GPU biography

Well, here, and okay. Here the Chekist regiment is building a shooting gallery. You will be sent there. What will I do there? So far, workers. And then, as they say, "by ability." Combine there that you can, show the initiative and while looking from the cathedral we will transfer you the other day. Yes, there is a whole conspiracy in my favor! Otherwise, it is impossible here.

We - and you to us. The Great Law of Blat. Otherwise, here we’ll fold the whole head. Well, while at a good hour, the use of “quietly! .. The commander of the Chekist regiment, a low stocky person, with a harsh hard face and bristly mustache, a typical non-commissioned officer of the old army, approached the tira under construction. He waved his hand in displeasure, and the prisoners took up shovels.

The cocker's gloomy eyes stopped on me, dressed in the uniform of the sea fleet commander. Who are you? Sailor, t. From the headquarters of the fleet from Moscow. Previously, in the Black Sea Fleet swam. You, as a military, rifle business, probably understand? I have the title of sniper and instructor in the shooting business. I had to build tires. Ah, here's how?

Well, let's go with me we went around the place of the shooting range, and I gave my thoughts regarding its device. Falling targets? Do you take it to arrange it? I would even say that the terrain allows you to arrange here not only a shooting range, but also a sports town, a football platform, a water station on the lake and a number of physical education entertainment.

For the Red Army and civilian camps, this would be both an interesting and useful occupation. And then, this is for the camp in a man-butt, but generally a gloomy Chekist carefully looked at me. This is true and you, by the way, what are you sitting for? For counter -revolution.

Well, yes, yes. This is clear. Such people and for what exactly? For the old belonging to the scout organization. Well, we will see. Actually, we cannot let the kaers to our Red Army soldiers, but I will look at your business. In the meantime, write to me a report on the whole project. Comrade Commander, I live in the cathedral. There, not only to write, but it is difficult to breathe well, this is a trifle.

Report the workshop that I ordered you to transfer you to normal conditions. Tomorrow at 12 come to report. Soviet hacks was created on Solovki Sports station. Of course, there was no question of any serious production of sports among prisoners, but the station was needed for the Chekists and, most importantly, was an excellent advertising bar in the overall picture of the elephant.

When Solovki was immortalized in the film in the film, our sports station appeared as almost the main argument in evidence of the “happy life” of prisoners. Under the guise of prisoners, the selected Red Army soldiers showed the exercises and games “with a joyful smile”; The sites were bordered by thousands of driven spectators. Then the film lenser photographed all the beauties and historical attractions of the island, “full of enthusiasm and high labor productivity” camp work, happy fed faces of well -dressed prisoners of also dressed Red Army soldiers and Chekists, and when I had the opportunity to see this film in Siberia, I must confess that the impression of it remained excellent: the resort, not camps of hungry.

Persons, depleted, dilapidated people and holes with corpses, of course, were not in the dreary life of the camp Kremlin, the sports station brought their drop of joy: on the holiday, tired people came to play towns or just talk to each other, not afraid in the open air of the ubiquitous spy ears, and in the winter to take a break from gam, bored and sleepy air.

Almost only only the Red Army soldiers were engaged in sports, which did not prevent me from to strengthen my position to write a whole Soviet “scientific work”: “Physical culture, as a method of penitentiary.” In it, I argued that Soviet physical education in the camp is reflecting the anarchist instincts of the criminal and the evil hostility of the counter -revolutionary into the bright type of the socialist builder, with the corresponding enthusiasm, sacrifice, discipline, collective spirit and other qualities necessary for the Soviet citizen.

This report of mine was solemnly met by the authorities and printed in the scientific journal "Criminological Bulletin". I acquired a reputation as a “scientific worker with a Soviet point of view” a person who saddled Solovki comrade manager! Would you like to see how a person will fly? Where will it fly? Yes, from the bell tower. Go soon! I came out of our barn, proudly called the "sports station." The workers gathered in a heap and watched with interest how the central cathedral climbed a small human figure.

What does he need there? And this, Comrade, the head, ”Grishchuk explained to me, the headman of our working artel, a thin Polish peasant,“ this was torn the flag at night by the wind at night. So, they climbed, it means that they promised to take a new one to take off to take off for this, ”another worker explained. I would not agree to live. It costs yourself more. As you sniff, you will have nothing to bury.

The figure slowly moved up. From the shore of our holy lake, the Kremlin seemed to be some kind of heavy massif, over which the domes of churches towered.The pointed spire, on which the red flag was still fluttered yesterday, reigned high above the entire Kremlin. The most keen eyes passed to me, half -glued to a person, the details of the feat. He beats the nails in the gap and the rope crawls down with the belt, and what is it for?

What would not fall? Eh, you, ”Grishchuk said contemptuously to drag his flag with him? On the rope, you see, this flag is upstairs and the small figure will soon pull the spire and waved her hand. A flagpole with a panel of the flag crawled to him from below. And an hour later, a fresh wind fluttered a new red flag above the Kremlin. If any of you guys finds out the name of this guy who climbed, - tell me, - I asked the workers.

In the evening they reported to me: the daredevil, who climbed onto the spire, was my old acquaintance - Mitka from Odessa the secret of the monastery, I knew that Mitka could not “wash away” from Kemi this time. He, just who had already fled, was immediately sent to the island, from where the escape was impossible. There he, as a man and “king”, instantly settled in the kitchen and did not lose heart.

What carried him to the spire of the cathedral? In the morning, Dima and I, passing by the Kremlin, met our hero who was important in the greatness of his glory. Seeing us, Mitka instantly dropped his important look and joyfully, he greeted his friendly.