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White diggers ": war is not over until the last soldier is buried

May 6 2005
10:00

In summer you can go to sea, and compressing with a young lady on the beach to the sound of the surf, enjoying a night southern sky, you can go to the cottage, lazy reading books, lying in a hammock, and in the evenings to sit around the campfire, you can stay in town and get a temporary job. And you can go in search of the remains of soldiers killed in World War II. The only question is - why?

Maxim - 18-year-old student at the Nizhny Novgorod State University named after Lobachevsky and a member of the regional youth public organization of the search of Kurgan. Maxim says very seriously and thoroughly, competently, but it seems a little nervous - to his credit so far only one retreat summer: "Who came in search or just give up after the first exit, or will be doing it all my life, when the provided such an opportunity. " Maxim considers himself the second category - this summer he is going to go back to the search.

Before talking silyus I understand: why would he, 18-year-old boy, riding in the summer in the woods, digging the remains of people who he does not have even distant relatives? Maybe he's going to become an archaeologist? "While I'm at the History Department, Search - just my hobby, - said Maxim. - It's in the future I will hardly something useful. "

"Kurgantsy usually conduct searches in the Volgograd region, Karelia, Bielsko district of Tver region. Go into the wilderness, doing the work, which, in essence, was to run the state. And do not get a penny for it - quite the contrary. "Usually university allocates money for road and per diem - RUB 25 per day. And if not enough - you have to pay out of their own. Though they say that the funding would not give "- without a hint of indignation, sad and even embarrassed notes Maxim. I thought it embarrassing to admit that their work is not valued, and all rests on the enthusiasm.

"It's addictive, very interesting, though very hard physically," - said Maxim. Find a medallion, and be able to read it rarely works, it is considered for happiness. Once a person found by a soldier identified, the "diggers" are going to Moscow to work in the archives to find his relatives. University pays only road to the capital and back, accommodation, again, at his own expense. In the identification of the deceased, in fact, is the meaning of the search.

I would not have been able to. I'd hardly even been able to touch the human remains - it's scary. "This quickly get used to - says Maxim. - First, of course, when you raise a bone, you understand that this was a man, but then the remains are already perceived as archaeological material. The first time I went and was very afraid, could not imagine how this would happen. And then I got the first skull ... and normal. "

In the spring of "diggers" are sent to explore: walk in the village homes and ask grandparents if they know where there are mass graves nearby. Sometimes, luck, and are sympathetic grandmother who remember the events of sixty years ago.

Specifically, the "diggers" are looking for something else, besides the remains of Soviet soldiers. "The ability to escape from the city, from the hustle and bustle, go into the wilderness, where there are no problems, except that you need to work and work and sit around the campfire, sing songs. This is romance in some way, - said Maxim. - In addition, it is possible to do a good job. " I animate - here it is, why would he need it - and ask your companion to explain why he thinks a good deal.

"Bury humanly those people who fought for our country and died for something that we now live - a good thing." But why should he, Maxim, is it necessary?That his life will change from what is lost in the Great Patriotic War will be "buried like a human being? Well, because it considers it necessary. Need, because he considers it a good thing. Circle. Maybe this is patriotism, not trivialized, not leavened, not demonstrative, not a TV without the cheers.

Maybe if I was in another arranged, I would be able to share their kicks and the upcoming summer, too, went to be with a group of volunteers like these, combined thought, "If not us, then who?" In the wilderness with a shovel at the ready.

Where are you behaving, ditch?

Andrei Voznesensky's poem "Rove" told the real story of the five convicts' black digger ". I tried to talk to a classic of the "pit" and a digger, but he did not want to communicate. Apparently considered unnecessary.

I tried to put myself in his place and not condemn. Why respond? About what?

To find the poem "The Moat", I came around a few bookstores. She took the last copy of Volume III of collected works of Andrei Voznesensky.

In the underground, despite a warning before the reader, opened the book. At the 6 th line of Accession, I stumbled. On the last paragraph, I realized why I advise all to read it alone: lost their breath in the throat - lump lines floated.

"Where are you behaving, ditch?"

And when I read the poem (it does not exceed 20 pages), did not feel any hatred towards those who are tearing the graves for the sake of gold crowns, to stay under the ground the devil knows how long, no malice towards the fascists, no sense of relief.

There was a stinging sense of this wild-wild despair. Stared wide-eyed in the rain and could not understand how is it that a bracelet with his hands shot has some value for money. Despite the fact that near the ground is child's skull with the remnants of a tightly braided pigtails. And dig seeing the skull, not terrified, and stretching to the bracelet. Nothing shudder inside. Calmly remove the bracelet, get a bunch of grandmothers, and even does not work throw the remains of the earth - let lying around.

And he's waking up in the morning, like all people, brushing my teeth like everyone else, drank tea or coffee - which is more like. And then he bought for 30,000 cash information about the burial site, where the Nazis executed 12,000 people.

And why not? Lying in the ditch is not important gold crowns. He also does not matter what they are. And how are they, too, it does not matter.

Digger goes into the night. Powered by the headlights. Takes the booty - found the skull. Inspects. If there is a golden crown, rip them with pliers, no - flings like a torn ball. At digger rubber gloves - and suddenly infection? "

At the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier bear flowers. By the Eternal Flame are wreaths. Common graves are ... spades and shovels?

There were five. They grumbled that the body sketched haphazardly, it is not easy to rake, and that metal is not the highest standard. "No one should I have a damn thing! What money under the ground to lie? "They found the process took place. On the first day packed hall was packed with inquisitive personalities, in the second - the person rushed to realize opportunities.

Those who seek will always find, right? And they find. And tear. And sell. In gloves, with words of kindness with nothing in the ground to lie.

The Age came severe.
Edge of the tramps and thieves.
Where you lead, ditch? "

Most difficult to believe that Voznesensky wrote it in 1984.

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