He re -educated a shahid

The official Chechnya is acutely lacking of conflicting people. One of the latter died - Buvadi Dakhiev

On September 13, in the now famous Chechen-Ingush police battle that happened on the checkpoint near the border of Chechnya and Ingushetia, he was mortally wounded in the head and soon the deputy commander of the riot police Buvadi Dakhiev died. Without touching the reasons for the battle - they are understandable, replicated and appreciated - I want to tell about Buvadi that which could not be described during his lifetime. And this will not be just a tribute to a person who during the war helped to work more than once, and at such moments when the cost of refusal of help could well be a fatal outcome.

In Ulyadi is a special personality, he was all woven from contradictions and consisted of two halves. If any associations arose, it is with the tombstone of Khrushchev at the Novodevichy cemetery in Moscow. Half-black-black. Half-white-white.

At times, on this path was extremely cruel. We call a spade a spade: in the Chechen riot police, not children-children, torn pants, candies are divided-there people work there to shoot and shoot to kill until they killed you. OMON and took people away, and took it with the ends, and beat there, and what they did not do.

I actually paused. And Buvadi was silent: there is nothing to answer, there was a student - there is no student. Buvadi: “Yes, he was not to blame for anything ...” - “Then why didn’t they let go?”

On the other hand, Buvadi’s cruel was as often as a muffle, and many others were not even soft. All Chechen security officials are divided into those who think before being killed, and those who have been wearing a long time to think. Buvadi tried to understand the one who was in the sight. And this has preserved a lot of life, and from among the seemingly hopeless ones, according to the principles of the Chechen meat grinder.

What was this salvation? After the abduction of widows, Buvadi took them to his house, to which he had no right.

- Why did you need it?

- And the children lived here?

Looking ahead, I will say: “Blooding” from his house did not leave any of them. The result of this strange educational work of the riot police in the most outcast of the Chechen environment, which one can imagine, became mothers saved for their own children, often minors are still mothers, who, after washing the brains of Buvadi, really began to understand that they were primarily mothers ...

- And then what happened?

We discuss the motivation: why does he need all this?

- Is your conclusion about the marthes? Are hopeless?

I will not name the names of the rescued Buvadi young widows - there is no need. The main thing is that they themselves know who we are talking about, to whom they owe the second life. Being already sent Buvadi somewhere away from the Caucasus, they continued to call him, consulted what to do in a particular situation ... So it was until September 13 this year.

The same thing 2002 ... or maybe the very end of 2001. Winter. Heavy winter-they shoot, explode, but even at least Kadyrov-son is still in the corner when adults say. Underground jamaats in the formidable dime a dozen, and in them most teenagers are 14, 16 years old ...

- Why did you regret them?

For some reason, in this August, we again especially recalled stories about the boys from the Jamaats destroyed by him. Buvadi was glad that then there was no stupid law prohibiting giving bodies.

In the same 2002 or 2003, we discuss who the Wahhabis are, in his opinion. And what to do with them. At that time, the pro -Russian Chechens spoke only nasty things about Wahhabis, and they killed nothing but nasty things, without hesitation for a second.

- There were bandits among them. There were completely clean people. And they killed everyone.

- Pure people? But how-clean, if, they tell ...-And I repeat something so terrible from the life of those who were called Wahhabis.

- My brother was Wahhabit. He was an absolutely pure person. I have not met such clean anymore. Not before him. Not after. Pure in everything - in thoughts, in everyday life. He did not drink, did not smoke, did not curse, did nothing wrong.

- Never. I did not impose anything on me.

- He died.

- He died in battle. As expected.

P OTT came Kadyrov-Sin. And how he began to hate Buvadi! He tried to fasten everything to the militants: "Help!" All this summer shifted Buvadi from riot police, drove from Chechnya ... It was when the very ugly leaky and meanness in the republic came, like courage, Buvadi, the warrior began to remember his brother to the bones, and Buvadi to blame the militants, since the Shahido rescue was opened at home ...

There are two versions of the death of Buvadi. The first, “black” that came to the place of the police of the Chechen-Ingush showdown, gave a slap in the face of the Ingush policeman and was immediately shot.

The second version: when the mess began, there was no bouvadi there, but he was somewhere nearby and immediately rushed to calm down. I got out of the car, began to persuade me to stop and glance-and they gave an automatic line on it.

“The war is tired of everyone,” he told me a month before his death. - Everyone needs to put up.

What does it mean to “understand” in Chechen conditions? To understand is to save life. The price of tolerance is as follows, there is no other yet. Moreover, it still continues to seem to many that games with amnesty are a story about some Kadyrovsky tolerance, about how he “saves militants” and retains the nation.

... For the last time, for some reason we parted for a long time.

- There is no machine gun there. I do not want a machine gun - I grieve. - Tired of the machines. Seven years are already machines. Are you not tired?

Anna Politkovskaya, observer of "New"

09/21/2006