Diary resetting to coast of Yenisei
I am 39 years old, Marín 32. The Marin is my spouse. We live with it in spoilage 10 years. We have three children. To daughters 9, 7 years. The son is 3 years old. I gather for the bus to Krasnoyarsk. Our agrarian epic ended. In the bus memories gushed over me. We arrived here on June 5, 1989. I to the foreman’s position (the chief it is repair — construction shop), Marín in school, the art teacher and day-care centers. Received the well-planned house with a personal plot, flocks, garage. Operation normal, oppressed only that men generally all alcoholics, a low wage, work unwillingly. And director petty tyrant. Each planning meeting of a hysterics, hassle. In general I didn’t touch me, my section coped with the plan. I gradually got rid of alcoholics, began to raise a salary, affairs went not badly. The truth in half a year was thought — to go to the city. But the director this Vaska, at last — that dismissed, I beat the doctor in Minusinsk. Distances of another. The complete antithesis, doesn’t rustle, doesn’t shout, started disorganizing state farm slowly. I sold out technique, to a harvest harvest season there were 4 machines in working order. I assigned me the deputy on supply. The main objective — to carry the equipment from Krasnoyarsk for a farm under construction. In the city life is in full swing, around cooperatives, all are twisted spin. And here also liberalization of the prices. In two years we saved up 4700 rubles. The Zhiguli car cost 6600,0, the three-room apartment of 10000,0 rubles. And now on this money it is possible to take a long loaf of boiled sausage. Deceived us the state. Still few years and we could buy the three-room cooperative apartment. And so think what to do, 1 kg of butter of 180 rubles, it is possible to take one and a half kilograms for my salary. It is good that the cow, costs in a flock lows. Forages we to it will prepare, night you won’t have a sleep, and everything is all right. All steal wheat, differently if to buy, the economy won’t be profitable. The militiaman in the beat in the period of a harvest harvest season goes on leave. The authorities close eyes to theft, sympathize with simple workers.
Having understood hopelessness of the operation, I left state farm, opened cooperative PST «Dineks» started preparing the wood, communications were in this sphere. Successfully I sold in Abakan firm. Then I was invited there. Or rather, I signed the contract for logging, construction of agricultural firm in Znamenka and construction of shop of art ceramics. Two years I worked without days off, apart from New year and Easter. Operation brought satisfaction, moral and the material.
On logging at me the task: to issue the logging ticket, to deliver technique, crew on a delyana. To supply with all necessary and to control
process. Woodcutters do piecework, they have a high salary. Aim to prepare the woods as much as possible. Understand that periods of preparations the short: December, January, February. In the middle of March streams and small rivers will start thawing, won’t be expensive. Now we take out the wood on the lower warehouse. From it we will carry the whole spring and summer on railway station. From there to the Far East in Vanino port.
Economic situation in the country heavy — a hyperinflation. Banks give the credits under 200% per annum. How then to return? Karaul1. But our firm obtains soft loans. The CEO has a headache. Very strongly railway tariffs grew. It isn’t favorable to send the wood for export. But anything it that — be will invent how to solve a problem, on that it and the CEO. It has communications in the ministries and departments everywhere.
Generally on logging everything is all right, apart from that a lot of time leaves on traveling. Day and night, on off road terrain. But anything terrible, I have an excellent machine, the GAS SUV — 66. Everywhere will pass. About favor of fresh taiga air — I am silent. I it inhaled on for the rest of the life, and what nature wonderful. I since the childhood, was always fascinated by a dark-coniferous taiga: cedars, pines, fir-trees, firs. In the people it is called the Urman.
But some bad presentiments disturb to a shower. Recently the bad dream about our chief dreamed. Yes all this nonsense, what such dream? The science plainly can’t explain.
The project «Agricultural firm» develops slowly. There is a procedure of receiving different permissions for processing meat — dairy products. Here even there is no sense explicitly to tell about it.
Under shop of art ceramics to us selected the small separate building. To launch production from «zero» 8 months left. But at midpoint the artist — the ceramist — Volodya, started taking immoderately alcoholic beverages, and then and generally ran away. Called me on top and told: «There will arrive the Moscow commission soon, do that you want but that the shop worked!». It didn’t frighten me at all. I rolled up hoses and in 3 months already started letting out production
Under shop of art ceramics to us selected the small separate building. To launch production from «zero» 8 months left. But at midpoint the artist — the ceramist — Volodya, started taking immoderately alcoholic beverages, and then and generally ran away. Called me on top and told: «There will arrive the Moscow commission soon, do that you want but that the shop worked! It didn’t frighten me at all. I rolled up hoses and in 3 months already started letting out production.
A little later N. M. Martyanov’s museum organized us an exhibition. Everything passed the same top-level. We donated the museum our products. Will pass a lot of time, we won’t be alive any more, and pottery will be stored in this first-class museum for a long time. The museum of N. M. Martyanov in the city of Minusinsk is widely known not only in Russia, but is far beyond its limits…
But here to you and «the dream has come true». Suddenly our chief Golovin Alexander Evgenyevich died. I went in the evening home, I fell, I broke ribs and I died… The sincere uncle was, never shouted, didn’t raise the voice, always incorrect, with a smile. From it I gathered a lot of things. History dark. His high sonny, in a year before, shot two militiamen, probably premature death of Alexander Evgenyevich was connected to this business. The firm started being «pressed», and it broke up. I didn’t receive a share from the wood, there is nobody to ask, gave me ceramic shop. We decided to return to Krasnoyarsk. The shop didn’t manage to be sold, you won’t find operation. Took out glazes which in a consequence managed to be sold for good money.
The epic ended and not absolutely, the house managed to be sold only in five years. Anyway, generally lived well, children grew, went to school. Fresh air, natural supply. Whom we only didn’t hold. Cow, calfs, pigs, sheep, goats, geese, ducks, chickens, rabbits…
Here we and in Krasnoyarsk. In our apartment there lives the uncle Zhenya (mothers the brother) with the wife and the son Igor. A rent don’t pay. From relatives don’t take. Nobody took an interest, as a financial position. Here so relatives… It was necessary to pawn a wedding ring… Here so accepted.