“Sleep, soldier, good night, the demobilization has become a day shorter. Dembelskaya tale
Soldier's notebook
Territory
Army
From time to time in the army, I collected sayings and sayings of my comrades in the service. There is an opinion that a soldier does not develop creatively, I want to break this stereotype. This is far from true. For two years I have collected oral soldier's creativity, namely soldier's: how he lives, what he thinks about, what he dreams about, about his hopes, aspirations, of course, and about soldier's love.
Do not be very strict, my reader, please be indulgent towards the creativity of then eighteen-year-old boys.
So, soldier folklore.
Paraphrase of the song by the popular singer Sergey Minaev in the early 90s:
Yes, it was an unexpected blow when I got to serve in OTAR.
Here are mountains, hills and sands, here people die of longing,
There are no fields, forests and rivers here, why does a person live here.
The heat is about forty-five, and we run to the cross again.
Here is someone from behind, covered in sweat, shouting: “I can’t take it anymore.”
Teams: "To battle! "," Rota, stand up! "There is no strength to raise his head.
And here we lie for an hour, another, the sergeant is always overhead.
When six months have passed, when everything is in the past.
The longing for the Motherland will pass, and we will leave for the troops.
Who was not - he will be,
Who was - will not forget
730 and 1 day in boots.
Physical
Rape
Healthy
organism
Colossal
Universal
Absolutely
unwilling
Work
I ate the oil and the day passed,
The political officer went home.
Demobilization became a day shorter
Sleep, soldier Good night!
Wake up, soldier, we were deceived,
Wake up, soldier, we've been robbed -
Two years of youth was stolen.
The army is a big family
but I'd rather be an orphan.
Who went through these two years,
He will understand the meaning of the word freedom.
Seeing off - everything remains for people,
Cadets - a gang of skinheads,
Outfit - and the dawns are quiet here,
Kaptyorka - treasure island
Outfit for the company - D, Artagnan and three musketeers,
Anxiety - what? Where? When?
Cross - no one wanted to die,
The sentry is a sleeping beauty,
Patrol - Timur and his team,
A soldier at work is an invisible man,
Hang up - how beautiful this world is,
Bread slicer - Baghdad thief,
Breakfast - I'm still alive
Dinner is a fight for life
Dinner - people and animals,
Vacation - ten days that shook the world,
Outfit in the dining room - Ali Baba and forty thieves,
Meeting with the patrol - they were known only by sight,
15 gr. oils - a piece of life,
Agenda - life cracked,
Outfit - crime and punishment,
Bath - a person changes his skin,
The oath is swan fidelity,
Evening check - remember your name.
A dog is a man's friend, but God forbid, a friend turns out to be a dog
If the Earth is a body, then Otar is a priest.
I ate the oil and the day passed,
Ate an egg - a week has passed,
to eat more
so that two years fly by.
Love for a girl is like a belt
The closer to demobilization, the weaker.
God created peace and quiet
The devil created the rise and the foreman.
Do you remember, friend, how we walked.
Wine, girls, taverns.
Instead, we were given
HB, footcloths, boots.
You have January - we have January
The same dates.
You have a glass of wine in your hands
We have automatics.
Mom waits forever
friend - two years,
girlfriend - one year,
foreman - 45 seconds.
Two years, sparing no legs,
Trample my tarpaulin boot.
Comrade, believe, she will rise,
star of captivating happiness,
when from the lists of this part
our names will disappear
the barracks will collapse, and freedom
we will be greeted joyfully at the entrance
and on the wreckage of the checkpoint
the letters DMB will appear.
Better see your girl in the crosshairs
than on another guy's lap.
I will remember for many years
Soldier's soup and black bread.
Tell me what the soldier is guilty of when a girl cheats on him
when he is holding a machine gun, such as you ... sorry, he is guarding.
Believe me, brother, the hour will come
when you go out the gate
and you will drink for those guys
who to serve for another two years.
To my mother I am a son
I am a brother to my sister
for the girl you love
I'm just a soldier.
love mom,
Love like a sacred
Love more than yourself
love mother,
She's the only one for you!
No one can love and wait
How long does a mother wait?
A soldier has only one joy.
Remember the good past.
The girl is a star
and the star is beautiful only at night.
Life is a book
The army is two sheets,
torn out in the most interesting place ...
Hours fly, days go by.
There is less and less to serve.
Dive a little more
And happiness will soon smile.
To help the demob
need to sleep both day and night.
How far apart we are
and at the same time so close
love you my friend
and you love me and wait.
The man is such a bastard
worse than which only a woman can be.
I love you - it's a secret
It's a secret in my soul
I want to ask you with my eyes
do you love me or not?
Like a silent wave in the sea
like the bright song of a poet,
let it be sweet and gentle
this photo for you.
Let ten years pass
to the clink of glasses in a restaurant
I will never forget
two years of service in Kazakhstan.
Vodka is an enemy for a soldier,
and the soldier is not afraid of the enemy.
A girl becomes a woman overnight
and a young man a man in two years.
Self-will, self-will,
what's good about you
five minutes you're free
ten days at GUB.
Don't believe girlish tears
because crocodiles also cry.
I am writing a letter and very sad
I write and see your image.
I'm so lonely without you
want to see you.
Who is to blame that you are tired
And I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep,
The footcloths are badly wound,
Came from the outfit and fell.
And whose fault is that day after day
The orderly shouts to us: “Rise! »
And we dream of our dear home
And the Order with which we will leave.
The army is good school life,
but it is better to go through it in absentia.
Hey Army! Deaf side.
For two years they have been walking here in the "Afghan"
and yet we need an army,
To appreciate all the charms of a citizen.
Damn that day
when the enemy poked me in the chest
and said, "GOOD! »
Who was not in the Army,
he lost a lot
who was - he lost everything.
It's not rock, it's not jazz
these are cadets scrubbing the toilet.
It will be difficult - be strong,
It will hurt, don't cry
There will be a wind - do not rot,
Remember, life is life.
Chizdyk, chirp, kuku,
soon demobilization old man!
Hold your nose with a carrot and your tail with a gun!
Before twisting love
Learn to wind footcloths.
A soldier must have one girl,
but in every locality.
Soldier, remember you guard your girlfriend's dream
who sleeps sweetly with another guy.
Serve, soldier, and be diligent,
Your demobilization is also inevitable.
Remember yourself and pass it on to another
The more you sleep, the closer to home.
The more oaks in the army,
the stronger our Defense!
People - peace
Soldier - demobilization!
Why don't they play KVN in the army?
Because everyone is funny on the lip,
And resourceful - on vacation.
Live, love, but be careful
Love not all and not always.
Don't forget what's in the world
Treason, lies and slander.
The winter will pass
summer will pass
The best years will pass.
Everything in life will be forgotten
But years of service - never.
Two years is not the whole life
but all your life you will remember these two years.
We wait like cheese from a crow
Minister of Defense Order
Don't be sad my dear
when your son is away from you.
You, often shedding tears,
remember me now.
Smiling when you meet me
Forget your sorrows.
For your dear worries
I bow to you to the ground.
Mom, dear dear,
you are dearer to me than everyone on earth.
I love you dear mother
your son serves
and serve you.
Dear beloved mother,
The closest, dearest person.
Happy birthday to you
And from Otar I send my greetings.
I embrace you in my thoughts
but I can't see you.
On this day I protect you
Our happiness is with you.
Happy birthday to you.
On a postcard, I send you greetings.
And now I wish you health
Happiness in life, success in work,
Be beautiful, cheerful and gentle,
To make life smile on you.
Dear beloved mother!
Otar - locality, a station in the Dzhambul region in the early 90s.
Afghan - a new khaki uniform with pockets in the early 90s, another name for "experiment"
GUBA - Guardhouse
AWOL - Unauthorized leaving the place of service in order to take a walk in a civilian settlement
Kapterka - a room for storing clean linen and special uniforms
Demobilization - (n.m.r.) A soldier who served for two years.
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Only funny poems about the army can diversify the hard everyday life of a soldier. Poetry always inspires, and even more so poems written in a comic form. A soldier, for example, can read a few funny poems about the army at night (if, of course, he has the strength to read) and wake up in the morning with good mood. The effect will be no worse than from.
Also, funny rhyming lines do a good job of raising the morale of the army. Yes, and many, after reading poems about the army, will surely remember their service: demobilization, sergeants, officers, ensigns. Well, for those who have long been demobilized and started a family, we offer. It turns out that civilian life can also be fun.
Who was not in the service, did not wear boots,
Who mowed down the doctor's health,
He was not called, he is happy about it.
He knows where heaven is, but he does not know where hell is.
Forget cognac and wine for 2 years
Forget about dancing and movies for 2 years
Remember the girl who's waiting
And the service, believe me, will pass faster.
Who was not in training, he does not understand
How you want to eat, how you want to sleep,
How you want to fill the sergeant's face,
And after the lights out, crush the bubble ...
Mom and dad said:
"Grow up - go to the landing."
The military office told me:
"You only care about the construction battalion."
I wanted to live normally
But you have to serve.
Fear me, fierce enemy,
Because I am a fool.
A fool going to the army
Because not having
Because I'm dumb
There is no money to pay off!
Why do we drink and where do we drink?
Not at a friend's apartment,
Not in a pressed uniform,
And there, at the stone pillars ...
For the march, blank walls,
For the years that pass there.
And for military epaulettes,
that fall on our shoulders.
For those who are at sea, on the border,
For those who are freezing at their posts,
And as people say:
"For those who walk in boots!"
Take, country, my two years.
I give them away because
That somewhere, someone and sometime
Why something invented war.
I lived quietly for many years
But suddenly the agenda.
Goodbye love, goodbye friends
I'm going to distant lands
Where only demobilized people drink vodka.
We have a good foreman
We have one foreman.
Here we go to demobilization -
Let's give him a smoke!
Who was not in the harsh army,
Didn't spend my youth there
I didn't miss my beloved girl,
He will never understand a soldier ...
We are the guys from the construction battalion,
We honestly serve, we are waiting for demobilization.
We have a weapon - a shovel,
We have a trench - a training ground.
I saw myself as a fighter since childhood,
dreamed of becoming a paratrooper.
The Lord did not offend with health -
I was sent to reconnaissance.
And here is the assignment. With a parachute
I clutch the gun in my hand.
Kick in the ass. "Farewell, Anyuta,
I'm leaving in a steep dive."
The soul trembles, the heart breaks,
eyes pop out of their sockets.
Fell into a ditch near a swamp.
Well, what a smell, itching in the nose!
Enemies all around, dark and scary,
our platoon goes, and ahead
stands like the Eiffel Tower -
rocket, don't go near it.
Well, we are bypassing, and there is a swamp
and snakes, break their thunder!
Drowning in de ... who wants to?
Nobody climbs into a windbreak.
Gone without a trace of bravado
bayonet-knives in dust and dirt.
"Stop, don't breathe! Ambush in the bushes!
I'm scared too, don't tremble!"
In the night, no, no, let the bullet hang,
I'm wet, I want to go home.
“Dear, sweet mother!
In reconnaissance more, not a foot!
Oh army, great time!
Grandfathers, battalion commander, shoulder straps, orders
Getting up as soon as the rooster crowed
But we are used to - every brother and friend ...
In the arms, legs - pain everywhere,
Sand in the mouth, salt on the neck.
In the eyes of a tear, in the soul of longing -
Here are the Russian troops.
I will remember for many years
Soldier's soup and black bread.
Seven in the morning. February twenty-third.
Not even open eyelashes
Proud of the thought that now in the answer
I am for the integrity of our borders.
At seven fifteen - I'm proud in the toilet,
At eight - in the kitchen, having eaten ten eggs,
The thought of the one that I personally answer
For Russia within the borders.
At eight twenty - I meet in the net
A couple of people close in spirit to me.
Like me, these guys are in charge
For the Russian Federation, the inviolability of borders.
I agree, according to "ace", to be the third ...
At ten - the first one is drunk, blitz,
By the hour - six of us, all in the answer,
For the fate of our common borders.
Somewhere…? But what are these numbers for?
Falling down as a proud publican, prostrate face,
I extinguish the thought in the salad: "in the world
There is no more reliable than ours, the edge ... "
We have not seen for two years
Young, beautiful eyes
We kissed for two years
Gas mask instead of lips...
Hurry, supper and lights out,
Hurry, demobilize and go home.
Parachute dome opened
Jump in a dream, not in reality.
But the trace is real for some reason,
Left a scare on my pants...
They thought about the service, dreamed,
When we were kids.
But when they got to serve,
I want to go home all the time.
"I'm immortal!" Kashchei said,
And in vain he said so
He took a sip of Kashchei soldier's cabbage soup
And then - same "oak gave."
Platoon in a dream I dream
I whisper in delirium
In the army, I'm in this
I will never go.
We'll be back guys
And then we will shine
Not the stars on the shoulder straps of the battalion commander
And the stars on the bottles of cognac
The day has passed - all the oil has been eaten,
We sang a song on the walk
Sleep soldier, good night
Demobilization became a day shorter.
Who was not a soldier, who did not swallow the dust
Who in the rain and in the heat did not stand at the post
Is he a man? He did not take life
I slept peacefully under my mother's wing
He should not read these notebooks
He does not understand soldier songs.
I won't join the army
I won't be a general!
There are so unique
Too much without me.
If you are swollen without sleep,
So, of course, you are a spirit.
If you sleep somehow
So you're already a scoop,
If you overslept lunch
So, of course, you are a grandfather.
Short haircut, what did I find in it?
A good boy went into the infantry,
Whispered goodbye to his beloved:
After all, this is not much - 730 days.
God created peace and quiet
The devil created the rise and the foreman.
I will give doctors a bribe
Dollars are in fashion right now
And they will tell me
Everything, man, is not good!
Brother, believe, she will rise
Star of captivating happiness
When from the company lists of the unit
Our names will disappear
Goodbye lads
goodbye freedom
I left to serve for 2 years
Remember brother, serve wisely.
But remember that you got into a fool. house.
Silence again in the barracks
The "old men" lay down
Only a small "dushara"
Dies of boredom
He looks at his grandfather tenderly, and shakes his head
"I want to demobilize with you,
take me with you."
Without you, friends, years will pass here
Without you I will trample dirt
But remember that these years
you can sleep peacefully
Soldiers don't know how to cry
They keep sadness in themselves.
And the tears just come out
Cold sweat on the back.
There are no people here
There are cadets here
There are no animals here
There are sergeants here
When there were no races on earth,
And the mind did not know about the universe,
One primeval gave another in the eye,
And so the soldier was born.
My native military
I opened the way to hell
I can't forget all these days
And time spent with friends
And that concrete that has been trampled more than once
I'm on a divorce with boots.
Two soldiers from the construction battalion
Replace excavator.
Two air force soldiers
Replaced by an SS platoon.
Who did not serve in the army, forgetting about drinking,
He will not understand the price of a citizen.
I remember a wonderful moment
When I took off my gas mask
Fresh air hit my nose
And tears flowed from my eyes.
The military enlistment office is a wonderland,
He went there and disappeared there.
I believe, brother, demobilization will come,
There will be no lychek and longing,
And we will be together with you
Eat pies at home!
It was a stormy day, or maybe a boring one.
So good to have you with me.
Wish good night better
Beloved, accept a simple verse.
I wish you good night
And I'll say it again, I love it.
Happy life is much easier.
I tell myself to be happy.
Good night my love
I hug you tightly!
I heart like rubies to you
In a glorious wrapper, I hand!
I have always dreamed of you
And let dreams be inexplicable...
I told you a fairy tale
Now sleep sweetly, my love.
Good night my baby
I know you are still awake
And on this dark evening
You must be waiting for my call.
You close your eyes
Let miracles happen.
Fall asleep with love in your heart
Because I love you, you know!
I stroke your hair furtively
Breathing calmly warming ...
You fall asleep, my dear, sweet,
After all, the night outside is very thick!
Forget your worries, take freedom
With you to where all your dreams are.
You fall asleep as fast as divorces
Chalk rain washes away all the flowers!
Look how the star is twinkling
Look how the moon is burning
Look how the night caresses
The wind that hurries into the distance!
It's all just for you and me
Why are you still not sleeping?
And now I'm closing my eyes...
Good night my sweet baby!
Goodbye day for the umpteenth time
And went out the windows with starlight.
I want to tell about it
While you sleep at the midnight hour.
Let you dream of the sky
In which the month is shown
Plays gold for the eyes
that open at dawn.
Let the gardens dream of you
Where nightingales soothe
Where we'll be alone
Having surrendered to the kingdom of spring.
Of the sweetest dreams
I give you the silence of the night.
At midnight you sleep soundly
And I do not sleep because of doubts
What to wake up as always
Where such a moment will not be repeated,
When the moon knocks on the window
Getting lost in the clouds sometimes.
Night is a very cruel phenomenon,
She separates the lovers
Separates bodies, no doubt
But do not separate the heart!
I'm with you in my thoughts today
I won't leave you for an hour!
Imagine how I close my eyes
And how I touch lips now!
Sleep, spring of my soul,
The endless day is over.
The moon floats over the city
And shadows fall on the fields.
Our house is shrouded in unsteady haze,
The invisible cricket sings
Peace spread over the world
And the ceiling is strewn with stars.
Sleep well, do not think about the bad.
Surrender to dreams of fabulous lands.
I will not let grief into our house,
As long as you keep your head in the clouds.
I whisper in your ear: “Sleep sweetly!
May you have an amazing dream
Where are the magic horses on the echoing pavement
Scatter crystal horseshoes chime.
Whispering fairy tales in the darkness, there the surf is relentless,
The east suddenly reddens with sails.
Well, I'll quietly guard your peace
And read your dreams between the lines.
The evening turned into snow.
Wind. Not a single thing is visible.
You fall asleep, my tenderness,
I am near - and there is no melancholy.
I will play you a song
And slowly I sing
About how I adore you
About how much I love you.
Where and how famous Samara residents served
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Composer Mark Levyant marched in sandals
In his youth, aspiring musician Mark Levyant forgot Bulgakov's order not to talk to strangers. Credulity turned into a draft in the army and the delights of military life.
Already in student years I wrote music and was quite famous in the city, - says Levyant. - Once in the park a man sat down on a bench to me. We talked about the army, I said that after my studies I would like to immediately enter the conservatory and, if I'm lucky, not to serve. The man offered to help “get rid of” the army, asked for all my data. I, suspecting nothing, agreed, left the coordinates.
A few days after meeting with a stranger, Mark received a summons from the military enlistment office. The "well-wisher" turned out to be the head of the "Builder" ensemble in the construction battalion. He decided to arrange everything so that the musician got into his squad. But Levyant was still studying at the institute and could not be drafted into the army. The boss had already forgotten about the guy, but the military registration and enlistment office remembered. On June 28, Mark spent graduation at the institute, and the next day he went to serve in Syzran.
The army was not without incidents. The musician had no idea what footcloths were and how to use them.
I have a 46th foot size, and there were no such large boots in the unit, ”recalls Mark Levyant. - For two weeks I marched in sandals. In order not to dishonor the system, they put me at the very end. When the boots were finally given out, I put them on on my bare foot, without footcloths. As a result, in one day he erased his feet into the blood. I had to walk for a few more days in sandals until the calluses healed.
Ironically, six months later, the gifted guy was transferred from Syzran to Samara to the same ensemble "Builder", where his "well-wisher" so actively wooed him.
I served in the army for only a year, - says Mark Grigoryevich. - During this time he wrote music for the play " Przewalski's Horse". Of course, I did not see money for my work, they were transferred to the unit. But the performance at that time was very popular and glorified me.
During the day, the future composer worked in the theater, in the evening, with other soldiers, he built the foundation and plastered the houses. Their weapon was not a machine gun, but a pick and a shovel.
The soldiers, Levyant recalls, even raised a wild cry when real weapons were finally brought to their unit. And what soldier without love story? Mark in the army was constantly visited by his future wife.
We were just friends then, - the Honored Artist of Russia admits. - Olya conquered me by constantly feeding delicious meals and secretly brought civilian clothes so that I could change and run away to the city on business.
Boris Fradkov "framed" the foreman
Boris Fradkov, famous showman, general director of the Samara radio station Maximum, served in the Primorsky Territory. Even then, Fradkov was famous for his rich imagination and ingenuity. God forbid anyone gets in his way. And then an opportunity presented itself. The foreman disliked the soldier from the very beginning.
He told me a word, I gave him two. Many will not like it, - says Boris Yakovlevich. - So he made me either wash the toilet, then dump it, then stand all night near the bedside table. And then there was a chance for revenge. On the eve of the rise, they called, they said that the commission would arrive soon and it was necessary to wake the foreman 15 minutes earlier and warn. I found something more interesting for myself.
Private Fradkov began to change the boots standing by the beds. There are 100 people in the company. The shoe size for everyone is from 39 to 46. The soldier managed to change everyone's shoes! But there was not enough time to warn the foreman. When the commission arrived at 7:00, all the soldiers, including the commander, were sleeping peacefully.
- "Soldiers get up!" Everyone tries to put on shoes awake. It is still possible to climb from the 39th to the 41st, but on the contrary, it is rather difficult, - laughs, recalling Fradkov. - What started here! Ten minutes later, the sergeant ordered to line up barefoot. Instead of a morning jog, the soldiers went in search of their boots. I could only pity. But I bravely denied involvement with a shrug.
After some time, Boris had another opportunity to teach the offender a lesson. Next to the unit was the local "Pentagon" - a women's hostel. On dismissal, many servicemen ran there to the girls. And once a friend of Fradkov complained that he had caught, excuse me, a pubic louse.
Vitaly Dobrusin was a thunderstorm of demobilizations
TV academician and founder of the RIO channel Vitaly Dobrusin began his service in the tank troops. The school of life began in a very peculiar way. Before the army, an intelligent boy did not know how to drive a car at all. And then he was immediately seated in a tank as a driver. On top of the tower sat a gunner - "grandfather" - and, almost something was wrong, methodically hit the newcomer on the head.
I already felt insecure, and then a blow from the right, then from the left, - Vitaly Arkadyevich recalls with a smile. - It didn't hurt at first. The helmet helped. Suddenly the sergeant hit harder. It hurt so much that I lost control. We rolled over with the tank. I was lucky, got off with a fright, but the demobilization team broke my arm.
After this incident, Private Dobrusin was transferred to the Rembat, away from caterpillar vehicles. As soon as young fighters began to be introduced to military equipment, Vitaly recognized his tank.
This car is beyond repair! - the officer sighed, and the young soldier realized that he had not mistaken himself.
In rembat, Vitaly was the youngest of the soldiers.
Will try to "smell" in literally, I thought then. - And then they sent me to paint a pipe at a gas station, - Vitaly Arkadyevich recalls. - I have never painted anything before and I honestly told the demobilization officer about it. He cursed for a long time, but there were no other options. He had to climb to the pipe with a brush in his hands. I was instructed to hold the ladder.
At this time, the battalion commander was passing by. Seeing what was happening, he was very surprised and asked in a purely military way:
What is this Miracle Yudo, your mother?
Private Dobrusin, - I answered loudly and expressively, automatically letting go of the ladder. The ladder, left unattended, separated from the wall and flew away. Falling "grandfather", as in slow motion. Vitaly did not even immediately understand why the commander was looking intently at what was happening behind him.
Having landed, the experienced soldier expressed everything that he thought about the younger generation, about me, about the whole Soviet army and personally about the battalion commander! For that time it was strong, - continues Vitaly Arkadyevich. - The most interesting thing is that after this story, they began to treat me with a little cautious respect. Say, on the first day of the "grandfather" slammed! What else to expect from him?
Pyotr Filaretov set records while still in the army
Samara strongman, four times record holder Russian book records Peter Filaretov served in Leningrad in the signal troops. Our hero was already famous for his achievements.
I had an outfit in the dining room, ”recalls Filaretov. - We six had to peel potatoes for 1.5 thousand people. But just before the shift, three of us fell ill. And we set a record - in three hours we peeled two tubs of potatoes, and with blunt army knives.
Our countryman admitted that there were cases when he went AWOL.
One day I decided to break out into the city for my birthday, ”recalls Filaretov. - I bought a cake, 21 candles and went to the girl to celebrate. Then patrols went around the city, which followed the cadets. They checked the documents, the form and so on.
I didn’t have a leave in my hands, only the old one, but if you read it carefully, it became clear that it was no longer valid. In the subway, when I was waiting for the train, a patrol approached me. I gave them a leave, realizing that if they were not knocked out now, they would put me in a guardhouse for three or five days. So while they were reading, I slowly shifted the cake from the right to the left hand, pushed that there are forces of one sergeant to another. They fell, and I ran and managed to get into the last car of the train.
Vladimir Makhlai was on duty on a submarine near Cuba
The president of the Togliattiazot Corporation, Vladimir Makhlai, was sent to the Far East by military distribution.
The road to the duty station was not easy, he recalls. - We traveled from Perm to Vladivostok for 18 days in covered freight wagons. The medical commission assigned me to submarine fleet. During the year I comprehended the profession of a machinist. From the stay in the training camp, I will always remember the exhausting daily morning cross of 10 km, and once a week we also ran in a gas mask. Twice I had to take part in parades in the Golden Horn Bay. Two or three months before each parade, night training began. Cold, wind, legs were knocked down to the blood - really colossal work was invested in the beauty of the chased step.
Vladimir Nikolayevich served further in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, in the village of Rybachy, where the submarine base was located.
We got to Kamchatka for 8 days, all this time a storm raged on the sea. No one managed to avoid seasickness, even experienced sea wolf- cook - peeled potatoes lying down. The propeller shafts were exposed, there was a very strong noise and vibration. People were just turned inside out. When we finally set foot on solid ground, we rocked for a long time.
The future president of the Togliattiazot corporation served on a Project 613 medium-class submarine, as a mechanic in BS-5, and was responsible for the operation of equipment involved in diving and ascents. During his service, he had to take part in long sea voyages.
In 1958 we were on combat duty near Cuba. On the next trip, we went in a group of escort hydrographic vessels, which observed the seismicity of various regions, studied the sea relief, depths, he recalls. - After the return, the boat got up for a scheduled repair, and although it was time for me to demobilize, the commander detained me as a highly qualified specialist until the repair was completed. But on the other hand, he arranged a solemn farewell for me: he lined up the entire crew, thanked for the service and sent me to the station in a Volga car to the sound of a siren, and even the crew collected 2 duffel bags with provisions for the journey. Service in the navy became an important step in my studies at the school of life, it helped me decide on my future path. I never thought that I would have to spend so much time away from Russia. And, perhaps, this is the most difficult test that has fallen to me in my life.
Original taken from skif_tag in Dembelskaya tale.
But interestingly, now Russian army do you count the days by the oil you eat?
Do they give their porter after the order to the spirits?
They also pass on a leather belt - a symbol of heaven @ honor, a new call at the X hour?
How does a "demobilization fairy tale" sound today?
Today, in the era of the Internet and mobile communications, the dissemination of any information is not difficult. What I am writing now can be read by anyone from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok in a minute. Both distances and the size of the country are of absolutely no importance.
But, it is clear that this was not always the case. In the past, any unofficial information spread throughout the country through oral retelling, gossip. At the same time, of course, being subjected to the phenomenon of "spoiled phone", sometimes very distorted.
There were also closed communities in the country with their own subculture. If we talk about places of detention, then all the laws and concepts were passed down from generation to generation, and at the same time there were some priests, keepers of traditions. They were imprisoned for 20-30, and sometimes even 50 years, and were a source of knowledge for more and more new generations of prisoners.
But, there was another subculture, the army. And this is where things get more complicated. The permanent officer corps could not serve as the guardian of hazing soldier traditions, and the service life of the soldiers was limited to a relatively short period, while the service, for the most part, the soldiers were in one or two (training + part) units.
That is, the transfer of some knowledge within the framework of one part is a completely understandable and logical option.
But, I still cannot understand how the same rituals were passed on from generation to generation, from call to call, almost without distortion, on the territory of a vast country.
Here, for example, is a demobilization fairy tale ...
Chik - chirp, pi @ dyk - ku-ku,
Soon the demobilization of the old man,
They ate the butter - the day has passed,
The foreman went home
Good night to all grandfathers
Demobilization became a day shorter
Let your home dream
A woman with a magnificent n ** do,
Beer barrel, vodka basin,
And Ustinov's order.
In this unchanged form, it was told in the barracks throughout the territory Soviet Union! Only the surname of Ustinov changed to Sokolov, Yazov ...
So how is this possible?
Does anyone have any options?
How does it sound today, ... and Shoigu's order "? However, now it seems that the call is announced by the order of the Commander-in-Chief.
But it’s interesting, if this fairy tale existed unchanged for at least 20-25 years, then what could prevent it from living on?
