Воспоминания о дальней авиации, перевод на английский язык

Описание:

Georgy Petrovic Gladkov

Memories of the long-range Aviation
(Poetic prose life 1950-1953)



226 GW. Bomber, Stalingrad-Katowice,
Order of Suvorov 1 St. regiment of the Red Banner
.
Military Unit 26340. the city of Poltava.
1. K-R regiment – the Hero of Owls. Union guards. Colonel Petushkov;
2. The Navigator of the regiment – the Hero of Owls. Union guards .Leutenant-Colonel Kot;
3. Engineer regiment of life guards.Leutenant- Colonel Lesniak;
4. The political officer of the regiment of life guards. Leutenant- Colonel Volchenko;

3rd squadron Military Unit 26340 B
1. K-R – the Hero of Owls. Union guards. Major Smirnov;
2. The adjutant – GW. Kaptain Taran;
3. Engineer – guards. Major. Glyzin; Deputy – GW. Kaptain. Zinoviev;

4. Technology C/C-ing:


St. t/l-t Semenov V. D.;
St. t/l-t Kirichenko;
t/l-t Chernyshov;
t/l-t Chesnokov;
ml. t/l-t Kvitchenko (tech photo)


The crew of the GW.major Golovin:
1. K-R – the Hero of Owls. Union life guards. major Golovin, Mikhail Mikhailovich;
2. Right pilot HS. St/l-t Vasilyev;
3. B/engineer – guards. K-n Tupotin Ivan Ivanovich;
4. Navigator – GW. to Mr. Pavlyshyn;
5. B/tech – guards. ml. t/l-t Kim N. Sokolov;
6. B/radio operator – with-Polakovic;
7. B/arrows – GW. Sergeant Kalinenko;
8. Planar a-K – HS. t/l-t Karpman Michael Davidovich;
9. Planar a-K – HS. with-Nikolenko;
10. Technician ESP – t/l-t Gladkov G. P.

Neighbors – the pilots-the fighter (LA-5):
1. The Hero Of Owls. Union guards. to Mr. Pavel Ivanovich;
2. The Hero Of Owls. Union guards. to Mr. Nikolay Ivanovich
3. Lieutenant Artem Torosyan
4. Lieutenant Vladislav Khorobrykh.


I
Poltava – place of my service, –
It was a quiet southern town;
Women was a pledge of friendship)
Their “full o breast!”
In Ukrainian. All are beautiful
In his proud gait;
And (soon then to know I could)
They are weak on the front end;
Big-eyed, seemingly unavailable;
The beautiful arc of their eyebrows;
And all I wanted, " Hurry
Them to get married. Criminal
I was with them not to walk,
The girlfriend to choose...

II
I was a beardless Lieutenant,
When I first arrived in part.
On my head was a cap with piping
And well I knew the materiel;
Five years of war behind us,
But we serve with the elderly,
Who flew the bombing,
And death face to face met...
Of the eighteen Heroes
Who fought in the regiment
And filled with the wine of anguish,
Survived only three...
Our commander was among them
His fellow dashing...

III
We came from Poltava
To Moscow for the parade
And to visit Moscow at law
Was each pilot very happy;
But unfortunately it was a Saturday,
And bureaucrats reluctant
To give so many passes...
Everyone was ready to hump...
But then came a cry militarny,
“We will call Vassja, lads!”
In bed I barely subsided,
Like a snake to me sweaty runs
And red-faced quartermaster –
“Take a pass, Lieutenant!”


IV
Well, in Moscow, I scored,
And a visit to the restaurant,
In Gorky Park I frolicked
And was then partly drunk...
And I dozed off on the bench
In a shady Linden alley
But, patrols awakened,
Given to the brig...
And I thought: “got you!”
But then the Sergeant gave me –
He with a gun on his belt...
With esteem so I kept coming back
(Order of V.Stalin about that)
Again to my base...

V
In those days, over Tushino in the parade
And I participated,
And in the aft cabin, behind
I almost did not vomit...
Our plane was a Tu-Four
I was confident in the commander,
But all are obliged to observe
And continually indicate
Some kind of distance
We are separated from the link,
That followed us; I see the
Pilots work, diligence
Not to RAM us poop
And not to get then to prison...

VI
And after a hard flight
Geek, dreaming of the Moscow
In the shadow of the native plane
Was he asleep in the high grass...
Refuelertank riding,
And noticing nothing
He backed up, and therefore
Squashed his head...
And lamented all the girls –
“Our Gene was beardless wit,
The wittyman and the first humorist;”
He had songs in the sonorous voice...
Him – he is the technician of the ship –
Let rest in peace to mother earth...


VII
When we started to the Parking lot
Day and materiel came
Then past us, wearing a leather jacket,
Vasily Stalin was held;
Cap smartly on his head,
And lips in a joyous grin,
And, surrounded by fliers,
To boot he has a whip;
Lovingly greeted all of us,
He wasn't a premonition then
What soon awaits his trouble,
And slandered by the enemies
His father, his country,
He dies early, without guilt...

VIII
Vasily Stalin, if necessary,
And if the occasion came,
Air it then a parade
In their Moscow was responsible.
And then one day, checking
And a lot of pushing buttons,
He's on KP (was there a connection)
Installed it – happened...
And he built subordinates,
Suddenly caught up in the trouble
(Reliable when there is nowhere else)
And, the team stunned
Struck menacingly, swinging –
“To Siberia, to the left, quick March!”

IX
He had “Falcon” call sign
And our – “Magny forty-two”,
I heard the words of others,
Just landed we barely;
Stalin cuss out someone:
“You have the helm if the aircraft,
Or a member of your own in the hands”?
Caught up in the pilot, he fear,
Who performed inaccurately
Or the bend or loop;
And we – the big ship
“Good,” he said ahead of time.
Our crew was very happy
So ended the parade.


X
Home at night was a hard worker,
And saw the pilot too exhausted, –
The pedal pulled he, poor fellow,
And the bike dropped.
A little digging motor,
And with a new friend saying goodbye,
Craftsman engine is started;
But the pilot in the Kremlin it was held;
Security showed courage,
(They stayed there three days,
And because there is no smoke without fire!)
The father of the pilot reported...
A laborer – he fell asleep –
Paid generously was the absence...

XI
Was the commander of the regiment in Poltava
Hero – Colonel Petushkov
He is a pilot himself involved in glory,
But was always harsh with me;
Once, on a flight trying to catch,
On your bike climbing,
Three more I took,
What was immediately punished...
The fate he revenged:
From the staff more than went the order,
What will Kurochkin we have –
A gray-haired major, employee logistics
(You can see the hand of scoffers!) –
Political Commissar, the regimental commander.

XII
He decided to stay at the start
Once a new politician officer.
And here, the picture you imagine
If the plane is flying.
He said the wheels spin
And asked all for a surprise
His famous question,
The fame it brought him:
"Wheels spinning in vain".
They found there wit one:
"It does not save petrol,
Geek, clumsy, lame,
Forgot to turn off and couldn't
Wheel to time the engine!"


XIII
But the officer persisted
And took it to a pencil.
To get rid of the error, he tried,
The head of our glorious...
And here at the morning meeting
All the slobs in the edification,
It this case read.
How long the whole hall laughed
I describe not.
But the party hand
Saved by the laughter of the old man
And stopped his suffering
From our part, he soon
To serve in Moscow translated.

XIV
In the War to Poltava flew
Americans “shuttles”.
So the planes were called:
When they have no bombs, easy,
We have a gasoline refueling,
Secondary bombs takeing
Flew the Germans to bomb again,
So as a way to slightly reduce...
And female gender, for blacks looking
Was very soon surprised,
And even satisfied ...
Oh, and He also whores
When “filming” their officer,
That Negroes set an example...

XV
Flies on a peaceful mission
To bomb a known polygon
Our plane. And here, in silence
Dozing one shooter. But he
Suddenly thrown out –
The burst blister. A lot worse
The sight he body and turned –
Without a shirt, sweaty was...
Was hot, and he kicks
Was attached to the parachute;
And unconscious he fell down,
Yet revealed the jerks.
He woke up near the earth –
Fate and agility helped...


XVI
Our instructor already with a cap
Regiment of the line bypassed,
He then performed his duty serious
All he asked for assistance
Those that money, in the consolation
And the calm of conscience,
Relatives of the deceased to send
(Was waiting for his old mother).
But then a taxi, all the dust kicking up,
Before the system is famously slow,
And in it live the shooter sits
Some girls hugging.
And drink that for ten days he
While of troops is not excluded...

XVII
In Poltava there were night flights
And up fly the ships.
Ready our planes,
And we started the motors.
Our commander gives the command
The exhaust under the cannonade:
“To remove the pads!” – Out the window
His hand is visible to all of us...
But then one Intern hard
The arrow catches under the screw...
In vain to tear the first aid kit bandages...
The Lord called our merciful
Him to her, where he fell...
Without a head he was laying there...

XVIII
Another time at night to the Parking lot
We brought parachutes.
The driver, when operated early in the morning,
Probably fell asleep, there in the distance...
And past us, engine roaring,
Shining propellers pattern
Nearby taxiing aircraft.
He's a truck... not seen Here,
Screw cutting machine,
Got to the cabin he
And threw the driver out...
The infirmary and the poor guy delivering,
I did not think that in an hour
It will not be among us...


XIX
Here in the Parking lot on the day materiel
Costs under the current aircraft.
There is a gunsmith in our parts –
He prepares the cannon in flight.
And all of a sudden, howling,
And in all directions shooting,
Beginning to rotate the turret,
Was looking for somewhere purpose...
We all came from fear:
The shells tear, splinters ringing.
Salvation in technology – and he
He crawled forward like a turtle,
At the risk of life. Too exhausted
From current gun turned off.

XX
Our engineer, loving order
Equated machines,uneven structure,
(Geometry it is susceptible).
And we, all equipment, crowd,
Manually, the aircraft rolled,
While he can look without sorrow,
Squinting your eyes is wrong,
Did not leave us alone.
And were every day suffering...
Once the technician missed,
Under the wheel leg hit,
Sent to the infirmary for treatment...
Since then, we have and led –
Machine to put at random...

XXI
Again, our squadron commander before the formation
The entire lineup announced
(For us he was a War Hero),
To deal with the Mat he decided:
“If I hear in the Parking lot
At least you're sober, or drunk
Loud and Mat used –
The guardhouse will sit,
Their loved ones you don't recognize –
This will get you n...s!”
Since then, and there was no need,
Reader, you know
From the Mat to restrain the tongue,
Squadron commander... he got used To it.


XXII
Our engineer in great excitement
Times for the Park was held,
The mechanics of replenishment
The names he suddenly asked;
(There were Kamenev and Rykov)
Then he went nervous, shouting:
“So how did e..mother!
Forgot to send Trotsky!”
Himself by the name of Zinoviev,
And the theme of the party, he knew
And every year studied,
His angrily drawing his eyebrow.
And the result was as follows: –
There is the passage of the wags...

XXIII
To us two heroes flew,
“La five” was in Vogue then.
They with the machine he wanted
Worked in the air always.
So, when landing,
In contradiction to the order
One, a desperate scoundrel
I watched his car in the tail.
The canopy opening,
Planted in it is Holy simplicity
So your plane near the “T”...
So the flyers all surprising,
He showed his chic,
Even though the growth was small and...

XXIV
Another at launch, to separation,
So once the chassis was cleaned,
And the plane he playfully
So then the speed gained.
In this way flying up,
With the band dust cleaning,
He stocks a large “loc”,
Shot up at the end of a steep candle...
For their “art” bosses
Always put on the “lip”
Also where I was tortured fate.
They are there, not without insolence,
Didn't stop the famously live –
Often liked to drink vodka.


XXV
And we had American –
“B-twenty-fifth” – the plane,
That was my civic duty –
Once a month to take him flying
Hero, my idol,
And squadron commander.
And he me with him took
And in the “zone” steer gave...
On it, in the regiment told me.
(It is for this I love)
He was doing loop the loop,
Although the instructions read,
And knew all his friends,
What to do this vobidden...

XXVI
Our plane flies to Poltava,
He adopted us. We were lucky
What we plant, on the right
For alcohol from shops dragged.
There suitcases with the tool,
A Navigator, using the moment
And in the bomb bays, you old bastard,
He loaded and your “Moskvich”,
Which he bought in Kazan
(Then it was in deficit).
Now in flight, he is not asleep.
And triumphs with us
And alcohol-drenched eyes
Now we scary thunderstorm...

XXVII
So at night we had fun.
Our Navigator, is emboldened,
When in the afternoon we found ourselves,
Did not change its course. Failing
Coy-how to tune in on actuator,
And a grin crooked,
He told us: “Now hold on,
You will begin another life!”
Our plane was caught in a “bumpy”
And the whole fuselage began to creak.
And no urine I must endure...
And we paid for the booze:
Began to repair our plane
Rivet rivets the whole year.


XXVIII
Still staying in Kazan,
We visited a factory there,
And, the plane your taking,
There did a test flight...
The pilot of the other crew,
In the heat of uncertain courage,
His plane, when taking off,
Too early “undermined”
“Sort” known in the world,
On takeoff it is on the strip, –
(But survived it all)
Tu-four...
And the crew three days of walking –
Their salvation was washing...

XXIX
One techie our fright
Dancing quickly went,
And there's random Girlfriend
To himself, he ask for a visit;
But everyone found out
And then “bitter” cried out;
Decided wedding here to play;
And steel in the air to shoot,
Fireworks celebration noting;
Began songs in chorus sing;
And, (this must also be able to!)
Did without noticing
What lies on the floor, silenced,
With his leg shot, the groom...

XXX
Even in the regiment was the pilot strange
He had a rare talent –
After the war as an uninvited guest,
He was only a Lieutenant...
That was the reason the interesting –
In the war, at the rally, known
From the headquarters of an important political leader,
A vote of all hands,
Called flying bombs to take more.
And our pilot took the most,
Foolishly hoping for success
Could not take off. And somewhere in Poland
Then fell into a big ravine
And given was on trial as an enemy...


XXXI
Then, again, in the regiment of flying,
Bombed it at night Konigsberg
The flight sheet and filling,
The bosses in amazement plunged.
He reported that the defense
Bombs and burned to the ground
Was destroyed the plant
Where gunpowder is to war.
But the photo was taken pictures
Already manifested. And here –
Match he did that same plant.
And here again fate grimaces, –
It decided to punish,
One star overhead to remove...

XXXII
I was with him on duty had:
I was ponder eat on the shelf,
And he's on duty. It so happened, –
He poured vodka anguish.
To his wife sent me
And with no instructions left,
How is she to get money in debt,
(In such cases he is an old wolf),
And then he disappeared somewhere...
And in the morning I built a regiment
And the commander could not grasp
What happened to him. And the soldiers
Found it by going in the weeds –
He slept with a smile, in a Board drunk...

XXXIII
Colonel, I remember, Kabashny –
He was commandant of Poltava,
The Bourbon face, a terrible drunkard,
(This was hidden it talent),
And I was sitting in the commandant's office
There on the “lip” at the drunken fool.
And suddenly I heard the call,
And that's what I was able to hear:
Called the Director of the restaurant, –
“The military your glass broke”...
When the patrol arrived there,
See – there Kabashny, drunk.
“Everything is in order,” says, –
“I'll settle the whole conflict.”


XXXIV
Our flight was from Kazan
Aims in the long flight
But the crew all knew in advance,
In flight it was not miracles.
Our commander – Hero of the Union
And master bomb load
To stay alive in the War
And the Navigator was fit for him.
But on landing in Omsk-city
(We then teased the fate)
We almost crashed into the pipe,
And the commander, duty's sake,
We pulled into the restaurant,
For that life we saved in the fog...

XXXV
In flight to do that it is necessary –
“Parasha” pilots wear,
Well, for me it is a reward
Gave plenty of “steer”...
I was in the compartment,
Taking care about the person
Alcohol, from the tank to get
And in moderation – people pour.
And the commander, sipping a little,
Breathed from the oxygen hose
(Wondered what our people).
He observed strictly the custom,
After drinking and not eating,
As figure fat...

XXXVI
Buzzing in the night melodious motor,
As for the steering wheel I sit;
Our right pilot sleep probably
For him I watch with one eye open.
I am not a pilot,
But only insolent youngster,
Who is the commander climbed into the soul,
And flight began its educational program.
And for my behind
Sitting four players, –
They are slightly tipsy,
The alcohol issued by me.
So between us was al –
And all play preference...


XXXVII
But there was alcohol to get not just:
Under the floor was tank.
Quite small in stature,
Am I the only one, kind of an oddball, –
Could close the hatch in the head to push
In an outdoor tank and a hose to blow,
And in the dark the hose to suck
A bottle of rubbing alcohol to fill it.
And in order to avoid slipping,
I was kept techies.
And how much mate or kry –
It was still the achievement:
In-flight W...th up to hang around,
And the alcohol in the bottle to pour.

XXXVIII
And here, bottle filling,
I to the fuselage forehead pressed,
And the alcohol is a little shedding,
There is a forelock to the frost stuck.
And overboard temperature
So minus forty. But I, foolishly,
Then could not understand –
What can the hair hold.
And I'm a little surprised
(Could not lift head I)
Fell into the trap. And alas –
I am so suffer was doomed,
While could not (e..the mother!)
The ice from the hair to tear.

XXXIX
Was on the plane provided
Quite a long tube,
And I, the stool is concerned,
On all fours it moved again.
Now I'm crawling there with a bottle
(I am devoted to her ardent soul),
But ahead of me there waiting,
To alcohol to brighten up your comfort.
Was stool tool
It was convenient to us
To play cards at night,
And even, using the moment,
And lay the table, eat,
That was fun to live.


XL
And here in my hands machine –
I can feel the engine shudder.
Devices miscellaneous hodgepodge –
Hardly disassemble them at night.
The main devices I know
(And the speed of eye see) –
Course, roll and height;
Circle night – beauty,
And the starry sky above us,
In the instrument shines and the moon
It is very round she,
When not obscured by clouds...
Below us the country is moving,
In deep sleep immersed.

XLI
But still there were exceptions
When a flight routinely went;
But to dispel all doubts,
Our commander pretext was found –
He asked innocently Navigator,
And even if unreasonable:
“Where are we now, tell me?”
And Navigator, by his window,
Told us all: “See for yourself
Here is a map of you, and here is the calculation:
And here now, and our plane;
Then to Ulan Bator in front of us.”
Then the commander cried out, “Donkey,
We're in Mongolia started!”

XLII
Game inspired is not a joke,
So safe was the flight
And paying tribute to the mind
Included our chief autopilot.
But to correct the mistake you have –
And we heard a shame
(Fall, brothers, we are in the shit)
In the command: “Off ANO!”...
For trespassing,
And the time was as follows –
The entire crew, one
It could freedom to pay.
In the calculation we have not considered
The sphericity of the earth...


XLIII
We landed in Ukuree
In our previous flight,
And, take the safehouses soon
In the hills we went Hiking.
At the river, where crayfish were found.
Overcoming all the gullies,
We suddenly saw quarry
And shackled people. Was grey
The color of their faces, very emaciated.
But the guard saw us
And immediately shot into the air gave...
And us, a lot of the surprised,
Drill only one thought, –
“Surely our country then?”

XLIV
And in Ukuree we are stuck –
There was a crude strip,
By doing nothing, walking,
And you've done wonders.
And in the military garrison club
The barrel is racked one handred pounds of weight
Half , - brothers, it
Was filled with pure alcohol.
And drank all who are not lazy, –
Pilots, wives, the elderly,
The watchman and even without hands.
Only one, who was not drunk,
Showing an example of sobriety –
In part on duty, officer...

XLV
In the middle cabin of the Tu-four
In-flight sleep technicians,
By doing nothing, in the air,
Once music found.
And then I participated
(I was a musician in part)
With me in the cockpit and he was –
My dear accordion...
And began to play I;
And our commander loved to sing –
Laringophone put I over instrument
Then fur I, for ecstasy,
So that everyone could at SPU.
Listen to my music...


XLVI
When the place landed,
And was finished the flight,
All the crew we set off
Look for dishes. That carries...
A can square flighttechnician*,
For alcohol, he found, the magician,
That gift is the one missing
And our souls are warmed.
And waiting for the plane,
Li-2, to the station to fly,
And it is necessary to know –
Our engineer was hunting
All people read a lecture
And in order to sit down on the alcohol!

XLVII
To reverse the way our chief
Cars silently bypassed.
Our crew with alcohol kettle
Always on the table kept.
When he saw the alcohol, he was surprised
That he so long preserved,
And asked us one question:
“Who the alcohol from part N carried?”
Here I am drunk emboldened
And proudly blurted out to him,
That parachute bag
Cans with alcohol fit,
And he sat
When to us it speech held.

XLVIII
My friend was then Karpman Mike
Our skinny planar techniques.
It is appointed to over –
Jew, but with Russian soul.
Flight Engineer Ivan Tupotin
Materiel always concerned.
Flight technician – red falcons
(He's always ready to drink).
The radio operator was – greedy Polakovich;
And, Kalinenko – was the shooter;
Techie Nikolenko – silence;
Vasiliev – pilot. Swearing
And sleep the flight he loved,
Then our “chief” to Wake him up...


XLIX
Steel coupling",
Crawling from the East, our line-up,
And the crews resting,
Alcohol improves your temper.
And the players for the preference,
Mind a little sober balance,
So while away your leisure time,
And with them was their new friend;
He was the pilot, was a civilian
And it turned out later, he
The heat of a white subject...
But after the battle preferans
(It's hard for me to write now)
He died exactly one hour...

L
And then I dozed on the shelf,
As the conductor approached.
She was in a beautiful bangs,
I called out for help...
Its Coupet to open it is necessary –
There our pilot, to her annoyance,
He holds the door with his hand,
And she can't fix this one...
On the door handle pressing
His sickly muscles,
I felt – there's another,
Who in effect I'm not giving in,
And, showing their zeal,
He won't let me open the door.

LI
But the door is open. In amazement
I see no one there.
The window is broken. On the seat
Was trail Shoe one.
And on the table – the other track is visible,
His act is obvious:
From alcohol it was crazy.
Then I was threatened with prison...
But the conductor confirmed
Checked was and my story:
At the time of the event, as time
The train was oncoming, multi-ton,
Who passed by,
Of the sufferer and he crushed


LII
With a hangover once,
In the vestibule I went out to smoke,
Walked two guys. They twice
My tried to press,
Hands feeling my pockets.
And I, eyes closed, like a drunk,
A hand groped for the gun.
Seeing the barrel of that
Rushed to the door. In the darkness of a bottomless
Fearlessly jumping onto the course.
And I, for my sins,
And drowning out the noise of the wagon,
Sent his last hi –
And fired two shots after them...

LIII
But the conductor heard,
When I shot that night:
She was there the stove was fired,
And I did not saw her.
She was behind the door was hidden,
And very angry at me –
Because I have it, so arrogant
That night frightened...
I immediately took Coupet,
Hand-tied me with a belt,
Beat me then,
And my pistol selected.
The punishment I deserve –
Seven days of arrest later received...

LIV
Times told us the alarm:
Had every officer
Your suitcase in the road
To take with him. And, as an example,
Our watch list of your suitcase
Under the Bush set. And the deceiver,
Then Mike Karpman, my friend was,
His suitcase by women have forgotten.
Out of a Bush foreign appropriated
And with him innocently and stood in line.
Question squadron commander and asked her:
“What are you, Karpman, cooked? –
I see a chick's panties?!
So that's me! without the sausage?..”


LV
We are in Evpatoria sent
For carrying out shooting.
There we began to prepare
For future revelry.
There are beaches, maids, restaurants...
And there of love I first wound
Tried to heal with alcohol.
On the RAID we managed to swim
Far out to sea with the other faithful.
A little more would, a little,
Could we drown there,
Drinking your alcohol is yogurt bad...
I'm on the late flight,
And then there was a big scandal.

LVI
My plane was landing,
But when you hit the strip,
In the cockpit of smoke arose. Guess
Now in the past I would make....
Removed from the aircraft,
I went silently, dejected,
And my boss, he was a Jew,
Checked all. Then hurry
He signed one paper,
Again serviceable aircraft
And tomorrow he is ready to flight.
But then I showed courage:
The defect is unclear, all are found,
And the Jew* I failed....

LVII
And then it created the position –
Under the court could give him
For serious cases the distortion.
And best of all he found,
As the witness to fight back –
On the “Douglas” for me to land
Had in Poltava. And the impudent
Under the court of honor gave me.
He is the Chairman of there unchallenged.
And the court decided it in an hour
“To dismiss the good in stock”....
And now, after finishing the military way,
Still green, young,
I joined in the circle of life another...


LVIII
And the commander one as a reward
From the girls got the clap,
And the bitch tore the annoyance –
He brutally avenged.
Already in Poltava flying,
And the Crimea, leaving a treacherous,
Above the beach of “shaving” was,
And rags all in the sea he dared.
And for a misdemeanor, the punishment
He has twenty days received;
After all, even in the air he was
When the essential message
Could hear then the whole regiment –
In the bitch the bosses knew...

LIX
The time has come, and planes
The Chinese began to sell,
And for this secret work
We decided to send.
And the headquarters of everything –
We soon dressed in civilian clothes.
Our Golovin became Lo-VIN-GO;
Toputin was called TIN-TU-PO.
And SHI-PAV-LI – our Navigator brave,
Pavlishin was; (Not remember all),
But we have had success...
Stayed home – Pilot right
And I, jealous of others,
My young colleagues.

LX
On the day of Stalin's death the doctrine
At night and spent our regiment.
Two of the crew on torment
Fate assigned. Stopped
Then broadcast the call disturbing,
And waited for the outcome of all possible
Illness Of Stalin. On the rise
The team here “RP” gives,
And walked away in great agitation –
To listen to the TASS.
And Deputy RP at the moment, just,
Gave for taxiing the resolution,
There, where there was already on the rise
On the same track aircraft...


LXI
And here, Pyatkov, is already flying up,
Noticed the front lights.
Zamaterel, knowing –
They're dead already...
Faced both aircraft
In the middle of the takeoff;
And explosion, and roar, and fire,
And of human bodies burning, the smell...
And exactly twenty two of them were,
When misfortune overtook them.
All were young then,
When screws their chops.
Only one managed to escape,
So there, in the madhouse to die...

LXII
That night a farewell bonfire
In the middle of the strip.
The ritual was funeral
For crews. Their watches
Forever then stopped
But their heart was not beating
When they saw the fire.
And ran and the young and the old;
And were in a panic all wives –
On the field were their husbands.
And all lived, then I know,
In the houses near here, in the garrison...
Tight security was –
From the entrance they drove...

LXIII
And the sky pilots watched
Closed for runway approach,
Where their comrades were burning.
And planes dance
Circling over the crash site...
Take it, reader, these verses,
Because in that regiment and I served
But just before it was dismissed...
And to perform the landing,
Was sent to Mirgorod regiment
And, flying, the roar stopped...
And that's far too, in order
Saluted his friends,
All the crews got there...


LXIV
The regiment was the co-driver Kolja Matchin,
At the start of the night really brought,
He was then assigned to flight, –
But he was drunk and replaced...
When disaster struck,
For the brave pilots of Calvary,
Then the bodies were not distinguish –
It was difficult to identify...
Putting on the cover cap,
They were put in the coffins,
And attached to the nails
Even with the name of the paper...
Kolja was very surprised
Knowing that the coffin is put in it...

LXV
And much later, alone in Poltava,
The cemetery I visited them.
They are forgotten in his glory,
The busts are visible only among the graves.
I have most of them are familiar
(From garrison, all at home):
Pyatkov, my former commander,
Granite face looking out into the world
And Stekhin here on the pedestal
Others lie side by side
(Nedilko Richard). And silent.
Bobrovs name here on the ribbon,
Don't know where the shooter while
(In the movie he starred - “Son of the regiment”).

LXVI
All in the civilian world remember
Their funny business.
And I learned that maintain
Their traditions YES.
Hero Of The Soviet Union,
He revered all the sacred ties of friendship
And “The TU-four” the commander,
Loved as brothers flight world.
In flight, he in his birthday,
All alcohol generously gave.
One radio operator, he not drink alcohol,
Thereby caused the insult.
He put a parachute –
He jumped down, shod in boots...


LXVII
But he landed successfully
And soon part their came.
And the rest of the end, waited grim –
Very brutal tyranny...
In stock Hero spent
(Halflpension deprived).
Others, according to the degree of guilt,
In remote corners of the country
Serve sent away as punishment.
But through the years, I believe,
And you know, my friends,
In the legend the legend will grow,
As feelings were high,
And flew as “old”...

LXVIII
The special school had finished I guys
And I really wanted to fly;
My eyesight once
The doctors were able to reject.
Across the sky shedding tears,
But still dreaming to fly,
Then I went into technology,
But there I happiness is not found.
When the young pilots
In Poltava started to arrive,
And in my eyes to fly
(All former classmates),
Then I started a grief to drink,
And to kick up a row and the buzz...

LXIX
The bosses for a long time all suffered
(After all, good materiel, I know)
But then they got tired
On citizen I got.
Then he worked as a steeplejack,
Then the fitter. And again
Then the Adjuster I was,
Since your not forgotten.
And quietly, year after year,
My whole life has already passed.
Me other things to attend to –
And with the flight I again people,
And though retired long ago, –
I fly with them at the same time...
***

1990-2001 Gladkov G. P.
Notes



Tank capacity with alcohol for de-icing of the propeller was for the Tu-4 in 90 liters with a flow rate of 1 l per minute. A Jewish engineer regiment at ESO (electroproportional) the President of the court of honor ml. of officers, Secretary of the CPSU(b) and something else, can't remember, engineer-captain Belitskii, I'm not in the offense, as a reluctance to serve as a technician I expressed in a personal conversation on the carpet YES commander Gen.Colonel Zhigareva, and confirmed this in a report to his name.







































Georgy Petrovic Gladkov

Memories of the long-range Aviation
(Poetic prose life 1950-1953)



226 GW. Bomber, Stalingrad-Katowice,
Order of Suvorov 1 St. regiment of the Red Banner
.
Military Unit 26340. the city of Poltava.
1. K-R regiment – the Hero of Owls. Union guards. Colonel Petushkov;
2. The Navigator of the regiment – the Hero of Owls. Union guards .Leutenant-Colonel Kot;
3. Engineer regiment of life guards.Leutenant- Colonel Lesniak;
4. The political officer of the regiment of life guards. Leutenant- Colonel Volchenko;

3rd squadron Military Unit 26340 B
1. K-R – the Hero of Owls. Union guards. Major Smirnov;
2. The adjutant – GW. Kaptain Taran;
3. Engineer – guards. Major. Glyzin; Deputy – GW. Kaptain. Zinoviev;

4. Technology C/C-ing:


St. t/l-t Semenov V. D.;
St. t/l-t Kirichenko;
t/l-t Chernyshov;
t/l-t Chesnokov;
ml. t/l-t Kvitchenko (tech photo)


The crew of the GW.major Golovin:
1. K-R – the Hero of Owls. Union life guards. major Golovin, Mikhail Mikhailovich;
2. Right pilot HS. St/l-t Vasilyev;
3. B/engineer – guards. K-n Tupotin Ivan Ivanovich;
4. Navigator – GW. to Mr. Pavlyshyn;
5. B/tech – guards. ml. t/l-t Kim N. Sokolov;
6. B/radio operator – with-Polakovic;
7. B/arrows – GW. Sergeant Kalinenko;
8. Planar a-K – HS. t/l-t Karpman Michael Davidovich;
9. Planar a-K – HS. with-Nikolenko;
10. Technician ESP – t/l-t Gladkov G. P.

Neighbors – the pilots-the fighter (LA-5):
1. The Hero Of Owls. Union guards. to Mr. Pavel Ivanovich;
2. The Hero Of Owls. Union guards. to Mr. Nikolay Ivanovich
3. Lieutenant Artem Torosyan
4. Lieutenant Vladislav Khorobrykh.


I
Poltava – place of my service, –
It was a quiet southern town;
Women was a pledge of friendship)
Their “full o breast!”
In Ukrainian. All are beautiful
In his proud gait;
And (soon then to know I could)
They are weak on the front end;
Big-eyed, seemingly unavailable;
The beautiful arc of their eyebrows;
And all I wanted, " Hurry
Them to get married. Criminal
I was with them not to walk,
The girlfriend to choose...

II
I was a beardless Lieutenant,
When I first arrived in part.
On my head was a cap with piping
And well I knew the materiel;
Five years of war behind us,
But we serve with the elderly,
Who flew the bombing,
And death face to face met...
Of the eighteen Heroes
Who fought in the regiment
And filled with the wine of anguish,
Survived only three...
Our commander was among them
His fellow dashing...

III
We came from Poltava
To Moscow for the parade
And to visit Moscow at law
Was each pilot very happy;
But unfortunately it was a Saturday,
And bureaucrats reluctant
To give so many passes...
Everyone was ready to hump...
But then came a cry militarny,
“We will call Vassja, lads!”
In bed I barely subsided,
Like a snake to me sweaty runs
And red-faced quartermaster –
“Take a pass, Lieutenant!”


IV
Well, in Moscow, I scored,
And a visit to the restaurant,
In Gorky Park I frolicked
And was then partly drunk...
And I dozed off on the bench
In a shady Linden alley
But, patrols awakened,
Given to the brig...
And I thought: “got you!”
But then the Sergeant gave me –
He with a gun on his belt...
With esteem so I kept coming back
(Order of V.Stalin about that)
Again to my base...

V
In those days, over Tushino in the parade
And I participated,
And in the aft cabin, behind
I almost did not vomit...
Our plane was a Tu-Four
I was confident in the commander,
But all are obliged to observe
And continually indicate
Some kind of distance
We are separated from the link,
That followed us; I see the
Pilots work, diligence
Not to RAM us poop
And not to get then to prison...

VI
And after a hard flight
Geek, dreaming of the Moscow
In the shadow of the native plane
Was he asleep in the high grass...
Refuelertank riding,
And noticing nothing
He backed up, and therefore
Squashed his head...
And lamented all the girls –
“Our Gene was beardless wit,
The wittyman and the first humorist;”
He had songs in the sonorous voice...
Him – he is the technician of the ship –
Let rest in peace to mother earth...


VII
When we started to the Parking lot
Day and materiel came
Then past us, wearing a leather jacket,
Vasily Stalin was held;
Cap smartly on his head,
And lips in a joyous grin,
And, surrounded by fliers,
To boot he has a whip;
Lovingly greeted all of us,
He wasn't a premonition then
What soon awaits his trouble,
And slandered by the enemies
His father, his country,
He dies early, without guilt...

VIII
Vasily Stalin, if necessary,
And if the occasion came,
Air it then a parade
In their Moscow was responsible.
And then one day, checking
And a lot of pushing buttons,
He's on KP (was there a connection)
Installed it – happened...
And he built subordinates,
Suddenly caught up in the trouble
(Reliable when there is nowhere else)
And, the team stunned
Struck menacingly, swinging –
“To Siberia, to the left, quick March!”

IX
He had “Falcon” call sign
And our – “Magny forty-two”,
I heard the words of others,
Just landed we barely;
Stalin cuss out someone:
“You have the helm if the aircraft,
Or a member of your own in the hands”?
Caught up in the pilot, he fear,
Who performed inaccurately
Or the bend or loop;
And we – the big ship
“Good,” he said ahead of time.
Our crew was very happy
So ended the parade.


X
Home at night was a hard worker,
And saw the pilot too exhausted, –
The pedal pulled he, poor fellow,
And the bike dropped.
A little digging motor,
And with a new friend saying goodbye,
Craftsman engine is started;
But the pilot in the Kremlin it was held;
Security showed courage,
(They stayed there three days,
And because there is no smoke without fire!)
The father of the pilot reported...
A laborer – he fell asleep –
Paid generously was the absence...

XI
Was the commander of the regiment in Poltava
Hero – Colonel Petushkov
He is a pilot himself involved in glory,
But was always harsh with me;
Once, on a flight trying to catch,
On your bike climbing,
Three more I took,
What was immediately punished...
The fate he revenged:
From the staff more than went the order,
What will Kurochkin we have –
A gray-haired major, employee logistics
(You can see the hand of scoffers!) –
Political Commissar, the regimental commander.

XII
He decided to stay at the start
Once a new politician officer.
And here, the picture you imagine
If the plane is flying.
He said the wheels spin
And asked all for a surprise
His famous question,
The fame it brought him:
"Wheels spinning in vain".
They found there wit one:
"It does not save petrol,
Geek, clumsy, lame,
Forgot to turn off and couldn't
Wheel to time the engine!"


XIII
But the officer persisted
And took it to a pencil.
To get rid of the error, he tried,
The head of our glorious...
And here at the morning meeting
All the slobs in the edification,
It this case read.
How long the whole hall laughed
I describe not.
But the party hand
Saved by the laughter of the old man
And stopped his suffering
From our part, he soon
To serve in Moscow translated.

XIV
In the War to Poltava flew
Americans “shuttles”.
So the planes were called:
When they have no bombs, easy,
We have a gasoline refueling,
Secondary bombs takeing
Flew the Germans to bomb again,
So as a way to slightly reduce...
And female gender, for blacks looking
Was very soon surprised,
And even satisfied ...
Oh, and He also whores
When “filming” their officer,
That Negroes set an example...

XV
Flies on a peaceful mission
To bomb a known polygon
Our plane. And here, in silence
Dozing one shooter. But he
Suddenly thrown out –
The burst blister. A lot worse
The sight he body and turned –
Without a shirt, sweaty was...
Was hot, and he kicks
Was attached to the parachute;
And unconscious he fell down,
Yet revealed the jerks.
He woke up near the earth –
Fate and agility helped...


XVI
Our instructor already with a cap
Regiment of the line bypassed,
He then performed his duty serious
All he asked for assistance
Those that money, in the consolation
And the calm of conscience,
Relatives of the deceased to send
(Was waiting for his old mother).
But then a taxi, all the dust kicking up,
Before the system is famously slow,
And in it live the shooter sits
Some girls hugging.
And drink that for ten days he
While of troops is not excluded...

XVII
In Poltava there were night flights
And up fly the ships.
Ready our planes,
And we started the motors.
Our commander gives the command
The exhaust under the cannonade:
“To remove the pads!” – Out the window
His hand is visible to all of us...
But then one Intern hard
The arrow catches under the screw...
In vain to tear the first aid kit bandages...
The Lord called our merciful
Him to her, where he fell...
Without a head he was laying there...

XVIII
Another time at night to the Parking lot
We brought parachutes.
The driver, when operated early in the morning,
Probably fell asleep, there in the distance...
And past us, engine roaring,
Shining propellers pattern
Nearby taxiing aircraft.
He's a truck... not seen Here,
Screw cutting machine,
Got to the cabin he
And threw the driver out...
The infirmary and the poor guy delivering,
I did not think that in an hour
It will not be among us...


XIX
Here in the Parking lot on the day materiel
Costs under the current aircraft.
There is a gunsmith in our parts –
He prepares the cannon in flight.
And all of a sudden, howling,
And in all directions shooting,
Beginning to rotate the turret,
Was looking for somewhere purpose...
We all came from fear:
The shells tear, splinters ringing.
Salvation in technology – and he
He crawled forward like a turtle,
At the risk of life. Too exhausted
From current gun turned off.

XX
Our engineer, loving order
Equated machines,uneven structure,
(Geometry it is susceptible).
And we, all equipment, crowd,
Manually, the aircraft rolled,
While he can look without sorrow,
Squinting your eyes is wrong,
Did not leave us alone.
And were every day suffering...
Once the technician missed,
Under the wheel leg hit,
Sent to the infirmary for treatment...
Since then, we have and led –
Machine to put at random...

XXI
Again, our squadron commander before the formation
The entire lineup announced
(For us he was a War Hero),
To deal with the Mat he decided:
“If I hear in the Parking lot
At least you're sober, or drunk
Loud and Mat used –
The guardhouse will sit,
Their loved ones you don't recognize –
This will get you n...s!”
Since then, and there was no need,
Reader, you know
From the Mat to restrain the tongue,
Squadron commander... he got used To it.


XXII
Our engineer in great excitement
Times for the Park was held,
The mechanics of replenishment
The names he suddenly asked;
(There were Kamenev and Rykov)
Then he went nervous, shouting:
“So how did e..mother!
Forgot to send Trotsky!”
Himself by the name of Zinoviev,
And the theme of the party, he knew
And every year studied,
His angrily drawing his eyebrow.
And the result was as follows: –
There is the passage of the wags...

XXIII
To us two heroes flew,
“La five” was in Vogue then.
They with the machine he wanted
Worked in the air always.
So, when landing,
In contradiction to the order
One, a desperate scoundrel
I watched his car in the tail.
The canopy opening,
Planted in it is Holy simplicity
So your plane near the “T”...
So the flyers all surprising,
He showed his chic,
Even though the growth was small and...

XXIV
Another at launch, to separation,
So once the chassis was cleaned,
And the plane he playfully
So then the speed gained.
In this way flying up,
With the band dust cleaning,
He stocks a large “loc”,
Shot up at the end of a steep candle...
For their “art” bosses
Always put on the “lip”
Also where I was tortured fate.
They are there, not without insolence,
Didn't stop the famously live –
Often liked to drink vodka.


XXV
And we had American –
“B-twenty-fifth” – the plane,
That was my civic duty –
Once a month to take him flying
Hero, my idol,
And squadron commander.
And he me with him took
And in the “zone” steer gave...
On it, in the regiment told me.
(It is for this I love)
He was doing loop the loop,
Although the instructions read,
And knew all his friends,
What to do this vobidden...

XXVI
Our plane flies to Poltava,
He adopted us. We were lucky
What we plant, on the right
For alcohol from shops dragged.
There suitcases with the tool,
A Navigator, using the moment
And in the bomb bays, you old bastard,
He loaded and your “Moskvich”,
Which he bought in Kazan
(Then it was in deficit).
Now in flight, he is not asleep.
And triumphs with us
And alcohol-drenched eyes
Now we scary thunderstorm...

XXVII
So at night we had fun.
Our Navigator, is emboldened,
When in the afternoon we found ourselves,
Did not change its course. Failing
Coy-how to tune in on actuator,
And a grin crooked,
He told us: “Now hold on,
You will begin another life!”
Our plane was caught in a “bumpy”
And the whole fuselage began to creak.
And no urine I must endure...
And we paid for the booze:
Began to repair our plane
Rivet rivets the whole year.


XXVIII
Still staying in Kazan,
We visited a factory there,
And, the plane your taking,
There did a test flight...
The pilot of the other crew,
In the heat of uncertain courage,
His plane, when taking off,
Too early “undermined”
“Sort” known in the world,
On takeoff it is on the strip, –
(But survived it all)
Tu-four...
And the crew three days of walking –
Their salvation was washing...

XXIX
One techie our fright
Dancing quickly went,
And there's random Girlfriend
To himself, he ask for a visit;
But everyone found out
And then “bitter” cried out;
Decided wedding here to play;
And steel in the air to shoot,
Fireworks celebration noting;
Began songs in chorus sing;
And, (this must also be able to!)
Did without noticing
What lies on the floor, silenced,
With his leg shot, the groom...

XXX
Even in the regiment was the pilot strange
He had a rare talent –
After the war as an uninvited guest,
He was only a Lieutenant...
That was the reason the interesting –
In the war, at the rally, known
From the headquarters of an important political leader,
A vote of all hands,
Called flying bombs to take more.
And our pilot took the most,
Foolishly hoping for success
Could not take off. And somewhere in Poland
Then fell into a big ravine
And given was on trial as an enemy...


XXXI
Then, again, in the regiment of flying,
Bombed it at night Konigsberg
The flight sheet and filling,
The bosses in amazement plunged.
He reported that the defense
Bombs and burned to the ground
Was destroyed the plant
Where gunpowder is to war.
But the photo was taken pictures
Already manifested. And here –
Match he did that same plant.
And here again fate grimaces, –
It decided to punish,
One star overhead to remove...

XXXII
I was with him on duty had:
I was ponder eat on the shelf,
And he's on duty. It so happened, –
He poured vodka anguish.
To his wife sent me
And with no instructions left,
How is she to get money in debt,
(In such cases he is an old wolf),
And then he disappeared somewhere...
And in the morning I built a regiment
And the commander could not grasp
What happened to him. And the soldiers
Found it by going in the weeds –
He slept with a smile, in a Board drunk...

XXXIII
Colonel, I remember, Kabashny –
He was commandant of Poltava,
The Bourbon face, a terrible drunkard,
(This was hidden it talent),
And I was sitting in the commandant's office
There on the “lip” at the drunken fool.
And suddenly I heard the call,
And that's what I was able to hear:
Called the Director of the restaurant, –
“The military your glass broke”...
When the patrol arrived there,
See – there Kabashny, drunk.
“Everything is in order,” says, –
“I'll settle the whole conflict.”


XXXIV
Our flight was from Kazan
Aims in the long flight
But the crew all knew in advance,
In flight it was not miracles.
Our commander – Hero of the Union
And master bomb load
To stay alive in the War
And the Navigator was fit for him.
But on landing in Omsk-city
(We then teased the fate)
We almost crashed into the pipe,
And the commander, duty's sake,
We pulled into the restaurant,
For that life we saved in the fog...

XXXV
In flight to do that it is necessary –
“Parasha” pilots wear,
Well, for me it is a reward
Gave plenty of “steer”...
I was in the compartment,
Taking care about the person
Alcohol, from the tank to get
And in moderation – people pour.
And the commander, sipping a little,
Breathed from the oxygen hose
(Wondered what our people).
He observed strictly the custom,
After drinking and not eating,
As figure fat...

XXXVI
Buzzing in the night melodious motor,
As for the steering wheel I sit;
Our right pilot sleep probably
For him I watch with one eye open.
I am not a pilot,
But only insolent youngster,
Who is the commander climbed into the soul,
And flight began its educational program.
And for my behind
Sitting four players, –
They are slightly tipsy,
The alcohol issued by me.
So between us was al –
And all play preference...


XXXVII
But there was alcohol to get not just:
Under the floor was tank.
Quite small in stature,
Am I the only one, kind of an oddball, –
Could close the hatch in the head to push
In an outdoor tank and a hose to blow,
And in the dark the hose to suck
A bottle of rubbing alcohol to fill it.
And in order to avoid slipping,
I was kept techies.
And how much mate or kry –
It was still the achievement:
In-flight W...th up to hang around,
And the alcohol in the bottle to pour.

XXXVIII
And here, bottle filling,
I to the fuselage forehead pressed,
And the alcohol is a little shedding,
There is a forelock to the frost stuck.
And overboard temperature
So minus forty. But I, foolishly,
Then could not understand –
What can the hair hold.
And I'm a little surprised
(Could not lift head I)
Fell into the trap. And alas –
I am so suffer was doomed,
While could not (e..the mother!)
The ice from the hair to tear.

XXXIX
Was on the plane provided
Quite a long tube,
And I, the stool is concerned,
On all fours it moved again.
Now I'm crawling there with a bottle
(I am devoted to her ardent soul),
But ahead of me there waiting,
To alcohol to brighten up your comfort.
Was stool tool
It was convenient to us
To play cards at night,
And even, using the moment,
And lay the table, eat,
That was fun to live.


XL
And here in my hands machine –
I can feel the engine shudder.
Devices miscellaneous hodgepodge –
Hardly disassemble them at night.
The main devices I know
(And the speed of eye see) –
Course, roll and height;
Circle night – beauty,
And the starry sky above us,
In the instrument shines and the moon
It is very round she,
When not obscured by clouds...
Below us the country is moving,
In deep sleep immersed.

XLI
But still there were exceptions
When a flight routinely went;
But to dispel all doubts,
Our commander pretext was found –
He asked innocently Navigator,
And even if unreasonable:
“Where are we now, tell me?”
And Navigator, by his window,
Told us all: “See for yourself
Here is a map of you, and here is the calculation:
And here now, and our plane;
Then to Ulan Bator in front of us.”
Then the commander cried out, “Donkey,
We're in Mongolia started!”

XLII
Game inspired is not a joke,
So safe was the flight
And paying tribute to the mind
Included our chief autopilot.
But to correct the mistake you have –
And we heard a shame
(Fall, brothers, we are in the shit)
In the command: “Off ANO!”...
For trespassing,
And the time was as follows –
The entire crew, one
It could freedom to pay.
In the calculation we have not considered
The sphericity of the earth...


XLIII
We landed in Ukuree
In our previous flight,
And, take the safehouses soon
In the hills we went Hiking.
At the river, where crayfish were found.
Overcoming all the gullies,
We suddenly saw quarry
And shackled people. Was grey
The color of their faces, very emaciated.
But the guard saw us
And immediately shot into the air gave...
And us, a lot of the surprised,
Drill only one thought, –
“Surely our country then?”

XLIV
And in Ukuree we are stuck –
There was a crude strip,
By doing nothing, walking,
And you've done wonders.
And in the military garrison club
The barrel is racked one handred pounds of weight
Half , - brothers, it
Was filled with pure alcohol.
And drank all who are not lazy, –
Pilots, wives, the elderly,
The watchman and even without hands.
Only one, who was not drunk,
Showing an example of sobriety –
In part on duty, officer...

XLV
In the middle cabin of the Tu-four
In-flight sleep technicians,
By doing nothing, in the air,
Once music found.
And then I participated
(I was a musician in part)
With me in the cockpit and he was –
My dear accordion...
And began to play I;
And our commander loved to sing –
Laringophone put I over instrument
Then fur I, for ecstasy,
So that everyone could at SPU.
Listen to my music...


XLVI
When the place landed,
And was finished the flight,
All the crew we set off
Look for dishes. That carries...
A can square flighttechnician*,
For alcohol, he found, the magician,
That gift is the one missing
And our souls are warmed.
And waiting for the plane,
Li-2, to the station to fly,
And it is necessary to know –
Our engineer was hunting
All people read a lecture
And in order to sit down on the alcohol!

XLVII
To reverse the way our chief
Cars silently bypassed.
Our crew with alcohol kettle
Always on the table kept.
When he saw the alcohol, he was surprised
That he so long preserved,
And asked us one question:
“Who the alcohol from part N carried?”
Here I am drunk emboldened
And proudly blurted out to him,
That parachute bag
Cans with alcohol fit,
And he sat
When to us it speech held.

XLVIII
My friend was then Karpman Mike
Our skinny planar techniques.
It is appointed to over –
Jew, but with Russian soul.
Flight Engineer Ivan Tupotin
Materiel always concerned.
Flight technician – red falcons
(He's always ready to drink).
The radio operator was – greedy Polakovich;
And, Kalinenko – was the shooter;
Techie Nikolenko – silence;
Vasiliev – pilot. Swearing
And sleep the flight he loved,
Then our “chief” to Wake him up...


XLIX
Steel coupling",
Crawling from the East, our line-up,
And the crews resting,
Alcohol improves your temper.
And the players for the preference,
Mind a little sober balance,
So while away your leisure time,
And with them was their new friend;
He was the pilot, was a civilian
And it turned out later, he
The heat of a white subject...
But after the battle preferans
(It's hard for me to write now)
He died exactly one hour...

L
And then I dozed on the shelf,
As the conductor approached.
She was in a beautiful bangs,
I called out for help...
Its Coupet to open it is necessary –
There our pilot, to her annoyance,
He holds the door with his hand,
And she can't fix this one...
On the door handle pressing
His sickly muscles,
I felt – there's another,
Who in effect I'm not giving in,
And, showing their zeal,
He won't let me open the door.

LI
But the door is open. In amazement
I see no one there.
The window is broken. On the seat
Was trail Shoe one.
And on the table – the other track is visible,
His act is obvious:
From alcohol it was crazy.
Then I was threatened with prison...
But the conductor confirmed
Checked was and my story:
At the time of the event, as time
The train was oncoming, multi-ton,
Who passed by,
Of the sufferer and he crushed


LII
With a hangover once,
In the vestibule I went out to smoke,
Walked two guys. They twice
My tried to press,
Hands feeling my pockets.
And I, eyes closed, like a drunk,
A hand groped for the gun.
Seeing the barrel of that
Rushed to the door. In the darkness of a bottomless
Fearlessly jumping onto the course.
And I, for my sins,
And drowning out the noise of the wagon,
Sent his last hi –
And fired two shots after them...

LIII
But the conductor heard,
When I shot that night:
She was there the stove was fired,
And I did not saw her.
She was behind the door was hidden,
And very angry at me –
Because I have it, so arrogant
That night frightened...
I immediately took Coupet,
Hand-tied me with a belt,
Beat me then,
And my pistol selected.
The punishment I deserve –
Seven days of arrest later received...

LIV
Times told us the alarm:
Had every officer
Your suitcase in the road
To take with him. And, as an example,
Our watch list of your suitcase
Under the Bush set. And the deceiver,
Then Mike Karpman, my friend was,
His suitcase by women have forgotten.
Out of a Bush foreign appropriated
And with him innocently and stood in line.
Question squadron commander and asked her:
“What are you, Karpman, cooked? –
I see a chick's panties?!
So that's me! without the sausage?..”


LV
We are in Evpatoria sent
For carrying out shooting.
There we began to prepare
For future revelry.
There are beaches, maids, restaurants...
And there of love I first wound
Tried to heal with alcohol.
On the RAID we managed to swim
Far out to sea with the other faithful.
A little more would, a little,
Could we drown there,
Drinking your alcohol is yogurt bad...
I'm on the late flight,
And then there was a big scandal.

LVI
My plane was landing,
But when you hit the strip,
In the cockpit of smoke arose. Guess
Now in the past I would make....
Removed from the aircraft,
I went silently, dejected,
And my boss, he was a Jew,
Checked all. Then hurry
He signed one paper,
Again serviceable aircraft
And tomorrow he is ready to flight.
But then I showed courage:
The defect is unclear, all are found,
And the Jew* I failed....

LVII
And then it created the position –
Under the court could give him
For serious cases the distortion.
And best of all he found,
As the witness to fight back –
On the “Douglas” for me to land
Had in Poltava. And the impudent
Under the court of honor gave me.
He is the Chairman of there unchallenged.
And the court decided it in an hour
“To dismiss the good in stock”....
And now, after finishing the military way,
Still green, young,
I joined in the circle of life another...


LVIII
And the commander one as a reward
From the girls got the clap,
And the bitch tore the annoyance –
He brutally avenged.
Already in Poltava flying,
And the Crimea, leaving a treacherous,
Above the beach of “shaving” was,
And rags all in the sea he dared.
And for a misdemeanor, the punishment
He has twenty days received;
After all, even in the air he was
When the essential message
Could hear then the whole regiment –
In the bitch the bosses knew...

LIX
The time has come, and planes
The Chinese began to sell,
And for this secret work
We decided to send.
And the headquarters of everything –
We soon dressed in civilian clothes.
Our Golovin became Lo-VIN-GO;
Toputin was called TIN-TU-PO.
And SHI-PAV-LI – our Navigator brave,
Pavlishin was; (Not remember all),
But we have had success...
Stayed home – Pilot right
And I, jealous of others,
My young colleagues.

LX
On the day of Stalin's death the doctrine
At night and spent our regiment.
Two of the crew on torment
Fate assigned. Stopped
Then broadcast the call disturbing,
And waited for the outcome of all possible
Illness Of Stalin. On the rise
The team here “RP” gives,
And walked away in great agitation –
To listen to the TASS.
And Deputy RP at the moment, just,
Gave for taxiing the resolution,
There, where there was already on the rise
On the same track aircraft...


LXI
And here, Pyatkov, is already flying up,
Noticed the front lights.
Zamaterel, knowing –
They're dead already...
Faced both aircraft
In the middle of the takeoff;
And explosion, and roar, and fire,
And of human bodies burning, the smell...
And exactly twenty two of them were,
When misfortune overtook them.
All were young then,
When screws their chops.
Only one managed to escape,
So there, in the madhouse to die...

LXII
That night a farewell bonfire
In the middle of the strip.
The ritual was funeral
For crews. Their watches
Forever then stopped
But their heart was not beating
When they saw the fire.
And ran and the young and the old;
And were in a panic all wives –
On the field were their husbands.
And all lived, then I know,
In the houses near here, in the garrison...
Tight security was –
From the entrance they drove...

LXIII
And the sky pilots watched
Closed for runway approach,
Where their comrades were burning.
And planes dance
Circling over the crash site...
Take it, reader, these verses,
Because in that regiment and I served
But just before it was dismissed...
And to perform the landing,
Was sent to Mirgorod regiment
And, flying, the roar stopped...
And that's far too, in order
Saluted his friends,
All the crews got there...


LXIV
The regiment was the co-driver Kolja Matchin,
At the start of the night really brought,
He was then assigned to flight, –
But he was drunk and replaced...
When disaster struck,
For the brave pilots of Calvary,
Then the bodies were not distinguish –
It was difficult to identify...
Putting on the cover cap,
They were put in the coffins,
And attached to the nails
Even with the name of the paper...
Kolja was very surprised
Knowing that the coffin is put in it...

LXV
And much later, alone in Poltava,
The cemetery I visited them.
They are forgotten in his glory,
The busts are visible only among the graves.
I have most of them are familiar
(From garrison, all at home):
Pyatkov, my former commander,
Granite face looking out into the world
And Stekhin here on the pedestal
Others lie side by side
(Nedilko Richard). And silent.
Bobrovs name here on the ribbon,
Don't know where the shooter while
(In the movie he starred - “Son of the regiment”).

LXVI
All in the civilian world remember
Their funny business.
And I learned that maintain
Their traditions YES.
Hero Of The Soviet Union,
He revered all the sacred ties of friendship
And “The TU-four” the commander,
Loved as brothers flight world.
In flight, he in his birthday,
All alcohol generously gave.
One radio operator, he not drink alcohol,
Thereby caused the insult.
He put a parachute –
He jumped down, shod in boots...


LXVII
But he landed successfully
And soon part their came.
And the rest of the end, waited grim –
Very brutal tyranny...
In stock Hero spent
(Halflpension deprived).
Others, according to the degree of guilt,
In remote corners of the country
Serve sent away as punishment.
But through the years, I believe,
And you know, my friends,
In the legend the legend will grow,
As feelings were high,
And flew as “old”...

LXVIII
The special school had finished I guys
And I really wanted to fly;
My eyesight once
The doctors were able to reject.
Across the sky shedding tears,
But still dreaming to fly,
Then I went into technology,
But there I happiness is not found.
When the young pilots
In Poltava started to arrive,
And in my eyes to fly
(All former cla