Senior lieutenant of militia Petushkov Vasily Timofeevich: biography and feat

The streets of cities often bear the names of people known to the whole country. But it also happens that they are not familiar to everyone, but only to local residents who honor the memory of their heroes. Senior police lieutenant Petushkov Vasily Timofeevich - one of those whose name is well known in Southern Tushin (Moscow) thanks to the old residents and cadets of the police college, equal to the best in the profession.

Childhood

The whole life of the hero is a biography of thousands of the same girls and boys born in the 1920s who grew up and experienced difficulties together with their country. Only he was a little more conscientious and honest than many. His homeland is the Kaluga region, a small village of Sergeevo. Born in 1925, he had grown accustomed to work since childhood, assisted the elders both in the field and on the farm. Early lost his parents, went to Leningrad to enter the FZU in order to become a locksmith. Here he was caught by war, and from the age of 16 the guy worked at the factory, participating in defensive works. For this he will subsequently be awarded a medal "For the Defense of Leningrad".

In 1942 the school was evacuated to Yaroslavl. Petushkov Vasily, whose biography is described by N. Sizov in the book "Chevro code", will very well remember how during the shelling on the railway the masters closed their pupils with their bodies. And he will live, commensurating every step with the human feat of the older generation. After the war, the young man began working at the plant "Vympel" in Moscow, became the leader of the Komsomol cell.

Way to the police

After working at the plant for 4 years, Petushkov Vasily married a girl named Lydia. He, as secretary of the Komsomol committee, was offered to move from the dormitory to his own apartment. But he succumbed to it for those who languished in the queue for more than ten years. Perhaps, it was this act that became decisive when the wife decided to leave for another. She wanted to live in security, but to him - honestly. About this step of the beloved woman he learns in the army, where he will go on the Komsomol recruitment to become a regular military man. Passing service in Smolensk, he will receive the title of captain, leading the Komsomol battalion, and then the regiment.

Returning to Tushino, which in those years was part of the Moscow region, Petushkov went to the party's hill. It was 1956th. Secretary of the city party committee Vasily Pushkaryov told about the dominance of hooliganism and difficulties in working with young people, recommending the former soldier to go to work in the police. The precinct service helped solve the housing problem, so Vasili Petushkov was in the 129th police station, becoming an inspector on one of the most difficult sites, which people often called "a zone" among themselves.

Service in militia

A dark-haired, handsome man with a tanned face, with careful eyes under his thick eyebrow, stood alone for a short time. Soon he married. The new wife Lyubov Andreevna gave birth to her son Yuri, who was three years old on the eve of the tragic events. Petushkov Vasily plunges into the work with his head. He likes clarity, laconicism, military discipline. Having thoroughly studied a special contingent in his sector, he understands that it is impossible to cope alone with drunkards, rowdy and hooligans, and therefore he relies on voluntary people's squads (DNDs) and public courts, to which the working youth attract.

For several years Petushkov Vasily turns into an extraordinary operative. In the hot pursuit, he manages to investigate the theft, to remove charges of murder from one of his charges, to reveal the plunderers in a hosiery factory. His authority among the population becomes so significant that he does not dare to deceive people's expectations and change jobs. On the territory, the lecture hall of legal knowledge starts, because the district police officer is convinced: the main thing is not to punish the offender, but to prevent the offense.

Description of the feat

On 13.01.1962, on the eve of the holiday, which the country traditionally celebrated for many years, Petushkova was urgently summoned to a hostel located on his estate where citizen G. was debauched. His wife managed to escape, but the hostage of the drunken wife left two children. Leaving the house, Petushkov dialed the phone of Lubov Andreevna to report that she leaves the sleeping child at home in the hope of her soon return from work. Nobody knew that this would be their last conversation in life.

Together with the operative and the volunteers, they arrived at the hostel, where neighbors in fear told about the presence of a hooligan hunting double-barrel. Negotiations failed. On the contrary, when he heard about the arrival of the police, citizen G. began to threaten the massacre of children. I heard their crying. Without second thought, the senior lieutenant kicked the door with an ax and burst into the room. He was mortally wounded by a shot at point-blank range, but the operatives managed to neutralize the scoundrel.

Afterword

Posthumously Petushkov Vasily Timofeevich will be awarded the Order of the Red Star, and Factory Street is renamed into the street of his name. But what is more important than awards is the human love that the ordinary district inspector has earned from the residents of his neighborhood. At his funeral thousands of fellow citizens came, who will then gather in the House of Culture, where the trial of citizen G. will be held, in order to support the decision on the exceptional punishment for the murderer.

Surprisingly, the wife and son will follow in the footsteps of their dear man. Lyubov Andreevna will start working in the police and will be promoted to the rank of colonel. Yuri, the father of three children, will graduate from the higher school of militia in Omsk, but for a long time he will work as the director of the orphanage. On the territory of the microdistrict is a college of police, where they honor the memory of all the heroes who sacrificed their lives in the performance of professional duty and where there is a corner of their memory. And on the site there are poems of an unknown author:

"It is not customary for us to pray for cops,
Sometimes people do not consider them for people.
But somewhere the finger pulls the trigger,
And someone's bullet takes the opera ... "