It was a stormy day, or perhaps a boring one.
It's so good to have you with me.
Want Good night better
Beloved, accept the simple verse.

I wish you good night
And I will repeat again that I love you.
It's much easier to live happy.
I tell myself to be happy.

Good night my beloved,
I hug you tightly!
To you my heart is like rubies
I present it in a nice wrapper!

I've always dreamed about you
And let dreams be inexplicable...
I told you a fairy tale
Now sleep sweetly, my beloved.

Good night my baby
I know you're not sleeping yet,
And on this dark evening,
You're probably waiting for my call.

You close your eyes
Let miracles happen.
Fall asleep with love in your heart,
Because I love you, you know!

I stroke your hair furtively
Warming with a calm breath...
Go to sleep, my dear, sweetly,
After all, the night outside is very thick!

Forget your worries, take freedom
Take it with you to where all your dreams are.
You fall asleep as quickly as divorces
The rain washes away all the flowers from the chalk!

Look how the star twinkles,
Look how the moon burns
Look how the night caresses
The wind that hurries into the distance!

This is all just for you and me,
Why are you still not sleeping?
After all, I’ll close my eyes now...
Good night, my sweet baby!

Say goodbye to the day for the umpteenth time
And he went out the windows with starlight.
I want to tell you about this
While you're sleeping at midnight.

May you dream of the sky
In which the month is on display
Plays with gold for the eyes,
That open at dawn.

Let you dream about gardens,
Where the nightingales will calm you down,
Where we'll be alone
Surrendering to the kingdom of spring.

From the sweetest dreams
I give you the silence of the night.
At the midnight hour you are fast asleep,
And I don't sleep because of doubts,

What to wake up as always,
Where a moment like this won't happen again,
When the moon knocks on the window,
Sometimes getting lost in the clouds.

Night is a very cruel phenomenon,
She separates lovers
Separates bodies, no doubt
But it will not separate hearts!

I'm with you in my thoughts today,
I won't leave you for more than an hour!
I imagine closing my eyes
And now I’m touching sponges!

Go to sleep, it’s spring in my soul,
The endless day is over.
The moon floats over the city
And a shadow falls on the fields.

Our house is shrouded in unsteady darkness,
The invisible cricket sings
Peace spread over the world
And the ceiling is strewn with stars.

Sleep well, don't think about bad things.
Give yourself over to dreams of fairy lands.
I won't let grief into our house,
For now you will be in the clouds.

I whisper in your ear: “Sleep sweetly!
May you have an amazing dream,
Where are the magic horses on the echoing paving stones?
The crystal horseshoes are scattered to ring a chime.

The surf whispers tales in the darkness there, tirelessly,
The east suddenly turns red with its sails.”
Well, I will quietly guard your peace
And read your dreams between the lines.

The evening turned to snow.
Wind. You can't see a thing.
You go to sleep, my tenderness,
I'm nearby - and there is no melancholy.

I'll play a song for you
And I will slowly sing,
About how much I adore you,
About how much I love you.

Soldier's notebook

Territory

Army

From time to time in the army I collected sayings and sayings of my fellow soldiers. There is an opinion that soldiers do not develop creatively, I want to break this stereotype. This is far from true. Over the course of two years, I collected the soldier’s oral literature, namely the soldier’s: how he lives, what he thinks about, what he dreams about, about his hopes, aspirations, of course, and about a soldier’s love.

Don’t be too strict, my reader, please be lenient towards the creativity of then eighteen-year-old boys.

So, soldier's folklore.

Paraphrase of a song by singer Sergei Minaev, popular in the early 90s:

Yes, it was an unexpected blow when I ended up serving in the OTAR.

Here are mountains, hills and sands, here people die from melancholy,

There are no fields, forests or rivers here, why do people live here?

The temperature is approaching forty-five, and we are running cross-country again.

Here is someone from behind, covered in sweat, shouting: “I can’t take it anymore.”

Commands: “For battle!” "," Company, stand up! “I don’t have the strength to raise my head.

And so we lay there for an hour or two, the sergeant always overhead.

When six months have passed, when everything is a thing of the past.

Longing for the Motherland will pass, and we will leave for the troops.

Those who were not will be

Who was there will not forget

730 and 1 day in boots.

Physical

Rape

healthy

organism

Colossal

Universal

Absolutely

Unwilling

Work

I ate the butter and the day passed,

The political officer went home.

Demobilization became a day shorter,

Sleep, soldier, good night!

Wake up, soldier, we have been deceived,

Wake up, soldier, we were robbed -

Two years of youth were stolen.

The army is a big family

but I would rather be an orphan.

Who went through these two years,

He will understand the meaning of the word freedom.

Farewell - everything remains to the people,

The cadets are a gang of skinheads,

Outfit - and the dawns here are quiet,

Kaptyorka - treasure island,

Company outfit - D, Artagnan and three musketeers,

Anxiety - what? Where? When?

Cross - no one wanted to die,

The sentry is a sleeping beauty,

Patrol - Timur and his team,

A soldier at work is an invisible man,

Lights out - how beautiful this world is,

The bread slicer is the thief of Baghdad,

Breakfast - I'm still alive

Lunch is a struggle for life,

Dinner - people and animals,

Vacation - ten days that shook the world,

Dining outfit - Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,

Meeting with the patrol - they were known only by sight,

15 gr. oils - a piece of life,

Agenda - life has cracked,

Outfit is crime and punishment,

Bath - a person changes his skin,

The oath is swan loyalty,

Evening check - remember your name.

A dog is a man’s friend, but God forbid, a friend turns out to be a dog

If the Earth is the body, then the Otar is the butt.

I ate the butter and the day passed,

Ate an egg - a week has passed,

to eat more of this,

Let two years fly by.

Love for a girl is like a belt

The closer to demobilization, the weaker.

God created peace and quiet,

The devil created the rise and the foreman.

Do you remember, friend, how we walked.

Wine, girls, taverns.

But instead they gave us

HB, foot wraps, boots.

It’s January for you, it’s January for us

Same dates.

You have a glass of wine in your hands,

We have machine guns.

Mom waits forever

friend - two years,

girlfriend - one year,

foreman - 45 seconds.

Two years, without sparing my legs,

Trample my tarpaulin boot.

Comrade, believe, she will rise,

star of captivating happiness,

when from the lists of this part

our names will disappear

the barracks will collapse and freedom

we will be greeted joyfully at the entrance

and on the wreckage of the checkpoint

the letters DMB will appear.

Better see your girl in crosshairs

than on the other guy's lap.

I will remember for many years

Soldier's soup and black bread.

Tell me what is a soldier's fault when a girl cheats on him?

when he holds a machine gun, people like you... excuse me, he guards.

Believe me, bro, that time will come,

when you leave the gate

and you will drink to those guys

someone to serve for two more years.

For my mother I am a son,

for my sister I am a brother,

for my beloved girl

I'm just a soldier.

Love your mom

Love like a shrine

Love more than yourself

Love your mother

You have only one!

No one can love and wait

how long does the birth mother wait?

The soldier has only one joy.

Remember the good past.

The girl is a star

and the star is beautiful only at night.

Life is a book

The army is two sheets of paper,

pulled out at the most interesting place...

Hours fly, days pass.

There is less and less time left to serve.

Be sad a little more

And happiness will soon smile.

To help the demobilizer,

you need to sleep both day and night.

How far we are from each other

and at the same time so close,

I love you my friend

and you love me and wait.

The man is such a bastard

worse than which only a woman can be.

I love you - it's a secret

It's a secret in my soul,

I want to ask you with my eyes,

do you love me or not?

Like a quiet wave in the sea,

like a poet's bright song,

let her be sweet and gentle

This photo is for you.

Let ten years pass

to the clink of glasses in a restaurant

I will never forget

two years of service in Kazakhstan.

Vodka is an enemy for a soldier,

but the soldier is not afraid of the enemy.

A girl becomes a woman overnight

and the young man is a man in two years.

AWOL, AWOL,

what's good about you

five minutes you are free,

ten days on GUB.

Don't believe girls' tears

After all, crocodiles cry too.

I’m writing a letter and I’m very sad,

I write and see your image.

I feel so lonely without you

I want to see you.

Who's to blame that you're tired

And I didn’t finish eating, and I didn’t get enough sleep,

I wound my footcloths poorly,

Came home from work and fell.

And whose fault is it that day after day

The orderly shouts to us: “Get up! »

And we dream about our home

And that Order with which we will leave.

The army is good school life,

but it’s better to take it in absentia.

Eh, Army! The deaf side.

They've been walking around here in an "Afghan" for two years.

and yet we need the Army,

To appreciate all the delights of being a citizen.

Damn that day

when the enemy poked me in the chest

and said: “GOOD! »

Who was not in the Army,

he lost a lot

whoever was there lost everything.

This is not rock, this is not jazz,

These are the cadets scrubbing the toilet.

It will be difficult - brace yourself,

It will hurt - don't cry

There will be wind - don’t bend,

Remember, life is life.

Chizdyk, chirp, kuku,

The old man's demobilization is coming soon!

Hold your nose like a carrot and your tail like a gun!

Before you twist love

Learn to wrap foot wraps.

A soldier must have one girl,

but in every locality.

Soldier, remember, you are guarding your girlfriend's sleep,

who sleeps sweetly with another guy.

Serve, soldier, and be diligent,

Your demobilization is also inevitable.

Remember it yourself and pass it on to someone else,

The more you sleep, the closer you get to home.

The more oak trees in the army,

the stronger our Defense!

Peace to people

Soldier - demobilization!

Why don't they play KVN in the army?

Because everyone is happy on LUB,

And the resourceful ones are on vacation.

Live, love, but carefully,

Love not everyone and not always.

Don't forget what's in the world

Treason, lies and slander.

Winter will pass

summer will pass

Better years will pass.

Everything in life will be forgotten,

But years of service - never.

Two years is not the whole life,

but you will remember these two years all your life.

We wait like cheese from a crow

Order of the Minister of Defense

Don't be sad, my dear,

when your son is far from you.

You, often shedding tears,

now you remember about me.

Smiling when you met me,

You will forget your sorrows.

For your dear worries

I will bow to you to the ground.

Mom, dear dear,

you are dearer to me than anyone on earth.

I love you, dear mother,

Your son serves

and serves you.

Dear beloved mother,

The closest, dearest person.

Happy birthday to you

And from Otar I send my greetings.

I hug you in my thoughts,

but I can't see you.

On this day I protect you,

Our happiness is with you.

Happy birthday to you.

I send you greetings on a postcard.

And now I wish you good health,

Happiness in life, success in work,

Be beautiful, cheerful and gentle,

So that life smiles at you.

Dear beloved mother!

Otar – locality, a station in the Dzhambul region in the early 90s.

Afghan - a new khaki uniform with pockets in the early 90s, another name is “experiment”

GUBA – Guardhouse

AWOL - Unauthorized leaving of a place of duty in order to walk through a civilian populated area

Warehouse - a room for storing clean linen and special uniforms

Dembel - (noun m. r.) A soldier who served for two years.

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Only funny poems about the army can diversify the difficult everyday life of a soldier. Poetry always inspires, and even more so poems written in a comic form. A soldier, for example, can read a few funny poems about the army at night (if, of course, he still has the strength to read) and wake up the next morning with good mood. The effect will be no worse than from.

Also, funny rhyming lines are a good way to raise the morale of the army. And many, having read poems about the army, will probably remember their service: demobilization, sergeants, officers, warrant officers. Well, for those who have been demobilized a long time ago and started a family, we offer. It turns out that you can also live a fun life in civilian life.

Those who were not in the service did not wear boots,
Who asked the doctor about his health,
He wasn't drafted, and he's glad about that.
He knows where heaven is, but he doesn't know where hell is.

Forget cognac and wine for 2 years,
Forget about dancing and cinema for 2 years,
Remember the girl who is waiting
And the service, believe me, will go faster.

Those who have not attended training will not understand
How I want to eat, how I want to sleep,
How I want to punch the sergeant in the face,
And after lights out, crush the bubble...

Mom and Dad said:
“When you grow up, you’ll join the paratroopers.”
The military commissar told me:
“You only want to go to the construction battalion.”

I wanted to live normally
But you have to serve.
Fear me, fierce enemy,
Because I'm a fool.
A fool joining the army
Because the have-not
Because I'm a dumbass:
There is no money to pay off!

What do we drink for and where do we drink?
Not at a friend's apartment,
Not in an ironed uniform,
And there, at the stone pillars...
For the forced march, blank walls,
Over the years that pass there.
And for military shoulder straps,
What falls on our shoulders.
For those who are at sea, on the border,
For those who are freezing at their posts,
And, as people say:
"For those who wear boots!"

Take, country, my two years.
I'm giving them away because
That somewhere, someone and sometime
For some reason he invented a war.

I lived quietly for many years
But suddenly there was a summons.
Goodbye love, goodbye friends,
I'm going to distant lands
Where they only drink vodka when they are demobilized.

Our foreman is good,
We have only one foreman...
Here we go for demobilization -
Let's give him a light!

Who was not in the harsh army,
I didn’t spend my youth there,
I didn’t miss my beloved girl,
He will never understand the soldier...

We are the guys from the construction battalion,
We serve honestly, we are waiting for demobilization.
Our weapon is a shovel,
To us the trench is a training ground.

I saw myself as a fighter since childhood,
I dreamed of joining the paratroopers.
The Lord did not harm you with your health -
I was sent to the reconnaissance unit.

And here's the task. With a parachute
I squeeze the machine gun in my hand.
A kick in the ass. "Goodbye, Anyuta,
I’m going into a steep dive.”

The soul trembles, the heart breaks,
eyes pop out of their sockets.
I fell into a ditch near a swamp.
Well, what a smell, it makes my nose itch!

There are enemies all around, it’s dark and scary,
our platoon is marching, and ahead
stands like the Eiffel Tower -
rocket, don't go near it.

Well, we're going around, and there's a swamp
and snakes, strike them with thunder!
Who wants to drown in the...de?
Nobody climbs into the windfall.

The bravado disappeared without a trace,
bayonet-knives in dust and dirt.
“Stop, don’t breathe! There's an ambush in the bushes!
I’m scared too, don’t tremble!”

In the night, no, no, let a bullet hang,
I'm wet, I want to go home.
“Dear, dear mother!
No more reconnaissance!"

Oh army, wonderful time!
Grandfathers, battalion commander, shoulder straps, orders
Get up as soon as the rooster crows
But we are used to it - every brother and friend...

In the arms, legs - pain everywhere,
There is sand in the mouth, salt on the neck.
There are tears in the eyes, longing in the soul -
Here are the Russian troops.

I will remember for many years
Soldier's soup and black bread.

Seven in the morning. February twenty-third.
Without really opening my eyelashes yet
Proud to think that now in the answer
I am for the integrity of our borders.

At seven fifteen I’m proud in the toilet,
At eight - in the kitchen, having eaten ten eggs,
The thought is that I am personally responsible
For Russia within its borders.

At eight twenty - I meet you online
A couple of people close to me in spirit.
Like me, these guys are responsible
The Russian Federation has inviolable borders.

I agree, according to “ace”, to be third...
At ten - the first one is drunk, blitz,
By one o'clock there are six of us, all in charge,
For the fate of our common borders.

Somewhere…? However, what are these numbers for?
Proud publican paved, face down,
I fade away with the thought in the salad: “in the world
There is no more reliable edge than ours...”

We haven't seen each other for two years
Young, beautiful eyes,
We kissed for two years
Instead of lips there is a gas mask...

Hurry up, dinner and lights out,
I wish I could demobilize and go home soon.

The canopy of the parachute opened,
Jump in a dream, not in reality.
But for some reason the trail is real,
Left a scar on my pants...

We thought and dreamed about service,
When we were kids.
But when you got to serve,
I always want to go home.

"Immortal me!" Kashchei said,
And in vain he said so
Kashchei took a sip of soldiers' cabbage soup
And then - “he gave oak”.

I dream about a platoon in a dream
I whisper in my delirium
I'm in this army
I'll never go.

We'll be back, guys.
And then they will shine for us
Not stars on the battalion commander's uniform
And the stars on the bottles of cognac

The day passed - we ate all the butter,
We sang a song while walking,
Sleep soldier, good night,
Demobilization became a day shorter.

Who was not a soldier, who did not swallow dust
Who hasn't stood on duty in the rain or heat?
Is he a man? He hasn't seen life
I slept calmly under my mother's wing
He shouldn't read these notebooks
He can't understand soldiers' songs.

I won't go to the army
I won't become a general!
There are such unique people there
Without me in bulk.

If you're swollen without sleep,
So, of course, you are a spirit.
If you sleep poorly,
So you are already a scoop,
If you overslept lunch,
So, of course, you are a grandfather.

Short haircut, what did I find in it?
A good boy went into the infantry,
He whispered goodbye to his beloved:
After all, this is not much - 730 days.

God created peace and quiet,
The devil created the rise and the foreman.

I'll bribe the doctors
Dollars are in fashion right now
And they will tell me
That's all, man, no good!

Brother, believe me, she will rise
Star of captivating happiness
When from the company lists of the unit
Our names will disappear

Goodbye bros
Goodbye freedom
I left to serve for 2 years
Remember brother, serve wisely.
But remember that you are in trouble. house.

Silence again in the barracks
The "old people" have settled down
Just a little "dushara"
Dies of sadness
He looks at his grandfather tenderly and shakes his head
"I want to go to demobilization with you,
take me with you."

Without you, friends, years will pass here
Without you I will trample the dirt
But remember that these years
You can sleep peacefully

Soldiers don't know how to cry
They keep sadness within themselves.
And the tears just come out
Cold sweat on the back.

There are no people here
There are cadets here
There are no animals here
There are sergeants here

When there were no races on earth yet,
And the mind did not know about the Universe,
One primitive punched another in the eye,
And so the military man appeared.

My native military registration and enlistment office
Opened the way to hell for me

I won't forget all these days
And time spent with friends
And that concrete road that I trampled more than once
I'm on the fence with my boots.

Two soldiers from a construction battalion
Excavator being replaced.
Two Air Force soldiers
Replaces SS platoon.

Who did not serve in the army, forgetting about drinking,
He will not understand the price of a citizen.

I remember a wonderful moment
When I took off my gas mask
To me Fresh air hit me in the nose
And tears flowed from the eyes.

The military registration and enlistment office is a wonderland,
He went there and disappeared there.

I believe, brother, demobilization will come,
There will be no stripes and melancholy,
And you and I will be together
Eat pies at the house!

Original taken from skif_tag in Dembel's fairy tale.

But it’s interesting, now in Russian army Do you count the days by the butter you eat?
Do they give their spoils to the spirits after ordering them?
They also hand over a leather belt - a symbol of fucking honor - to a new call at hour X?
What does a “demobilization fairy tale” sound like today?

Today, in the era of the Internet and mobile communications, distributing any information is not difficult. What I am writing now can be read in a minute by anyone from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok. Both the distances and the size of the country have absolutely no meaning.

But it is clear that this was not always the case. In the past, any unofficial information was spread throughout the country through oral retelling and gossip. At the same time, naturally, it is subject to the “damaged phone” phenomenon, sometimes becoming very distorted.

There were also closed communities in the country with their own subculture. If we talk about places of detention, then all laws and concepts were passed down from generation to generation, and at the same time there were certain priests, keepers of traditions. They sat for 20-30, and sometimes 50 years, and were a source of knowledge for more and more generations of prisoners.

But there was another subculture, the army one. And this is where things get more complicated. The permanent officer corps could not serve as the guardian of non-statutory soldier traditions, and the service life of soldiers was limited to a relatively short period, while for the most part, soldiers served in one or two (training + unit) units.

That is, transferring some knowledge within one part is a completely understandable and logical option.
But, I still cannot understand how, on the territory of a huge country, the same rituals were passed on from generation to generation, from call to call, practically without distortion.
Here, for example, is a demobilization fairy tale...

Chick - chirp, p@dik - ku-ku,
The old man will soon be discharged,
We ate the butter - the day passed,
The foreman went home
Good night to all grandfathers,
Demobilization became a day shorter,
Let me dream about my home,
A woman with a lush pussy,
Beer barrel, vodka basin,
And Ustinov's order.

It was in this unchanged form that it was told in the barracks throughout the territory Soviet Union! Only Ustinov’s surname changed to Sokolov, Yazov...
So, how is this possible?

Does anyone have any options?))

How does it sound today, ... and Shoigu’s order?” However, now it seems that conscription is announced as an order of the Commander-in-Chief.

But it’s interesting, if this fairy tale existed unchanged for at least 20-25 years, then what could prevent it from living on?

Where and how famous Samara residents served

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Composer Mark Levyant marched in sandals

In his youth, aspiring musician Mark Levyant forgot Bulgakov’s order not to talk to strangers. Trust resulted in conscription into the army and the delights of military life.

Already in my student years, I wrote music and was quite famous in the city,” says Levyant. “One day in the park a man sat down on my bench. We talked about the army, I said that after studying I would like to immediately enter the conservatory and, if I’m lucky, not serve. The man offered to help me get out of the army and asked for all my information. Without suspecting anything, I agreed and left the coordinates.

A few days after meeting the stranger, Mark received a summons from the military registration and enlistment office. The “well-wisher” turned out to be the head of the “Builder” ensemble in the construction battalion. He decided to arrange everything so that the musician would join his squad. But Levyant was still studying at the institute and could not be drafted into the army. The boss had already forgotten about the guy, but the military registration and enlistment office remembered. On June 28, Mark attended graduation at the institute, and the next day he went to serve in Syzran.

The army was not without incidents. The musician had no idea what foot wraps were or how to use them.

My feet are size 46, and the unit didn’t have boots that big,” recalls Mark Levyant. - I marched in sandals for two weeks. In order not to disgrace the system, I was placed at the very end. When the boots were finally given out, I put them on my bare feet, without foot wraps. As a result, in one day my feet bled. I had to walk in sandals for a few more days until the calluses healed.

Ironically, six months later the gifted guy was transferred from Syzran to Samara to the very Stroitel ensemble where his “well-wisher” had so actively courted him.

“I served in the army for only a year,” says Mark Grigorievich. - During this time, he wrote music for the play “Przhevalsky’s Horse”. Of course, I didn’t see any money for my work; it was transferred to the unit. But the performance was very popular at that time and made me famous.

During the day, the future composer worked in the theater, in the evening, with other soldiers, he built foundations and plastered houses. Their weapon was not a machine gun, but a pick and shovel.

The soldiers, recalls Levyant, even raised a wild cry when real weapons were finally brought to their unit. And what soldier without love story? Mark was constantly visited by his future wife in the army.

We were just friends then,” admits the Honored Artist of Russia. - Olya won me over by constantly feeding me delicious dishes and secretly brought civilian clothes so that I could change clothes and run into the city on business.

Boris Fradkov “framed” the foreman

Boris Fradkov, famous showman, general director of the Samara radio station Maximum, served in the Primorsky Territory. Even then, Fradkov was famous for his rich imagination and ingenuity. God forbid someone gets in his way. And then an opportunity presented itself. The soldier was disliked by the sergeant major from the very beginning.

He gives me his word, I give him two. Many people won’t like this,” says Boris Yakovlevich. - So he forced me to wash the toilet, then to leave for the day, or to stand near the bedside table all night. And then came the chance for revenge. On the eve of the climb, they called and said that the commission would arrive soon and that the foreman needed to be woken up 15 minutes earlier and warned. I found something more interesting to do.

Private Fradkov began changing the boots standing by the beds. There are 100 people in the company. Everyone's shoe size ranges from 39 to 46. The soldier managed to change everyone's shoes! But there wasn’t enough time to warn the foreman. When the commission arrived at 7.00, all the soldiers, including the chief, were sleeping peacefully.

- "Soldiers get up!" Everyone is trying to put on their shoes when they are asleep. It’s still possible to get from 39th to 41st, but the other way around is a bit difficult,” Fradkov laughs, remembering. - What started here! Ten minutes later, the foreman ordered to line up barefoot. Instead of morning jog the soldiers went in search of their boots. One could only feel sorry for me. But I bravely denied my involvement, shrugging my shoulders.

After some time, Boris had another opportunity to teach the offender a lesson. Next to the unit there was a local “Pentagon” - a women's dormitory. On dismissal, many servicemen ran there to see the girls. And one day Fradkov’s friend complained that he had caught, excuse me, a pubic louse.

Vitaly Dobrusin was a threat of demobilization

TV academician and founder of the RIO channel Vitaly Dobrusin began his service in the tank forces. The school of life began in a very peculiar way. Before the army, the intelligent boy did not know how to drive a car at all. And then he was immediately put into the tank as a driver. The gunner—the “grandfather”—sat on top of the turret and, just about anything wrong, methodically hit the newcomer on the head.

I already felt insecure, and then there was a blow from the right, then from the left,” Vitaly Arkadyevich recalls with a smile. - At first it didn’t hurt. The helmet helped. Suddenly the sergeant hit harder. It hurt so much that I lost control. Together with the tank we overturned. I was lucky, I escaped with a fright, but the demobilizer broke his arm.

After this incident, Private Dobrusin was transferred to a military battalion, away from tracked vehicles. As soon as young fighters began to be introduced to military equipment, Vitaly recognized his tank.

This car can no longer be restored! - the officer sighed, and the young soldier realized that he had made a mistake.

In the rembat, Vitaly turned out to be the youngest of the soldiers.

They will try to “smell” in the literal sense, I thought then. “And then I was sent to paint a pipe at a gas station,” recalls Vitaly Arkadyevich. - I’ve never painted anything before and I honestly told the demobilizer about it. He swore for a long time, but there were no other options. He had to climb to the pipe with a brush in his hands. I was assigned to hold the ladder.

At this time, the battalion commander passed by. Seeing what was happening, he was very surprised and asked in purely army style:

What kind of Miracle Yudo is this, your mother?

Private Dobrusin,” I answered loudly and expressively, automatically letting go of the ladder. The ladder, left unattended, separated from the wall and flew. The “grandfather” fell, as if in slow motion. Vitaly didn’t even immediately understand why the commander was looking intently at what was happening behind his back.

Having landed, the experienced soldier expressed everything he thought about the younger generation, about me, about the whole Soviet army and personally about the battalion commander! For that time it was strong,” continues Vitaly Arkadyevich. - The most interesting thing is that after this story they began to treat me with a little cautious respect. They say that on the very first day he killed “grandfather”! What else can we expect from him?!

Pyotr Filaretov set records while still in the army

Samara strongman, four times record holder of the Russian Book of Records, Pyotr Filaretov served in Leningrad in the signal troops. Our hero was already famous for his achievements then.

I had an outfit in the dining room,” recalls Filaretov. - Six of us had to peel potatoes for 1.5 thousand people. But just before duty, three of us fell ill. And we set a record - in three hours we peeled two baths of potatoes, using dull army knives.

Our fellow countryman admitted that there were times when he went AWOL.

One day I decided to go to the city for my birthday,” recalls Filaretov. - I bought a cake, 21 candles and went to the girl to celebrate. Then patrols walked around the city, monitoring the cadets. They checked documents, forms and so on.

I didn’t have a leave letter in my hands, just an old one, but if you read it carefully, it became clear that it was no longer valid. In the subway, while I was waiting for the train, a patrol approached me. I gave them my leave, understanding that if they were not knocked out now, I would be put in the guardhouse for three or five days. So, while they were reading, I slowly moved the cake from right to left hand, pushed with all his might one sergeant onto another. They fell, and I ran and managed to get into the last carriage of the train.

Vladimir Makhlai was on duty on a submarine near Cuba

The president of the Togliattiazot corporation, Vladimir Makhlai, was sent to the Far East by military assignment.

The road to the duty station was not easy, he recalls. - It took 18 days to travel from Perm to Vladivostok in covered freight cars. The medical commission assigned me to the submarine fleet. Over the course of a year, I learned the profession of a machinist. What I will forever remember from my time at the “training school” was the exhausting daily morning cross-country run of 10 km, and once a week we also ran in a gas mask. Twice I had to take part in parades in the Golden Horn Bay. Two to three months before each parade, night training began. The cold, the wind, the legs were knocked down until they bled - truly colossal work was put into the beauty of the chased step.

Vladimir Nikolaevich served further in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, in the village of Rybachy, where the submarine base was located.

It took us 8 days to get to Kamchatka, all this time there was a raging storm at sea. No one, even the most experienced, managed to avoid seasickness sea ​​wolf- cook - peeled potatoes lying down. The propeller shafts were exposed, there was very strong noise and vibration. People were simply turned inside out. When we finally set foot on solid ground, we were rocked for a long time.

The future president of the Togliattiazot corporation served on a mid-class submarine of Project 613, as a mechanic in the BC-5, and was responsible for the operation of equipment involved in diving and ascent. During his service, he also had to take part in long sea voyages.

In 1958, we were on combat duty near Cuba. On the next trip, we were in a group accompanying hydrographic vessels, which monitored the seismicity of various areas, studied the sea relief and depths,” he recalls. - After returning, the boat was undergoing scheduled repairs, and although it was time for me to demobilize, the commander detained me as a highly qualified specialist until the repairs were completed. But he gave me a ceremonial farewell: he lined up the entire crew, thanked me for their service and sent me to the station in a Volga car to the sound of a siren, and the crew also collected 2 duffel bags with provisions for the journey. Service in the navy became for me important stage studying at the school of life, helped me make a choice further path. I never thought that I would have to be away from Russia for so long. And, perhaps, this is the most difficult test that has befallen me in my life.