Leningrad: The Epic Siege of World War II, 1941-1944 Read Online Free PDF Page B

Approaching Ladoga the cloud cleared, and their plane was spotted by a pair of Messerschmitts, which chased them low over the water until seen off by outlying anti-aircraft guns. Having landed safely at an army airfield, the generals took a car straight to the Smolniy, where they were stopped at the gate by guards. They ‘asked us to present our passes, which, naturally enough, we did not have. I identified myself, but even that didn’t help. Orders are orders after all. “You will have to stay here,” the officer told us. We waited outside the gate for at least fifteen minutes before the Commandant of Headquarters gave permission for us to drive up to the door.’
    Zhukov walked in, as he tells it, on a mood of drunken defeatism. A meeting of Leningrad’s Military Council was in progress; being planned were the demolition of the city’s utilities and principal factories, and the scuttling of the Baltic Fleet. His arrival turned the mood around: ‘After a brief conference . . . we decided to adjourn the meeting and declare that for the time being no measures were to be taken. We would defend Leningrad to the last man.’ 5 All that night he kept the Council up discussing how best to strengthen the city’s defences, particularly around Pulkovo, a small range of hills (site of Russia’s oldest astronomical observatory) twelve kilometres to Leningrad’s south. His improvisations included the adaptation of anti-aircraft guns for point-blank fire against tanks, the secondment of sailors to the infantry, and the transfer of naval guns from the Fleet’s trapped ships to the weakest sectors of the front. Among the guns sent to Pulkovo were those of the cruiser Avrora , a blank shot from whose forecastle gun had signalled the start of the October Revolution. He also transferred part of the 23rd Army – facing the ‘docile’ Finns on the Karelian Isthmus – south to fight the Germans, and abandoned plans to scuttle the Fleet. ‘If ships have to sink’, he declared, ‘let it be in battle, with their guns firing.’ Khozin took over as the Northwestern Army Group’s chief-of-staff, and Fedyuninsky went to inspect the 42nd Army at Pulkovo. Morale, he reported, was cracking. Headquarters had lost contact with front-line units, and was itself transferring to the far rear, into the basement of a Kirov Works factory. ‘Take over the 42nd Army’, Zhukov ordered him, ‘and quickly.’ 6
    On the ground Zhukov’s arrival made no immediate difference; conditions remained chaotic. Vasili Chekrizov was a thirty-nine-year-old chief engineer at the Sudomekh shipyard. Long-faced, with large, earnest eyes and a wispy moustache, he had been demoted and temporarily deprived of his Party card during the Terror. This experience had failed, however, to make him worldly-wise. A natural whistle-blower, he was to come into increasing conflict with his corrupt bosses as the siege progressed, and never ceased to be baffled at the gap between Party rhetoric and reality. On 1 September he had been sent with a team to a village near Pushkin, to build reinforced firing points, nicknamed ‘Voroshilov hotels’. The scene he encountered was one replicated all along the Eastern Front that month: streams of peasants, driving overloaded carts or trudging with bundles over their shoulders; a mounted messenger shouting as he pushed through the crowd; unshaven officers in rumpled greatcoats; soldiers brewing tea on a park bench; a boy tugging a goat on a piece of string. Chekrizov’s suggestion that the pillboxes be built further back, he confided to his diary, was not appreciated. When dusk fell, he could see the fires of three burning villages.
    Over the next two days the area came under increasingly heavy shellfire, forcing Chekrizov and his team to work by night. Lacking cranes or tractors, they hauled water in buckets and concrete blocks by hand. They