Pavel Kanygin’s special correspondent transmits from the positions of the separatists, what the artillery duel with the airport looks like and what the surviving residents of the destroyed Ilovaisk tell

The special correspondent of the New Pavel Kanygin passes from the positions of the separatists, what the artillery duel with the airport looks like and what the surviving residents of the destroyed Ilovaisk say ...

"After our mines, it is not so scary here"

The day after the signing of the arms allocation agreement in Donetsk, it was already calm. The lull lasted ten or twelve hours. We drove up to the airport through the private sector from the Putilovsky bridge. The territory adjacent to the airport retreated by agreement to the control of the DPR. The airport itself remained under the jurisdiction of the Ukrainian forces. Both sides were supposed to take all the heavy weapons ...

We had a couple of kilometers to go from the Putilovsky bridge. But the first salvo was heard ahead, and a cloud of dust appeared above the gardens. Behind the trees appeared the trunk of the ZU. In the back of the Gazelle, she and the smoking trunk had already fired some kind of cottage into the garage. We slowed down. “Normally, right now, Ukrov was attached! - shouted to us from the garage of a middle -aged Denherovets, all in the dust. - Bitch, this is for my Kuibyshevsky district! ” Further by the quarter streets they rode quickly, to the very 9-storytakes with which the terminals are visible. Several people still live here. But the main ones in the house are not them, but the battalion of the field commander Givi (call sign). Both he and the 9-story building became famous thanks to the plot on Channel One, in which Givi fighters fired at the airport from the apartments of these very residents.

We manage to slip to the house before the return fire starts from the airport. Mina flies through the house and with a bang breaks somewhere in the gardens. Thirty seconds later again, but already closer.

Residents - three women - hide in the entrance between the load -bearing walls. A detachment of Deneerer-minimatches is waiting in one of the abandoned apartments on the second floor. On the wall are photographs of twin girls, things are scattered, a computer. Shells are bursting somewhere nearby, but they still do not fly to the house itself. The young fair -haired Deneerovets silently cuts off a piece of sausage, two more are sitting in an armchair, leaning back with their eyes closed, one lies on the sofa with a hat shown on his forehead and only counts: “Now”, “And yet”. And then we hear how it bursts somewhere nearby or already at the very house. But then again it becomes quietly, quietly. The wrinkled 50-year-old fighter calls the phone.

- Vova, come on four times the eighties! - It is heard from the tube.

And Vova quickly goes down.

“It's just to tickle,” says the one on the couch.

- So, to hell, we tickle.

- Do you like it? - He asks me from the couch.

“No,” I say.

- And it got me too ... now.

The gap is again close again. In the curtains, a fly was furious.

“Now, a bitch, he won’t let him fall asleep,” said a mortar with his eyes closed in an armchair.

- Shaw, Van, the dill woke the fly?

And then deaf pops were already heard from the court of our 9-storytakes-four with short intervals. The mortar Vova returned to the apartment. Next, no one shot about twenty minutes.

- Well, how is Moscow? - asks the young. -Living is expensive?

“Expensive,” I say. - Not like you.

“Don’t worry, it’s normal, this is a“ truce ”, we will live,” Petya smiles. - Do you live right in Moscow itself?

- In Vnukovo.

“Uh, this is you in vain, brother,” said the mortar. - The shitty life of the airport!

“When it all ends, I’ll go to Moscow,” said the young.

- And I am to my Makeevka. The windows would be inserted, everything crumbled.

“You know, WWII, the shaft was flooded.” There is nothing to do in Makeevka.

- Not really! The light will give, the pumping will work, everything is pumped out.

- Well, maybe they are pumped out. Well, we’ll sit for six months, we’ll wait, once they pump it out.

“Hurry,” said Petya. - And then we will go to Moscow.

“Are you all miners here?”

- Well, they were. Steel laders. Small, but small! - said the fighter from the sofa. -And what will you do in Moscow, there is no mine there?

Givi smokes in a small kitchen on the seventh floor. Without armor, in a regular uniform with a mug of tea. He looks 35 years old, tall and dark. In front of the window with a knocked out frame, two more younger fighters are sitting. Seven walkie -talkies hiss in pieces on the windowsill. But no one answers. In the next room in binoculars, a girl with the Chevron "Givi detachment" looks at the binoculars. In meters of eight hundred - the building of the new terminal and its dispersed walls. In this apartment there is something like an observation deck.

“Boys, I have news for you: Poroshenko came to the airport the other day,” Givi tells the fighters.

- Where?!

- Here. Sworn such a bird.

- Yes, you, commander!

- I say those!

- Yes, we would be him ...! - said the fighter by the window. -That's what they sharash with a hurricane all day.

- Yes, I'm joking, bro. He posed there somewhere around 20 kilometers on cameras.

- Also yesterday the authorities visited a visit. We were so watered by Gavrikov both “hurricanes” and “grades”. Zakhar ( Prime Minister Zakharchenko . - P. to .) Almighted.

- Commander, why - Givi?

- Why not Givi? - with wheezing answers Deneerovets.

- Yes, interesting. Although you are just dark.

-The commander has come, will anyone offer tea? Givi said.

Something heavy whistled over the house towards the airport. After a couple of seconds, a cloud of smoke rose to the right of the terminal.

“My guys will get them,” Givi said. - Give a couple of weeks.

- Do Ukrainians always answer you?

- Yes, what they answer! They sit there underground, crawl out and peeling in different directions.

“But they will aim just at your firing points.”

- Yes, they are finished freaks. Look what you did with the area! You see, what kind of hell is it a truce?!

“But you and they shoot.”

- We restrain these creatures. They would have been spreading here for a long time, the creeping saboteurs are only waiting, - Givi spat. - By agreement, yes, should they give us sands, Maryinka today? Where, your mother, sands and Maryinka?!

“Today is the last day of the withdrawal of heavy weapons,” the fighter repeated by the window.

- Are you going to allocate your strength too?

“Yes, you,” Givi said. - This is our land. And where is we have heavy weapons?

- Why do you call them "cyborgs"? I asked.

“Amazon,” Givi called the girl in camouflage. - Why are they cyborgs?

“Because they go to the dumbbells,” the Amazon shouted.

- Have you heard? Our boys from intelligence they have syringes there, and they found some kind of pile, ”Givi said. - What other questions.

The kitchen includes a low person in the Blue Berkutov Uniform. In the body armor, with plates on the legs, arms, in a motorcycle helmet. With a rare red beard and small eyes.

- Again here the press! Why drag them here again? He shouted to Givi. - Take off the photographer, I said not to take off the visor!

“Motoroll, do not boil,” Givi said.

- Friends of the world. At first they come, then the dill is already known about us.

- What are you afraid of? We already intercept everything from each other. Let them know.

- Let them leave!

After a few seconds, an automatic chatter is heard somewhere ahead. Motoroll quickly goes down. Givi remains in the observation kitchen.

While quietly, in the courtyard the 9-storytakes begins again. Women come out of the entrance to see where the shells fell. From under the skeleton of the burned-out Gazeli, once long ago, cats come out. From somewhere there is an abandoned retriever, an emaciated one and with a dirty collar. The mortars begin to transfer the ammunition boxes-because of the house closer to the gun. We make several frames, and Deneerovets Vova hasten to report to Givi. We follow Givi. "Mins with Russian labeling!" - says, out of breath, Vova. “We have nothing Russian here,” Givi replies confidently. “All this is squeezed by dill.”

- I will have time to reach the bridge, I will not have time? - the elderly woman asks Deneer.

“But God knows him, Nelly Petrovna.”

- Yes, I am only to the store.

- Yes, at least to the museum. You know, they are crazy there. Let's wait half an hour.

- Why is your house used as a military facility? - I ask women.

-The militias? Yes, they are defense and feed us, ”the woman said in old Triko.

“We have nowhere to run,” said the elderly Nelly Petrovna. - I am alone, here is my house, and where is their house and why do they torment us?

- To throw a nuclear bomb on this Kyiv! Damned what they do with us!

“No bomb should be anywhere, Ira.” Let them leave simply.

“Here on the third floor, the old woman lives,” Ira said, “so she is very opposed, against everyone, she does not recognize anyone!” I went to complain about the noise in the city executive committee. Here she was offered to move. Even the DPR offered other housing. So she refuses!

“Poor, poor Alla,” said Nely Petrovna.

“But why are you staying?”

- We have everything here. All life has gone, what to twitch.

The mortar of Vova runs past us again: “Right now, we’ll fill the dill one hundred and twenties!” People are stuffing into the porch again. Among us, civilian, two young machine gunners turn out to be. “They were crazy,” says a machine gunner with a mustache and a stained forehead. “They have boxes with ammunition right under fire.” Cats and an abandoned retriever, noticing vanity near the mortar, run into the basement. Women in the entrance cover their ears with his hands - the mortar begins to boil wobblely. The answer arrives very soon. The first shells lie in the distance, then closer and finally get into the house. Women sit on a bench. Something is pouring from above. Through the broken door of the entrance, you can see how glasses fly and fragments lie on the asphalt. The mortars squatted.

“We angered something of them,” said Vova.

- Guys, and if it fucks in the boxes? - says a mustachioed machine gunner.

- Spit better!

- If in the boxes, then full hello.

- So, in FIG, they would bring it!

- Come on. Motoroll, you know about us what he said: "Guys, and you are some one-time!"

- Why?

- Well, do you see the armor on us? After our mines, it’s not so scary here.

- And what do you work for?

- "Yasinovka." Sluttered, everything in shit.

- I sympathize, brother. On ours here, in Donetsk, they are pumped up, but it is impossible to work when this is impossible.

- And Givi, they say, the former military. In Ukrop times he still served.

- Motoroll also served. Here they were entrusted with the airport.

And now:

- Oh, just not in the boxes!

- we angered these reptiles.

When after an hour of response, he finally subsides completely, Givi takes Nelly Petrovna by car to the Putilovsky bridge.

Ilovaisk. The house surviving the Gestapo

The battles in this 20,000th town ceased more than a month ago. But the city, it seems, did not come to his senses. What happened here in the last days of August, both the separatists and the Ukrainian security forces call the same-mini-stalograd. More or partially destroyed more than half of all buildings. On the streets, fragments and funnels are everywhere. Caterpillar equipment pressed asphalt on the road leading to the city. In its central part, where the DPR positions were located, the station, the school, and the railway control with the basement bomb shelter were destroyed - a shell came here, two families died. In the western part of the city, which was occupied by Ukrainian security forces, no less destruction. School No. 14 was destroyed, where the Donbass battalion of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine was stationed. The fighters here were sleeping on the floor in the gym. From most houses only stone furnaces remained on Lomonosov. The security forces and separatists fired at each other, not sparing the locals.

That is, there is no difference between the “Deneer” center (this is Shevchenko Street) and the “Ukrainian” West (Lomonosov St.). But the residents of Ilovaisk still do not know that she is not, even after the withdrawal of all troops. The center and the western outskirts are shared by 15 minutes of walking, but the city lives with legends. For example, the surviving inhabitants to Shevchenko confidently retold me the details of the torture, which arranged the “smoked National Guards” over their neighbors from Lomonosov.

At the old three -story building on the street. Shevchenko, a local monument, where the Gestapo prison was located in the war, demolished the roof and internal ceilings. The survivors now live in garages nearby, and now they rake garbage in the yard. The oldest house - Galina Adamovna, a woman of about 50 - tells me how the National Guard on Lomonosova nailed to the supports of the lines of people's power drives, and then they launched a current on them. Another woman adds that they cut off her head.

“And look what they did with our house,” said Galina Adamovna. - All their lives they were hunching in order to live in old age, and here - all ...

-How to live now? I had an apartment - a toy! I only finished the bath with a tile, and then it began!

- Vera Ivanovna has such a front garden here, just a fairy tale. And dahlias, and roses, and asters, everything bloomed so.

“It’s a pity, the house has experienced that war, and now they were ruined with property,” said Vera Ivanovna. - The main thing is that you will not return anything.

- And how many dead in the house? - I ask.

- Yes, we know, nevertheless, it was overwhelmed. I was hiding in the cellar in the garage, ”says Galina Adamovna. - Okay, I moved a few things there, put the TV.

- You were on Lomonosov?

- God forbid! The monsters that they did is scary to think! They would have a bomb on Kyiv!

We went to look for traces of atrocities on Lomonosov. But they did not find anything obvious - as, for example, traces on the supports of power lines.

At the school where the Donbasses were located, windows were knocked out, a roof was demolished, the walls were cut by fragments. In the basement, residents of neighboring private houses hid here.

“Well, as tortured,” says Lena’s watchman, a woman of about 40 years old with graying temples. - They thought they would torture. But they fed soup, stew.

- Who fed?

- Yes, the National Guard, fed us with a field kitchen.

- And then?

“Well, then what ... See, blood,” Lena shows to the floor of the gym. - We were beaten by ours. The shells whistled, thought: everything, the end. Then the "Donbassers" decided to retreat, offered us to evacuate. And where do we quit? Moreover, I have to guard the school.

- From whom, Lena?

- Yes, at least from their own! - said the watchman. - They will melt everything, you will only turn away. We saw - “carefully mines” hanging in the back room? So we hid the coal there for the winter.

- Do you think the school will be restored?

- You better tell us! Already to believe someone, I do not know what to wait. Everything is difficult somehow comes out, somehow everything ...

- ambiguous?

-Yes, so somehow ... People die only why, it is incomprehensible.

Donetsk - Ilovaisk