The doctor says
Case on the call
Different happened in the work of the medical emergency Petrozavodsk. The work is not easy and very responsible. At times ungrateful-on wear. But there were at this work and cases curious. About one of them and remembered at leisure.
Worked 40 years ago at the station surgeon. And the challenges he was sent, of course, a surgical profile. The person responsible and highly professional. Sends it, therefore, the dispatcher on a call "abdominal pain", in zaozere. And it was in the winter — right after the New year. That doctor came to the place of the call. The patient squeezes the stomach, the language requested. Without a moment's hesitation, puts his diagnosis of "acute appendicitis". Puts the patient on a stretcher, covers wool with a plaid blanket and carries to the emergency hospital. And I must say that the car that was old "Volga", fairly exhausted by the time your resource. And so it happened that at the most inopportune moments happened to her failures. The team goes through Solomianskyi bridge and climb in the slide. The patient is being driven. And then our surgeon opens a curtain in the car, where the patient lies. In order, therefore, to ask the patient, not frozen it. And then the doctor runs cold sweat. Because not only the patient but also the stretcher on which he lay, not in sight. And gapes just open the back door wide open. And the case, let me remind you, in winter. The decision comes instantly. Ambulance turns around and goes the familiar route back. And, here, on Algorkom highway, the eyes of the uptight brigade opens with this picture: meet them, on the right side of the street, wanders sadly lost, was, them, but the newly acquired benefit of the patient. And not just so-so, is there, covered with a plaid woolen blanket that he drags... a STRETCHER!!!
Case of transportation of the patient
My colleague, the spent many years visiting physician-neurologist ambulance Petrozavodsk, recalls. Year 1964, I study at the 1st year of the medical faculty of Petrozavodsk University, combining my studies with work as a visiting paramedic of the ambulance station. Go with the senior on a team with a paramedic to transport a patient with a diagnosis of acute myocardial infarction from the house to the Republican hospital. Come-on the street where the same two-storey house under the letter A, B, C, d, D. Go, therefore, in building A. Ask: "Here is home sick Ivine?"Surprised by our arrival, the woman answers:" Yes." Senior paramedic measures the patient's blood pressure, pulse, listening to the heart. Prohibits the patient to stand up. Gives us with a driver command: "Stretcher!". Patient – large and bulky — pounds under 120 Finn, about forty years old. His offer to walk to the car on foot should team senior team: "Down!". Raise a patient on their own, however, can not. On the street, at the entrance, the men smoke. On our request to bring the patient into the car willingly agree. On the street frost-20. Put the patient, we carry to hospital, therefore. I sit next to him in the ambulance, watching the patient. And he intently looks at me. Ask him: "What do you want?". He says, " how did you know I was sick?"I tell it that transportation was given by the district doctor. Even more surprised the patient answers: "so we did not call the doctor! I was fishing, I was cold, the temperature rose to 38 degrees. Came to fishing just an hour before you." Knock in the bulkhead-the car slows down sharply. Senior – to me, "what happened?". Ask him to give me the coupon challenge, check. Name – Ivine, right, but the challenge was in building D and not A. Two letters, not clearly spelled out the Manager, change the whole thing. Our hapless patient says: "There my brother lives. Here it is the poor health of the heart." Almost upon reaching the hospital, turn around and go back.
All those men still standing, and also smoke. We silently landed our patient failed, happy that avoided admission to the hospital. Do not understand our helpers – men stand with their mouths open. And we went on. Now – on purpose.
The case of lethargy sleep in the peasant in the village
My colleague, a visiting emergency room physician, says. I passed on the 4th course of medical school pre-diploma practice at the first-aid obstetric point in a remote village in the North of Karelia in the 60s of the 20th century. There even electricity had not yet been carried out. And worked then in this village the old and experienced paramedic Kuzmich. So everyone in the village his name. Because he was born and he grew up in the village, graduated from the med.College in Petrozavodsk, returned back. Yes so entire his life here and had. And he treated all the inhabitants of that village, from birth to the graveyard. And now, just in time for my arrival, die in the village man. Like and not hurt anything on your health did not complain. That is, not flimsy it was health, but, on the contrary, a healthy body and mind. Didn't even coughing, that is. All these combined circumstances have led the poet in our state, to say the least, confusion. Because the distance to the district center was decent and the traffic – only horse-drawn. A horse and cart, then. Yes, besides, the only pathologist left for three districts on vacation. And paramedic Kuzmich, crossing himself, decides to open the man on their own. That is, in the team with me, just arrived to his practice. In the afternoon we Kuzmich patients accept. And as it got dark, the turn to man, so out of place deceased. We put, therefore, his deceased body on the table. Lighted candles-electricity something there is no. The paramedic picked up the scalpel, drank for courage beaker of undiluted alcohol. And I assist him: stand near and hooks keep.
Worried, of course, with unaccustomed the. And the silence is in the room, filled with moonlight. Exactly during the full moon this incident happened. And suddenly, in the twilight, we hear a weak voice of our deceased: "Men, you have decided to do that?"And then-oil painting. To death frightened paramedic Kuzmich rushed to the door. Only it and see. And I leaped, since the snow under it was. And when the self-both came to the clinic returned our "resurrected" we are enlightened. It turned out that in the family they have someone, sometimes, asleep, suddenly, a lethargic sleep. Such a incident happened to him, however. All, says, heard, only a badge of give could not. And when cutting it together, he all his will gathered and these words, thank God, said. Marvelous are thy works, o Lord.
Memories of a cardiologist BSMP
In January 1987, suddenly calls me doctor C-terminal brigade No. 4 ambulance station in Petrozavodsk — the chief physician of kozitsina G. Faina. The conversation is short: in the cardiology Department of the emergency hospital (BSMP) there was an acute shortage of cardiologists and heads.doctor.hospital A. K. Artemyev urgent requests to send back the doctor from the ambulance. Need help. Meets the head. Department Ludmila Elias. Doctor, take four chambers and begin bypass patients. And I must say that with patients with cardiologic I've met before, calls "a bad heart" when our specials. the brigade was sent into the linear crew at nekupiruemy pain syndrome in coronary artery disease, often complicated by pulmonary edema. He specialized in the Republican hospital in the Department at the Department of the famous Professor A. p. Zilber. Could diagnose acute myocardial infarction and cardiac arrhythmias by ECG. But patients to treat was not possible. As I reported the newly minted head (she's just with me then took the head from Inna Alexandrovna Sidorkina, too, a great physician and person). At the "debriefing" was Elias sent to the chapters.the doctor of the hospital. Colleague, said Artemyev, excuse me. Only now understood, that you "intensive", not sick-list a physician's. But has nothing to do, need help. Then I put forward a counter proposal — to work in the intensive care unit (PIT), which would be logical in this situation. My proposal is accepted by exactly half: it is allowed to work in the famous "ten", but also to conduct, at the same time, two chambers of inpatient cardiac patients. That settled the matter. Reported Elias and scored the cardiology literature in the honey.subscription public library, catching up knowledge on the treatment of heart disease. But, among other things, put and several night shifts at the hospital. On one of them and put the problem to the patient, after collecting the anamnesis and palpation of examination, without having on hands of blood the diagnosis of "thrombosis of mesenteric vessels" that surprised a young doctor, resident in cardiology Department Tatiana Yurievna Kuznetsova fact that was confirmed by the surgeons in surgery. Besides, docked several times the arrhythmia in the house from their patients by the introduction of procainamide (as did the ambulance), it caught my attention the head of Elias, which soon passed the test in cardiology. Not to mention the practice in PETE. And the day before my departure to the ambulance received the invitation of the chief doctor of the hospital (at the suggestion of Elias, of course) to the post of anaesthetist PETE the cardiology Department of the emergency hospital. And began the harsh everyday life of work, "Kurdistani", as we joked then. But, we're doctors PETE: Michael Berman, Mikhail Ukhanov. Yevgeny andrusevich, Vyacheslav Pelto and I. And in the autumn of 1990 I was sent to specialize in mastering the technique of temporary pacing in complex cardiac arrhythmias at the Department of the famous Professor Bredikis in Kaunas medical Academy. It was the last, as it turned out later, the improvement cycle at its Department of cardiologists from all over the USSR. On that cycle I was prefect, was able to make all the colleagues of the guest cards in the city hall (since he was a member of the popular front of Karelia, which had helped Kaunas, blocked Gorbachev, the Baltic States, with the supply of equipment with the HTA), as without them, nothing sold in stores. At a farewell party at the Academy was difficult, and Pro-Western sentiments of the professors. Although their attitude to us was quite loyal. I even made a toast to an independent Lithuania and Russia. And after our departure from Lithuania, the curtain fell, and the Baltic States withdrew from the USSR. But this is a completely different story. Emergency hospital justified its status, as all patients in need of emergency specialized medical care, here it was received around the clock. It was a kind of conveyor that the tireless ambulance was loading up on. And we are the doctors of PIT No. 10, though, and was listed in the state Department ITAR (intensive care, anesthesia, intensive care), but worked entirely with patients of a cardiological profile. At the same time advising cardiololgy, which brought a tireless ambulance. In addition, they provided emergency cardiac care to all patients, regardless of the profile of the Department in which the patient was located. So that was fully loaded, except that tea was able to drink with colleagues. Led by cardiologist of the highest class Lyudmila Sergeyevna Elias, and her equally bright Inna Alexandrovna Sidorkina, our office was at that time a leading branch of the cardiological profile, not only in Petrozavodsk, but also in the whole of Karelia. Head of Elias knew thoroughly all their patients, what shocked even the reviewer from the Institute of cardiovascular surgery them. A. N. Bakulev medical Sciences of the USSR Professor L. M. Fitileva invited to the major in their Institute of doctors offices. Ravnaas on his head, we are all trying to develop new diagnostic methods and apply them in their daily practice emergency care cardiomagnyl (ultraviolet irradiation of blood, retrosternal blockade, etc.). Great help to us, and to all doctors of Department was rendered by doctors of an office of functional diagnostics under the direction of Svetlana Vasilyevna Sergeeva. Highly qualified specialist-a cardiologist, is very sociable with everyone, sensitive and sympathetic person — she was always ready to give advice in complex rhythm disorders ECG. They seem to complement each other-Lyudmila Ilyinskaya and Svetlana Sergeeva, being friends in life and carrying a large charge of positive and creative energy, which recharged all of us daily. Invaluable advice to the cardiology Department, his patients provided, as well as now, the Department of faculty therapy PetrSU. Under the direction of Vyacheslav Ivanovich Petrovsky with professors A. A. Martynov, S. A. Davydov consulted complex in terms of diagnostic patients. Employees of the Department conducted classes with students of the medical faculty of PetrSU and clinical residents on the basis of the Department. I consider it a landmark event that now the Department of faculty therapy is headed by doctor of medical Sciences, Professor Tatyana Kuznetsova. Held here, at the time residency, a wonderful and attentive to patients and colleagues a physician. I have managed to work with her mom — a high level cardiologist, who gave many years of life to our patients and deeply and mutually respected them. Become the head office of Elias were the doctors of that generation: Ludmila Chechulina, Galina Vdovina, Tatyana Ispolatova Love This, Tatjana Gavrilenko, Svetlana Smirnova and others. We have always felt their friendly attitude to patients and doctors of our chamber. How many grateful comments deserve them. And not only doctors, but also nurses, wards and wards PETE, working in unison with us. It is Nelly Pereyaslova, Rita Garibova, Lyudmila Soroka, Natasha khlobystova, Irina soskova, Nadezhda klyuchnikova, Lyudmila Fatkhulislamova, etc.they could always rely on and entrust the life of the patient. We worked as one cohesive friendly to your head - Lyudmila Sergeyevna Elias, team. With such hard work, at the same time, there was a place for humor, joint with the Department of faculty therapy cheerful festive events. In the spring of 1990, the cardiology Department and the hospital staff nominated me as a candidate for the Petrozavodsk city Council, which I became for 5 years. Without discontinuing work and at no cost, unlike the members present. Many residents of the city could help, being the Deputy Chairman of the Commission on health care, social protection of citizens and mercy. So we worked then, not out of fear but out of conscience, with a low level of medical equipment in the Department in spite of the low wages and the collapse of the Soviet Union before our eyes. We did the main thing that PetrSU medical faculty and our further medical practice taught us: saving and prolonging the life of severe cardiac patients. But it's worth it.
My guardian angel saves me.
Although my grandfather — a former priest who renounced in 1920 from Sanaa, in anticipation of the repression of the Bolsheviks and save his family, but believe in guardian angel made me life. Or rather those cases where she herself hung as saying "in the balance".
The first of them occurred in the 80s of the 20th century, when I worked as an emergency doctor in Petrozavodsk. We returned once with a driver Vladimir Kozin from the last challenge, having worked the night shift. And the challenge, I must say, almost became to us later in life. And I had to travel from street Industrial, on the street, making a right turn, toward the Cathedral of Holy cross. And here I see that to the left of us on the street the Truth is speeding on a speeding truck. In full confidence that sees it and my driver, however, kept the truck in sight. To uncontrolled intersection is not more than 20 meters, but Volodya was not going to slow down. And then I cry out: "Volodya-brake !!!"From the sudden braking of our "Rafik" enters and turns 180 degrees. And the driver sits pale, with trembling hands and eyes popping out looking at me. "Petrovich," he says, " because you just saved both of our lives!""I didn't even notice the truck. In the side bulkhead it I got. Yes, even sun blinds in the side mirror. Thank you.» Realizing that the driver was tired for 14 hours of driving, but still early in the morning it happens when other cars on the road was not - reassure Volodya. "So, we have a rest on a roadside of 10 minutes and we go, slowly, to station". "And that happened only me and you know, so — no one else. And not find out." See grateful eyes beginning to calm down Volodya and I understand that there is light at the angel".
The second incident occurred on 21 July 2006 near the Padozero station in Pryazhinsky district. I went, therefore, at 6.15 a.m. — not earlier nor later, for mushrooms in the forest. No wind, but the mosquitoes were already awake. I pull the hood on my head and go with his purse on the sun-drenched glade. And mushroom, I must say, little else happened in the woods. Units 7 brought together just. Rising in the East, the sun hits the left eye and on its background stands in the middle of the meadow high beautiful pine. But my attention is suddenly attracted by an object, spinning around the trunk at a height of 5 meters. I come closer, and the object turns into a one-year-old bear. The last thing I noticed, is a straws of hay from his hair. So I think he just fell on the grass. But somewhere near must be the mother bear. And this is my idea coincides with loud overpowering and covering me from head to toe its terrible roar. Fear was the impulse to save lives. The stories of experienced hunters, knew that running from a bear is useless. Catch up, despite all their 250-300 kg of solid muscles. And on earth, and on water – equally. But to stand, looking like a up on its hind legs, an angry mother bear, was somehow sad and uncomfortable. I didn't like her that much too close, about 20 metres — came to peacefully travel to the bears. Yes, even this early in the morning. When there was no wind. When they did not expect to see right in front of their noses Masta forest mushroom picker. Knew and it still ran. Somewhere you go. In the subconscious there was only one: she will not run for me, leaving the bear. And the distance from the house just 700 meters in a straight line. And didn't leave a basket of mushrooms. Because-as pity became. And the sphincter, intestinal, — thank God – didn't work. I run and I look back — from what party there will be attack of a bear. However, after 200 meters tired: they do not have. Now, if on skis! Did not run, however, did not quit the baby – my happiness. It's later learned from a friend of the hunter that I really got the lucky ticket. Because in 90 cases out of 100 such meetings end tragically for a person. And I realize how lucky I am! And the roar of the bear long stood still in tinnitus. And come to the meeting with the bears that summer and could not. Knew, that long perishing there is no their there. But I couldn't. Fear is not allowed.
The third case occurred during the daily operational duty At the center of medicine of the Karelian catastrophe in 2009. But with the disaster connected it was not. I was just having lunch brought from home and microwave-heated soup. And, exactly, when it reached, a piece of meat got stuck in the voice slit. Everyone understands, and to say nothing can. Fortunately for me, the next was a fellow surgeon Chumak Alexander Filippovich. Sitting next to the computer something to print, therefore. Before I could approach him and to show what you have to do. That is – to hit sharply between my shoulder blades with your palm when I draw out the tongue. What he immediately did. That's friendly. But strongly. And I thank God and Chumak, breathing! In practice, asphyxia, foreign body, apply other techniques (Heimlich maneuver, Sillica etc.). But I saved this, it is usually not recommended. And here's what it means to medical practitioners. I thanked and shook the hand which saved me a colleague, as if nothing had happened, began to eat the soup his ill-fated. Another is not present, and on duty before the morning had. Filipych continued its printing of the document. The extract, however!
August 1993. During the holidays we with Igor Petrovich by Curiculum scholar — Tolstogo — 're going to Interposyolok in just transferred to the Olonets diocese Vazheozersky female (at the time) monastery. Want to contribute to the sacred cause of the revival of the monastery, which in Soviet times was located a psychiatric ward and a prison for juvenile offenders. So the Bolsheviks — atheists mocked the Church. We introduce ourselves to the mother abbess Seraphim, the abbess of the monastery, and ask her blessing for her help to the farmstead. Having received the blessing to work as laborers in the far, lake, meadow, located in a former farm. I have some experience of mowing is, but Igor Petrovich has to master them in the field. With us in the team are local boys who have remained without work after closing of the farm. The monastery, though female, but of the women in it: mother Seraphim and nun Olga from St. Petersburg. Yes still the wife of the brother of the mother Ivan who has arrived, as well as mother, from Sochi. Do not go women in the newly opened monastery, knowing about their forthcoming challenges. And from men — only father Alexander. He, in combination, and the driver of "UAZ" on trips to distant mowing. On their shoulders lay the difficult task of reviving the monastery after many years of blasphemy within its walls. And it is, except for farm machinery, and even livestock: cows, pigs, etc. Local residents help, of course, for a nominal fee, but not enough. We are surprised: after such a busy day the clergy have enough strength for many hours of service in the Church. We do not stand on services: I was baptized according to the rite of the Orthodox faith in the Church of St. Catherine the great Martyr in Petrozavodsk after a trip to the monastery. Not baptized and Igor Petrovich. But we eat together with everyone at the same table. After the mowing, in the evening, with the blessing of mother Seraphim, we go fishing on the duct. "Yes, don't bite there", say local men. But we, to their surprise, bring a fair catch of perch and roach in the evening ear for all our brethren. "The Lord helped!"says the startled man: "Yes my mother's blessing." On arrival in the city I address to the businessman, too to the Deputy of the Petrosovet, Igor Zotochkin with a request for financial assistance to the reviving monastery. He responds to my request, and I introduce him to mother Seraphim, who has come to town. Now every month the monastery will receive such assistance in the form of necessary household goods from its store. So we parted with my mother, I wish God's Help in all the arduous Affairs of her monastery. And it overshadows me with a sign of the Cross…
On a trip to Umea (Sweden)
In the official delegation of Petrozavodsk I was enabled by the unanimous vote of the session of deputies of the Petrograd Soviet in September 1994. Head of delegation — Tatiana Lebedeva, Chairman of the Council. And in its structure, except me, Nikolay Chernenko-the head. the Department of social services. protection city hall, Eugene Shestakov-head. the office of the Council and Mami the O. Seander — our translator. And three days before the trip, in November, suddenly, I lifted her composition a strong-willed decision of the mayor Katanandov. In deputies of the Petrosovet I was put forward by staff of hospital of an emergency medical service of Petrozavodsk where I then worked. He was an independent Deputy and openly spoke at the session and in the media, pointing to the mistakes of the mayor and his team. And "deserve" such a mayor negative. He Katanandov this time was abroad, and his duties were performed by E. akatyev. In conversation with Akatiev ask him during the day to restore me in the delegation, given the possible negative repercussions of the incident in the media. What happens: the next morning, I restored the lists of the delegation. In Finland we're taking the train, named "the Composer Jean Sibelius". And then on the sea ferry "king Line" in the Baltic sea in the capital of the northernmost province of Sweden västerbotten umeå. We were met, despite the holiday, the whole mayoral team. And the head of the city — comes by Bicycle. And this despite the fact that her husband is a millionaire. We say a toast for the friendship of sister cities. And since the day before our arrival, tragedy sank the ferry "king Line", which killed many of the inhabitants Sweden, I toast the memory of their countrymen. Nod knowingly touched the Swedes. Give me a personal translator Pertti Perflect. He is my colleague-a doctor, studying Russian and communicating with me — this is his language practice. Every day we go to his "Mercedes" medical institutions umeå, where I do not cease to be surprised by the technical advancement of the Swedish LPU. It is striking Torax clinic, which performs up to 600 heart operations per year. In the evening, our delegation goes to the spaghetti Opera, where our tables are served by singing and distributing pasta and wine-pouring artists of the umeå Opera. Pleasure is worth a lot of money, judging by the richly dressed audience at the tables. But our visit is fully paid by the host country, i.e. umeå municipality. On one day, as an exception, we are going to get acquainted with the Swedish penitentiary system. In the suburbs of umeå is located the northernmost of the seven Swedish prisons. She meets the warden – cute Swedish Monica Westerlund. Invites to his office for an impromptu press conference. I ask Frau Monica a lot of questions and I get detailed answers to all of them. In prison sit Swedes who have broken the law-with different terms of imprisonment. That is characteristic: if the prisoner complies with prison rules, then after a few months of its release on the daily leave home. Regardless of the landing period. Religious Swedes in prison attend the clergy, regardless of their religion. Prisoners work on the territory of the prison, at their request. Mojica holds for us a tour of the prison grounds. Spacious cameras, more like hotel rooms, designed for 1-2 Swedish seka. In each of them on the wall of a plasma TV. A spacious gym with walls that shift in length and width, depending on the sport. A prisoner dressed in denim suits and sneakers. Ill take in a beautiful medical office. Rather not a prison, but a Russian sanatorium. Only without the right to go beyond it. Yes-in such conditions it is possible to sit and be re-educated. Outside the framework of the trip program, I meet with the leader of the social Democrats of the province of västerbotten and agree on the interaction of our parties in the future. The interpreter at this friendly meeting is Stella Sevander, daughter of Maimi Oskarovna. By the way, the Work of M. O. Sevander, as an interpreter, was beyond praise. As a co — Chairman of Karelian memorial, I was doubly pleased to talk with Her, the founder of this society. She just finished at this time to write a book about the repression of the Finns-ingermanlandtsev and American Finns, who came to raise the economy in Karelia in the terrible thirties and died in Soviet concentration camps. We're having a farewell party at the mayor's house. In the basement of the house his hall for the reception of guests in the walls of which are barrels of wine. Treat yourself to turtle soup-when still manages-and proclaim toasts for hospitable hosts. But on arrival to Petrozavodsk, at the next session of the Petrograd Soviet, leaving the podium, ask two unpleasant question of the head of Petrozavodsk Mr Katanandov in person: — Who expelled me from the members of the delegation before the trip, and why his officials blatantly lied to me that instead of me in the delegation included businessman allegedly paying for the trip if the entire trip took place at the expense of the receiving party. Both questions hung in the air and remained unanswered.
The passion according to Yesenin
There was this story at the dawn of my foggy youth. How many dramas and tragedies then had to go through! Gogol himself would have turned over in the coffin! Here is one of them. I really liked my classmate from the village school – Lyubasha. As my favorite poet Sergei Yesenin. Here I was thinking all the time: how would I Express my feelings to her. And it came up — on his head. And, as it turned out, in the truest sense. He took, therefore, the textbook literature in 1972, where he was the poet Yesenin. And, in particular, my favorite "poked on the lake scarlet light of dawn." And, somehow, one of the changes came to her, as I then thought, Lyubasha. And I look at her with a loving look, tenderly so. Opened the ill-fated the textbook and read for it. I read loudly, so as not to stumble with happiness and overflowed me with emotions: "You're under the caresses reset silk wedding veils. I'll take drunk until the morning in the bushes". And that was the last thing I remember. I woke up lying on the floor four meters from the classroom door. I'm being followed by our school doctor, class teacher, and our entire class. The first thing I ask them: "What was it?". All are worth and silent. And only look on me. As if first time see, however. Took her home and put to bed. And after school ran a friend of mine – a classmate of Sergei Ivanov. "Well, you give, – speaks. — Immediately snap out of it, while the verses did not bring you to the grave!". It turned out that after my last words, my lover hit me with a stack of books on the head. Sending, thus, on a hospital bed for a week with a concussion. And it is not visited me even once in those days. I lie, means, in a hospital bed and think, "Where is it — this is justice? I said to her – about love sublime. Me and she is a knockout!". Yes, even with a concussion. It was a shame, of course. What kind of love. And the words in his head already a bad climb. But second favorite poet – bawlers-rebel — Vladimir Mayakovsky. In particular the Premier: "Your word, comrade Mauser!"Okay would simply unrequited love. And then with that answer yet... So, ingloriously, ended my addiction to literature. Which is a pity. And Lyubasha I, of course, all later pardoned. And even one thing time, after the end of the schools, was texting with it. Love the evil guys…
Childhood is our Golden
Passed it in those distant already fifties in the yard of the house No. 45 on Gogol street in Petrozavodsk. That two-story wooden barracks, without any of the amenities then that is to the left of the entrance to the Gogol bridge. The postwar years were difficult, his Father came from that terrible war — wounded, but alive. And, to the pre-war our brother Evgeny who was born in Ukraine, there arrived replenishment in the form of two more brothers and two sisters. Parents: mother was teacher and father is working, since the childhood instilled in all us labour training for life. And we tried to help them in everything, race with each other, recording all their "good deeds" on paper. And in the evening reported to returning from work parents. And, at the same time, found time for cheerful domestic games. The ringleader was always the older sister Natasha. Searched for "treasures" in her notes-benchmarks, played rounders, "sour round", volleyball, hide and seek, etc. When, in 1955, began to dig pits for the Gogol bridge, they quickly filled with rain water. And we — the young boys-bathed in them. At the age of four went there and I. And of course immediately began to sink. Without a moment's hesitation, to rescue me jumped into the water Slava Lyubarsky from the "teacher" forty-ninth house. And as a puppy was pulled from the water, continuing as if nothing had happened, his bathing. Parents, I said nothing, but name his squad for life remember. How to remember and herds of horses that our neighbor-groom Larionov - drove every morning from the old station in a pasture outside the city. Just past our house. And in the evening the same way back. Horses could be heard and seen from afar, and we were hiding in the cracks, for fear of being crumpled them. Then tried to keep to feed families all living creatures. Our family held goats, ducks, chickens and rabbits, up to a hundred heads. The grass in their feed each of us a bag! — the day — had to pick in the summer, whatever the weather and time of day. But evening bag with a bed of shredded grass had to be presented under the watchful eye of his father. We all understood the fleeing rabbit meat, why it was needed. And an extra $ issues bathe not were asked. Crashed and remained in memory of our mother's trip in the winter in the cold to the Salmon for rinsing clothes. I drag my best sled with a two-handed Laundry basket to the hole, where my mother rinses her bed linen on a stick lined at home, kneeling on the edge of the hole. And then on the hill, grunting, pulling sleds up on the shore. Mother these winter frosty rinsing resulted later in chronic arthritis with deforming arthrosis of both knee joints. Everything was in the difficult post-war life: a drunken brawl lososinskoe punks and a funeral in the yard of the deceased neighbors, who were accompanied to the cemetery, going behind the car with the dead Sands or Alagory. But there were also very careful and friendly relations to honey neighbors in the house where, according to Vysotsky, "system corridor — on 38 rooms there — only one bathroom — and was". We-children-went without invitations to all neighbors. And nowhere we were not shown the door, but on the contrary, tried though something to buy. Although all were living almost in poverty. And all his childhood in the apartment we lived and studied someone from Poduzhemskaya and Kem our family. None of them at the shelter the parents refused. But as I have warm memories of these adults now have people on our this is open to all! What a pity that we lost this postwar special relationship close to their snail – houses from your neighbor…
And when we were given the same free time the whole family went Hiking in the woods on the far outskirts of the city, where now microdistrict Drevlyanka – with baked potatoes and tea and singing around the campfire. As sincerely and melodically mom and dad were singing Ukrainian folk songs! We've all been dying for this time. And the young and beautiful our parents, taken love to each other through the war and the difficult postwar years, and raised all of us, looked with love into each other's eyes and mentally was at this time there, in the Ukraine, in his father's native village of Ivkivtsi in Chernihiv …
Memory and pain
Cold February 1991 from the bucket, cut a bypass road for silicate brick factory in Sulazhgora Petrozavodsk, suddenly fell human remains. Works were stopped and on a place of secret burial it is caused is investigative-task force of city Department of internal Affairs. Experienced criminalists was not difficult to establish the age of burial and call of the terrible findings of the representative of the KGB, and us, the members of Karelian voluntary historical-educational society "memorial". We are police Colonel, Deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the RSFSR Ivan chukhin - Chairman of the " Memorial "and its co – chairs-Pertti Vuori, Victor Paaso, Alexander Bozhko, as well as a member of the Popular Front of Karelia, search engine Yuri Dmitriev and a member of the" Memorial " Mikhail Tikkanen, with a representative of the KGB Dig carefully, like archaeologists, hoping to find at least some evidence the old tragedy. In each of the skulls, the occipital bullet entrance hole and exit in the frontal bone. Note, that in two turtles bullets directly in them and stuck. According to the imprint on the sole of one of the boots set year of execution – 1938. In these pits we find a few bottles of green glass. So Stalin's executioners drowned out their stress with vodka before the shooting of innocent victims. Find some glasses, pince-nez, aluminum cups and spoons. But neither one of them scratched out the names of the victims. But just before the excavation of the Deputy Chairman of the KGB. N. Belyaev gave us the list of victims. And even one scratched on a spoon surname would help to establish the entire list of victims of these terrible holes. The remains of the executed are collected in paper bags, about 25, and drove to the garage Mikhail Tikkanen on the Key. Together with the evidence that will later move to the Museum of victims of political repression Yuri Dmitriev. And shortly before the excavations, on October 30, 1990, simultaneously with the action at Lubyanka in Moscow, Karelian "memorial" together with the Popular Front of Karelia held a "Watch in Memory of victims of political repression" at the building of the KGB of Karelia. Unfurling her banners, we lit candles and silently — under the terms of the picket were standing near the house on the street of Andropov, 5, in the cellars of which in 1934, a week tortured my grandfather, a former priest — "spy of the three intelligence services." The mind is won then the management of the local KGB. They came out to us and stood by the lit candles. And that is true: it is not they, but their predecessors from the thirties at night, were brought here on the sinister "funnel" of innocent victims, where they were tortured and how were taken to the place of execution in Besovets, Sulazhgora, Sands (the shooting of priests). Although repentance for their crimes, the Communist party has not brought. After the excavations, the head of the local self-government of Petrozavodsk. Katanandova created the Commission on the organization of the reburial of the remains of victims of political repression. In discussing the plan the reburial, there are different variants of burial of the remains. This place near the Eternal flame, and the building of the city jail...Suddenly the Bishop of Karelia and Olonets Manuel, who is present at a meeting of the Commission, offered the final resting place of the remains to the cemetery at Holy cross Orthodox Cathedral. My question to him: "o Lord, but among them the remains of people of different religious faiths. May they all rest in the churchyard of the Orthodox?"Was the answer of the Lord: "Lord, all of them long since reconciled. Don't worry about it." With the light hand of the Lord of the arduous preparations for the reburial went at a fast pace. There were many questions, but they were resolved quickly. Placing the remains of one hundred and forty-seven innocent victims in six large wooden coffins, each of which we cover Russian tricolor. After parting in the foyer of the Finnish theater, we take them to the place of eternal rest at the churchyard at the Holy cross Cathedral. The procession was escorted our many citizens of Petrozavodsk and Karelian. After all, almost every family in the years of terror and lawlessness of the CPSU lost someone from their loved ones. Among them are those who themselves have gone through terrible concentration camps, and whom we by I. Cohenim, as MPs failed in their lifetime equated to participants of war. Before burial in the cemetery, many people from the funeral procession will say goodbye at the funeral rally at the place of their burial. They will come here now every year on October 30, the day of remembrance of the victims of political repression in the USSR. We omit the coffins with the remains of our worst finds in a common mass grave, and it sounds three times a soldier's salute…
The law of the outstretched hands
Petrozavodsk musical drama theatre has always been famous for a galaxy of outstanding actors, singers, ballet dancers whose names were known far beyond Karelia. Among them the drama actor, the honored artist of Karelia, the winner of the Lenin Komsomol prize Anatoly belonuchkin shone with special talent. Only his character, Mackey the Knife in Berthold Brecht's three — state Opera, was worth it. And in the autumn of 1986 I learn from my sister Natasha Zorina, who worked in this theater as a make-up artist, that Oleg Belonuchkin, a favorite of the public, "did not pass the attestation Commission and was not included in the troupe." This information stunned me and prompted me to take active action to protect the actor. At my request, the sister prepared a list of roles in the performances in which he was involved. And I wrote a letter to the Chairman of the Union of theatrical figures (STD) of the RSFSR people's artist of the USSR Mikhail Ulyanov, which outlined the essence of what happened. Working at that time as the exit doctor of station of an emergency medical service of Petrozavodsk, I collected under the surname 50 signatures of physicians of station, having explained to each of them an essence of an event. A month later, the Ministry of culture of the CASS came to answer from Mikhail Ulyanov with a request to understand the incident and restore the actor in the troupe. And further: nervous call of the Minister of culture Oleg strelkov to the Minister of health Dmitry Ispolatov with a request to present doctor Bozhko before strelkov's clear eyes. And call the chief physician of the MTSP F. G. Kozichino me home with a request to arrive at the Ministry of culture. Trying to stay within the limits of decency, the Minister Shooters for hours trying to drain me is clearly far-fetched negative on O. Belonuchkin. And when he realized that his verbiage had no effect on me exactly no effect, began to threaten that I will have problems with further work in medicine. Having cut off any relation to me not having the Minister at half-word, I parried threats, having told that it is as far from culture as I — from space, and occupies obviously not the place. Which was agreed to and respected Minister of health Dmitry Fedorovich Ispolatov, to whom I recounted the substance of our culture, conversations and boorish behaviour. Actor Oleg Belonuchkin was restored to the troupe. This coincided, of course, but soon the Minister Strelkov resigned from his post. What I however did not surprised. And on March 2, 2001, already forgetting about the "Affairs of bygone days", I received an invitation from the Minister of culture of the Republic of Karelia Oleg Aleksandrovich Belonuchkin in its 60-year anniversary evening at the theatre "Creative workshop". On the invitation sheet Oleg signed with his hand:" I Will always remember your support in difficult times... "and in the program of the evening there was a musical and poetic composition"...the Law of the outstretched hand...".
Deeply symbolic name, which made to remember all that unpleasant for the image of the Strelkovsky Ministry of culture epic. Already during the anniversary evening, Oleg introduced me to the guests, informing about the importance for him in that difficult moment of helping friends of the theater. After the festivities came to Oleg, I said, "How did You hear about our letter STD in Russia?"It's very simple," Belonuchkin replied. "As Minister of culture and examining the archive, I found your letter, having learned with surprise that the paramedics Petrozavodsk had a hand in my defense and recovery in the troupe of the theatre". On March 2, 2016, the remarkable Russian Actor Oleg belonuchkin would have turned 75. The bright Memory of him....
Light memory of Evgeny Petrovich Bozhko, historian-researcher