Seeed out at work

The roosters here are shouting "Alco-and-ki-and-and!" This is a variation common in Central Russia on the theme of the traditional “ku-ka-ra-ku-oo-u-oo-oo-oo-oo-u-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-u It sounds a shame for Sergey Zheleznyakov, chairman of the Rodina collective farm in the east of the Yaroslavl region. “Of course, you will write that everyone drinks bitter, but in fact we have here, as everywhere,” the chairman makes excuses. - You, in the city, are habitually thinking that the village was sleeping. But we are fighting this. ”

Zheleznyakov is not lying. His native Yaroslavl region recently became famous: in television, they reported that here, they say, finally won collective farm alcoholism with the help of coding. Many farms even prescribed the costs of war with green serpent in a separate line in their budgets. Fashion appeared in the Lyubimov region of the region, where the "homeland" is located, and this year it was followed by all 19 collective farms.

The former collective farm, and now the STR (agricultural enterprise) “Rodina”, as the chairman himself characterizes it, is a regular, not particularly successful livestock farm. The farm of 1975 buildings, wooden houses of collective farmers and the only brick building - one -story "office", it is also a club. In the "Motherland" they grow cows of the local Yaroslavl breed: they are with black sides and white faces, around the eyes - "glasses" like a panda. From their milk, the famous Yaroslavl cheeses “Poshekhonsky” and “Uglich” are boiled. Now there is a harvesting of feed for the winter - mowing hay, put the silage. A difficult time, with a serious expression on the face, explains Zheleznyakov: now, as during the sowing, collective farmers cannot be drunk - not before that. The most responsible workers do not drink: three on the hayfield and five at siring. Half of the responsible - encoded.

In total, of the 38 employees of the Motherland over the past two years, which is preserved here by Zheleznyakov, 14 people have been encoded - with different result, some not once. Moreover, both men and women - both tractor drivers, and milkmaids with calf. Of the Zheleznyakov completely nonsense on the collective farm, only one thing can be called confidence - he was encoded under the former chairman, after the tractor drove into a flooded quarry. The car could not stand the simultaneous acquaintance with both the water and vodka elements: it was sent for repairs, from where it was not destined to return.

It was always on collective farms, Sergey Zheleznyakov complains. He scolds Soviet power, which “has stood and morally laid out the village: since then the city is sure that collective farmers are not far and certainly drinking people. And this is insulting, although in terms of drunkenness and true, the chairman admits. Well, they drink from resentment, but more from hopelessness. Indeed, since the same Soviet times, life has not changed much here: the same hard physical work using the technology of Soviet still production, the same inadequate salaries on the verge of a subsistence minimum, the same meager Soviet leisure with two state television channels. And nothing portends changes.

At first, they also tried to fight the result of this hopelessness in a Soviet way - they called to the board, they sorted, they say, there are children, wife, tractor in the end: “But you laugh in vain,” the chairman stricts strictly. - The tractor is everything for the collective farmer! The tractor is not a piece of iron. They love him! Well, they work, of course, on it. ” Including for themselves: open the areas for potatoes, mow hay for their own cows. Therefore, taking the tractor for drunkenness is the worst punishment for the collective farmer. But punishment is not afraid of him. “What can I? A little, ”Zheleznyakov shrugs his hands. - I can drive out of the collective farm for two days, only then I will take it back anyway, and everyone knows it. I can finish, but the salary is still small. On average last year, the milkmaid is a little more than 2000 rubles. Received, the machine operator - under 2400. " If with a bonus, then it can get 5000-6000. A 40-kilogram bag of feed, which the piglet eats in two weeks, costs 300 rubles.

So the collective farmers do not have money for modern methods of combating the drunkenness of money. Therefore, coding is paid by the collective farm, but with the condition: you will break - the cost of coding, about 700 rubles, the collective farm from the salary will deduct. Do not break - get sobriety for nothing.

However, the advantages of sober life are not obvious to everyone. Here, for example, two Kashirin brothers, Sergey and Dima, both machine operators. Sergei, the eldest, has not been drinking for a year and a half, but earlier, by his own admission, he “drank scary”, and everything that is on, including “a liquid for the baths, although this is actually a rubbish.” Bath liquid here is in the same way called the Strepysh -1 setting agent (250 ml, ethyl rectifical alcohol - 88%, distilled water - 12%, alcohol bark extract and nail flowers). Once Sergey came to the chairman and asked for a referral for encoding to the regional center: I drank and enough - now I’ll live. Now he still drinks sometimes. Non -alcoholic beer. Other guys laugh at him, of course, but Kashirin holds. He is 27, and he is a good machine operator, says the chairman. And his mother, agronomist Nadezhda Kashirina adds: and generally the guy is good when sober. Only here is idle. Rather, divorced. “I drank my wife,” the mother complains. Even now, after a year and a half, Serezhin's abstinence, his former does not want to return.

But the younger Kashirin, Dima, lives with his own in peace and harmony - both drink. The mother -in -law is injected with cheap vodka. “And how can I not drink it when you got up in the morning - and you see a bottle right away? - Nadezhda Kashirina is indignant. - Please hang, please! " Dima was also encoded. I did not last a month. They did not cod the second time, they were taken to the healer, “to the Baushka” (many consonants “swallow” here, for example, instead of “here” everyone says “from”). She spoke water and ordered to drink instead of a glass of vodka - half a glass of spoke water. Dima instead of vodka and drank this water until it ended. And now absenteeism happens again.

The pride of the Rodinsky anti -alcohol campaign is the 43 -year -old machine operator Sasha Sokhin, the one that drowned the Tractor in his career. He does not drink the fourth year and boasts that sobriety is given to him easily: “It is when you drink, it is hard to live. And when you do not drink - why? " Another coded tractor driver works with Sokhin, Sasha Factories - his Zheleznyakov calls the best on the collective farm. He also codes, and now, as he claims, he does not drink. The chairman has a different opinion on this issue. Here on the haymaking, the chairman recalls, the factories in one day have ruined 12 tons of hay, because he washed down. I drank only one day, but it was on this day that it started to rain, and the wet hay was onto the field.

In order to re -encode the factory, the chairman of Zheleznyakov is ready to pay more standard 700 rubles. There is, he says, in mind, one doctor who encodes “very effectively” for $ 100. The address of the neighboring collective farm gave him the address - it is customary to share such useful connections. Only factories do not want to be coded anymore, but you can’t force it. And the chairman can only sigh sadly about this. “Not that they drank conscience - no, the conscience still remained,” says Sergey Zheleznyakov. “A little, but there is still.” But the chairman does not especially count on conscience. “You understand that those who drink are still, they don’t care at all,” the tractor driver Igor Pogodin grows angrily, characterizing himself as a little -shoulder. "What can they even interest them on the fifth ten of such a life?"

And the young - those who still have something to lose - the chairman hopes to save. Such, for example, 23-year-old Vladimir Filippov. He has a bride, a 19-year-old milkmaid Ira, they need their own house. The board promised to help with construction, if only he worked and did not drink. “But he does not drink, he is strong,” Ira is proud. “There are few of them.” Ira works with milkmaid for only six months. In addition to her, there are three more milkmaids on the farm. One drinks, confidentially reports the foreman Tatyana Filippova, future Irina Sukorov. You can’t let the drunken milkmaid to the cow: animals do not like the smell of alcohol, will lie - it will not seem enough. And for each employee there are 20–25 animals each, someone needs to milk the cows of the dozen milkmaid. The daughter of the foreman Natasha periodically comes to replace. She is not a collective farmer, it happens only in the village in the village, she is studying in Yaroslavl at a trading school and in the same place, in the city, she is going to stay after graduation. She is openly bored in the village: no entertainment, except for TV and rare discos in the board of the collective farm. So Natasha walks to the barn with a disco hairstyle filled with sparkles varnish.

Of women, not only milkmaids are drunk in the village. Anastasia DEMENKOVA, as expected by a pensioner - for 20 years, how she left the railway, where she worked as a conductor - she knows everything about everyone. Drinking villagers, according to her observations, are a lot. “But this does not mean that everyone drinks. And then, what does it mean for a healthy woman, for a hard worker, sometimes to stimulate? Yes ugh, and that's it! "

Anastasia Aleksandrovna herself can “accept a little” - on Easter or Trinity, remember her dead or at a neighboring wedding. Not so, she says confidently, at one time they were brought up in order to "get drunk to Uplaor and not to remember themselves in the morning." And the young generation will be weaker. It’s hard for them in the village, Semchenkov speaks sympathetically, and no joys. Especially in women who are already from men with a scale do not hide. “Verochka comes - Hello, Verochka! - She drinks from a neighbor from a neighbor. A woman from mail on a bicycle rides - she drank hard, even made a waste, ”Anastasia Alexandrovna looks at the open spaces of her native village. Drinking neighbors are familiar to her, they are part of the local landscape. Sometimes there are part of still lifes. “From here we have a man in a snowdrift. He walked from the huckster, accepted it - did not reach the house. He lay here for a long time, froze in the snow. They dug up only in the spring. ” But then all the neighbors are strangers, but their own, of course, are not such: “But the wife goes from the Mavo nephew - he doesn’t drink, the husband does not drink and does not even smoke!”

The “huckster”, from which the deceased villain was walking, lives in the neighboring village of Ivanovo, three kilometers, if you go straight through the field. In the district, many call it officially, by last name, Ageeva. “She is a strict woman, she can warm up with a rake,” warns the family, who once experienced the shock force of garden inventory. - It sells a bathtub liquid, a bottle of a fourth. And in the district center it is at 16.30! There is a huckster. " If the “Korpysh-1” is diluted with water 1: 1, you get a drink stronger than vodka, but almost three times cheaper than the simplest “Yaroslavskaya” for 72 rubles. 50 kopecks., Lonely in the village of Selpo among packs of sugar and pasta. Only vodka is taken little, mainly for the holidays. And “Stropysh” any store in the district center sells 90 bubbles per week.

The most drinking neighbor of the families is Uncle Borya Viktorov, whom almost everyone already waved his hand. Viktorov, although it has a tractor near the house, but as an employee is not particularly counted on him. In the middle of the day, when all his colleagues sobering his colleagues worked in the field, he sat on a bench near his house and looked at his grunted garden with no -expressed eyes. “Everyone drinks from us,” he muttered. - Even chickens drink. True, water. " Uncle Borya was also encoded, two times: the first time he did not drink a year, the second - two weeks. He is not going to codes more: "The grave is encoded - the sixth dozen to me." Now he drinks "like everyone else - on holidays, and we have every other day." Dyadiborina’s frankness is very angry with his daughter Lena - she scolds her father, who “climbed”, and his tractor, who “got up here,” and his rooster, who “choled”. And the rooster, frightened by a skirmish, delays even louder: “Alco-and-ki-and-i, alcoho-and-ki-and-and-and-and!”