Archangelica - children German settlement
Chronicles of the ancient genus PEC (Paetz), little-known pages of history from the XIV century to the present day
Light memory of Evgeny Petrovich Bozhko, historian-researcher
The family Went at in Veliky Ustyug in 1915-1918
William Slow.
The first world war caught me in Mitawa, where I taught at a village school that was maintained by the local landowners.
The situation of the local Germans immediately deteriorated. And Russian, and Latvians ceased to trust us, to show suspicion on us denounced. The Germans were fired from the civil service, the more influential of them were evicted from the border strip. The place of the PC police took the Russian — Markatun. In our school building is military and we had to hold classes in private homes – each class in the other house. In the spring of 1915, German troops approached Mitava, but soon retreated, and we ventured to go on vacation to my father in SALIS Volmar County, where he was pastorat. We were at my father's, when the Germans occupied Mitava, and the front line was established between Mitava and Riga. On returning home, could not be and speeches, and I had to look for a job in Riga private schools. Public schools from Riga have already been evacuated, school management moved to Dorpat /Yuryev, Tartu/. As a teacher of a rural school I was not subject to military service, but now all teachers in my position began to be called. However, I got a temporary reprieve, but I still advise to get a job in a public school, otherwise the next call, the queue will probably get back to me. I went to Dorpat, and there, in the office of the school Trustee, I met the former head of our school district Rutskoi, my class mentor in the Riga gymnasium. "Go to Petrograd," he advised. In the German Church schools of Petrograd for me there was no place, and the Director of the Reformed school Brock recommended me to address to the friend of the Minister of education count Rachinsky who accepted me very kindly and sent to the assistant to the Trustee of Petrograd educational districts Markov. In what other country, except for tsarist Russia, would you consider it so kind to help a young unemployed teacher? Markov offered me a choice of three cities: Arkhangelsk, Veliky Ustyug and Belozersk. I must say that my father was a senior pastor in Sprengel, in the Wolmar County, and I foresaw that he could be expelled from there. I with the approval of the Markov stopped walking, considering that the sand lies close to the Western regions of Russia, and through Arkhangelsk is the main link to the allies, so it is possible to count only on the weekend as there father will be allowed to live. As it turned out, my calculation was correct. The great Ustyug is called so because it is located at the mouth of the Yug river, which flows into the Sukhon, or "Small Dvina", as it is called there. Near Kotlas sukhon merges with Vychegda, which forms the Northern Dvina, which flows into the White sea near Arkhangelsk. In Petrograd I stayed at my former coach Friedrich von Dahl, a doctor at the German Alexander hospital. Shortly before my departure to Ustyug, my brother Otto came to Petrograd, who worked in the Riga commercial Bank, some parts of the Bank, including the Department of Otto, were evacuated to Petrograd. Before leaving, I visited count Paul Medem Elle, Chairman of the school Board of my school. If You first return to Mitau, he said to me, give my name, Director Genius that he can restore You to the same place of work. Well, if I get back before You, continued the count, I already own about that will.
The cold was fierce. Via Vologda I went to Vyatka, where he visited his exiled Baron Manteufel-Cartagena, and from there went directly North to the Kotlas station pocket. At the time, Baron Manteuffel put the Volhynian peasants of the Baltic Germans in their estates /Prussian to the marrow of his bones, he had the German Kaiser brother-in-student Corporation — all this was a good enough reason for his links, which, I must say, doesn't miss a beat: he kept also independent, as before, went to visit the Governor cared about exiled to Vyatka internment of German nationals, in the absence of the pastor conducted services and funeral ceremonies. When my wife came to Vyatka with our daughter after me, two months later, he was friendly to take care of her.
The path from the Pocket to Ustyug — sixty miles I did on the sled, I drove the cab, just a peasant. On my journey I met a Ustyuzhanin, and on his advice, stopped in the city in a good hotel.
The next day, after lunch, I went to the gymnasium — to introduce myself to the Director. The thermometer showed minus 25 Reaumur /more than 30 Celsius, and because of the frost school of that day did not work. Director Pomyalovsky, a native of Petersburg, the son of the Dean of history and Philology, greeted me very kindly. Relatively early he was promoted to state Councilor and has been awarded Vladimir 4-th degree. In politics he held right-wing views. Inspector of school Mr. Poland was a constitutional Democrat. But the closest I met with the teacher of Russian literature and history social Democrat Basilevsky. I want to mention the Director of the school of artist and, especially, Theodore Heitmann, a graduate of the German school in Petrograd, who was the Director of the gymnasium until 1905, when, because of the difficult situation in those revolutionary years, the post is gone, but in high school he continued to teach. It turned out that I could only offer a few lessons, and they pay hourly. As a German to be a great mentor, I could not. In a month I was paid 60 rubles, and the food took forty-five rubles — the prospect is pretty grim. Headmaster took a warm interest in finding me an apartment, sent the school janitor to investigate. As a result, I settled with the Secretary of the Bishop Contamina — in high school he was taught singing. He was married to a close relative of the Mayor, both of their sons studied at our school — and this gave me the opportunity to immediately get acquainted with the youth and with the local society.
Their eldest son was called Prokofiy, in honor of St. Prokofiy, a Ustyuzhanin of German origin, who, according to legend, prayerfully rejected the stone rain hanging over the Ustyug — the rain fell in 20 versts from the city, and on the Day of St. Prokofiy, every year a procession of citizens was sent to the field dotted with stones.
Times was intense, and I was not so easy to begin his new duties. Fortunately, we stayed away from the world's hustle and bustle, and no chauvinism was felt here. And still sometimes I fell in a very awkward position that experienced on the second day. Because of the cold weather in the gymnasium classes were still not conducted, and the Director asked me to go to him to discuss the schedule. Except it, in its office I found the inspector, my colleague Bazilevsky, the Secretary and the clerk. At the end of our conversation, the principal said he had a request for me, and he hoped that I would be ready to fulfill it. "If I can, then with great pleasure," I replied, to which he said that high school students usually call their teachers by name and patronymic, and those I have, to spite, the most hated in Russia: Wilhelm — sirech as a German Kaiser, and Karlovich like I'm the son of the Austrian Kaiser Carl. Such, he continued, can not lead to good, but because, let us, we will call you, well, say, Vasily Kirillovich? On this I objected that I want to stay with the name given to me at birth, and that I am sure that his high school students are well enough educated not to fix me because of my name any trouble. I immediately felt that my answer was the CEO for the soul, it is with a bittersweet smile, slightly bowing politely, thanked me for such a flattering opinion of his Pets, adding that total can still be expected, but the main thing here my personal I am convinced! It seemed to me that he had cooled slightly to me, but the next morning when, going up the stairs to the class, I met him and turned to him "Mr. Director", he immediately interrupted me, saying that his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. "Mikhail Ivanovich, — said I - I hope You yesterday I was not offended because I refused to follow your friendly advice, but I am always outraged when I hear people renounce their German names that I would be ashamed to follow their example." /Here I primarily meant the Prosecutor Svetlejshego Synod of the third generation, which became Desyatovskii — by the name of wife/. Putting my hand on my shoulder, the Director said: "my dear, I understand you perfectly well, this behavior you consider the lack of civic courage." With them I have never had any conflicts, to me, he was politely pointed out, but very friendly. About our conversation in his office learned my colleagues, Yes and the entire city, and this only served me favor of, but about how later.
I was instructed to teach Latin, German and ancient history. Difficulties in the class I have not encountered, the students worked willingly, but knowledge of them was poor. The gymnasium stood on the Bank of Sukhona, from the Windows opens a wonderful panorama on the river plied the beautiful ships wheel, white, as on the Rhine. At high water level they reached Kotlas where then was the court less. Tugs and barges also scurried along the river. Ustyug consisted of 30 thousand inhabitants. In the city centre, there were two monasteries of great men and women, and two women. According to rumors, in one of them was the Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna, widow of the murdered Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich and sister of Empress Alexandra Feodorovna. Many churches in Ustyug were explained by the fact that before the construction of the Siberian railway through the city there was a busy trade route, and each rich merchant built a new temple bigger and better than all others. The main Cathedral was famous for its amazing bell. The first snow sometimes fell at the end of August, and by the end of September everything was covered with a thick snow carpet. The river was freezing, shipping was stopped. In my memory as the thermometer showed minus 43 Reaumur /54 Celsius/. The snow was so much that the horses hardly could miss each other on a narrow road — turning the sole of the rut they got stuck in the deep snow. However, in a windless day of frost nasal not so scary. I bought lined with reindeer fur ski and remember at minus 23 degrees Reaumur /about 30 Celsius/ we went skiing, although dressed was pretty easy. We, a Swedish nurse from a small hospital for the internment of Germans expelled from Livonia farmers William the Waiter and me. On azure, without a cloud in the sky, circling the huge crows and their "CAW, CAW" and "KRA-KRA" could be heard from afar. The snow was inscribed with a wolf's footprints, and one night, before our house, wolves killed a neighbor's dog. Go to the city and bears.
In March, in the warm sunshine, the snow day was melting and the streams flowed from the rooftops, the night was once again hit the cold — thirty degrees, and the next morning on fresh crust was good sledding. In those days the locals were hunting for elk on skis chased him until prongs plunging in the snow, became weak and could no longer move. Once the snow fell even at the end of may. Great was the spring ice drift. Spring came immediately, at full power. Meadows were covered with flowers, mainly yellow bathing suit. At the end of June it was getting dark just two hours, again about eleven o'clock in the evening I still managed to shoot woodcock. In spring and autumn endless string of wild geese and ducks stretched across the sky. Vegetables matured only in protected from cold places. The diversity of flora did not differ, but everything grew, bloomed to full flower. The forest was full of mushrooms and berries, in the swampy places grew particularly aromatic cloudberries, like our blackberries.
One day, while hunting for geese, my son the druggist Glezer a night spent near the mouth of the South, but not a single goose was never shot. Great impression made by the river, particularly near Kotlas, where the Sukhona, Vychegda merges with, — swollen by spring waters, they fill the whole neighborhood.
So, just before Christmas 1915, I started teaching. One of the first days I took away from high school cheat sheet — printed Russian translation of the Latin text, but I was approached by a representative of the class and asked to speak to the class tutor or the Director. Since this was the first request of my new students, I gave my consent, and since that day high school students have always treated me well. Yes, and all my colleagues were set up as friendly to me. On the first Sunday I intended to pay an official visit to our inspector, but he asked me to forget about the "Chinese ceremonies" and easily look to him in the evening. When I arrived, he had already gathered a small company, and although in the war years prohibited the consumption of alcohol, alcohol was enough. In order not to lose face, I drank all along, but even when I felt that I had too much to drink, made me another drink for health of the mistress. The next day, with booze, I looked so bad that he was considered "weak", and I never bothered.
As a German, I was not infringed. At one time, at the University, I attended a course in pedagogy among other disciplines, and after Christmas, our Director invited me to teach this subject to senior pupils of the women's gymnasium — he headed the academic Council there. There I worked very well, the head of the school Savarin, a woman by nature modest, maternal took care of me. There I met with Eleonora Glezer, a teacher of the German language, the daughter of a respected pharmacist. On the eve of my first lesson, the son of the owner of the house where I lived, told me that girls advance happy my lessons. On my question: "Why so?"he replied,' 0 Tom was taken care of by our high school students.' My students behaved admirably, and after the final exam asked me to play with them for a group portrait.
Among my colleagues, the most interesting, perhaps, was our mathematician, who had previously served as an accountant at the Pulkovo Observatory and traveled a lot in her life. In the presence of our Director, she me somehow asked: "And would you like to make another trip to your beautiful Germany?"What the Director stated that he was personally sickened by even the cleanliness of the Germans. The Russian press often attacked the "German dominance", and it is interesting that it was felt even here. Besides the already mentioned teacher Heitmann in Ustyug were a lot of Germans, who held positions of responsibility: petrogradets Auer was President of the district court, the chief Prosecutor, kurlander Rechtlich was married to the former Wunsch, a native of Dorpat, and head of the Department of land books was a native of Courland Wilpert.
In early February came the wife with our two year Retreat — I met them at the station, SWAT, 45 versts from Ustiug. In Petrograd, they lived with my brother Otto, and Vyatka, like I said, they took care of Baron Manteuffel. The road from Swati in Ustyug walked through the deep snow, and yet the trip was enjoyable, and though the hail relented and showed minus eight, it seemed to us that is not less than zero. It took our breath away when we went down the single-track road down to Dvina. The horse could not hold our tent and, like, running down to the river — well, no one came across. By the time I acquired the uniform cap, with the concurrence of the Director, complete the teacher's form were not.
The three of us became a bit crowded at Costming, and on their advice, we turned to their German neighbors, Param in whose area, in addition to their home was a little Lutheran kirk, built by someone from the previous generations in their family.
The singers took us to their place and all these years struggled to help us with all they could. Their ancestors came to Arkhangelsk from Kiel. (*in fact from Weißenfels), and the father of our master (*KHRISTIAN A. PEC) in Ustyug was already mayor. The owner himself, Arnold PEC, owned not only the house, but also the steam mill, and sawmill, and tugboats with barges, walking on local rivers. And behind the Ustyug he had Savino's estate.
Arnold PEC was a truthful, modest, calm and reliable man. His son Peter, a faithful assistant to the father-in navigation almost did not go from the boat to shore. And the soul of the entire house was inimitable Mrs. Bertha PEC, née Roberts, a native of Arkhangelsk, where she studied German in a Church school.
In the family, they mainly sounded only Russian language, but for family holidays, the family held German domestic performances, and when Mrs. Burt with her sister, Mrs. Sebald played the piano in four hands, the beat certainly was counted in German. And Christmas was celebrated in the German way. Of the four daughters of Arnold SB PEC two married their cousins Glezerov — they were both in the war. One of these daughters and her two unmarried sisters lived in a parental home where their lame uncle / * Ernst / lived. The Sands gave us a large room separated by a partition, and in the fall, when my father arrived, another room opposite.
The brother of our host Behrend PEC, the Director of a local branch of "the Bank for foreign trade", was the estate of Savino, picturesquely situated on the Bank of the Sukhona. Berend was married, too, on arhangelogorodsky, from the family of the Browns, their son was in our school. The sister of three of these brothers Pecov was married to the pharmacist Theodor Glaser, their three sons, two village owners, one surveyor, were in military service. In the city lived two brothers of Mrs. Bertha PEC — the owner of the chemist and engineer, who was also married to one of the Browns.
The husband of Mrs. Sebald, came to Ustyug from Bavaria and opened a large brewery "Northern Bavaria". Fearing that he has not taken this plant, Sebald adopted Russian citizenship.
Still lived here krasavets - man, their rich cousin James PEC. Yes, the Germans were still an engineer in the road Directorate, whose daughter's name was brunhilde. In addition to all these Russian citizens of German origin, Ustyug was inhabited by many interned German citizens, with whom we managed to make acquaintance, especially after the revolution. The closest we come Contrada Kuehne, who is to receive her medical degree from the University Dospatska had only to pass state exams. Through him we met with revel manufacturer SCHOTT. At the disposal of Konrad kyune was a small outpatient clinic and a hospital room, he was assisted by a sister of mercy from the Swedish red cross; he had permission to treat interned Germans and could, if necessary, seek advice from Russian doctors, which gave us the opportunity to meet with him, he often visited us, to know how things are going. All of this has made a difference in our lives, which was sometimes not so smooth. Sometimes I had to swallow the insult. For example, the following case: in the auditorium, our Director reported to us about the war with a show of illusion images. First, there were portraits of the main perpetrators of the war — Wilhelm II and Franz Josef. Then it seemed to the German generals, brutal face where the Director wants you to focus on. Then this picture: even before the war, in Germany, the Germans seized innocent Russian travelers, locked them in a piggery, where starved, and then teased with sausage and milk, which gladly fell. When did German warships, the Director said that, alas, the British, the German fleet goes. Another example. In the teacher's room came the conversation about a young novice who escaped from the monastery to marry an interned German. It should be put on trial for sodomy, said our Director, because the Germans were still a beast. I especially felt bad when a teacher's gone, usually friendly to me Contamin located, and with great joy announced a major victory near lake Naroch. I didn't move a muscle, not say a word, and yet Ketamin quipped: "And Wilhelm Karlovich believes and smiling". But a few days Costain admitted that I was right, it was not victory, but defeat. How to behave in such cases? That's why I so highly valued my colleagues have not been chauvinism and not allowing insulting attacks on me. As for the principal, he's always been a gentleman to me. I remember after another visit to my class, he said: "we are worthy to serve in any Metropolitan educational institution."
In 1916 came to us with the Trustee of the school district privy councillor Ostroumov. To me in the senior class he came to the first lesson /we passed Horace/, immediately after the prayer, which I was not present, but because he was not represented. Walking into our class, the Director shook my hand, saying, "Good morning!"I gave my abstract to the Trustee, and he continued the lesson without text before his eyes. Lesson has passed smoothly, although I asked even the most weak pupils. Later Costain told me that, according to his son, the students really liked it, independently I kept in the presence of superiors. After the departure of the Trustee, the Director told me that he promised to appoint me as a class mentor and thus fully equate to all other teachers. Here again our Director proved to be a two-faced Janus: on the one hand, he was a great patriot, on the other-a generous cultural person, about which I will tell.
The liberal-minded Minister of education count Ignatiev recently canceled all transitional and final examinations, replacing them with the control tests carried out in the presence of two teachers. I asked the Director to be present with me on such a test, and then the following happened: a student, whom I in the beginning selected the crib, and which has been repeatedly reproach for lack of diligence, failed miserably. By looking at him it was obvious that he crammed all night, so I asked the Director to allow the student to sleep and after lunch the second time to come to trial. The second time he answered quite well. Another very capable student was not able to formulate his idea well, and I had to help him, as a result of which the Director politely asked, and who actually holds the test, the student or I? I explained to him what was the matter, adding that student along the mess along her face. Director of on how calmed down. I like to remember this a case of one student who was ready to answer, asked permission to get out of the drawer of the Desk handkerchief. To me it immediately show elk suspicious, and then Costain hinted that he used the unauthorized aid. I decided to not to leave and before the next test asked the pupil if he forgot to take his handkerchief. He turned to stone, and the whole class giggled. Everyone appreciated how deftly I got out of this situation. Strictly speaking, we all look like each other: doing the right thing, showing a little humor, everyone can achieve a lot. I was amazed when the Director asked me to teach high school students of Russian history — perhaps he just wanted to carry on my shoulders the teaching of this sensitive subject. On my objections, that I well know only ancient history, he respond, that a good teacher good under any sauce, however with my argument agreed. In the spring I with two classes went to a river excursion: the steamship up on Small Dvina to Kotlas, and further up on Vychegda to Solvychegodsk, the ancient salt town, on a look and the sizes reminding Ustyug. And in the summer of 1916, I with high school students PoE Hal in the village, to help harvest families whose breadwinners were at war.
That's how we lived, and war as if we didn't almost touch, even though we saw how past us, up the river, stretched military transports, and in the city I met several Englishmen in full military uniform. Our three-year Rotraut began to show independence: when we passed the main Cathedral, she stopped and began to be baptized, imitating the baptized commoners. Of course, we were worried about what was happening outside our corner, we knew that more and more people were being evicted from our homes. Evicted chief superintendent of the churches of Githens, senior pastor Marnica, pastor of the Scraper, revel pastor Rudolf Winkler and many others. In the spring of 1916 he was evicted from SALIS and my father. He moved to his son-in-law Mazing in Karkus, but he was allowed to live only North of the latitude of Nizhny Novgorod. Ustyug is higher, so my assumption was correct. Our father came by a steamer from Vologda — we spent the summer vacation in the estate of Arnold PEC, which turned out to be very successful, as his father was able to settle in the village, in a clean peasant hut. His passport was taken away, he was under police supervision, but in Ustyug he was allowed to go alone, without a guide, and in Ustyug there was almost no supervision. / A small retreat: my parents did not know how to write in Russian, so I wrote with mother Pere in French, and with my father used Latin, until one day they received a notice that censorship is not going to hire a special person who knows Latin for us.
Mrs. PEC offered to settle my father, too, in their house, everything was going very well. I was racking my brain how I can inform our Director about the arrival of the father, I do not doubt that sooner or later the police will inform him about it. A good opportunity to do this was presented to me at the beginning of the school year: in August, the Director appointed me as his assistant in re-examination and at the same time invited me to take the vacant seat of the Secretary of the academic Council of the women's gymnasium.
I had to keep records of the Council's meetings, and most importantly, to make annual reports and collect statistics, which would allow me to get acquainted with the business of production and administrative work, and this, in turn, would bring me closer to the occupation of the leadership position and, consequently, to increase the salary. I thanked the Director and, taking advantage of the opportunity, added that everything is going to tell him that in the summer my father was evicted from the front line, and now he lives with us, and therefore, perhaps the school Board will consider it inappropriate to apply to Petrograd for my appointment. The son of the father is not the defendant, said the Director. Father was wronged, I said, he is not to blame and I never will deny. Nothing can be done, sighed the Director, chop wood — chips fly. Here are your Bradaric and Manteuffel /he meant Silvio Braderie and Baron Manteuffel/ in 1906 settled their Volhynian Germans in Kurland, but now innocent people are suffering. Honor me and thank for my principled, he added, it will make him even more energetic to support my candidacy. And soon to do my assignment it's.
That's how we lived. From our room on the second floor Perovskogo house had a view of the river, we gazed at the steamboats, on the right stood the imposing building of the gymnasium, on the other hand, Tazovskoy earth, wood, without the spire, kirk, for it was seen in a modest building of a girls ' school. Right next to our house was a Park with tall trees behind it.
The Sands provided us all: we ate with them at the common table, became quite their own in their family circle. After the summer holidays, we brought our maid — a sweet Agnia; soon Rotraut was already freely chatting in Russian with his imaginary older sister. On Sundays, dad was home a prayer, and he often had spouses Tebaldi / Lutheran parish of Ustiug was to be the administrative pastor Königsfeld in Yaroslavl, but it is usually only once a year came to Ustyug serve its parishioners. Since then my father came and until 1918 he served ustyuzhskaya part of the parish the pastor of Königsfeld.
However, I've twice had occasion to perform pastoral duties. The first time PEC has been asked to prepare for confirmation of my student in high school, berenda PEC Jr. German he knew no matter, but engaged willingly, and we with him a few weeks understood the essence of Lutheranism. On confirmation Berend made a great impression on pastor Königsfeld, he used to deal with confirmants of very modest knowledge.
In the autumn of 1917, when my father went to Solvychegodsk, Ernst PEC died, and the brothers of the deceased asked me to take over the duties of pastor. I had to take part in everything: when the dead body was put in the coffin when he was buried in the cemetery of the convent in Aikawa, Ustyug /there Pecam owned cemetery plot/.






