Sir, don't be foolish! I'm from Brandenburg!!! - the bandit almost shouts in a shrill, hysterical voice.
But always welcome, shit from Zhmerinka! - Lerman says, dismissing him like an annoying fly. - Vi, Mr. Ponosenko, the main thing is don’t get too excited... relax, drink some cold water.
The saboteur falls silent, breathing like a fired horse.
What is this? Why are you wincing? - Lerman asks affectionately. “Does your hand still hurt, your Petlyura face?” Unfortunately, I can’t help you now! Because, according to the Decree, criminal cases of spies, saboteurs and terrorists are considered within 24 hours. Four hours have already passed!
Or maybe to the doctor, sir? - the saboteur asks, cradling his injured limb, with hidden hope.
Where are you going, my dear, to the doctor? - Lerman says in the same quiet, gentle voice, as if talking to a seriously ill person. - After all, we also need to convene a Special Meeting and draw up a protocol... We don’t have time before the end of the working day - after all, it’s shortened today! Oh, excuse my indiscretion, when will we dig your grave? It also takes time...
The saboteur shudders with his whole body, and, instantly forgetting about his broken arm, looking ingratiatingly into the detective’s eyes, he says:
Officer sir, don't go to the grave! I’ll say everything... I’ll say everything!
Well, what can you tell me, besides lyrical childhood memories? - Lerman is surprised. - The matter is completely clear, they took you, Mr. Ponosenko, in a Red Army uniform, with a weapon in your hands, and the whole thing is so uninteresting... So explain to me, a stupid, shaggy Jew, why didn’t we issue you a ticket to the Mogilev province? must?
The hefty saboteur slides off the stool and crawls to the table, sobbing. Lerman looks at this performance with one eyebrow raised ironically.
Everything, everything, everything, I don’t want to listen to anything! - the detective says mockingly. The saboteur, without getting up from the floor, begins to howl. - Oh, how stubborn you are, Vovochka is just a second-year student! Okay, okay, get up off your knees already. Well, okay, okay... we still have five minutes... I'll be back now, wait...
Lerman goes out into the corridor, looks into the next room - there is a young lady with headphones on perhydrol curls behind a typewriter.
Mashenka, are you ready to record? - Lerman’s small-town accent instantly evaporates. - The client, glory to the work, has definitely flown!
Ready, Isaac Abramovich! - the young lady nods. - How did you… once! And they split it! I didn't even have to hit him!
Oh, come on, Mashenka, you know me - I’m not a villain! - Lerman smiles. - In general, I am a civilian, a Minsk history teacher... last school year... I was.
...
Near the open safe there is a pile of paper ashes... on a piece of charred cardboard there is an overprint in black font “Owls. secret..."...
In the corner behind the safe - sitting on the floor, leaning the back of his head, torn apart by a bullet, against the blood-stained wall, Lerman presses to himself with his left hand a secret young lady with a black mouth of the entrance hole at the curly blond temple, in right hand- the gun is held tightly...
There is a smile on the detective's dead lips. He managed to do everything on time, exactly according to instructions...
Brest. Headquarters of the 11th Border Detachment
Carry on, Comrade Lerman! - Lieutenant General Bogdanov, Chief of the Belarusian Border District Troops, encourages the detective. - What else did this Ponosenko show?
Sitting at a small side table, Lerman now looks completely different from the typical “nerd” whose image he demonstrated during interrogation. Isaac is strict, smart, dressed in a smart carpet tunic, even instead of glasses - pince-nez without rims, like Lavrenty Pavlovich.
Yes, yes, general,” Lerman nods and, glancing briefly at the interrogation report, continues to report by heart, from memory. - According to the testimony of a detained Abwehr agent, the main task of the next 24 hours preceding the German attack on Soviet Union, for the specified reconnaissance group there were measures to block wire communications, including Bodo and HF.
Bogdanov takes out cigarettes, but without lighting a cigarette, begins to tap the cigarette holder on the box.
Other tasks were: the destruction of the com and political personnel of the Red Army living in the city of Brest, preventing the said persons from entering their units due to a large gathering or alarm, reports Lerman. - First of all, this concerns pilots, tank crews, and senior commanders of the Red Army. After the outbreak of hostilities, the task was set to destroy and replace road signs, organize traffic jams, the direction of the Red Army transport columns in the wrong direction. The connection with the troops of the German Wehrmacht was planned at 18:00 on June 23 of this year in the area of the Yaselda River.
They walk widely... - Bogdanov chuckles.
That's right, general! - Lerman responds. - Further. As the detained Ponosenko testified, the deputy head of the 2nd department of the Abwehr service, Oberst-Lieutenant Eduard Stolz, personally gave instructions to the leaders Ukrainian nationalists, German agents Melnik and Bandera organize, immediately after the German attack on the Soviet Union, provocative riots in Ukraine, with the aim of undermining the immediate rear Soviet troops. And also in order to convince international public opinion about the supposed disintegration of the Soviet rear. The detainee testified that he knew that his close acquaintance, the head of intelligence of Ukrainian nationalists, a certain Sushko, was allegedly preparing a rebellion in the city of Lvov.
B-bitches! - the general exhales through clenched teeth. The unlit cigarette crumbles in your fist. - So they decided to organize riots... Well, well...
The detainee also testified that German agents in the near future have the task of seizing a railway tunnel and bridges near the city of Vilna,” Lerman continues to report, glancing briefly at the protocol again. - And the German sabotage groups have the task of capturing bridges across the Dvina River on the night of June 22, and must hold them until the German troops arrive. The detainee himself is subordinate to Wehrmacht Colonel Lahousen and is a voluntary assistant in the first company, in the so-called “Nachtigall” company, this is “Nightingale” in Russian, since the personnel of Ukrainian nationalists really like to sing in chorus...
Well, just like Pyatnitsky’s choir,” Bogdanov grins.
“That’s right, general,” Lerman nods. - So these same choristers, the Nachtigal company, are part of the special regiment Brandenburg-800. According to Ponosenko, thirty paratroopers from this regiment were sent to Brest. And from forty-five to sixty former subjects of Poland and the Baltic states (Ukrainians, Lithuanians, Latvians, Estonians). The indicated divisions are described for twenty-five specific objects. In particular, the “2-A-Z” unit, which included the detainee, was supposed to go up to the attic of residential building No. 5 of the DNS of the Brest garrison and on June 22 at 4 o’clock Berlin time begin the physical liquidation of the commanders and members of their families living there , including women and children.
Children... Why children?! - Bogdanov is amazed.
I don’t know, dude general,” Lerman shakes his head. - The logic of the enemy is incomprehensible to me.
Study, Isaac Abramych, study better! - Bogdanov smiles sadly. - You need to know your enemy inside and out!
Yes, it’s better to study, general! - Lerman nods, makes a note in his notebook and continues his report. - Further. All members of the Brandenburg Regiment, former foreign Germans, are fluent in Russian. The unit is equipped with uniforms and weapons of the Red Army. Moreover, the items are absolutely authentic. The tunics and breeches we removed from the corpses of saboteurs even had manufacturer's labels on them.
Wow, what neat people... - notes Bogdanov.
It’s the general’s fault, but German neatness will let them down! - says Lerman and takes out a small package from a worn leather briefcase. The package contains documents of the saboteurs. - Please note, general, this is a Red Army book from one of those killed during detention. Made very professionally, at an excellent printing level, in compliance with all requirements for military personnel identification cards. Our commanders have exactly the same... almost... only our paper clip is made of steel wire. When you carry your ID in your pocket for a long time, sweat and water cause the paper clip to rust and stain the paper. And the spy has a paper clip made of STAINLESS steel wire. And it doesn’t stain the paper at all!
There's a brand on my forehead - I'm a spy! - Bogdanov chuckles.
...
Special message from the border troops of the NKVD of the BSSR: “In the zone of the 10th Army, a group of saboteurs crossed the state border. Of these: 2 were killed, 2 were seriously wounded, 3 (Ukrainian emigrants) were captured.”
Brest Fortress. North Island. House of Commanding Staff No. 5
At the stadium next to the house - Red Army soldiers, in identical blue T-shirts, with identical haircuts, are excitedly kicking a soccer ball.
At the entrance to the entrance of a three-story red-brick house, under a red tiled roof, a boy in short pants, with his armpits crossed behind his back, and a girl in a Panama hat and a white sundress are sitting on a bench.
And I have a nail in my pocket! - the boy says importantly.
And we have a guest on our roof! - the girl answers almost in rhyme.
What other guest? - the boy is surprised.
Military, what else! - the girl answers judiciously. “Mom and I were climbing into the attic to hang laundry, and he was sitting there.” Mom was scared of him at first, and then she talked to him and laughed. He gave me a button. Look, there are letters!
The boy carefully examines the gift and wrinkles his forehead.
But the letters are not Russian... - the boy mutters under his breath and decisively takes the button from his sister.
Give-a-ay, give-a-ay, my button! - the girl roars.
At this moment, a three-axle ZiS-5, with border guards in green caps and an ABC-36 in their hands, stops at the entrance, squeaking its brakes...
The cab door swings open and Lerman jumps onto the asphalt. He smiles welcomingly at the children and asks affectionately:
Kids, do you happen to live here?
The boy comes closer and, menacingly frowning his whitish eyebrows, answers clearly, in a military, commanding voice:
We are not your children, but the children of Captain Prokhorenko! - And then he asks no less sternly: - Who are you? - Carefully, sniffling, he studies the ID card handed to him... he looks up at the buttonholes and smiles white-toothed: - I see. EN-KA-VE-DE?
Well, I almost guessed,” Lerman answers with a kind smile.
Then, uncle, I’ll tell you what... - and the boy whispers something to the attentively listening commander.
Lerman carefully examines the button, which was being squeezed by a hot boy’s palm, and says thoughtfully:
It seems that we have successfully entered... Platoon, to the car! And you kids, come on, run to the stadium and watch the football!
...
A dark corridor... An open door, half torn from its hinges... A woman in a hastily thrown on robe, in her hands children's things, froze in a pool of blood on the floor, with her last movement trying to cover the little girl with herself, in whose eyes mortal horror was frozen.
Brest. Regional Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks. Office of the first secretary of the regional committee
- ...And then the surviving state border violator jumped from the attic into the courtyard of the house, where he was scalded from head to toe with boiling water by the wife of Red Army captain Zubachev, who at that moment was going to soak her husband’s outer clothing in a basin. Due to this, the said intruder was detained without resistance by the task force of the “neighbors,” that is, the Directorate of the NKGB of the BSSR, reports the head of the regional Directorate of the NKVD of the BSSR, Senior Major Frumkin. - Gutted... excuse me, hastily interrogated using methods of physical coercion permitted by the Resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks in relation to spies, saboteurs and saboteurs, the detained Krysenko confirmed that on June 22, at 4 o'clock Berlin time, in the Brest sector, German troops would commit a massive attack using tanks, artillery and aircraft.
Hmmm... How did they get through the button, huh? - thoughtfully turning a button with foreign letters in his hands, says the first secretary of the regional committee, Tupitsyn.
Well, you didn’t screw up, Comrade Tupitsyn! - Frumkin chuckles. - On the uniform of both destroyed terrorists and on the uniform of those detained alive, all buttons bear domestic markings. Through an emergency check, with the involvement of employees of the Special Department of the 6th Infantry Division, we were able to establish that a native and resident of Chisinau, Red Army soldier Andrei Bolfu, a native and resident of Chisinau, was talking in the attic with Captain Prokhorenko’s wife in the attic. On the sleeves of Bolf's tunic and on the fly of Bolf's breeches, buttons with Latin markings, which he had sewn on his own without permission, were actually found to be of a non-statutory type.
General Bogdanov, present in the office, smiles reservedly.
Hastily interrogated using methods of physical coercion permitted by the Resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks in relation to spies, saboteurs and saboteurs, Frumkin continues, the detainee Bolfu testified that he had visited the attic of CSN No. 5 for the purpose, as he stated, of collecting souvenirs. During a search in his duffel bag, women's trousers with a fleece of size fifty-eight and a bra of size five were found, confidently identified by the wife of Red Army captain Comrade Zubachev as her personal belongings...
Bogdanov laughs quietly, Tupitsyn turns his head in bewilderment.
Bolfu’s involvement in foreign intelligence services is currently being worked out, Frumkin continues to report. - The scoundrel has already confessed to his connections with the Romanian Siguranza, as well as with the intelligence services of Horthy Hungary, Imperial Bulgaria and the feudal Grand Duchy of Liechtenstein...
Bogdanov and Tupitsyn looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
But Bolfa knows nothing about the German attack on the USSR! - Frumkin finishes.
Well, with this... Bessarabian rabbit, everything is clear to me personally! - Bogdanov says, wiping away the tears that came out from laughter. - But what really worries me is the testimony of the detained bandits... Is it really a large-scale provocation, like at Khalkhin Gol?
But there is still no connection with the district,” Tupitsyn says quietly.
How is it not? - Bogdanov is dumbfounded. - And along the lines of the NKPS?
Tupitsyn shakes his head negatively.
Also no? - Bogdanov asks again. - And on the radio?
There have been no codes for three months now,” Frumkin shrugs. - They didn’t approve.
And who didn’t approve? - Bogdanov narrows his eyes thoughtfully. - Comrade Pavlov?
Tupitsyn and Frumkin nod synchronously.
Well, no way... whatever! Comrade Frumkin, it seems to me that there is room for your department to work here... But what should we do, huh? What if you use “chauffeurs”? It was - it wasn’t! Under my responsibility... Let them gently touch the adversary by the udder...
Issue a written order, Comrade General! - Tupitsyn says decisively. - I, as a member of the military council, will also sign!
Kobrin
The commander of the 4th Army, General Korobkov, managed to get through to the District headquarters through Pinsk. I asked the chief of staff of the Klimovsky District to give permission to withdraw at least divisions from the Brest garrison to combat areas. Received a categorical refusal.
“It’s signed, off your shoulders!”
And Korobkov and the Chief of Staff of the Army, Major General Sandalov, go to the performance of the Belarusian Operetta Theater “The Gypsy Baron”.
Meanwhile, member of the Military Council, Military Commissar Shlykov and his head of the political propaganda department are leaving for Brest - for a concert of Moscow pop artists...
Minsk
The commander of the Western Front (not the District, but since yesterday - the Front), Army General Pavlov, is not at the front GKP, but in the Minsk District House of the Red Army. Enjoying the operetta “Wedding in Malinovka”...
Next to him is the first deputy commander, Lieutenant General I.V. Boldin.
They like operetta, Popandopulo is especially amused...
Suddenly, the head of the intelligence department of the Western Front headquarters, Colonel S.V. Blokhin, appears in the box. He leans over Pavlov’s ear and whispers something...
What nonsense! This can't be true! - Pavlov mutters irritably.
The intelligence chief shrugs and leaves.
Some kind of nonsense... - Pavlov says in a low voice, leaning towards Boldin. “Intelligence reports that there is supposedly a lot of anxiety at the border.” German troops are supposedly put on full combat readiness and have even begun shelling certain sections of our border. Listen, do something about this alarmist so that he doesn’t bother me anymore! [Genuine dialogue. Taken from the published interrogation of Pavlov, arrested on July 7, 1941, and the testimony of witness Boldin.]
Brest Fortress. West Island. District driving school of border troops
...Nobody knows anything about this school, located on the very edge of Soviet land, surrounded on three sides by neighboring territory. Only the surviving witnesses of the heroic defense of the fortress unanimously remember that there was no garage, no race track, or training cars in this school... Apparently, the evil Stalinist regime forced future drivers to learn exclusively from pictures. And when early in the morning a German assault force burst into the Western Island, three times the number of school personnel, every single fascist was destroyed by the drivers in hand-to-hand combat... what an interesting “driving school” it was...
The head of the driving school, military technician of the first rank, Bezugly, looks with interest at the wet to the skin German non-commissioned officer... The picture deserves attention - on the bound German, mooing through a gag, with his eyes bulging, there is a Kaiser’s helmet with a pike! [True story.]
Well, where, soldiers, did you catch this clown? - Bezugly, interrupting his contemplation for a second, is curious.
There were three of them there - the MG-34 crew. Directly directed at us, at mark 145, the eldest of the two cadet “drivers”, Sergeant Mikhail Myasnikov, a short, sturdy man in overalls, pulls out wet golden books from his breast pocket. - We drowned the soldiers out of sin, and the eldest - on our shore. There are no border police on the adjacent side, the checkpoint is empty, that’s why there are dogs German second they don't bark for a day.
In general, the Germans in the coastal bushes are like dirt! - adds the second “driver”, Corporal Kolpakov. - Sappers are pulling boats, here and here... - Kolpakov shows places on the map. - The Germans don’t dig trenches, they bivouac. And it seems they have nothing more than... a party meeting - officers personnel they read something out loud.
Good! - Bezugly nods. - So, guys, call from the German office and quickly bring a hot iron - you see, our guest is completely chilled, we need to dry his uniform...
Undress? - Myasnikov pretends to be a fool.
No, we’ll dry it directly on it! - Bezugly grins wryly. - Oh, why did he shake his head? You don't want an iron, do you? Are you going to talk, comrade?
Square
After reading A. Solzhenitsyn’s work “The Gulag Archipelago,” I wanted to raise the topic of concentration camps in the USSR. The concept of “concentration camp” first appeared not in Germany, as many believe, but in South Africa(1899) in the form of brutal violence for the purpose of humiliation. But the first concentration camps government agency isolation appeared precisely in the USSR in 1918 on the orders of Trotsky, even before the famous Red Terror and 20 years before the Second World War. Concentration camps were intended for kulaks, clergy, White Guards and other “doubtful” people.
Places of detention were often organized in former monasteries. From a place of worship, from a center of faith in the Almighty - to places of violence and often undeserved violence. Think about it, do you know the fate of your ancestors well? Many of them ended up in camps for having a handful of wheat in their pockets, for not going to work (for example, due to illness), or for saying too much. Let's take a brief look at each of the concentration camps in the USSR.
ELEPHANT (Solovetsky Special Purpose Camp)
The Solovetsky Islands have long been considered pure, untouched by human passions, which is why the famous Solovetsky Monastery was built here (1429), which Soviet times retrained for a concentration camp.
Pay attention to the book by Yu. A. Brodsky “Solovki. Twenty Years of Special Purpose" is a significant work (photos, documents, letters) about the camp. The material about Sekirnaya Mountain is especially interesting. There is an old legend that in the 15th century, on this bark, two angels beat a woman with rods, since she could arouse desire in the monks. In honor of this history, a chapel and a lighthouse were erected on the mountain. During the concentration camp there was an isolation ward with a notorious reputation. Prisoners were sent there to work off fines: they had to sit and sleep on wooden poles, and every day the convict was subject to physical punishment (from the words of SLON employee I. Kurilko).
Penalties were forced to bury those who died from typhus and scurvy, the prisoners were dressed in sacks, naturally, they were given a terrible amount of food, so they differed from other prisoners in their thinness, unhealthy color faces. They said that rarely did anyone manage to return alive from the isolation ward. Ivan Zaitsev succeeded and this is what he says:
“We were forced to undress, leaving only a shirt and underpants. Lagstarosta knocked on the front door. An iron bolt creaked inside and the huge heavy door opened. We were pushed inside the so-called upper penalty cell. We stood dumbfounded at the entrance, amazed at the sight before us. To the right and left along the walls, prisoners sat silently in two rows on bare wooden planks. Tight, one to one. The first row, with your legs down, and the second behind you, with your legs tucked under you. All are barefoot, half naked, with only rags on their bodies, some already looking like skeletons. They looked in our direction with gloomy, tired eyes, which reflected deep sadness and sincere pity for us newcomers. Everything that could remind us that we are in the temple has been destroyed. The paintings are poorly and roughly whitewashed. The side altars have been turned into punishment cells, where beatings and straitjackets take place. Where there is a holy altar in the temple, there is now a huge bucket for “great” needs - a tub with a board placed on top for the feet. In the morning and evening - verification with the usual dog barking “Hello!” It happens that, for sluggish calculation, a Red Army boy forces you to repeat this greeting for half an hour or an hour. Food, and very meager food at that, is given once a day - at noon. And so not for a week or two, but for months, up to a year.”
Soviet citizens could only guess about what happened on Solovki. So, the famous Soviet writer M. Gorky was invited to examine the condition in which prisoners were kept in SLON.
“I cannot help but note the vile role played in the history of the death camps by Maxim Gorky, who visited Solovki in 1929. He looked around and saw an idyllic picture of the heavenly life of the prisoners and was moved, morally justifying the extermination of millions of people in the camps. The public opinion of the world was deceived by him in the most shameless manner. Political prisoners remained outside the writer's field. He was quite satisfied with the leaf gingerbread offered to him. Gorky turned out to be the most ordinary man in the street and did not become either Voltaire, or Zola, or Chekhov, or even Fyodor Petrovich Haaz...” N. Zhilov
Since 1937, the camp has ceased to exist, and the barracks are still being destroyed, everything that can indicate scary story THE USSR. According to the St. Petersburg Research Center, in the same year the remaining prisoners (1,111 people) were executed as unnecessary. By the forces of those sentenced to imprisonment in SLON, hundreds of hectares of forest were cut down, tons of fish and seaweed were caught, the prisoners themselves earned their meager food, and also performed meaningless work for the amusement of the camp staff (for example, the order “Draw water from the ice hole until it’s dry ").
A huge staircase from the mountain has still been preserved, along which prisoners were thrown; upon reaching the ground, a person turned into a bloody something (rarely did anyone survive such punishment). The entire camp area is covered with mounds...
Volgolag - about the prisoners who built the Rybinsk Reservoir
If there is a lot of information about Solovki, then little is known about Volgolag, but the death toll is terrifying. The formation of the camp as a subdivision of Dmitrovlag dates back to 1935. In 1937, there were more than 19 thousand prisoners in the camp, in war time the number of convicts reaches 85 thousand (15 thousand of them were convicted under Article 58). During the five years of construction of the reservoir and hydroelectric power station, 150 thousand people died (statistics from the director of the Museum of the Mologsky Region).
Every morning the prisoners went to work in a detachment, followed by a cart with tools. According to eyewitnesses, by evening these carts returned strewn with the dead. People were buried shallowly; after the rain, their arms and legs stuck out from under the ground - local residents recall.
Why did prisoners die in such numbers? Volgolag was located in an area of constant winds, every second prisoner suffered from pulmonary diseases, and a consumptive rumble was constantly heard. Had to work in harsh conditions(getting up at 5 am, working waist-deep in icy water, and in 1942 a terrible famine began). A camp employee recalls how grease was brought in to lubricate the mechanisms, and the prisoners licked the barrel clean.
Kotlaslag (1930–1953)
The camp was located in the remote village of Ardashi. All information presented in this article is the memories of local residents and the prisoners themselves. There were three barracks for men and one for women on the territory. Mostly those convicted under Article 58 were here. Prisoners grew crops for their own food and convicts from other camps also worked on logging. There was still a catastrophic shortage of food; all that was left was to lure the sparrows into homemade traps. There was a case (and maybe more than one) when prisoners ate the camp commander’s dog. Locals also note that prisoners regularly stole sheep under the supervision of guards.
Local residents say that life was also difficult during these times, but they still tried to help the prisoners with something: they gave them bread and vegetables. There was a rampage in the camp various diseases, especially consumption. They died often, were buried without coffins, and in winter they were simply buried in the snow. A local resident tells how he was skiing as a child, driving down the mountain, tripped, fell, and broke his lip. When I realized what I had fallen on, I became scared, it was a dead man.
To be continued..