An extremely rare issue of the frontline newspaper Dozor, No. 50, dated June 7, 1942 — a publication created specifically for submariners of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet. It contains official award orders, combat reports, poetry, satire, and propagandistic materials reflecting the spirit and daily life of Soviet submariners during the Great Patriotic War. This is likely the last surviving copy on Earth.
Newspaper Dozor, No. 50 — June 7, 1942 (Sunday)
Read and pass it on
DEATH TO THE GERMAN OCCUPIERS!
ORDER
of the Commander of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet
For exemplary and successful execution of a combat task related to ship repair and restoration of combat equipment, by Order No. 260 dated June 1, 1942, the following sailors and officers are hereby awarded:
ORDER OF THE RED STAR:
Petty Officer 2nd class Alexander Denishchev
Chief Petty Officer Vasily Kutukov
Chief Petty Officer Oleg Miropolsky
Engineer Captain 3rd Rank Sergei Moiseyev
Engineer Lieutenant Captain Andrey Novikov
Warrant Officer Viktor Yurkevich
MEDAL "FOR COURAGE":
Petty Officer 2nd class Nikolai Sergeev
MEDAL "FOR COMBAT MERIT":
Senior Red Navy Sailor Ivan Davydov
Senior Red Navy Sailor Filipp Yeremeyev
Chief Petty Officer Alexander Yeremeyev
Petty Officer Andrey Komarov
Engineer Lieutenant Captain Stanislav Labetsky
Petty Officer 1st class Sergey Leonov
Senior Red Navy Sailor Viktor Mashintsev
Petty Officer 1st class Pavel Mikhailov
Petty Officer Georgy Pavlyukov
Chief Petty Officer Alexey Prokopchikov
Warrant Officer Pyotr Sukhanov
Red Navy Sailor Alexey Simeyev
Chief Petty Officer Pavel Tulchinsky
Petty Officer 2nd class Vasily Fatyukov
Why Comrade Mikhailov was awarded
Petty Officer 1st Class Mikhailov was awarded the Medal "For Combat Merit" for the successful completion of technical work under enemy fire.
While manning the engine room, he continued repairs despite shelling and the risk of explosion. His steadfastness inspired others to complete the task.
Engineer Lieutenant Captain K. Barantsev
He Earned His Medal in Battle
The government awarded me for successfully performing combat duties.
This high honor compels me to work even harder and fight even fiercer.
I will ensure the motor unit runs without fail.
My team will master every tool and part of the trade.
This medal will be earned again through fire and victory!
Petty Officer 1st Class P. Mikhailov
Awarded the Medal “For Combat Merit”
To the new group of submariners — heroes bearing medals and orders — the Red Navy greets you!
Submariners! Become masters of your craft, snipers of torpedoes and gunners of artillery fire. Strike the fascist scum with accuracy and without mercy!
Warrant Officer Yurkevich
In the winter of 1941–42, Warrant Officer Yurkevich led a diving group tasked with inspecting and salvaging a damaged ship — all under enemy threat.
In freezing conditions, they spent 8–10 hours underwater daily.
The ship was raised. The mission succeeded.
For this feat, Warrant Officer Yurkevich was awarded the Order of the Red Star.
Engineer Captain 2nd Rank B. Andriuk
We Will Strike the Enemy Without Mercy
I’m proud that the Red Navy engine crew under my command successfully fulfilled the mission.
We pledged to master the new equipment, and we did.
Following Comrade Stalin’s order, we worked under extreme conditions and learned to use complex machines.
We fulfilled the Motherland’s task and now work with even more strength and energy.
Petty Officer 1st Class P. Mikhailov
Marashev — An Undisciplined Sailor
Torpedo unit commander Bosun Kuznetsov claimed Marashev has no reprimands.
That’s false.
Commander Kuznetsov places personal loyalty above duty.
But we must prioritize the interests of the Motherland.
Other radio operators are disciplined.
Marashev must learn from them.
BACK TO SEA, BACK TO THE FIGHT!
"Makoma" leaves the base again,
Waving to friends and kin with pride.
Praised by the state, the boat has earned
Great honor from the fleet's high tide.
A submarine — a legend known,
The press and airwaves spread its fame.
With stealth and strike and silent tone,
It plays the undersea war game.
Attacking in the dark of night,
It sinks the foe in fiery burst.
Convoy breaks — explosions light
The sea, where transports are now cursed.
The crew returns from depths once more,
The mission’s done, the task is through.
At harbor, families line the shore —
Their sons survived, their aim was true.
D. Liandovsky
Northern Fleet, Pravda
CORNER OF SATIRE AND HUMOR
Down at Sea
A fascist freighter starts to tilt —
Too much cargo, no escape!
Anchors fly, they cry for help —
But none survive that iron shape.
Guns and ammo sent for war
Now lie where fish and silence roam.
A single torpedo ends it all —
The crew joins them beneath the foam.
They traveled close in tight array,
A convoy thick — now full of dread.
A Soviet sub found them that day,
Now every fascist sailor's dead.
V. Azarov
LANGUAGE LESSONS
As we know, Hitler speaks no tongues —
Just German, loud and grim.
His diplomats all fail at once
Because he won’t hear them.
When they found a dictionary
In Guderian’s tank near the trees,
He said, “We should know our enemy,
To listen and learn with ease.”
But Hitler doesn’t understand
That free men won’t be slaves.
He rules with iron, not a hand —
And leads them to their graves.
Soviet troops now study well
Their captives' speech and ways.
If they talk fast — it means they’re scared.
If they stutter — it's all a haze.
Some say: "To Moscow we advance!"
Others: "No, we flee!"
But soon, they all will scream at once:
“Don’t shoot! I surrender — it’s me!”
A SHORT FEUILLETON
Simple Russian words like “truth,”
“Comrade,” “honor,” “soul,”
Mean nothing to a fascist brute —
They don’t know such control.
Their only word is “order” barked —
No thoughts, no rights, no care.
But Soviet soldiers act with heart
And understand what’s fair.
The fascist answers: “Befehl!”
Ours says: “Yes, I understand.”
Not as a slave, but with his will —
He serves with conscious hand.
Our “Doctor”
Uncle Lesha was found by
Senior Petty Officer Stepanenko,
An engineering officer.
He took to Lesha right away.
Lesha cared for the sick and wounded,
With warmth, duty, and heart.
He was respected by all.
We proudly call him “Doctor.”
Petty Officer 2nd Class S. Yegorov
A Good Cook
Young Komsomol cook Vasily Kozlov
Is honored by the entire unit.
His dishes always make us run
To dinner with a smile.
He serves it hot and full of care,
In Komsomolist style.
He knows food fuels the fighters' will
And lifts morale each day.
His comrades praise his effort still —
He earns it all, they say.
Petty Officer 2nd Class B. Zyavgin
Charlie Chaplin’s Complaint
— “Charlie,” the people call,
Beloved clown, you always smile!
— “Not anymore,” he said,
“I’m tired, I’ve walked a mile.
I fled the stage in sorrow,
Laughter lost its place.
Above the world hangs horror —
A dictator’s face.”
— “Is Hitler funny?” someone asked,
“His little mustache, his marching beat?”
— “No,” said Charlie, “Not at all —
A devil in the street.
The world is sick with fascism —
The cure must now begin.
The war is no performance —
This fight we all must win.”
Z. Zaslavsky
Editor’s note: A. Bruk
EDITORIAL ADDRESS: Naval Post No. 1101, Box 378
GM 33311
An extremely rare issue of the frontline newspaper Dozor, No. 50, dated June 7, 1942 — a publication created specifically for submariners of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet. It contains official award orders, combat reports, poetry, satire, and propagandistic materials reflecting the spirit and daily life of Soviet submariners during the Great Patriotic War. This is likely the last surviving copy on Earth.
Newspaper Dozor, No. 50 — June 7, 1942 (Sunday)
Read and pass it on
DEATH TO THE GERMAN OCCUPIERS!
ORDER
of the Commander of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet
For exemplary and successful execution of a combat task related to ship repair and restoration of combat equipment, by Order No. 260 dated June 1, 1942, the following sailors and officers are hereby awarded:
ORDER OF THE RED STAR:
Petty Officer 2nd class Alexander Denishchev
Chief Petty Officer Vasily Kutukov
Chief Petty Officer Oleg Miropolsky
Engineer Captain 3rd Rank Sergei Moiseyev
Engineer Lieutenant Captain Andrey Novikov
Warrant Officer Viktor Yurkevich
MEDAL "FOR COURAGE":
Petty Officer 2nd class Nikolai Sergeev
MEDAL "FOR COMBAT MERIT":
Senior Red Navy Sailor Ivan Davydov
Senior Red Navy Sailor Filipp Yeremeyev
Chief Petty Officer Alexander Yeremeyev
Petty Officer Andrey Komarov
Engineer Lieutenant Captain Stanislav Labetsky
Petty Officer 1st class Sergey Leonov
Senior Red Navy Sailor Viktor Mashintsev
Petty Officer 1st class Pavel Mikhailov
Petty Officer Georgy Pavlyukov
Chief Petty Officer Alexey Prokopchikov
Warrant Officer Pyotr Sukhanov
Red Navy Sailor Alexey Simeyev
Chief Petty Officer Pavel Tulchinsky
Petty Officer 2nd class Vasily Fatyukov
Why Comrade Mikhailov was awarded
Petty Officer 1st Class Mikhailov was awarded the Medal "For Combat Merit" for the successful completion of technical work under enemy fire.
While manning the engine room, he continued repairs despite shelling and the risk of explosion. His steadfastness inspired others to complete the task.
Engineer Lieutenant Captain K. Barantsev
He Earned His Medal in Battle
The government awarded me for successfully performing combat duties.
This high honor compels me to work even harder and fight even fiercer.
I will ensure the motor unit runs without fail.
My team will master every tool and part of the trade.
This medal will be earned again through fire and victory!
Petty Officer 1st Class P. Mikhailov
Awarded the Medal “For Combat Merit”
To the new group of submariners — heroes bearing medals and orders — the Red Navy greets you!
Submariners! Become masters of your craft, snipers of torpedoes and gunners of artillery fire. Strike the fascist scum with accuracy and without mercy!
Warrant Officer Yurkevich
In the winter of 1941–42, Warrant Officer Yurkevich led a diving group tasked with inspecting and salvaging a damaged ship — all under enemy threat.
In freezing conditions, they spent 8–10 hours underwater daily.
The ship was raised. The mission succeeded.
For this feat, Warrant Officer Yurkevich was awarded the Order of the Red Star.
Engineer Captain 2nd Rank B. Andriuk
We Will Strike the Enemy Without Mercy
I’m proud that the Red Navy engine crew under my command successfully fulfilled the mission.
We pledged to master the new equipment, and we did.
Following Comrade Stalin’s order, we worked under extreme conditions and learned to use complex machines.
We fulfilled the Motherland’s task and now work with even more strength and energy.
Petty Officer 1st Class P. Mikhailov
Marashev — An Undisciplined Sailor
Torpedo unit commander Bosun Kuznetsov claimed Marashev has no reprimands.
That’s false.
Commander Kuznetsov places personal loyalty above duty.
But we must prioritize the interests of the Motherland.
Other radio operators are disciplined.
Marashev must learn from them.
BACK TO SEA, BACK TO THE FIGHT!
"Makoma" leaves the base again,
Waving to friends and kin with pride.
Praised by the state, the boat has earned
Great honor from the fleet's high tide.
A submarine — a legend known,
The press and airwaves spread its fame.
With stealth and strike and silent tone,
It plays the undersea war game.
Attacking in the dark of night,
It sinks the foe in fiery burst.
Convoy breaks — explosions light
The sea, where transports are now cursed.
The crew returns from depths once more,
The mission’s done, the task is through.
At harbor, families line the shore —
Their sons survived, their aim was true.
D. Liandovsky
Northern Fleet, Pravda
CORNER OF SATIRE AND HUMOR
Down at Sea
A fascist freighter starts to tilt —
Too much cargo, no escape!
Anchors fly, they cry for help —
But none survive that iron shape.
Guns and ammo sent for war
Now lie where fish and silence roam.
A single torpedo ends it all —
The crew joins them beneath the foam.
They traveled close in tight array,
A convoy thick — now full of dread.
A Soviet sub found them that day,
Now every fascist sailor's dead.
V. Azarov
LANGUAGE LESSONS
As we know, Hitler speaks no tongues —
Just German, loud and grim.
His diplomats all fail at once
Because he won’t hear them.
When they found a dictionary
In Guderian’s tank near the trees,
He said, “We should know our enemy,
To listen and learn with ease.”
But Hitler doesn’t understand
That free men won’t be slaves.
He rules with iron, not a hand —
And leads them to their graves.
Soviet troops now study well
Their captives' speech and ways.
If they talk fast — it means they’re scared.
If they stutter — it's all a haze.
Some say: "To Moscow we advance!"
Others: "No, we flee!"
But soon, they all will scream at once:
“Don’t shoot! I surrender — it’s me!”
A SHORT FEUILLETON
Simple Russian words like “truth,”
“Comrade,” “honor,” “soul,”
Mean nothing to a fascist brute —
They don’t know such control.
Their only word is “order” barked —
No thoughts, no rights, no care.
But Soviet soldiers act with heart
And understand what’s fair.
The fascist answers: “Befehl!”
Ours says: “Yes, I understand.”
Not as a slave, but with his will —
He serves with conscious hand.
Our “Doctor”
Uncle Lesha was found by
Senior Petty Officer Stepanenko,
An engineering officer.
He took to Lesha right away.
Lesha cared for the sick and wounded,
With warmth, duty, and heart.
He was respected by all.
We proudly call him “Doctor.”
Petty Officer 2nd Class S. Yegorov
A Good Cook
Young Komsomol cook Vasily Kozlov
Is honored by the entire unit.
His dishes always make us run
To dinner with a smile.
He serves it hot and full of care,
In Komsomolist style.
He knows food fuels the fighters' will
And lifts morale each day.
His comrades praise his effort still —
He earns it all, they say.
Petty Officer 2nd Class B. Zyavgin
Charlie Chaplin’s Complaint
— “Charlie,” the people call,
Beloved clown, you always smile!
— “Not anymore,” he said,
“I’m tired, I’ve walked a mile.
I fled the stage in sorrow,
Laughter lost its place.
Above the world hangs horror —
A dictator’s face.”
— “Is Hitler funny?” someone asked,
“His little mustache, his marching beat?”
— “No,” said Charlie, “Not at all —
A devil in the street.
The world is sick with fascism —
The cure must now begin.
The war is no performance —
This fight we all must win.”
Z. Zaslavsky
Editor’s note: A. Bruk
EDITORIAL ADDRESS: Naval Post No. 1101, Box 378
GM 33311