The history of the sniper Yakut Volodya. Forgotten sniper Volodya "Yakut". Making a fateful decision

18-year-old Yakut Volodya from a distant deer camp was a hunter-salter. It had to happen that he came to Yakutsk for salt and cartridges, accidentally saw in the dining room on TV piles of corpses of Russian soldiers on the streets of Grozny, smoking tanks and some words about "Dudaev's snipers." It hit Volodya in the head, so much so that the hunter returned to the camp, took his earned money, and sold the washed gold. He took his grandfather's rifle and all the cartridges, stuffed the icon of Saint Nicholas into his bosom and went to fight.

It’s better not to remember how he was driving, how he was in the bullpen, how many times they took away a rifle. But, nevertheless, a month later the Yakut Volodya arrived in Grozny.

Volodya heard only about one general who was regularly fighting in Chechnya, and he began to look for him in the February thaw. Finally, the Yakut was lucky, and he got to the headquarters of General Rokhlin.

The only document besides his passport was a handwritten certificate from the military commissar stating that Vladimir Kolotov, a hunter-trader by profession, was going to war, signed by the military commissar. The paper, which got worn out on the way, had already saved his life more than once.

Rokhlin, surprised that someone came to the war of his own free will, ordered the Yakut to let him in.

– Excuse me, please, are you that General Rokhlya? Volodya asked respectfully.

“Yes, I am Rokhlin,” the tired general replied, peering inquisitively at a short man dressed in a worn padded jacket, with a backpack and a rifle on his back.

“I was told that you came to the war on your own. For what purpose, Kolotov?

- I saw on TV how our Chechens were from sniper teams. I can't stand it, Comrade General. It's embarrassing, though. So I came to bring them down. You don't need money, you don't need anything. I, Comrade General Rokhlya, will myself go hunting at night. Let them show me the place where they will put the cartridges and food, and I will do the rest myself. If I get tired, I’ll come back in a week, sleep in a warm day and go again. You don't need a walkie-talkie and all that ... it's hard.

Surprised, Rokhlin nodded his head.

- Take, Volodya, at least a new SVDashka. Give him a rifle!

- No need, Comrade General, I'm going out into the field with my scythe. Just give me some ammo, I only have 30 left now...

So Volodya began his war, a sniper one.

He slept for a day in headquarters kungs, despite the mine attacks and the terrible firing of artillery. I took cartridges, food, water and went on the first "hunt". They forgot about him at headquarters. Only reconnaissance regularly brought cartridges, food and, most importantly, water to the agreed place every three days. Each time I was convinced that the parcel had disappeared.

The radio operator-"interceptor" was the first to remember Volodya at a meeting of the headquarters.

- Lev Yakovlevich, the "Czechs" panic on the air. They say that the Russians, that is, we, have a certain black sniper who works at night, boldly walks through their territory and shamelessly brings down their personnel. Maskhadov even appointed 30 thousand dollars for his head. His handwriting is like this - this fellow of the Chechens hits exactly in the eye. Why only in the eye - the dog knows him ...

And then the staff remembered the Yakut Volodya.

“He regularly takes food and ammunition from the cache,” the head of intelligence reported.

- And so we didn’t exchange a word with him, we didn’t even see him even once. Well, how did he leave you then to the other side ...

One way or another, they noted in the summary that our snipers also give their snipers a light. Because Volodin's work gave such results - from 16 to 30 people laid the fisherman with a shot in the eye.

The Chechens figured out that the federals had a hunter-hunter on Minutka Square. And since the main events of those terrible days took place on this square, a whole detachment of Chechen volunteers came out to catch the sniper.

Then, in February 1995, at Minutka, thanks to Rokhlin's cunning plan, our troops had already crushed almost three-quarters of the personnel of the so-called "Abkhazian" battalion of Shamil Basayev. The carbine of the Yakut Volodya also played a significant role here. Basayev promised a gold Chechen star to anyone who would bring the corpse of a Russian sniper. But the nights passed in an unsuccessful search. Five volunteers walked along the front line in search of Volodya's "beds", set up streamers wherever he could appear in direct line of sight of his positions. However, it was a time when groups, on both sides, broke through the enemy’s defenses and deeply wedged into its territory. Sometimes so deep that there was no longer any chance to break out to their own. But Volodya slept during the day under the roofs and in the cellars of houses. The bodies of the Chechens - the night "work" of the sniper - were buried the next day.

Then, tired of losing 20 people every night, Basayev called out from the reserves in the mountains a master of his craft, a teacher from a camp for training young shooters, an Arab sniper Abubakar. Volodya and Abubakar could not but meet in a night battle, such are the laws of sniper warfare.

And they met two weeks later. More precisely, Abubakar hooked Volodya with a drill rifle. A powerful bullet that once in Afghanistan killed Soviet paratroopers right through at a distance of one and a half kilometers, pierced the padded jacket and slightly hooked the arm, just below the shoulder. Volodya, feeling the rush of a hot wave of oozing blood, realized that the hunt for him had finally begun.

The buildings on the opposite side of the square, or rather their ruins, merged into a single line in Volodya's optics. “What flashed, optics?” thought the hunter, and he knew cases when a sable saw a sight sparkling in the sun and went home. The place he chose was located under the roof of a five-story residential building. Snipers always like to be at the top to see everything. And he lay under the roof - under a sheet of old tin, a wet snowy rain did not wet, which then went on, then stopped.

Abubakar tracked down Volodya only on the fifth night - tracked down his pants. The fact is that the Yakut pants were ordinary, wadded. This is American camouflage, which was often worn by Chechens, impregnated with a special composition, in which the uniform was indistinctly visible in night vision devices, and the domestic uniform shone with a bright light green light. So Abubakar "figured out" the Yakut in the powerful night optics of his "Bur", made to order by English gunsmiths back in the 70s.

One bullet was enough, Volodya rolled out from under the roof and painfully fell back onto the steps of the stairs. “The main thing is that he didn’t break the rifle,” the sniper thought.

- Well, that means a duel, yes, Mr. Chechen sniper! - Said to himself mentally without emotion Yakut.

Volodya deliberately stopped shredding the "Chechen order". The neat row of 200s with his sniper "autograph" on his eye stopped. “Let them believe that I have been killed,” Volodya decided.

He himself only did what he looked out for, where did the enemy sniper get to him from.
Two days later, already in the afternoon, he found Abubakar's "couch". He also lay under the roof, under the half-bent roofing sheet on the other side of the square. Volodya would not have noticed him if the Arab sniper had not given out a bad habit - he smoked marijuana. Once every two hours, Volodya caught in the optics a light bluish haze that rose above the roofing sheet and was immediately blown away by the wind.

"So I found you, abrek! You can't do without drugs! Good...", the Yakut hunter thought triumphantly, he did not know that he was dealing with an Arab sniper who had gone through both Abkhazia and Karabakh. But Volodya did not want to kill him just like that, shooting through the roofing sheet. Snipers did not do this, and fur hunters did not.

“Well, you smoke lying down, but you will have to get up to go to the toilet,” Volodya decided coolly and began to wait.

Only three days later he figured out that Abubakar crawls out from under the sheet to the right side, and not to the left, quickly does the job and returns to the "couch". In order to "get" the enemy, Volodya had to change his position at night. He could not do anything again, because any new roofing sheet would immediately give away his new location. But Volodya found two fallen logs from the rafters with a piece of tin a little to the right, about fifty meters from his point. The place was excellent for shooting, but very uncomfortable for a "couch". For two more days, Volodya looked out for the sniper, but he did not show up. Volodya had already decided that the enemy was gone for good, when the next morning he suddenly saw that he had "opened up". Three seconds to aim with a slight exhalation, and the bullet went to the target. Abubakar was struck on the spot in the right eye. For some reason, against the impact of a bullet, he fell flat from the roof into the street. A large, greasy stain of blood spread through the mud on the square of the Dudayev Palace, where an Arab sniper was struck down by a single hunter's bullet.

“Well, I got you,” Volodya thought without any enthusiasm or joy. He realized that he must continue his fight, showing a characteristic handwriting. To prove thereby that he is alive, and that the enemy did not kill him a few days ago.

Volodya peered into the optics at the motionless body of the slain enemy. Nearby, he also saw the "Bur", which, he did not recognize, since he had not seen such rifles before. In a word, a hunter from the remote taiga!

And here he was surprised: the Chechens began to crawl out into the open to pick up the sniper's body. Volodya took aim. Three men came out and bent over the body.

“Let them pick it up and carry it, then I’ll start shooting!” - Volodya triumphed.

The Chechens really raised the body together. Three shots were fired. Three bodies fell on the dead Abubakar.

Four more Chechen volunteers jumped out of the ruins and, throwing away the bodies of their comrades, tried to pull the sniper out. From the outside, a Russian machine gun fired, but the queues lay a little higher, without harming the hunched over Chechens.

Four more shots rang out, almost merging into one. Four more corpses had already formed a heap.

Volodya killed 16 militants that morning. He did not know that Basayev had given the order to get the Arab's body at all costs before it began to get dark. He had to be sent to the mountains to be buried there before sunrise, as an important and respectable Mujahideen.

A day later, Volodya returned to Rokhlin's headquarters. The general immediately received him as an honored guest. The news of the duel of two snipers has already spread around the army.

- Well, how are you, Volodya, tired? Do you want to go home?

Volodya warmed his hands at the "potbelly stove".

- That's it, Comrade General, you've done your job, it's time to go home. Spring work begins at the camp. The military commissar let me go only for two months. My two younger brothers worked for me all this time. It's time and honor to know...

Rokhlin nodded his head in understanding.

- Take a good rifle, my chief of staff will draw up the documents ...

- Why, I have a grandfather's. - Volodya lovingly hugged the old carbine.

The general did not dare to ask the question for a long time. But curiosity took over.

How many enemies did you kill, did you count? They say more than a hundred ... the Chechens were talking.

Volodya lowered his eyes.

- 362 militants, comrade general.

- Well, go home, we can handle it ourselves now ...

- Comrade General, if anything, call me again, I'll deal with the work and come a second time!

On the face of Volodya, frank concern for the entire Russian Army was read.

- By God, I'll come!

The Order of Courage found Volodya Kolotov six months later. On this occasion, the whole collective farm celebrated, and the military commissar allowed the sniper to go to Yakutsk to buy new boots - the old ones had worn out in Chechnya. A hunter stepped on some pieces of iron.

On the day when the whole country learned about the death of General Lev Rokhlin, Volodya also heard about what had happened on the radio. He drank alcohol for three days at the zaimka. He was found drunk in a makeshift hut by other hunters who returned from fishing. Volodya kept repeating drunk:
- Nothing, Comrade General Rokhlya, if necessary, we will come, just tell me ...

After the departure of Vladimir Kolotov to his homeland, scum in officer uniforms sold his data to Chechen terrorists, who he is, where he came from, where he went, etc. The Yakut Sniper inflicted too many losses on the evil spirits.

Vladimir was killed by a 9mm round. pistol in his yard, while chopping wood. The criminal case was never opened.

For the first time, I heard the legend of Volodya the sniper, or, as he was also called, Yakut (and the nickname is so textured that it even migrated to the famous television series about those days) I heard in 1995. They told it in different ways, along with the legends of the Eternal Tank, the girl-Death and other army folklore. Moreover, the most surprising thing is that in the story about Volodya the sniper, in an amazing way, there was an almost letter-like similarity with the story of the great Zaitsev, who put Hans, a major, head of the Berlin school of snipers in Stalingrad. To be honest, I then perceived it as ... well, let's say, as folklore - on a halt - and I believed it, and I did not believe it. Then there was a lot of things, as, indeed, in any war, which you won’t believe, but turns out to be TRUE. Life is generally more complicated and more unexpected than any fiction.

Later, in the year 2003-2004, one of my friends and comrades-in-arms told me that he personally knew this guy, and that he really WAS. Whether there was that same duel with Abubakar, and whether the Czechs really had such a super sniper, to be honest, I don’t know, they had enough serious snipers, and especially in the Air Campaign. And the weapons were serious, including the South African SWR, and cereals (including the B-94 prototypes, which were just going into the pre-series, the spirits already had them, and with the numbers of the first hundreds - Pakhomych would not let you lie.

How they got them is a separate story, but nevertheless, the Czechs had such trunks. Yes, and they themselves made semi-handicraft SWR near Grozny.)

Volodya-Yakut really worked alone, worked exactly as described - in the eye. And his rifle was exactly the one that was described - the old Mosin three-ruler of pre-revolutionary production, still with a faceted breech and a long barrel - an infantry model of 1891.

The real name of Volodya-Yakut is Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, originally from the village of Iengra in Yakutia. However, he himself is not a Yakut, but an Evenk.

At the end of the First Campaign, he was patched up in the hospital, and since he was officially a nobody and there was no way to call him, he simply went home.

By the way, his combat score is most likely not exaggerated, but underestimated ... Moreover, no one kept accurate records, and the sniper himself did not particularly brag about them.

Rokhlin, Lev Yakovlevich

From December 1, 1994 to February 1995, he headed the 8th Guards Army Corps in Chechnya. Under his leadership, a number of districts of Grozny were captured, including the presidential palace. On January 17, 1995, Generals Lev Rokhlin and Ivan Babichev were appointed to the military command for contacts with Chechen field commanders in order to cease fire.

The assassination of a general

On the night of July 2-3, 1998, he was found murdered at his own dacha in the village of Klokovo, Naro-Fominsk district, Moscow region. According to the official version, his wife, Tamara Rokhlina, shot at the sleeping Rokhlin, the reason was a family quarrel.

In November 2000, the Naro-Fominsk City Court found Tamara Rokhlina guilty of premeditated murder of her husband. In 2005, Tamara Rokhlina applied to the ECtHR, complaining about the long pre-trial detention and the protracted trial. The complaint was satisfied, with the award of monetary compensation (8000 euros). After a new consideration of the case, on November 29, 2005, the Naro-Fominsk City Court for the second time found Rokhlina guilty of the murder of her husband and sentenced her to four years of probation, appointing her also a probationary period of 2.5 years.

During the investigation of the murder in the forest belt near the crime scene, three charred corpses were found. According to the official version, their death occurred shortly before the assassination of the general, and has nothing to do with him. However, many of Rokhlin's associates believed that they were real killers, who were eliminated by the Kremlin's special services, "covering their tracks"

For participation in the Chechen campaign, he was presented to the highest honorary title of Hero of the Russian Federation, but refused to accept this title, saying that he "has no moral right to receive this award for military operations on the territory of his own country"

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Historical persons, Army history

Volodya Kolosov. Yakut sniper. Callsign "Yakut". (hero of the first Chechen)

Volodya did not have a walkie-talkie, there were no new "bells and whistles" in the form of dry alcohol, drinking straws and other junk. There was not even unloading, he did not take the body armor himself. Volodya had only an old grandfather's hunting carbine with captured German optics, 30 rounds of ammunition, a flask of water and cookies in the pocket of a padded jacket. Yes, there was a shabby hat. The boots, however, were good, after last year's fishing, he bought them at a fair in Yakutsk, right on the rafting from Lena from some visiting merchants.

This is how he fought for the third day.

An 18-year-old Yakut from a distant reindeer camp. It had to happen that he came to Yakutsk for salt and cartridges, accidentally saw in the dining room on TV piles of corpses of Russian soldiers on the streets of Grozny, smoking tanks and some words about "Dudaev's snipers". It hit Volodya in the head, so much so that the hunter returned to the camp, took his earned money, and sold the washed gold. He took his grandfather's rifle and all the cartridges, stuffed the icon of Saint Nicholas into his bosom and went to fight the Yakuts for the Russian cause.

It’s better not to remember how he was driving, how he was in the bullpen three times, how many times the rifle was taken away. But, nevertheless, a month later the Yakut Volodya arrived in Grozny.

Volodya heard only about one general who was regularly fighting in Chechnya, and he began to look for him in the February thaw. Finally, the Yakut was lucky, and he got to the headquarters of General Rokhlin.

the photo is off topic - but the ceremonial portrait of the general is not ice at all

The only document besides his passport was a handwritten certificate from the military commissar stating that Vladimir Kolotov, a hunter-trader by profession, was going to war, signed by the military commissar. The paper, which got worn out on the way, had already saved his life more than once.

Rokhlin, surprised that someone came to the war of his own free will, ordered the Yakut to let him in.

Volodya, squinting at the dim light bulbs flashing from the generator, which made his slanting eyes even more blurry, like a bear, went sideways into the basement of the old building, which temporarily housed the general's headquarters.

– Excuse me, please, are you that General Rokhlya? Volodya asked respectfully.

“Yes, I am Rokhlin,” the tired general replied, peering inquisitively at a small man dressed in a worn padded jacket, with a backpack and a rifle on his back.

“Do you want tea, hunter?”

Thank you, Comrade General. Haven't had a hot drink in three days. I won't refuse.

Volodya took out his iron mug from his backpack and handed it to the general. Rokhlin himself poured him tea to the brim.

“I was told that you came to the war on your own. For what purpose, Kolotov?

- I saw on TV how our Chechens were from sniper teams. I can't stand it, Comrade General. It's embarrassing, though. So I came to bring them down. You don't need money, you don't need anything. I, Comrade General Rokhlya, will myself go hunting at night. Let them show me the place where they will put the cartridges and food, and I will do the rest myself. If I get tired, I’ll come back in a week, sleep in a warm day and go again. You don't need a walkie-talkie and all that ... it's hard.

Surprised Rokhlin nodded his head.

- Take, Volodya, at least a new SVDashka. Give him a rifle!

- No need, Comrade General, I'm going out into the field with my scythe. Just give me some ammo, I only have 30 left now...

So Volodya began his war, a sniper one.

He slept for a day in headquarters kungs, despite the mine attacks and the terrible firing of artillery. I took cartridges, food, water and went on the first "hunt". They forgot about him at headquarters. Only reconnaissance regularly brought cartridges, food and, most importantly, water to the agreed place every three days. Each time I was convinced that the parcel had disappeared.

The radio operator-"interceptor" was the first to remember Volodya at a meeting of the headquarters.

- Lev Yakovlevich, the "Czechs" panic on the air. They say that the Russians, that is, we, have a certain black sniper who works at night, boldly walks through their territory and shamelessly brings down their personnel. Maskhadov even appointed 30 thousand dollars for his head. His handwriting is like this - this fellow of the Chechens hits exactly in the eye. Why only in the eye - the dog knows him ...

And then the staff remembered the Yakut Volodya.

“He regularly takes food and ammunition from the cache,” the head of intelligence reported.

- And so we didn’t exchange a word with him, we didn’t even see him even once. Well, how did he leave you then to the other side ...

One way or another, they noted in the summary that our snipers also give their snipers a light. Because Volodin's work gave such results - from 16 to 30 people per night laid the fisherman with a shot in the eye.

The Chechens figured out that a Russian fisherman had appeared on Minutka Square. And just as all the events of those terrible days took place on this square, a whole detachment of Chechen volunteers came out to catch the sniper.

Then, in February 1995, at Minutka, thanks to Rokhlin's cunning plan, the "Abkhazian" battalion of Shamil Basayev had already ground almost three-quarters of the personnel. The carbine of the Yakut Volodya also played a significant role here.

Basayev promised a gold Chechen star to anyone who would bring the corpse of a Russian sniper. But the nights passed in an unsuccessful search. Five volunteers walked along the front line in search of Volodya's "beds", set up streamers wherever he could appear in direct line of sight of his positions. However, it was a time when groups, on both sides, broke through the enemy’s defenses and deeply wedged into its territory. Sometimes so deep that there was no longer any chance to break out to their own. But Volodya slept during the day under the roofs and in the cellars of houses. The bodies of the Chechens - the night "work" of the sniper - were buried the next day.

Then, tired of losing 20 people every night, Basayev called out from the reserves in the mountains the master of his craft, a teacher from the camp for training young shooters, the Arab sniper Abubakar. Volodya and Abubakar could not but meet in a night battle, such are the laws of sniper warfare.

And they met two weeks later. More precisely, Abubakar hooked Volodya with a drill rifle. A powerful bullet that once in Afghanistan killed Soviet paratroopers right through at a distance of one and a half kilometers, pierced the padded jacket and slightly hooked the arm, just below the shoulder. Volodya, feeling the rush of a hot wave of oozing blood, realized that the hunt for him had finally begun.

The buildings on the opposite side of the square, or rather their ruins, merged into a single line in Volodya's optics.

“What sparkled, optics?” thought the hunter, and he knew cases when a sable saw a sight sparkling in the sun and went home. The place he chose was located under the roof of a five-story residential building.

Snipers always like to be at the top to see everything. And he lay under the roof - under a sheet of old tin, a wet snowy rain did not wet, which then went on, then stopped.

Abubakar tracked down Volodya only on the fifth night - tracked down his pants. The fact is that the Yakut pants were ordinary, wadded. This is the American camouflage worn by the Chechens, impregnated with a special composition, in which the uniform was invisible in night vision devices, and the domestic one glowed with a bright light green light. So Abubakar "calculated" the Yakut into the powerful night optics of his "Bur", made to order by English gunsmiths back in the 70s.

One bullet was enough, Volodya rolled out from under the roof and painfully fell back onto the steps of the stairs. “The main thing is that he didn’t break the rifle,” the sniper thought.

- Well, that means a duel, yes, Mr. Chechen sniper! - Said to himself mentally without emotion Yakut.

Volodya deliberately stopped shredding the "Chechen order".

The neat row of 200s with his sniper "autograph" on his eye stopped.

“Let them believe that I have been killed,” Volodya decided.

He himself only did what he looked out for, where did the enemy sniper get to him from.

Two days later, already in the afternoon, he found Abubakar's "couch". He also lay under the roof, under the half-bent roofing sheet on the other side of the square. Volodya would not have noticed him if the Arab sniper had not given out a bad habit - he smoked marijuana. Once every two hours, Volodya caught in the optics a light bluish haze that rose above the roofing sheet and was immediately blown away by the wind.

“So I found you, abrek! You can’t do without drugs! Well ...,” the Yakut hunter thought triumphantly, he did not know that he was dealing with an Arab sniper who had passed both Abkhazia and Karabakh. But Volodya did not want to kill him just like that, shooting through the roofing sheet. Snipers did not do this, and fur hunters did not.

“Well, you smoke lying down, but you will have to get up to go to the toilet,” Volodya decided coolly and began to wait.

Only three days later he figured out that Abubakar crawls out from under the sheet to the right side, and not to the left, quickly does the job and returns to the "couch". In order to "get" the enemy, Volodya had to change the shooting point at night. He couldn't do anything again; any new roofing sheet would immediately give away a new sniper position.

But Volodya found two fallen logs from the rafters with a piece of tin a little to the right, about fifty meters from his point. The place was excellent for shooting, but very uncomfortable for a "couch". For two more days, Volodya looked out for the sniper, but he did not show up. Volodya had already decided that the enemy had left for good, when the next morning he suddenly saw that he had "opened up".

Three seconds to aim with a slight exhalation, and the bullet went to the target.

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Abubakar was struck on the spot in the right eye. For some reason, against the impact of a bullet, he fell flat from the roof into the street. A large, oily stain of blood spread through the mud on the square of the Dudayev Palace, where an Arab sniper was struck down by one hunter's bullet.

“Well, I got you,” Volodya thought without any enthusiasm or joy. He realized that he must continue his fight, showing a characteristic handwriting. To prove thereby that he is alive, and that the enemy did not kill him a few days ago.

Volodya peered into the optics at the motionless body of the slain enemy. Nearby, he also saw the "Bur", which, he did not recognize, since he had not seen such rifles before. In a word, a hunter from the remote taiga!

And here he was surprised: the Chechens began to crawl out into the open to pick up the sniper's body. Volodya took aim. Three men came out and bent over the body.

“Let them pick it up and carry it, then I’ll start shooting!” - Volodya triumphed.

The Chechens really lifted the body together. Three shots were fired. Three bodies fell on the dead Abubakar.

Four more Chechen volunteers jumped out of the ruins and, throwing away the bodies of their comrades, tried to pull the sniper out. From the outside, a Russian machine gun fired, but the queues lay a little higher, without harming the hunched over Chechens.

"Oh, mabuta infantry! You're only wasting cartridges ...", thought Volodya.

Four more shots rang out, almost merging into one. Four more corpses had already formed a heap.

Volodya killed 16 militants that morning. He did not know that Basayev had given the order to get the Arab's body at all costs before it began to get dark. He had to be sent to the mountains to be buried there before sunrise, as an important and respectable Mujahideen.

A day later, Volodya returned to Rokhlin's headquarters. The general immediately received him as an honored guest. The news of the duel of two snipers has already spread around the army.

- Well, how are you, Volodya, tired? Do you want to go home?

Volodya warmed his hands at the "potbelly stove".

- That's it, Comrade General, you've done your job, it's time to go home. Spring work begins at the camp. The military commissar let me go only for two months. My two younger brothers worked for me all this time. It's time and honor to know...

Rokhlin nodded his head in understanding.

- Take a good rifle, my chief of staff will draw up the documents ...

- Why, I have a grandfather's. - Volodya lovingly hugged the old carbine.

* Volodya had an upper one - with an old-style faceted breech with a long barrel, an "infantry rifle" of 1891

The general did not dare to ask the question for a long time. But curiosity took over.

How many enemies did you kill, did you count? They say more than a hundred ... the Chechens were talking.

Volodya lowered his eyes.

- 362 people, Comrade General. Rokhlin silently patted the Yakut on the shoulder.

“Go home, we can handle it ourselves now.”

- Comrade General, if anything, call me again, I'll deal with the work and come a second time!

On the face of Volodya, frank concern for the entire Russian Army was read.

- By God, I'll come!

The Order of Courage found Volodya Kolotov six months later. On this occasion, the entire collective farm celebrated, and the military commissar allowed the sniper to go to Yakutsk to buy new boots - the old ones were worn out back in Chechnya. A hunter stepped on some pieces of iron.

On the day when the whole country learned about the death of General Lev Rokhlin, Volodya also heard about what had happened on the radio. He drank alcohol for three days at the zaimka. He was found drunk in a makeshift hut by other hunters who returned from fishing. Volodya kept repeating drunk:

- Nothing, Comrade General Rokhlya, if necessary, we will come, just tell me ...

He was sobered up in a nearby stream, but since then Volodya no longer wore his Order of Courage in public.

The base is from here:

All the rest brazenly copy-paste, adding from themselves.

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Moreover, the most surprising thing is that in the story about Volodya the sniper, in an amazing way, there was an almost letter-like similarity with the story of the great Zaitsev, who put Hans, a major, head of the Berlin school of snipers in Stalingrad. To be honest, I then perceived it as ... well, let's say, as folklore - on a halt - and I believed it, and I did not believe it.

Then there was a lot of things, as, indeed, in any war, which you won’t believe, but turns out to be TRUE. Life is generally more complicated and more unexpected than any fiction.

Later, in the year 2003-2004, one of my friends and comrades-in-arms told me that he personally knew this guy, and that he really WAS. Whether there was that same duel with Abubakar, and whether the Czechs really had such a super-sniper, to be honest, I don’t know, they had enough serious snipers, and especially in the First Campaign. And the weapons were serious, including the South African SWR, and cereals (including the B-94 prototypes, which were just going into the pre-series, the spirits already had them, and with the numbers of the first hundreds - Pakhomych would not let you lie.

How they got them is a separate story, but nevertheless, the Czechs had such trunks. Yes, and they themselves made semi-handicraft SWR near Grozny.)

Volodya-Yakut really worked alone, worked exactly as described - in the eye. And his rifle was exactly the one that was described - the old Mosin three-ruler of pre-revolutionary production, still with a faceted breech and a long barrel - an infantry model of 1891.

The real name of Volodya-Yakut is Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, originally from the village of Iengra in Yakutia. However, he himself is not a Yakut, but an Evenk.

There is a version that he was a real Russian shooter Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov. By nationality, he was allegedly Evenk or Yakut, and representatives of these nationalities are excellent hunters and shooters. Because of his origin, the sniper received the call sign "Yakut".

Legend details

According to the legend spread among the personnel of the Russian army, Volodya Yakut was very young, only 18 years old. They say that he went to fight in Chechnya as a volunteer, and before that he allegedly asked for this "permission" from General Lev Rokhlin. In the military unit, Volodya Yakut chose the Mosin carbine as a personal weapon, choosing for him an optical sight dating back to the Second World War - from the German Mauser 98k.

In general, Vladimir was remarkable for his amazing unpretentiousness and selflessness. He literally plunged into the thick of things. The only request with which Volodya Yakut turned to the soldiers of his unit was to leave him food, water and ammunition in the agreed place. The sniper was famous for some fantastic elusiveness. The Russian military learned about the place of his deployment only from radio intercepts.

The first such place was the square in the city of Grozny called "Minutka". There, the sniper shot at the separatists with amazing efficiency - up to 30 people a day. At the same time, he left something like a “brand name” on the dead. Volodya Yakut hit the victim right in the eye, leaving her no chance of survival. Aslan Maskhadov promised a considerable reward for the murder of Kolotov, and Shamil Basayev - the Order of the CRI.

There are also references to the fact that the elusive Volodya Yakut was shot down by Basayev's mercenary Abubakar. The latter managed to wound a Russian sniper in the hand. Yakut stopped shooting at the Chechens, misleading them about his death. A week later, Kolotov took revenge on the Basayev mercenary for his wound. Togo was found dead in Grozny near the Presidential Palace. The Russian sniper did not calm down after destroying Abubakar. He continued to systematically shoot the Chechens, preventing them from burying the mercenary according to the Muslim tradition until sunset.

After this operation, Yakut reported to the command that he had killed 362 Chechen separatists, and then returned to the location of his unit. Six months later, the sniper left for his homeland. Was awarded an order. According to the main version of the legend, after the assassination of General Rokhlin, Volodya went into a binge and lost his mind. Alternative versions contain the story of a meeting between a sniper and President Medvedev, as well as details of the murder of Yakut by an unknown Chechen fighter.

Real facts

There is no documentary evidence that could confirm the existence of a real person with the name and surname Vladimir Kolotov. There is also no evidence that the person in question was ever awarded an order for courage. On the Internet, you can find photographs of the meeting between Volodya Yakut and Medvedev, but in fact it captures the Siberian Vladimir Maksimov.

In view of all these facts, we have to admit that the story of Volodya Yakut is a completely fictional legend. At the same time, it cannot be denied that in the Russian army there were - and are - both snipers and the same courageous people. Volodya Yakut embodies the collective image of all these fighters. Vasily Zaitsev, Fedor Okhlopkov and many other brave soldiers who fought in Chechnya are considered its prototypes.

Some details of the legend also raise doubts: why on earth an 18-year-old boy abandoned modern weapons in favor of an old rifle; how he was able to get to a meeting with General Rokhlin, etc. All these points point to the fact of the mythologization of the image of the Russian sniper. As an epic hero, supernatural abilities, unparalleled modesty and some kind of fantastic luck are attributed to him. Such heroes inspired Russian soldiers and instilled fear in the enemy.

Later, the legendary sniper became the hero of a number of works of art. One of them is the story "I am a Russian warrior", published in the collection of Alexei Voronin in 1995. The legend is also spreading on the Internet in the form of all kinds of army fables told by "eyewitnesses". http://russian7.ru/post/volodya-ya kut-legendarnyy-snayper-perv/

Many significant events in the life of the state are often covered in legends. There are mythical characters in the First Chechen War. Among them is the sniper Volodya Yakut, who did not know a miss.

There is a version that he was a real Russian shooter Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov. By nationality, he was allegedly Evenk or Yakut, and representatives of these nationalities are excellent hunters and shooters. Because of his origin, the sniper received the call sign "Yakut".

Legend details

According to the legend spread among the personnel of the Russian army, Volodya Yakut was very young, only 18 years old. They say that he went to fight in Chechnya as a volunteer, and before that he allegedly asked for this "permission" from General Lev Rokhlin. In the military unit, Volodya Yakut chose the Mosin carbine as a personal weapon, choosing for him an optical sight dating back to the Second World War - from the German Mauser 98k.

In general, Vladimir was remarkable for his amazing unpretentiousness and selflessness. He literally plunged into the thick of things. The only request with which Volodya Yakut turned to the soldiers of his unit was to leave him food, water and ammunition in the agreed place. The sniper was famous for some fantastic elusiveness. The Russian military learned about the place of his deployment only from radio intercepts.

The first such place was the square in the city of Grozny called "Minutka". There, the sniper shot at the separatists with amazing efficiency - up to 30 people a day. At the same time, he left something like a “brand name” on the dead. Volodya Yakut hit the victim right in the eye, leaving her no chance of survival. Aslan Maskhadov promised a considerable reward for the murder of Kolotov, and Shamil Basayev - the Order of the CRI.

There are also references to the fact that the elusive Volodya Yakut was shot down by Basayev's mercenary Abubakar. The latter managed to wound a Russian sniper in the hand. Yakut stopped shooting at the Chechens, misleading them about his death. A week later, Kolotov took revenge on the Basayev mercenary for his wound. Togo was found dead in Grozny near the Presidential Palace. The Russian sniper did not calm down after destroying Abubakar. He continued to systematically shoot the Chechens, preventing them from burying the mercenary according to the Muslim tradition until sunset.

After this operation, Yakut reported to the command that he had killed 362 Chechen separatists, and then returned to the location of his unit. Six months later, the sniper left for his homeland. Was awarded an order. According to the main version of the legend, after the assassination of General Rokhlin, Volodya went into a binge and lost his mind. Alternative versions contain the story of a meeting between a sniper and President Medvedev, as well as details of the murder of Yakut by an unknown Chechen fighter.

Real facts

There is no documentary evidence that could confirm the existence of a real person with the name and surname Vladimir Kolotov. There is also no evidence that the person in question was ever awarded an order for courage. On the Internet, you can find photographs of the meeting between Volodya Yakut and Medvedev, but in fact it captures the Siberian Vladimir Maksimov.

In view of all these facts, we have to admit that the story of Volodya Yakut is a completely fictional legend. At the same time, it cannot be denied that in the Russian army there were - and are - both snipers and the same courageous people. Volodya Yakut embodies the collective image of all these fighters. Vasily Zaitsev, Fedor Okhlopkov and many other brave soldiers who fought in Chechnya are considered its prototypes.

Some details of the legend also raise doubts: why on earth an 18-year-old boy abandoned modern weapons in favor of an old rifle; how he was able to get to a meeting with General Rokhlin, etc. All these points point to the fact of the mythologization of the image of the Russian sniper. As an epic hero, supernatural abilities, unparalleled modesty and some kind of fantastic luck are attributed to him. Such heroes inspired Russian soldiers and instilled fear in the enemy.

Later, the legendary sniper became the hero of a number of works of art. One of them is the story "I am a Russian warrior", published in the collection of Alexei Voronin in 1995. The legend is also spreading on the Internet in the form of all kinds of army fables told by "eyewitnesses".

At the height of the First Chechen War, during fierce battles for the city of Grozny, the commander of the 8th Guards Corps, General Lev Rokhlin, was informed that some strange guy was asking for his headquarters, and even with an old rifle. The Evenk Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov from the distant Yakut Iengra turned out to be a strange guy. He was wearing a hunting sheepskin coat, and he was carrying a Mosin carbine of the 1891 model, a German sniper scope from the Second World War, a passport and a certificate from the military registration and enlistment office.

Vladimir said that he got to Grozny himself. Once he saw footage from Chechnya on TV: a destroyed city, dead Russian soldiers. Then he took the Mosin carbine, with which his father, and before that, his grandfather went to the taiga to hunt fur-bearing animals, and went to the 8th Corps to the “good general”. Evenk said that on the road he encountered considerable difficulties: they tried to detain him, return him home, but everywhere he was rescued by a certificate from the military commissar that Vladimir was going to war as a volunteer.

General Rokhlin was very surprised by Kolotov's story: in 1995 it was not easy to find a person who of his own free will would go to the hell of Grozny. The shooter received a position as a sniper and a regular Dragunov rifle, but the Evenk refused, saying that it would be more convenient for him with his own "mosquito".

Minutka Square

It is known that snipers in modern warfare do not act alone: ​​usually a whole group “works”, assisted by spotters-observers. This format did not suit Kolotov, he went specifically to hunt for militants. Evenk asked only that the military scouts once a day in the agreed hiding place leave food, water and rifle cartridges for him, and he himself began to prepare ambushes "for the beast."

Russian radio operators had the opportunity to regularly listen to the radio communications of the militants. From them, the command learned what a terrible force the eighteen-year-old hunter from Yakutia had turned into: on Minutka Square he “filmed” fifteen, twenty, or even thirty militants every day. The sniper had a characteristic "handwriting" - all the victims were killed with an exact hit in the eye, as if the hunter wanted to keep the valuable animal fur intact. The successes of Volodya Yakut, as he was called in the federal troops, deprived the Chechen commanders of sleep, because the shooter hit his targets even at night.

They say that valuable rewards were put on Volodya's head: Aslan Maskhadov promised thirty thousand dollars to the murderer of an Evenk, and Shamil Basayev - the star of the Hero of Chechnya. A whole detachment of militants chased the shooter, who looked for the hunter's "rookeries" and set up banners. Despite the promised generous prizes, Volodya Yakut invariably won the game, leaving all the hunters behind his head with a neat bullet hole in his eye.

Duel

In order to destroy the lucky Russian, the Arab master Abubakar was summoned from the rebels' shooting camp. He became famous as a good sniper back in Afghanistan, where he got on the instructions of Pakistani intelligence. Now Abubakar had to hunt for Volodya Yakut in the ruins of Grozny with a powerful rifle, custom-made back in the 1970s. Soon the Arab managed to track down the Russian shooter. Volodya was wounded, but not mortally: a bullet hit his arm. Evenk decided to temporarily stop his hunt for militants so that the rebel commanders would believe that he had been killed.

While Volodya's "mosinka" was silent, he diligently tracked down Abubakar. The master of disguise and street fighting was let down by a small weakness: back in the 1980s, the Arab shooter became addicted to light smoking drugs, and now, even in cold Grozny, he could not deny himself this pleasure. It was by the light haze of a hand-rolled cigarette that Vladimir Kolotov determined where the "rookery" of Abubakr was located. When he had to leave his shelter for a while, Kolotov, with the same accuracy, laid the enemy with a hit in the eye.

To save the body of the mercenary, the rebel commanders sent several battle groups, but all sixteen militants were killed on the spot from the famous Kolotov carbine. Thus ended the duel, in its intensity and entourage reminiscent of the confrontation between Vasily Zaitsev and SS Standartenführer Heinz Thorwald in Stalingrad at the end of 1942.

Path of legend

The day after the duel with Abubakar, Volodya Yakut was with General Rokhlin. There he said that the two-month period for which he was released by the military commissar had expired, and now he needed to return home. The general, who had already heard about Volodya's victories, asked how many "animals" the hunter had destroyed. Evenk replied that in less than two months he managed to kill 362 militants.

This figure ends the main part of the legend about Volodya Yakut. The urban legend, as they are called, was supposed to appear at this difficult time, when it was difficult to figure out who was right and who was wrong. There is no evidence that the Evenk sniper Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov actually existed: other people are depicted in the photographs, and the sniper does not appear in reports and reports either under his real name or under a "code" name. The legend is also continued on the fact that Volodya Kolotov, who returned to his homeland, continued to engage in fur trade and was very upset by the death of General Rokhlin, who was killed in July 1998, refused to wear the Order of Courage.

The story about Volodya Yakut usually ends in the early 2000s, when he was killed in his field by unknown people who allegedly bought information about his whereabouts from Russian special services. Others argue that Vladimir Kolotov did not become a victim of hired killers, but received a reception from President Dmitry Medvedev in 2009, presenting gifts from his people to the head of state. In support of this version, they even cite footage of the delegation from Yakutia, however, this can hardly be considered reliable evidence.

Much in the legend about Volodya Yakut may raise doubts: for example, how did a man armed with a combat rifle get from Yakutia to Grozny, and then take time off from the army and calmly return home? And the details of his confrontation with Abubakar are very much reminiscent of the struggle between Zaitsev and Torvald in Stalingrad.

Was Volodya Yakut really, or not, where he disappeared, it is difficult to say for sure. One thing is indisputable: in 1994-1995 there were people who were ready to courageously defend the peace of their country. The legend of Volodya Yakut tells about all of them.