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Called negligence

July 19, 2013 Vladimir Nadein

A small, feeble man, unshaven, short hair with a gray back, appeared before trial in a washed female robe on her bare chest and in slippers on the bare foot. Let's clarify: did not appear, no. He was brought to court from prison and under escort. In a colorful robe. The color of the slippers is not installed.

The name of the man is the haray of Harutyunyan. He controlled multi -ton Kamaz, filled with gravel to the top. A heavy truck crashed into a regular bus at the intersection near Podolsky. Many passengers died, even more was injured, including hard. It's all so sad that I don’t want to name numbers. Yes, you yourself know them. So many. Among the dead is one child. It is already enough to shudder from this misfortune, into official mourning and without it.

Even before the driver’s photographs appeared, I read about him in the newspapers. The main detail that all reporters rested on - that he is an Armenian. And not just, but as if twice Armenian. Because he is a foreigner, a citizen of Armenia. The authors interpreted this as an aggravating circumstance. Type: Maybe he is not drunk in the insole, but that the Armenian is for sure.

This T-shaped intersection, behind the village of Oznobishino, I know very well. A little further is the village of Krasnaya Pakhra, where once, in completely different times, the service dachas of Izvestia were located. For almost thirty years, even under the Soviet regime, we came with families here on Saturday-Sunday. And how many times, having forgotten to stock up on bread or milk, I traveled to Podolsk, bypassing this intersection - now not to count.

There has never been a traffic light. Thirty years ago, when the roads, by current standards, were deserted, in this fork, I had to turn my neck a lot at the Zhigulnysh so as not to please the wheels of a truck racing along the main road. But not everyone was lucky. Together with many Izvestins, I signed a requesting letter to the Podolsk traffic inspectorate to put a traffic light. Decades have passed, eras changed. Cars bred like mice. But the insidious intersection methodically multiplied his victims.

And I also learned about the driver from the press that he had recently died from an evil tumor, a 21-year-old son, that at home, in Yerevan, there remained a disabled father and wife. And he himself came to earn a monument to his son. So I earned - for five years. If not more.

Of course, I cannot know the details of the incident, there should be many professional examinations ahead. What was there with brakes, clutch, what is the depth of protectors? But for myself, I will manage without examinations. If, taking into account the motorcycle, then for half a century I have been driving. And it has long been knowledgeable to me the depth and humanity of domestic justice. And this allows us to draw a simple conclusion that sitting this ruble hatyunyan is not to leave.

Nothing in the appearance and behavior of the driver indicates the replacement and neglect of his head responsibilities. Like any visiting from the former USSR, living in Russia on bizarre rights and in an unkind environment, Harutyunyan was immensely valuable with his work. The golden times of flyers passed. Today, the dismissal of the poor man with his horror surpasses the bankruptcy and collapse of the dollar billionaire. Having lost his earnings, having spent the last money on the road, the poor man gets into a dead end of hopelessness. Therefore, he works for wear. Recall: the accident happened after noon on Saturday, when all decent people rest. But not visiting Armenians.

I know the theory according to which the poor themselves are to blame for their poverty. They do not want to work, you see. Less lazy, there would be more initiative - you look, and they themselves would ride Bentley. Employed, of course, syllogisms. But not for me. When I have to choose between the rich and the poor, between the lucky and the unlucky, between the strong and the weak, healthy and the sick, my thoughts and feelings with those who in this life go in the tip, and troubles with a complete measure.

In the Moscow police, another point of view clearly prevails. Regarding the ridiculous ladies' dressing gown, in which G. Harutyunyan was brought to the public presence of the Tver court, the authorities went out of professional insight. “Sources in the metropolitan police say,” writes the reporter of the MK newspaper, “that investigators consider the scandal around the appearance of Harutyunyan one of the tricks of his lawyers: it is possible that he was not specially brought to new clothes so that he appeared in court in such an unhappy form to cause pity.”

Well, investigators, well, guardians of human rights, dignity and honor! And if the suspect was brought to the court not in a dressing gown, but in a shirt with his pants, would he no longer cause pity? And if in a jacket and pins, but with a disabled father and the need to work hard to his beloved son-this is not what is not deserved? And if without a monument, but simply a grief of a man who became an involuntary cause of death of other people - so let him suck at least naked?

Even the most tranmissor, which, are abilities, are fully equipped with police ranks, will not dare to say that this visiting from Armenia, a miserable and bewildered, not daring to raise his eyes because of a mighty bars, deliberately and intentionally directed his KamAZ to a flight bus. And the film from the DVR, and the disaster schemes have been shown more than once on TV. Ten meters before the bus, the truck was already lying on his side and it was irresistibly carried. Perhaps experts admit that this trick G. Harutyunyan, a driver with 20 years of experience, hoped to prevent trouble, but did not manage to.

And at this time, in America, Johar Tsarnaev was brought to court. He is accused of organizing a terrorist attack on April 15 in Boston, during a traditional marathon. Three people died from a bomb, allegedly made and laid in a cache and his older brother Tamerlane. And then, escaping from the persecution, the Chechen brothers killed the policeman.

Like the Rray Harutyunyan in Russia, Johar Tsarnaev in America is not from the locals. He was arrested by a seriously wounded, bleeding. Treated, cured. He did not appear in court in a chopper with baked blood and not in worn slippers. The color of his robe was too bright, as it should be in American prisons. But in all other things - quite decent clothes, which does not humiliate the human dignity of the prisoner.

If Johar is found guilty of all points of the prosecution, then he is facing the death penalty. If the right to condescending is not recognized for Rrachya Harutyunyan, then he will be imprisoned for seven years-with the right to parole. Because the Tsarnaev brothers, in order to kill their victims, had to commit a number of aimed, obviously thought out actions. The unfortunate Armenian was decided by a combination of circumstances closed in a split second.

If it is quite simple, then the fault of these people are incomparable. But the attitude towards them is also incomparable - only with the opposite sign. If large lawyers curl around J. Tsarnaev, and the curly killer himself flaunts on the glossy cover of the journalollingStone magazine, then the unfortunate hard worker with red inflamed centuries sits behind bars with stains. In blogs, leisure footcloths water him with curses, and two post-Soviet powers, Russia and Armenia, argue between themselves which of them had to bring him something more or less decent in order to cover the shame.

And, as usual, with a dull clerical arrogance blame each other without a chance of worn pants.

Photo by ITAR-TASS/ Mikhail Postuev
Photo by ITAR-TASS/ Anton Novoderezhkin