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Report from the street of my small homeland

45
Homeland is a land
Where is the captive soul.


Voltaire.


Looking at the current situation in the world, when people are increasingly annoyed at each other, when it became "fashionable" to just touch the nationality, I decided to recall how we lived in peace and harmony with our neighbors. It has never been on my street that a person of one nationality humiliates or insults a person of another nationality. That, in fact, is my preface. This article was written by me 2 a year ago, but I remembered about it only recently, when I used to rummage through my disks.

Today I am reporting from the intersection of Bayzak Batyr Kylyshbai akyn street. From here begins the street of my small homeland. Asphalt road - one of the main arteries of the city divides it into two equal halves. The one that continues from the big ditch to the end of the Central Market is the part of the street where my early childhood passed.

Here it is, dusty and dirty at any time of the year. All in potholes and potholes, as in old wounds, Received in the most severe fights. This is today it has become so. Street name Kylyshbay akyn. Probably, the famous akyn, seeing her miserable and broken, would be offended and kindled with just anger. On our mismanagement and carelessness, on our laziness and indifference - and rightly so! But before this street had a different name - Nikolai Bauman, a fiery revolutionary of the era of the emergence of Soviet power. Neither being a completely snotty boy, nor later, becoming an adult, I did not think about the name that she bears. But then in my memory there are clear memories of the street of my childhood as a cozy, sweet and homely home.

Our family arrived in Kazakhstan in the summer of 1969. It was a starry southern night. As my mother told me later, two teenage girls were struck by the velvet night sky, deep, with a special feature of density that seemed to touch this blackness - and the hand would go to the warm, enveloping abyss. I still have a good idea of ​​this night, although from where I, who appeared more than a quarter of a century later, know and remember about it. But these were the nights of my childhood on this street. I am mentally transferred to my childhood years. Here is our street, a house with a small courtyard. Narrow palisade with lilies of the valley and primroses. A tall, sprawling apple tree, densely dotted with small apples. Little dead end, where only six houses. Quiet murmurs - whispering water in the aryk. Then he was clean and transparent, and we children floundered in it and swam on cylinders, not afraid to pick up the infection. What has he become today ?! Heaps of rubbish, jams from evil spirits, muddy waters ... No sane person dares to put even a hand in it. On the croaking of frogs, which used to be many in coastal thickets: ecology buried in sewage. It is a pity that people failed to preserve the original nature of man-made nature! I again mentally go back to the distant past. There, the street of my childhood smells of roses and the fresh coolness of irrigation water. There high pyramidal poplars proudly stretch straight to the sky. There is a special, homely atmosphere.

It was created by people living on Bauman. Where are they now? .. Our neighbors were people of different nationalities: Germans, Greeks, Koreans, Uzbeks, Russians. Uncle Hariko went to Greece, to his ethnic homeland. Carried all his family. I imagine his children: fat man Yurik, with whom they invented various boyish tricks, and then tried to put them into practice (now he is dead); Aritulu, his beautiful sister, a woman of fashion (she is today a sought-after hairdresser - fashion designer in Greece); her two little daughters, graceful, like pupae, girls ... They all left with their father, and emptied them into a cozy, clean house. Shura, a wonderful housewife and a very friendly person, lived a little further away from them. With her sweetest, as she said, skinny, but terribly alive last Dimka, I fiddled with an improvised sandbox and drove with a twig of Aunt Shurik geese. And then Dimka and I roared together, frightened by the angry hiss of angry birds. I walk to the green gates of my neighbors -
Uzbeks. Shukur-ata together with his wife still lives in this house. As before, the sounds of unique Uzbek melodies can be heard from their courtyard. As before, they sound from early morning until late evening, filling our dead end with a mixture of oriental "flavors": music, cakes, sweets, Shukur-ata is just as active and focused. He reminds me of a cartoon Winnie the Pooh, puzzled by how to find a jar of honey. I greet him by the hand, almost bowing my head. Shukur-ata still remembers my grandfather, with whom he loved to lead his male conversations about farming,
family, work, and my grandmother, who is still very young teasing him and sending greetings to his wife.

I notice that my feet themselves carry me to the gates of our former home. He is the same and not the same. The new owners rebuilt something in their own way, repainted in lemon-pink tones, and therefore, probably, it blows from the house quite a stranger, only a little diluted with elusive family smells. There is no longer an old apple tree and two giant poplars. I can not hear the joyful dog barking - the new owners of the dog, apparently not. Unusually quiet and sleepy ...

Bauman Street is my little homeland. Here, despite the years that have flown by, everything is familiar and dear to me. Over there, further and closer to the bazaar, lives my former classmate Lola. The house of her parents is still strong and beautiful, as then, in the distant past. And next door is an unsightly, dilapidated little house of World War II. He looks out over the street with his eyes gone out, with windows like sorrow about his masters who have passed away. And once this house was one of the most benevolent and cozy on our street. My grandmother remembers Olga Nikolaevna and her husband well. She is Greek, he is German, both doctors, who gave a lot to the public health of the city. This beautiful couple passed through the fiery hot weather: she was on the front line in a military hospital, he was in the rear, beyond the Urals. I vaguely remember a dear blind old woman who lived out her life alone and helplessness. And it was scary to think what was waiting for her at the end of her life, if not for the good neighbors (almost half of the street) who had come to help her. Such kindness and sensitivity have always distinguished the inhabitants of our international street.

The street of my childhood, you are clumsy and ugly today. But so glad to know that, finally, the city authorities have paid attention to you. And they decided to restore your former beauty. You have always been a hard worker. Quiet, calm and comfortable in the past, dirty and dusty in the present, you always welcomed the passers-by hurrying to the bazaar and on their business. You stood dozens of cars loaded with a variety of goods. They inflicted wounds to you with large and small wheels, but you continued to live and endured all adversity. I'm standing at the fork in the road, at your beginning. You are still dear to me and loved, because my best memories are connected with you. From you, as well as from many other streets, roads and paths, our great life roads begin. You have remained forever in my heart, because the Motherland, the Fatherland of each person is "this is the land, where the captive is the soul."
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  1. zambo
    zambo April 8 2013 15: 49
    40
    Dedicated to everyone born in the USSR ... Thanks to the author for a few warm and kind minutes of nostalgia.
  2. Sirocco
    Sirocco April 8 2013 15: 58
    29
    How many such people were born in the USSR on the site, imagine how many stories, memories, if all our memories are collected, not one volume will be kind and warm about our past.
    1. Komodo
      Komodo April 8 2013 16: 33
      18
      Now we will create such a USSR for two hundred years.
      A foolish and helpless person in determining what is truly
      valuable. In that country, me for chasing money would have long been
      shamed, informed parents, reported to the whole school, about
      unworthy behavior of a Soviet person.
      Because I watch modern television, I would be expelled from the pioneers,
      my comrades would scoff at me, and my father poured on the first number.
      My longing for that time ... We were brought up, prepared for life in the Soviet Union to solve great tasks, under the wing of a great country, but I destroyed, deposed, sold, drank it all and now ..., I collect it bit by bit, what I once already had.
      1. screw cutter
        screw cutter April 8 2013 16: 47
        +7
        Don’t be so sad. At that moment we couldn’t do anything. Yes, and now, little depends on us.
        1. Komodo
          Komodo April 8 2013 17: 21
          +3
          Well, how is it, does not depend. That is why various religions were not supported in the Union.
          It all depends on the person himself. Not from the Lord God, not from karma. In the Union, Buddhism was seen as a religion depriving a person of faith in himself, and therefore not conducive to the formation of Soviet man as a person.
        2. yak69
          yak69 April 9 2013 00: 05
          +4
          Quote: screw cutter
          And now, little depends on us.

          This is not entirely true. I do not want to utter stamps, but a lot depends on each of us. It’s just that everyone in his place must honestly do his job and not be afraid of anything or give up in front of injustice. And it is very difficult - do not be afraid!
          And now it depends only on us - we will revive our former greatness and our country or we will succumb to venal bureaucrats coming from everywhere (by the way, they are also our fellow citizens who only got to power).
          When making your choice, think and remember where it will lead you.
      2. smel
        smel April 8 2013 19: 53
        +8
        My longing for that time ... We were brought up, prepared for life in the Soviet Union to solve great tasks, under the wing of a great country, but I destroyed, deposed, sold, drank it all and now ..., I collect it bit by bit, what I once already had.
        Very nice and touching comment. If such thoughts occur, then not everything is lost in my power.
  3. Atlon
    Atlon April 8 2013 16: 05
    +8
    The USSR - what we lost ...
    1. Komodo
      Komodo April 8 2013 18: 26
      +9
      40 years to return. After 40 years no one
      of those who remember the USSR will not remain.
    2. Karabin
      Karabin April 8 2013 20: 08
      +1
      Quote: Atlon
      The USSR is what we ...

      The USSR - what are we talking about ***.
      1. Shturmovik
        Shturmovik April 8 2013 22: 32
        +2
        The USSR is WE))
        1. vvvrus39
          vvvrus39 April 8 2013 22: 49
          +1
          And how long will we last? I mean people like us now, active and striving for something?
  4. LeXXSkAt
    LeXXSkAt April 8 2013 16: 07
    +9
    Ehhhh .... It's really like everything is warm and with a soul ... A lot of memories surfaced) Thank you.
  5. fzr1000
    fzr1000 April 8 2013 16: 08
    +7
    Thank you, penetrated.
    1. Uncle
      Uncle April 8 2013 18: 34
      0
      Sergey, what’s wrong with your ear?
  6. mansur
    mansur April 8 2013 16: 14
    +1
    Quote: zamboy
    Dedicated to everyone born in the USSR ... Thanks to the author for a few warm and kind minutes of nostalgia.

    I completely agree, I remembered my street and my yard where I grew up, where Armenians, Russians, Ukrainians, Georgians, Greeks, Jews, Tatars, Azerbaijanis lived nearby, ,,,,,

    Together were in trouble and joy

    I always remember this song by Angelica Varum

    Oh, how I want to come back,
    Oh, how you want to break into the town
    On our street in three houses,
    Where everything is simple and familiar for the day
    Where they enter guests without demand,
    Where there is no envy and anger - a sweet home,
    Where is the birth celebrated?
    And forever escort the whole yard ..

    And unfortunately I understand that you will not return the wrong town, or that Country-USSR
  7. Barvetum
    April 8 2013 16: 15
    +9
    Post-Soviet time. I often lived with my grandmother, especially in the summer I disappeared constantly. The years were 98-2000. It was a good time too. I remember when I was at home, in the apartment, in the evenings in our neighborhoods the lights and often the gas turned off. So people went outside and cooked on the street, here the yard was friendly.
  8. Gari
    Gari April 8 2013 16: 20
    15
    Quote: zamboy
    Dedicated to everyone born in the USSR ... Thanks to the author for a few warm and kind minutes of nostalgia.

    I completely agree, I remembered my street and my yard where I grew up, where Armenians, Russians, Ukrainians, Georgians, Greeks, Jews, Tatars, Azerbaijanis lived nearby, ,,,,,

    Together were in trouble and joy

    I always remember this song by Angelica Varum

    Oh, how I want to come back,
    Oh, how you want to break into the town
    On our street in three houses,
    Where everything is simple and familiar for the day
    Where they enter guests without demand,
    Where there is no envy and anger - a sweet home,
    Where is the birth celebrated?
    And forever escort the whole yard ..

    And unfortunately I understand that you will not return the wrong town or that Country
  9. Ruslan_F38
    Ruslan_F38 April 8 2013 16: 20
    12
    Quote: Atlon
    The USSR - what we lost ...

    We did not lose the USSR - the USSR was taken away from us ..
    1. Barvetum
      April 8 2013 16: 23
      11
      But the USSR remained with us in many souls.
      1. Atlon
        Atlon April 8 2013 17: 45
        13
        Quote: Barvetum
        But the USSR remained with us in many souls.

        "What we do not keep, having lost - we cry!
        I'll tell you what ... I myself went through perestroika (mind me!), And the collapse of the USSR, and the dashing 90s. At the time, I was young, hot, and naive! I don’t think that everyone was nostalgic now, at that time they understood something. We were sincerely happy about "freedom", crap, liberalism. Is not it so? Understanding and realization came much later ... We, like savages, fell for the multicolored beads, and screwed up the empire! This is the truth, and the rest is all lyrics ...
        1. Semurg
          Semurg April 8 2013 20: 08
          +3
          Quote: Atlon
          Quote: Barvetum
          But the USSR remained with us in many souls.

          "What we do not keep, having lost - we cry!
          I'll tell you what ... I myself went through perestroika (mind me!), And the collapse of the USSR, and the dashing 90s. At the time, I was young, hot, and naive! I don’t think that everyone was nostalgic now, at that time they understood something. We were sincerely happy about "freedom", crap, liberalism. Is not it so? Understanding and realization came much later ... We, like savages, fell for the multicolored beads, and screwed up the empire! This is the truth, and the rest is all lyrics ...

          I was running away from lectures to watch the live broadcast of the Supreme Council, everything was so new, I was waiting for change (and I didn’t remember the Chinese curse that you lived in a time of change). There’s no time machine to quickly fly and take a look figures from politics. I would like something better, brighter, but I’m afraid it will turn out as always. And I definitely don’t want empires anymore.
          1. Atlon
            Atlon April 8 2013 21: 20
            +1
            Quote: Semurg
            And I definitely don’t want empires anymore.

            and you won’t succeed ... Bayam, the empire is useless, the main thing for them is obedient slaves.
    2. Atlon
      Atlon April 8 2013 17: 41
      +2
      Quote: Ruslan_F38
      We did not lose the USSR — the USSR was taken from us.

      This is even worse ... So we are weak, if we were able to "take away" our everything!
      1. Captain Vrungel
        Captain Vrungel April 8 2013 18: 36
        +4
        Wimps, to say the least. They took away in silence, arrogantly with our inaction and not interference. They just watched us being robbed and humiliated. Maybe because of our laziness, or do not care, or maybe, or I'll see what happens, but I need it.
        And today we also behave. Because they have hammered into their heads, "that the power belongs to the one who has the power and you personally are just an extra in a given place and at this time with the democratic right to choose the one whom the rulers of destinies have already chosen for you.
        Forgive us Homeland that we lost.
        1. Atlon
          Atlon April 8 2013 21: 23
          +1
          Quote: Captain Vrungel
          And today we also behave. Because they have hammered into their heads, "that the power belongs to the one who has the power and you personally are just an extra in a given place and at this time with the democratic right to choose the one whom the rulers of destinies have already chosen for you.

          That's it! But most of Putin supports and spits at the sight of goppositsii. However, liberalism and the streets and the Internet captured, and we suffer. We are only blaming Putin from their kitchens, saying that you are delaying, Volodya? And he is alone after all ... And then he is fighting! But take it all out on the street. Take the governor, the mayor ... But I won’t, otherwise I’ll get under the article.
    3. saygon66
      saygon66 April 11 2013 11: 54
      0
      - Just from childhood they taught to believe the "leaders" and wait for orders ... But there were no orders - there was no time for the "leaders"!
  10. Mhpv
    Mhpv April 8 2013 16: 47
    +9
    Reading this article, probably everyone imagined their childhood in whatever corner of the USSR it took place.
    And warm summer nights (with fruits from other people's dachas winked and the smell of spring with wet feet from launching boats on streams, and winter with skates and sledges, and autumn, when the class gathers after a long vacation and friends come from grandmothers.
    Our children with frantic progress can no longer feel this. recourse
  11. Captain45
    Captain45 April 8 2013 17: 04
    +2
    With all my heart, thank you Temirlan! I read and remembered my childhood, my street, school yard and garden, which during the summer holidays became the second home for all the boys from the block.
  12. baltika-18
    baltika-18 April 8 2013 17: 10
    +2
    Article plus. Lovely written.
  13. NIK 163
    NIK 163 April 8 2013 17: 11
    +5
    I’m also from Central Asia! And I remember how I lived together with my neighbors. And what a wonderful relationship I had in the courtyard. I still dream of neighbors. I really don’t even know how it is, the information comes in contradictory, but I wish them all happiness and health .
  14. stalkerwalker
    stalkerwalker April 8 2013 17: 35
    +9
    Just "plus" ...
    And "rolled" two by two hundred for those good old days ...
    Good luck everyone !!!
    hi
    1. Atlon
      Atlon April 8 2013 17: 46
      +3
      Quote: stalkerwalker
      And "rolled" two by two hundred for those good old days ...

      Is it Monday then ?! Hmm ... What will happen by the end of the week? wassat
      1. stalkerwalker
        stalkerwalker April 8 2013 17: 53
        +4
        Quote: Atlon
        What will happen by the end of the week?

        Break through ...
        bully
  15. Egoza
    Egoza April 8 2013 18: 03
    +3
    Many thanks to the author! And not only for fond memories, but also for the fact that the belief is strengthened that since people keep such memories, then all is not lost.
  16. Egoza
    Egoza April 8 2013 18: 05
    +1
    Many thanks to the author! And not only for wonderful memories. Simply, when you read such lines, the belief is strengthened that not everything is lost.
  17. djon3volta
    djon3volta April 8 2013 18: 47
    -4
    here some people think that if you say something from the childhood of the USSR, then they say that you remember your childhood, they say that it happens to everyone. but for some reason it seems to me that this is nastalgia not in childhood, namely in the Soviet Union. I also have many memories, I’m not going to describe them. But one moment I’ll tell you - when my grandmother and I went to Ukraine in 1987, a man rode in a compartment with us on a train, then when we arrived, my grandmother told me how this man suggested she buy a real gun for 150 rubles with cartridges wassat I still remember, I say - why didn’t I buy something, I had to buy laughing
  18. Black
    Black April 8 2013 18: 57
    13
    The article inspired ....
    for some time he lived with his grandfather and grandmother in the village of the former Soviet Stalinist labor camp. The deadlines ended, and the zone was liquidated, many were rehabilitated, most of them left, but there was still a lot of the "former" - there was simply nowhere to go, people lost their former home and remained. The village is a complete international, as I tried to count, more than two dozen nationalities. They all lived in one family, one joy and one sorrow. Not embittered, open, kind.
    Somehow, in late autumn, an icy rain began to fall and a flock of sisars, which lived in a barn on the current, fell under it. Pigeons - all in the ice - "on foot, in an airplane" roamed the empty current. In the night the frost intensified and the flock would not survive. People from all over the village - they caught every one, dried them at home, and released them in the morning. Everyone was so happy ...
    1. 755962
      755962 April 8 2013 22: 30
      +4
      Quote: Chen
      All lived as one family

  19. uizik
    uizik April 8 2013 19: 05
    +3
    They wanted the best, but it turned out how the enemies wanted!
  20. Zmey_2Garin
    Zmey_2Garin April 8 2013 20: 12
    +6
    The article is huge, fat [+]! Temirlan (nothing, what am I, in a simple way?), Thank you very much !!! I just can’t understand those freaks who have raised their hand to minus ?! Inhumans are you, or what? Or were you born on a tram and you had no childhood? Well, at least some?
    1. Barvetum
      April 8 2013 20: 21
      +6
      Yes, please contact us at your convenience.


      I'm glad that you all liked the article. I still have articles that I wrote before. Slowly edit them and publish them. Now there’s just no time, milestones, the session on the nose.
  21. vaddy72
    vaddy72 April 8 2013 20: 23
    +2
    This is about Dzhambul - where it is warm, where is mom (Good luck women). Nowadays Taraz. Bazaar area, near the medieval bathhouse. We climbed, we know. I myself am from the station - st. Babushkina is the third from the Lokomotiv stadium until 50 years of October, between 2 and 3 Boulevard. But I know the area described well - my parents still live near Gorky's school (they moved from the station). I also constantly hung out behind the Line (1 uezdny lane) and near May Grove at the leather processing plant - my grandmothers lived there .. Yes, nostalgia, yes, I dream, but the feeling of dying of this city and this country began immediately with the collapse of the USSR, and continues to this day , despite the new-build Astana, office Aktau, jeeps, and nightclubs .. And when I come to visit Taraz, it is especially strong .. musty, hopelessness. And there was an industrial and intellectual city. And if you want a complete brain explosion - go to Zhanatas - 6 - 7 hours by car from Taraz (the road is dead). You can drop by on the way to Karatau for the full experience. In a coffin, in short, I saw this independence ... not for long, I think it has left.
  22. Igarr
    Igarr April 8 2013 20: 54
    +7
    Thank you Temirlan.
    Great essay.
    My premonition of the tragedy began with the beginning of Gorbachev's perestroika. I was then the secretary of the party organization, it was possible .. to carry out ... the talkative politics of the party - to life.
    And then, in 1988 - Spitak. When the whole country-went to the aid of Armenia. As in 1948 - Ashgabat, as in 1966 - Tashkent.
    I went to sea. I saw all this beauty overseas. Nekrasota - also saw. Even the thought did not arise - screw in the port. And in 1979, when they came to Vladik from Kaliningrad, for a long time I tried to remember what kind of currency goes here. Then it dawned on me - the bus fare was 5 kopecks. Torn to tears - HOME.
    ...
    People who are not allowed to travel ... talkative promises - "there is a lot of happiness for everyone. And right now," - of course I liked them.
    Have a good time.
    But they voted at the referendum 1991 - for the USSR.
    So, guys - if we are to blame ... then God will judge us. Our egregor could not restrain ... the attacks of Evil and Chernukha.
    .
    It warms my heart that both of my daughters were born in the Soviet Union. Though they don’t remember him.
    And we..
    We will remember.
    We will.
    1. Gari
      Gari April 8 2013 22: 30
      +3
      Quote: Igarr
      And then, in 1988 - Spitak. When the whole country-went to the aid of Armenia. As in 1948 - Ashgabat, as in 1966 - Tashkent.

      The whole country but as one family
  23. Marek Rozny
    Marek Rozny April 8 2013 21: 20
    +7
    Not, of course, in our Soviet childhood, our neighbors were fatter, the grass is greener, and the party is wiser. I’ve been to Taraz very often - my mother’s homeland, my grandmother and a bunch of relatives live there. In Soviet times, a green, but very dusty and dirty city, with asphalt there was always strained. It’s a paradox, but the nearby villages were much better paved, I still joked that in the Dzhambul villages there was asphalt to each shed, and the difference was from Jambul itself.
    Now Taraz is much more asphalted than in Soviet times. True, in some places the asphalt is lousy, obviously someone "warmed up the handles". But nevertheless, the streets look much better than in our recent past. With regard to this particular Bauman street, there is only one part of the street that is not asphalted, the size of one and a half kilometers - maybe less. And even then - like this year everything should be completed. The main thing is to do it with high quality, and not like we sometimes do - they spent a lot of money, and put some garbage, not asphalt.
    In general, thanks for the text. I also remembered my childhood streets - Sovetskaya Street in Novotroitsk and Tereshkova Street in Orenburg. I wonder what they are now? Are there Orenburgers? Who will tell?
    1. vaddy72
      vaddy72 April 13 2013 14: 07
      0
      What a smart and observant joker you were ... as a child .. directly, a child prodigy. Where did you see dirt in Jambul in the 80s? And where was it strained with asphalt? You, along the way, with perception strained. Dzhambul was a great city, with universities that Muscovites and Petersburgers came to study - Technological Light and Food Industries and Irrigation and Reclamation. Parents of the house were always handed over to students from Moscow, St. Petersburg and Chisinau. The technical intelligentsia was full. There was a military school where Vietnamese, Cubans, Africans studied .. there were a lot of them in the city, they played football with ours, they fought. Large military town, helicopter regiment. Life was in full swing. The city had three of the largest chem in the USSR. enterprises with the number of workers and personnel of several tens of thousands of people are enterprises of the Novojambul phosphorus basin, two cities - a satellite, a tannery, a powerful food industry and an agricultural belt around it. There were direct flights from the airport to almost all large and medium-sized cities of the Union. Airplanes took off and landed one after another, continuously day and night - I often visited the airport. The newest pool in the USSR, the strongest water polo team, which entered the first league of the USSR championship. Before the collapse of the country, several stages of the first league of the USSR Championship took place in the city. There were teams from Moscow, Minsk, Kiev, Tbilisi, Yerevan, Alma-Ata .. In such a situation, where could there be dirt and all that? No need to slander the Soviet Dzhambul. And now, after 25 years, this is complete and sucks. A bunch of bazaars and saunas with Uzbek prostitutes, the whole industry was killed for what reason, from foreigners - only Chimkents. ..asphalt is bigger now, you see .. funny, right
  24. waisson
    waisson April 8 2013 21: 21
    +6
    YES nastolgiya USSR APARTMENTS does not close and if it closes then the key KOVRIK.SLUZHIT UNDER THE ARMY WAS honor and PRESTIZHNO.MANYAKAM SMERT.VOR YES TO JAIL products were not abundant NATURAL BUT ALL WERE MANY HOUSES THAT CAN REMEMBER THAT LOST .SAMOE MAIN WE LOST ALL THAT OUR GRANDFATES AND FATHERS CREATED FOR US IN THESE INCREDIBLY SEVERE CONDITIONS. WE GAVE ALL THIS ONE-X-TH
  25. Kazbek
    Kazbek April 8 2013 21: 45
    +6
    The USSR is alive as long as it is remembered.
  26. Naval
    Naval April 8 2013 21: 51
    +3
    And no matter what flags we fly, we all come from the USSR. drinks
  27. Mother russia
    Mother russia April 8 2013 22: 02
    +2
    Thanks for the wonderful story. Very warm and touching.
  28. Barvetum
    April 8 2013 22: 14
    +3
    Quote: vaddy72
    This is about Dzhambul - where it is warm, where is mom (Good luck women). Nowadays Taraz. Bazaar area, near the medieval bathhouse. We climbed, we know. I myself am from the station - st. Babushkina is the third from the Lokomotiv stadium until 50 years of October, between 2 and 3 Boulevard. But I know the area described well - my parents still live near Gorky's school (they moved from the station). I also constantly hung out behind the Line (1 uezdny lane) and near May Grove at the leather processing plant - my grandmothers lived there .. Yes, nostalgia, yes, I dream, but the feeling of dying of this city and this country began immediately with the collapse of the USSR, and continues to this day , despite the new-build Astana, office Aktau, jeeps, and nightclubs .. And when I come to visit Taraz, it is especially strong .. musty, hopelessness. And there was an industrial and intellectual city. And if you want a complete brain explosion - go to Zhanatas - 6 - 7 hours by car from Taraz (the road is dead). You can drop by on the way to Karatau for the full experience. In a coffin, in short, I saw this independence ... not for long, I think it has left.


    Quote: Marek Rozny
    Not, of course, in our Soviet childhood, our neighbors were fatter, the grass is greener, and the party is wiser. I’ve been to Taraz very often - my mother’s homeland, my grandmother and a bunch of relatives live there. In Soviet times, a green, but very dusty and dirty city, with asphalt there was always strained. It’s a paradox, but the nearby villages were much better paved, I still joked that in the Dzhambul villages there was asphalt to each shed, and the difference was from Jambul itself.
    Now Taraz is much more asphalted than in Soviet times. True, in some places the asphalt is lousy, obviously someone "warmed up the handles". But nevertheless, the streets look much better than in our recent past. With regard to this particular Bauman street, there is only one part of the street that is not asphalted, the size of one and a half kilometers - maybe less. And even then - like this year everything should be completed. The main thing is to do it with high quality, and not like we sometimes do - they spent a lot of money, and put some garbage, not asphalt.
    In general, thanks for the text. I also remembered my childhood streets - Sovetskaya Street in Novotroitsk and Tereshkova Street in Orenburg. I wonder what they are now? Are there Orenburgers? Who will tell?


    Glad to see the earth. Now I am in medical study in Karaganda, so I’m very rarely at home. This year I went to 16 of the day on December 2 and was from 23 to January 28. Now only in the summer in July will I come at best.

    And the city is slowly growing, though it’s a pity that our Great Green Bazaar was closed. All is gone, now 4 bazaar in different parts of the city.

    As for the asphalt, they really correctly noticed, it melts very strongly in the summer, it happens. There is a lot of dust, but when you sit on the ferris wheel, then, apart from the green tops, you see nothing more.

    Well, that’s all, nostalgia struck and again melancholy at heart))) I’d rather go home. Close your eyes. Imagine comfort, imagine a place where they will understand, where there is no evil and there is no sadness, where you are always missed. You say no such place! No, there is a parental heart and a native home!
    1. vaddy72
      vaddy72 April 13 2013 14: 32
      0
      Here are the bastards. How could the bazaar be closed? Soon all Jambul will be closed
    2. vaddy72
      vaddy72 April 13 2013 14: 36
      +2
      You probably did not expect such an upsurge of pro-Soviet sentiment in your article? :))))
  29. 755962
    755962 April 8 2013 22: 21
    +2
    “... On March 17, 1991, the Soviet people supported the preservation of the Union. 148,6 million people took part in the referendum (80 percent of those who had the right to vote), 113,5 million (76,4 percent of the total number of voters) supported the preservation of the USSR ... ”


    US HARDLY Tricked
    1. family tree
      family tree April 9 2013 00: 32
      +4
      Yes, they went far ... It’s just necessary to protect the country, as far as possible, At least for those words that he once said:
      “I, a citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, entering the ranks of the Armed Forces, take the oath and solemnly swear to be an honest, brave, disciplined, vigilant Warrior, strictly keep military and state secrets, unquestioningly comply with all military regulations and orders of commanders and commanders.

      I swear in good faith to study military affairs, to cherish military and national property in every way and to the last breath to be devoted to my People, my Soviet Motherland and the Soviet Government. I have the honor.

      I am always ready, by order of the Soviet Government, to defend my Homeland - the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and, as a warrior of the Armed Forces, I swear to defend it courageously, skillfully, with dignity and honor, not sparing my blood and life itself to achieve a complete victory over enemies .

      If I violate this solemn oath of mine, then let me suffer the harsh punishment of Soviet law, the general hatred and contempt of the workers ”
      and others from me, as it is not asked.
  30. PACIFIST
    PACIFIST April 9 2013 00: 08
    +3
    Unfortunately, there is no such a large national country, there are no pioneer camps with their bonfires, but there were a lot of good things.
  31. zambo
    zambo April 9 2013 08: 01
    +3
    And they noticed. that there were three villains who "minus" the article? They did not participate in the comments. Only rats behave this way ...
    1. Gari
      Gari April 9 2013 14: 04
      +2
      Quote: zamboy
      Only rats behave this way ...

      Rats and eat rats
  32. Kazbek
    Kazbek April 9 2013 08: 07
    +6
    My address is not a house or street. My address is Soviet Union.
  33. Uncle lee
    Uncle lee April 9 2013 10: 30
    +9
    I think that because we lived so together, the world behind the scenes and collapsed the USSR, putting $ at the forefront, instead of our disinterested friendship
  34. Dr.M.
    Dr.M. April 9 2013 22: 02
    +1
    At the risk of bringing minus ... but the author did not say a word about the USSR. Not about that article. Not about the USSR. Just about a small homeland. What all unanimously clueless. Here to ask if the author wants Kazakhstan to become part of Russia - 70 percent of the probability in my opinion that he does not want to. These things are generally loosely connected, Empires and a street from childhood.
    1. family tree
      family tree April 10 2013 21: 54
      +1
      You know, then in the USSR, as it was not shared, both the Motherland and the USSR were synonyms
  35. LeXXSkAt
    LeXXSkAt April 10 2013 22: 34
    0
    Here's something I remembered ... I like this song, although the lyrics and music were written by the opponents of the system, but no matter how cool it turned out very worthy.



    That’s how it’s like that, comrades wink