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
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Evgeny Bozhko.
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A military doctor E. V. Healthy
The essence of democratic renewal
1944 year. There is a war. My mother and grandmother live in the village of Upper Saved the Vologda region. I am very sick, the skin peels off with shreds on my hands, knees, nose and even on my stomach. Eat "Sagunto" — porridge from rye flour without milk and butter, nettle, sometimes potato bread from rotten potatoes, which have not taken for the front farmers. Mother and grandmother walk in bast shoes.
Winter. I was on the mend. Grandmother and mother sawing wood in the yard. I walk through the snow around them on big skis. On the way goes a column of military vehicles. It smells like gasoline, but I like that smell.
CITY ON ONEGO
In Petrozavodsk we returned from evacuation in early April 1945. Still not melted snow in forests and fields. Not cleared of ice and lake Onega, spread out before our eyes. Before reaching the station, the train stopped at the closed semaphore. In open window car sharply pulled the scent of coal tar and medical plaster. Got lost goat "Mike", which we were taking with a. "Well, come," said the grandmother. The car jerked and drove past the warehouses, a heap of old gypsum langets and corsets, baths, water pumps, noisy marinas and soon stopped at the station platform Petrozavodsk.
Nobody's ever met us. On the stone pavements horseshoes clinked and rattled the iron hoops of the wheels of freight carts. Rubber move easily rysili "passenger" of the horse. Carrying the nodes with our belongings, together with a goat we reached for "Handling" to Agrippina Ivanovna resinol, prewar grandmother's friend, de I and mother lived until December, not yet returned from war father. And the grandmother with a goat went to the "end of the line" uncle Kostya, who worked at the fish factory.
At school No. 2, where mum worked before the war, she met Anna Plotnikova, who told about life in Petrozavodsk during the Finnish occupation. My mother's younger brother, 16 year old Volodya Koshev and his friend Mitya Dubrovsky 41, joined the guerrilla group the husband of Anna Ivanovna, the Director of the school №2, Plotnikov Mikhail Antonovich, and as if all of them during the war were missing.
Anna spent the war in a Finnish concentration camp in 1942 and were seen as the commandant of this camp brought spifflicate boys, and learned his former students. "They gave no Karel, and his Russian" — she said mom. The guys were silent when the shyutskorovtsev beat them with whips — whips from a bundle of insulated steel wire. Then they were shot and thrown on the porch of the commandant's office as a warning to others. Where guerrilla scouts are buried, we still don't know.
At school No. 2 ended the school year and my mom suggested to go to the education Department there was looking for teachers to work in a children's camp in the former Finnish town of Sortavala on lake Ladoga. There we found ourselves before the end of summer. The Director of the camp was my mother's cousin, kosheva Oktyabrina, strict and fair. Cook did not steal and we ate normally in comparison with the recent the orphanage.
Next to us was a farm "Comintern", where we went on a tour and saw huge, the rest of the Finns, cows and horses. The older children helped the farmers in weeding and making hay, or collected in the field spikelets. Sometimes the children gathered mushrooms and berries, but far from the camp were afraid to go – Finns left here, left mine surprises and people was being undermined. Arranged on a glade pioneer bonfires with songs and dances.
On smallness of years I don't remember much, but the jubilation of the entire population of the camp on 9 may 1945 is remembered well. Mom Oktyabrina told in two voices sang folk songs: "why are you standing, swaying, thin Rowan", "don walks...", "Evening bells" — favorite songs of their fathers, brothers, Yakov and Vasily Koshevoy. Their ancestors were the don Cossacks, who had been exiled to the North under Peter I for the Bulavin rebellion. We stayed in the children's camp until the end of August, and from September 1 my mother began to work in 11 primary schools on Kommunalnaya street, where I went to study after 2 years.
In the meantime, we lived in a cramped room of the two-storey barracks on Plank street. I was under the supervision of Nina Razina, Agrippina Ivanovna's daughter. Already winter came, I walked once in the hallway, watching, comes a tall man in a soldier's coat and right in the door to Razin. And this was my father, who went through two wars and came back healthy and unharmed. On the same day the father declared in the commandant's office that our pre-war dwelling space is occupied during war by Bushuyev. Through 24 hours we settled for years to come in the little room on Gogol №41.
In the corridors of this house always smelled like sauerkraut and cabbage soup with tripe, garlic and onions, tobacco and wine fumes, and almost the entire second floor was occupied by a men's dormitory architectural College, who was a house! And after all have many after the war and such a housing not was. On the first floor of our house in the winter the main children's club was a long, poorly lit corridor,where the brothers showed the old patronage films. Summer and winter in the yard dried linen, water column was not close, and the furnace was heated with firewood. Oh, and we drank them with his father, and how much I wood perekolol! Yes the water was my job.
Immediately, we went to Boris Romanov, the nugget is a musician with absolute pitch. My mom played a little guitar, and before the war, something Boris had taught. During the absence of the master the disciple has succeeded in the game, which immediately demonstrated. Then Boris learned to play the trumpet, graduated from music school Bayan (also well played) and worked in children's music school at Engels. Boris and introduced me to rebyatney our house and yard, taking under his wing.
The postwar period was hungry, and here brothers and sisters were born one after the other. In the kindergarten №8 in the street Gogol, bring used brown bread on a plate, so everyone tries to grab a crust and coat it with saliva, and REM Jung his snot — there is certainly this crust, no one will covet until you bring the porridge and the teacher will not be allowed to eat. And toys in the garden, you might say, was not nearly as-without them – in the great hall was rolling on the floor on the backs of chairs, but cleverly so.
Walk to town and nature we are constantly drove: to the river Lososinka, and often at Altitude (where today the television station). In winter this high hill (now here Gogol bridge) I started to ski, and since the mound from railroad bridge or from the Mound – used to blow, the river will docetic. With this empty, obstinate river Salmon associated all my childhood, since April it began to swim, and even snow in some places did not have time to melt. Let's make a fire and warm up. And it almost didn't hurt.
Today, listening to liberoids about the "cursed" past, about the absence of everything and everything in our lives, and most importantly, about the lack of freedom of choice, I remember my postwar childhood, and everything is seen in a different light, filled with new meaning. As long as we had a reliable power, we didn't care about thinking about our lives. My parents went through a very harsh childhood and worked hard all my life. And our childhood was not easy, but we had our joys: trousers and turnips from the neighboring collective farm field, Finnish sledges and iron rollers from a bent thick iron rod, skates "snowstorms", tied to the boots with a rope with a stick, wooden scooters and paws, glasses (towns) and Chizh, football and swimming on rafts and sanitary boats in a swamp near the house, the game "Knives". On the ground were all around the circle, divided into sectors, and each throwing knife in the land of the enemy, cut off his piece of territory. I was proud to play with my folding knife, which uncle Kostya gave me. We fishing sailing went on Onego, put seines at night, which is held in the fishing huts. Life is funny, filled with real fairy – tale in comparison to the shit we are mired today. And about freedom of choice — nobody has forced us to become good or bad – each chooses whom to be and everyone was responsible then for the wrong choice.
1949. 3 class. School No. 11. Our espoused programmer Zoya Nikolaevna Ilyina — in the center of the 2 series of, 1 a series of 3 from left — Valery Leontiev, 4-the author.
The school I went to maiden's green coat from "American aid" (mom said, "...not like a General"). 1 class the teacher was very good – Zoya Nikolaevna ilina, she lived nearby, in the "teacher's" house of Gogol 45. Here and a friend of mine lived, Valeriy Leontiev, on the same Desk with him, I spent all 4 years in 11 school, and in 9th "guards" too, some time. Very sensible the guy-in science, with degrees, lives in Ryazan.
During school holidays, the summer camp I went, and more lost in the woods, where he herded his two goats "Talivka" and darling "the Dawn" that was following me around like dogs and never left. Not trampled then the nature around the city, grass on river reaches to the waist and beaver lodges on the river, great big ant hills and the broad glades of wild flowers, hares and wolves, zabegaya on the outskirts of Petrozavodsk. In the evening, Narva a bag aspen leaf for goats, we walked with the boys home for Lososinskoe the road from the area of Drevlyanka. Here was a rifle range and infantry school, often finding ammo, threw them in the fire, that fools. No one, really, if I was not killed, but crippled guys come across at that time, often without hands, without eyes. The weapons in the woods then, too, came across (and unburied soldiers of the last war), even more weapons was a dump of captured equipment near the future railway station, even guns, mortars and tanks stood there.
These trips to the wood in the summer and in the winter and constant work on economy well prepared me for sport, especially to ski races and to wrestling too. But first wanted to learn to play the guitar. We went with the Valeric Leontiev Palace of pioneers on Kirov square (now the Museum of fine arts) to enroll in string orchestra. Pavel Vasilievich Teterin, the head of the orchestra, said that he would teach guitar, but he deceived the guitars in the orchestra never happened.
Valera played on the tiny "Piccolo" and I'm "prima" and "viola". I visited this legendary string orchestra of the Palace of pioneers for 6 years. My band mates Klim Smirnov and Sergey Frolov since years chose this profession and more recently, played in the string orchestra "Onego", and the balalaika Mike Izhboldin became a Professor at the Conservatory, the talent, with him Paul V. even personally involved.
One panel with Misha by Izhboldina the orchestra played my classmate Viktor Vasin. After seven years he graduated from the forestry College and, devoting his life to the car, balalaika never forgot, even in his final days at the forest Ranger station “backwater”. We performed with the orchestra at many concerts of children's Amateur performances in the Republic, went to different cities of Karelia, but mostly in the Palace of pioneers, there was a good stage and a spacious hall. Remember the Glory Dudkina, Leroux Astrakhan, Currencies Myachina, Yuri Ivanov, roofing Sizov, Alexey Miatleva, violinist Yuri Lifshits, accordionist Victor Bydanova.
Still remember how at our rehearsals to listen to the "Dance" and "Dance" by N. Budashkina in a purely string performance and prodirizhiroval orchestra came cheerful man Helmer Sinisalo, who played the flute in the Symphony orchestra of Karelian radio with my cousin Eugene Prokhorov from Podujatia. Jack told us a lot about his colleague, who had already then the glory of the budding composer. Indeed, in 1959 Helmer N. Sinisalo wrote the music for the brilliant ballet "Sampo" based on the Karelian-Finnish epos "Kalevala". This work was a great success and was performed repeatedly both in the USSR and abroad. A remarkable event took place in the history of musical culture of Karelia — the national ballet was born!
My sisters worked then in our Music and drama theatre: Natalia was a make-up artist, Lydia was a costume designer, and I occasionally visited the theatre. Natasha and Lida were friends there with the actor of the operetta Zalman Naumovich Estrin – "uncle Zalia", as they called it. They introduced me to him, too.
The first time I saw Zalman Naumovich in an unforgettable image Popandopulo in the play “Wedding in Malinovka”, where he played with Rausa Sabirova. Saw Zalman Naumovich and in” Kumoh "by Ruvim Parchment, in ballet performances" Doctor Aibolit”and "don Quixote". In 50-ies and 70-ies of the last century Zalman Estrin was the glory of the Petrozavodsk theatre.
Beginning his theatrical career, actor Estrin played in Moscow with Vladimir Yakhontov in the play “Yes, vaudeville is a thing", showing himself as a worthy partner of the famous master of artistic expression. Yakhontov, wrote: “My servant was silent. But it was absolutely necessary: like the handyman at the fair, helping the magician to perform magic. It serves me not behind the scenes, and on stage, in full view of all respectable audience. We showed tricks, so to speak, frankly”
Talented actor Estrin Petrozavodsk spectators remember dozens of brilliantly created images in our Musical theater. He passed away in 1992, having served 27 years of the Karelian stage. The last words of 76-year-old actor was the treatment to his wife: “Give to the theatre that I can't come to life!".
Today, as before, the theater begins not with scenery, lighting effects and luxurious costumes, but with actors. Where else but the vteatr, see people, so responsibly appropriate to their work. The most important thing that the actors of the theater have today is the passion for the profession.
I will tell you about two actors Petrozavodsk Russian drama theater. People's artist of Karelia Oleg Belonuchkin, whose name has always been one of the most beloved and revered by the audience of our city, after GITIS arrived in Petrozavodsk. Here the actor was created a whole galaxy of images. Among them I in "Wedding Krechinsky", Salieri in "Mozart and Salieri", Rizzio in "Marie Stuart," Wynn in "Uncle Vanya", Mack the knife in "Threepenny Opera" in which he I particularly remember. During the difficult years of social upheaval in the country Oleg Alexandrovich from 1990 to 1994 was Minister of culture of Karelia. Then he managed to defend the Symphony orchestra of The Karelian Philharmonic and his native theater "Creative workshop". He did author's programs, read poems and prose, participated in TV and radio performances. Oleg Belonuchkin even in his last television interview spoke only about his favorite work, about the theater, about the last role.
Anatoly Sokolovsky, while studying at the Higher naval school in Leningrad, sang in the school choir. At the audition in the choir of the Alexander Nevsky Lavra clergy was struck by the depth and strength of his voice, his famous bass, he predicted success on the Opera stage. But Anatoly enters the theater Institute named after An. Ostrovsky, having chosen for himself a way of the actor of drama theater, understanding it as high service and mission.
Nature itself-with its artistry, charm, voice, appearance, it was created for the stage. In the 60-ies of the Sokolovsky — actor of the Leningrad theater. Master stage has traveled all over the country from edge to edge. He is remembered for the scenes Of the Russian drama theaters of Tallinn and Vilnius, Yerevan and Novosibirsk, Murmansk and Petrozavodsk, where he saw my sister Lydia and made her an offer. Today, their daughter Xenia and two granddaughters Natasha and Sasha live in Portugal in Porto.
Since 1981, honored artist of Russia Anatoly Sokolovsky inextricably links his life with a scene of the academic drama theatre named after F. G. Volkov, the first Russian theatre. One of the favorite citizens of the performances was "Solo for a striking clock" by O. Zahradnik, where his character, soft, slightly ironic, eccentric — in his later years remained forever love boys. And Anatol was always optimistic, slender, smart, athletic and youthful. He was busy in many productions, always in demand by the theater. One of his last works — the role Styrova in the play by A. N. Ostrovsky's "Hunting forest captivity". With his beautiful voice, his remarkable understanding of Russian poetry, he easily became the soul of all activities. Metropolitan criticism has repeatedly noted his excellent acting. In Claudius ("hamlet") remember dry the face ascetic, the comeliness and the unconscious fear of exposure. In "tango" by S. mroczek luck Sokolowski was uncle Eugene with his sarcasm and sarcasm, grotesque paramilitary mentality In the play "the Concert" his solo number was heartbreaking "Romance city" — "Why are you I have not met..." In the play "the Slave" on the play by A. N. Ostrovsky his hero Evdokim egorych longed to see those who are near, kindness, humanity and cordiality.
Both the actor and the man Anatoly Sokolovsky in life also cherished generosity, cordiality and conscientiousness, spiritual generosity, which he himself fully noted. Anatoly Sokolovsky starred in several films: "Bagramova night," "Crash of engineer Garina", "Anna" Love Kazarnovskaya in the title role... an Artist, a restless time in the works, Sokolowski was a warrior, a brave fighter for national culture. His worried and disturbed by "age, dislocated from their joints." He created in Yaroslavl his own Theater of poetic words, was the initiator of many creative evenings. Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov, Northerner, parsnips, poets, soldiers, poets of the land of Yaroslavl, that his main subject. His creative projects, carried out and depicted in time, were television films — a solo performance "Mephistopheles" (successfully shown on the TV channel "Culture") and "the Word about Igor's regiment: the age of XXI" (YAGTRK "Yaroslaviya").
Both of these wonderful actor Oleg Belonuchkin and Anatoly Sokolovsky lived large, bright and meaningful life, leaving a noticeable trace in the hearts of their fans and in the hearts of their grateful audience.
... In 1953, I was in the 6th grade when a history teacher Serafima Ivanovna told us about Amnesty. And she said that the Soviet state has set itself the task not only to punish criminals, but also to help them to be corrected, including through early release and removal of the criminal record. About the criminal record, I did not understand then, but I remember about the release well, because uncle Kostya was rehabilitated and relatives began to return to my classmates, although hundreds of thousands of so-called political convicted under the famous 58th article, continued to remain behind bars — engineers, writers, journalists, doctors, artists, sculptors — how they waited for this Amnesty and how the country needed.
The majority of the amnestied were then bytoviki, received the sentence for being late to the factory for stealing three ears of corn in dying from hunger the village. Children, starting from 12 years old, were then equal to adults criminal liability. Among other outside recidivist thieves, crime bosses and just incorrigible hooligans, severely complicating life for the authorities and ordinary citizens. What is the goal of criminals were released? No doubt to intimidate the people. The new government was not concerned that the released criminals would Rob, beat and even kill the country's working citizens and their children.
Yesterday the prisoners came to Petrozavodsk at once, like locusts, oshalev of a sudden will. There was a crazy wave of crimes: robbery, hooliganism, theft, violence, robbery of shops and post offices. A man could have been stabbed because of a minor offense. Police struggling to cope with this rise in crime. In the morning on streets collected corpses robbed and killed at night. On the streets of the have become walk patrols operating. Nights happened, the bandits were shot on the streets without a trial. Many of those released under Amnesty were again convicted in subsequent years.
Criminals brought to life priblatnennyi romance. Among the youth it became fashionable to walk in boots with lapels, in caps-octahedrons with short visors, many have knives-finks. Our speech includes criminal words and songs, for example, "The guy in the cap and the Golden tooth", "Taganka", "in the port of Cape town", "Lilac fog", from which today "dragged" listeners.
... Valera Leontiev once left the orchestra, and I was going more than once, but Pavel Vasilyevich will come to our home, talk to babus about the old days, about common friends, and she will persuade me to stay. By the time I became an active reader of the library of the Palace of pioneers, it was a pity to throw. And on the first floor of the Palace there was a reading room of the Public library and we, children, were allowed to read magazines and books there, even medical literature was given to me. Since then, I have been visiting the "public" (now called The national library), and today has not ceased to read — in a madhouse, what has become our country, you have to be in sanity.
By the way, until the 90s, our country was considered the most reading in the world (in the subway, tram, bus people sat with books and Newspapers, now with bottles of beer). A lot of guys have been recorded in the library, and the great happiness honored to get, sometimes driven by reading a book.
There are many books nowadays, but before, at least this stuff wasn't beautiful. And the reading today was, and more broadly, and comprehensively developed personality, and in the literature now other "songs". In our time, the book was a carrier of high meanings. Not to inflame the instincts and not to tickle nerves, and to make man kinder and more honest. Not to make a living on a word, but to teach the mind-mind. After censorship was abolished in our country, we were literally flooded with a muddy stream of low-grade reading. The book, as such, ceases to be a source of knowledge today.
The statement: "All best – to children!"it was not just a set of words, but it expressed the essence of our life. In the Palace of pioneers there was a lot of extracurricular activities: drama with O. I. Lapina and choir with the C. P. Eskinol, dance and a circle of young sailors from A. A. Berezin, ship and aircraft manufacturing, photographic and cine technical, chess and Makarovym Fedor Fedorovich — choose any and all for free! The slogan was: "Create! Invent! Try!"(today: "Learn to have fun!") Once almost every village had its own house of pioneers. Now that the benefits have come first, they have turned into offices, Nightclubs and restaurants for adults.
On TV, you hear people raise money for the surgery for children. How is it possible in an oil and gas country whose incomes have been so high for many years? On the sick, pensioners and treatment of children no money, and for the salvation of the banks are located, and to pay to Alexey Miller, Chairman of OAO "Gazprom" — 3 million 42 thousand, or Igor Sechin, head of Rosneft 6 million 85 thousand rubles a day the money is! We are told that a lot of money is allocated to the health sector, but why do mothers with a hat go around the world and ask for a penny to save the life of their child? With all the nobility of the campaign to collect from the world on the thread of the operation for children, it is a shame of the state, unable, or rather unwilling to heal its future. And when any oligarch has donated money to treat a sick child, do not know!
And why the country's budget for 2013-15 years for medicine cut by 20%, and the military and police raised by 50% ? Recently I saw an announcement: "Come to work in the new Russian police. Starting salary of 60 thousand rubles." And the initial salary of the candidate of Sciences-30 thousand rubles.
In our time, at the rink stadium "Red star" (then renamed "Spartak") children wore to the music, from time to time, running into the locker room to drink a Cup of coffee or tea, not beer, which is now young people openly drinking in the streets and playgrounds. And how many children and adults went in the winter to ride on the icy children's slide (now there is a memorial in honor of those killed in world war II), polished to a mirror Shine with notes, boots and clothes. On Sundays there was a whole queue of people wanting to "unburden". Until late in the evening laughter, squeals and jokes echoed far under the nose of the granite Lenin, clearly located to the fun.
Man is the product of his reading. All we come from the best childhood, when writers were on perform well. The names of Aleksey Tolstoy, Agnes Barto and Korney Chukovsky, Samuil Marshak and Mikhalkov, Sergey, Anatoly alexina and Vladislav Krapivin sound so far. Until now, the children are reading in kindergarten poems about uncle Stepa and Sink.
In the distant 70–ies I liked to read your son tale by Nikolai Nosov the adventures of dunno and his friends, especially "dunno on the moon" where the character gets not just to the moon, and then only familiar to us by the Newspapers of the capitalist world. In simple language, the author showed a lot of frightening predictions: the rule of oligarchy, the system of cuts and kickbacks, joint – stock companies and financial pyramids, "new Russians" - cruel, evil and insidious shorties, "free" press, advertising, rampant crime, corrupt police, homeless. But the most striking piece was the head of the mysterious "Stupid island" with many stupid entertainment that literally turns people into sheep, then they cut. It is very similar to what happened to Russia in the 1990s: the same wild capitalism, where no one respects the laws, the same delights of a democratic society, the same release of low-lying instincts. Alas! We thalis "most can not" to "Beautiful Far", written as a children's dystopia.
Sadly, this book is now even more relevant than it was when it came out. Tough heroes, totally unprepared for such a life. Read this book now grandson and remember the ordeal of engineers, teachers, doctors, intellectuals in the early 90-ies, when destroying the economy, we were deceived as the last suckers, "threw" so deftly and competently that 99% of the population lost the right to participate in its wealth. Officials big the apparatchiks, the people close to them shady businessmen by that time stole millions and billions, but the system of the USSR was not allowed to legalize it all out in the open and to become masters. to do this, it was necessary to destroy the state and change the system to capitalism. and here is they already owners factories, Newspapers, steamships, gold mines, land, and importantly — human souls, both of which have become slaves.
The country was torn apart, its avarice swept over it, and the humanoid animals roared under themselves as much as they could. Millions of tons of oil and gas regularly pumped to the West , and dollars flowed to accounts of owners of life — "new Russians". "Chermet" passed unique machines, tractors, harvesters, aircraft, and deliverers to build houses and having mistresses. Black realtors drove the victim to the forest, shot her in the back of the head, the apartment was sold and also included in the overall celebration of life. The former collective farmers removed wires in the village, on the gained money bought moonshine.
Young women pushed to the cities to sell their bodies,having a material interest. Ordinary people were abandoned to their fate, humiliated and slowly died. Moral values have melted and disappeared, it was the height of cynicism, hopelessness and human misery.
What he called business, in fact it was robbery. Since Yeltsin disbanded the KGB, there was another force on the streets of Russia. The KGB, as you know, in addition to political repression and the fight against dissenting citizens, had another function — the fight against organized crime. In that moment, when Russia stopped the fight against organized crime, and criminal prison camps opened, power was seized by two new forces. At the head there were criminals of "the first table", that is prisoners who sat in a camp dining room at the first table. They were criminals, sitting mainly for economic crimes, well versed in foreign exchange transactions and who knew what the dollar was. Because they needed "soldiers," they teamed up with bandits who were well known and who became the second force — the Executive. All this terrible and merciless brotherhood spilled into the streets of Russia and began to plunder.
Liberoids, so sweetly singing about the atrocities of the Soviet regime, persistently forgets that they took power is not bloodless. On October 4, 1993, the White house was shot from tanks and stormed by order of President Yeltsin. The unconstitutional act of dissolution of the Congress of people's deputies and the Supreme Council was supported by military force, and Russian parliamentarism was crushed by tank caterpillars. It was the execution of the White house that became the Foundation on which the oligarchic dictatorship, which remains in Russia to this day, grew. And today, a rich Russia with all kinds of resources cannot provide decent living for its poor citizens.
But do not we see the fabulous palaces, estates, offshore accounts, jewelry, yachts, aircraft for Pets, art collections (and other attributes of "beautiful life"), which without a doubt demonstrates the oligarchs and our new aristocracy — "evil" in the world of high officials, in the field of civil service, state corporations, politics. And they perfectly understand: it is impossible to buy for the symbolical sum or a pillowcase of dirty vouchers an industrial complex which the country built two five-year plans, and then to bankrupt it, having expelled workers and having opened the market to the Western firms.
Corruption, regional budgets, criminal game with state orders, racketeering, extortion have become an almost open and undisguised form of doping for our economy and civil life. Reports of corrupt governors, mayors, Ministers, senior officials, judges and prosecutors are multiplying. Corruption plague struck security forces, law enforcement officers. Even in those agencies that were created to combat corruption. Today's rich Russians no one says directly that they are thieves, although everyone knows it. Moreover, they even distribute posts that they had a place to steal....Well, what is the purpose of Chubais can be assigned to lead nanotechnology? One might think that he is a great scientist or, if not a scientist, he has done something great for the country, that there is hope that he will create something intelligent in this area. Held the takeover, as a result of the most profitable state-owned enterprises were in the hands of thieves, and of the less profitable plundered equipment, timed, closed. RAO EU-stole, brought to offshore, sold to foreigners, made so that now the electric power to the European part of the country is delivered from Vladivostok, and from the European to Vladivostok. Well, what else was appointed? To keep quiet, shut your mouth? And Serdyukov? Also the state position was given. But it will burst someday the patience of the people!
... Everything that was written then and it was shown to children, had no right neither to falseness, nor to a hack — not to entertain, and to bring up, entertaining and carrying away. To lay the foundations, not forgetting about the game, love of a teenager for adventures and dangers, to the pirate caravels and coral reefs. Today, the child gets used to having fun since childhood and getting tons of toys, instead of living education. So when school intrudes notorious "sex light". Modern computer technology in design sometimes make the picture children's books, a standard set of lurid images.
And what was then the illustrators in the "Detgiz"! Therefore, many parents even now prefer the good old books with illustrations by Erik Bulatov and Oleg Vassiliev to the fairy tales of Charles Perrault, or, say, Henry Val to the story of Nikolai Nosov.
Our generation was brought up on classics: great operas and performances sounded on the radio. And then cartoons - a Golden Fund of culture, "Soyuzmultfilm" should be a monument to put for humanity, creative imagination and the preservation of the child's soul. (The first cartoons that our children watch today, worked in the Studio of Walt Disney. Then the children become accustomed to kinofentezi about the hobbit and the school of sorcerers in which the student Harry Potter).
The Soviet Union was the first country in the world where children's cinema was widely spread. Not just with the participation of young artists and not so — called ‘Family Films’, namely paintings addressed to the children's audience-for the purpose of education and upbringing.
In our time, the films were heroic and romantic: "Mysterious island" and George Saakadze." "Captain at fifteen" and "Son of the regiment", "treasure Island" and "the Story of a real man", "Alexander Nevsky" and many others. This movie is an eerie mixture of nitrous oxide — laughing gas! — opium for the people, selling the tears and laughter, laughter and the mad, violence and pop music. Laughter under the silence killed and plundered the country.
Today, the main textbook of life was the Internet, the territory of freedom, full of temptations and dangers for the immature soul. School only teaches you (don't raise children – it has only "educational services", like dry cleaners or nail Polish), parents mostly only earn, but left to themselves the children sit in social networks, replacing them and the library and club, and stadium. Who needs same this need, to our children and grandchildren were morons?? "Education reform" today is simply a blatant gangster decline in the level of education. The educated person is dangerous for the current government, so the standard of past education is changed to a set of disciplines at the request of the inexpensive. The number of schools and universities is decreasing, as well as the budget financing of education. But their children of those in power and "broilers capitalism" are sent to study abroad.
Classes In the circles of the Palace of pioneers, sports training and competitions, scrap metal collection, assistance to farmers in harvesting, pioneer camps and songs by the fire-brought together children. Now everyone survives by itself, taking into account the slogans: "Do not let yourself step on your foot! Make money any way you want!", children's organizations have long dispersed, and instead, the clouds of homeless and drug addicts. More than half of anonymously surveyed graduates of schools and technical schools do not consider shameful profession of the prostitute, and the young people brought up on examples of turtles of the ninja And the uncle of the Scrooge hardly cope with temptation to earn several thousand bucks even if it is necessary to break the first of Christ's reserves.
... Outside our house on the former vegetable gardens of the prisoners, the Austrians began to build large stone bath No. 3. Asking the ruble's mother, we ran to them, changing to wood pistols or gymnasts on the horizontal bar. Sometimes I saw my grandmother talking to them about something in their language, but I did not attach any importance to it, but I'm sorry. Completed the bath the prisoners, and they already had free access, and the construction was blocked by barbed wire and towers at the corners of the set.
Very convenient and good bath was on Gogol, and beer in her buffet was not translated, however, in those days it was only 2 grades: "beer is" and "beer is not present", but then it in Petrozavodsk was very decent — tasty, live if it was not diluted with water and soda, and it did not upset the people with its quality. We did not even realize that there are other Beers: "Barley spike", "Moskovskoe", "Riga", "Stolichnoe" and exotic — "Velvety", "porter", "Nasha Marka".
Then the cost of one gram of alcohol in beer was much lower than in vodka, and to achieve the "effect" of beer had to drink much more. It is now a gram of alcohol in vodka is much cheaper, and in beer — increased in price. And not beer at all, but a diluted drink low grade alcohol with taste, odor and color of the beer, destroys the liver.
In postwar Petrozavodsk there were several pubs where former veterans, disabled people, criminals of all professions gathered and people who just slept after the sorrows of the war. You can see the sketches when they were drunk with man clothes. In autumn and winter evenings in beer halls there were a lot of people, noisy and fun. People sat there for hours, slowly drinking beer, eating salted crackers and crayfish. The barman or waiter from the floor were offered dried fish, and persons highlighted, bream. For a mug of beer solved global issues. People have discovered each other's soul. Our " point "on Gogol street was called" Blue Danube", the people's trail never grew there. Ah, that this was for place! What people there looked!
Big piftochka was on the square antikaynena, and close to the bus station by the river Neglinka, another, very popular with the rural population. On the Kirov square in front of the Finnish theatre, a beer house with slatted booths was called "the zoo". In a Park people visited the cafe, after passing through the winding corridor which was accessible to a small rack for the "elite", where for 5 rubles you could get a glass of portveshok and candy "stratosphere" for a snack. Near the cinema "Sampo" piftochka respectfully was called "Ivan Ivanovich" by the name of the barman who was not abused raw water for dilution of the precious drink.
These beer helped the suffering, it was not necessary, buying a pint, frantically searching for companions to split it three ways in the alley, sniffing "Manufaktura". No! In the pub you can just "otografia", podlekareva this case a beer, a bite to eat not just sandwiches – hot Zakus were there, that's what! And calm after the event to get home. It is no secret that many men who returned from the fields of war, brought with it a dependence on "narkomovskih 100 grams". So with the help of such Pittock all took place in a cultural and quiet. But when the points were closed, then began, in my opinion, "alcoholism throughout the country", and now she took in Russia total – juvenile girls instead of ice cream in public places drinking beer, advertising of which climbs from all cracks.
They were walking and robbing in the streets, in the summer garden, at the dance floor. The order for a while was put at the expense of patrol soldiers. The military commandant of Petrozavodsk Colonel A. P. Chaduneli (my father's friend in the fight) allowed them to act cool — brawlers "taught" belt buckle.
The postwar years were close for the comfort of life to the military, but people were not angry and petty, as it is today. In our 9 school children of officers and generals of the North. Vo, but it was difficult for everyone, and every person could achieve success in life, there would be a desire.
In those years, in the yards of the neighbors played "foundry", checkers and dominoes, the attitude of people to each other was easier: in any house you will be greeted in a friendly way, and so cigarettes and drinks will certainly share.
Everywhere-in factories, hospitals, schools, baths, even on the fence of the headquarters of the Northern Military District on Gogol street, hung the usual portraits of the leaders. In The North. V. O. painted them in the basement Studio my friend, a good man Zhenya Sudakov, a very capable artist, it's a pity that he died so early — in 44 years. He lived a difficult but wonderful life. In 1955, after serving in the army, Zhenya got a job for a meager salary as an artist-designer in the house of officers, where I met him.
Without special education, Eugene reached all on your own. Day at work, and every night until four in the morning, work on his paintings. There was often a shortage of funds for materials, but Eugene is not stopped. I was struck by his dedication — you will come to him in the Studio, and he is not distracted from the case. You sit next to him on the bus or at the Komsomolsk meeting, and he paints everything in his notebook. Jack loved poet Matsuo Basho, created illustrations to his works. Is it not because of some landscapes and still lifes of the artist inherent elements of sophistication classical painting of Ancient China or Japan. The way to art Evgeniya Sudakova was thorny, he created his own style of drawing, wrote in favor of the government in the spirit of socialist realism, so the official critics and cultural leaders did not really complain, and the road to the Union of artists was he closed, and, accordingly, workshop and other benefits.
Each spring Zhenya went with a rubber boat to the river Shuya, to the forest lakes to the places of appearance of the first flowers to feel the birth of nature. The creative heritage of Yevgeny Sudakov has more than a thousand works, the artist is original and does not look like anyone else. His paintings still touch the soul, are restrained, permeated with peace and quiet. For the lines, shape, color spots, composition, felt depth and integrity along with the pathos, and even tenderness towards the world. Flowers, birds, sky, trees — favorite motifs in the artist's work are covered with subtle poetic lyricism and touching sadness, and at the same time they are full of psychology and philosophical meaning, helping the viewer to see the world in an unusual perspective, gain strength in the beauty of the surrounding reality. And he was criticized for the fact that in his works allegedly there is no culture, knowledge of perspective, drawing... the Artist said: "you Can not leave without working for people..." Everything remains for people – both bad and good, and this is our oblivion and our immortality.
Eugene worked on the limit and ... slipped on the takeoff, tragically, as a woodcock to his picture. In this painting he had my eyes opened of their own destiny. The artist had the strength for a spiritual take-off, which would have continued much longer if the indifference and envy is not interrupted creative work of this unique artist and unique individual.
... Portraits wore to the demonstration. All members of the Politburo and the Government was something similar to each other. We did not perceive them then as living people. They were somewhere far away, as would in another dimension. Their surnames on radio were listed in a strict order, as poem. They were men without flaws, without features, without. were Not allocated to this series, and Lavrenty Beria. And although already went to the people poem:
Who's knocking on my house?
I ask doors.
Babe! daddy call.
We from uncle Beria!
our neighbors Wavelink prudently hung in the red corner, a portrait of Lavrenty Pavlovich instead of the icon.
1 May and 7 November to the podium in the square of Kirov were raised members of the regional Committee, city Committee and of the government of Karelia, military leaders, distinguished people of the city. There someone all the time, shouted loudly "Glory" — comrades Lenin, Stalin, party, work, work of Onigawara, mica factories, railroad workers, motorists... Demonstrators with flags, portraits of leaders, with paper flowers and balloons at the podium loudly shouted "Hurrah!"in response to appeals. Brass bands played on the outdoor stage, people were dancing in parks and squares. The mood was festive at home waiting for tables (and during the procession the men have time to "make responsive on the chest").
There was a sea of enthusiasm, feasts and demonstrations give people a sense of unity of the nation, they were proud of being part of a great country (almost 70 years Victory day is the only reasonable reason to be proud of their own history, but the veterans as they lived, and live no more than beggars, rejoicing in the moment. Sadly it all — but the leaders we choose for ourselves shouting "no!»)
Very few then thought of as Bertolt Brecht:
They move sheep in a row,
Under the drums,
Skin for drums
They're taking the sheep off.
And who spoke about it received 10 years under article 58 of the RSFSR criminal code, as my uncle Koshev Konstantin Yakovlevich.
























I remember the days of the elections. They usually chose from one or two candidates. From the people only needed to come and "vote". A week before the election, agitators went home. They are told where and when to come to vote, I left the tickets. In order to interest voters, at the polling stations was music Amateur groups showed everything they can. But the main thing — at six o'clock in the morning when polling stations (as a rule, in schools and clubs) opened, there brought various scarce products: sausages, sweets, good pastries. Everyone knew it and was in a hurry to take their turn. And the atmosphere in the elections was festive. Voters brought their children, and wanting to please them, right in the auditorium were fed something tasty.
Singers sang songs about the wise Stalin and the Soviet government. Our neighbor Yuri Trifoev constantly "encore" performed songs of war "With his gun are inseparable" and "Oh, the track of the front". Cheerful entertainer amused undemanding audience. There were dance and acrobatic performances, but free movies enjoyed a special success.
In a big shop in the square antikaynena under glass showcase-counter inclined were white enameled oval trays. They were filled to the brim with fillets, salmon and a beautiful amber eggs — all the eggs clean, translucent, and so wanted to try it! Pounds this calf cost seems to be 57! But the workers and employees were obliged to sign up for a Bottomless State Loan, often for the entire salary, so that no one had free money. And people thought, let's wait a little longer, there'll be money, and we can afford a little bit of that caviar. And when people finally came for the caviar, we were surprised to see empty trays.
On weekends people would go to the market on the banks of the Lososinka (now in the place of paid Parking at the monument Meretskov). On the bridge sat the poor and the disabled among them in tankistam helmet legless stump of a human Vitek Chrukin with a normal right hand (left hand was without a finger) — in the morning he was brought to the trolley the rope's sister, and in the evening took them home to "Golikovka". Then he disappeared somewhere, as did other disabled people. Many later said that he saw him in Nadvoitsy in the area of p\I 220\1. And when it came time to escape, the prisoners hid him under a pile of jackets. Guards Stolbun and Uchaikin Vic found and taken to Valaam, where he once again came to the area. It has now become his home: the rope will take the wretched into the dining room and the bath, where will naparivayu broom, Terry rolled a cigarette and put it in your mouth, cifico will give to drink and in the evening in the dryer, under chifirok or under "something else", he nails the prisoners some personal experiences "on wheels" or in the tank at Prokhorovka. Sometimes, a full "driftwood" stuffed people to listen to the hero of the last war.
Since 1944, Soviet cities have been flooded with people who received the most severe injuries in the great Patriotic war. Young guys without future, without hands, without legs, burnt, terrible, on crutches and prostheses, on gurney — homemade carts on bearings, on which sat legless people, starting from the ground "Ironing". Disabled people were shouting and irritable, not always cleanly dressed, many orders and medals on jackets and tunics.
They survived, cleaning up the streets and markets, cinemas and train stations, singing and asking for alms on the cars, on the porch of the Neglinskaya and Zaretskaya churches, often were not sober. Understandable, after all life something for them, normal human life, ended. Many did not want to return to their families, not to become a burden for loved ones, and preferred to remain missing, stealing the miserable existence of street beggars.
In General, not painted, they are neither the city nor the concern of the party and government on disability is not demonstrated. And most importantly – they had nothing and was not afraid. And suddenly they disappeared.
In 1947, when erased the memory of the war, and the country carried out a monetary reform and began to cancel the various benefits of war veterans and "may 9 at the request of workers" again became a working day in many cities of Russia were raided. At night, secretly, to avoid noise, the NKVD caught in the yards, on street corners, train stations blind, legless, armless disabled, loaded them into "funnels" and taken to the island of Valaam, in the monastic buildings of which, by decree of the Supreme Soviet of the Lithuanian SSR, was formed the House of invalids of war and labor — the boarding school closed with a special regime administered by the NKVD.
It was a terrible injustice — instead of deserved awards, care and honor — persecution, arrests, expulsion. Even fascists didn't think up to take out the disabled of war to camps and there to destroy them. Even in the terrible Kolyma camp people always had hope to find freedom. With Balaam, too, the outcome was not — only to the grave. They died here from tuberculosis or a cold, mostly from wounds. Someone has drowned in lake Ladoga, was missing, and someone convicted. What was happening in the hearts of ex-soldiers, have not regretted any of them I died in battle? Have not experienced the anguish from the fact that the homeland, for the freedom which they sacrificed their health, send them to this cool island?
... After 6 years of training in the string orchestra pulled me into the sport. Valera an Tolmachev we came to the sports club of the army on Polenezkoy the street. Classes in Greco-Roman wrestling led by the master of sports Ivan Baranov. And the people on the carpet – not crowded, heat duhotischa, not much I liked it after expanses of forest. And I went skiing, but he stayed and later became a renowned coach in freestyle wrestling at the "Dynamo", after graduating from the Institute. Lesgafta.
With classmate Vladimir Efremov in society "Burevestnik" in the ski section at trainer Peter Geroyev we began to train together with the valley Vassilev, Vladimir Kiryanov, Yuri Kanaev, Tolia Frolov, Vladimir Arbuzov, and others. Winter came, and Vladimir Kiryanov ski was not given – it seemed he coach unpromising, and Vladimir began skiing at Aino's Franzini, Valamaa (champion of the USSR in cross-country skiing 1945) at the Palace of pioneers. When the society "Petrel" became a student, and the ski coaches Nicholas and Nina Sytniki, Vova went to them and these coaches brought him to the national team of the Soviet Union, where he helped in all our famous countryman Olympic champion Fyodor Terentyev, a native of the Karelian village of Padana. And the championship of Karelia cross-country skiing Vladimir Kiryanov have won multiple times!
I learned then (5th-8th grade) at 9 school street is Mountainous. In the liberated from Finns Petrozavodsk in 1944-1945 there was a military hospital. After the war, maybe so, and maybe because until 1954 it was studying all boys, 9 school is almost officially called the male guards the school. And maybe because in 1938 9, the school graduated the legendary subsequently, the sniper hero of the Soviet Union Vladimir Pchelintsev.
Volodya from an early age was fond of shooting sports. As a boy in 1935 passed the normal on the icon "Voroshilov sharpshooter". And in 1937 he headed the school team at the Karelian Republican shooting competitions and took the 1st place. Then he was handed the prize – a small-caliber rifle TOZ-9. Vladimir was fond not only of shooting — he loved tennis, ran in the winter on skis, and in the summer was engaged in athletics. Another student of the Leningrad mining Institute, he graduated from the school of snipers, he became an instructor and master of sports of the USSR. And what persistence, courage and military skill on that bloody war Vladimir Pchelintsev's duels with enemy snipers demanded. After them, the enemy was on 14 snipers less, and generally during the war, Vladimir destroyed the 456 officers and soldiers of the enemy!!!
... Opposite the House of PE Onego was the boathouse and the sailing section of the marine club DOSAAF, Vitka Serebryakova there on the pier stood the boat — "kizhanka", Oh, and we buried it on the surface of Onego. And where are the boat stations and festivals on the water now, where are the parades of athletes? Where the hockey rink in the courts and a volleyball court?
In 1955, after 8 classes, Anatoly Danshin and Khalaf Shimanov persuaded to go to study in group No. 6 on the Green, and family, so I could help, since 2 years at a vocational school was in full gosobespechenii. Having been in this school a good profession electrician mobile stations, ran I did a lot of skiing, exercising in the OF (sports school of youth) coaches Ivanov Pavel Dmitrievich and Masurenko Vladimir Pavlovich — he was the Director OF Yes, and we lived in the same house on Gogolya 41. He was a good coach and man Vladimir Pavlovich and my friends are skiers still gratefully remember him.
Vladimir Pavlovich and the championship of the USSR on youth cross-country skiing in Kirovsk in 1957 I went. A couple of times participated in the championship of the CA Labor reserves, even in athletics in Riga, where participants of the event welcomed famous Soviet writer Vilis Lacis.
Free time we spent on the Riga coast — how lovely these former German resorts Majori, Bulduri, Dzintari, wooden architecture of pedestrian street-Jomas promenade with restaurants, cafes and shops, a shady forest. You can admire the Baltic sea, beaches with white quartz sand and centuries-old pines forever.
Old Riga-once was a "German island" in the sea of the Latvian population. The medieval houses are brick and stone with Bay Windows, turrets and sculptures, with green copper spires, towering over the red tile roofs and reflected in the waters of the Daugava. The dome Cathedral with its famous organ, the powder tower, the Riga castle, the Swedish gate, the Troksnu street, where once lived the Riga executioner. The center of the old town – town hall square, where the meetings of the residents of the city, tournaments, processions, celebrations and executions. Here and the town Hall, a tall building with a clock and a pointer of the wind, and opposite the house of the blackheads.
Next powerful stands the German Lutheran Church of St. Peter, crowned with a Golden Cockerel-one of the symbols of Riga and Latvia. In the narrow streets of Riga today and heard the footsteps echoing centuries. Not once I visited with my family this German fairy tale.
After graduating from College I had to work as an electrician at the bakery (that's where ate their fill of bread), then a technician – electrician at the headquarters of the North. Oh, not far from my house. Then finished the evening SHRM No. 1. TVs have not yet been, and people actively attended sporting events-and ski Lososinka, and stadiums, And the house of physical education, and gyms, especially willingly gymnastics, Boxing and wrestling.
Soon I became involved in the House of physical culture in Greco-Roman wrestling Sergey Petushkov — he was a good man, he had no sound to let me go on Sambo coach in eagles sports club of the army. Master of sports in Sambo elders Orlov served as a meteorologist at the airport in Besovets and, unfortunately, constantly could not go to training, then for some time Sasha Vinogradov, a soldier from Leningrad, was engaged with us. And to me this Sambo liked more than any other. Along the way I met a lot of Karelian fighters: Alex Zhuravlev (that's really lomovik was), Valery Novikov, Kudryashov Kolya, Kolya Carpini, Misha Popov, Edward Drobot, Yura by Teterevleva, Sergei Simonov, and many others.
Now I understand that it is the sport that saved us from a lot of trouble in life. Neighborhood friends of those years who were unable to escape from polulate street atmosphere, gone or in jail, or just drunk. I looked at the guys dropping tears in beer, whose careers are rapidly faded because of this "addiction", and how many have already buried.
I remember the Olympics of the USSR, the competition of teenagers "Leather ball"and" Golden puck". For many years we have been a leading power in sport and art. And scientific and technological progress in our country was developing quite quickly, because science and education received much more attention then in the United States of America, due to the concentration of resources, of course, so we were the first to launch both satellites and humans into space.
Remember April 12, 1961 year classes in LSGMI was cancelled and the entire group of 12 we went on the 14 tram on Nevsky Prospekt and Palace square.
How people rejoiced then and were proud of our achievements! Everyone experienced this success as their own, not because the Soviet leadership announced that Yuri Gagarin's successful flight was proof of the superiority of socialism over capitalism. The people who raised the country from post-war devastation, has received visible proof that his efforts and the associated hardships were not in vain. People thought: if you can fly into space-then you can build a just and prosperous society. Then it was called communism, but by that word every normal person meant just a happy life. Gagarin was our last hero. And space was our last great idea. And last, who do the entire soul wanted to become the boys were astronauts — because this is our country launched into space the first man. Did not come up with all this propagandists of the CPSU and the KGB
US President Kennedy in 1961 said that America lost the Soviet Union space at a school Desk, but over the last 20 years the level of education in Russia has been steadily falling, and the school of Russian cosmonautics destroyed. Today 12 of April is not a holiday, but just a date, and it is sad to realize that we have entered into the history not heroic page, and that the country lost not only a sport, but also entire branches of industry, science and education, and that the Empire of bill gates was created by the graduates of the best educational institutions of our country, which in Russia are "not useful", and shining Gagarin's smile gave way to a rotten grin Abramovich.
A military doctor E. V. Healthy
Even while skiing, in 1955 I met Yevgeny Vasilievich Healthy, who had just returned from the camps for rehabilitation, doctor of medical and sports clinic, former master of sports and champion of the USSR Armed forces in speed skating.
Having two higher education (sports and health), Evgeny Vasilievich served in the Petrozavodsk military hospital, and in 1950 sentenced by a Military Tribunal Belomorsky military district according to article 58-10 Part 1 of the criminal code of the RSFSR, was sentenced to 10 years.
He told me a lot about camps, prisons and transports, about the bitch war and the camp uprisings of the 53rd year, when the snitches were drowned in toilets, that he survived only because he worked in the areas of a doctor. It as the doctor was thrown into special camps, where the inmates on his back, chest and right thigh were sewn numbers, and Kundalini camp – kandleri where prisoners worked in chains, every day packs dying from hard labor.
Yevgeny Vasilyevich said: "In the bath on people was afraid to look at some skeletons. During the shooting, I sat on the watch on the stool and touched everyone passing by me Zek under the ass. If there was still some meat in there, go work. If some bones were in the hospital, but very few." Constant companions of Stalin's camps: starvation, scurrying, pellagra, not to mention dysentery, pneumonia and other "accidental" diseases.
In winter, the corpses of convicts were folded at a specially designated barracks, then adjusted the tractor and took them to the pits, where they were filled up with a bulldozer.
Most of all I was struck by his story about the camps "501 construction" — the railway from Ob to the Yenisei, which was built on the personal instructions of Stalin. 80 percent of prisoners here were "enemies of the people", planted" for spikelets"," for beets"," for 15 minutes late for work " and the military, who passed Nazi concentration camps. Swamps, impassable roads, bitter cold — frosts under 50, summer mosquitoes, from which people went crazy.
Yevgeny Vasilyevich helped in camp on early famous athletes-football players do brothers Starostiny, which he well knew in Moscow, playing summer still and in football. If the camp commander was required to work, though he spared, but not destroyed unnecessarily the prisoners, the escort was on all to spit, among them there are just sadists, and the most ferocious was "Vologda convoy".
In 1949, prisoners disarmed and beat the guards at Obyaz station and headed towards Vorkuta. They were about 80 kilometers from the fighting, freeing up camp for the camp. They were joined by more and more forces from the liberated camps, and in the end, the number of rebels reached more than 70 thousand. In their progress they destroyed local people — Evenks, Yakuts Zyrians because they were given to the authorities of runaway prisoners for good monetary reward, and often for vodka. In the direction of the path of the prisoners of the NKVD tightened mortars, artillery, and began the extermination of people with air and earth. Two weeks has been going-fighting, until all fugitive not destroyed.
Better Lazarus Veniaminovich Shereshevsky, who was arrested on being denounced and convicted under article 58-10 after the conclusion of the "Construction site No. 501" I will not say:
Us as would there is no,
— and yet we are everywhere:
And in the mounds, and in the rails, and in the bridges.
Construction miracle rises
On the bones absorbed by the tundra.
We died in the rain and in the cold
Over The Ob, Kolyma, Indigirka,
And on the graves of our — not a star,
A number of aspen plywood tag.
LSGMI
Under the influence of Dr. E. V. Healthy in 1960, I enrolled at the Leningrad Sanitary-Hygienic medical Institute (LSGMI). There were excellent opportunities for sports, even the sports camp at the Institute was on the Karelian isthmus. With classmates Volodya by Shebanova, Ivan Bogdan, Jura by Zenovin and master of sports Tolia Mysam we were engaged in a classic struggle in the gym, LSGMI of Sergei Mikhailovich Ivanov, the former head coach of the Karelian fighters before the I sports of the USSR in 1956. With pleasure he remembered his disciples: Eugene Loskutov, Fyodor Dekleva, brothers Markelovich and Chaninah, nick Verigin, Tolia Fomin, Adik of Karklina, Kohl Chaduneli, Vladimir Nesterov, Robert Skvortsov, Victor Andronov, Glory Katerina, Victor Serov and many others, with whom I had to work out on a wrestling carpet of Petrozavodsk.
Before everyone without any money to enter any University, but now without a tidy sum in there and meddle nothing. Getting even an increased scholarship, I sometimes had to earn money at Piskaryov warehouses. At night there were students of many higher education institutions, University, in smoke breaks communicated. The most profitable work is unloading the car with barrels. Of course, we needed skill and skill, the work was fun and fast. Unloaded boxes of wine, juice, vegetables and fruits, especially grapes I liked. You can "accidentally" drop the box — shrinkage and outage was legalized, but we had a good meal. This was not pursued, as sharing of production with a gang of other institutions. Worked a fun and fast car 60 tons were emptied in a few hours.
Scholarship was small, and with a mediocre assessment on the exam, and could deprive her, but my studies are easy to be given, the memory was normal, and it was interesting in LSGMI, and had time to fight and even in the string orchestra to go and go with him to concerts, for example in the Palace of culture. Kirov and " behalf of the first five-year plan."
LSGMI is an excellent Institute, the founder of which was academician V. M. Bekhterev (then it was called, St. Petersburg psychoneurological Institute and had faculties of medical, legal and pedagogical), and Honorary members of the Institute were the writer Ln. Tolstoy and outstanding scientist I. I. Mechnikov. Within its walls were such world famous scientists, founders of scientific schools like P. F. Lesgaft, P. P. Harmful, N.E. Vvedensky, S. I. Zlatogorov, A. A. Ukhtomsky, V. A. Oppel, F. Y. Chistovich, G. F. Lang, D. A. Zhdanov, P. N. Napalkov, A. V. Smirnov, A. A. Kidron, S. M. Ryss, as well as distinguished academicians of medical Sciences of the USSR: a pathologist N. N. Anichkov and pharmacologist S. V. Anichkov, neurosurgeon and orthopedic surgeon A. L. Polenov, hygienist Z. G Frankel, who wrote the siege of Leningrad a unique scientific work "Lengthening of life and active ageing".
I well remember the Director of LSGMI Ivanov A. Ya., Gramenitskii E. M., Christmas, E. J., M. F. Stoma, Felix Pak, humorous Professor A. P. Brestkin, Machover M. V., senior lecturer of the Department of foreign languages, beautiful soul of a man C. L. Epstein, helped me a lot in reading difficult German texts and difficult life moments.
In Leningrad remained higher intellectual level of inhabitants and mass building by masterpieces of architecture, living traditions of musical culture — the spiritual values which are saved up for three centuries by elite of the country.
Walks on Nevsky prospect and from it, to the Arts square-Russian Museum, Mikhailovsky Palace, Philharmonic Hall, Drama theatre. V. Komissarzhevskaya, Drama theatre. A. S. Pushkin, Bolshoi drama theatre. Arrow Vasilievsky island, Rostral columns, the building of customs (Pushkin house), Menshikov Palace and the building of the Academy of arts on the University embankment, Mining Institute, mysterious sphinxes. Palace square and arch of the General staff. The winter Palace, it is in Atlanta, Jordan staircase state rooms, St. Isaac's Cathedral with its mosaics on biblical themes, the domed building of 102 meters tall. Theatre square with the Yusupov house, the state Conservatory, the Opera and ballet theatre. The English Embankment, where once lived my distant relatives Lindesy and Pilecka, the Palace embankment and the entrance to the Summer garden, black and gold lattice fence, its sculpture and high spirit, forbidden walks in the garden in a White night, then Sadovaya street to the Engineering castle with its different facades. Along the Griboyedov canal, Kazan Cathedral, " Savior on blood."
In the Alexander Nevsky Lavra chorale of singers sounded at the funeral, I was struck by a huge monument with the inscription "Queen of my fairy tale." Novodevichy cemetery on Moskovsky prospect was one of the most privileged and expensive in St. Petersburg in the 19th-early 20th centuries. Here only people of the highest classes — Ministers, military leaders, writers, poets, scientists, artists and actors-were buried. The right of the entrance buried Russian poet and writer Nikolay Nekrasov, a monument which embellished his call to "Sow reasonable, good, eternal...".
Commander of the Baltic fleet Admiral N. Oh. von Essen takes a sample of food on military transport "Argun".
And next to him-the grave of our distant relative of Admiral Nicholas Ottovich von Essen (1860-1915), the hero of Port Arthur and the Russian-Japanese war, from 1911 to 1915 headed the Baltic fleet. Just South of the monument is a remarkable Clinician, S. P. Botkin, whose son Yevgeny Sergeevich Botkin, the court physician of Emperor Nicholas II, was executed by the Bolsheviks along with the entire Imperial family at Yekaterinburg in 1918.
In the post-revolutionary years, the graves of many prominent state and public figures were scolded and destroyed here. The facts of plunder of monuments, vandalism and desecration of graves at Novodevichy cemetery continue until the last time…
... Then lifted the "iron" curtain, screens out foreign films, played jazz, and we loved Boogie woogie, and then a cheerful rock-n-roll and twist, which danced in the hall-the rotunda of our Dorm on the Stone island, where, according to legend, when the waltz and Alexander Pushkin.
Events of those years are far, but I remember them perfectly, especially, walks with the classmate Zhenya Besedina on picturesque Kirov Islands. Krestovsky, Elagin and Stone — very special world inside of Leningrad, which attracted several generations of architects and painters, writers and poets. A large number of works Of S. Galaktionov, A. Bryullov, K. Beggrov devoted to Islands remained.
Here it was crowded even in the afternoon, and in the evening here came the townspeople to watch the magnificent sunset, when it turned into a dark red ball, as if immersed deep into the Bay, throwing the audience farewell rays of purple. Slowly strolling along the paths of the audience. Sitting at the easel artists.
These festivities on the "arrow" of Krestovsky island include the words of the poet Igor Severyanin:
I won't come today; I don't know when.
I rejoice in the spring, lilacs, sun, may!
I rejoice in the fact that the newly growing grass!
"Feed my engine.The driver on the island!»
The front facade of the Yelagin Palace of Empress Maria Fedorovna decorated with cast-iron sentry lions. Huge villas-mansions of St. Petersburg nobility on the Stone island. The residence of the party elite, to which the monuments of Russian architecture was fenced with high fences and they were not available for review. Of the alley, turned into the corridors of the highways government transport. Former chief in Russia of the Imperial river yacht club. Lilac bushes, Jasmine, acacia, hawthorn, cafes, tennis courts, boat stations, volleyball courts. Central Park of culture and leisure and the stadium named after Kirov. In Soviet times, tens of thousands of citizens were engaged in sports here.
Today, an attempt is being made to build up the Islands with elite residential, hotel and shopping and entertainment complexes to the detriment of public sports clubs. Probably soon the Islands will be more and more withdrawn from the system of recreation and sports and become zones of elite residence and pastime.
... We read a lot then: Hemingway, Remarque, R. Rolland, lion Feuchtwanger, a wonderful "experience" Michel de Montaigne, written simply and wisely about what life is subordinated to sobriety, a better life, allowing excesses and extremes, and that self-knowledge is the Prime duty and responsibility of man, and that every person has the right to doubt.
A lot of guys from our course, after the Institute became great spices medicine: cvetna Asya Stepanovna — doctor of medical Sciences, Professor, head of Department of human microecology FGU scientific research Institute of children's infections of Roszdrav, Brant Lev Yudovich – the head physician of City hospital No. 33, Blustein Yuri Lazarevich, the chief physician of hospital No. 5, the chief physician of S. — St. Petersburg metro Vladimir V. Smolski, from our 12 group Vladimir Shibanov — the head physician of hospital №15 and Dotsenko Vladimir Antonovich , honored scientist of Russia, academician of RANS, Professor, chief nutritionist for the healthcare Committee of St. Petersburg administration, head. chair of food hygiene and dietetics with a course of hygiene of children and teenagers and with clinic of medical food of Spbgma of them. I. I. Mechnikov.
Chief physician to order
In our 12 group studied and Vladimir M. Nightjar. In 1966, he successfully graduated from the SSMI, and in 1969 and the residency at the Department of social hygiene and health care. Until 1974 he worked in various senior positions in North Western Pozdravitel. Since July 1974 he led the implementation guide of state for transport, initially in the Baltic basin on water transport, which was later reorganized into the Center of sanitary inspection, water and air transport in the whole North-West region. Vladimir M. in 1999, he brilliantly defended his thesis for the degree of candidate of medical Sciences, becoming more and associate Professor at Medical Academy. Mechnikova, being the author of more than 50 scientific and practical works on problems of hygiene of transport. In the same year, he was elected Vice President of the Northwest health Association. For the outstanding activity of the organizer of health care on transport Vladimir received the honorary title “the Honored doctor of the Russian Federation”, was awarded the sign “the excellent student of health care”, repeatedly was encouraged by Ministry of health of the Russian Federation, received the highest qualification category.
Vladimir Matveevich had a lovely family: his wife, Nina Kudriavtseva was in our year 12 group, the son of Andrew at the airport Pulkovo-2 city of St. Petersburg is working to ensure the safety of passengers on international lines, and the daughter of Irina Vladimirovna, who followed in the footsteps of their parents, graduating, as they LSGMI, works in one of scientifically-research institutes of St. Petersburg.
A distinctive feature of Vladimir Matveevich was a timely strategic decision making for long-term development to provide the complex of sanitary-hygienic and anti-epidemic activities in the region. At the same time, he took an active part and directed the work of his colleagues in the development of modern sanitary and legislative documents, as well as actively contributed to their implementation in practice.
Vladimir was a conflict — free man, but his service was entrusted with a specific task-to prevent the North-West of poor quality products. It is clear that conflict situations inevitably arose on this basis. The lion's share of goods which quality should be controlled by service of Vladimir Kozodoy comes to port. For example, several ships with meat on the debt service the state can't miss. And every day downtime is a lot of money. It is clear that the sanitary doctor, if desired, can "slow down" any product, and can "close his eyes" on the non-compliance of products to quality standards. Isn't this the reason for the death of Vladimir Matveevich? He liked touring on a jeep, and in the fateful evening went on it home. The nature of injuries Vladimir says that the killer was in the car. Who became the companion of the chief physician on October 21, 2000 and his murderer, still it isn't known?
We had the ' 60s.
We are the children of the twentieth century and remember it differently. Anything was. But remained a bright memory of childhood, adolescence and youth. And the most expensive and warm – a memory of the sixties, which today excite. This time will always be heard in our memory by live human voices.
The 1960s the years of our generation are strongly associated with the beginnings with spring — youth of the year, with a fresh wind, open Windows and a lightness of being.
The 60s is the time of the movies Gaidai, Hitchcock and Fellini, Godard, Antonioni and Kubrick, books W-P Sartre and Solzhenitsyn, Kurt Vonnegut and Carlos Castaneda, the songs of Vladimir Vysotsky, Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, original music and lyrics of the Beatles, Bob Dylan and the rolling stones.
60 is the time of the cold war and corn, the flight of Gagarin and his famous charming smile, the man on the moon, Twiggy, Jacqueline Kennedy, hipsters, bikinis, hippies and the active use of LSD and other psychedelic drugs. It's Cybernetics and genetics, avant-garde and skits, travel together for the city, lectures and seminars, teachers, hostel and potatoes, the construction crew and demonstrations, Newspapers, holidays and vacations, canteens, pyshechnaya, taste and favorite cafe "gourmand" of the fifth-year student in Pigoreau on the Garden. This is a feeling of happiness that you feel after visiting Leningrad theaters and museums. The Impressionists van Gogh, Degas, Matisse, Delacroix and his proud "Moroccan»…
60 years is the cult of science, it is the designers and creators of space ships are physicists who have contributed to our world of science — Ginzburg, Landau, Abrikosov, Gorkov, Alferov, Basov, Prokhorov, that the geologists who discovered diamonds, this outstanding engineers and scientists — makers of nuclear submarines, it's a lot of other talented, selfless and honest people.
We were different, but fun, and the life we were shivering shoulders. Even a small salary, but was bread for 13 potatoes 10 cents, free housing, free education, free medical care and unique national economic complex, operating on the principle of a single factory. For our being — this is the only acceptable option for the development of the country: specialization, cooperation, unified plan, unified management.
The capitalism of the Jurassic period with animal murla for Russia in its geographical, climatic and geopolitical conditions of death is similar to what we see today — forests are burning, factories are standing, fields are overgrown. Are increasingly falling aircraft, need not reach the orbit of rockets and satellites, bubbling sewage, crumbling dams and bridges. In a state of disrepair come not only Stalin's barracks, but Khrushchev's five-story building. The infrastructure collapse, which we observed on the example of heating networks in St. Petersburg, is no longer a legacy of the Soviet past.
These are symptoms of power's disease of the present. This is not even a political, but a moral ugliness of people who accidentally broke through to the levers of control and disfigured by uncontrolled power. It's a temporary illness. Blinded by their impunity and protected by justice-controlled practices, they (as demonstrated by the extent of theft within the Ministry of defence) lose conscience and sense of moderation. It is not enough for them to steal millions — it is necessary to steal hundreds of millions, billions. To steal blatantly, openly and as quickly as possible. Otherwise, other timers will come... and the fact that everything around them will crumble, leak, become useless, they do not care much. Will run out of their time, and the stolen will remain. And this is to the stolen remains — today is a special subject of their worries. Including legislation.
... In our years, people were kinder to each other, more open, friendly and emotional, there was no today's isolation in them. All felt really one people, one family, all were equal. The negative aspects of life not only outraged us, but also made us laugh. Although there was freedom of speech, we in the company said anything. The anecdotes flowed, for example: "In contrast to what Lenin Saturday from Saturday these days? — The log is the same, and Lenin the other".
It was a bright and carefree life. Neither you unemployment and poverty, nor oligarchs and killers, nor MMMS and organized crime groups, nor racketeers and raiders, nor corruption and lobbying, nor prostitution and pornography, including child, nor homeless and street children, nor the disappearance of people and their sale abroad, including children, nor the spiritual and moral degradation of the people and its extinction. Something to hide, it has happened a murder, but then it was impossible to imagine that the grandson killed his grandmother because of the pension, and the mother threw in the winter in the window sucking child.
Was in the Soviet Union robbers and thieves, but their prey does not become whole plants and the industries considered folk, farms, and when stealing a high official, the people said, "what he lacked?"Now they say,' when will the rest be planted??"Deception and fraud also took place, but people were arranged to work, knowing that the salary will be paid necessarily, the apartments received or bought without the risk of entering them, the money was made to the Bank, without fear of losing them, bought food, without fear of poisoning, drugs drank with confidence that they will be cured, and not die, went to the resort, knowing they're waiting for you there. There were no concepts of false passports, diplomas, government awards, and counterfeit money, too. And most importantly, no one had fear for their lives and the lives of children. Young people were sure that after school, if desired, it can enter for free in a free Institute, and will be able to study for free and still receive a scholarship, which can be poorly lived, and will not do, so still without a job for nothing will remain. Even orphans planned the future, knowing that the state will take care of them further and will bring to people.
Now the company affected a total distrust each other, but in those years flourished whistleblowing, hypocrisy and deception, but if you've been afraid to call myself a thief, now a cheat "sucker", to rollback, simply to steal at a premium. And pouring mud life back then and trampling the last twenty years of Soviet history — is a mockery of the memory of the people, who are trying to take away the past, to deny its future.
Everything was GULAG and forced collectivization, penal battalions and night arrests, KGB and executions, was 1937 and the "doctors ' case", women in hard work and street children, queues and coupons for flour and calico, family cowards to the knees and a newspaper instead of toilet paper, communal and barracks for builders of communism. Yes, Genesis our was then modest, but a worthy. On present concepts we were poor, but not poor! And this was then not the main!! And this is not confined to the past life, and with all the insanity of socialism in it something very right. There was a victory in the bloodiest world war the world has ever experienced, and this war was won by the Soviet people. There were industrialization of the country and Dneproges, shock construction and space flight, outstanding achievements of science and the greatest discoveries of scientists, great art and the highest level of education and culture. And it was recognized by the whole world. Today, the situation is comparable with the military: a quarter of the territory lost, industry — in ruins, the population is reduced by one million annually. There are no bombings, but the landscape in many places is like after the bombing. Three and a half years the Nazis were ravaging our land, destroying millions of civilians, destroyed during the retreat of thousands of factories, homes, hospitals, schools, museums...Alexei Pushkov, the Professor,is certain: "...We must understand how deeply we have fallen and what a great price we paid for these so-called market reforms It was from an economic point of view in 2 times worse than Hitler's invasion."
... When Stalin died, many thought that life was over — so were all fooled, remember, as in the 9 school on the morning line the teachers were crying, except "the Germans" Elsa Karlovna, and "istorichka" Seraphim she even fainted.
And then everything changed. Appeared samizdat literature, "One day of Ivan Denisovich" in the "New world", and it turned out that the ideas of socialism are not implemented as we were told, much in the activities of the leader was a criminal. For that have suffered in prisons and camps my grandfather "English spy" and as during – "enemy people" and many innocent people??
20 Congress, the exposure of the cult of personality, uncertainty and watchful waiting what happens next with this "jerk" Nikita, as it was called Stalin. Khrushchev, bringing out of control of senior officials, eventually launched the collapse of the USSR, transferred the Crimean region of the RSFSR in the USSR, destroyed the cooperative movement, although, as you know, during the war, the artels even produced weapons for the front, and in peacetime necessary things (utensils, shoes, furniture, etc.). Instead of co-operatives is easily controlled, productive, not speculative money-lending (like today) entrepreneurship appeared a monstrous evil – the underground plant. On Khrushchev's initiative, it was decided to stop payments on all issues of domestic loan bonds, which the authorities themselves had been forced to buy for decades. He shut and favorite people in the beer-of wood, and then came the all-Union movement "for three in the stopisyat" in the entrance. Khrushchev destroyed MTS, has introduced economic councils (then abolished them) , forbidden garden land, i.e. he was anti-Midas -- everything he touched turned into shit. And among other high companions the reputation of Khrushchev was not the most worthy. "Jester, fool, Neuch" - haughtily spoke about him the old Bolsheviks of the Stalin guard. Talking about yourself or in a secure, hermetic corridors of power. Intellectual, Nikita Sergeevich, of course, was not, but the imbecile is not one of them. "Monkey with a grenade — - this is the most accurate description of the new first Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee. However, then this idiom nobody knew. Komunistov have had the sense to remove this idiot, but the traitor Gorbachev, the mind is not enough and here is the result — Russia has degenerated almost to serfdom.
In 18 years of rule, four times Hero of the Soviet Union Leonid Brezhnev laid the foundations of the country in which the law was changed concepts. These years were a destructive force for the country of undeveloped socialism. It was during these 18 years started what we Unscrew today, the criminalization of society, the bureaucratization of the party and Soviet leadership with criminal groups. Shadow profitable business, "black" lawyers, intermediaries, local authorities were closely tied. It was these people who shared millions of profits from illicit production. And kept them out of trouble the thieves, looking for regions. Around the ruling elite appeared a huge number of crooks and scammers of all stripes, fortune tellers and healers. The "Ocean" Tregubov, case Stavropol, Sochi, Tashkent... Corruption, like a cancer, had eaten the country. It was corruption that formed the basis of the Foundation of a new "democratic society" in which we "were lucky enough" to live today.
Long before us loomed our aging Kremlin gerontocracy. People of the older generation probably remember showing themselves on the podium Of the mausoleum of the leader. Harsh, impenetrable faces, avaricious gestures, faded eyes. The Politburo men were sitting to the end, not to some symbolic, no. All have seen that the man has one foot There, and anyway — he's a member of the Politburo, and supported him in all possible ways.
And we stayed true to myself and naively believed that at least 2000 will live under communism. The simple Russian people probably never lived well. But then, at least, were a man to consider himself.
Surprisingly beautiful was our youth! The main thing-we did not think about the money, because the basic necessary was cheap and affordable. Payment for housing-small; food, wine and cigarettes — cheap; cinema, theater, museums, pennies; anyone could buy a cheap ticket to the Baltic States, rent a room there and live quietly for a couple of rubles a day.
We, the northerners, loved the former Koenigsberg (Kaliningrad), Svetlogorsk, Zelenogradsk, Curonian spit, Klaipeda (the ancient German city of Memel founded by German crusaders in 1252). A cozy Riga and Tallinn cafes, Riga balm, Estonian liqueurs "kappi Kukk"("Rooster on the stump") and"Vana Tallinn"("Old Tallinn")!
And how well we were received in Ukraine, my native grandmother Olga Davydovna with father Feodor Kirillovich in Ivkivtsi that under the Pryluky, sister Olga Ovdienko with her husband, Paul Kuzmich with the Incense and her daughter Natasha with her husband Vasily, Prihnenko in Zhuravka.
Unique Ukrainian nature, air, filled with the smell of gardens and dried mint on the Maidan, steam water in the river Uday, mighty oak forests and endless fields. And people, and the Ukrainian songs (where there Italian).
The future seemed predictable, Hiking, parties, miniskirts, talk about Space and Cybernetics, old ham and Remark, friendship and debate, the magazine "America" (who knew then that his editor Harald G. Lindes-our distant relative). We joked a lot, meanness and cynicism were not quoted, it was a cheerful contempt for material values that was cultivated – all lived then on "copper money", as my grandmother Lidia PEC used to say. We easily got acquainted, there was no delamination in the community, and valued only personal qualities. Our girlfriends were enough just to walk the streets, watch movies, sit in some cafe.
In those days, the media praised "the triumphant March of socialism," branded "decadent West" and "corrupt agents of influence", sang the corn innovations "dear Nikita Sergeevich", the feats of the "dear Leonid Ilyich". Today, all the television channels daily talk about new increases in pensions, the growth of salaries and social benefits, the continued increase in income, the fact that there are more fresh fruits and vegetables in the food basket. No one says about the chronic poverty of the population, that the earnings of every third worker barely enough to make ends meet, as for the work of the people mostly pay "subsistence minimum".
Soviet TV crew sought to entertain, to educate people, now dealers on television and in publishing houses say:"We promote only what the market needs", suggesting to us that obscene books and TV shows about gangsters is the choice of today. And when it comes to reform TV to at least stop the child molestation, then we hear: "People are not yet ripe." And the reason is simple-money, money, money: "Monster oblo, mischievous, huge, stozevno and Laya!"Television has become a solid advertising, clowning, copying purchased in the West game programs.
All channels, except for a few programs and the channel "Culture", persistently strive to turn us into a herd of sheep ready to kiss the owner's ass for an extra hundred dollars a month, and the display of scenes of violence has become as common as the" pioneer dawn " under Soviet rule. Television has become a Handbook for the Commission of crimes. And most importantly, how to listen to and what are the terms of (conditional) provide for the millions (in dollars) the theft, so just envy you. This is not a trifle in his pockets to steal (kidding).
To people less thought about the problems organized by the government and did not riot, he was put on the Ostankino needle. But, according to The Bilderberg puppeteers, the people are still not brought to the desired condition of trained primates, although they silence and dutifully vote for their oppressors, and then in the kitchens looking for the guilty. Therefore, the main bet is made on the immature mind of young people.
Twenty-four hours a day TV and all sorts of yellow "voices" brainwash, convince us that neither morality nor morality there. What good, honesty, decency, compassion in this world is not the place. What is the purpose of life – the power of pleasure, and the only way to achieve this goal – money. Only they, many faces, look at us from the icons of those "gaping heights" (A. Zinoviev), which we erected ourselves. Just them.
... After the shooting of the White House in 1993, the gloomy river pomoev flowed through the media, blundering and blundering people, the TV became a purposeful conductor of fear, cynicism, anger and boundless greed, the impression that it was occupied by a team of mentally ill and perverts: it is necessary to be able to consistently and aggressively promote the worst human qualities in the style of the late Dr. Goebbels, who claimed: "Give me the media, and I from any people will make a herd of pigs."
Since then, as the Soviet Union collapsed, it took more than 20 years. Like weed, it has grown throughout the former Soviet Country liberal Russophobic ideology, terrorism, prostitution and drug addiction. Crime and the moral decay of society is a natural consequence of the liberalism introduced in our country.
We know that this is not a small part of the credit of London and Washington, but we forget about the "5 column" — those Jews who ate away the body of their own country from the inside. persistently, methodically, insidiously as wood beetles, which have long not seen in the logs, pretended to be "reliable and the support". The gentlemen of column 5 are so active that it seems that they are the patients of ward 6.They and today live among us, communicate with us and at the same time consider themselves penetrating public figures, and us the defective people, narrow-minded "scoops", "cattle" — (from the Polish-bydlo cattle; stupid common, spiritually undeveloped, obeying a foreign will and allows itself to be exploited). The worst enemy of our people, the fifth column, hates Russia, but the strongest anti — Russian team is the government, which destroys the remnants of Russia's industrial potential by its domestic policy, increasing the impoverishment of people and already barely making ends meet. Devastated cities, destroyed villages, optimized education and healthcare, and more on the list. As a worm, the fifth column has penetrated into the very heart of the state, it is full of brilliant political scientists, witty journalists, profound philosophers. This fifth column has television channels, paper and electronic Newspapers, websites and blogs, the most popular radio station in Russia. This fifth column is sponsored by the West, as stated by the state Department, allocating millions of dollars to support the Russian opposition. It is sponsored by oligarchs, for whom the Russian state – the last obstacle in their monstrous theft and taxing. It is sponsored by the state itself, keeping on its payroll the most prominent representatives of the liberal circles, spending money "Gazprom" on its feeding and nurturing. The contradictions of today's Russian society are unbearable for the state. One percent of Russian citizens own eighty percent of national property, how did it happen? Oligarchs, blind and insatiable as greedy boars, loosening their greedy snout Russian soil, eroding the very foundations of the existence of the Russian state. They forgot the fate of their precursors, which raised the forks and put to the wall.
To quote the composer Valery Gavrilin: "Liberalism is a deceitful, evasive and elusive. He confuses a clear attitude to things and knocks down the road... liberalism is the decency of the villains... who betrayed the USSR, with the same enthusiasm at the earliest opportunity will betray Russia." At its core, all liberals are pests and traitors to the interests of their own country. Just dissolve a few of them, to re-educate these, in essence Pro-Western lackeys, is hardly possible. The best disinfectant on them — to give in court the rights, freedoms and privileges, but duties and responsibilities, and many with confiscation of the stolen property. His desire for wealth, luxury, rejection of the common man who has no Bentley, the liberals closed down the Holy words. And freedom they need in order to freely steal, profit, and not bear any responsibility. For them the sun rises in the West, and they pray that the black sun gain, destroying it for the sake of their people. "We managed to get over the precipice," the liberals say, it could have been worse, and only thanks to them, the result was not so bad. This subtle thought is being instilled in society in order to whitewash itself, to evade political and criminal responsibility for the cursed 1990s, in order to come back to power and return the country to external governance. The liberals have done their job. They are privatized. They dug. They Packed their own pockets. After that, they are not interested in anything. They throw all the middle of the road, who had come ostensibly for "beautiful life." They do not care deeply about the ordinary performers of their program who followed them. The question confused and thrown to the crowds – "and with us now, what will happen?"- liberals give the answer, the most clearly and truthfully sounding from lips Chubais: "and me what deal, that now with you will." The classic situation of the deceivers and entangled them in the thicket of the wild forest, deceived followers who understand with horror that they fed someone else's dream. And that for them personally-nothing is saved and nothing is expected. That is radical: nothing! They are strangers, and superfluous at this "celebration of life" (or rather, the Orgy of theft and sell) — they are cynically used.
People, the collapse of a great country, to destroy its factories, to build a system cashing, offshore and withdrawal of money abroad, trample on culture, perverted history, slandering Russia, no one to hold accountable. Moreover, they put monuments, their names are streets and squares, and even libraries. In Yekaterinburg opened "Yeltsin centre" — the apotheosis of abuse over the entire history of Russia, the spittle of mockery in the heart of the people, which in 90-e years were thrown to survival, And although the purpose of the center is to rehabilitate in the minds of the Russian people 90 years and call them the great years of Russian history, but most Russians believe the figure of Yeltsin's Russian disaster and synonymous with evil (even the liberals, a few years later after the death of his patron, found "critical moments"). Film Director Nikita Mikhalkov has offered to recognize the crime policies of Mikhail Gorbachev and Boris Yeltsin. This should be done at the state level, said the film Director in an interview with "Interfax". He reiterated Vladimir Putin's 2005 thesis that the collapse of the USSR was the largest geopolitical catastrophe of the twentieth century. Responsibility for it is borne by the Soviet leader and the first President of the Russian Federation, said the filmmaker. "On the wave of liberal reforms, a class of Russian capitalists was created, which acted in the conditions of wild, anti-social capitalism.This was done deliberately, there was even a certain philosophy: it does not matter what will happen to the country, with the population, [let] 30 million will die out, nothing is the price for our entry into the market", - says Professor Alexei Pushkov MGIMO,
The result of Yeltsin's rule, Russia has lost a third of its territory, has lost a great army, which was able during the three days of East Germany to reach the Pyrenees, was destroyed factories, destroyed KB thousands of documents exported to the United States, killing a lot of cutting-edge proprietary technology. In Russia there was 7 million people who could not be born in a state of horror, anguish, hunger and depression, and our graveyards are full of victims of the warring Russian young people but at other times they can become astronauts and military leaders, scientists and artists. Famous American demographer Nicholas N. Eberstadt, who 35 years studying Russia, has recently published a study on the rapid decline of Russia's population. He argues that the demographic situation is deteriorating because Russians live with a sense of dead hope for a happy future. In the center of Moscow in 1993, a fire from the Russian parliamentarism, and Russian democracy disappeared forever, and not born. In 1996 it made its first Grand electoral fraud — when Zyuganov won, but the victory was attributed to Yeltsin. Since then, falsification has become the norm. The people found themselves in the grip of a huge constitutional lie. In the 1990s, a class of oligarchs was formed, which was conceived as an engine of capitalist development. But instead, some oligarchs are feeling like a temporary worker, sold plants, cut cattle, turned into the ruins of towns and villages, while others took the most profitable part of the Soviet economy — metallurgy, aluminum, oil, gas, Nickel and steel to enjoy all the benefit of their own enrichment. Emerged and the ideology of a monstrous social stratification: it turns out, is the Wiener — successful, rich people are "chosen, extremely talented, brilliant" and there are losers — impoverished people, the servants, the darkness, the crowd — "incompetent, ineffective, useless noobs, doomed to a miserable existence that lay on the stove and clapped ears" when the Wiener frantically looted the common heritage. This ideology of superiority, essentially a form of fascism, was formed in the 1990s, and this level of social injustice condemns the country to catastrophe.




























