Translated material
Where is this house
Just a year ago there were eight houses in this yard. Now on the site of the eighth house there is a mound with a small monument. There are wreaths and photographs around. And also leaning against the monument is the usual Moscow street sign “Kashirskoye Shosse, building 6, building 3.” For some reason she survived when the house crumbled to dust in a matter of seconds.
Until now, almost all the people who live in this yard are afraid of the night. For a very long time they generally went to bed dressed, and now they are well versed in which wall in the room is load-bearing, and therefore safe. If there is any noise in the yard at night, the lights come on in all the windows, as if on command. Immediately after the explosion, residents were told that they could go to the Neurosis Clinic without referrals, only by showing their registration. Some took advantage. “Nastya lived here with two children,” recalls Natasha Dolgikh, a resident of the neighboring house. “She couldn’t enter the house at all for three months.” I was treated in this clinic, and then I completely changed places.”
Women walking with their children on one of the bright playgrounds recall the story of one of the residents of “that house”: “On the eve of the explosion, Alla Petrovna sent her daughter-in-law with the children to Germany. And, imagine, we were late for registration! But Alla Petrovna was an energetic woman, and she pushed in her relatives. And at night - an explosion. And Alla Petrovna herself, and her husband and son died. The daughter-in-law arrives - there is no one left, neither a stake nor a yard. Now, however, they were given an apartment in Maryino and they helped them furnish it; the companies brought furniture as charity.” The women are silent for some time, then one of them sighs and utters the sacramental “Fate” for the countless time.
It’s difficult to change from here: there are few people willing to go to “that same yard on Kashirka”, despite its exemplary appearance. Although now this is one of the safest courtyards in Moscow. Basement and attic doors are equipped with a 24-hour alarm system. A “panic button” of the same alarm system was installed in the entrances, which are now locked and equipped with intercoms. In addition, the district police officer checks the integrity of the seals on the doors of “non-residential premises” almost daily.
Vladimir Sidorov has been working here for a little less than a year. He replaced his colleague at the site, who, on the eve of the explosion, signed the act of checking the basement with explosives. He now avoids meeting with representatives of the press in every possible way. In addition, his colleagues protect him from journalists. “Imagine a 19-year-old boy who was in shock for several months after the incident,” says Arkady Gostev, head of the Nagatino-Sadovniki internal affairs department. - And what could he have done in that situation, besides what he did? I checked the integrity of the seals and found nothing suspicious, which I certified in the act. However, he turned into a switchman. Only then were there departmental checks that did not find even the district police officer’s indirect guilt in the incident. Now, by order of the Central Internal Affairs Directorate, he has been reinstated and is working in his previous position, but in a different area.”
The current district police officer says that in general the criminal situation in the area entrusted to him is completely normal. Most often people turn to Vladimir Sidorov “for family matters.” But he tries to avoid the place where the house stood a year ago. “There are never riots there,” Vladimir explains and looks away. “Why just go there like that...”
School No. 543 is very close to the park with the monument. Last fall, they were seriously afraid for the children - they assigned a security guard to the school and even assigned a supernumerary psychologist. School principal Lyudmila Fursova is still regularly sent bad sketches of unshaven men suspected of completely different explosions. However, the children, as Lyudmila Mikhailovna says, returned to normal much faster than the adults. Teachers took much longer to recover. A year later, conversations on this topic died down, grass grew on the hill near the monument, and everyone began to think that all this was just a terrible past. And then there was an explosion in the passage at Pushkinskaya.
“Maybe you know about two friends who met at Pushkinskaya, and then one walked along the passage, and the other went upstairs? - Lyudmila Mikhailovna is worried. - So, the one who walked down the street is our teacher Dina Alekseevna Shchedrina. Her friend died. But it seemed to all of us that the fear had already passed.”