. It was interesting. A great place, however, is close to the railway. I got up at five in the morning, with a fishing rod went to the river. You sit on the shore, the sun only rises, steam rises from the water.

Such grace. Pescaries, roach come across. I brought them so pleased home. My uncle worked there as an instructor in the Central Committee, supervised the river fleet. I, summer, were taken to the fleet of the fleet as a loader. Imagine: winter, Volga, 40 degrees of frost, open field on both sides, wind. We knocked out logs from a frozen raft to somehow provide the population with firewood.

You take out a log, but it does not saw - the tree has leaked water and turned into ice. Drivers without a bottle of vodka did not come, and not because they wanted to drink, but just had to warm up. Before the war, on the advice of my father, I studied at a technical school at the Faculty of Avtomechanics. Therefore, I was soon offered to work at the river fleet at the river fleet, not knowing that I was not right yet.

I went to receive. They say to me: "Come on a passport." They took for a clean coin. So I received the rights two years earlier than the permitted age. At first he worked on one and a half, then I was transferred to a passenger car. In the year, he even managed to work on a tractor and a combine in the Tula region at the Arkhangelsky state farm on harvesting.

There was no one else - everyone was taken into the army. It was a poultry farm, for workdays we were given six turkeys and a basket of eggs. He was sent to the combined arms school at the films. I stayed there for six months. Then, in connection with a difficult situation at the front, volunteers, including me, were sent to the Tula region. There, from Georgia, the Tevsky Infantry School was transferred from Georgia.

I stayed there for a month. They fed badly, some grain floated in galvanized bowls. And across the road, the field of onion grew. We put him and - into this bowl. And, you know, it was so great with onions! From there in the summer they transferred to the reserve regiment to Izhevsk. About a month and a half later we were gathered in the square. The brigade commander performed.

God give you health, good luck. We are directing you to the Southern Front. ” We were loaded into commodity wagons, a pot and dry rations were given - a concentrate of dry buckwheat porridge, 5 pieces of sugar. Under Voroshilovrad, the train was stopped. The commander met us, put us on the hill. And shells fly over us and somewhere in the distance break, they can even see them!

The German threshed as expected. When we were built in a line, I attracted the attention of the commander with my high growth. Upon learning that I was a driver, he sent me a driver of Willis to the head of the operational department. But he did not drive for long, a month and a half. The commander seriously wounded and they gave me a machine gun, a rifle, two anti -tank grenades.

Due to the dust, knee-deep, with machine guns it was hard for us, we put them off and took a three-line. She is more reliable.Once they watched in the trenches, as the first echelon from the battle returned. Some guys have their hands beaten, others have wounded. The picture is heavy. And our echelon is the second. So, soon they will be sent there. The penalty battalion came to the aid.

There, the guys fought desperate, they did not care where and who would shoot them. Once we lay three hundred meters from the German trench. Suddenly, one of our boyfriends rose to his knee to shoot. I did not have time to aim - everything, ready. When it got dark, I look, one German crawled out at the parapet. I aimed well, translated the shutter, shot. He yelled: “Oh, Marie, O Marie!

The four of us walked through the village, which they threw - logs flew in all directions. And one shell landed on the left side of us, all laid. Two centimeters separated me from faithful death. I received injuries with whom they do not survive. The fragment entered one centimeter from the spine, knocking out four ribs, not hitting the liver and light. The skull struck. From the dissected forearm blood beats with a fountain.