Vorkuta is crying

The city said goodbye to the dead at the "North"

The city said goodbye to the dead at the "North"

In the Church of the Iveron Mother of God, it smells not of incense, but with medicines. The ambulance doctors now and then drip in plastic cups of Corvalol and let women drink in widow lace shawls. The scarves are tied on top of the hats - in Vorkuta Fierce Frost.

The temple in the square is small, six coffins cannot be added here. So only candles and tears. Panichids serve in all 36 dead at the Severnaya mine - both the Shakhters and the rescuers. Four betrayed the Earth on Monday. With six, they say goodbye today, on Friday. There is no one to bury more - 26 miners became a mass grave.

Everyone knows each other in Vorkuta, so they remember today in the city, if not relatives, then acquaintances or friends.

“Wow, I knew everyone, everyone, I look at the photo - all my faces are familiar,” a man shakes his head, who brought flowers to a civilian memorial service. She passed, as on Monday, in the building of the local sports complex - the most capacious in Vorkuta. In six coffins - five rescuers - Pavel Shakirov, Alexander Belokobylsky, Vladimir Petrov, Sergey Symchenko, Evgeny Tsurkov - and Shakhtar Alexander Adamov, who died on February 28 with a third explosion. Along the wall - photo 26 not returning miners.

In open coffins, only Miner Adams and the City Rescuer Petrov. A woman is inclined over his burnt by a almost daughter. In the photo nearby, he is smiling and young - Petrov was 44 years old.

A short memorial service is the Bishop of Syktyvkar and Vorkuta Pitimim. In between - from above, from the gallery you can see - it scrolls the news feed on the smartphone. It makes a short speech that the country will never forget the names of the dead. The deacon furtively gives him a list of names - well, how the lord wants to read ... But she does without enumerations - the Vladyka reads another poem of his own essay, which he loves to post “VKontakte” so much. The head of the Ministry of Emergencies Vladimir Puchkov goes to the microphone. He speaks of heroism that the miners are “in difficult conditions: with zero visibility and the threat of repeated explosions” they donated themselves and fulfilled the debt.

“They made a choice and stepped into eternity,” Puchkov finishes beautifully. There is not a word about who gave the men in front of him in the tombs an order to go to death.

And only the acting governor of Komi Sergey Gaplikov guesses to say, addressing the relatives of the dead: "I apologize for the fact that we could not protect them."

On the street is the line - the hall does not accommodate everyone. The petals of flowers in the snow, armful roses in the hands.

“I don’t need money, return my husband to me,” suddenly a woman who is exhorted by relatives. She is led somewhere into the car.

At the Severnaya mine, a huge cross is installed in front of the entrance. On both sides of it - 26 photos. Crying and screaming stand over a black crowd: there is no one to bury these widows.

“Return to me, please,” the woman babbles, stroking a photo of her husband.

- And on February 23, they did not celebrate with the men, they were on the shift. He said, the 26th will be celebrated,-explains the other. And I only arrived from Moscow at only the 25th day, and without fifteen three of it the missed call was. This is already then ...

Mikhail Movota stands at the photograph of his brother Konstantin. He had four children left - two girls, two boys. The senior in the Donbass, the younger disabled child of childhood.

A little further at the photo of Vyacheslav, shaking, hugging, three women - a widow and two daughters. Those very women who were the first to tell in networks about the excess of methane and that the explosion was predicted. They stubbornly fight for the punishment of the perpetrators. But now they just cry. Until the last they did not believe that there was no hope.

Everything covers the scream of the mother. In the photo, the boy was born in 1989. Do not make out that the mother screams, they force her by force to the ambulance brigade, the woman-doctor hugs her, they also cry. In Vorkut mourning.

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