Our attempt to get out of the city could be called desertion, but in the Charter there is such a thing as the failure of criminal orders. And the order to be in Ilovaisk at the time was a criminal, because we suffered losses, and the command has not offered any action. I believe that the conscience of any pure fighter, if he turns and walks away when he is forced stupid to die.

I am originally from Donbass, from Krasnoarmeysk. I knew in the city, and the group of friends I had a big and international. But it so happened that when the event started in the East, some of them became leaders of the separatist dairovski cells. The boys were promised a good position and they agreed, although six months before screaming, what Putin is the villain. But suddenly the hero who would liberate the East of Bandera.

Turned out that all my friends were on the other side. Two I've even seen in separatist video clips. Many of them were surprised that I for Ukraine.

I graduated from Gorlovka foreign languages. In addition to English studied history of modern wars. And even spoke about this topic at conferences. I was extremely angered by Yanukovych's government. It is clear that stealing and now, but then it was disgusting to realize that people for the livestock are kept. Therefore, I supported the Maidan and were very happy that our nation has some willpower, your character. He stood up and proved that the power of these bandits and villains could be overthrown. Alas, to participate in this movement then is hard to hurt my father, and I had to stay home.

I have friends in Central and Western Ukraine. So I saw and understood that there was no threat from the West to the East was not. Militia - were paid for, that was clear. Personally in our town gathered addicts, gangsters, and, mainly, low-level managers. Well and drove them to accomplish the task. As a student of history, I understand that all of that assumes Russia is alcoholism, destruction, degradation. I don't know what the Russians are now proud, shouting "I am Russian", "God elected Russia" or something like that. Damn, guys, all that you have is the achievement of the Europe. Andrei Konchalovsky gave us statistics on abortion, alcoholism, drug addiction, according to the orphanages in the country. What is there to be proud of? While not disputing that in Russia there are decent people. But in General, those who represent the society and the government are slaves and spies. And about our country, I support the position Yarosh, we need self-determination. Because we are all for it: and resources, and the brains and potential.

Last summer, I know guys who started to go on operational missions. And then went with a platoon of the battalion "Donbass", which was based in our town, but officially I decorated was not there. For my money, bought a hunting rifle Fort-202 (AKM with folding side butt), 7.62, with documents and all the necessary equipment. The first departure was in Krasnogorovka. We've secured the city, back then it was occupied by the army.

Soon from Krasnoarmeysk I took out the ex-wife and two children to protect their lives. Just at this time, I got a call from my comrade Sasha Shaman and asked food I in Ilovaysk. There were fights and there were losses. I decided that food. We gathered polyorganosiloxanes a bunch, got BK and went to Kurakhovo. From there moved in Ilovaysk. No one really knew where to go. Fortunately, I had a Navigator.

Got there with grief in half, because the equipment was always breaking. There is in homes in the private sector. But samambaia "Donbass" Filin smart enough to build technique on the parade ground in front of the school. And then it was already too adjusted place - technique and our enemies burned at one point. There were many boxes of BC, who also defeated.

The first night we started very much to blame. When they began to arrive Grads, my friend, ESA took refuge in a house under a very thick table. And stood under it all night on all fours. Then I was very glad that bought the pads. Because bursitis could earn, if they do not. And before my eyes the whole night was Esin sneakers, I actually lay and thought, and how much it would die if there was a direct hit.

Very serious shelling we had 24 August, Independence Day. With the arrival of the charge times in fifteen minutes, an hour and a half. The charges were very powerful, fortunately, they whistled and a half seconds, before they came I would fall.

We got into the basement, and he was old-old and very tiny. On the shoulder somewhere deep, maybe a little higher. And top with a little bit of ground and Cherepashka. In it then crammed about 15 people. And flew just to the side where the door is. I told our Deputy commander, the Reeds that need to fuck off, and then all of us will crinkle in the basement.

We went out and ran under fire. In the war - it ain't like in the movies: you run, and you open all the buckles. In one hand - tactical backpack, the second - Kalash. And despite the fact that I spent my life doing sports, then have a trained person, escape becomes impossible. All around, as in a nightmare - shells lay down closer and closer. Then I fell to the pavement and began to crawl. Scratched watch - a gift from my late father. He gave them to me when I learned of my diagnosis. Later, they twice tried to take me prisoner, but I didn't. Moments before we fled under fire, seemed like an eternity. The sense of time in the war, in such a situation, it is something completely different than in real life.

In the battalion "Donbass" - lots of decent guys and ideological, clean, bright and brave boys. I thought of them - the highest opinion. But good commanders I have not seen.

When I finished the shelling, we reached a crossroads. Not that I believed that all people should know what to do, but I sat down and said, "boys, set at the crossroads of the gunners. Because enemies are now able to sweep to go. All the doctrines of military science after a massive artillery bombardment is sweep." Surprised that this was not offered commanders.

The next day we raised the question of the rationality of our location in the city. If we don't take no part in any fights, losses, shoot us, then let's do something, to change positions.

I and Pastor, is a soldier, which in ordinary life is really a pastor - a very brave and persistent enough in extreme situations people went to samambaia an Owl in the cellar, which was hidden local women with children - little girls with babies on their hands. Left at the door I heard, communicates with him as Pastor. Realized that samambaia strangely talks, decided, or has a speech defect, or he is wounded. It turned out that he was wounded vodka. And seriously enough. In the army now it is called "avatars" or "cargo-500". It was a very real bestolkovy "avatar", which for some reason took over command of the battalion. We talked and useless left. I think this conversation half an hour later he didn't remember.

Then we ESA decided to talk to the guys. Because everything is very cursing and indignant, we asked the question, what do we do next? If we continue the defense, we need to make a pie and dig in. But since our conversations little, we decided to go there his platoon. We joined even guys.

This could be called desertion, but in the Charter there is such a thing as the failure of criminal orders.

And the order to be in Ilovaisk at the time was a criminal, because we suffered losses, and the command has not offered any action. I believe that the conscience of any pure fighter, if he turns and walks away when he is forced stupid to die.

We went to multi player, drove to positions 120-Ki, and their 6 pieces, there was the artillery of the 39th battalion, as it turned out, this is gorgeous guys.

While riding to them, met on the way to a General. Told him that in Ilovaysk - a complete asshole, and he, even before reaching Ilovaysk, began to tell us: "what you sow panic, fighting, everything's under control!" And we know that there was nothing under control, and just heaps of meat around. Past us swept Beski with great speed and nearly blew our minivan. We stopped and the kids, Googly eyes, they cry out: "boys, there is the division of the Russian came in, blame should".

And our brilliant command of the 27-th of brought all RSSO Hail BM from there, that is to cover us had nothing.

But, so as not to be deserters, our Deputy commander made the decision to become under the command of Yuri Birch from "Dnepr-1". "Dneprovsky" were also great guys. The company commander at the moment we are very good friends. And all who now go to "Genpr-1", I recommend going into the second Roth. There is a great team going Shchur, Vanya Fierce and many who do. There we met with the gorgeous guys from the 39th TRO is Demian, Boil, Rancic and Eugene Tailor. And, Thank God, they all remained intact.

While we were in multi player, we thoroughly hollowed cluster shells. But the absence of our artillery - oppressed. Once killed a lot of mortar 39-Ki, foolishly commander. In the end, after this shot only 1 mortar, we used to call him "Varyag", because it confused him was no, but after 15 minutes after his work, we were visited by "grad" or "hurricanes".

In multi player, except 39-Ki was located 51 brigade, she also constantly everywhere cleaned. They controlled intersection at the end of the village, stood there fine with the trenches. We went out to explore, not far from the village. The terrain was such that all were visible, and saw the enemy's equipment. They turned on the lights and not even camouflaged, that is, rode brazenly. Then started shooting at our. Judging by how fast the projectiles, the distance of 3-4 km And can be covered in the answer, but alas there was nothing. And the guys were shot within an hour. We heard the cries of the boys. Aired on the radio what was happening. But the Russians nicely as on the range, shot and slowly turned around and left. It was not the only case. Later, when we were captured, we saw 14 NON.

When we realized that we are surrounded by, decided to go with the 39th. Guys reported to the Homchak that the ring was closed, so I had to leave or go on break. My friend Damian was the confrontation with Homchak and he said that the General, despite the fact that all of it was driving, reported above that we have created a complete ass. But geletey said that we got the help in equipment and manpower. And was safely sent 3 letters comrade Homchak. For what to it separate thanks.

On August 27 we have not gone out with the guys because we were promised that give the green corridor. And on 29th formed a convoy to exit the environment. Remember the happy faces of children, already very tired, everyone was positive that he would soon be home.

Our combat "renoshka" (Reno - bus) was already full of holes due to the fighting, but before leaving she had a flat tire. Guarateeing find failed. So we unloaded the car and began to look for someone to go with.

I want to say a huge thank you to the nurses. The girls were very good. I think they need to reward the biggest awards. They are very brave under fire shook the boys.

I was very depressed that now I'm not capable. Around 5 PM at one extreme of the houses I found her, what was extremely delighted. Told the guys about the fact that Dylan died. While we were talking, sitting on the bench near the house, I learned that declared a truce, and are now engaged in a dialogue to lead us out. Poltava asked Amarok to go to help him to rearrange the beads. They got up, walked away and in this moment fall 2 Nona just around the corner. Yarik Poltava died. I got another serious concussion. And not even picking up the machine, ran to the basement, and there was a Cane - my Deputy commander, he had a big blood loss.

About the basement and lay oral Surlyk from our platoon is a very good, brave guy, Milanovic. He broke his arm. Struck side, and leg. A splinter in the heart hit, which then in Poland got. I was unable to find the strength to get up and go out to him. The 2 strong contusion of the day made themselves felt, whether morally, I could not resist. But Surly survived. We had such a Good scout, that he's calm under fire of Shulika rewinding. We must pay tribute to the courage of this soldier.

Before the column was built out, the most striking thing that I noticed - all the boys who were either seriously injured or killed, they all had some grey face and grey eyes. Even Poltava, he was always so "laid up", but before his death looked very different, I wondered.

After some time in the basement we were pregnant, whether the commander of a company, or even someone with his assistant. I tell them: "you would like for us we decided something. And then we're just going to die". I was so frustrating when all tselenkoe his assistant began to someone on the radio say that there have already begun to ache. I personally beautifully to die burned alive in the basement did not want to. Although this helper and quite a brave guy. But you cannot judge someone with holes in the body, being on my feet.

And then Damian looked, and told me that the guys have already begun to surrender. Damian pulled a lot of wounded and it is not awarded for some reason. Within two days, the majority surrendered. But I applaud standing up to those guys who managed to get out of the environment. These are people worthy of respect. Although some of them certainly died at the output.

When we were taken prisoner, all loaded into the TRUCKS. In that car, where I was, seated about 90 people, the wounded were placed closer to the cabin. I closed my sarcosoma because he decided if he loses consciousness, his fucking crush accidentally. In the end, after we rolled, I crawled out and could not feel my hands. When unloaded, I was approached by some Russian or draftee, or a contractor and poked a gun, wanted to shoot. And I wanted to take watch, but I didn't. One knee was taken and the other not. Just on a wounded leg. Their doctor rewound my wounds. Then all led on a plowed field. All in all there were about 400. It had shattered into a handful of people under 50. And the nights were very cold and because of the cold, all huddled together, when we went to sleep. One guy in a black knitted sweater and Balaclava and wore everything was as warmly as possible, he hugged me with his big hand and pulled me close. And I clung to him, because I felt cold and I was lying over to one side. The night was kind of endless. Thought until the morning will not survive.

We were guarded by Russian paratroopers, who at the entrance to Ukraine covered our and their platoon is almost nothing left. Survivors have adjoined. One of them we talked. He tells us that we are Nazis and fascists. I told him that he is from the Donetsk region. The boys asked him, "but how'd you like it if I wanted to separate the Krasnoyarsk territory?", and I said, "how about the fact that Putin poured all Sobreviv Russian, has opened a base FSB Chechens. And in 2003-2004, all who remained alive of SWAT, after two Chechen campaigns, were found dead throughout Russia. They just Chechens caught and killed?" Asked whether he knows about it. He said he knew. "And how do you what the name of Akhmat Kadyrov, who called to kill Russians, and who boasted that his son for the first time in 16 years killed the Russian, called the street in Moscow and now he is a hero of Russia. And his son hugging Putin?" But he nodded that knows everything. So useless and we talked.

But what is most interesting, I found his page "Vkontakte", where on the avatar it says "the Glory of the Navy," but then for a long time his page was blocked. I thought he died and apasati cleaned, but later he created a new account, in which the main priority is family. A photograph which depicts the storming of Grozny in the 94-95 years, as soldiers in the mud in the fields was so much fun on the town; of these, almost no one survived. And the inscription on the photo: "they think They write history, but they are just brushes and paint".

I wrote him who I was and if he remembered me. He responded poorly, maybe afraid, maybe even something that he remembers. I said he was glad that he was alive because he thought that he was dead. He also said that he is glad that I live. And added a few "nasty war". I thanked him for the fact that they themselves Neher was there, but they shared with us the rations and water, which they also almost was not, and still let us on the field with watermelons. Many of these guys for 20 years, came to us and asked when will this ever end?

On the second night of captivity Damian proposed to dig a square pit, get us the wind did not blow, we have thrown in there tops and lay down, huddled as sprat, to each other.

And even after all day Salnikov released. And from the "Donbass" let those who have been wounded. I didn't want to go, but the boys sent. My platoon was released sarcoma, me and the Shaman, which in the back of the head came the shard is a very courageous guy.

All who remained in captivity, stayed there until the New year. But some of the boys again went to war, and now moved to "Dnepr-1". I want to go to Dnipro, but I have a difficult situation on children. The eldest daughter, is likely to remain with his ex-wife, would love to at least the youngest lived with me.

I throughout the year went to the front, so if you fail to go to "Dnepr-1", or circumstances allow, I will still fight, leaving occasionally with the PS. I believe that when fighting other guys and give our lives for the welfare of myself and my family, I have no right to be in the side. This was the original motivation, and it remains the same. I can't feel normal when my friends are on the front line, my conscience does not allow.

Now again I myself bought a Fort with 200 documents, again I have all the gear, and shoes left from Ilovaysk.

I want to say a special thank you Dnipropetrovsk volunteers who took me to hospital where I was three weeks otvalilsja. Thanks to my surgeon Kobza Taras Igorevich. Volunteers Gene, the earrings, all of these guys.

I would very much like to attend the weddings of their daughters. I was taking care of them, even lay with them in hospitals. Eldest daughter this year will be 10 years. Junior - 5. I love them very much. I would like to see our grandchildren. And then at the age of 70 years, being a strong, healthy man, going in for sports, to go on his last war and won't come back. This is my big dream. A man should die in battle, with weapons in their hands. It is a worthy death.

Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor.NET

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