Order. Family of the deceased military from North Ossetia

The film of the documentary project "Signs of life"

On May 9, at the procession of the "Immortal Regiment" in the mountain village of Mizur in North Ossetia, local residents came out with portraits of their fighting relatives. One of the posters was a photograph of an officer who died in March in Ukraine.

33-year-old captain Aslan Dzantiev was posthumously awarded the Order of Courage. On May 9, his family arranged a memorial ceremony - neighbors and relatives, according to traditional Ossetian custom, prepared food and lit a candle on the grave of the deceased. In Caucasian families, men and women do not sit down at the table together and mourn in different ways-men pronounce toasts and behave with restraint, and women cook food and do not hide grief. Aslan Dzantiev grew up without a father and remained childless - his mother, grandmother and young widow mourn him at home.

The family of the deceased - in the film "Order" of the documentary project "Signs of life".

Mother's monologue

On the one hand, pride. But if it all during his life was, it would be much more pleasant. It is posthumously difficult to endure everything. He was awarded posthumously by the Order of Courage.

It was his dream since childhood, he wanted to be a military man, always played the war. For my part, there are a lot of military. My grandfather also had, then my uncle, my cousin and other cousin. On my part, a military vein.

After graduating from the Suvorovsky school, he did not enter the first year, he entered the legal, I was happy. He insisted: "No, mom, I want to go back to the military." He graduated with honors, sent him to the Khabarovsk Territory. Then [I tell him]: "Transfer somehow closer to me." He’s the only one for me. He transferred to the Rostov region.

After the end, when I went to the release to him, when he gave me a diploma in his hands: "Mom, I am now the son of Russia, I gave an oath. You saw that the Zhirinovsky diploma presented me." Zhirinovsky handed him a diploma on Red Square. He then says to me: "Mom, I am no longer your son, I am the son of Russia." - "No, you are mine." - "I gave an oath, I have to fulfill my duty." So he fulfilled his duty.

The village of Mizur

To the training ground [first went], then further. He called, he said to me: "Mom, I'm going there." - "Where?" - "There". - "Where is there?" - "Forward". - "Where is it ahead?"

I thought it would end quickly as the conflict of Georgia with South Ossetia. On February 23, I congratulate him, I can’t get through to him. He himself called me from some number after the first battle. We, he says, is not enough of us here. I say: "Come on, maybe you will run away somewhere too." - "No, mom, there is no way back. How will I leave these young guys, contractors who are alone?" - So he fought with them until he was killed.

On the 28th, he called me and asks me, they did not even know the dates: "Today is what number?" I say: "28th." - "Mom, with a past birthday. I myself will quickly be glad to see you all, but so far it is not possible." Then he called the 1st. Crying: "Mom, my friend was killed." The 2nd still called his wife. I was still waiting for his call to the 8th [March], it turns out that he had already died. They didn’t tell me until everyone was organized, closer to the funeral. Only the cousin told me, he took the courage to tell himself, because he was also a military man, only he could, no one else could tell me. He arrived from Vladikavkaz early in the morning. I go out: "Timur, is it true?" He blinked to me with his eyes: "Yes, this is true." 9th in the morning.

I already guessed. I generally had a foreboding, I went to the church to pray, to put candles. My candles after my prayer all fell. Probably, God knew that everything was already, the end to him, that he would no longer be.

And this was my only son, my support, my hope. There are not even children left after him. I have one void in my life ahead, there is nothing. I don’t know how I will experience this pain. And I also received a second blow when his things were brought from the battlefield. It was a week ago. The boots were dirty, all his things - a spoon, fork, cup, container, hiking bag. All that I have left is only memories, there is no hope, nothing in my life. He fulfilled his duty, as promised. And who will return my son? No one will return.

I do not want to survive this, let all the children return alive and healthy, let their parents not experience such grief. This is very difficult, this is a test. I say everything to him: "Maybe you will leave, you have experience." - "No, mom, I have to serve the general. I promised. If I succeed, when I retire, I want to teach military affairs at the Suvorov School." And now he has become the hero of the Suvorov school. So such a fate is probably my son.

Someone saved in this battle when he died, while others were blown up with him. He said "hide", but he himself did not have time to hide. The [his soldiers] called: "We would not have such a commander like him. He could scold us, where it was necessary, and where it was necessary, he could advise."

What remains in life? Go to his grave, stand and cry near it. Every day look at his photo and remember him. He always made surprises on my birthdays, on March 8, unexpectedly appeared. For me, all the holidays are over.

Processing on May 9 in the village of Mizur