Olek Dundich Biography

The article was updated in January G. Material from Wikipedia - the free encyclopedia Olek Dundich Serb. Awards and prizes: the Order of the Red Banner of Honorary Revolutionary Weapons in the early biography of Dundich is a lot of obscure, so it is impossible to definitely argue the time and place of his birth, whether the surname Dundich and the name of the Ole, as well as nationality and religion, is the present [2].

In some sources, he is called Serb [3], at the same time in others he appears as a Croat [5]. By origin, the Orthodox [3] Serb [3] from Serbian rural [3] residents, originally from the Austro-Hungarian Dalmatia. The third latest source states the complete ambiguity of his early biography, including the place and time of birth, the present name and surname, calling him Serb and without affecting religion.

At the beginning of the First World War, he was called up to serve as an ordinary in the Austro-Hungarian army. The regiment consisted mainly of residents of the Bosnian region, and its fighters were called Zibzigers of it. He fell into Russian captivity near Lutsk in May. The Civil War in the summer of the year entered the Red Guard allegedly in Odessa. In March, he headed a partisan detachment in the Donbass in the Bakhmut area, which then joined the Morozov-Donetsk division of the Soviet troops retreating to Tsaritsyn.

He participated in the defense of Tsaritsyn as part of the international battalion, then in the Kverigade of Kryuchkovsky. Budyonny, then in the 1st Cavalry Corps and the First Horse Army. He was an assistant to the regiment commander, the commander of the cavalry division at the headquarters of the first cavalry. Since June, Pomkommandir 36 regiments of 6 cavalry division.

He died at the end of the civil war during the storming of exactly the First Horse Army in the territory, then departed to a year to Poland. The commander of the first cavalry Budyonny, who became an involuntary eyewitness to the death of Dundich, recalled this ahead of us, from the lowland, suddenly jumped out a unit of the Polish infantry and scattered across the field.

I called the adjutant Zelensky. Let them attack immediately. The adjutant did not have time to run to the horses, and the cavalry came out of Zhitin on trot and, turning around, rushed into the enemy. It was a cavalry regiment. We learned the Don Cossacks easily. But what surprised us - ahead, bursting with thirty meters, rode Olek Dundich. No more than half a month ago, he was appointed assistant commander of the regiment of the 6th division.

And as I ended up in the m regiment - for me and now a riddle. Maybe he went in touch with the brigade A. Be that as it may, but we saw very closely Olek Dundich. A tall golden horse, sparkling in the rays of the Sun, a saber, black Circassian, famously knocked on the back of the head of the Kubank and trembling the Bashlyk created the image of a fairy -tale hero. In its indomitable courage, in combat affairs it was a really legendary hero.

And now, as if a falcon released, he flew towards the feat. But does he know who had prepared fate for him? For a moment, I looked up from the attacking regiment, paying attention to the projectile bursting near the railway. And then, like a blow, Voroshilov’s disturbing voice flashed: “Dundich! .. I turned my head abruptly and managed to notice how Ore, with my hands, fell off the horse with a stone.” So only the dead fall!

I was shocked no less than Clement Efremovich. In the chest, it was as if something broke off.

The Mauser grabbed in a rage and shot several times, forgetting that the enemy is far away and my bullets simply would not reach. The path traveled. The most truthful data on the death of Dundich is transmitted in his memoirs by the former commissioner of the squadron, now a colonel, comrade Varypaev. He says: “We went on the attack. It was necessary to cross the uneven terrain: a beam, behind it, then the second and third beams and only behind them, on the plain, to smash the dull enemy.

It was a difficult task. All beams were shot by an adversary from machine guns and even snipers. They just went to the first hill, bullets swearing like bees. We hear - the wounded is already moaning, there are killed. On the last beam could not stand it, I had to turn back. And so until five times they went on the attack. The enemy strongly strengthened, officers lay down at the machine guns - they are scribbled, they do not let them go to the plain.

We moved back to the hollow, stand. At this time, Dundich drives up and calmly says: “Well, comrades, they didn’t take a regiment, we’ll try differently.” Who will go with me? There were many hunters: everyone was ready to go with Dundich. He took the three, including me, and ordered me: "Gallopa for me." Having drove aside, he stopped and said briefly he did not like to say much.

Once it does not succeed in attacking the regiment, let's go to the trick. The four will catch a panic and we will chop. We did not ask questions. We were confident in Dundich, our spirit immediately rose: since Dundich leads, it means there will be a victory. We had good horses. Naganov was not taken out, we are going calmly. We slipped through the beam. Bullets whistle around. Dundich says: - These are fools: both fired on the regiment, and at us.

Soon one of us - the platoon commander - was behind. The three of us remained: Dundich, Cossacks and me. At the last beam, fire intensified even more. The enemy was rampant. Dundich commands: “Checkers to battle!Right on machine guns and more fire horses. ” Therefore, we must quickly slip the distance that separated us from the enemy. And why - I understood later. Dundich took cunning, wanted to stun the Poles and force it to surrender.

They took out the blades. My horse was wonderful. Dundich was sitting on a red-haired white-haired horse-the famous Chenomena-Council, with whom he did not part throughout the Civil War. Silently, not bending before the bullets whistling around, we rushed right on the Polish chain. We got up on stirrups, prepared, as for cutting, and galloped in the direction of the machine gun.

He stood behind the chain, about 50 meters, near the tree. Further in the depths were still parts. Fleaned to the chain. It was so much the action of our “mental attack” that the Poles threw the rifles and raised their hands up. Apparently, they decided that behind us were entire parts of the Reds. I turned to Dundich, waiting for his order, but he said only “A ...” and bent down, hugging his horse by the neck.

Kazakov shouted to me: “Petro, look - Dundich ...” I looked back at the Poles, but they stood motionless, all in the same pose - with his hands raised. The machine gunners who killed Dundich also rose. A second of general silence. The silence was interrupted by the horse of Dundich. Apparently, he felt the loss of his beloved rider and neighing plaintively. What to do? I look around: where are ours?

There is no one. I say to Kazakov: “Pasha, hold Dundich,” and I take it off the horse myself. It caught in the eye: a black leather jacket, in which he was always dressed, shot in two places - on his stomach and on the left side of the chest, near the heart. The Poles stood still motionless, apparently shocked by a tragic scene. Cossacks calmly tears of the Cossacks, accepted Dundich from me and quietly put him on the ground.

Then the Mauser cut off, gave me his blade. I stand on the stirrup, and the very tears in my eyes.