1938 and 2015

Andrey Nepomnya - with the testimony of a witness

Your honor ... Although, what is there, "your honor." "Your evil spirits" - it will be right. Listen to me carefully, a corrupt fabric. What I will tell you, only at first glance has nothing to do with the case under consideration. In fact, this applies to the accused and you, the so -called judges and investigators.

Seventy -seven years ago there was the same sunny, spring day, like ours today, outside the window of the "bassurman" court. Then, too, was the early spring throughout the country, from Moscow to Baikal. Only in Siberian cities it comes to the day earlier than in Moscow, and when a clear frosty morning of March 14, 1938 to the court of the former house of the Shumovy merchants, where the Chita Directorate of the NKVD was located, a cart with the arrested and two escorts arrived, there was still a deep night in the capital.

“Sloet, counted, arrived ...” the convoy poked the butt of the arrested, he woke up, groaned. “Look, you are tenacious! Come on, take him under his arms, Horkhorin led him to the stable so far, to the rest ..." Two convoy, holding the rifles and swearing, pulled off the arrested from the cart, wandered around the yard and threw it into the stable. The sentry, throwing the castle, grumbled: "The whole basement was scored, now they drag them into the stable, and the horses - where? From where they get, they would finish - neither people to suffer, nor the tummy ..."

As they beat and tortured him, he did not remember. I only remembered how one day he, a forty-year-old man-Sibiryak, cried in front of the three Chekists who beat him in turn

... In the silence of the arrested silence, he woke up, opened his eyes, spat out the blood interspersed with the ground and fragments of his teeth. He did not feel the mutilated body of his own and was delighted with this, because now he could calmly talk with his relatives and the pain did not interfere with him. He closed his eyes: here - mom, hello, mother ... Here is father, soon for three years, as they took, and we don’t know where he is ... Here is a wife pear ... Here are the kids, the elder - the fifteen -year -old Filka, Boris, Seryozha, Vasyatka with Lelka, these are completely small ... How are you there now? ..

He remembered how they took him. A month ago, February 12. He and three more men from their village Sokhondo threw a pitchfork with a hay on the collective farm senopunct. Frost stood degrees at forty, but the usual Siberian peasants measured the stacks measuredly, turning the grass that had stolen the grass to the frosty sun.

There were four of those who arrived from the side of the village: two people on a sleigh and a couple of riding, with rifles. Two crawled out of the sled and went to them. He immediately recognized one-the secretary of the village boarding house, he fled in front and said something to the second person, in a new, white half-fur, tattered by belts ... The arrested remembered how he looked around when the party man began to show him in his direction, and this second, he looked up at him, smiled badly, and then shouted: “Well, throw the pitchfork!” And the Nagan took out ...

The arrested tried to remember if he had a foreboding that he would come for him? Probably - it was. After all, how many men have already taken out in the district, and they disappeared without a trace. Father, for three years they got and do not say where he is and what is with him ... Eh, it was necessary to run to the taiga! .. And his wife, and five children, where will you run with them? .. After all, he tried, forced himself to keep silent and not to raise his eyes on the “Komsomes” and party members, I’ll be hung up on all this tearing, but this spirit is free, left by Cossacks and came, come and come. runaway convicts. A mile away shows that there is no fear in a person - so they took it.

As they beat and tortured him, he did not remember. He remembered only with shame, as he once, a forty-year-old man-Sibiryak, cried in front of drunken Chekists who beat him in turn, replacing each other, and begged not to beat more, but shoot at once ...

... The chief of the Chita UNKVD Khorkhorin, together with the secretary of the regional committee Murugov and the regional prosecutor Makarchuk, sat at a long, Kumach table under the portraits of comrades Stalin and Yezhov. The table was littered with thin folders, on which the black letters "Business No. ..." were displayed. With his right hand, Horkorin waved the pen in the inkwell, and his left quickly struck the stamp in the next folder, which was opened by the assistant. Under the stamped words "sentenced to the highest degree of punishment," he signed and conveyed to sign other members of the Troika. Having finished printing, he squinted at the distant, dark corner, where the same thin folders were laid in even rows, only already pulled into packs with a cross: “... little, they will be unhappy in Moscow, they will say:“ Contra ”you cover ... We must also ask for a limit, thousands for three ...”, and shouted: “Come on the next one!”

... He was already brought by the night, stood on the sides, grabbed his hands tied from behind, so as not to fall. "What, bastard, Comrade Stalin does not like?" - Khorkhorin, without looking at the arrested, put a cigarette in his mouth and struck a match on the box, the match did not light up ... "Yes, I, citizen of the boss ..." - whispered the prisoner with his mouth broken with his mouth. “To take away. The next,” the match was finally lit up, and the chief of the Chita Office of the NKVD, the state security major, Horkorin, deeply dragged on his cigarette, covering his eyes ...

A large pit on the outskirts of Chita, away from houses and barracks, was already ready. Her prisoners dug up during the day. The corpses were brought by trucks and carts at night and laid in a hole. They tried to lay down more tightly. They buried the convoy themselves. In an hour, with smoke breaks, they managed, threw it. The elder ordered to clean his shovels and looked at his watch - another working day ended, April 20, 1938 ...

Like his great -grandfather, Ivan is clean before his homeland and before his conscience. And you plant him for not wanting to be yours and a short slave

Well, how do you like the fairy tale, your evil spirits? Do not understand why I am telling you this? You all understand! "Stalin has not died, but disappeared for centuries." And in the XXI century you were resurrected, the dogs of Dzhugashvili, are only called differently: "Your honor" Yes "Mr. Investigator". “Things” on a computer and “funnels” to “Mercedes” are changed, and people are planting no worse than the Stalin’s guardsmen.

My story is the story of the death of only one person from millions of victims of your colleagues from the past. The name of this man, the Siberian peasant, is the Nepomnya Pavel Timofeevich, and in the cage in front of you now stands his native great -grandson - Ivan. You, you see, judge him for the riots and resistance of your police , but let's leave these tales for the drunk and a growl 88 percent mass, which the language does not turn-the language does not turn. Like his great -grandfather, Ivan is clean before his homeland and before his conscience. And this is the main thing. And you plant him because he does not want to be yours and a anyone slave, for the fact that he has no fear of you, for the spirit of freedom that you will not shoot.

On you, the "judge", is not a judicial mantle, but the Satan’s cloak, your assistants wear costumes of investigators or riot police. Lenin, Stalin, Vyshinsky, Beria are proud of you and lead you - dear to hell.

Finally, for people like you, the “servants of the law”: Horkhor's state security major did not become a lieutenant colonel, no matter how hard he tried. Heal. From heart failure. In Butyrka, in the 39th.

PS no one knows how they killed the non -resounding Pavel Timofeevich. Before writing about my grandfather’s last days, I mentally asked him for forgiveness.

Andrei Nepomnychy-the father of the new accused in the "Swamp case", 24-year-old engineer Ivan Nepomnyans. Ivan Nepomnyatchy is under house arrest, in February 2015 he was charged with participating in the riots and the use of force against police officers on May 6, 2012 in Bolotnaya Square