Предмет: История, автор: Аноним

О каких событиях рассказывают хронологические даты: - 1 сентября 1939 года – 2 сентября 1945 года; - 22 июня 1941 года – 9 мая 1945 года;

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Автор ответа: dimasokirka83

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Вторая мировая войнв началась 1 сентября 1939 года с нападения Германии на Польшу. Великая Отечественная война началась 22 июня 1941 года, когда Германия напала на Советский Союз. Датой окончания Великой Отечественной войны считается ночь с 8 на 9 мая 1945 года, когда Германия подписала акт о капитуляции. А Вторая мировая война закончилась 2 сентября 1945 года, когда капитулировала Япония - последний союзник Гитлера в войне. Таким образом, Вторая мировая война началась раньше и продолжалась дольше, чем Великая Отечественная война.

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