1941, September 13. To restore the situation, a special battalion of marines was thrown into battle, which, due to the mediocrity of its commander, the colonel, attacked the fortified positions of the enemy head-on. The battalion was knocked out in half. Colonel Golubyatnikov - battalion commander, demoted to private and put on trial.
Glavstarshina L. Ya. Zakharikov told about this fight to the writer and journalist of TASS.
“We are moving forward in bellies with bushes, without uniting. On the right we feel - machine gun fire, the closest and strongest. We decided to go behind and destroy the machine gunner. But he could not be found. Again they turned to the right, hoping to close with their own, crawled to the first building - a shed in the forest. Above the head, t-r-r-turn. Solopov cried out in pain, but overcame the pain and drowned out the cry, whispering: "Brothers, I am wounded." Six bullets interrupted both of his legs. I see that the "cuckoo" has noticed us. "Pretend to be dead." They did so despite the pain. I went to bed too. I feel a critical situation, I realized that the life of my comrades depends on me. The enemy is somewhere up here, I can feel it. I just turned around and hit me with an explosive bullet in my helmet. A splinter pierced the greatcoat - and into the back, under the skin. The helmet rolled away broken. I look casually on a tree - the sole of a boot,"cuckoo". Without aiming, the sniper rifle fired three shots at once. First the machine gun fell, then the Finn fell with a crash. I didn't approach him, I can't see him. I waited. Moans. Then I swam in a ditch, through the mud, to him, shouted to Artemyev: "Throw me a bayonet!" The fascist lies on his back. And I crawled up close, and made a jump - and in the chest. The fascist made the last wheeze, and then I saw my victim: it turned out to be a Finnish woman, with sharp facial features, about twenty or twenty-five years old. I took the machine gun, the disc, cut off the belt, put the Finnish knife into my boot and told my comrades: "Let's crawl back." "Leningrad acts" Pavel Luknitsky. Art. 119."Throw me a bayonet!" The fascist lies on his back. And I crawled up close, and made a jump - and in the chest. The fascist made the last wheeze, and then I saw my victim: it turned out to be a Finnish woman, with sharp facial features, about twenty or twenty-five years old. I took the machine gun, the disc, cut off the belt, put the Finnish knife into my boot and told my comrades: "Let's crawl back." "Leningrad acts" Pavel Luknitsky. Art. 119."Throw me a bayonet!" The fascist lies on his back. And I crawled up close, and made a jump - and in the chest. The fascist made the last wheeze, and then I saw my victim: it turned out to be a Finnish woman, with sharp facial features, about twenty or twenty-five years old. I took the machine gun, the disc, cut off the belt, put the Finnish knife into my boot and told my comrades: "Let's crawl back." "Leningrad acts" Pavel Luknitsky. Art. 119.
This story was recorded immediately after the battle for Beloozero in 1941 on September 19. And he precisely confirms that the Finnish "cuckoos" were in the trees, and even women went to this deadly act: to climb a tree during a battle. And now stop arguing on this topic. A participant in the battles confirms this fact to us.