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Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky

Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky passed away in early January 2016. About people who die on Easter or shortly after the Nativity of Christ, it is customary to say that the Almighty has overshadowed them with a special sign of light and truth.

Without a doubt, Boris Vodovsky was a courageous and bright man, persistently resurrecting names from oblivion Russian soldiers undeclared wars, local conflicts, “hot spots” of our long-suffering planet, the names of their fellow countrymen and peers, representatives of the generation of the “sixties”, and the names of those who, by date of birth, were old enough to be their children - “Afghans” warriors and their grandchildren - Astrakhan residents, who laid down their lives in Dagestan and in battles with Chechen terrorists.

The famous Astrakhan journalist Boris Vodovsky left us in his eightieth year.
Many residents of the Astrakhan region knew Boris Grigorievich well from his analytical programs and topical reports, which were broadcast on regional radio for many years, from articles published in the newspapers “Volga”, “Astrakhanskie Izvestia”, “Delta Mayak”.

Boris Grigorievich is the author of more than ten books and collections of poetry, winner of several prestigious literary competitions. The journalist was awarded the medal of the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, II degree, the medal "Patriot of Russia", the breast cross "Defender of the Fatherland", the medal of the Order of Merit for the Astrakhan Region, II degree and other awards.

At the age of nineteen, fate meted out war to Boris Vodovsky. Let it be short, but with all its tragedy. It was the autumn of 1956 in Budapest. That's why military theme became the main thing in his work, including poetic:

On foreign roads,
Constantly in the crosshairs of the sight,
Believing in my truth,
We unwound fate to the end.
They knew: somewhere without us
Swings creaked in summer parks
And that everyone's mother
I was waiting at my native porch.

Malaria Jungle
Vietnam, Korea
And the scorching sun
African skies -
It's all long behind...
We don't regret it
The only question left is:
Did you die for whose interest?

But we don’t blame fate,
They didn’t look for another, didn’t ask -
She chose us
Sometimes I chose death.

We were able to overcome everything
We were able to cope with everything,
And into the eyes of descendants
We are not ashamed to look today.

This is how Boris Grigorievich described the beginning of his army service in the chapter “Hungary” of the book “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars”, published in 2005:

“End of August 1954. Astrakhan. Train Station. We left for the war in freight cars covered with straw. Let it be delayed for a little over a year, but it will be a war. She will burst into our destinies on an October day in 1956. It will overwhelm us with its tragedy, causelessness, and the psychological unpreparedness of each of us to kill our own kind and be killed ourselves.

Regimental clerks will later write in our soldiers’ books: “Participated in the suppression of the counter-revolutionary rebellion in Hungary.” A little later they will write: “Participated in hostilities on the territory of the People’s Republic of Hungary.” It's not the same for everybody. The time of this “participation” and “suppression” will be indicated. Only a few days are indicated.

In fact, even if it’s short, this war will last until the end of 1956 and will include 1957.”

Much later, Boris Vodovsky will address the living veterans of that “Hungarian” war:

Time has torn the locks off the secrets,
Tears rotten threads from prohibitions.
Where are you - my brothers -
Veterans of the Hungarian events?
Fate scattered, scattered -
We were hastily consigned to oblivion.
How can I forget names?
Those guys who are lying in Budapest?
I don’t want any mean “later”
The memory of the fallen was written off,
So that another “white spot”
There is more in our history...

Boris Grigorievich devoted many years of painstaking literary work to ensuring that there were as few “blank spots” in people’s memory as possible, so that those young men whose army share in the fifties and sixties of the last twentieth century had to serve in China and Korea, Hungary and Czechoslovakia , Caribbean crisis in Cuba and the civil war in North Yemen, in the seventies - Vietnam and Ethiopia, Syria, Mozambique, Angola and Yugoslavia, were not among the forgotten soldiers of undeclared wars. Russian military personnel were sent to the “hot spots” of the republics of the former USSR.

The book “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars” contains little-known facts about the events on Damansky Island in March 1969, about the events in Egypt that took place in May 1967, when the presence of Soviet troops in this country played a large, if not decisive, role in the struggle for independence .

“This is not a memory book. It is about living Astrakhan residents, whose destinies, after the victorious May 1945, passed through the flames of undeclared wars and military conflicts. It is a tribute to their feat, their courage and loyalty to their motherland,” the book’s preface says.

From the pages of the publication appears the greatness of the feat of our fellow countrymen, whose lot it fell to perform military service far from the Fatherland.

“We naively believed that after the victory in 1945, war would never break into our destinies again,” the author writes in the preface to the book. “In vain. In vain... Having believed in this, with the thought of universal peace on Earth, we still sent our compatriots to distant countries. And again they put crosses on the graves and burned funeral candles. They did it furtively, hiding terrible secret from ourselves.

Those who returned, exhausted by battles and epidemics, did not talk about how in the malarial jungles of Vietnam, in the gloomy sky of Korea, in the shifting, hot sands of African deserts, they fought under alien names and for alien interests. They - soldiers of undeclared wars - did not know that they would be forgotten in their homeland.

Our unconsciousness made them so.”

One hundred seventy-eight Astrakhan residents died in local conflicts for peaceful post-war years.

They are burning in Paris and Moscow,
In Sofia, Minsk, legendary Brest.
And this is our memory of the war,
About the exploits of unknown heroes.
They have gained living strength,
They cannot be extinguished by violent winds.
And even the tears of widows from all over the earth
The sacred fires will not extinguish the flame.
We remember - mothers went blind from tears,
Praying to silent icons,
How in the morning we walked to that distant slope,
Where trains were returning from the front.
We will not forget the bloody trail of war,
Burnt huts and scorched fields.
Let hundreds of years rush over the earth -
Nothing will dull the burning pain for us.
We are bequeathed to keep those lights,
And there can be no doubt
The fact that they are the connecting thread
Past and future generations.
There's no need for lofty words here,
To fill them with deep meaning,
All times have the same bells,
They call us: “Remember! Remember! Remember!"

("Sacred Fires")

Veterans of local wars, the real heroes of the book, were invited to the presentation of the book “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars”, held on June 21, 2005 at the Astrakhan Museum of Military Glory. Each of them received their own copy of the book from the hands of the author, Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky. In Russia, only one similar book had been published before, in St. Petersburg.

Today this book is in every Astrakhan school. We are obliged to know and remember: where, for what, for what ideals our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers fought and died.

In his latest collection of poetry, Boris Vodovsky included a poem dedicated to the memory of his brother-friend in the Hungarian events of 1956, Vladimir Zverev:

My friend is fading away
Day by day it's slowly disappearing
To those worlds from which
There's no turning back.
And the doctors are powerless
They just shrug their shoulders -
From the old woman with the scythe
The drug has not yet been invented.

And yesterday it was still cheerful
They called each other:
- How are you there?
- Nothing... Knocked it over
One hundred grams of front-line...
- Not enough. I made it through half a century.
- Well well!..
- For victory, for the fallen,
Then for the living.

What to hide
Life gets twisted sometimes
But to whine, whine -
Sorry and forgive me.
- That would be our President,
My namesake, Vladimir Vladimirych Putin,
Retirement for the May holidays
I was able to increase it a little.

Yes, my friend is leaving...
We are both from that generation
For strength which
The war experienced hard times.
Will you fall asleep?
The frozen ashes of oblivion,
No matter how silver
Over the years our whiskey has turned gray...

In the Soviet Union, it was not allowed to talk about our country’s participation in military conflicts abroad; soldiers and officers who returned from there kept a lifelong vow of silence.

Boris Vodovsky’s book “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars” is a kind of civil feat of the author. It is about our fellow countrymen, about those who were lucky enough to return alive to their homeland from distant countries. It’s not their fault that they found themselves in the swampy jungles of Vietnam and Korea, among the hot sands of the African deserts, that they fought under other people’s names.

On behalf of these people, Aviation Major General Khalutin, on the day of the internationalist warrior, dedicated to the memory of the fact that on February 15, 1989, the withdrawal of Soviet troops from Afghanistan was completed, from where almost 14 thousand Russian soldiers and officers did not return, said: “...We were patriots and internationalists. And in Great Patriotic War, and in Korean we fought for the honor of our state. We have not sullied our honor. We have nothing to be ashamed of; we can look our descendants in the eyes with a clear conscience.”

We remember not only the veterans of the war in Afghanistan, but also our compatriots who took part in more than thirty armed conflicts outside the country. Twenty-five thousand Russians gave their lives in the line of duty.

“...He who forgets yesterday’s victims may be tomorrow’s victim,” - under this motto, every year on December 27, rallies dedicated to the entry of Soviet troops into Afghanistan are held in our city on the alley of internationalist soldiers.

These days, veterans and relatives of the “Afghans”, representatives of the “Combat Brotherhood” and its youth wing, Russian Union veterans of Afghanistan and the Airborne Brotherhood, clergy, search engines and Suvorov cadets born after Afghan war, lay wreaths and flowers at the memorial, funeral prayer services are held in churches in honor of the fallen heroes of that undeclared war, for whom the road home has become really long.

Boris Vodovsky once noted: “Neither then, nor now, after many years, no one should have any doubts: our soldiers honorably fulfilled their international duty on Afghan soil.”

Mark our military path along it.
There, “across the river”, and back
And don't forget anything.

Not the first blood at Kunduz,
Where, not accustomed to the mountains,
We have five “two-hundredth” loads at once
That day they sent me to Bagram.

Neither Kandahar... Should I forget this:
The battle rumbles, the armor burns...
Under the very noses of the Mujahideen
You brought your friend out of the fire.

According to the map, the vein is curved -
Road in the rocks to Gardez.
Sprinkling those rocks with blood,
We carried our soldier's cross.

And my strength was running out,
“Afghan” burned souls to the ground...
But everyone knew that there, in Russia,
His mother was waiting for him with hope.

Look at this map, bro.
Mark our military path on it.
There, “across the river”, and back
And don't forget anything.

When the war in Chechnya began and funerals flew to Astrakhan, as well as to all other corners of our country, notifying relatives of the death of their loved ones, Boris Vodovsky, literally hot on his heels, began collecting material about the dead so that the names of the young guys would not sink into oblivion. These materials are memories of relatives, friends, excerpts from letters, poems and songs of soldiers, meager facts short biographies– the journalist published in the collections “Remember...”. To date, four such collections have been published. On their pages there is information about the Akhtuba guys. The journalist described several such stories in the book:

“Sasha Savin studied at school No. 2. The children loved him. He has always been a leader, starting in kindergarten. He loved his teacher. When leaving for the army, I went to say goodbye to her and presented her with a tea set, which she treasures.

Sasha left school after 9th grade. In addition to him, 2 more daughters grew up in the family, the mother raised the children alone, and the son, like a real man, began to help her. I got a job, earned good money and never forgot to give gifts to my grandmother and sisters.

He loved life very much. He had many friends. I did sports. He was an excellent shooter and played handball.

When the time came to serve, there was no thought in the family to release Sasha from service. After all, this is the duty of every man. He refused to serve near his home, in Kapustin Yar, although it was offered to him. He didn't want to be considered a mama's boy.

This is how Sasha ended up in the special forces.

Sasha’s mother says: “When I see how young people sometimes thoughtlessly dispose of their health and lives, I want to shout: “Guys! Take care of your life! Take care of yourself!

Sasha became the first in the Astrakhan region to receive a funeral from Chechnya.”

A book about Astrakhan residents who died in Chechnya and Dagestan, many of whom were not even twenty when mortal combat they ended up with the terrorists on Minutka Square in Grozny, on the streets of Gudermes and Bamut, Khankala and Shali, complementing the poems from the poetry collection “Soldier’s Cross”, dedicated to the fighters of Afghanistan and Chechnya:

The absurd accidents of war.
They are so rarely written about in newspapers.
Don't place the blame on anyone,
There is a war going on - so complain about it.

The soldier is tired. What a day without sleep.
Patrols and “cleansing operations” until dawn...
Just lit up with a lit cigarette -
And the war ended for him.

Another, having passed Shali and Ulus-Kert,
He wrote: “Alive... And his arms and legs are intact...” -
Got into the enemy's crosshairs,
When I was already sealing the envelope...

... Ridiculous accidents ... They
In battle, sometimes all circumstances are greater.
Let them say that the war will write off everything,
But the mother has only one son.

“Anna Grigorievna and Pavel Alekseevich Kirnosov, Denis’s parents, talk about their son:

No more grief than losing your children. The war took Denis from us. What can a mother or father say about their child?.. The bad things don’t seem to be remembered, but the good things are all before your eyes.

He grew up sickly and was registered as an asthmatic. We didn’t think that he would go to serve. But over the years I got stronger and started playing sports, even when I was studying at school No. 6. Then - at SPTU - I also became interested. I went to a parachute club. He loved life very much and had many friends. Before being drafted, he said: even if they find out at the military registration and enlistment office that they are not registered as asthmatics, they will still run away to join the army.

On November 31, they were sent to a reserve unit in Mozdok. On New Year We have already been to Chechnya. His colleagues said that on January 2, when he was already wounded - his arm was torn off - even then he helped remove the guys from the damaged armored personnel carrier. At this time, fire was opened on them, and Denis was killed.

Denis managed to plant trees, he loved to do this... He built a small country house himself. He played the guitar well and loved a girl named Lena.”

Denis Pavlovich Kirnosov, born in 1974, died on January 2, 1995. Awarded the Order of Courage (posthumously).

A living witness to the war
It stands proudly by the side of the road.
Shell fragments, min
The trunk is rusting and torn apart.

Here a year ago there was a bitter battle...
In his bloody whirlwind
He shielded his friend with himself
And saved me from certain death.

And I want somewhere
In total, a line was written into the statute,
So that he gets a medal on his chest,
As befits a soldier.

(“Oak tree by the road.” Chechnya, Grozny, March 2002)

Boris Vodovsky worked closely with the Committee of Soldiers' Mothers Astrakhan region, who initiated the publication of the Books of Memory.

Here is an excerpt from a letter from Alexander’s mother Tatyana Grigorievna Zotkina to the Committee of Soldiers’ Mothers:

"Sasha was born in rural areas. He loved nature, animals, fishing. Since school I have been interested in sambo, boxing, and karate. Certificates of honor, prizes... Now I keep them without him.

He was affectionate and loved younger children. He loved to cook. At five years old I could mashed potatoes do. I kept wondering: where did this come from?..

He was very conscientious. Sometimes he gets mischievous and suffers. He slowly tells me, and I see that his soul feels better.

He knew the technology well. Also one of his hobbies.”

From a letter from Alexander Zotkin, born in 1976, written five days before his death on March 22, 1995:

"Hello, my dears! Big greetings to you from North Ossetia!

How are you doing? How is your health? My service is going on. Alive and healthy.

Missed you. I want to go home.

Don't worry about me. See you.

There were only five days left before the mine hidden by the militants exploded at the turn to the military tankodrome.

The pain of Afghanistan has not yet subsided,
The sons are still languishing in captivity,
And Russia's wound has reopened
With a piercing name - Chechnya.
Trains are driven there, as if into an abyss,
Men will die again in Rus'.
And the parental groans follow:
“Forgive them, Lord! Have mercy and save."

In the Books of Memory there are photographs, letters, memories of comrades and friends, relatives and friends, revealing the greatness of their feat for the glory of Russia. The book teaches today's generation of young people courage, fosters a sense of patriotism and loyalty to the Fatherland.

“We ask you to include in the Book of Memory the soldiers-compatriots who died on the territory Chechen Republic, our comrade and friend, deputy battalion commander operational purpose military unit 6688 in the rear of Major Sultaniyar Gabdrashidovich Tanatov, who died as a result of a mine explosion wound in the area of checkpoint No. 2 in the city of Grozny,” begins the letter from the command of this unit to the editor of the Book of Memory.

"Sultaniyar Tanatov was a real optimist. Every time he went to " hot spot", said: "It is necessary, then it is necessary." He constantly showed concern for his subordinates, especially the soldiers. Sultaniyar was our reliable front and strong rear. He knew how to joke, he knew how, if anything happened, to rein in a careless subordinate.

There is no need to talk about his working day. He had to rest three to four hours a day. Or even less. He always emphasized: well-fed, well-fed, dressed - this is already a soldier.

“With Major Tanatov,” the soldiers said, “we are into fire and water.”

Your last combat mission he failed to deliver food from Grozny. Hiding behind a pile of garbage in a landfill, the bandits pressed the deadly button on the directional mine fuse at the moment when the first vehicle in the convoy reached the tree on which it was hung. Among the dead was Sultaniyar.

For us, he will always be an example of officer honor, military duty and faithful service to Russia.”

Residents of the Volga region of the Astrakhan region remember and will never forget their heroes. For us, the soldiers of the Afghan and Chechen wars are on a par with those who defended their Motherland during the Great Patriotic War. At the meeting, seventeen Volga residents who did not return from these wars were remembered by name. These are Nail Abdrakhmanov, Ildus Makhmudov, Kadyrgali Azerbaev, Zakir Murtazaev, Askhar Irkenov, Rafik Kadyrbulatov, Ruslan Kinzhiev, Andrey Tokarev, Leonid Bakshutov, Sergey Zorin, Ruslan Bektemisov, Kdrbai Iskenderov, Vadim Uteshev, Rasim Nurmukhamedov, Azamat Tasimov, Ilmar Isabekov.

“Every word is a memory of the heroes who have left us and their exploits. They are heroes because they died in battle. Because knowing that you can perish, but still go into battle is not for the poor in spirit,” emphasized Boris Grigorievich, talking about his work with the books “We Remember...”, “Only with bitterness in my soul I comprehend my work, because In order for the memory of the fallen to live, it was necessary to stir up unhealed wounds in the hearts of mothers and widows, collecting information about the heroes, memories of them, their letters home from the war. We, the living, need the memory of those who stepped into immortality.”

Here are reviews of the Books of Memory of the Chairman of the Astrakhan regional public organization Committee of Soldiers' Mothers Lyubov Ignatovna Garlivanova: “Almost twenty years have passed since the beginning of the Chechen War, in which Astrakhan residents lost more than 200 people, including eight people missing, and we have always been close to their relatives and shared them, let this unbearable pain pass through their hearts.

We all Astrakhan peace they wanted to console the relatives who had lost their sons at least a little, so four books “We Remember” appeared, the author of which was a hero, journalist Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky.

What kind of courage does it take to come to every family and tell in a book about the death of their son, so that they will remember. Some mothers who lost their sons in this war wanted to go to Chechnya, to the places where they died.

We will not give up peace and will not allow another war to be unleashed by those who dream of it so much. And about this - A new book Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky “You hear our voice, Russia!”

Every time gives birth to its heroes, but at all times the feat of arms stood on the highest moral pedestal, carrying in itself best qualities human - love for the Motherland, loyalty to duty, camaraderie, courage and courage. In loving memory fellow countrymen who died in local wars and conflicts, a solemn event held in Privolzhskaya was dedicated to central library February 28, 2014, where I was lucky enough to perform with Boris Grigorievich. After the meeting, he gave me one of his poetry collections, which contains the following lines:

I have not disappeared from the globe.
And it’s too early to burn a candle for me.
Just call - my address is old -
I will fly to you on wings.

In the evening we will go out to the river of childhood,
Let's build a fire on the south
And without any coquetry
For everything, for everything - according to the stopar.

Because, without looking for comfort,
Without building life diagonally,
With you in difficult moments
They didn't hide their heads in the sand.

For being possessed by passion,
Although not always lucky,
Still breaking the shackles of all misfortunes
Out of spite for the wisest skeptics.

And may lady luck be with us,
Like a shadow looming in the distance,
The main thing is to live differently
They just couldn't do it with you.

So write - my address is old -
I will fly to you on wings.
I have not disappeared from the globe.
And it’s too early to burn a candle for me.

Boris Vodovsky’s book “And We Didn’t Wait for Our Fathers” includes one hundred and seventy-six real stories, illustrated with photographs and real documents from the personal archives of Astrakhan residents.

The memoirs are replete with details that are of keen interest and complement the pictures of an anxious and heroic time, the courage and perseverance of soldiers and home front workers.

IN preparatory work About two hundred people took part in creating the information resource. Among them are Astrakhan residents who lost their fathers in the war. It was them who the author of the book interviewed, which served as the basis for the publication.

During 2007-2008 the journalist met with members of the Children of War organization, recorded and processed memories of their life during the war and post-war years. Journalist Alexander Shlyakhov took part in editing the publication and literary processing of materials.

The book “We Didn’t Wait for Our Fathers” is a tribute to the fallen fathers and mothers who raised their children during the difficult war years.

Boris Vodovsky is one of the three first laureates of the Claudia Kholodova Literary Prize. He, who personally knew the poetess, was awarded this honorary title for the “Book of Memory,” dedicated to the Astrakhan soldiers who died in Chechnya and Dagestan. I am proud that Pavel Morozov and I were among the first laureates of this prize, established in 1999 by the Youth Affairs Office of the Astrakhan Regional Administration and the Astrakhan branch of the Writers' Union of Russia.

IN last time We met Boris Grigorievich in October 2015 at the funeral of Zubarzhat Zakirovna Muratova, who headed the regional public organization The “Union of Journalists of the Astrakhan Region” has always been on top in solving the tasks set by life, those most important problems that arose before our professional community, before the Union of Journalists of Russia. On that day, Boris Vodovsky expressed a desire to join the ranks of professional writers in Astrakhan. Did not have time…

Time is inexorable. It is no coincidence that Vodovsky called his last collection of poetry, published in Astrakhan in 2013, prophetically - “The years fly by, but I haven’t said everything...”:

Years fly by, but I haven’t said everything,
Not about everything that excites the soul so much.
Although I've already seen a lot
And I overheard Mother Nature.

There is a lot that I just didn’t have time to do,
What I sometimes didn’t attach importance to,
And somewhere I found myself out of work...
Now I reproach myself for being so indulgent.

And it seems like the years were not lived in vain.
Without playing hide and seek with your fate,
I have never, even quietly,
He was not greedy for earthly joys.

So I’ll have to earn money soon...
And therefore, without any inspiration,
For everything, for everything that I didn’t have time to say,
Please, people, do not judge strictly.

Literature:

B.G. Vodovsky “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars” - Astrakhan: “Nova”, 2005 – 256 p.
Boris Vodovsky. “We remember...” - Astrakhan. Four books. "Nova Plus" different years publications since 2001.
Boris Vodovsky. "Soldier's Cross. Afghanistan - Chechnya" - Astrakhan, "Nova", 2008
B. Vodovsky “But we didn’t wait for our fathers.” Publishing House "Astrakhan", 2009
Boris Vodovsky. “The years fly by, but I haven’t said everything...” - Astrakhan: “Nova Plus”, 2013

Not for everyone optical sight there is a photogenic face.

Grigory Sternin

I dedicate it to the bright memory of Olga Suvorova, who untimely left those who sincerely loved her, with an expression of deepest sorrow!

PART I

...The bandit pressed the woman to him, putting the barrel of a pistol to her temple. In her, in this woman whom he had previously sentenced to death, now lay the solution to many problems, perhaps even life. You just had to leave one room, go through the corridor and enter another room. To the office, where he would have at least some protection from snipers. The bandit knew that he had lost, but he did not want to give up. If he didn’t leave here, then at least seriously ruin the joy of victory for the damned special forces - that was still within his power.

And he decided to leave the room. Hiding behind a woman.

His plans were not destined to come true.

As soon as he was in the corridor, someone shouted his name to the left. The bandit sharply deployed a human shield towards the voice, ordering:

- Get back, special! Get out of sight, or I'll blow the woman's skull off! Well?

But when he turned around, he made a mistake, which the commander of the special forces detachment was counting on. The pro shot from behind! The bullet knocked the barrel of the gun out of the bandit's hand. And the woman’s legs gave way and she slipped out of the grip.

The bandit found himself open to special forces weapons. He turned around and saw the one whom he had also previously sentenced to death. The enemy calmly but harshly looked at the bandit. And there was no mercy in his gaze. The officer asked:

- Well, the geek, did you want to get me? Get it! Here I am! Came as promised.

“Are you thinking of taking me alive?” And don't dream. I won't give you that kind of pleasure.

And, taking a step to the side, the bandit snatched from his belt defensive grenade"F-1". But he didn’t have time to pull out the safety pin ring. The first bullet fired by the special forces commander broke one arm, the second the other, the third, shattering the knee, felled the bandit. And then the silencer of the machine gun of the one who first called out to him from the left hit his head.

The special forces commander approached the bandit writhing in pain, ordering his subordinates:

- Remove the bastard!..

CHAPTER 1

The evening in the officer's cafe was coming to an end. An old grandfather clock, unknown how it got here, loudly struck half past ten. The officers, whether in a group of men or with their wives, began to leave the cozy premises, perhaps the only place in the military camp where they could somehow relax after service. Only the lieutenant colonel at the end table, sitting thoughtfully in the company of an empty cognac bottle, was in no hurry.

In the deserted cafe, instrumental music sounded especially sad. The lieutenant colonel lit a cigarette. The waitress came up to him and sat down next to him, placing her chin on the palm of her arm bent at the elbow.

- We miss you all, special forces?

The officer glanced at the overly painted young woman.

She coquettishly tilted her head, lowering her long, flowing golden hair onto the table, while simultaneously showing her half-bare lush breasts. The lieutenant colonel, shaking off the ashes, finished the last glass, ignoring the lady’s question, made an order:

“Please, take another bottle of Ararat with you and,” he looked at the half-empty pack of cigarettes, “two Parliaments!”

The woman did not move from her place, asking:

– Isn’t it bad for the night, Andrey?

– What is not harmful in this life, Luda?

- You do not know?

- No! That's why I ask.

The waitress sighed:

- Love, Lieutenant Colonel! And especially lonely men, deprived of female affection!

- Where can I get it, love?

Lyudmila leaned towards the officer, quietly saying:

- Look around you. Maybe you'll notice her?

The officer smiled:

“Aren’t you talking about yourself, girl?”

– What if so?

– You, Luda, excuse me for being blunt, you’re not my type. So I’d rather have some cognac for bedtime!

The waitress looked at the lieutenant colonel with a mocking glance, in which, however, she was unable to hide the bitterness of her wounded pride.

- Well, well, there will be some cognac for you. And there will be cigarettes. You're just a fool, Kudreev! For me, do you know how many men are drying up? Half a garrison, if not more! And everyone would consider it happiness to just spend an evening with me! And you?..

- I am not everyone. And let's leave it at that.

The lieutenant colonel turned around and walked straight to the bar, without swaying, despite the bottle he had drunk during the evening.

He had already taken cognac and cigarettes when his deputy and chief of staff of the detachment, Lieutenant Colonel Shchukin, entered the cafe:

- Where are you, Andrei Pavlovich? And I'm looking for you...

- Let's go to headquarters, we have something to do!

After the lieutenant colonel left, the woman went to the window, parted the tulle, looked at the officers leaving into the night, and said:

- Nothing, Kudreev! You will be mine, you will be! And you come running after me when you feel the taste. Then I’ll take it out on you, Andryushenka!

The bartender asked from the counter:

- Why are you standing there, Lyudka, frozen at the window? Did you put a special forces eye on the shelf? In vain! Did he give in to you? These guys are temporary people in every way. If they don’t transfer you somewhere soon, then they’ll shoot you on the way out, that’s the kind of service they have! Did you mention there that your chief of finance disappeared to the training ground?

- What do you care?

- How is that? You are alone today, I am alone too! Both are full of desire, so why hold back? The moment is more than right, the house is free, everything is not in the storeroom, on the old sofa... huh, Lud?

- Fuck you...

She walked away from the window, lit a long, thin cigarette, and looked through the cloud of smoke at the lustful face of the bartender:

- Although... why not?

– Quickly clean up the hall, while I’m removing the cash register, we’ll take some champagne, and everything will be bang-bang, dear!

* * *

On the street, Kudreev asked the chief of staff:

– What, connection with the Center?

- Why, Andrei, have you gotten into trouble today?

- The devil knows, Vitya! Somehow my soul felt dreary, I decided to unwind.

- Dispelled?

- Yeah! I swallowed half a liter - and it didn’t show up in either eye. Here's another bottle I took to catch up at home, but apparently, even without alcohol, the authorities won't be able to catch up, since they're calling at such a time.

- That's for sure.

Shchukin looked at the commander:

“And I thought that you had dropped in there to have a fling with Lyudka the waitress!”

- What are you talking about!

– If I were single, I certainly wouldn’t miss this miniskirt!

- To each his own. All right, come, finish the market.

The officers approached the headquarters of a separate repair and restoration battalion, entered the building, responded to the greeting of the duty officer, entered the office in which secret part special forces squad. They were met by the acting secretary, warrant officer Ermolaev. Kudreev, as soon as Shchukin closed front door, asked:

- What's going on, Yura?

– Encryption from the Center, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

- Did you decode it?

- Yes sir! Here you are.

The ensign handed the commander a piece of paper.

The lieutenant colonel read:

"Top secret!

Upon familiarization, destroy!”

“Brigadier to Utes.

The day after tomorrow, at 10.00 local time, the village of Bady in the Gorge of Dreams of Chechnya is scheduled to be cleared by the Belopol riot police. The forces involved in the total check will be 30 people in 4 armored personnel carriers. According to intelligence data, the field commander of the Jihad group Aslan Kulaev (Kulan) has intentions to destroy the riot police during the cleanup. Why tomorrow night, one of the detachments subordinate to Kulan, numbering sixty militants, under the command of Ruslan Malaev (Bekas) will be transferred along the gorge from the north to Bady.

The commander of Utes will develop and organize an action to neutralize the Bekas gang. Ensure the security of the Belopol police detachment special purpose and capture the leader of the enemy unit. The composition of the special forces involved and the weapons will be determined based on the situation. About making a decision on combat use report no later than 12.00 tomorrow. Wait for the arrival of the full-time head of the secret part of the detachment.

Brigadier."

Having familiarized himself with the document, the detachment commander handed it over to the chief of staff, turning to the ensign:

- Prepare your answer, Yura.

- I'm ready. Dictate, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.

"Top secret! Cliff - to the Brigadier.

Accepted the task of action in the Gorge of Dreams. Report on the decision taken for combat use at 12.00 tomorrow. We will meet the head of the secret unit.

The ensign sat down at his desk, equipped with a secret communication device with the Center, typed the text of the response message using an encrypted signal, sent it to Moscow, and reported:

- That's it, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

- Okay, now take out my work card of Chechnya.

Kudreev, having signed the journal, wrapped the card in a newspaper. Shchukin returned the encryption. The detachment commander ordered:

- You, Viktor Sergeevich, must gather all the soldiers of the detachment into a garrison by 6.00. General formation in the barracks at 9.00, after breakfast.

Kudreev crumpled up the report from the Center and put it in the ashtray. He struck a lighter and brought the fire to the paper.

The commander and chief of staff left the battalion control building.

Kudreev said:

- Well, Vitya, it seems that we have waited for our time.

- Yes, and it’s about time. Otherwise, there are already conversations going on around the town: why the hell did the special forces detachment arrive at the garrison? Soon everyone in the area will know about us. And to hell with secrecy then.

The lieutenant colonel headed home to a two-room, two-story apartment in a separate house with an attic. Such amenities at the detachment’s temporary location were provided only to him, the commander of the special forces unit, and the chief of staff. The rest of the soldiers were housed in the barracks. From the outside, it was no different from the one-story barracks where the personnel of the rembat and medical battalion, two military units. The premises were divided into single and double compartments, similar to a hotel, in which the officers and warrant officers of the detachment settled. Conscripts served as internal guards. And the specialists themselves, instead of the usual camouflage uniform, put on the usual uniform of combined arms special units. Thus, the special forces detachment was camouflaged as one of the units of the repair and restoration battalion. And there were reasons for this. The point is that in Lately The effectiveness of the actions of special and special forces in Chechnya has sharply decreased. And this was explained by the fact that the leaders of the bandits were well informed not only about the locations of special units and units, but also about their secret plans. Counterintelligence managed to identify a mole in the headquarters of the joint group; it turned out to be a high-ranking official military intelligence, but this fact did not correct the situation, or, to be more precise, did not completely correct it. Knowing about the locations of special forces of various departments, it was not difficult for the Mujahideen to keep combat troops under their control. Therefore, in Moscow it was decided to use special forces not from Chechnya, but from neighboring territories. The first sign was Kudreev’s detachment. It was located in a military town near the village of Divny, two hundred kilometers from the western administrative border with Chechnya. Combat missions to the rebellious republic were planned on Mi-8 helicopters, and work was already done there for a specific purpose. The purpose of this detachment was clearly defined - the defeat of a criminal group under big name“Jihad” of the odious field commander Kulan, or Aslan Kulaev, a former Soviet paratrooper officer, commander of a separate reconnaissance and assault battalion in Afghanistan. With the capture, if possible, of the command staff of the group, which, in addition to Kulan, included his deputy Timur Baidarov, as well as the leaders of gangs Ruslan Malaev (Bekas), Doulet Radaev (Pharaoh) and Akhmed Zatanov (Shaitan).

And now, after a break of almost a month and a half, Kudreev’s detachment again had to go on the warpath. And immediately enter into battle with the subordinates of one of Kulan’s close associates, Bekas.

Entering the apartment, the lieutenant colonel turned on the light, lowered blackout curtains on the first floor windows, took a shower, and changed into a light tracksuit. I snacked on what I found edible in the half-empty refrigerator. He sat down in a chair by the coffee table, on which he laid out detailed map Chechnya. He lit a cigarette, looking at her carefully.

So, where is the Dreaming Gorge? I wonder who gave a simple gorge such a few unusual name? Probably some kind of poet! Maybe Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov himself, he also pacified the proud abreks in his time. Here it is! It stretches like an arrow to the south of the republic. Judging by its size, it has a suitable place for a helicopter to land. And here is the village of Bati.

The lieutenant colonel put out his cigarette, bending over the map. From the north, from where the bandits should approach the village, the terrain of the gorge is a little more difficult than in its southern part. And about five kilometers from Bada, again from the north, the “greenery” begins, and it stretches along both slopes, covering the bottom, almost to the village. South settlement the slopes and bottom are clear of vegetation, there is a road to the regional center. Riot police will arrive at Bady along it.

If Bekas has the task of destroying the Belopol militia detachment and knows its strength, then he will not blockade a well-armed unit in the village. While in the village, riot police, using heavy machine guns KPVT armored personnel carriers will easily fight off the gang. On the march to the village, the cops will be collected and ready for battle. But after the riot police begin to leave, having calmly cleared the area, they can be attacked. From the front and from the flanks, from the slopes. But only in order to turn the squad back. The riot police will be forced to return to Bady, and here they will be met by the main enemy forces from the outskirts of the village. And the police will end up in a real bag of fire.

So, logically, the bandits should plan the action.

Another, more effective option in this situation you simply can’t imagine it.

Consequently, his, Kudreev’s, special forces detachment must act proactively. The Bekas gang will walk through the gorge at night in order to reach the village in the dark and take up positions before the battle with the riot police. When approaching the greenery, the mercenary commander must stop his squad and send enhanced reconnaissance ahead. Indeed, among the stunted trees and dense thickets bushes may well be hiding an ambush. And it doesn’t matter that Bekas will be confident in the safety of the route to the village. The instinct of self-preservation and the feeling of discomfort aggravated at night will force him to play it safe. He will stop the squad.

The lieutenant colonel lit another cigarette, moving the ashtray closer to the middle of the table.

Snipe will stop the detachment by sending a reinforced reconnaissance patrol to the green area.

So what? What will this give to the special forces? And the fact that the abrek can be clinging to the trunk, and clinging tightly!

How many fighters will he send into the forest belts, having a gang of sixty people? Twenty, no less, ten on each side. This is a normal situation for conducting reconnaissance in the dark. Even if people are equipped with night vision devices. So, let’s assume that reconnaissance enters the “green zone” and begins to cautiously move forward. And the forest belts are mined with remote-controlled charges. Press the key at the right moment and twenty spirits will fly into the air. This surprise disorganizes Bekas. For some time, the gang will turn into a powerless and helpless crowd of armed people. And then machine guns and snipers hit them from the slopes! Panic in the enemy's camp. They will run! Where? Towards the village? Hardly! The explosions of the mine web will cut off their path to the south, and besides, they can also cover the path with the crew of one easel grenade launcher with a machine gunner. The bandits will rush back. And there they will be met by a full-fledged sabotage group, equipped with last word technology. She will shoot selectively. Knocking out ordinary bandits, and wounding Bekas himself! That's all! It is done!

What could Mr. Malaev do differently than the Russian special forces commander planned for him?

Maybe Malaev should not stop the column in front of the greenery, but move on in marching order, with a small forward patrol, which will be tasked with conducting a cursory reconnaissance of the forest belts? Hardly. Indeed, in this situation, it is enough to set up a mine barrier at the line from slope to slope, across the path, to put Bekas in a very disadvantageous position and turn him back under the fire of machine guns and snipers. So, what else? Will the gang go around the greenery along the ridges? This is possible, although unlikely, and hardly feasible. In this case, Bekas will have to divide the squad in two. And mines can be placed on the tops of passes.

And then Malaev loses not only his personnel, but also unified control of the gang. Which will again cause panic and a disorderly retreat from the “green stuff” under the fire of special forces soldiers.

In any case, the option of an ambush near forest belts on the slopes looks quite realistic.

Let's stop there for now.

Tomorrow we'll hear from the chief of staff again. He, too, is probably now calculating the options for the upcoming actions of the special forces. Yes, and commanders sabotage groups, whom Kudreev has already identified for tomorrow’s exit to Chechnya, can also suggest something useful. The guys are all combative, experienced, and have been in trouble more than once.

The lieutenant colonel finished smoking an unknown number of cigarettes, put it out in an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and looked at the time. Wow! It's almost three o'clock. Yes, he stayed too long. Now sleep! Tomorrow he, the detachment commander, should be in uniform.

* * *

The next morning, at exactly 9.00, Lieutenant Colonel Kudreev entered the barracks allocated for the temporary accommodation of the reconnaissance and sabotage detachment subordinate to him. In the right corridor, along the doors of the living compartments, his “army” was already built. Shchukin, with dark circles around his eyes - evidence of a sleepless night - reported that the detachment had been formed.

Kudreev greeted his subordinates, walking around the line. By appearance The fighters determined that almost the entire personnel of the detachment spent a very stormy time, with a decent libation of strong drinks. That's why Shchukin looked extremely tired. Apparently, the deputy had to work hard, catching the glorious special forces soldiers throughout the town and village of Divnoye.

The commander stood in the middle of the formation, with his hands behind his back, swaying on the heels of his shoes, which were polished to a shine.

- Yes, gentlemen, officers and warrant officers! What do I see in front of me? Soldiers of a special forces detachment, as the chief of staff reported, or a crowd of guests of the local village “soap spot”? By the way, no one spent the night in the sobering-up station?

There was a murmur through the ranks, and someone said:

– What are you really doing, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel?

Kudreev instantly reacted to the conversation in the ranks:

“I am,” answered the young officer, “Lieutenant Burov, but you didn’t say it, you asked!”

- Stop shouting! Stand and listen! I'm wondering: why did you suddenly decide to go on a spree? Although it’s understandable, they heard that the commander was hanging out in the cafe, and they started peddling. So-so!

Kudreev turned to the chief of staff:

– And you, Viktor Sergeevich, also told me that our guys should soften their service regime. Yes, they did not care about our regime. They wanted it and softened it themselves. But it’s okay, today someone will have to grind stones in the mountains. And thank the higher authorities that part of the detachment will soon have to go out into combat, otherwise I would have completely screwed you!

Hearing about the exit, the fighters perked up and raised their heads. Although they lowered them before not because their conscience tormented them or the feeling of guilt stuck. Not at all! No one considered themselves guilty of anything, and no one’s conscience bothered them.

After all, what did they do? Did you make a noise? Well, let! It's not all the time to sit in the barracks as sober eunuchs? And the pros lowered their wild heads only because it was supposed to be so. But now, having heard about the imminent release for combat use, the soldiers raised their eyes, in which a silent question was read. In spite of everything, they respected and revered the commander as if they were their own father, although this father was only a year or two older than some. Kudreev, having calmed down a little, ordered:

- Lieutenant Colonel Shchukin, take the detachment personnel outside the unit and organize a cross-country trip of three kilometers. Then again the construction.

Soon the special forces in full force left the garrison, to the road leading to the village of Divny, on the asphalt of which there were markings for cross-country races and jogging at various distances.

The commander went to the battalion headquarters and ordered warrant officer Ermolaev:

– Connect me, Yura, with the commander of our helicopter flight!

Ermolaev established contact and handed the device to the commander.

- I am Utes. Listen to the order, Wing 1. By 15.00, prepare one dragonfly for flight. She should be with me at 15.20. How did you understand?

– I understand, Utes-1.

- Do it!

Kudreev left the headquarters of a separate repair and restoration battalion (ORVB).

At this time, the detachment also approached the barracks.

Despite the fact that most of the fighters took a lot of heat at night, the cross-country detachment ran easily, exceeding all combined arms standards.

The chief of staff led the groups into position, forming the personnel in the same place.

Kudreev entered next.

- Be equal! Attention! Turn left! – the chief of staff gave the command.

The formation froze, turning its heads towards the commander.

- Feel free to relax! - Kudreev allowed.

He walked along the line again, asking:

- Well, you are my pet eagles, do you feel better after running?

“Feel better,” came from all sides.

- That's better! Now listen to my command! From this moment on everything personnel combat readiness– increased. From the barracks, without my personal permission, not to let anyone in! The commanders of the first and second groups come to me, the rest go to their compartments!

Majors Suteneyev and Fedorenko approached the commander.

Kudreev told them:

– Go to the office, the chief of staff and I will come to you soon!

Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky

The famous Astrakhan journalist Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky left us at the eightieth year of his life at the beginning of January 2016. About people who die on Easter or shortly after the Nativity of Christ, it is customary to say that the Almighty has overshadowed them with a special sign of light and truth.

Without a doubt, Boris Vodovsky was a courageous and bright man, persistently resurrecting from oblivion the names of Russian soldiers of undeclared wars, local conflicts, “hot spots” of our long-suffering planet, the names of his fellow countrymen and peers, representatives of the “sixties” generation, and the names of those who date of birth was suitable for them as children - “Afghans” warriors and as grandchildren - Astrakhan residents who laid down their lives in Dagestan and in battles with Chechen terrorists.

Many residents of the Astrakhan region knew Boris Grigorievich well from his analytical programs and topical reports, which were broadcast on regional radio for many years, from articles published in the newspapers “Volga”, “Astrakhanskie Izvestia”, “Delta Mayak”.

At the age of nineteen, fate meted out war to Boris Vodovsky. Let it be short, but with all its tragedy. It was the autumn of 1956 in Budapest. Therefore, military themes became the main theme in his work, including poetry:

Malaria Jungle
Vietnam, Korea
And the scorching sun
African skies -
It's all long behind...
We don't regret it
The only question left is:
Did you die for whose interest?

But we don’t blame fate,
They didn’t look for another, didn’t ask -
She chose us
Sometimes I chose death.
We were able to overcome everything
We were able to cope with everything,
And into the eyes of descendants
We are not ashamed to look today.

This is how Boris Grigorievich described the beginning of his army service in the chapter “Hungary” of the book “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars”, published in 2005:

In fact, even if it’s short, this war will last until the end of 1956 and will include 1957.”

Much later, Boris Vodovsky will address the living veterans of that “Hungarian” war:

Boris Grigorievich devoted many years of painstaking literary work to ensuring that there were as few “blank spots” in people’s memory as possible, so that those young men whose army service in the fifties and sixties of the last twentieth century fell to service in China and Korea, Hungary and Czechoslovakia, the Cuban missile crisis in Cuba and the civil war in North Yemen, in the seventies - Vietnam and Ethiopia, Syria, Mozambique, Angola and Yugoslavia, were not among the forgotten soldiers of undeclared wars. Russian military personnel were sent to the “hot spots” of the republics of the former USSR.

Each of the chapters contains a list of participants in hostilities taking place in a supposedly peaceful time for our country, with mournful black frames with the names, surnames and dates of birth and death of those who returned from undeclared wars and died later.
“This is not a memory book. It is about living Astrakhan residents, whose destinies after the victorious May 1945 passed through the flames of undeclared wars and military conflicts. It is a tribute to their feat, their courage and loyalty to their motherland,” the book’s preface says.
From the pages of the publication appears the greatness of the feat of our fellow countrymen, whose lot it fell to perform military service far from the Fatherland.

“We naively believed that after the victory in 1945, war would never break into our destinies again,” the author writes in the preface to the book. - In vain. In vain... Having believed in this, with the thought of universal peace on Earth, we still sent our compatriots to distant countries. And again they put crosses on the graves and burned funeral candles. They did it furtively, hiding a terrible secret from themselves.

Our unconsciousness made them so.”

One hundred and seventy-eight Astrakhan residents died in local conflicts during the peaceful post-war years.
They are burning in Paris and Moscow,
In Sofia, Minsk, legendary Brest.
And this is our memory of the war,
About the exploits of unknown heroes.
They have gained living strength,
They cannot be extinguished by violent winds.
And even the tears of widows from all over the earth
The sacred fires will not extinguish the flame.
We remember - mothers went blind from tears,
Praying to silent icons,
How in the morning we walked to that distant slope,
Where trains were returning from the front.
We will not forget the bloody trail of war,
Burnt huts and scorched fields.
Let hundreds of years rush over the earth -
Nothing will dull the burning pain for us.
We are bequeathed to keep those lights,
And there can be no doubt
The fact that they are the connecting thread
Past and future generations.
There's no need for lofty words here,
To fill them with deep meaning,
All times have the same bells,
They call us: “Remember! Remember! Remember!"
("Sacred Fires")

Today this book is in every Astrakhan school. We are obliged to know and remember: where, for what, for what ideals our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers fought and died.

In his latest collection of poetry, Boris Vodovsky included a poem dedicated to the memory of his brother-friend in the Hungarian events of 1956, Vladimir Zverev:

And yesterday it was still cheerful
They called each other:
- How are you there?
- Nothing... Knocked it over
One hundred grams of front-line...
- Not enough. I mastered one and a half hundred.
- Well well!..
- For victory, for the fallen,
Then for the living.

In the Soviet Union, it was not allowed to talk about our country’s participation in military conflicts abroad; soldiers and officers who returned from there kept a lifelong vow of silence.

On behalf of these people, Aviation Major General Khalutin said on the day of remembrance of internationalist soldiers: “...We were patriots and internationalists. Both in the Great Patriotic War and in the Korean War, we fought for the honor of our state. We have not sullied our honor. We have nothing to be ashamed of; we can look our descendants in the eyes with a clear conscience.”

We remember not only veterans of the war in Afghanistan, but also compatriots who took part in more than thirty armed conflicts outside the country. Twenty-five thousand Russians gave their lives in the line of duty.

These days, veterans and relatives of the “Afghans”, representatives of the “Combat Brotherhood” and its youth wing, the Russian Union of Afghanistan Veterans and the “Airborne Brotherhood”, clergy, search engines and Suvorov cadets born after the Afghan war, lay wreaths and flowers at the memorial , funeral prayer services are held in churches in honor of the fallen heroes of that undeclared war, for whom the road home has become really long.

Boris Vodovsky once noted: “Neither then, nor now, after many years, no one should have any doubts: our soldiers honorably fulfilled their international duty on Afghan soil.”

Mark our military path along it.
There, “across the river”, and back
And don't forget anything.

Not the first blood at Kunduz,
Where, not accustomed to the mountains,
We have five “two-hundredth” loads at once
That day they sent me to Bagram.

Neither Kandahar... Should I forget this:
The battle rumbles, the armor burns...
Under the very noses of the Mujahideen
You brought your friend out of the fire.

According to the map, the vein is curved -
Road in the rocks to Gardez.
Sprinkling those rocks with blood,
We carried our soldier's cross.

And my strength was running out,
“Afghan” burned souls to the ground...
But everyone knew that there, in Russia,
His mother was waiting for him with hope.

Look at this map, bro.
Mark our military path on it.
There, “across the river”, and back
And don't forget anything.

When the war began in Chechnya and funerals flew to Astrakhan, as well as to all other corners of our country, notifying relatives of the death of their loved ones, Boris Vodovsky, literally hot on his heels, began collecting material about the dead so that the names of the young guys would not sink into oblivion. The journalist published these materials - memories of relatives and friends, excerpts from letters, poems and songs of soldiers, meager facts from short biographies - in the collections “We Remember...”. To date, four such collections have been published. On their pages there is information about the Akhtuba guys. The journalist described several such stories in the book:

He loved life very much. He had many friends. I did sports. He was an excellent shooter and played handball.

This is how Sasha ended up in the special forces.

Sasha’s mother says: “When I see how young people sometimes thoughtlessly dispose of their health and lives, I want to shout: “Guys! Take care of your life! Take care of yourself!

Sasha became the first in the Astrakhan region to receive a funeral from Chechnya.”

The book about Astrakhan residents who died in Chechnya and Dagestan, many of whom were not even twenty when they found themselves in a mortal battle with terrorists on Minutka Square in Grozny, on the streets of Gudermes and Bamut, Khankala and Shali, is supplemented by poems from the poetry collection “Soldier's Cross” ", dedicated to the fighters of Afghanistan and Chechnya:

The absurd accidents of war.
They are so rarely written about in newspapers.
Don't place the blame on anyone,
There is a war going on - so complain about it.

The soldier is tired. What a day without sleep.
Patrols and “cleansing operations” until dawn...
Just lit up with a lit cigarette -
And the war ended for him.

Another, having passed Shali and Ulus-Kert,
He wrote: “Alive... And his arms and legs are intact...” -
Got into the enemy's crosshairs,
When I was already sealing the envelope...

... Ridiculous accidents ... They
In battle, sometimes all circumstances are greater.
Let them say that the war will write off everything,
But the mother has only one son.

“Anna Grigorievna and Pavel Alekseevich Kirnosov, Denis’s parents, talk about their son:

There is no greater grief than losing your children. The war took Denis from us. What can a mother or father say about their child?.. The bad things don’t seem to be remembered, but the good things are all before your eyes.

He grew up sickly and was registered as an asthmatic. We didn’t think that he would go to serve. But over the years he grew stronger and started playing sports when he was still at school No. 6. Then - at SPTU - I also became interested. I went to a parachute club. He loved life very much and had many friends. Before being drafted, he said: even if they find out at the military registration and enlistment office that they are not registered as asthmatics, they will still run away to join the army.

On November 31, they were sent to a reserve unit in Mozdok. We were already in Chechnya for the New Year. His colleagues said that on January 2, when he was already wounded - his arm was torn off - even then he helped remove the guys from the damaged armored personnel carrier. At this time, fire was opened on them, and Denis was killed.

Denis managed to plant trees, he loved to do this... He built a small country house himself. He played the guitar well and loved a girl named Lena.”

Denis Pavlovich Kirnosov, born in 1974, died on January 2, 1995. Awarded the Order of Courage (posthumously).

A living witness to the war
It stands proudly by the side of the road.
Shell fragments, min
The trunk is rusting and torn apart.

Here a year ago there was a bitter battle...
In his bloody whirlwind
He shielded his friend with himself
And saved me from certain death.

And I want somewhere
In total, a line was written into the statute,
So that he gets a medal on his chest,
As befits a soldier.

(“Oak tree by the road.” Chechnya, Grozny, March 2002)

Boris Vodovsky worked closely with the Committee of Soldiers' Mothers of the Astrakhan Region, which initiated the publication of Books of Memory.

Here is an excerpt from a letter from Alexander’s mother Tatyana Grigorievna Zotkina to the Committee of Soldiers’ Mothers:

“Sasha was born in a rural area. He loved nature, animals, fishing. Since school I have been interested in sambo, boxing, and karate. Certificates of honor, prizes... Now I keep them without him.

He was affectionate and loved younger children. He loved to cook. At the age of five he could make mashed potatoes. I kept wondering: where did this come from?..

He was very conscientious. Sometimes he gets mischievous and suffers. He slowly tells me, and I see that his soul feels better.

He knew the technology well. Also one of his hobbies.”

From a letter from Alexander Zotkin, born in 1976, written five days before his death on March 22, 1995:

"Hello, my dears! Big greetings to you from North Ossetia!

How are you doing? How is your health? My service is going on. Alive and healthy.

Missed you. I want to go home.

Don't worry about me. See you.

There were only five days left before the mine hidden by the militants exploded at the turn to the military tankodrome.

“We ask you to include in the Book of Memory of fellow countrymen who died on the territory of the Chechen Republic, our comrade and friend, deputy commander of the operational battalion of military unit 6688 for the rear, Major Sultaniyar Gabdrashidovich Tanatov, who died as a result of a mine explosion wound in the area of checkpoint No. 2 of the city Grozny,” - this is how the letter from the command of this unit to the editor of the Book of Memory begins.

“Sultaniyar Tanatov was a true optimist. Every time, going to a “hot spot,” he said: “It’s necessary, then it’s necessary.” He constantly showed concern for his subordinates, especially the soldiers. Sultaniyar was our reliable front and strong rear. He knew how to joke, he knew how, if anything happened, to rein in a careless subordinate.

There is no need to talk about his working day. He had to rest three to four hours a day. Or even less. He always emphasized: well-fed, well-fed, dressed - this is already a soldier.

“With Major Tanatov,” the soldiers said, “we are into fire and water.”

He did not complete his last combat mission to deliver food from Grozny. Hiding behind a pile of garbage in a landfill, the bandits pressed the deadly button on the directional mine fuse at the moment when the first vehicle in the convoy reached the tree on which it was hung. Among the dead was Sultaniyar.

For us, he will always be an example of officer honor, military duty and faithful service to Russia.”

“Every word is a memory of the heroes who have left us and their exploits. They are heroes because they died in battle. Because knowing that you can perish, but still go into battle is not for the poor in spirit,” Boris Grigorievich emphasized, talking about his work with the books “We Remember...”. - Only now, with bitterness in my soul, I comprehend my work, because in order for the memory of the fallen to live, I had to stir up unhealed wounds in the hearts of mothers and widows, collecting information about the heroes, memories of them, their letters home from the war. We, the living, need the memory of those who stepped into immortality.”

We, the entire Astrakhan world, wanted to at least a little console the relatives who had lost their sons, so four books “We Remember” appeared, the author of which was a human hero, journalist Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky.

We will not give up peace and will not allow another war to be unleashed by those who dream of it so much. And about this is the new book by Boris Grigorievich Vodovsky, “You Hear Our Voice, Russia!”

Every time gives birth to its heroes, but at all times the feat of arms stood on the highest moral pedestal, carrying within itself the best qualities of a person - love for the Motherland, loyalty to duty, camaraderie, courage and courage. A solemn event took place in the Volga Central Library on February 28, 2014, where I was lucky enough to speak with Boris Grigorievich, was dedicated to the blessed memory of fellow countrymen who died in local wars and conflicts. After the meeting, he gave me one of his poetry collections, which contains the following lines:

I have not disappeared from the globe.
And it’s too early to burn a candle for me.
Just call - my address is old -
I will fly to you on wings.

In the evening we will go out to the river of childhood,
Let's build a fire on the south
And without any coquetry
For everything, for everything - according to the stopar.

Because, without looking for comfort,
Without building life diagonally,
With you in difficult moments
They didn't hide their heads in the sand.

For being possessed by passion,
Although not always lucky,
Still breaking the shackles of all misfortunes
Out of spite for the wisest skeptics.

And may lady luck be with us,
Like a shadow looming in the distance,
The main thing is to live differently
They just couldn't do it with you.

So write - my address is old -
I will fly to you on wings.
I have not disappeared from the globe.
And it’s too early to burn a candle for me.

Boris Vodovsky’s book “We Didn’t Wait for Our Fathers” includes one hundred and seventy-six real stories, illustrated with photographs and real documents from the personal archives of Astrakhan residents.

The memoirs are replete with details that are of keen interest and complement the pictures of anxious and heroic times, the courage and perseverance of soldiers and home front workers.

About two hundred people took part in the preparatory work to create the information resource. Among them are Astrakhan residents who lost their fathers in the war. It was them who the author of the book interviewed, which served as the basis for the publication.

The book “We Didn’t Wait for Our Fathers” is a tribute to the fallen fathers and mothers who raised their children during the difficult war years.

The last time we saw Boris Grigorievich was in October 2015 at the funeral of Zubarzhat Zakirovna Muratova, who for many years headed the regional public organization “Union of Journalists of the Astrakhan Region” and was always on top in solving the tasks set by life, the most important problems that arose before our professional community, before the Union of Journalists of Russia. On that day, Boris Vodovsky expressed a desire to join the ranks of professional writers in Astrakhan. Did not have time…

Years fly by, but I haven’t said everything,
Not about everything that excites the soul so much.
Although I've already seen a lot
And I overheard Mother Nature.

There is a lot that I just didn’t have time to do,
What I sometimes didn’t attach importance to,
And somewhere I found myself out of work...
Now I reproach myself for being so indulgent.

And it seems like the years were not lived in vain.
Without playing hide and seek with your fate,
I have never, even quietly,
He was not greedy for earthly joys.

So I’ll have to earn money soon...
And therefore, without any inspiration,
For everything, for everything that I didn’t have time to say,
Please, people, do not judge strictly.

Literature:

Boris Vodovsky “Soldiers of Undeclared Wars” - Astrakhan: “Nova”, 2005 – 256 p.
Boris Vodovsky. “We remember...” - Astrakhan. Four books. “Nova Plus”, different years of publication, starting from 2001.
Boris Vodovsky. "Soldier's Cross. Afghanistan - Chechnya" - Astrakhan, "Nova", 2008
Boris Vodovsky “But we didn’t wait for our fathers.” Publishing House "Astrakhan", 2009
Boris Vodovsky. “The years fly by, but I haven’t said everything...” - Astrakhan: “Nova Plus”, 2013

“We can cope with Russian terrorists, but not with the Russian regular army,” Ukrainian Prime Minister Arseniy Yatsenyuk said in confusion on August 28 at a meeting of the Cabinet of Ministers.

Russian paratroopers detained in Ukraine during a press conference in Kyiv, August 28, 2014 /photo: Valentin Ogirenko/Reuters

On August 25, at the cemetery in Vybuty, 15 km from Pskov, the funeral of two servicemen of the 76th Guards Air Assault Chernigov Division - 29-year-old Leonid Kichatkin and 20-year-old Alexander Osipov - was held. Moreover, someone who introduced himself as Leonid Kichatkin spoke on the phone with journalists the day before the funeral, denying information about his own death. On August 27, reports appeared on the Internet that nameplates had been removed from the graves, and the cemetery had been placed under guard: on August 28, unknown shaven-headed guys did not allow a Reuters correspondent to go there, and the next day, regional assembly deputy Lev Shlosberg was beaten in Pskov, dealing with the topic of funerals. On August 26, it became known that Anton Korolenko, commander of an air assault platoon of the same 76th division, was buried in the same atmosphere of secrecy near Voronezh. Reports of military personnel who suddenly died or were wounded under unknown circumstances began to come from Dagestan, St. Petersburg, and Stavropol. On August 27, a resident of Bashkiria, Venera Araptanova, told Dozhd that on August 22 she buried her son Marcel, who died on the 12th under unknown circumstances at a training ground in the Rostov region near the border with Ukraine. Marcel was buried according to Muslim customs, taking the body out of the coffin, and the son had to be identified by scars and moles: he had no head.

Relatives of the victims refuse to talk to journalists. According to Valentina Melnikova, executive secretary of the Union of Committees of Soldiers' Mothers of Russia, not a single application was received from them. But from all over the country, the committees of soldiers’ mothers received statements from parents of soldiers sent to Rostov region and, possibly, to Ukraine: Dagestan, Chechnya, Astrakhan, St. Petersburg, Stavropol... There has been no contact with many contract soldiers and conscripts for a week now. Military registration and enlistment offices assure relatives that everything is fine with their sons and brothers, but they do not trust the state.

Missing children

So, if tragic fate, at least three soldiers of the Chernigov division buried in Voronezh and Pskov are known, the fate of their 14 fellow soldiers remains in question. On August 21, the Security Service of Ukraine (SBU) posted online photographs of documents found after the battle near the village of Georgievka, Donetsk region: passports, driver’s licenses, military IDs and credit cards. Moscow immediately announced it was a fake, which is why they tried to hide the funeral in Vybuty from the public. “In general, the passport should be kept by the unit commander, especially if the soldier goes on a combat mission,” military expert Alexander Golts told The New Times. “This all shows the chaos in which the operation is being carried out.” The VKontakte pages of the missing soldiers quickly spread across the network, it became known that some of them received medals “For the return of Crimea” (and the 76th division itself was awarded the Order of Suvorov: as Defense Minister Sergei Shoigu explained, for many “hot spots”, in including for Crimea).

The mother of one of the soldiers, a biology teacher from a military camp near Saratov, Lyubov Maksimova, could not believe her eyes when she saw among the documents posted by the SBU driver license And bank cards his son Ilya. “The last time my sister spoke to him was on August 16, he said that he was going to training in the Rostov region, and the next day he sent an SMS: “Everything is fine, the charger is running low, there is no electricity in the camp,” Lyubov told The New Times. “There was no more contact with him.” At the local military registration and enlistment office, the woman was told that there was no reason to worry, however, after waiting a couple more days, she contacted the Saratov Committee of Soldiers' Mothers. After the uproar in the press, Ilya suddenly called his father and said that everything was fine with him, he was in Rostov, and he didn’t know how his documents got to Ukraine. A mysterious detail: on August 21, and then on August 26, after the press conference, a local district police officer came to see the Maximovs and was interested in their son. “I asked him why he came to me with such a question, he replied that he had received instructions from the FSB,” Ilya’s mother told the magazine. The secretary of the Saratov Committee of Soldiers' Mothers, Lidiya Sviridova, was unable to comment on the visits of the district police officer. Russian mess again?

Suddenly I saw my documents on the Internet younger brother Ivana Barnaul resident Dmitry Tkachenko. Ivan also serves in the 76th division, but he is a conscript soldier. “The last time I spoke with him was on August 16, there was no talk of any exercises or a trip to Ukraine,” Dmitry said over the phone in a muffled voice. “Then his phone was turned off all the time.” Dmitry also first rushed to the military registration and enlistment office, where they tried to calm him down, and then to the Committee of Soldiers' Mothers: at the time the number was submitted, information about the missing conscript Ivan Tkachenko had not appeared.

According to the law, conscripts can be sent to “hot spots” after 4 months of service - the corresponding decree was signed by Vladimir Putin on February 11, 2013 (Ivan Tkachenko was drafted into the army last year). But it seems that even the 4-month rule is not always observed: Valentina Melnikova told The New Times about the forcible sending of conscripts to Ukraine. According to her, one of the servicemen from the Ryazan airborne division, called up in the spring of 2014, sent an SMS to his mother from the training ground in Gukovo, Rostov region, saying that they were being forced to sign a contract: “Colonel Medinsky gathered us and said: “Sign the contract, we will send you to Lugansk. If you don’t sign, I’ll sign for you myself,” the fighter quotes Melnikov. However, according to the human rights activist, no one approached her with an official statement about this story. As Alexander Golts notes, if the fact of sending conscripts to Ukraine is confirmed, this will mean that Russia simply does not have the resources to carry out a full-scale operation: “We are told that the number of contract soldiers by January 1, 2015 should be 250 thousand people, including The Airborne Forces must take over the contract entirely, Marines and special forces. The use of conscripts imposes gigantic restrictions: the level of discipline, motivation, combat training is completely different, in addition, conscripts must be changed every six months - no occupation is possible in this situation.”

Paratrooper Leonid Kichatkin - his relatives never found out where and how he died / photo: from the website www.vk.com

Russians surrender

Around the same days, a column of the 331st regiment of the 98th Guards Svir Airborne Division crossed the Russian-Ukrainian border (the division itself is located in Ivanovo, the 331st regiment is stationed in Kostroma). On August 25, 10 fighters who strayed from the column were detained near the village of Zerkalnoye, Donetsk region. This time they had no documents with them, but they had numbered badges, which are issued when going on a combat mission - to make it easier to identify the bodies in the event of death. On August 28, it became known that two more soldiers from the Ulyanovsk 31st Separate Guards Air Assault Brigade had been detained.

In videos posted on the Internet, captured soldiers say that they were sent for training, did not know that they had crossed the border of Ukraine, and realized this only when they started shooting at them. Paratroopers from Kostroma said that on August 16, a gathering was announced in their unit, they were told that they were going on a business trip to the Rostov region. As Lyudmila Khokhlova, head of the Kostroma Committee of Soldiers' Mothers, told The New Times, it was on the 16th-17th that their relatives last spoke to them. The next day they boarded the trains along with military equipment and 4 days later we arrived in the Rostov region. A tent camp was set up there, experts examined the equipment, and the numbers on the vehicles were covered up and white circles were painted in their place - supposedly so that during bilateral exercises the alleged enemy could be recognized. Having made another forced march of 500 km, on the night of August 24, the battalion crossed the border with Ukraine in the south of the Donetsk region.

The Russian Ministry of Defense, and then President Putin, recognized the detainees as Russian military personnel, saying that they got lost while patrolling the border. This version, however, raises doubts: the soldiers themselves boasted on their VKontakte pages that they were going to Ukraine: “They are sending me to Rostov again. To war. Wet the Maidan,” wrote Corporal Ivan Milchakov on his VKontakte page. “They simply had such preparations - what to say in case of capture,” a source in the Ukrainian army familiar with the details of the detention told The New Times. “Otherwise, why would they put DPR flags on their cars?” It also seems strange that airborne troops suddenly began patrolling the border: “We have a border service for this, why on earth were paratroopers suddenly assigned to do this?” — asks Alexander Golts.

On vacation for the fight

As in February-March of this year in Crimea, in Donbass Russian troops officially no, although numerous evidence contradicts this. At first it was believed that only GRU special forces blocked Ukrainian military units in Crimea, but the awarding of the Order of Suvorov to the 76th Airborne Division indicates the opposite. “This may well be a general army operation, carrying out the tasks set by the country’s leadership using regular troops,” says Alexander Golts. “GRU officers cannot plan and conduct combined arms operations; they are more focused on some short, targeted sabotage.” However, the war still remains undeclared, and permission to use troops abroad, issued to Vladimir Putin by the Federation Council on the eve of the Crimean campaign, was revoked on June 25. “No one told us on what basis these military actions were being carried out, no one saw any order,” Valentina Melnikova is indignant. - And if it’s some kind of secret operation, then why are ordinary paratroopers participating in it? This is a special forces job!” However, as a special services historian explained to the magazine, former GRU special forces officer Boris Volodarsky, the GRU or the FSB may well use ordinary airborne units to carry out their tasks: “When I served in the special forces, we trained at airborne bases,” he says. “In the USSR, ordinary military personnel were often sent on special missions to Egypt, Angola, and Vietnam,” Alexander Golts confirms Volodarsky’s words. “Moreover, any Soviet military man dreamed of being on such a business trip, because they paid a good daily allowance.” The assumption that financial interests also drove the fighters to Ukraine is confirmed by the deputy platoon commander of the 95th brigade of the Ukrainian Armed Forces, Igor Skochko: according to him, during interrogation, the paratroopers admitted that their rate was $100 per day.

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“They are sending me to Rostov again. To war. Wet the Maidan,” wrote Corporal Ivan Milchakov on his VKontakte page

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According to experts, in the USSR, such tasks could be carried out by the GRU and the KGB, and in today’s Russia, active operations, or, in the jargon of intelligence officers, “active”, belong to the sphere of activity of the same GRU and the SVR, which left the KGB (responsible for non-CIS countries) and FSB (CIS countries and Russia). “They can act in parallel, coordinating their work, although an operational group for eastern Ukraine has probably already been created, which has a supervisor in the presidential administration,” suggests Boris Volodarsky, recalling that in the 1920-1930s, Group X was created in the NKVD , who was engaged civil war in Spain, and Group Z, which was responsible for the war in China. “There is no doubt that all decisions are made in the Kremlin,” says Boris Volodarsky. In the event of an operation, the first person of the state gives a top secret instruction to the head of the GRU, who, in turn, signs the order to the deputy for the relevant unit, who sends it to the head of the required department. The head of the operational department selects military units, who will be sent on assignment, confirming their proposals with management.

A separate question is how to explain to relatives the death of military personnel, since officially there are no military actions. It was not possible to contact the relatives of the dead paratroopers to clarify this. “If a serviceman died during a training exercise, as was reported for many of those killed originally from Dagestan, the Military Prosecutor’s Office is obliged to open a criminal case,” explains Valentina Melnikova. — No case has been opened yet. If he died in execution, we would like to know what kind of order it was, who signed it, and during what task the person died. There cannot be any combat missions on Russian territory; we supposedly do not wage war abroad.” However, if we are talking about a special operation, the information may not be disclosed: “It is enough to simply write “died in action.” combat mission“Without explaining where and under what circumstances,” says Alexander Golts, “the family of the deceased will receive the same benefits and payments as if it were a regular war.” Valentina Melnikova does not agree with Golts: “We have information that the paratroopers sent to Ukraine wrote retroactive dismissal reports, in this case, no payments are due to relatives, so we will hear about them again when they understand this.” Her words were indirectly confirmed by the Prime Minister of the self-proclaimed Donetsk People's Republic Alexander Zakharchenko, who stated in an interview with the Rossiya-24 TV channel that Russian soldiers who took leave for this purpose are fighting in the ranks of the DPR army. One thing is unknown - how long will the soldiers of the Russian Armed Forces return from leave in zinc and when will Moscow recognize the facts that have become obvious to the world.

Alexander Tamonikov

Soldiers of the undeclared war

I dedicate it to the bright memory of Olga Suvorova, who untimely left those who sincerely loved her, with an expression of deepest sorrow!

And he decided to leave the room. Hiding behind a woman.

His plans were not destined to come true.

As soon as he was in the corridor, someone shouted his name to the left. The bandit sharply deployed a human shield towards the voice, ordering:

Back, special! Get out of sight, or I'll blow the woman's skull off! Well?

Well, the geek wanted to get me? Get it! Here I am! Came as promised.

Are you thinking of taking me alive? And don't dream. I won't give you that kind of pleasure.

And, taking a step to the side, the bandit snatched an F-1 defensive grenade from his belt. But he didn’t have time to pull out the safety pin ring. The first bullet fired by the special forces commander broke one arm, the second the other, the third, shattering the knee, felled the bandit. And then the silencer of the machine gun of the one who first called out to him from the left hit his head.

The special forces commander approached the bandit writhing in pain, ordering his subordinates:

Remove the bastard!..

We miss you all, special forces?

The officer glanced at the overly painted young woman. She coquettishly tilted her head, lowering her long, flowing golden hair onto the table, while simultaneously showing her half-bare lush breasts. The lieutenant colonel, shaking off the ashes, finished the last glass, ignoring the lady’s question, made an order:

Please, take another bottle of Ararat with you and,” he looked at the half-empty pack of cigarettes, “two Parliaments!”

The woman did not move from her place, asking:

Isn't it bad for the night, Andrey?

What is not harmful in this life, Luda?

You do not know?

No! That's why I ask.

The waitress sighed:

Love, Lieutenant Colonel! And especially lonely men, deprived of female affection!

Where can I get it, love?

Lyudmila leaned towards the officer, quietly saying:

And you look around. Maybe you'll notice her?

The officer smiled:

Are you talking about yourself, girl?

What if it does?

You, Luda, sorry for the directness, are not my type. So I’d rather have some cognac for bedtime!

The waitress looked at the lieutenant colonel with a mocking glance, in which, however, she was unable to hide the bitterness of her wounded pride.

Well, well, there will be some cognac for you. And there will be cigarettes. You're just a fool, Kudreev! For me, do you know how many men are drying up? Half a garrison, if not more! And everyone would consider it happiness to just spend an evening with me! And you?..

I am not everyone. And let's leave it at that.

The lieutenant colonel turned around and walked straight to the bar, without swaying, despite the bottle he had drunk during the evening.

He had already taken cognac and cigarettes when his deputy and chief of staff of the detachment, Lieutenant Colonel Shchukin, entered the cafe:

Where are you, Andrey Pavlovich? And I'm looking for you...

Let's go to headquarters, we have something to do!

After the lieutenant colonel left, the woman went to the window, parted the tulle, looked at the officers leaving into the night, and said:

Nothing, Kudreev! You will be mine, you will be! And you come running after me when you feel the taste. Then I’ll take it out on you, Andryushenka!

The bartender asked from the counter:

Why are you there, Lyudka, frozen at the window? Did you put a special forces eye on the shelf? In vain! Did he give in to you? These guys are temporary people in every way. If they don’t transfer you somewhere soon, then they’ll shoot you on the way out, that’s the kind of service they have! Did you mention there that your chief of finance disappeared to the training ground?

What do you care?

How is this what? You are alone today, I am alone too! Both are full of desire, so why hold back? The moment is more than right, the house is free, everything is not in the storeroom, on the old sofa... huh, Lud?

Fuck you...

She walked away from the window, lit a long, thin cigarette, and looked through the cloud of smoke at the lustful face of the bartender:

Although... why not?

Quickly clean up the hall, while I remove the cash register, we'll take some champagne, and everything will be bang-bang, dear!

On the street, Kudreev asked the chief of staff:

What, connection with the Center?

And why, Andrey, have you gotten into trouble today?

God knows, Vitya! Somehow my soul felt dreary, I decided to unwind.

Dispelled?

Yeah! I swallowed half a liter - and not a single eye. Here's another bottle I took to catch up at home, but apparently, even without alcohol, the authorities won't be able to catch up, since they're calling at such a time.

That's for sure.

Shchukin looked at the commander:

And I thought that you had dropped in there to have an affair with Lyudka the waitress!

What are you talking about?

If I were single, I certainly wouldn't miss this miniskirt!

To each his own. All right, come, finish the market.

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