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Soviet naval newspaper "Dozor" dated May 1, 1942
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Dozor, Red Fleet Newspaper of Submariners, No. 38, May 1, 1942
May Day 1942
May Day! For more than half a century working people across the world have celebrated this date as a day of labor, a day of class struggle. Our people greet May Day as a festival of brotherhood among nations, of friendship and unity, a celebration of socialist building and socialist strength.
May Day 1942 finds the Soviet people on the front lines and in the rear, in hard labor and in heroic struggle against the German fascist invaders. Soldiers of the Red Army and the Navy, partisans and workers, all together shoulder to shoulder defend the freedom and independence of our Motherland.
The thunder of military orchestras and the roar of artillery greet May Day in the fourth year of war. Our people know that the battle waged by the Soviet nation, together with all progressive peoples of the world, will bring about the destruction of Hitler’s Germany. With the united blow of the people, fascism will be swept from the earth. This blow will end with victory for the Red Army and the Red Banner Fleet.
May Day is a day of struggle and fraternity. Even under the harsh conditions of war it shines as proof of the strength and greatness of socialism, of the unity of the Soviet people, and of their faith in victory. Long live May Day — the festival of brotherhood, unity, and our socialist Motherland!
To Combat Missions
For May Day the crews of ships and units in Chkalovsk and Kronstadt resolved to mark the holiday with new successes in combat training. Submarines conducted torpedo and gunnery practice. Sailors and commanders sharpened their naval skills. By May Day, our crews had already struck repeated blows: 14 German transports and minesweepers were sent to the bottom of the Baltic, while Soviet naval aviators bombed and strafed enemy ships, inflicting heavy losses.
The ships and formations of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet under Vice Admiral Tributs faithfully carry out the orders of Lenin and Stalin, drawing victory closer with their blood and toil.
Under the banner of Lenin and Stalin — forward, to smash the German invaders! Long live our glorious Motherland, her freedom, her independence!
The People of Our Ships. Midshipman Marokko
Naval gun battles in the Baltic are a trial for every sailor. When the guns thunder and shells burst close aboard, each man must be steady and resolute. Midshipman Marokko, a Red Fleet sailor from Murom, proved himself an example of fortitude and courage in such a fight.
His gun crew fired with selfless resolve, silencing enemy positions and helping comrades bring the action to a victorious close. Marokko began his service in the hard first months of war, and over time became a skilled and seasoned gun commander. His comrades respect him, his subordinates trust and love him. He is a man of honor, the very image of a Soviet sailor — steadfast, courageous, unbending. His name is remembered with gratitude aboard the ships of the Baltic.
Terrible to the fascist fiends is the grim year ’42. Strike the bandits Baltic-style — in the skies, on the sea, beneath the waves!
Literary Page
Today we present the first literary page, where we publish a sketch by sailor Alexei Kozlov about one of our submarine’s heroic patrols, poems by Red Fleet sailors Nikiforov and Gunkin, and prose by A. Kron. The literary page is conceived as a permanent feature, showcasing the creative work of our seamen — stories, essays, poems, and songs. Send your work to the Dozor editorial office; the best will be printed.
Songs of the Submariners. On Patrol
Into the night we slip away,
The red shore fades astern.
Fat German ships prowl the bay,
But they shall never return.
Comrade, be daring,
Laugh without caring,
Danger is nothing —
Courage brings victory near!
At dawn we dive beneath the wave,
No fear of the dark unknown.
Through depths that whisper like a grave,
We make the sea our own.
Swiftly we’re going,
Scorn for the foe showing,
Let the fascist horde learn
Death is all it shall earn!
Our Motherland calls us,
Her hand never fails us,
She leads to the holy fight,
Through storm and through night.
No life is too precious,
Our courage is endless,
Victory waits at the end of our way!
For the Happiness of the Motherland (by G. Gunkin)
The storm wind lashes the sea,
White wake trailing behind.
Our course is set for home,
Stalin’s banner raised high.
For the just cause,
For the joy of our land,
Forward, comrades, together,
Strike the fascist dogs down!
On Guard for the City
A Red Fleet air-watch post upon a rooftop,
Eyes ever lifted to the skies.
Torpedo Attack (by A. Kozlov)
We set out on combat patrol. The submarine leaves its base. Stern faces, the tense silence of the compartments. Soon she slips beneath the surface. The undersea watch begins. The engines hum softly, driving us toward enemy lines.
Then — alarm! “Target to starboard!” Men rush to their battle posts. Torpedo tubes ready. The order: “Fire!” The torpedo streaks out. Seconds tick past — then a shattering explosion. The enemy transport bursts apart, flames and smoke rising. Shouts of joy fill the boat — another victory!
But danger follows: the foe hunts us, dropping depth charges. The sea quakes with blasts. Yet we dive deeper, vanish into the vast dark. So passes our harsh service. But every triumph brings new strength. And we know: there will be more attacks, more victories!
Frühling (A Little Satire)
Spring. A weary season. Dim days, thin sunlight. In the streets of Germany soldiers shuffle — grim, joyless. Hitler’s officers strut, feigning cheer, but their eyes are empty. The people of Germany wait for the end, while their leaders prattle of victory. Their “spring” is the spring of defeat.
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Dozor, Red Fleet Newspaper of Submariners, No. 38, May 1, 1942
May Day 1942
May Day! For more than half a century working people across the world have celebrated this date as a day of labor, a day of class struggle. Our people greet May Day as a festival of brotherhood among nations, of friendship and unity, a celebration of socialist building and socialist strength.
May Day 1942 finds the Soviet people on the front lines and in the rear, in hard labor and in heroic struggle against the German fascist invaders. Soldiers of the Red Army and the Navy, partisans and workers, all together shoulder to shoulder defend the freedom and independence of our Motherland.
The thunder of military orchestras and the roar of artillery greet May Day in the fourth year of war. Our people know that the battle waged by the Soviet nation, together with all progressive peoples of the world, will bring about the destruction of Hitler’s Germany. With the united blow of the people, fascism will be swept from the earth. This blow will end with victory for the Red Army and the Red Banner Fleet.
May Day is a day of struggle and fraternity. Even under the harsh conditions of war it shines as proof of the strength and greatness of socialism, of the unity of the Soviet people, and of their faith in victory. Long live May Day — the festival of brotherhood, unity, and our socialist Motherland!
To Combat Missions
For May Day the crews of ships and units in Chkalovsk and Kronstadt resolved to mark the holiday with new successes in combat training. Submarines conducted torpedo and gunnery practice. Sailors and commanders sharpened their naval skills. By May Day, our crews had already struck repeated blows: 14 German transports and minesweepers were sent to the bottom of the Baltic, while Soviet naval aviators bombed and strafed enemy ships, inflicting heavy losses.
The ships and formations of the Red Banner Baltic Fleet under Vice Admiral Tributs faithfully carry out the orders of Lenin and Stalin, drawing victory closer with their blood and toil.
Under the banner of Lenin and Stalin — forward, to smash the German invaders! Long live our glorious Motherland, her freedom, her independence!
The People of Our Ships. Midshipman Marokko
Naval gun battles in the Baltic are a trial for every sailor. When the guns thunder and shells burst close aboard, each man must be steady and resolute. Midshipman Marokko, a Red Fleet sailor from Murom, proved himself an example of fortitude and courage in such a fight.
His gun crew fired with selfless resolve, silencing enemy positions and helping comrades bring the action to a victorious close. Marokko began his service in the hard first months of war, and over time became a skilled and seasoned gun commander. His comrades respect him, his subordinates trust and love him. He is a man of honor, the very image of a Soviet sailor — steadfast, courageous, unbending. His name is remembered with gratitude aboard the ships of the Baltic.
Terrible to the fascist fiends is the grim year ’42. Strike the bandits Baltic-style — in the skies, on the sea, beneath the waves!
Literary Page
Today we present the first literary page, where we publish a sketch by sailor Alexei Kozlov about one of our submarine’s heroic patrols, poems by Red Fleet sailors Nikiforov and Gunkin, and prose by A. Kron. The literary page is conceived as a permanent feature, showcasing the creative work of our seamen — stories, essays, poems, and songs. Send your work to the Dozor editorial office; the best will be printed.
Songs of the Submariners. On Patrol
Into the night we slip away,
The red shore fades astern.
Fat German ships prowl the bay,
But they shall never return.
Comrade, be daring,
Laugh without caring,
Danger is nothing —
Courage brings victory near!
At dawn we dive beneath the wave,
No fear of the dark unknown.
Through depths that whisper like a grave,
We make the sea our own.
Swiftly we’re going,
Scorn for the foe showing,
Let the fascist horde learn
Death is all it shall earn!
Our Motherland calls us,
Her hand never fails us,
She leads to the holy fight,
Through storm and through night.
No life is too precious,
Our courage is endless,
Victory waits at the end of our way!
For the Happiness of the Motherland (by G. Gunkin)
The storm wind lashes the sea,
White wake trailing behind.
Our course is set for home,
Stalin’s banner raised high.
For the just cause,
For the joy of our land,
Forward, comrades, together,
Strike the fascist dogs down!
On Guard for the City
A Red Fleet air-watch post upon a rooftop,
Eyes ever lifted to the skies.
Torpedo Attack (by A. Kozlov)
We set out on combat patrol. The submarine leaves its base. Stern faces, the tense silence of the compartments. Soon she slips beneath the surface. The undersea watch begins. The engines hum softly, driving us toward enemy lines.
Then — alarm! “Target to starboard!” Men rush to their battle posts. Torpedo tubes ready. The order: “Fire!” The torpedo streaks out. Seconds tick past — then a shattering explosion. The enemy transport bursts apart, flames and smoke rising. Shouts of joy fill the boat — another victory!
But danger follows: the foe hunts us, dropping depth charges. The sea quakes with blasts. Yet we dive deeper, vanish into the vast dark. So passes our harsh service. But every triumph brings new strength. And we know: there will be more attacks, more victories!
Frühling (A Little Satire)
Spring. A weary season. Dim days, thin sunlight. In the streets of Germany soldiers shuffle — grim, joyless. Hitler’s officers strut, feigning cheer, but their eyes are empty. The people of Germany wait for the end, while their leaders prattle of victory. Their “spring” is the spring of defeat.
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