What does not happen in the war ... Eyewitnesses say that they heard how the soldiers sang Vysotsky's songs twenty years before his birth. What was it - hallucinations from inhuman stress or a breakthrough into another reality? The theme that formed the basis of this book will surprise even the most devoted of his readers. On the one hand - the Great Patriotic War ... What else can a patriot of his country write about in the anniversary year of the Great Victory? The Germans, heroism, offensive, misses... On the other hand, what is left "behind the scenes"? True or not? Do not rack your brains, the main thing is that it is interesting! As always happens with Bushkov. You just need to accept this world in the book as the author sees it, and, together with the heroes of the book, go through this path to the end ...
Alexander Bushkov
Door to someone else's autumn (compilation)
SONG ONLY...
Believe it or not, but once, during the war, I saw with my own eyes people from the future. That's how you are now. And not just seen - talked all day. And whether anyone believes me or not, I have always remained firmly convinced that they are from the future. Although I can't provide any proof.
But let's go in order. It was in the early autumn of 1944. The front line in the sector of our division was established, or, to use official terms, stabilized. Both ours and the Germans dug into the ground, strengthened the defense. There was a relative lull, even without battles of local importance: artillery skirmishes were rare, and mostly there was a counter-battery fight, when they shoot solely so that the enemy gives out the location of his batteries with return fire.
As a person who fought, I easily determined some signs of a future offensive: tanks and artillery began to concentrate in a not so deep rear, infantry received reinforcements en masse, and there were other signs to be. However, it turned out that they were not going to start in the very near future - I had served in intelligence for a long time, rose to the rank of reconnaissance platoon commander and knew perfectly well that shortly before the offensive, the search for reconnaissance groups would be sharply activated. But so far nothing of the kind has been observed, in a month and a half they went to the other side only three times (twice under my command), each time the task was to collect data about the German defense. It was the Germans who were actively searching, their reconnaissance groups became more frequent, so they tried to find out what would be possible about our offensive - but something did not smell of their offensive.
One morning, without any warning, Major Sazhin from the reconnaissance department of the division rolled up. I knew very well who he was, but before that I only talked once when he came to the front line in the same way - I was usually assigned combat missions at the battalion level, and only sometimes - at the regimental level. And Sazhin appeared rarely, on especially important occasions. Apparently, this was the case even now.
He brought with him three unfamiliar officers and set me a combat mission: to transport them to the other side in the dark along the most reliable path. Returns should not be expected - they will exit at another site.
Well, this is not the first time such tasks have been set before me. For a month and a half, we looked after several suitable paths, and I chose the most reliable of them, along which our three times left and returned, and remained unnoticed by the Germans. Features of the terrain, the junction of enemy units ... These details, in general, are now uninteresting, as they are not related to the main thing. In general, the most reliable was the proven path, which made it possible to expect that this time everything would be successful. Sazhin knew her not only through reports, but that time he came precisely in order to personally control the departure of the next group - and therefore immediately agreed with me in choosing a place. Gave some instructions, for the sake of order, knew that I was not a beginner, but it was supposed to be so. He introduced us, wished us luck and left.
They called themselves only by their first names: Kirill, Sergey and Viktor - this happened too, nothing surprising. Their eldest, Kirill, the captain, I figured, about thirty years old, but the two starleys are about my age (I was twenty-three then). They are not the first ones I have - and I immediately took them to a suitable place. We equipped a dugout a long time ago precisely in order to discuss everything in it without any prying ears with a group leaving for the Germans. The classic "our dugout in three rolls" from a well-known song, already post-war. Roll forward, if you don't know, the roof is made of logs in one row.
And very quickly, before we had even reached the dugout, I saw in them ... how should I put it ... well, nothing strange and even more suspicious. Here is something else. It just seemed to me that they were not at all seasoned front-line soldiers. The fact that none of them had a single award on their tunic hardly made it possible to draw such a conclusion. Quite the contrary: the situation is clear, familiar. Before leaving for the enemy rear, scouts always handed over awards and documents, why should they take both of them with them if they had to go to another sector?
What does not happen in the war ... Eyewitnesses say that they heard how the soldiers sang Vysotsky's songs twenty years before his birth. What was it - hallucinations from inhuman stress or a breakthrough into another reality?
The theme that formed the basis of this book will surprise even the most devoted of his readers. On the one hand - the Great Patriotic War ... What else can a patriot of his country write about in the anniversary year of the Great Victory? The Germans, heroism, offensive, misses... On the other hand, what is left "behind the scenes"?
True or not? Do not rack your brains, the main thing is that it is interesting! As always happens with Bushkov. You just need to accept this world in the book as the author sees it, and, together with the heroes of the book, go through this path to the end ...
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Believe it or not, but once, during the war, I saw with my own eyes people from the future. That's how you are now. And not just seen - talked all day. And whether anyone believes me or not, I have always remained firmly convinced that they are from the future. Although I can't provide any proof.
But let's go in order. It was in the early autumn of 1944. The front line in the sector of our division was established, or, to use official terms, stabilized. Both ours and the Germans dug into the ground, strengthened the defense. There was a relative lull, even without battles of local importance: artillery skirmishes were rare, and mostly there was a counter-battery fight, when they shoot solely so that the enemy gives out the location of his batteries with return fire.
As a person who fought, I easily determined some signs of a future offensive: tanks and artillery began to concentrate in a not so deep rear, infantry received reinforcements en masse, and there were other signs to be. However, it turned out that they were not going to start in the very near future - I had served in intelligence for a long time, rose to the rank of reconnaissance platoon commander and knew perfectly well that shortly before the offensive, the search for reconnaissance groups would be sharply activated. But so far nothing of the kind has been observed, in a month and a half they went to the other side only three times (twice under my command), each time the task was to collect data about the German defense. It was the Germans who were actively searching, their reconnaissance groups became more frequent, so they tried to find out what would be possible about our offensive - but something did not smell of their offensive.
One morning, without any warning, Major Sazhin from the reconnaissance department of the division rolled up. I knew very well who he was, but before that I only talked once when he came to the front line in the same way - I was usually assigned combat missions at the battalion level, and only sometimes - at the regimental level. And Sazhin appeared rarely, on especially important occasions. Apparently, this was the case even now.
He brought with him three unfamiliar officers and set me a combat mission: to transport them to the other side in the dark along the most reliable path. Returns should not be expected - they will exit at another site.
Well, this is not the first time such tasks have been set before me. For a month and a half, we looked after several suitable paths, and I chose the most reliable of them, along which our three times left and returned, and remained unnoticed by the Germans. Features of the terrain, the junction of enemy units ... These details, in general, are now uninteresting, as they are not related to the main thing. In general, the most reliable was the proven path, which made it possible to expect that this time everything would be successful. Sazhin knew her not only through reports, but that time he came precisely in order to personally control the departure of the next group - and therefore immediately agreed with me in choosing a place. Gave some instructions, for the sake of order, knew that I was not a beginner, but it was supposed to be so. He introduced us, wished us luck and left.
They called themselves only by their first names: Kirill, Sergey and Viktor - this happened too, nothing surprising. Their eldest, Kirill, the captain, I figured, about thirty years old, but the two starleys are about my age (I was twenty-three then). They are not the first ones I have - and I immediately took them to a suitable place. We equipped a dugout a long time ago precisely in order to discuss everything in it without any prying ears with a group leaving for the Germans. The classic "our dugout in three rolls" from a well-known song, already post-war. Roll forward, if you don't know, the roof is made of logs in one row.
And very quickly, before we had even reached the dugout, I saw in them ... how should I put it ... well, nothing strange and even more suspicious. Here is something else. It just seemed to me that they were not at all seasoned front-line soldiers. The fact that none of them had a single award on their tunic hardly made it possible to draw such a conclusion. Quite the contrary: the situation is clear, familiar. Before leaving for the enemy rear, scouts always handed over awards and documents, why should they take both of them with them if they had to go to another sector?
Here is something else ... Explaining this in detail is long and boring. You see, there were a lot of small details and nuances by which a seasoned person was quickly identified, even if he was without a single award. One example: experienced people very often sat on a chair or stool in a noticeably different way: quite often a person who fought for a long time, including an officer of a low rank, simply weaned himself from stool chairs, and this was instantly seen.
In general, already in the dugout, while they were attaching their voluminous knapsacks in the corner, I already had the impression that they had recently been at war. I emphasize: this impression was formed not after, but at that very moment, I remember very well. No "guesses in hindsight". Beginners, full impression, it’s even strange that they were sent at the divisional level, but, by the way, this happened, the authorities have their own thoughts that they don’t share with us. In the end, the task before me was set clearly and specifically, it should have been carried out without unnecessary philosophizing.
I laid out the map, and we began to discuss the transition. Here they no longer looked like beginners - although sometimes it seemed to me that all the necessary knowledge they had was purely theoretical. But an experienced person in such a situation does not ask unnecessary questions - the authorities, I repeat, have their own ideas.
These guys were strong, athletic, self-confident. And it was not noticeable that light excitement characteristic of beginners. But still, they did not seem experienced, even though you cut me ...
We managed just in time for dinner, so I ordered to bring us lunch in the dugout. So that visitors go out only out of necessity: although there was no direct order, but in such cases, the less often visitors catch the eye, even if they are their own, the better. This is the order.
We had lunch. Without a drop of alcohol, of course - after all, they leave with darkness. But they drank tea from the belly, there was nowhere to rush, everything that should be discussed and repeated, they had to languish until dark, and I didn’t have, in general, urgent current affairs. They loosened their belts, unbuttoned the top buttons of their tunics: they sat well, though without drinking.
And when one of the starleys, Sergey, with a clear hint looked sideways at the guitar of Pasha-Odessa hanging in the corner, I nodded without much thought:
Let me clarify this detail: guitars at the front were not so widespread. Another thing is the accordion. There were far more harmonica players, they tried to get an instrument at the first opportunity. The explanation is very simple: most of the fighters (and quite a few wartime officers) came from the village, the accordion was present in the village from time immemorial, but the guitar in those years was a purely urban musical instrument. However, in our platoon, it just so happened that the majority were just city guys like me and Pasha from Odessa, so we had a guitar in use.
Sergei took the guitar, checked how it was tuned, took a couple of chords - it's immediately obvious that he knew the instrument as well as Pasha. Said:
I'm mine, okay?
I nodded again.
At that time we did not even know the words "author's song", "bards" - they appeared only in the late fifties. But a lot of people in those days composed songs themselves, how could anyone do it, sometimes quite well, sometimes extremely clumsily. Pasha also sometimes composed with us - and not like that, and not that way, mediocre, but still not so bad as to plug your ears and ask him to sing something else. The front, after all, is not an academic music competition ...
It was even interesting for me to listen to his “mine” - I myself sometimes took the guitar, although I played worse than Pasha, but I didn’t strum like a balalaika either. I myself never undertook to compose songs, I tried a couple of times and quickly realized that this was given to me. I - and not I alone - had a notebook where I wrote down my favorite "self-made" songs.
© Bushkov A., 2015
© LLC "House of Printing and Bookselling Publishing House "Capital", 2015
SONG ONLY...
Believe it or not, but once, during the war, I saw with my own eyes people from the future. That's how you are now. And not just seen - talked all day. And whether anyone believes me or not, I have always remained firmly convinced that they are from the future. Although I can't provide any proof.
But let's go in order. It was in the early autumn of 1944. The front line in the sector of our division was established, or, to use official terms, stabilized. Both ours and the Germans dug into the ground, strengthened the defense. There was a relative lull, even without battles of local importance: artillery skirmishes were rare, and mostly there was a counter-battery fight, when they shoot solely so that the enemy gives out the location of his batteries with return fire.
As a person who fought, I easily determined some signs of a future offensive: tanks and artillery began to concentrate in a not so deep rear, infantry received reinforcements en masse, and there were other signs to be. However, it turned out that they were not going to start in the very near future - I had served in intelligence for a long time, rose to the rank of reconnaissance platoon commander and knew perfectly well that shortly before the offensive, the search for reconnaissance groups would be sharply activated. But so far nothing of the kind has been observed, in a month and a half they went to the other side only three times (twice under my command), each time the task was to collect data about the German defense. It was the Germans who were actively searching, their reconnaissance groups became more frequent, so they tried to find out what would be possible about our offensive - but something did not smell of their offensive.
One morning, without any warning, Major Sazhin from the reconnaissance department of the division rolled up. I knew very well who he was, but before that I only talked once when he came to the front line in the same way - I was usually assigned combat missions at the battalion level, and only sometimes - at the regimental level. And Sazhin appeared rarely, on especially important occasions. Apparently, this was the case even now.
He brought with him three unfamiliar officers and set me a combat mission: to transport them to the other side in the dark along the most reliable path. Returns should not be expected - they will exit at another site.
Well, this is not the first time such tasks have been set before me. For a month and a half, we looked after several suitable paths, and I chose the most reliable of them, along which our three times left and returned, and remained unnoticed by the Germans. Features of the terrain, the junction of enemy units ... These details, in general, are now uninteresting, as they are not related to the main thing. In general, the most reliable was the proven path, which made it possible to expect that this time everything would be successful. Sazhin knew her not only through reports, but that time he came precisely in order to personally control the departure of the next group - and therefore immediately agreed with me in choosing a place. Gave some instructions, for the sake of order, knew that I was not a beginner, but it was supposed to be so. He introduced us, wished us luck and left.
They called themselves only by their first names: Kirill, Sergey and Viktor - this happened too, nothing surprising. Their eldest, Kirill, the captain, I figured, about thirty years old, but the two starleys are about my age (I was twenty-three then). They are not the first ones I have - and I immediately took them to a suitable place. We equipped a dugout a long time ago precisely in order to discuss everything in it without any prying ears with a group leaving for the Germans. The classic "our dugout in three rolls" from a well-known song, already post-war. Roll forward, if you don't know, the roof is made of logs in one row.
And very quickly, before we had even reached the dugout, I saw in them ... how should I put it ... well, nothing strange and even more suspicious. Here is something else. It just seemed to me that they were not at all seasoned front-line soldiers. The fact that none of them had a single award on their tunic hardly made it possible to draw such a conclusion. Quite the contrary: the situation is clear, familiar. Before leaving for the enemy rear, scouts always handed over awards and documents, why should they take both of them with them if they had to go to another sector?
Here is something else ... Explaining this in detail is long and boring. You see, there were a lot of small details and nuances by which a seasoned person was quickly identified, even if he was without a single award. One example: experienced people very often sat on a chair or stool in a noticeably different way: quite often a person who fought for a long time, including an officer of a low rank, simply weaned himself from stool chairs, and this was instantly seen.
In general, already in the dugout, while they were attaching their voluminous knapsacks in the corner, I already had the impression that they had recently been at war. I emphasize: this impression was formed not after, but at that very moment, I remember very well. No "guesses in hindsight". Beginners, full impression, it’s even strange that they were sent at the divisional level, but, by the way, this happened, the authorities have their own thoughts that they don’t share with us. In the end, the task before me was set clearly and specifically, it should have been carried out without unnecessary philosophizing.
I laid out the map, and we began to discuss the transition. Here they no longer looked like beginners - although sometimes it seemed to me that all the necessary knowledge they had was purely theoretical. But an experienced person in such a situation does not ask unnecessary questions - the authorities, I repeat, have their own ideas.
Alexander Bushkov
Door to someone else's autumn (compilation)
© Bushkov A., 2015
© LLC "House of Printing and Bookselling Publishing House "Capital", 2015
SONG ONLY...
Believe it or not, but once, during the war, I saw with my own eyes people from the future. That's how you are now. And not just seen - talked all day. And whether anyone believes me or not, I have always remained firmly convinced that they are from the future. Although I can't provide any proof.
But let's go in order. It was in the early autumn of 1944. The front line in the sector of our division was established, or, to use official terms, stabilized. Both ours and the Germans dug into the ground, strengthened the defense. There was a relative lull, even without battles of local importance: artillery skirmishes were rare, and mostly there was a counter-battery fight, when they shoot solely so that the enemy gives out the location of his batteries with return fire.
As a person who fought, I easily determined some signs of a future offensive: tanks and artillery began to concentrate in a not so deep rear, infantry received reinforcements en masse, and there were other signs to be. However, it turned out that they were not going to start in the very near future - I had served in intelligence for a long time, rose to the rank of reconnaissance platoon commander and knew perfectly well that shortly before the offensive, the search for reconnaissance groups would be sharply activated. But so far nothing of the kind has been observed, in a month and a half they went to the other side only three times (twice under my command), each time the task was to collect data about the German defense. It was the Germans who were actively searching, their reconnaissance groups became more frequent, so they tried to find out what would be possible about our offensive - but something did not smell of their offensive.
One morning, without any warning, Major Sazhin from the reconnaissance department of the division rolled up. I knew very well who he was, but before that I only talked once when he came to the front line in the same way - I was usually assigned combat missions at the battalion level, and only sometimes - at the regimental level. And Sazhin appeared rarely, on especially important occasions. Apparently, this was the case even now.
He brought with him three unfamiliar officers and set me a combat mission: to transport them to the other side in the dark along the most reliable path. Returns should not be expected - they will exit at another site.
Well, this is not the first time such tasks have been set before me. For a month and a half, we looked after several suitable paths, and I chose the most reliable of them, along which our three times left and returned, and remained unnoticed by the Germans. Features of the terrain, the junction of enemy units ... These details, in general, are now uninteresting, as they are not related to the main thing. In general, the most reliable was the proven path, which made it possible to expect that this time everything would be successful. Sazhin knew her not only through reports, but that time he came precisely in order to personally control the departure of the next group - and therefore immediately agreed with me in choosing a place. Gave some instructions, for the sake of order, knew that I was not a beginner, but it was supposed to be so. He introduced us, wished us luck and left.
They called themselves only by their first names: Kirill, Sergey and Viktor - this happened too, nothing surprising. Their eldest, Kirill, the captain, I figured, about thirty years old, but the two starleys are about my age (I was twenty-three then). They are not the first ones I have - and I immediately took them to a suitable place. We equipped a dugout a long time ago precisely in order to discuss everything in it without any prying ears with a group leaving for the Germans. The classic "our dugout in three rolls" from a well-known song, already post-war. Roll forward, if you don't know, the roof is made of logs in one row.
And very quickly, before we had even reached the dugout, I saw in them ... how should I put it ... well, nothing strange and even more suspicious. Here is something else. It just seemed to me that they were not at all seasoned front-line soldiers. The fact that none of them had a single award on their tunic hardly made it possible to draw such a conclusion. Quite the contrary: the situation is clear, familiar. Before leaving for the enemy rear, scouts always handed over awards and documents, why should they take both of them with them if they had to go to another sector?
Here is something else ... Explaining this in detail is long and boring. You see, there were a lot of small details and nuances by which a seasoned person was quickly identified, even if he was without a single award. One example: experienced people very often sat on a chair or stool in a noticeably different way: quite often a person who fought for a long time, including an officer of a low rank, simply weaned himself from stool chairs, and this was instantly seen.
In general, already in the dugout, while they were attaching their voluminous knapsacks in the corner, I already had the impression that they had recently been at war. I emphasize: this impression was formed not after, but at that very moment, I remember very well. No "guesses in hindsight". Beginners, full impression, it’s even strange that they were sent at the divisional level, but, by the way, this happened, the authorities have their own thoughts that they don’t share with us. In the end, the task before me was set clearly and specifically, it should have been carried out without unnecessary philosophizing.
I laid out the map, and we began to discuss the transition. Here they no longer looked like beginners - although sometimes it seemed to me that all the necessary knowledge they had was purely theoretical. But an experienced person in such a situation does not ask unnecessary questions - the authorities, I repeat, have their own ideas.
These guys were strong, athletic, self-confident. And it was not noticeable that light excitement characteristic of beginners. But still, they did not seem experienced, even though you cut me ...
We managed just in time for dinner, so I ordered to bring us lunch in the dugout. So that visitors go out only out of necessity: although there was no direct order, but in such cases, the less often visitors catch the eye, even if they are their own, the better. This is the order.
We had lunch. Without a drop of alcohol, of course - after all, they leave with darkness. But they drank tea from the belly, there was nowhere to rush, everything that should be discussed and repeated, they had to languish until dark, and I didn’t have, in general, urgent current affairs. They loosened their belts, unbuttoned the top buttons of their tunics: they sat well, though without drinking.
