On October 29, it marks eight years since the arrest of scientist Igor Sutyagin. In April 2004, Sutyan was sentenced to 15 years in prison for state treason. The International Organization of Amnesty International has recognized the scientist political prisoner. So he became the first Politzer of the era of Vladimir Putin. A few months ago, the President of the Russian Federation refused Sutyan to pardon. He refused, because the scientist once again did not plead guilty. In the camp, Sutyan began to write stories. It seems to me that they can be attributed to a rather rare genre in the literature - the genre of poetic prose.
Stories amaze with their non -ure intonation. We are used to camp prose of a completely different kind. As a rule, sidelski fix their external life, explaining the internal through it. Sutyagin’s everything is different. And you do not immediately understand that the author writes, being in a string of strict regime in the hut, speaking in Zekovsky, "in the hift." Sutyan, on the other hand, are these stories like air, he composes them so as not to suffocate in everyday prison life. In each story, he again and again speaks of his innocence, trying to prove his case. These are stories - about the loneliness of a person who is trying to remain himself, resisting the suppression machine. They amaze with their tenderness, soft irony and wisdom.
Zoya Svetova
About applied training
Sitting in prison is not always pleasant (well, this is still mildly!). And one of the inconvenience is that sometimes there is no one to talk to. That is, there are always people around, but one is not until you listen to you, with others and the most somehow reluctant to talk ... And sometimes you want to chat, as you want. Talk about something entertaining and at the same time useful for mind and heart. Especially when Udmurtia is spread around you, which under its seemingly very, very simple appearance (well, what is there: endless forests on a flat earth, light rivers and many, many springs) hides considerable scientific and industrial power. It is here, in Votkinsk, 60-70 kilometers from our Sarapul, just now they make nuclear “poplars” (which are able to be peaceful “starts”, bringing small satellites into space). The Izhevsk mechanical “shooting” plant, which does something very complex and defense ...-What can I say, even if in the war, all thirty-four, without exception, fought not from any of them, but with the radio wires released by the Sarapul radio wire! (And the plant is working in Sarapul and now, its products specially arrived on television, who specially arrived, the Minister of Defense, you can only imagine what they now admitted!)
In short, I really want to “match” and conduct conversations also about something difficult and highly accurate. Well, let's say, about applied training. And what, the topic is quite scientific, by the way.
Friction plays a very large practical role in the life of mankind. This is due not only to the fact that, thanks to the friction, the fabric of our numerous clothes does not slip out of the buttons, so humanity, dressed in jackets and jeans, has the opportunity with awareness of their own inaccessible dignity to look at nature slightly condescendingly, proud of its difference, because of the unusual animal world. It's not only about this. Frost in a person’s life also has the practical benefit that with the proper use of friction with its help, you can obtain a lot of necessary and useful things.
When mining with friction, it is played by a very large role, firstly, that three, and secondly, as you are three, that is, the nature of the attached friction. For example, with the help of a very harsh and strong friction of the stone on another stone, sparks can be obtained from this second stone (for this, friction should generally resemble blows more). Patient and long friction with a piece of wood allows you to get a fire from another wood and a lifted bundle of dry grass - fire. And if you rub on a woolen rag with a plastic or glass stick, you can get electricity; The friction should be fast and can be chaotically directed in all directions.
I, with the help of slowly-caral and unidirectional (from the "nose", so to speak, to the "tail"), I get friction from the fluffy woolen rag of frill spread out on the next bed. At the same time, the rag is squeezing, then stretches the paws, releasing and removing the claws again, and rather presses the yellow eyes. Meet: a woolen cloth for getting purring, a young, almost a kitten, a gray cat Buska, which was spread out in a next bunk from the afternoon fed bliss so that it began to differ little from a dense gray rug.
And which of this “friction” of the beads is good, you ask, because it was a question that friction plays a practical role? Yes, a simple benefit! And at the same time huge! Here you will get so with the help of non-fast friction of a thick, but weightless-fluffy Buskina wool, you will feel how tension, anger, anger and despair of prison life flowing through your fingertips, like a soul, like a down-and -ky shy of a gray kitten under your affectionate hand, and it becomes calmer, even more evenly. In a shabby soul. No matter what they say, no matter how they hide under the impenetrable calm, under the reckless of the Ugarsky merit of character, and the soul of almost every person in the “hollows” is exhausted, tormented in continuous frightened tension. And when the tension, this through the fingertips flows from slow friction during the extraction of Buskina purr, when even a little rest rises in the soul-this is wow what benefit! Because a calm balanced confident, self -confident soul is a very, very practical thing. Do you sit in prison or live in the wild - it does not matter.
Everyone intuitively understands this. That's why they go to the eldersian mountain, stepping proudly, or rush, as announced, cats with silver woven metal chains on the neck, on which the “tags” lovingly decorated with a pattern of stainless steel indicating: “7 squad”, “1 detachment”, “14 detachment”-almost every squad lives in a cat or cat. Due to the intuitive knowledge of this knowledge, the needs to get a gentle “friction” from the cat a little purring and rest, they are so jealously luring a cat on a boska from a neighbor to their bed, they are so persistently attracted and try not to let her attention, they are so stubbornly played with her, like children, and they are inexpensively monitoring, while standing in the ranks, behind the game, an embarrassed Buska with their deaf The same age as the Kuzey kitten from the neighboring 15th detachment. Life itself (which, in essence, can be considered precisely by practice - that is, the criterion of truth) proves that extracting friction or others in what method of purification from a cat is a very, very practical thing.
... And what, by the way, did you really think that I will read a scientific lecture on friction to you? Do you need it? You, perhaps, stroke the cat better - slowly and gently ...