PART I. Memories of Georgia

PART I

USSR. SERVICE IN THE SOVIET ARMY!
            
              In 1968, in the school №16 in the 9th grade I have studied creativity of Mikhail Lermontov. Just remember the heart of his poem "On the death of the poet!"
              How much respect for Alexander Pushkin - our Great! Russian! People! Poet! and a contempt for the tsarist government (aristocracy, Benkendorf, the gendarmes and so on. d.).
              He began to read with interest, worry about the main character of the novel "A Hero of Our Time" - Pechorin.
              I wonder why he had not married Mary Belle.
              Then it became clear that this passion and love, strong, true - it is faith that by coincidence married another. But it is also loved by - this is only his - Pechorin.
              I sat in the middle row by 1 party with Sasha Zolotussky.
              Once the lesson of literature, which led our teacher Anna, always with enthusiasm, interesting talks about Russian writers, Russian poets and their works and characters, I asked her, a little slyly: "Anna, what is love?"
Anna, 30 years old pretty woman - dark hair, dark eyes, looking at me carefully a few seconds, took my pen and wrote in my notebook: "Love - it is a feeling which ennobles and inspires man. It makes it spiritually beautiful, pushing for a good noble deeds! ".
              We looked at each other with Sasha Zolotussky, we thought pointedly.
But life has shown that it is quite true.
Reading and re-reading the pages of the novel "Hero of Our Time", I wanted to in the future, if I go to serve in the Soviet Army, to get to Georgia, in Tbilisi.
              It seemed almost a pipe dream !!!
And so, after finishing 10 grades in June 1970, in August, I went to work at the plant "Barricades" in the shop number 14, a mechanic. At work in the Soviet period it took 18 years, but on 17 August I was 18.
So November 12, 1970 we will ship in troop train. Where? What? Not a word.
Farewell, dear Volgograd!
              I accompany parents, friends - combatants, favorite cousins Shevchenko: Luda and Nina - their father Michael Panteleevich and my aunt: Faina Shevchenko and M. Frolova Anastasia M., my father Pillars Theodore G. and my mother, Anna M. Stolbov.
              Downloadable about 22:00.
              And we arrived at the station with the regional recruitment center, which is located in our Krasnooktyabrsky area along the avenue of Metallurgists up to the private sector.
              And here we are in the car. Officers in the field, beautiful form, contact friendly, cultured.
              The train starts to move. Vigilantes Yura Ivanov, he has already started working in the police after the service in the Soviet Army, he jumps off the footboard of the car.
Sisters Shevchenko, who, for 17 and 15 years, with love cute waving my hand.
              We recruits shaven, then it was not fashionable, but always in plain clothes looked at the car window.
              Voices: "But Voroshilov district," "But II drove Volgograd!".
Getting ready for dinner.
              Although alcohol is categorically forbidden to take, but savvy work - a mug, glass was enough for everyone.
              The officers gave the command "End", but the rebound is still for us civil - Army real "End" lies ahead!
              According to the army saying that loved to repeat our sergeants in the solar Georgia:
- To honey service did not seem to.
              Yes, I remembered again. One afternoon in July 1969, after the end of grade 9, walk down the street Taraschantseva. From the store to meet me is a classmate Marina Isayeva, very pretty brunette, who sigh for not only some of the 16 school classmates, but also my friend from 31 schools, with which we were in the same class from 5 to 8 and finished with 8 classes.
So meet is beautiful, tanned Marina and tells me: "Fyodor, you did not go with us to the farm."
- Yes, I went to Prutboy on fire for the youth of premilitary age.
- And where you want to serve? - She asks.
- I have a desire to serve in Georgia, in Tbilisi, - I replied.
              Our train was going south. Morning. Mainly cloudy. In the fly flat land on the edges of which are equal to row shelterbelt.
Above ground fog creeps. It seems that the earth breathes. This Rostov region. We passed, the Botaysk.
On the other side of the river Don is Rostov-on-Don. We drove Krasnodar. It is clear - go to the Caucasus. And where to? Is Georgia !? In Tbilisi! No, it's not hard to believe that dreams come true !!!
He recalled how in 1968 accompanied a cousin Anatoly Frolov, who lives in the Soviet area, and serve as he was in the city of Sochi, the commandant's office.
We drove Mineralnye Vody, Stavropol, Grozny. The train rushes to Dagestan. Dawn. To the left of the tier - the Caspian Sea. To the right of the mountain. Handsomely!
The night is coming. Along the mountain burning torches.
In the afternoon, when we stop at the station and begin to leave, wagons shakes - this guys 12-14 years, Caucasians, placed under the cars stones.
They swear station workers in a railway uniform, those snarls.
Perturbed recruits want to punish bullies. But lobbies closed doors. The officers on duty with guns - extremely restrained, calm.
The train is moving on. It seems everything is calm. And here goes the rumor that all of us carry in Georgia!
Somewhere stayed Baku, Republic of Azerbaijan passed. Pleasant excitement - Tbilisi soon.
We arrived in the Georgian capital Tbilisi. But not on the main station. Night, burning spotlights - the right of the cars. The noise of the officers command. Roll inductees. It calls the number of teams.
Loads in the car. We go 15-20 minutes along a cobblestone road in a mountain. We drive to a military unit. As it turned out later, it was built even Cossacks!
We were gathered in a large hall. Sit at the table officers from different cities of Georgia. To the left of the table sits a talkative, cheerful, friendly officer. I hear his name: "Pillars", walk over to the table.
The officer asks:
- Profession?
- Smith.
- Well, to my engineers in Manglisi - he decides.
Again Zalazane in trucks "Ural" man thirty. Going standing.
Trucks fly through the night Tbilisi in different directions. On the 1st floor of the lattice - was surprised. And it is in peacetime.
Let's go, or rather rush through the streets down - up, rocked all the left - right turning.
Somewhere on Grand Avenue are armored personnel carriers and military traffic police. Pride takes over our Soviet Army !!!
We drove over the bridge the river Kura!
Our truck rushes, rushes, and then worked up the winding road, up and up.
It seems that this will not end serpentine. Cold chills us. With us already go Caucasus - Armenians, Georgians, Azerbaijanis, Dagestan.
Serpentine is brightly lit. I look back. In the distance, behind us, a little further, panorama lights night Tbilisi. Dreams come true. I Georgia !!! They went up into the mountains. They passed cottages, village, and then a column of 5-7 truck dives into the darkness, the distance of 150 to 200 meters. Night. Above us the stars shine. In the distance you can see the twinkling lights, a mountain village. With hope you think, perhaps, you are not alone, that's probably it, which we have and which awaits us military town.
But no, we drove side - the terms of rock, dark, illuminated only incident asphalt truck headlights.
Cars stood. Team: "All of the cars. Parking 5 minutes! ".
Again, see the village lights. Well, that's exactly where we're going our. No!
Again, from all sides of the mountain. The road wagging. And so on for 4-5 hours.
And entered Manglisi settlement in 58 kilometers from Tbilisi, go around the park. To the right of the military - no, it's not ours - it's gunners. Our w / h little further. Truck - left, right. Stop officer comes out of the driver's cab. PPC - command and checkpoint. Should the officer with a red armband.
- Here we are, - warmly shake hands with each other officers.
The gates are open. Building on the parade ground. Bath is located near a park in the 300 meters and shower. Lower whites and shape waiting for us at the exit and the characteristic of the Transcaucasus troops Panama. We awkwardly pulls footcloths feet. Dress boots. For a pleasant anxious excitement.
- Come on, salabony! - Encourage us kindly sergeants.
We are in the learning unit "Lad Camp" training sergeants sappers.
Breakfast. Building. Drill. We learn to march in formation. Building.
Dinner. Building. Drill.
Dinner. Building. Learn army platoons songs while walking systems, awkwardly bumping into each other.
We go to the barracks. Our company on the 2nd floor. Epaulettes sewn to the shirt, dark color. Immediately tightly sew fails. Suitable sergeant:
- Sew?
- Yes, - responsible student. Sergeant finger touches the shoulder straps, and if poorly sewn, removes it.
              - Repeat. Sew tight - and needle pricks his fingers.
              Sleep. Each in his own bed, a bedside table for two. Stool each, which is correct, in the form of add up the army.
              At 6 o'clock screaming sergeants:
              - The first platoon of the rise (and sleepy).
              - The second platoon lift (like a chain).
              - The third platoon climb - commanded by Petty Officer 2nd Company.
Jumps up, hurry, hurry. Dress shirt, pants, pulls foot wraps, wearing boots. All! No, not all!
Someone did not, failed to meet a time of 45 seconds, the command "End".
Again, the command "Lifting" until everyone will have time to time. Every 5-6.
So we jump out platoons on parade ground running. The first - the toilet.
We have 2 training company for 5 platoons in each company of 100 people, and 100 in the other is 200.
Again building.
- Did not have time?
- In time, - provide advice sergeants.
On the other hand, behind the wall of a military unit, the lights in the windows and verandas Manglisi residents of the village!
Yes. Citizen!
We run out of I / h. The gates are open. Morning. Dark. Run to the right, go around the perimeter of the park about 3 kilometers.
It breathes hard 15% is not enough oxygen.
We are in the mountains at an altitude of 1500 m. Thank God! Jogging ended. The boots run hard, not easy, and where sports shoes - this is home. "- And here?"
- Tighten, - shouted the sergeants and their three for each platoon.
- Do not fall behind, apprentices (they jokingly echoing).
Yes! Officer in Tbilisi, who took me to his Manglisi proved me commander of the 2nd Guards companies. Lieutenant Murzov, and the name, surname forgotten. But God willing, and I'll see you.
With the commander was a pleasure to serve, seeing him always cheerful, happy, friendly, cultural and hearing his voice on the march:
- Time, time, time, two left!
- And again, again, again, the two left!
- Left, left, two, three!
- Pull yourself up Eagles!
Even tired, looking at him, inadvertently pulled, and the soul becomes more cheerful!
This Cossack !!! - saw him, my mother said, when she came to see me travel to Tbilisi, and in Manglisi get a taxi, as the bus did not go - was ice.
But it was later, but for now ...
After jogging - charging around the parade ground is ground: horizontal bar, which can still not catch up 14 times, beam, bench, where we swing the press:
- Lower, lower his head to get the land.
- Do not skive - watch native sergeants.
Now, in the barracks: removed the shirt, worn under a shirt and a sink.
Bray head every 3-4 days.
And why?
And because us are Caucasians, and they quickly grow hair and blackened head treacherously against the background of our bald.
And when the team:
- Remove the caps. Yeah, overgrown?
- All shaving. Not in the civilian - ordered the sergeants.
Again building. Sounds command:
- See the fourth cadet chest.
- The second rank on an outstretched hand.
- Attention. All frozen.
It goes from Checkpoint battalion commander - Colonel.
Company commanders report to one combatant Colonel:
- Hello fellow students!
- Good morning, Comrade Colonel!
Not at the same time, do not neatly we report, we (or rather trying to report, but has not yet obtained, apprentices).
Again, it sounds the team:
- Dub. Set aside. Dub. Set aside.
- See the fourth cadet chest - persistently teach us sergeants.
- Right. Forward, march.
- The right shoulder forward.
- Attention. Right dub. Eyes right.
Hands at the seams. The heads of all but the extreme, turn right. Try mint step.
- At ease!
Platoons go to the dining room table for 10 people. All stand, waiting for the command:
- Sit down!
For breakfast, lunch, dinner - cod. Sometimes for lunch meat. Cutlets on a holiday - not at home and not in a canteen where meals 5-7 4-5 Second and First.
- Stand up!
- Who has not had time to drink tea?
- In time, - the sergeants again give advice.
Building. The two-hour drill on the parade ground.
- The leg pull. Higher, higher, - teach us demanding.
Several students walk on the squares, drafted with white paint on the parade ground. The rest are for offices. Learning to drill.
Fire training in the classroom. Dismantling Kalashnikov cartridges and how to lay in store correctly and quickly.
Study of infantry and anti-tank mines, their purpose and the device, how to transport, mine, and defuse disguise.
- Who was asleep? - Looking through the eyes of the sergeants.
If someone closed eyelids and eyes closed - flying cap. Sergeants watching keenly.
The weather is changeable in the mountains: the 25, then -10. Cough. In the evening, the film is almost unheard of. Continuous cough.
We are treated as follows: at breakfast in the tea we place 50 grams of butter. Does not help? Good. On three we buy a bottle of vodka. To do this, someone secretly jumps over the fence to the hospitable Georgians.
All - stops the cough for a week. Then again. As it turned out in those conditions the surest means - from colds and coughs.
At 22:00 the lights out. We went to relax. Good! No! After 5-10 minutes of voice sergeants:
- First platoon rise.
- The second platoon of the rise - and the chain.
- Aha! Again, one does not have time! Not meet the 45 seconds. Prospered.
- End. Climb. Lights out. Climb.
We hear the voices of students:
- Yes you will - is the one who did not, and at the same time something helping each other.
Army saying: "One for all and all for one"
All teams "Lift" is no longer heard. Thank you, dear sergeant!
- Good! Sleep!
We platoon two Volgograd - Kostya Gomoskov and Motorkin Anatoly. Volgograd respect and commanders, and cadets.
Three Armenians from Yerevan, great guys: Rotevosyan, Zanazanyan, Bobodzhanyan.
One Georgian - Tamas Tsivadze: funny guy from Sukhumi Street. 7 Batumi.
From Dagestan Bamathonov Zaire - athletic guy, from a mountain village, a very strong and good-natured. One day he receives letters from relatives - of sisters, brothers, and all he says, referring respectful letter. By nationality he Kumyk.
One Azerbaijani. Closed, lonely, going to friends - fellow in 1 company. They are there a lot: a man 30-40. "Your my do not understand."
Several people from the Ukraine. They somehow do not like Caucasians. "Little Russian" - somehow mysteriously they say, at the same time making a sour face. Maybe, because sergeant in the first company Stukaylo drives and their countrymen and others before the bloody blisters. Very tries. Especially when on the parade ground there, Colonel. Without ceasing Turchi his voice on the parade ground, the stretching at the same time, the dropping with the body. Teaches drill sergeants, and eye squints at the commander. And our second company in the parades, which take place once a week, it is still ranked first, we all pull yourselves, stricter each other, keep alignment. Everyone understands that it is impossible to bring our company commander and sergeant who we people!
To dispel the clouds. Heat. The sun! Glad at heart! You get used to a soldier's life. We go in tunics, Panama. "That would be so all winter !!!"
Some of us quietly jumps fence buys hot pita bread and milk in bottles, whole. We are already waiting at the appointed place, at the end in a / h. The messenger takes us through the wall of the milk, pita bread. We help him to quickly jump, and the outfit out of turn, everyone. "What a joy: milk and hot pita" Yes, it is not smoked cod in barrels of water, which is already tired of the order. Its once proud to no longer eat our sergeants. Santas! Compensating for this is the supply room, eating canned and sausage, to the army of 10 rubles. And we, the soldiers - 3 rubles.
Army saying: "Crest's stripes without, as a reference without the press."
It goes towards the officer, five meters, marched right hand salute (Panama).
- Good morning, Comrade Lieutenant!
- At ease, - responsible officer, as his hand under the hood when you dub it.
Again building. Again drill. Foot blisters in many. Sergeants carried away, maybe wrong wound puttees? But put up - you're a cadet!
It fits our foreman, softening temp. Smoke break. Thank you, dear sergeant!
Army saying: "You can not - teach, do not want - to make!"
- The flash is left - sergeants scream.
All fell on the tarmac on the parade ground. Slowly, bypass sergeants cadets, making remarks.
Command:
- Gaza! Wear masks!

- So, now march into the mountains 5 km in full gear - happily told us junior officers.
Kalashnikov assault rifle with two horns, one snaps to the trunk, the other in a bag on the belt for 30 rounds in each store, a gas mask, bayonet and two anti-tank mines for training 8 kilograms each, in wooden covers.
Savvy students ask:
- Why two? And can one?
- No. It is necessary to counterbalance the two - as resourcefully respond sergeants.
Rota is built.
We are well dressed: in jackets, winter hats. Comfortable and warm. It is not uniform.
We leave to the outskirts of the village. On the left you can see the forest - a nature reserve. Gone shooting. Sucked into the mountains. Halt. Rested.
Command:
- Open the covers. Pull mines.
Reveal the covers, pulled mine, twisted fuse, buried mines disguised.
Now clearance. Turn off fuses. Sergeants 10-20 times a day reminds us of the saying: "Minesweeper is wrong only once."
- Hack to death on your nose! - This is us.
- All eyes on mine. Working with her gently, patiently - they coached us.
Smoke break. Tired valimsya the snow.
Sergeants grumble good-naturedly:
- Do not lie. Stand up, and then catch a cold.   
Back in Manglisi.
Yes, heavy mines. Do not go home to buy bread in the store.
Suvorov I remember saying. Guide to the soldiers:
"It is hard to learn - easy in battle!".
In December 1970, taking the military oath. On the parade ground of the officers, a colonel - the battalion commander, deputy for political affairs, the chief of staff, the company commanders.
Two companies froze. At the edge of the parade ground are the parents of some students. All solemnly. Attention to the center, where two tables are set and fluttering banner of our Guards!
Stroyev, worrying, is coming to the table and recite the oath:
- I, Citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, joining the ranks of the Soviet Army, do solemnly swear ...
Bow down one knee and kiss the flag Guards, 200 cadets, officers, parents look at you.
- You're a cadet of the Soviet Army!
Nervously, become operational, a souvenir photo with his platoon, company commander, platoon, battalion, with a gun on his chest.
- Are you ready to defend the homeland - USSR !!!
Receiving letters from home, in which parents invest 3, 5, or even 10 rubles. Soldier in the Army put 3 rubles.
This is a holiday! You go with students - friends from the platoon to the buffet garrison. Milk, cakes, biscuits - excellent.
In the evening, if you got a cough, folded ruble for prevention, but only in secret, so as not to notice commanders.
Came posting - Delhi all cookies, wafers and candies, chocolate bars. And so everyone who received the parcel, he divides all. Yeah, I come sending Thomas Tsevadze - means tangerines and chacha, rejoice cadets platoon. Chacha sergeants: drinking - bout, tangerines us. Better!
Yes, in Soviet times, in fact, it was the friendship of the peoples!
Georgians are friendly people, with respect for the military, especially the soldiers.
Many Russian students write in a notebook the words of Georgian, and not only because of the communication, but also out of respect for the people of Georgia!
All the experience of the trainee Krivoruchko from Ukraine, he is in the position of the bride. He will soon go to register the marriage, but he somehow Therefore adult frowns about something thinks anxiously. All sympathize with him, everyone knows that marriage - it's not fun. Early in the 18 years. But coming out of the house after the registration, he walks in a good mood, even joking. All nice, a little surprised by his joyous mood. "Ah, yes, I went home!".
Again the sun. Heat. They took jackets, hats - dressed Panama.
Our company is marching on the road of the village Manglisi. And then she goes to the left of Georgian columns !!!
Sergeants alarmed, ran along the column.
Team one, two, three:
- Eyes right!
- Eyes right!
But all the students are looking at the left passing by a Georgian, who does not look up, they modestly lowered down.
Only in one case, the students did not perform the command commanders. You understand in what.
And start sighing, memories, but it lasts a second.
Run against sergeants:
- All eyes right!
- Time, time, time, two, three. Left, left, one, two, three.
Harsh, angry, irritated command sergeants.
All right, she was gone. Again, strict discipline and subordination. Beaudry keep step. We have already learned how to walk: even in the ranks, holding a distance at arm's length and seeing breasts fourth cadet! We feel platoon step, company, battalion!
In the courtyard of the neighboring stand cannon. Near them carefully study the students - also "uchebka".
Go to the dining room. Dinner was delicious. Well done to the gunners! Returning to his garrison.
Sergeants guard - did not appear whether the Georgian distance. 22:00 - again "hang up" several times before going to bed, "he did not seem to honey Service".
Again the "rise" at 6 o'clock. Learn how to command. Each student begins to command a platoon in the construction and drill on the parade ground. Each student is worried, a bit shaky, still timid voice sounds. But sergeants near cheer you look, knowing what's on your mind. Themselves have gone through it. Tradition!
Preparation of sergeants in the Soviet army was very strong - it is noted by many experts.
- So, today, after breakfast trek to the shooting range, - tell us sergeants.
After breakfast we go to the barracks on the 2nd floor in the armory - "Munitions". The sergeants, platoon leader gave us machines, bayonet knives, masks.
Platoon came out of Manglisi village. Machines for a spin bayonet on his belt, a gas mask over his shoulder bag.
- Run the march! Gaza! - Anxious screaming sergeants.
Dress masks. Breathing hard. Some try to quietly pull the toes the rubber mask in the neck close to the chin to give to get a stream of air. But it was not there! Sergeants lit smoke bombs and has close
- Set aside. Gaza! - Direct the smoke on your mask.
It is better to breathe in a gas mask, than gas. We run through the smoke for about 10 minutes, and it seems - an eternity!
- Remove the masks! - With joy and relief we shout commanders.
Wow, finally. Eagerly gasping for air. Catching his breath.
They went on a shooting range. Give each for 9 rounds. Layouts goal 50 to 100 meters . We lay down for 5 people, the distance between us about 3 meters.
1.Korotkaya place. Enemy spotted your fiery point. Lying Machine presses to the chest. Flips twice through the side, right.
2.Snova give a short burst, the enemy spotted your position. Hand left - on the trunk, the right to store, quickly coup.
3.Snova short last.
The commander of the platoon sergeants look closely supervise cadet, intelligibly, quickly pointing out the error. Someone does not hit the target, and someone was too slow to change its position.
- Making maneuver quickly. One second - or are you already killed three times - they explain to young soldiers.
The platoon commander looks through the periscope, adjusting each fire.
- Who the bullet went into "milk"? Who does not hit the target? - Patiently and calmly sentences officer.
Sergeants experience for students, walking along the lying soldiers and suggest how to properly aim is gradually to pull the trigger.
- A little pressed and released. Three cartridge ran out - they coached us
- Do not worry - the exam.
Shooting finished. Tired but happy, we return home to the garrison, only delaying a second look at the mountains. Time to admire the landscape there.
Commanders act quickly, accurately and professionally. Service!
After dinner, many people write letters, thinking it would be to add, since receiving letters easily, happily, but it is difficult to write.
Sergeants are advised to carefully: do a sample letter and to all relatives and friends to write on a template:
- In order not to lose time in vain - they explain, confident in the correctness and practicality.
Students silently wonder such a cold pragmatism, thinking to himself: "Well, how can you?".
They are still sentimental and miss home, although it was a little getting used to serve in the Army.
We remember how the car was seen off at the parents, friends, and anyone and the girl, weeping copious tears and wiping her cheeks. And some weeping bitterly:
- I'll wait for you - they'll argue, but rather more than myself.
All soothe her:
- He'll be back in 2 years, you just wait - as it enhances the moment of parting.
The train is moving, and you can not hold back the tears, and not necessary.
"He left to serve. And I?!".
In memory float these scenes, and warm, joy becomes a soldier. "And they - the template, template, sample" - think of the students, tactfully pomalkivaya looking at the letter in front of him.
Yes, it's not at home on guitar strum, imposingly cigarette smoking or listening to "The Beatles". Service!
- Soldiers, cadets, never go to a mountain village for a date night (and during the day like there is time), - loved to tell us sometimes sergeants before lights (taking time).
- And that was the case here! - (I wonder - it was actually or someone came up, flashed in our minds) once one student went to the mountains to the village on a date with a young Georgian. And here they sit, admire the stars, dreaming.
And suddenly she roused herself: "Run, save yourself. My brothers came down from the mountains. They'll kill you! " - And ran a cadet in the dark on the slopes, ravines and rocks, jumping over a mountain river, falling down and getting up.
- Gone.
He was very happy about it. And I decided to soldier:
- Do not ever go on a date in a mountain village.
We all got sick to go to the mountains for a date - so that probably decided our caring sergeants.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

II part.
OUR ARMY - FAMILY PEOPLE!
So, today, after breakfast, to intercede in the guard - tell us junior commanders: 8 people - in the kitchen, 18 - to guard 2 remain in the barracks orderly.
We get in the armory machines, 2 stores with 60 cartridges, a bayonet-knives. Guard building is located in the village of Manglisi park, behind a high wall. We go to the iron door wall, to the left a wooden shield, where the charging, discharging machines and control the descent, a little further - a wooden toilet.
Opposite the door is a one-storey building - a guardroom. One room - for the rest, the second - for a meal, and the third - to build and dark cell, where no one.
With us, the platoon commander, three sergeant.
Construction of one cadet in the battalion headquarters, which is located in front of our unit - post №1, one to the warehouse, which is near - post №2, one at a checkpoint in / hr - post №3, one on the range - post №4, one warehouse farthest - post №5.
Let's go: five of us and two sergeants - distributing. We begin to change the time of another platoon.
I am in office №5. Four remain behind the fence. We - two distributing, and I go in the gate: "Fasting has passed!" "The post received!". Morning. Snow. We jackets and hats.
The sun is shining. The snow melts a little bit by the building and dripping from the roof. Shift 2 hours.
Sunset officers and petty officers to the warehouse. Walk around the perimeter of the object.
Quickly flew for 2 hours. Change. Go to the guardroom. Go to a wooden shield - "Discharge Machines!" - Team. We take out shop.
- Control the descent - pulled the trigger.
The trunk of the machine aims to shield. Horn in the bag. And so every.
We go to the rest room and put the machines in a pyramid. Learning Charter.
Dinner. Recreation. After 4 chasa repeated. Bypassing warehouses where the hanging seals and locks. Building. Along the perimeter of the object 2 fence with barbed wire. You go in the middle of automatic ready, hanging on his chest on the belt. Bayonet-knife strapped to the trunk.
The object on the mountainside. The lower part of the area goes down into the darkness. You're going down, down. Burning lights on the poles. Somewhere at the bottom of a small mountain stream flows, blackened mountains.
You guard. In the warehouses of weapons, equipment. A responsibility.
Rises to the top - will take the dangerous area of the object, bypassing perimeter at the top you walk through the gate. You have buildings. Rings loudly, or rather rattle phone.
- Object №5, all right! - To report to you.
Happy about this call at three o'clock in the morning: "You are not alone. Near the officers, sergeants, comrades. " Exit anxiety, confidence appears, the mood rises. As he taught us political officer, and he served in the GDR (German Democratic Republic) to hold back, to bypass the corners of buildings for two or three meters to the attack at the time to react.
He said the case in Germany. The attack on the guard. They killed all changers. Left alone and the guard began to change all the positions, taking all the time. And on the last object Diluting shouted:
- Shoot. Aliens.
All opened fire.
Be careful.
From my personal advice to young recruits: the Army to go in the first athlete, and secondly to be proud that you are a soldier, the third did not receive outfit out of turn, have more fun, cheerful, remembering the proverb:
"He is a bad soldier who does not want to be a general"
              The next time you get to the warehouse next to the guardroom. Bypassing warehouses inside the object. Phone in the open. Night. Rings. Heard! Run!
- All post №2!
- You sleep?
- No, sir!
- Everything is quiet?
- Yes sir!
- Continue to serve - concludes the dialogue platoon commander.
Morning. Dawn. Iridescent purple colors mountain slopes, gorges. Handsomely!
              Another time, get in the kitchen outfit, wear products from the warehouse. Peel the potatoes and help cook. Lunch - one takes out the window of the kitchen in the room large pots for 10 people, while others spread the iron plates, cups, spoons, juice in kettles.
              Lunch is over. Two baths, one wash, in the finishing and other glasses. After one pass 300 dishes in lunch and 600 for dinner, since we still avtorota - it's not one, two, it is necessary to wash.
              Today, travel by car to the mountains to collect firewood for the bath. We drive twenty minutes. The mountain slopes, gorges, mountain river. Mainly cloudy. Here and there hang barberry berries. Delicious!
              Thanks to the Caucasus!
              Go back to the body on the wood. Smoke break. Right Mount, left deep gorges. Hope for the driver that will not turn to the left under any circumstances. Mountains become family.
              We go back to the part at 16:00. Lunch we have left. In the dining room shake his shoulders. There is a political officer.
- How hungry students? Wait here - comes into the dining room.
Five minutes later, we respectfully fed - packed lunch, tea - it's good.
"Hunger is not my aunt" - a proverb.
Evening building. We are marching on the parade ground. Calluses are starting to go, then learned how to properly bandaging foot wraps.
We try - Dinner is waiting!
Again building. "The song begins to sing!"
Today, December 31. We hear gunshots here and there take off rocket. Attack? No! Georgians are beginning to celebrate the festival.
USSR - we secure peaceful country !!!
In the evening a concert of amateur performances - prepared students. Sings student from Azerbaijan. Five minutes of eternity, of something sad, he says, playing on some musical instrument.
Soldier - the son of his people.
Thomas Georgians:
- Something very melancholy song - frowns.
Stick together forever, his eyes closed. Just flying cap. Sergeants strictly keep order: "Sleep is impossible, for you as a singer trying to soldiers' eyes seem to say angry sergeants.
Officers sit in front of. They are calm, cultured, friendly.
Even after a five-minute song. We carefully clap, looking at the scene and sergeants.
- Well done! - All woke up.
- Is that all? - We ask silently.
Moderator says that Ali sang of the mountains of the village, the house of the sun, and he rides a horse and enjoys it.
- At the request of the students, Ali will sing a song about love and friendship to the young man's girlfriend, - he says a leading into the hall. And then he turns to the singer-soldier, as if inviting to repeat.
"Oh you! And we are so happy that clapped, thinking that's all! "
We carefully clap again, as if for an encore, at the same time not losing sight of the sergeants, who spread out through the rows of the hall. Link up his eyes, and they will not notice, but. ... Bam hat! "Do not sleep - eyes sergeants say - for you as a singer trying to soldiers!
All over the song. We carefully clap again under the strict watchful eye sergeants: "Do not fall asleep sergeants? No, cheerful, watch the eagles. "
Sounds Georgian song !!! Thomas Tsevadze done!             
All came to life.
- Nash, the first platoon of the second company - we are proud of.
Thomas almost embarrassed returned to the hall. Who sits next shakes his hand, others cheering sight.
There have Ukrainian and Russian songs.
But Ukrainian "hopak". Even Caucasians surprised by the breadth and ease of Ukrainian soul.
All the concert is over.
"Hang" for all but those who dress out of the lineup.
A bucket, a mop, duster.
- Forward and with the song - cheer sergeants.
Attire is a queue - it's up to two in the morning to wash the barracks. Then rises one sergeant, rather you did budish, he is fast asleep, check the cleanliness of floors, corridors and stairs steps. They are not the marble tiles and concrete. He picks up a white handkerchief, bends down, pokes somewhere down the stairs.
- Clean, - he concludes.
Are you glad. Thank native Sgt. And if awakened at 1 am, I am sure to find the dirt, and it would be imprinted on his white handkerchief.
Service! You cadet! Sleep!
Bike in the Caucasus in the army:
Should non-Russian orderly. Beginning checks. Orderly:
- Roth here, there is a company, a company out for lunch, reported student Mamed!
Caucasians also like this true story, they smile knowingly:
- Russian difficult language - say they plainly embarrassed.
How to dig trenches, unload bags "do not understand", must be repeated three times, thus making big wondering eyes, and in the dining room first.
- Pretend? - Ask the sergeants.
- No, I lived in a village, Russian poorly understood.
- We start to learn Russian - agree junior commanders.
"You can not, teach, do not want, to make" - by saying.
Our Army - peoples family !!! We are rallying in a friendly Army team.
- So if we find in the barracks at least one stub, we will bury him at night - warn us sergeants.
- At night, let's go. Building and march on the 10 km on the full gear - they continue. - Ahead of the cadet will be borne by the sheet 4, which is a cigarette butt. In the mountains, dig a hole and butt there. All clear?
After this warning, everything in the two eyes, no matter what, God forbid, someone throw a cigarette, immediately picked up, clamped in his fist, and carried into the ballot box at the entrance.
Discipline!
In the barracks it was always clean. Floors scrubbed to a shine. The same was the order in domestic rooms, on the parade ground, in the dining room, in the sink and toilet, where you have tinted paint.
Comes February.
More and more warm days.
- Today, we learn to blow up and throw the TNT blocks. After breakfast, - told us the sergeants.
Building. Our platoon coming out of the village. We go up to the mountains. Visible all Manglisi and road segment that goes to Tbilisi !
4 people go to the firing position. Each is given a TNT block - briquette 8 x 6 cm , a thickness of 5 cm detonator fuse. 10 cm and a box of matches..
First you insert the cord into the detonator, clip, then the detonator in a bomb. On command light the cord for 5 seconds, if someone has not had time, the company commander, platoon takes you by the scruff of the neck and you're flying 2 meters downhill.
The remaining bombs thrown by the team in the mountains and also lelyat, turning through the side of 2 m .
Study!
Who has not lit a match was repeated with another group.
We go back to the part.
 
LETTERS OF 1970
 
Hello dear Mom, Dad!
With soldiers greetings to you, your son, Fyodor. I am writing in the train, eat for two days. To change trains in Bataisk (15 November, in the afternoon), where they joined another group of recruits. We drove Krasnodar region, Armavir and this drove to Grozny. Who offered the letter. The state of health is excellent, do not miss.
Bye. I kiss you all, Fedya!
 
18 / XI -70
Hello dear Mom, Dad!
With greetings, soldier, your Fyodor. November 18 in the first hour of the night, we arrived in the Georgian capital Tbilisi. Where we have 25 people selected in the sergeants school and taken by car to the village Manglisi , which is located near Tbilisi . We had breakfast in the barracks, bathed in the bath and we have already in uniform. Unusually, but getting used to, learning to walk, to lay the bed, sew straps. That's all. Please, how about you, do not get bored. Say hello to all relatives and friends. Time enough, hurry, will soon rebound, and arrives early in the morning mail.
Write, wait. Kisses, Fedor!
 
Hello dear Mom, Dad!
Today, December 5, the fourth received your letter, and with it the transfer of 10 rubles. This money is enough for me, 13 December get the first pay. Today did not take the oath, but it will take until December 15.
Goodbye, kiss, Fedik!
5 / XII.70 of
 
10 / I.71 of
Hello dear Mom, Dad!
I write the first letter in this new 1971. Yesterday I received the parcel, and even earlier translation. Making very good, the children really enjoyed our waffles and bars. Very happy hours will now be more fun to go to the guard, and here in the barracks they will be useful. By the new year I have received many greeting cards from Shevchenko, Sedov. Got a letter from Slavka Tamarova, these days I will write a response if it has not changed address. Well, I is good service. After the oath has become much easier, often come out of the barracks, then we go to the mountains to collect firewood, then working in Manglisi. Mountain we are big, our village is located at an altitude of 1200 meters . But you can live here. The weather is unstable, then the snow falls and the temperature reaches -5, the sun peeps out and the temperature is +5, +6 degrees. January 14 will go for the fourth time in the guard, and January 13 we sapper day, we get a second pay.
Well all I finish writing and go to bed.
Bye! Kisses! Your Fedik! Once again I congratulate you on the new year 1971 and I wish you all the best.
See you soon!
 
 
MARCH
- This morning, after breakfast, the teachings - we announce sergeants.
Our second company to be loaded on the machine with full gear.
We leave the village through 5 km of the car stop, officers, sergeants command:
- All of the cars. The attack on the convoy!
Quickly jump out from the body, sorted according to the divisions and begin to simulate the reflection of the enemy. Crumbled in the chain, the distance between a 5- to 7 m . In team lay down fire from assault rifles with blanks, turned over 2-3 times, again on the attack, shouting "Hurrah."
- Gaza! - Sergeants scream, we put masks and attack them.
Officers make us comments otshlifovyvaya our actions.
We returned to the car. Commanders show us our mistakes and how to fix them.
We're going back for a while. Then the team:
- All of the cars!
We are working on coherence department, platoon, company.
Go back to the I / h.
One afternoon we have five people from our platoon were sent to a local resident, the head of the bath, dig a trench for water.
We came out of the part, passed along the park down, then to the right. is an abandoned church on the outskirts of Manglisi. Bypassed it.
- What Age? - I ask Thomas.
- Probably IX - X, - he says.
Small windows, at a height of three meters, closed the door, eventually destroyed the walls, stones.
And far away the green carpet, and one can see the mountains. Wow! Handsomely! Although today cloudy. Fog shrouded the distant mountains.
They came to his master. Dig a trench. Evening. Georgians 60 years.
- Where are you from? - Asks Thomas.
- From Sukhumi, - he says.
- And where are you from? - He asks me.
- From Volgograd - I say.
Georgian silent. It is worth to me sideways. Nothing expresses the views.
- From Stalingrad - I explain, realizing what was happening.
- A - Georgians rejoiced, immediately perked up. Lit merry twinkle kind eyes. - Stalingrad good city known. Now - he goes into the house.
Delivers wine jug, pita bread, cheese.
- Reinforce sons. Well done. Good, you guys!
We say goodbye, leaving to his part. It's getting dark. All the same variety, from a smoke drill and march throws.
 
Remembered January. Workout in the gym "old man" motovzvoda boxing.
Bamothonov me:
- Fedor, how are you?
I went over, put on gloves. Started boxing with the old-timers. That tight. He wondered: "At least the first rank." Attempts strong. From some time to dodge. Sometimes I shoot a crown left.
After the test, when taken off the gloves, she smiled a little "old man" "grandfather":
- A left you a good - modestly he praised me.
- Street Boxing. In the courtyard, the house, a little involved with all the guys, - I reply modestly.
Departing from his blows, and out of breath, but the form is not showing.
After a while, knowing that in Dagestan there lizginy warlike people, say Zaire:
- You kumyk?
- Yes, - he says.
- And I lizgin - tell him.
- And why you live in Volgograd?
- You know, 30 years, dispossession, - tell him.
A few days passed. Suits me Thomas:
- Fyodor, now you're joking, but I was approached and asked Zaire lizgin you kidding or - seriously he tells me.
It took a few days again. It suits me Zaire and in the hearts of so exhale strongly tells me:
- You do not lizgin you Volgograd crest.
- And, you know the laws of the mountains. Look - I say it seriously, frowning.
She Smiled Zaire. Thinking of his black eyes. Experiencing, he looked at me for a few seconds. The guys from the platoon heard our conversation in silence. It looks at me, then Zaire.
And "payback" came.
Once in the gym is physical education lesson.
Look, my friend Dagestani turns a somersault jump through the "goat".
Suddenly flies me vzvolnova nny and said warmly:
- If you lizgin, do as I do.
Nothing to do. Receding. I repelled from the floor, making a revolution, go down to the mat. Two students in the safety net.
She Smiled Zaire. Kinder.
Then, go to the bar, doing challenging exercises.
And to me again:
- Do as I do.
- What immediately chtol, give practice - I say it. - For you it is difficult to keep up.
I support my three other Armenians, Thomas and the other guys from the platoon.
- What are you, how can you - say it with indignation Caucasians.
Again Bamothonov smiled. Warmer.
Even stronger was our army friendship. Zauvozhal.
- Yes, from the Cossacks, - I tell him after a while.
- A - I calmed Zaire.
- They are also mountaineers, - I say.
- Oh, yes there is in the Caucasus live in the mountains, - he says.
- Well, that's exactly - I added.
Both laughed.
 
One of the guys said he was not far from us, in km 30, there is the village of where the commander Georgi Saakadze born!
And then the famous city of Gori, where Stalin was born IV Yes, reserved seats and heroic. But you're in the Army, and all thoughts of service.
 
In our part of the flu epidemic. Two companies are cadets in the barracks, 10 days did not get up or "lift" or "lights out." All temperatures 39-40 degrees. Units are raised, go to the dining room at any time, at the lockers are kettles, dry rations.
Many do not have power, even coughing. You come to the barracks, to become at ease: someone moaning someone delirious. After 10 days, the epidemic begins to subside. Building in overcoats. Do cadets begin complications. Some joint swelling of the legs, others have a stomach ulcer - probably from black bread, some being taken to a hospital in the city of Tbilisi.
Our car breaks down near the road, serpentine. I went over to the edge, before us lies Tbilisi! Amazing, exciting, mysterious something picture!
The hospital is full, driven from all over Georgia who have tonsils, etc.
- Yes - there sigh military doctors. - Winter, Mountain, the body weakens.
In April, I am returning to Manglisi. I finish school sergeants. Military rank - Sergeant. Home soon.
 
 
Letter from Georgia
25 / IV.71 city
Hello dear Mom, Dad!
I write to you from Manglisi. I arrived here on April 20 am today at the infirmary, waiting for documents. How many documents will have to wait, I do not know. Put 2-3 weeks, but the guy is with me, too, the reserve with rheumatism. Waiting for 25 days.
Well. I am here for the same time do not lose nothing, engaged on the bar, sunbathe, I go to Manglisi. Here I am just now came from the village, looking for cards with 1 May, but here they must have a deficit, they will appear here of May 4-5.
The weather is good, sun, nature, God did not deprive the Caucasus, everything is blooming and green, in the mountains of the nature is very beautiful.
Today from you received the letter, everything is clear.
Well, good-bye! See you soon!
Fedik.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Manglisi
In May intercede with Georgian Tsevadze Thomas to the post at the shooting range. Towards evening, we decided to buy a flask of Chachi in the village. Yes, smell, taste, strong Chacha, soldiers will.
In the morning we went to with our platoon three Armenians. We changed and went to the mountains in the park. Good spring. Heat. The sun. We lay down, relax. It begins the dispute between Georgian and three Armenians, a city better?
- Our Tbilisi is a beautiful city, the second Paris, - says Thomas
- Our Yerevan most beautiful city, just a second Paris, - says Ratevasyan.
- Oh yeah! - Confirm his countrymen.
- Our football team "Dynamo" is the great technical in the country - says Thomas.
- Our team "Ararat" best and very technical in the country, - says another.
- Oh yeah! - Confirm his countrymen.
- Our mountains are the best and the highest mountains of the Caucasus, - says Thomas.
- Our mountains are very good and the highest in the Caucasus, - says Zanazanyan.
- Oh yeah! - Again seriously, strongly support his countrymen. - Believe us Fedor.
So two hours.
Very interesting, peaceful dialogue and cheerful side, though sleepy while joking friendly dispute. This probably will not hear anywhere else, only in the Caucasus in the Army.
 
 
Today'm leaving Manglisi in Tbilisi and then in Volgograd.
In the morning we say goodbye to the guys in the unit. After a dry wine "Ereti" feel not so good.
Arrived at the bus station, Rustaveli Avenue, buying a ticket at the box office "Aeroflot" has five hours of time.
Get down on the cobblestones, I go in the summer cafe. Kharcho big piece of meat - delicious. Sellers Georgians - culture, respect for the soldier .
I go out on the bridge over the Kur River. He stood on the bridge, remember panorama. He crossed the bridge into the city center. I went to the central department store. Mum bought a nice warm shawl, his father bought a souvenir horn and wine.
He returned to the bridge, he thought:
- This place is one of the favorite in the capital of Georgia - Tbilisi!
At the cash desk of the airport building I go to the bus. Airport. blond pretty girl sitting next to me at the airport.
- You're not from Rostov? - She asks.
- No. From Volgograd - I say.
On my form on the uniform's stripes Jr. - Sgt.
First time flying aircraft. Farewell to the Caucasus! Goodbye Tbilisi, something which has already become family! Goodbye friendly, good Georgian people!
- I'll come if I ever again in Tbilisi - flashed the thought. - Navryatli for 1,000 kilometers .
But! Dreams come true after all !!!
 
III part.
LOVE!
Arrived in Volgograd!
Again he went to a factory "Barricades" 14 shop fitter.
In June 1971 we go with classmates in the park named after Yuri Gagarin - the best in town. And I met her. I fell in love immediately. She was Klyuyev Nadia, he lives not far from me on the street and Titova d.18 ends 10 classes.
Now I understood and remembered that I wrote my teacher Anna.
After 10 classes Nadia worked as a translator at the deaf and somehow went to Moscow for training.
These letters I keep like the most expensive.
 
 
Hello Fedik!
Today is my first day in Moscow. As I held him? Of course, I miss home very, very you. Now we have a 8:30. Sitting all the girls in the hostel, but I'm probably not interested in writing, yet somehow not painted.
I have reached me good just got to the hostel, and there are already 6 people (and in fact we have an apartment of 4 rooms and in total, 14 people live). I'm already here quickly took up with a girl Lida from Astrakhan, countrymen. Today pobyla in Gunma. Classes we are from 9am (so I have to get up at 6:30 am and 6 pm). I will study hard, because there are almost all at 2-3 years of practice and do not know how I'm going to take exams, because I have the most puff. What do you still write.
Still, even the first day. Tomorrow I will write more and send you a letter. Yes, we are cold, but when I arrived was sunny weather.
Write. Nadia!
My address: 105203, Moscow, ul. N. Day, d.47 Courses TSPVOG Kliueva NA
 
Business trip to Tbilisi!
But we broke up in the fall of 1973, and this year I arrived in Volgograd Metallurgical College in the evening department, specialty "Metallurgical plant equipment", and graduated in 1977.
In 1978, I went to work in the metallurgical department.
Then one day the deputy head of the department, Pukhovsky Vladimir Stepanovich, who had known me since childhood, since he lived in our house street. Holzunova, 9, tells me:
- Fyodor in connection with industrial necessity you need to go on a business trip to Georgia, Rustavi Metallurgical Plant at.
And gently smiled and said:
- You served, I think, in Georgia?
- Yes, - I was surprised pleasantly.
Dreams Come True!!!
 
Airplane tickets. Trip certificate. Flight "Volgograd - Tbilisi".
We fly to Tbilisi!
Excitement is growing. It took 7.5 years.
- The aircraft is on the decline - a pleasant voice of a flight attendant.
I looked out the window of the liner, trying to see the road on the serpentine Manglisi!
I am in Tbilisi !!!
Aeroflot ticketing offices. I look to the right - Shota Rustaveli Avenue. Back down to find a park in the outdoor cafe, then a sharp turn to the left, and that's a bridge across Kourou. He stood, memories came flooding back as if it was yesterday, was in uniform:
I do have time to go to Manglisi but navryatli. Rustavi in the other direction.
He went into the store. Going on the road, trying to remember the building.
Then the bus on Rustavi is 15 kilometers from Tbilisi. Left through Kourou monument to the founder of Tbilisi to Vakhtang Gorgasali!
I'm in Rustavi. Nestled in the hotel on Lenin Square. In the morning came to the factory, I have written pass, solve production problems, shipping wagon with metal in Volgograd on your plant.
In the evening I go to the chess club, which is nearby.
The weekend food in Tbilisi. He walked around the city, went to the cinema, watching the film. Going back through the streets of the Georgian capital. Caf;, walk down the stairs down. Sold Me "sees" fit one another, serving, but not me.
- Ara! - I was indignant.
He looked at me the bartender, "Yeah, my!".
Bought: beer bottle, plate burning green peppers, barbecue. So I would like to meet someone from my platoon.
Again back in Rustavi.
10 days have passed. Again, I'm flying from Tbilisi.
December 30, 1978. I'll be there yet? Who knows. But dreams come true !!!
 
IN FEBRUARY 1979,.
Pukhovsky Vladimir Stepanovich that the factory was still commander of voluntary national teams (DND) Association "Barricades", tells me:
- Fyodor came to the plant two Komsomol at the service of the Interior Ministry, think and solve, especially since you was in the Komsomol Operational Squad at Komsomol district committee.
I was 26 years old, and I agreed. When the conversation was present head of our office Gelunov Volodya, his eyes seemed to say, "Can not what?".
The Interior Ministry has served 3.5 years, and then returned to his factory in 1983.
Our unit guarded the Regional Committee of the Communist Party, jewelry shops of the city and the Radio.
Then one day, comes in Obkom editor "Volgograd Pravda" Alexander Afanasyev, decided, approached him and said:
- Can you for a moment?
- Yeah, what you want?
- You know, in the district have club Krasnooktyabrsky young paratrooper "Finder", they are engaged in karate, parachuting. You can write an article about them?
Alexander says:
- So you write.
I'm confused:
- Yes, I never wrote, and how? What?
- And, you write to the director who, when and what they have created, - he continued.
Very worried, worried, when he wrote an article in the newspaper first. Then he began to write stories about the police. And after the service, working at the plant, it was in the newspaper "Barricades" freelance reporter, where he wrote about the work of the criminal investigation department and patrol, on the precinct. Editor in chief was Alexander chamomile.
 
TWO business trip to Tbilisi!
In 1983, when he returned to his factory, he worked as a turner, and then enrolled at the Polytechnic Institute and began working in the department.
In 1989 I worked in the repair of guns on the external installation.
our bureau engineers traveled to the cities of Union and in the cities of the chart, and was Tbilisi.
The children department said that Tbilisi me since served there and miss "Better mountains may be just the mountains."
- Yes, well, - agreed to colleagues.
But wishing is strong and was not, as the collapse of the Soviet Union began and 9 April there was a provocation against our troops "to stir up the Democrats."
June 18, 1989 we arrived at the airport. We were on a business trip from the factory rode three men. Fitter Vladimir Mikhailov, with whom we worked in the shop number 59 in 1983-84, and his uncle Yuri A. Mikhailov was my mentor for the assembly of guns D-20, 2A-65 and technician, a woman 35-40 years with a central plant laboratory (CPL) with an instrument that defines the structure of the metal.
And when June 16 came to the ticket office of Aeroflot bought 3 tickets.
I was offered a return for June 26, but I refused tickets, since I was discharged trip for 8 days, Volodya for 5 days, while the laboratory for 3 days.
We expect to do the work for 3 days, and it is necessary to go back together, as the device weighed about 150 kg and was packaged in a large wooden box.
Departure of the flight "Volgograd-Tbilisi" in 22:00. Announced landing. We climb the ladder into the plane, the device bear alone, the resolution is.
The plane took off, anxious at heart.
- What will happen to Tbilisi?
- What is the mood of the inhabitants of the capital?
Questions, questions.
- The plane is landing, - declares a stewardess. - Fasten belts.
Below us the lights of night Tbilisi. Somewhere in trying to find a way to look at the Serpentine Manglisi.
I remember the service trip in Rustavi in 1978.
Yes! Peaceful, quiet time!
With Aeroflot bus to the train station, about two o'clock in the morning. Before artillery school about 800 meters , as explained to us the rare passers-by.
Right from Station Avenue, bear a box with the device. Let's go 50 meters, a smoke break. Turn left. In school we lived in two rooms in the barracks.
Morning. Day breaks. We went out on the porch, walk the cadets, clean boots, ready to build.
Draw up the documents. By car, we able to take a military hotel, a new building is located on Lermontov Street, where we lived, and, as the old building next to the street of Engels.
At 100 meters the river Kura and immediately behind it a monument to Vakhtang Gorgasali.
In this day and the next, we rode in a car in the educational point of Tbilisi, where you want us to check the detail.
They checked all the guns, everything is OK, repair, replacement is not needed. And then suddenly a message: the bridge was blown up in Abkhazia, Krasnodar railway to Moscow and even blocked.
Everyone rushed to the ticket office of Aeroflot. At 14:00 I come to the train station in the cashier's office of Aeroflot. I have a mandate from the factory to get tickets out of the lineup. A lot of people, all excited, not get through. And then I helped one Russian. He was standing to my left, in civilian clothes 40 years.
- You can see what you have for the document, - he said loudly.
I looked and shouted sternly:
- I have no right to a military ticket out of the lineup, and he has a right, as it is a military enterprise.
All we parted. The cashier took my papers and said:
- Tomorrow morning Ride in the terminal building and call a service cashier, only such a solution in this situation - looking at me with understanding.
Early in the morning near the building of Aeroflot, hundreds of people gathered at the Shota Rustaveli Avenue.
I went to the official checkout. Cashier non-Russian woman, 45 years old, cute, talking on the phone:
- Here with military enterprises of Volgograd on a business trip in the school needs help.
I wrote out two tickets for June 26 and one on the 29th of June - technician.
After that, I come to the shift supervisor - Georgian and say to him:
- I need to write to thank your employee.
- Yes, please, - he says.
I went over to the woman, she was a little embarrassed to see me, it is clear already said that its name is spelled gratitude.
- Thank you - I say it with respect.
- All you good, - she answered.
How much warmth, understanding and respect in these turbulent times.
In the evening I leave the hotel, go to the Lenin Square. Conversation with a resident of Tbilisi. The guy turned out to be 25 years half of Georgians half Armenian. I told him that was in Manglisi, and could not beat the women soldiers Sapper shovel April 9, 1989.
He tells me:
- To pay 5 thousand rubles to anyone going to the area. I left early and did not know who did it.
In school, I asked, what happened during the night April 9th.
I was told the officers that when the stampede began, women have started to fall and hit the bandits knuckle. So that the Soviet Army is not with the Georgian people and, probably already I understand who did it.
In the morning I went to call the factory. Negotiation is a central point in the Shota Rustaveli Avenue.
I go out there, look, block the roadway group of young people. One 30 years, with a sort of flag, team, nasty smile on his face, uncertain nationality.
Suitable residents of the city and ask:
- On what basis do you have blocked the road, we are going to work.
This type of disgusting and others respond to him:
- Near the university students gathered for a rally. Will some professor and talk about the events in Abkhazia.
Near me stood a Georgian 50 years old, we started talking with her. I told her that Georgia and Tbilisi is not indifferent to me, as it was in Manglisi and respect the Georgian people, and all who have served on this earth.
She told me that her brother was a military Volgograd and lived with us. And, looking at these people, he said:
- The fact that they do not lead to good.
Day on the streets of Tbilisi, a group of people for 30-40 people with some flags down to the city center.
That here and there overlapped movement by road. A feeling that you are not in Tbilisi, but somewhere in the Arab country, where the war begins, or is already underway.
The local police station police fenced on all sides by building boards, logs, earth. It creates an opinion - are preparing for a siege thoroughly.
But there is still our hope that everything will be again in our country will be peace, joy, peace and friendship between peoples.
Volodya and one officer from our room 30 years, went on a tour of the monument to the founder of Tbilisi Vakhtang Gorgosal.
There cliff about 50 meters, at the bottom of the river Kura. Are seen at home. Buildings districts of Tbilisi.
We go on the road along the river. Near the road to the right stretches the wall, and there are stalls that sell beer. Stop passenger cars, residents go to the banks liters 40. We also bought beer.
Mikhailov city like he's here for the first time:
- Dry wine and there are many great choices ezdiyu throughout the city - he tells me. - It is a pity that there is unrest. The beautiful city and the people here are good.
In the evening we go back to the river, admire the mountains, the promenade, I want to remember everything.
- Yes, I know Fedor last night at 17:00 hours had gone upstream Kura, too far. I went down closer to the water, already on earth embankment. On the beach with a fishing rod local resident sits. We talked. It turns out he was an ethnic Azeri. Works at a factory. He is married to a Georgian - tells me Volodya. I told him that we had come from Stalingrad.
- So, - he continues on. - This fisherman says to me: "Get me home for a short while, but you still floors on my bait trout, do not be shy way. I soon".
- Then, soon returned, brought a large bottle of white wine. About 3 hours we drank wine and talked about the city of Tbilisi. On the friendly people who live here. Then he said: "What is going on here - it's a working man does not need to."
So Volodya finished his story.
 
June 26 to draw up documents to the school, will ship in the box with the vehicle unit.
The airport put into the luggage. Departure at 18:00, there is still time to explore the city.
All tickets are preparing for registration. Gone for a landing in the hall. We went to the aircraft with a box, and it is heavy. Flight delays of about one hour.
our football "Rotor" team is on the plane will fly with us.
Again landing. At this time, ideally, we plane. Runway. I flew from Tbilisi, and in the heart of concern for Georgia, for the Georgian people, for our country, the Soviet Union - the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics!
About an hour later the plane went on to decline. We are in his native Volgograd. We take a taxi, go to my home, brought into the apartment this device in the drawer. Thank God, we're home!
In the morning, the next day Volodya came to my house, and we have brought this burden in the CFL.
- Thank you - told us.
We reported on a business trip.
- Yes, you're out of luck, - told us in the department. - Did you hear what happened in Abkhazia and how did you get tickets?
I myself wonder still how we managed to get tickets. Thanks to the military in Tbilisi, if he had not we would have to tight. But the world is not without kind people.
But still I think that will be in Georgia? whether and when to come has already become a native of Tbilisi !!!
 
TRAVELLING TARKHANY !!!
 
A week has passed. And in the same 1989 I went on vacation with 5 July. And my wife and I boarded a plane "Volgograd-Penza". The airport, railway station and then bus to Belinsky, the village Kamynin, where she came from. Opposite the village, close to Belinsky, to which 3 km , there is a commemorative plate, where MU Lermontov wrote the first poem "Circassians".
Tarhan A to about 15 kilometers . On the second Sunday of July in Tarkhany Lermontov's poetry day passes.
At 8:00 am we with her brother Victor came on this holiday. The car left the parking lot, where there were many "Ikarus" and passenger cars from Penza, with areas from Moscow and other cities of the USSR.
In the village of Lermontovo is a church built in honor of the poet in 1940, a year before his death. It arranged the exhibition of works of the poet and his biographers.
At 15 meters family tomb and sarcophagus with the body of Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov.
On the way from the church of the Archangel Michael to the exit, cross the bridge on the territory of the estate, about a kilometer.
The flow of people, and the left and right of the road folk ensembles and needlewoman, masters of pottery from all over the Penza region. Go heads the field with them and a woman of about 40, when he heard their conversation, I realized that this woman - the director of the museum - reserve "Tarkhany" Tamara Melnikova.
We go to the house.
Monument MY Lermontov, manor house, the Church of St. Mary of Egypt, built in honor of the poet's mother, the house steward, human hut. Guides, almost all the inhabitants of the village of Lermontov. They are excited, some tour guides when they tell about the life of Lermontov, tears in his eyes.
At 15:00, in the summer amphitheater on the podium of the relatives of the poet and foreign poets who translated his poems, novels in their own language. Around 5-7 thousand people came to honor the memory of our poet.
Yes! In one month, so many impressions: Georgia - Tbilisi - Penza - Tarkhany!
See with your own eyes, that the name of Mikhail Lermontov dear and sacred, not only you, but also to each person !!!
In honor of the memory of the poet wants to give parents the poem MY Lermontov to each other:
                Maria M. Lermontov:
Who's heart can be dearer
Priceless friend you?
Without air can soon
To live than without you!
All joy in life, consolation
I have from you,
With you everywhere Delights
And darkness without you.
 
 
                Yuri Petrovich Lermontov:
                I will not tell you much,
Universal Fashion imitation:
How often I say love,
More about not thinking
And whether one word love
The Statement concludes all the tenderness.
No, a little like talking
Kohl heart that w does not repeat
Who says love is often
He rarely is able to love.
Sometimes not say love,
A sense only flames
So I do not say love
Remain silent carefully
But true love you so much,
As soon as possible I love.
(26 August 1816)
 
MY MUSEUM LERMONTOV IN MOSCOW
In February 1990, he traveled to Moscow for a session of the All-Union Correspondence Polytechnic Institute, where he studied in the specialty "Metallurgical plant equipment."
The hostel on the table read in the Moscow newspaper that on Malaya Molchanovka is the house-museum of MU Lermontov and attendance, he is one of the first places. I decided to go necessarily.
Out of the subway, I went on Novy Arbat, moved to the right side. Between the new buildings arch. Alleys, streets. I asked passers how to find the right house.
I went to the museum.
On the street storm, sleet, rain, and the door is almost closed. Many children, teenagers.
Conversation with an employee of a museum 65 years, causing a surprise to her, saying that I have a book first biographer MJ Lermontov Visokvatova.
- How do you have such a rarity?
- How? - She asked.
It does not want to leave.
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