The day when Tsoi died

Memories of the Kochegar of the legendary Kamchatka and the premiere of the clip of the group "Mashninband" "Boiler room"

Andrey Mashnin, poet, musician, former stoker:

The text of this song was written by me in the journal of the Kamchatka boiler room. This spring, he caught my eye, added music, and the song turned out. She is about the boiler room, not about Tsoi, he is mentioned there on a par with our other stokers - Bashlachev, Zaderi from Alice and the rest. This is the memory of old times and boiler rooms, where to re-chant each other and the stars of the rock club was in order of things. My hello to those times, the place and those people whom I remember and love.

There were two periods in the boiler room: before the accident and after. These are two completely different lives.

We drowned the female hostel GRST-1, the city repair and construction trust. At first, I worked in this trust a sling and was in charge of the musical part of amateur performances. Rehearsed just in the hostel on Blokhin. All this happened in 1986-1987.

We are somehow sitting with my girlfriend from the Trust amateur performances. The window in the courtyard is open, the 4th floor. She went to the window, said: “In, Tsoi with tanks. Saw?" I also looked out, indeed, Tsoi shies around the yard. I say: "What is happening at all?" She says: “So he works below, in a stoker. I know their boss, Tolika. Let’s introduce him, sing something at the same time, all the musicians work there. ” I think, okay, why not. So I got into Kamchatka in the fall of 1987 and at the beginning of the next season got to work there.

They worked after seven days. Two people should have been at the same time at the shift - the stoker and zoster. The stoker is a qualified specialty, but there is no zeal. It was understood that the stoker drowns the boilers and monitors that it does not tear, and the zoschik cleans them and takes them ash and slag.

To become a stoker, it was necessary to have a certificate or go to three -month courses. I settled down as a ashman and immediately went to the courses. Before that, Tsoi is a little stooped in another place, but he also studied with us.

Kochegars and ash workers had a different salary, the salary of the ashper - 70 rubles, Kochegar - 105 rubles + 10 rubles a bonus. But we shared the money equally, the duty of the head of Kamchatka was to do this every month.

The working day passed like this. We intercede at 23.00. We accept the shift: the boilers are cleaned, ash and slag are carried out, the floor is flashed and politly from the hose, the dishes were washed, the garbage bucket is empty.

Be sure to change clothes and overheat. The clothes, each has its own, hangs on a hanger in a sandwich. There were just for a long time the working sneakers and other Tsoi pants. They burned everything while he was still alive. Then the youth was killed on this occasion. And who knew.

First of all, we are going to break out of the dangled coal, which lies in a bunch on the street, near a special opening. Then we go to the coal, there we fuck the same bunch from below so that it sprinkles inside. Then we rake down as much as possible as possible. In the film “Rock”, Tsoi just did this in the coal - he raked the coal through the opening inside.

In winter, we drown two hot water boilers. There are three of them, the third - steam. This is a summer boiler, only for hot water (shower, kitchen).

We look at what was written in the journal during our absence. We write ourselves: shift No. is such and such, a number, a poem, a picture, anything that climbs into the head. And what else can be done there: there were no computers and mobile phones. Just read, write, play the guitar, talk, thump, have fun with familiar girls. Throw coal from time to time. At the end, take a shift, that is, clean the boilers and select everything.

They almost did not use household equipment. There was nothing to watch on TV. Nobody listened to the radio either, they themselves sang much more often. And there was someone. Almost everyone played, wrote too, including guests.

Few from the outside world knew where the boiler room was located and whether it really exists. The fact that exists, many were convinced, watching the film by Alexei Teacher "Rock", but even after the film there was no pilgrimage to us.

It began on the 15th. In August, they drowned in the summer, and it was my shift. In the morning, wife Olga and I arrived from Moscow and immediately went to the boiler room. They turned on the TV, on which the grid was shown and the lighthouse radio sounded. In such an accompaniment, they began to collect a bottle for delivery to buy food. The bottles in the summer were thrust into winter boilers so that they did not interfere under the feet. And then on the radio during the news they announce this very. The text was like this: at first the “musician of the movie group” ... (we managed to think for a moment of which of them) ... Victor Tsoi. Outside, summer. Chirik-Chirik. "Mayak" is muttering something further. And we were covered. What to do?

I went to call everyone, and stokers began to go, who was in the city. They collected money, and there were still coupons, and no one had August coupons on the booze. But they were September. We went with them to Dobrolyubov in the wine and vodka department. There is a queue, all nervous, as usual. We defended and began to ask the saleswoman to sell us vodka to September. She is not in any. We say: our friend died, it is very necessary. The men were found in line, they entered the position, we changed coupons, took two or three 0.5 for the first time. So they sat for the last time in silence, remembered.

The next day we go to Kamchatka on a trolleybus, in the arrow area we overtake the column, naturally, as at a demonstration. They go towards the boiler room, in front they carry a huge photograph of Tsoi. It was then that I think: everything, disappeared.

The full court of the people, do not pass. They stand in the crowd facing our basement. And the column is also approaching. I made my way with great difficulty. Let me, they say, to my work. The boilers are littered with flowers, red carnations, smells of candles, everything is forced by them.

Somehow organized a stream. Olga stood on the door, did not let anyone in, until they had already entered, then launched the next batch. Everyone passed the boilers, then they suddenly had an idea in the water tap to draw in bottles, and this was very delayed. This went on until the end of the day, although at night they knocked on the door constantly. And then the rest of the summer, and autumn, and winter, and next summer.

From the first day, we treated them patiently and sympathetically, but soon everything began to grow in natural lead. The further, the worse. The first were normal. Then the percentage began to shift in favor of idiots, tantrums, fans of fashion and souvenirs. They were called necrophils in our country. As a result, inward I rarely let someone.

A girl comes in, for example. It seems like quiet. Look. Fine. It gets to the door - and then it rushes to the wall and begins to fight against her forehead with all his strength. And yells to me: "Give Vitya !!!" And again - boom! boom!

Well, theft. Just like a locust. Everything that falls by the arm. The coal was pulled out a couple of tons for sure. Okay, then we were brought in abundance then. But the inventory was dragged. Either the shovel, then the poker, came to the point that the damper was torn off the boiler. From the room they dragged everything-any pieces of paper, nails, matches, everything that was simply the subject of Kamchatka. " The whole cabinet was clogged with a junk like old keys, locks, threads, nuts. Everything was pulled out. Then I began to bring all the trash from the garbage, just to make people pleasant. “Tsoi boots” gave someone, one at a time, though 39th size. But everyone was happy.

The coal heap at the entrance was also littered with flowers. A very strange picture. But there were no problems with cigarettes, visitors left them from the boilers in bulk.

... In February 1989, Tolik announced that I would be there as a senior instead of him. He then decided to do something more interesting than carrying coal, but he did not want to lose the boiler room. Firstly, one could have fun there, and secondly, you never know what again in the country will go wrong, and the spare airfield would not hurt.

In conclusion - a list of stokers "Kamchatka"

• Sokolkov Anatoly Ivanovich is the founder of Kamchatka, a cultural figure.

• Firsov Sergey Vladimirovich is the creator and keeper of the player of the Leningrad Rock Club groups and the entire USSR, producer, currently the director of the Kamchatka club-museum.

• Tsoi Viktor Robertovich is a poet, artist and musician (“Cinema”, etc.).

• Zaderiy Svyatoslav Gennadievich - poet and musician, ("Alice", Nate! And others).

• Vinnichenko Dmitry Evgenievich-bass player (Tokyo, Sudden Sych, People’s Militia, Mashninband, etc.).

• Bashlachev Alexander Nikolaevich - poet and musician.

• Kotelnikov Oleg Evgenievich-artist ("Kino"), director and musician ("pop-mechanical", etc.).

• Belyavsky Konstantin Gennadievich - cultural figure.

• Yalovegin Sergey Nikolaevich-chemist scientist, scientific experimenter.

• Bondarik Viktor Romanovich-bass player (Auktsyon).

• Mashnin Andrey Ivanovich - poet and musician (Mashninband, Bondzinsky).

• Antipenko Oleg Borisovich - systemic, tailor.

• Titov Evgeny Nikolaevich-bass player (AU, Titya and pilots, etc.).

• Kadyshev Konstantin Yuryevich - poet and musician, traveler.

• Petrov Dmitry Vyacheslavovich is a bass player ("bad influence", bondzinsky, etc.).

• Martisov Alexander Yuryevich - studio and concert sound engineer (Nautilus Pompilius, Aquarium, etc.).

• Orlov Andrei Anatolyevich-DJ, sound engineer, drummer ("South-West", "Mashninband", "Fingers of Hara", Deadushka, etc.).

• Lvov Oleg Anatolyevich - cultural figure.

You can hear the old and new songs of the Mashninband group at a concert in the Moscow Club "Forest" September 2