Nikolai Lukashov, hero of the Soviet Union, biography. Lukashov, Nikolai Nikolaevich

) - Hero of the Soviet Union, chief of staff of the airborne assault maneuver group of the Kerkinsky border detachment of the Central Asian border district, captain - at the time of presentation to the rank of GSS.

Biography and military career

Participated in 23 major military clashes. Over 70 times he and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations.

Feat

From the award sheet for conferring the title Hero of the Soviet Union:

The chief of staff of the DSMG Lukashov N.N. took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits in the area of the settlement of Bala-Bakan, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly on the rebel battle formations. He showed heroism, courage and bravery. In that battle, the maneuver group under the command of Lukashov had the following task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the bandits from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them. The helicopter pilots, camouflaging behind the folds of the terrain, were able to approach the base at an extremely low altitude. However, as soon as the helicopters approached the landing point, enemy machine guns began firing at them. Despite the fact that the front-mounted machine gun responded to fire, it was impossible to land troops in such a situation. And then the helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land... on machine guns. The battle did not last long, although the base was guarded reliably and competently. The enemies simply did not expect such a daring and swift landing from the border guards... But when the main part of the gang was destroyed, the surviving dushmans took refuge in a cave. They responded to each attack with powerful fire, apparently deciding to take their last battle here. We had to throw grenades at the entrance... The result of that battle was the capture of a launcher with 1060 shells for it, not counting a large number of weapons and ammunition.

For the courage and heroism shown in providing international assistance to the Republic of Afghanistan, Captain Nikolai Nikolaevich Lukashov was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union by Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR dated March 17, 1988, with the presentation of the Order of Lenin and the Gold Star medal (No. 11571).

Further career

In 1991, after graduating from the Military Academy named after M.V. Frunze, N.N. Lukashov was sent to the command of the Far Eastern Border District as an officer in the border protection department of the district headquarters, then served as deputy head of the department at the headquarters of the Bikinsky border detachment. In 1992, he was appointed head of the department of the Group of Russian Border Troops in the Republic of Tajikistan, and participated in combat operations during the civil war, defending Russian military facilities and defending the border with Afghanistan.

Being recognized as partially fit for military service for health reasons, since 1995 he taught at the Golitsyn Military Institute of the Federal Border Guard Service of Russia. In 1994 he received the military rank of lieutenant colonel.

(1959-10-12 )

Nikolai Nikolaevich Lukashov(October 12 - August 17) - Hero of the Soviet Union, chief of staff of the airborne assault maneuver group of the Kerkinsky border detachment of the Central Asian border district, captain - at the time of nomination to the rank of GSS.

Biography and military career[ | ]

Participated in 23 major military clashes. Over 70 times he and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations.

Feat [ | ]

From the award sheet for conferring the title Hero of the Soviet Union:

The chief of staff of the DSMG Lukashov N.N. took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits in the area of the settlement of Bala-Bakan, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly on the rebel battle formations. He showed heroism, courage and bravery. In that battle, the maneuver group under the command of Lukashov had the following task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the bandits from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them. The helicopter pilots, camouflaging behind the folds of the terrain, were able to approach the base at an extremely low altitude. However, as soon as the helicopters approached the landing point, enemy machine guns began firing at them. Despite the fact that the front-mounted machine gun responded to fire, it was impossible to land troops in such a situation. And then the helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land... on machine guns. The battle did not last long, although the base was guarded reliably and competently. The enemies simply did not expect such a daring and swift landing from the border guards... But when the main part of the gang was destroyed, the surviving dushmans took refuge in a cave. They responded to each attack with powerful fire, apparently deciding to take their last battle here. We had to throw grenades at the entrance... The result of that battle was the capture of a launcher with 1060 shells for it, not counting a large number of weapons and ammunition.

Title Hero of the Soviet Union[ | ]

Further career[ | ]

In 1995 he was transferred to the reserve. He returned to the city of Omsk, where he worked as the head of security at the Omsk branch of one of the Moscow banks.

Death [ | ]

Died on August 17, 1996 in a traffic accident on one of the highways in the Omsk region. He was buried in Omsk at the Staro-Severny cemetery.

Awards [ | ]

Memory [ | ]

In 1988, in the village of Kamyshlovskoye, Omsk Region, during the Hero’s life, a street was named after him.

In October 2005, a memorial sign was installed on the facade of the school in the village of Novologinovo, and the educational institution was named after the countryman hero.

On May 28, 2017, the Russko-Polyanskaya border outpost was named after Hero of the Soviet Union Nikolai Lukashov. A bust of the Hero was erected in the village of Russkaya Polyana, Omsk Region.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY Lukashov Nikolai Nikolaevich Hero of the Soviet Union (Date of decree: 03/17/1988)

Lukashov Nikolai Nikolaevich - captain. Born on October 12, 1959 in the village of Novomoskovka, Tarsky district, Omsk region, in a working-class family. Russian. Member of the CPSU since 1983. In 1977 he graduated from 10th grade and was drafted into the army. In 1982 he graduated from the Higher Border Military-Political School. In Afghanistan since 1985. Participated in 23 major military clashes. Over 70 times he and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations. Chief of Staff of the Motorized Maneuvering Group, Lukashov N.N. took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of the bandits, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly on the rebel battle formations. He showed heroism, courage and bravery. In that battle, the maneuver group under the command of Lukashov had the following task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the bandits from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them. The helicopter pilots, camouflaging behind the folds of the terrain, were able to approach the base at an extremely low altitude. However, as soon as the helicopters approached the landing point, enemy machine guns began firing at them. Despite the fact that the front-mounted machine gun responded to fire, it was impossible to land troops in such a situation. And then the commander of the pilots, who led the landing, decided to land... on machine guns. The battle did not last long, although the base was guarded reliably and competently. The enemies simply did not expect such a daring and swift landing from the border guards... But when the main part of the gang was destroyed, the surviving dushmans took refuge in a cave. They responded to each attack with powerful fire, apparently deciding to take their last battle here. We had to throw grenades at the entrance... The result of that battle was the capture of a launcher with 1060 shells for it, not counting a large number of weapons and ammunition. For the courage and heroism shown in providing international assistance to the Republic of Afghanistan, Captain Lukashov was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union on March 17, 1988. In 1991, after graduating from the Academy. M.V. Frunze was sent to the command of the Far Eastern Border District troops, and a year later he was appointed deputy head of a department of one of the border detachments. Served in the Republic of Tajikistan. Due to health reasons, he was considered partially fit for military service; he taught at the Golitsyn Military Institute. In 1995 he was transferred to the reserve. He returned to Omsk, where he worked in the office of the regional governor. Tragically died in a traffic accident. Awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Red Star, "For Service to the Motherland in the USSR Armed Forces" 3rd degree, and medals.

Biography provided by Natalya Plotnikova.

Hero of the Soviet Union Captain Nikolai Lukashov “Red Star” dated March 27, 1988, corr. captain 3rd rank S. Ishchenko.

The sun was pouring out the last snowdrifts on the Moscow streets, but the cold wind still burned my face. He walked along the Kremlin wall, and passers-by looked back at him every now and then. It was clear why: his appearance seemed painfully unusual on a frosty spring day. A dark brown tan, which in July is unattainable for many who have visited the Sochi beaches, for example, a white-washed wheat mustache, squinting gray, unsmiling eyes, giving the face a distinctly stern look. To top it all off - a ceremonial overcoat and cap. How the curiosity of those he met would grow when the twenty-eight-year-old captain Nikolai Lukashov took off his overcoat. And then everyone would see the Order of the Red Banner, the Order of the Red Star, the Order “For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR” 111 degrees and the medal “For Military Merit”. A lot for an officer who only put on lieutenant's shoulder straps only five and a half years ago! But there are no major awards on his chest yet. They will soon be awarded to Hero of the Soviet Union Nikolai Lukashov - the Gold Star medal and the Order of Lenin. South of Pyanj Events in Afghanistan... Their echoes came to our homes in different ways. To someone with the news that his son had left to fulfill his international duty, to someone with a story about the feat of our soldiers and officers on that long-suffering land. A year ago, we had the opportunity to feel with particular acuteness how everything that is happening in Afghanistan is close to us. From the pages of newspapers and television screens, the word “Pyanj”, similar to a shot, hit everyone painfully. Then, in March 1987, a gang of dushmans fired at a Soviet town with that name, crossed the border and attacked our border guard. Blood was spilled. Now I know that the dushmans tried to organize such an attack more than once. Both before the events in Pyanj and after them... From the nomination for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union to the chief of staff of the unit, Captain N. Lukashov: “He began his service in the border troops in 1977. In 1982 he graduated from the military-political school. It has been participating in the provision of international assistance to the Republic of Afghanistan since April 1985. He has proven himself to be a brave, decisive officer.” Lukashov talks about his service in Afghanistan in short phrases. Suddenly he falls silent, looking somewhere up, where birds are scurrying loudly among the bare branches. And in a completely different voice he says: “Spring... It’s a pity, there’s no snow.”

Combing in a village. Lukashov N. - far left.

And it immediately becomes clear how much he, a native Siberian, missed real snow and frost under the Afghan sun. He should now go to his native New Moscow, which was lost among meter-long snowdrifts in the Omsk region. Together with my father, a collective farm machine operator, to sit in a hotly heated house. But where really... He left his parents' home a long time ago for military service as a border guard in Chukotka. Next my brother went to the military aviation school. Seeing his sons off, the father pretended to get angry: “Who will raise the bread?” Of course, it is necessary to grow bread; this occupation has always been held in high esteem in the Lukashov family. But they valued military service no less. Maybe because Nikolai never had a chance to see his grandfathers, either on the maternal or paternal side. More than forty years ago, one fell near Moscow, the funeral of another came from near Stalingrad. The Lukashov grain growers are, no doubt, hereditary. But so are warriors. How did Nikolai Lukashov become an officer? His Majesty's case. At the outpost where he ended up serving, the political officer was Captain A. Timokhin. Soul-man. In those harsh regions, the value of someone you live next to is known quickly and accurately. Almost everyone at the outpost dreamed of becoming an officer like Timokhin. That’s how Nikolai ended up at the military-political school. I had no doubt about the choice of place of officer service. He did not know a more difficult and dangerous Afghanistan. However, his fellow graduates were equally determined. He didn’t get to Afghanistan right away.

Lukashov N. in June 1985 Afghanistan

But every cloud has a silver lining. While Lukashov was serving in his native land, he realized that he had made a slight mistake in choosing a military profession. With his character, he would be a commander. His superiors believed the same. Three years after graduating from college, I was offered a command position - as a platoon commander. Those with whom I ate cadet bread together were already of great rank. But Lukashov was offered a platoon in Afghanistan. And he agreed without hesitation.

Senior Lieutenant N. Lukashov with his wife Lyudmila. Kerki, 1985

From the nomination for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union to the chief of staff of the unit, Captain N. Lukashov: “Participated in 23 major military clashes. He and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations more than 70 times.” Previously, I had to write about Heroes of the Soviet Union who received awards these days. True, they were submariners. Surprisingly, everyone in the conversation emphasized: I was lucky with my subordinates and bosses. Lukashov uttered exactly the same phrase. And I also think that this non-random coincidence can be explained as follows. Only in a strong and united platoon or company, only in a strong crew can a hero grow. People don't suddenly become heroes. Heroes are raised day by day.

In the photo from left to right: two Alpha officers, Makhlinovsky S., Lukashov N., Lapushko Y. Photo from the personal archive of officer “A” Kolomiets A. 1986

No one knows what the fate of the young platoon commander in Afghanistan would have been like if the chief of staff of the unit, Senior Lieutenant Yu. Lapushko (now a major, an academy student), had not been nearby. Nikolai himself believes that everything he learned came from Lapushko. That they shot at him from ten paces, that they threw grenades at his feet and never even wounded him, that in a trench where he found himself alone against a dozen bandits and remained unharmed - thanks to Lapushko’s science. By the time Lukashov arrived at the unit, Lapushko had already participated in dozens of battles and had extensive combat experience.

In the photo from left to right: officers of group "A", Makhlinovsky S.D., Lukashov N.N., Lapushko Yu.M., Radchuk V.V. 1986 From the archive Kolomiets A.

He and Lapushko went together to Lukashov’s first fight. We had to defeat a gang of dushmans in a gorge not far from our state border. We landed from helicopters directly above the caves in which the gang had taken refuge. That day, for the first time, Nikolai heard a burst from a heavy machine gun rushing overhead. The bullets cut the gravel in front of them and did not allow them to raise their heads above the slope of a small hill. Only the grenade launchers of the platoon commanded by Lukashov could bring them down. But the spooks wouldn’t even allow them to be dragged to the slope just like that. Lapushko ordered this. Having distributed targets in advance, the paratroopers open heavy fire, each with their own machine gun. The few seconds it will take for the dushmans to come to their senses is all that the grenade launchers will have to make an accurate shot. And it seems that Lukashov did everything right then. I instructed the most experienced grenade launcher, senior sergeant V. Chadayev, to shoot. Only the first grenade missed. We repeated it all over again - the same result. Lapushko tore and threw. I checked the grenade launcher myself. And it turned out that the senior sergeant made a mistake in the heat of battle. The grenade launcher's sight was poorly greased and prevented him from aiming accurately. We decided to shoot with mechanical sights. Then the grenades hit the target.

Captain Lukashov N. surrounded by fighters of the 1st DShZ Kerkinskaya DShMG. 1986

They didn't lose a single person. But Lukashov still remembers today the feeling of guilt with which he returned from the battle. I concluded for myself: always and under all circumstances, a commander in battle must maintain a clear head and firmness in leading his subordinates. If it had been so that time - not Lapushko, he himself would have checked the grenade launcher, precious seconds would not have been lost, which are of particular value under fire. There were so many of them later, hot battles with dushmans... In battles, Lukashov’s commanding ability came to him along with experience. Six months later he was promoted. They don't keep timid people in the paratroopers. His new subordinates were men of desperate courage. This demanded a lot from him too. And a special responsibility was imposed by the fact that there was no one to take command. Lukashov's predecessor, senior lieutenant A. Zubarev, died. Zubarev’s family remained in the Central Asian garrison. But he didn’t have time to formalize the relationship with his wife. On the day he died, the senior lieutenant’s daughter was born. According to the documents, it doesn’t seem to be Zubarev. And she doesn’t seem to be entitled to a pension for her deceased father. How much Lukashov and his comrades fought to prove the injustice of the situation! How many times did he feel like there was a wall in front of him? Lukashov still won that “fight”. Now, according to documents, the daughter of Andrei Zubarev lives in this world. And from then on, the paratroopers looked at the commander in a special way. From the nomination for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union to the chief of staff of the unit, Captain N. Lukashov: “N. N. Lukashov took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly into the battle formations of the rebels, and showed heroism, courage and bravery.”

Soldiers of the 1st DShZ with their native commander. Panj, December 1986 Photo borrowed from the pages of the Odnoklassniki website.

The leader of the gang that settled at that base was called Ermamat. Our soldiers christened him more simply and more familiar to Russian ears - Yermolai. It is difficult to defeat a gang in the gorge. Both “Yermolai” and our command understood this. However, the day came when it was impossible to postpone the operation to destroy the gang. Intelligence officers reported that rockets were being delivered to the base en masse. Our border is about a hundred kilometers away. The flight range of such a projectile is about twenty kilometers.

Meeting of veterans of the Kerkin DShMG at the celebration of Border Guard Day in Moscow. Photo borrowed from the pages of the Odnoklassniki website.

The paratroopers were given the task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the enemy from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them. The unit's chief of staff, Captain Lukashov, flew out with the helicopters of the first group. We approached the base at an extremely low altitude, camouflaging ourselves with the folds of the terrain. And immediately the flashes of machine-gun fire from the dushmans began to pulsate through the portholes. Through the roar of the helicopter engines, the machine gun rattled as the pilots did their best to make the landing party's work easier. It was impossible to land under the fire of the dushmans’ machine guns. The helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land...on machine guns. Through the open door of the car, Lukashov saw a raised barrel right under his feet and a crew falling backwards. Already jumping, I noticed how senior warrant officer R. Khusneev jumped a little further onto the frame of another machine gun... Soon it was all over. At the destroyed base, the paratroopers captured 1,060 rockets.

Nikolai Lukashov at a meeting with DShMG veterans in Moscow. Photo from the archive of Besov V.

In a few days, Captain Lukashov will return to his unit. Afghanistan awaits him again. If he were a sailor, I would wish Lukashov seven feet under the keel. I really don’t know what they say to paratroopers in such cases. They probably just wish you luck. She is not the last thing in his service.

“You know what kind of guy he was...”

(From the memoirs of Viktor Lukashov, brother of Hero of the Soviet Union N.N. Lukashov.

“We were all born in the maternity hospital of the village of Evgashchino, Bolsherechensky district, Omsk region. Kolya was born on October 12, 1959 in the village of Novomoskovka, Tarsky district, Omsk region. Kolya and his parents lived for some time in the village of Novaya Moskovka. And then they moved to the village of Chernigovo, which is located 15 km from the village of Evgashchino. Then, for obvious reasons, this village was resettled and the houses were demolished, now in its place there is a foundation pit. People left the village of Chernigovo due to the inconvenience associated with the education of their children. In the village there was only an elementary school, and after the third grade students had to study and live in a boarding school in Evgashchino. In 1971, we moved to Kazakhstan, to the village of Fabrichny, near Almaty. We lived for two years in Kazakhstan and returned to the Omsk region. We lived for a month in the village of Khmarovka, near Issyk-Kulem, then moved to the village named after the 16th Party Congress, where they lived for many years. The village of the 16th Party Congress was located in the Lyubinsky district of the Omsk region, 50 km from the city of Omsk. The central estate of the Kamyshlovsky educational farm was located in 4 km from the village of “16th Party Congress”. Three villages make up the educational farm.

Little Kolya Lukashov

Kolya was the eldest in our family, and he had to raise me and three other sisters; our parents worked a lot. Kolya loved cleanliness and order. We also had a brother, Vitya, but he drowned when he was little. Kolya missed him a lot and said: “I want Vitya!” I was born, and Kolya himself gave me a name. Until the age of six, few people called me by name.

Little Nikolai (far right).

Our mother, Lukashova Anna Andreevna (maiden name Latysheva). She was born on December 11, 1936. She began working early, at the age of 11. She started working at a milk separator (“molokanka”), then worked as an accountant and livestock breeder foreman. 7th grade education. I don’t remember that she studied anywhere. Apparently, she was smart by nature, and knowledge and beliefs came with work experience. This study continued for her throughout her life. On simple accounts, she completed all the reports ahead of schedule and without errors, and, as a rule, the reports were not only her own. She helped prepare reports for all managers with higher education. She had her own opinion and many listened to her. She was respected. Non-party, but she was constantly trusted to lead meetings of the party cell in the village at the Kamyshlovsky educational farm.

Kolya with grandmother Alexandra.

Dad, on the contrary, is a member of the Communist Party. They tried to keep him from attending meetings, under various pretexts. It was hot! When defending his opinion, he could use a “strong argument” in the form of a fist for greater persuasiveness. Our father, Nikolai Titovich Lukashov, born in 1935. Grandmother Evgenia recalled how difficult it was to raise children in those early years. There was famine throughout the country; there was nothing to feed the family. At least something could be explained to the older children. Sometimes, Evgeniya’s grandmother recalled, she had to feed her father vodka from a tablespoon in the cradle so that he would not cry from hunger. So he slept for three days without moving, but did not become an alcoholic. She worked, but she loved village festivities more. She sang well. Both our mother and father had good hearing and voice. Even in his youth, my father would adapt and sing to other people’s voices. Sometimes grandmothers pass by and say: “Why is our friend singing today?”

Nikolai with his mother and sister.

My father went to serve on the border, on the Kuril Islands. There he immediately established himself as a straightforward and principled soldier in all matters. Not agreeing with the officer’s opinion, he was given an assignment to break the ice on the parade ground. And the political officer, to aggravate the punishment, took the crowbar. Dad took the crowbar from the political officer, but he tried to resist. So Dad used this crowbar to “depart” the political officer of the outpost, for which he was punished. They lectured him for 24 hours in the guardhouse of the Border Detachment, and then he was sent to a penal outpost. Lost places, steep cliffs, strong winds, you can easily fall apart. After 1.5 years of service, a stomach ulcer developed, which greatly undermined my father’s health. My father was discharged. The doctors said: “He won’t last long, he’ll die.” Anticipating the “imminent end,” the father prepared to die and began to drink “everything that burns.” But then the first son was born and named him by his own name. Nikolai! He loved his firstborn very much... Life regained its meaning. The ulcer has healed. The ulcer healed, but the father did not stop drinking. Father, sometimes after drinking, offended his mother, and Kolya stood up for his mother and, naturally, he got it for it. But perhaps this is precisely what instilled in Nikolai a heightened sense of justice and responsibility for those around him. A machine operator since childhood, a leader in labor. Our father was a leader not only in the educational farm and the Lyubinsk region, he was a prize-winner in the Omsk region in terms of grain threshing. If he had not been taken off the combine when he was drunk and taken to the regional sobering-up center, he would always have been the first. Who would allow this? My father drank, but was not cocky, but he could always fight back if someone offended him. “Flashed” like gunpowder. Well, I always asked awkward questions to my superiors. That’s why they asked him, under various pretexts, not to go to meetings, saying that his mother would tell him everything.

Nikolai while studying at school.

Kolya went to school at the age of 6. Let me clarify, an elementary school with three classes was in the village of the “16th Party Congress” and I, our three sisters, took it over. Galina - one year, I - two, and my younger sisters Natalya and Tatyana studied there for three years. At school Kolya studied well, his older sister was an excellent student, his younger sisters also studied well. He studied for four years in the village of Chernigovo. At that time he was an excellent student. For some time there was a secondary school in the village, and then something changed and it was closed. From that moment on, Kolya had to study in the 5th grade and live in a boarding school in the regional center of Evgashchino. As an 11-year-old child, he often walked home on weekends, and sometimes ran away in the middle of the week, covering a 15 km journey. He was bored. strongly followed by all of us. Then the move to Kazakhstan for two years, then again a series of moves. All this was reflected in Nikolai’s studies, his academic performance dropped to “3” and “4”. It’s a pity that my mother died, she had an excellent memory until her death. Well, I devoted little time to my studies. My parents thought that I wouldn’t finish school at all and would be a burden to them all my life, but they were very mistaken. After the 8th grade, Kolya really wanted to go to a vocational school to become a driver, but he didn’t qualify because of his age. I had to finish 10th grade at the Kamyshlovskoe educational farm school. Our mother played checkers well and when we were little, in preschool age, she taught us all this game. Nikolai and I played well and later became interested in chess. Then they played cards for money. The money wasn't big then. I personally did not give up this hobby both in flight school and in the service later, I was very passionate. In the village of the 16th Party Congress, the club had average billiards, and Nikolai and I often ran to the club to play balls. Over time, we learned to play very well. For example, I then played big billiards in Omsk in a workers’ dormitory, and quite well. During his school years, Kolya was interested in poetry, he wrote poems about the Motherland, and at that time I disappeared on the railway and threw stones at passing trains. But in physical development he did not lag behind Kolya, and in weightlifting and artistic gymnastics he surpassed Kolya. For some time I had problems with hearing, and therefore at school I misunderstood many things. He studied poorly and even rarely went to his favorite physical education class, although he was well developed. At the age of 14, I could freely do the sun on the crossbar, although no one taught me this. Our father played a little harmony and accordion, and Kolya and I adopted these abilities. We learned to play the button accordion quite quickly and easily. Then there was the guitar. I went further in playing the accordion and button accordion, but Kolya played the guitar well and sang well. Since childhood, Kolya played excellent football and hockey. Often he happened to stand at the gate and stand to the death. As in many Russian villages, there were few leisure activities. Kolya and his friends often went to the neighboring village to fight, then this was a fairly common occurrence. Since childhood, Kolya had the qualities of a defender and intercessor with a keen sense of justice. On the street he protected me and my sisters, raised us. I remember in the village of Chernigovo Vasya Morozov, a neighbor who lived opposite, often offended me, but our older sister Galina got it more. Kolya stood up for us, but for a long time he could not overcome the offender, because Vasya was two years older. But Kolya was always stronger than him in spirit. One day Kolya contrived and beat Vasily. This greatly undermined the neighbor's self-confidence. And Kolya was no longer inferior to him in fights. Kolya went to serve in Afghanistan, and his neighbor went to prison. Vasya served many years, almost half his life. In recent years, Vasya served his next sentence in prison in the Omsk region. It was there that he read the newspaper “Red Star” with an essay about Hero of the Soviet Union Nikolai Lukashov. He told everyone there that this Hero was his best childhood friend and neighbor, and was proud to know Kolya.

Recruit Lukashov N. One of the first photos from service in the border troops of the USSR.

After the 10th Grade, Kolya entered GPTU-1 in Omsk with a degree in machine tool operator with software. Then, in 1977, the army. Service in the Border Troops, 180 meridian, Chukotka, Anadyr region.

Nikolai during his service in the PV.

There he decided to go to Moscow for the company and enter the Golitsyn Border School. And I did! He studied at the school with “good” and “excellent” grades, and was a junior sergeant in a training platoon.

Looking at Kolya, I began to quickly grow up and gain intelligence. After the 8th grade, I continued to study at GPTU-2, in Omsk, to become a gas-electric welder. At GPTU I was not only a group leader, but also an avid athlete. Ski racing, orienteering, winter all-around. He was the champion of the city of Omsk in winter all-around among pre-conscription youth.

In 1982, Nikolai successfully graduated from the border school in Golitsyno. I came to see him in Moscow for his graduation. At the graduation there was Andropov Yu.V., Chebrikov V.M. And Kolya’s diploma was presented by Hero of the Soviet Union, Chief of the USSR Border Troops, Army General V.A. Sailors. Shaking Nikolai’s hand and presenting Nikolai’s diploma, he said: “We’ll meet in the troops!” Later this happened, and more than once.

Viktor Lukashov is at the border, visiting his brother. Nebit-Dag, 1983

Kolya ended up serving in the Nebit-Dag border detachment, as a political officer at the outpost. Caspian, village Okarem-Wharf. I visited him at the outpost for a week. Sands, heat and porcupines. We sang a lot of popular songs, and I played the accordion. The unit took a button accordion. In Nebit-Dag, Nikolai’s service was in complete order: one of the best officers in the area. Although, Nikolai was a little bored in the Caspian Sea... And so Kolya and the head of the outpost often measured their strength and fought in sparring. The head of the outpost, having drunk, was the first to get cocky, but Kolya had more experience in this area. Born a warrior, Nikolai did not yield in battle and constantly “beat” his boss. The same one, having sobered up, scribbled denunciations at him in annoyance. Kolya became friends with Captain Pyshny in Nebit-Dag. He is also Nikolai Nikolaevich. Groovy man! Afghan, shell-shocked. So they gave out numbers together. Fights with the population of surrounding villages because they were engaged in poaching. Kolya took decisive measures on this matter, perhaps not according to the regulations, but in accordance with the situation. Kolya could not stand it when local guys stopped him on the street and tried to teach him to obey “local laws.” Often because of this I had to fight with local horsemen. One day he gave the son of the local police chief a good beating when he and his friends came to the outpost to get the young officer’s license checked. The local “authority” received a serious educational lesson from Nikolai. He intimidated Kolya with his father and, retreating, got on a motorcycle. Without thinking twice, Kolya fired a “warning burst” at the motorcycle from a machine gun, then caught up with the scoundrel and slapped him in the face. “As a result of the crime,” a criminal case was opened against Kolya; he was threatened with criminal liability for beating the son of an official. Here the Head of the detachment’s political department stood up for him. For some time, Kolya underwent political training in the Nebit-Dag border detachment under the control of the head of the political department, and therefore the chief knew the young lieutenant well and spoke positively about him as a person and a specialist officer. And about the incident with this son of a cop from Nebit-Dag, he said: “He’s still young, he was a little weird, but he acted like a real officer! I’m sure everything will work out.” He insisted on closing the fabricated case, saying: “We don’t throw away real officers!” Later I met this lieutenant colonel in Ashgabat at the railway station. He remembered Nikolai for a long time and very warmly. An elderly border guard officer simply recognized me and called me to come up to him. He asked: “Are you going to see your brother?” Well, we started talking. He said that he was jealous of my brother in a kind way. Like, he’s just started his service, and already his younger brother is coming to visit. And to me, he says, it’s not like relatives, not a single b…. didn't arrive. It was with this act that Kolya paved the beginning of his road to Afghanistan. Next thing you know, he couldn’t avoid Afghanistan. Kolya was sent straight to his death. After the Nebit-Dag border detachment, Nikolai ended up serving in the Termez Military Unit (military unit 2099), in MMG-1 “Marmol”.

Lukashov Nikolay Nikolaevich
12.10.1959 - 17.08.1996
Hero of the Soviet Union
Date of decree: 03/17/1988, Medal No. 11571

Lukashov Nikolai Nikolaevich - chief of staff of the airborne assault maneuver group of the Kerkinsky border detachment of the Central Asian border district, captain.

Born on October 12, 1959 in the village of Novomoskovka, Tarsky district, Omsk region, in a working-class family. Russian. In 1977 he graduated from State Technical University No. 1 of the city of Omsk with a degree in operator of numerically controlled machine tools. He worked in his specialty at one of the Omsk factories.

In 1977 he was drafted into the Border Troops for military service. He served in Chukotka as a rifleman, and after graduating from sergeant school, he became a squad commander at a border outpost there. In 1978 he entered the Higher Military-Political Border School (Golitsino, Moscow Region), which he successfully graduated in 1982. Member of the CPSU since 1983. After college, he was sent to the Turkmen SSR, to the Nebit-Dag border detachment to the position of deputy head of the outpost for political affairs.

As part of the Limited contingent of Soviet troops in the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan from March 1984 to April 1988. First he commanded a platoon in the motorized maneuver group of the Termez border detachment, from April 1985 he was the chief of staff of the airborne assault maneuver group (ASMG) of the Kerkinsky border detachment, and from 1987 he was the headquarters officer of the operational group of the Central Asian border district in Afghanistan.

Participated in 23 major military clashes. Over 70 times he and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations.

Chief of Staff of the DSMG Lukashov N.N. took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits in the area of the settlement of Bala-Bakan, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly on the rebel battle formations. He showed heroism, courage and bravery. In that battle, the maneuver group under the command of Lukashov had the following task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the bandits from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them.

The helicopter pilots, camouflaging behind the folds of the terrain, were able to approach the base at an extremely low altitude. However, as soon as the helicopters approached the landing point, enemy machine guns began firing at them. Despite the fact that the front-mounted machine gun responded to fire, it was impossible to land troops in such a situation. And then the helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land... on machine guns. The battle did not last long, although the base was guarded reliably and competently. The enemies simply did not expect such a daring and swift landing from the border guards...

But when the main part of the gang was destroyed, the surviving dushmans took refuge in a cave. They responded to each attack with powerful fire, apparently deciding to take their last battle here. We had to throw grenades at the entrance...

The result of that battle was the capture of a launcher with 1060 shells for it, not counting a large number of weapons and ammunition.

In 1991, after graduating from the Military Academy named after M.V. Frunze, N.N. Lukashov was sent to the directorate of troops of the Far Eastern Border District as an officer in the border protection department of the district headquarters, then served as deputy head of the department at the headquarters of the Bikinsky border detachment. In 1992, he was appointed head of the department of the Group of Russian Border Troops in the Republic of Tajikistan, and participated in combat operations during the civil war, defending Russian military facilities and defending the border with Afghanistan.

In 1995 he was transferred to the reserve. He returned to the city of Omsk, where he worked as the head of security at the Omsk branch of one of the Moscow banks.

Tragically died on August 17, 1996 in a traffic accident on one of the highways in the Omsk region. He was buried in Omsk at the Staro-Severny cemetery.

Awarded the Order of Lenin, the Red Banner, the Red Star, "For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR" 3rd degree, and medals.

In 1988, in the village of Kamyshlovskoye, Omsk Region, during the Hero’s life, a street was named after him. In October 2000, a memorial sign was installed on the facade of the school in the village of Kamyshlovka.

In 1989, N.N. Lukashov’s “Gold Star” medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union was stolen.

Biography provided by Natalya Plotnikova.

Hero of the Soviet Union Captain Nikolai Lukashov (“Red Star” dated March 27, 1988, correspondent Captain 3rd Rank S. Ishchenko):

How the curiosity of those he met would grow when the twenty-eight-year-old captain Nikolai Lukashov took off his overcoat. And then everyone would see the Order of the Red Banner, the Order of the Red Star, the Order “For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR” 3rd degree and the medal “For Military Merit”. A lot for an officer who only put on lieutenant's shoulder straps only five and a half years ago! But there are no major awards on his chest yet. They will soon be awarded to Hero of the Soviet Union Nikolai Lukashov - the Gold Star medal and the Order of Lenin.

South of Pyanj.

Events in Afghanistan... Their echoes came to our homes in different ways. To someone with the news that his son had left to fulfill his international duty, to someone with a story about the feat of our soldiers and officers on that long-suffering land. A year ago, we had the opportunity to feel with particular acuteness how everything that is happening in Afghanistan is close to us. From the pages of newspapers and television screens, the word “Pyanj”, similar to a shot, hit everyone painfully. Then, in March 1987, a gang of dushmans fired at a Soviet town with that name, crossed the border and attacked our border guard. Blood was spilled.

Now I know that the dushmans tried to organize such an attack more than once. Both before the events in Pyanj and after them...

From the nomination for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union to the chief of staff of the unit, Captain N. Lukashov: “He began his service in the border troops in 1977. In 1982 he graduated from the military-political school. It has been participating in the provision of international assistance to the Republic of Afghanistan since April 1985. He has proven himself to be a brave, decisive officer.” Lukashov talks about his service in Afghanistan in short phrases. Suddenly he falls silent, looking somewhere up, where birds are scurrying loudly among the bare branches. And in a completely different voice he says:

Spring... It's a pity there is no snow.

And who will grow the bread?

Of course, it is necessary to grow bread; this occupation has always been held in high esteem in the Lukashov family. But they valued military service no less. Maybe because Nikolai never had a chance to see his grandfathers, either on the maternal or paternal side. More than forty years ago, one fell near Moscow, the funeral of another came from near Stalingrad. The Lukashov grain growers are, no doubt, hereditary. But so are warriors.

How did Nikolai Lukashov become an officer? His Majesty's case. At the outpost where he ended up serving, the political officer was Captain A. Timokhin. Soul-man. In those harsh regions, the value of someone you live next to is known quickly and accurately. Almost everyone at the outpost dreamed of becoming an officer like Timokhin. That’s how Nikolai ended up at the military-political school.

I had no doubt about the choice of place of officer service. He did not know a more difficult and dangerous Afghanistan. However, his fellow graduates were equally determined. He didn’t get to Afghanistan right away.

Three years after graduating from college, I was offered a command position - as a platoon commander. Those with whom I ate cadet bread together were already of great rank. But Lukashov was offered a platoon in Afghanistan. And he agreed without hesitation.

Previously, I had to write about Heroes of the Soviet Union who received awards these days. True, they were submariners. Surprisingly, everyone in the conversation emphasized: I was lucky with my subordinates and bosses. Lukashov uttered exactly the same phrase. And I also think that this non-random coincidence can be explained as follows. Only in a strong and united platoon or company, only in a strong crew can a hero grow. People don't suddenly become heroes. Heroes are raised day by day.

Lapushko ordered this. Having distributed targets in advance, the paratroopers open heavy fire, each with their own machine gun. The few seconds it will take for the dushmans to come to their senses is all that the grenade launchers will have to make an accurate shot. And it seems that Lukashov did everything right then. I instructed the most experienced grenade launcher, senior sergeant V. Chadayev, to shoot. Only the first grenade missed. We repeated it all over again - the same result. Lapushko tore and threw. I checked the grenade launcher myself. And it turned out that the senior sergeant made a mistake in the heat of battle. The grenade launcher's sight was poorly greased and prevented him from aiming accurately. We decided to shoot with mechanical sights. Then the grenades hit the target.

There were so many of them later, hot battles with dushmans... In battles, Lukashov’s commanding ability came to him along with experience. Six months later he was promoted. They don't keep timid people in the paratroopers. His new subordinates were men of desperate courage. This demanded a lot from him too. And a special responsibility was imposed by the fact that there was no one to take command. Lukashov's predecessor, senior lieutenant A. Zubarev, died. Zubarev’s family remained in the Central Asian garrison. But he didn’t have time to formalize the relationship with his wife. On the day he died, the senior lieutenant’s daughter was born. According to the documents, it doesn’t seem to be Zubarev. And she doesn’t seem to be entitled to a pension for her deceased father. How much Lukashov and his comrades fought to prove the injustice of the situation! How many times did he feel like there was a wall in front of him?

Lukashov still won that “fight”. Now, according to documents, the daughter of Andrei Zubarev lives in this world. And from then on, the paratroopers looked at the commander in a special way. From the nomination for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union to the chief of staff of the unit, Captain N. Lukashov: “N. N. Lukashov took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly into the battle formations of the rebels, and showed heroism, courage and bravery.”

It was impossible to land under the fire of the dushmans’ machine guns. The helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land...on machine guns. Through the open door of the car, Lukashov saw a raised barrel right under his feet and a crew falling backwards. Already jumping, I noticed how senior warrant officer R. Khusneev jumped a little further away onto the frame of another machine gun... Soon it was all over. At the destroyed base, the paratroopers captured 1,060 rockets. In a few days, Captain Lukashov will return to his unit. Afghanistan awaits him again. If he were a sailor, I would wish Lukashov seven feet under the keel. I really don’t know what they say to paratroopers in such cases. They probably just wish you luck. She is not the last thing in his service.

The article was provided by the Hero’s brother - Viktor Nikolaevich Lukashov
Sources
Russian Border Service. Encyclopedia. Biographies. – Moscow, 2008.

(1996-08-17 ) (36 years) A place of death Affiliation

USSR USSR

Rank

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Battles/wars Awards and prizes

Biography and military career

Participated in 23 major military clashes. Over 70 times he and his subordinates parachuted into enemy locations.

Feat

From the award sheet for conferring the title Hero of the Soviet Union:

The chief of staff of the DSMG Lukashov N.N. took part in the battle to capture and destroy the base camp of bandits in the area of the settlement of Bala-Bakan, which posed a great danger. Personally led the advanced units of the group. With bold and decisive actions, he ensured the landing of his unit directly on the rebel battle formations. He showed heroism, courage and bravery. In that battle, the maneuver group under the command of Lukashov had the following task: to capture the base during the day, prevent the bandits from leaving and take at least part of the weapons with them. The helicopter pilots, camouflaging behind the folds of the terrain, were able to approach the base at an extremely low altitude. However, as soon as the helicopters approached the landing point, enemy machine guns began firing at them. Despite the fact that the front-mounted machine gun responded to fire, it was impossible to land troops in such a situation. And then the helicopter commander, who led the landing, decided to land... on machine guns. The battle did not last long, although the base was guarded reliably and competently. The enemies simply did not expect such a daring and swift landing from the border guards... But when the main part of the gang was destroyed, the surviving dushmans took refuge in a cave. They responded to each attack with powerful fire, apparently deciding to take their last battle here. We had to throw grenades at the entrance... The result of that battle was the capture of a launcher with 1060 shells for it, not counting a large number of weapons and ammunition.

Further career

In 1995 he was transferred to the reserve. He returned to the city of Omsk, where he worked as the head of security at the Omsk branch of one of the Moscow banks.

Death

Tragically died on August 17, 1996 in a traffic accident on one of the highways in the Omsk region. He was buried in Omsk at the Staro-Severny cemetery.

Awards and memory

Order "For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR" 3rd degree
Medals

In 1988, in the village of Kamyshlovskoye, Omsk Region, during the Hero’s life, a street was named after him.

In October 2005, a memorial sign was installed on the facade of the school in the village of Novologinovo, and the educational institution was named after the countryman hero.

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Another hussar also rushed to the horse, but Bondarenko had already thrown over the reins of the bit. It was obvious that the cadet spent a lot of money on vodka, and that it was profitable to serve him. Rostov stroked the horse’s neck, then its rump, and stopped on the porch.
“Nice! This will be the horse!” he said to himself and, smiling and holding his saber, ran up onto the porch, rattling his spurs. The German owner, in a sweatshirt and cap, with a pitchfork with which he was clearing out manure, looked out of the barn. The German's face suddenly brightened as soon as he saw Rostov. He smiled cheerfully and winked: “Schon, gut Morgen!” Schon, gut Morgen! [Wonderful, good morning!] he repeated, apparently finding pleasure in greeting the young man.
- Schon fleissig! [Already at work!] - said Rostov with the same joyful, brotherly smile that never left his animated face. - Hoch Oestreicher! Hoch Russen! Kaiser Alexander hoch! [Hurray Austrians! Hurray Russians! Emperor Alexander, hurray!] - he turned to the German, repeating the words often spoken by the German owner.
The German laughed, walked completely out of the barn door, pulled
cap and, waving it over his head, shouted:
– Und die ganze Welt hoch! [And the whole world cheers!]
Rostov himself, just like a German, waved his cap over his head and, laughing, shouted: “Und Vivat die ganze Welt”! Although there was no reason for special joy either for the German, who was cleaning out his barn, or for Rostov, who was riding with his platoon for hay, both these people looked at each other with happy delight and brotherly love, shook their heads as a sign of mutual love and parted smiling - the German to the cowshed, and Rostov to the hut he occupied with Denisov.
- What is it, master? - he asked Lavrushka, Denisov’s lackey, a rogue known to the entire regiment.
- Haven't been since last night. That’s right, we lost,” Lavrushka answered. “I already know that if they win, they’ll come early to brag, but if they don’t win until morning, that means they’ve lost their minds, and they’ll come angry.” Would you like some coffee?
- Come on, come on.
After 10 minutes, Lavrushka brought coffee. They're coming! - he said, - now there’s trouble. - Rostov looked out the window and saw Denisov returning home. Denisov was a small man with a red face, shiny black eyes, and black tousled mustache and hair. He had an unbuttoned mantle, wide chikchirs lowered in folds, and a crumpled hussar cap on the back of his head. He gloomily, with his head down, approached the porch.
“Lavg’ushka,” he shouted loudly and angrily. “Well, take it off, you idiot!”
“Yes, I’m filming anyway,” Lavrushka’s voice answered.
- A! “You’re already up,” Denisov said, entering the room.
“A long time ago,” said Rostov, “I already went for hay and saw the maid of honor Matilda.”
- That's how it is! And I puffed up, bg"at, why"a, like a son of a bitch! - Denisov shouted, without pronouncing the word. - Such a misfortune! Such a misfortune! As you left, so it went. Hey, some tea!
Denisov, wrinkling his face, as if smiling and showing his short, strong teeth, began to ruffle his fluffy black thick hair with both hands with short fingers, like a dog.
“Why didn’t I have the money to go to this kg”ysa (the officer’s nickname),” he said, rubbing his forehead and face with both hands. “Can you imagine, not a single one, not a single one?” "You didn't give it.
Denisov took the lit pipe that was handed to him, clenched it into a fist, and, scattering fire, hit it on the floor, continuing to scream.
- Sempel will give, pag"ol will beat; Sempel will give, pag"ol will beat.
He scattered fire, broke the pipe and threw it away. Denisov paused and suddenly looked cheerfully at Rostov with his sparkling black eyes.
- If only there were women. Otherwise, there’s nothing to do here, just like drinking. If only I could drink and drink.
- Hey, who's there? - he turned to the door, hearing the stopped steps of thick boots with the clanking of spurs and a respectful cough.
- Sergeant! - said Lavrushka.
Denisov wrinkled his face even more.
“Skveg,” he said, throwing away a wallet with several gold pieces. “G’ostov, count, my dear, how much is left there, and put the wallet under the pillow,” he said and went out to the sergeant.
Rostov took the money and, mechanically, putting aside and arranging old and new gold pieces in piles, began to count them.
- A! Telyanin! Zdog "ovo! They blew me away!" – Denisov’s voice was heard from another room.
- Who? At Bykov’s, at the rat’s?... I knew,” said another thin voice, and after that Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
Rostov threw his wallet under the pillow and shook the small, damp hand extended to him. Telyanin was transferred from the guard for something before the campaign. He behaved very well in the regiment; but they did not like him, and in particular Rostov could neither overcome nor hide his causeless disgust for this officer.
- Well, young cavalryman, how is my Grachik serving you? - he asked. (Grachik was a riding horse, a carriage, sold by Telyanin to Rostov.)
The lieutenant never looked into the eyes of the person he was talking to; his eyes constantly darted from one object to another.
- I saw you passed by today...
“It’s okay, he’s a good horse,” Rostov answered, despite the fact that this horse, which he bought for 700 rubles, was not worth even half of that price. “She started falling on the left front...,” he added. - The hoof is cracked! It's nothing. I will teach you and show you which rivet to use.
“Yes, please show me,” said Rostov.
“I’ll show you, I’ll show you, it’s not a secret.” And you will be grateful for the horse.
“So I’ll order the horse to be brought,” said Rostov, wanting to get rid of Telyanin, and went out to order the horse to be brought.
In the entryway, Denisov, holding a pipe, huddled on the threshold, sat in front of the sergeant, who was reporting something. Seeing Rostov, Denisov winced and, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb into the room in which Telyanin was sitting, winced and shook with disgust.
“Oh, I don’t like the fellow,” he said, not embarrassed by the sergeant’s presence.
Rostov shrugged his shoulders, as if saying: “Me too, but what can I do!” and, having given orders, returned to Telyanin.
Telyanin was still sitting in the same lazy position in which Rostov had left him, rubbing his small white hands.
“There are such nasty faces,” Rostov thought as he entered the room.
- Well, did they tell you to bring the horse? - Telyanin said, getting up and looking around casually.
- I ordered it.
- Let's go on our own. I just came in to ask Denisov about yesterday’s order. Got it, Denisov?
- Not yet. Where are you going?
“I want to teach a young man how to shoe a horse,” said Telyanin.