Russia. The tragedy in Beslan.

"Since you first call, 11"", – brought chalk on a blackboard Vera Gurieva, helping my mother, a history teacher at school №1 cities of Beslan, ready for the Day of knowledge. Mom said, "Why are you so? It is somehow scary sounds". "Yes, but for them it's the last September 1," was the answer. The inscription left. It proved to be prophetic. 1 September was the last for 355 people. Now Beslan - the only place in the country where the day of knowledge is celebrated on the fifth day, because the first here - a day of mourning.

"When I go to the gym, there is a feeling that I go on them. You see, right at him," whispers Hope, mother of Faith in Gurieva. 10 years have passed, but the wounds still bleed. "Vera died here. And that's where the pedestal is, I son left, Boris. Daughter Ira was saved. She then scolded me that I did not listen to her in the morning; not to talk especially was the teacher that day. And she had a dream in the night from 31 to 1, we have the whole family come to visit my grandfather. Go in the house - and there the coffin costs. Our grandfather had died, and also the first of September. And here we go, he calls her Vera, and Boris: "I'm so cold, warm me."
Daughter was very scared of sleep. I busy was, was arguing with his class. Many seniors were late. Was not gifts. The one who had to give the first call, too late. And that's when we finally began to build on the line, they entered".

That is the terrorists, many could not believe. Thought it was a prank show. Zarina Chicherova remembers that really didn't want to go to the celebration that day. "My mom talked. My sister went from elementary school to high, and needed to show her a new body. Worried that she'll get lost. And, when I went with my sister out of the house, stopped and waved at mom's hand. She then felt like I was forgiven. Heart skipped a beat. She even said, "Well, what do you. It's good". When she heard the shot, I realized that the trouble with us. But I learned then, and then, sitting on the floor in the gym, I thought I was going to tell her when I get home. As to my parents to justify what's taking us so long? Where have we been? To say that we were taken hostage? But we will not believe. Who can believe this? What we have terrorists in Beslan? We have the same peaceful city!"

The teacher Nadezhda Gurieva remembered his own children, only being in school. "My niece found there and began hand to pull and call. And then I realized that my children in this hell. I took the girls and we sat under a shield. Boris turned away and asked us, and I begged him to stay in place. Saw that I have over my head was mine and near me, and change is impossible. But then we all were together. The borechka all to support tried. Our Vera soothed. She didn't understand. Even said that's great that we let go, and the lessons will not. Go for a walk more... the child is...".
They had been in the school for three days. More than a thousand people in one room. Imagine how many people could have fit impossible. "Men and high school students were shot first. The body was thrown from a second floor window. On the second day of the hostage ceased to give water. The children were crying. The terrorists were furious and threatened to shoot anyone who will not calm down. On the third day was all the same" - to recall the witnesses. They just wanted it all over. "On the third day was already in full confidence that we're not out of here and never go up. When you see that a terrorist keeps the "frog" of the foot, and you know that if he falls asleep or falter, we all go up. This strain is so tired that all he wanted was to end soon. And that's all. We like waiting that something happens, but terrorists seemed relaxed. And then the explosion occurred," recalls sarin.

"The first blast we had, Hope Guriev and now remembers all the details. Here still remained traces of Verochkina dresses. She was on fire. My daughter was burned. When I woke up, I Ira said, "Mommy, all run". I told her: "If I have strength, run." Good thing she didn't run. Then many began to jump into the Windows but the terrorists shot them in the back. We stayed in the same place. I saw that Vera is not alive. Bob was covered in blood, but moved by hand. I did not realize that it was my blood. He had a severe wound, but little blood. I was trying to get the Bob - it was the people. But we then began to distill in a new prisoner, to another place. Those who could not get away, finished. Take Boris, I could not. Around the body. It is heavy, I cannot lift, do not drag it dragged directly at people. And I have two girls, daughter and niece, and their need to save they live. And they do without me? I went with them. Boria then found in the morgue."

Many had a presentiment of trouble the day before. That day on the solemn ruler were never as many latecomers. And it saved their lives. One of the students wrote on the eve of the poem:

"I'll go to Where everything is and where everything can be Bothered to wait anymore, It's just impossible. It all happened And not before and not later."

"When we were taken hostage, brother in this moment it felt like the gym was on fire and it left me and the girls - her daughter and niece. And to it it became easier: "so even Though you are alive." We survived. Hell is over" - so the teacher ends the story of the three horrific days between life and death.

But after the hell Hope was waiting for a new one. Many began to blame the tragedy of the teachers. The charges were very different - for example, that didn't come to the funeral, indifferent. "Here is how to explain that we were also in this school, too, buried their children, which is also injured. And we wrote letters with threats. But I understand it, says Hope. We always want to find the culprit. It's easier. Some blame themselves, and someone others. Guilty feel and those who survived – because it is not killed. Parents blamed themselves for what did not protect the children, not saved. I was looking for the perpetrators. But here, as it turns out: too many perpetrators, starting with those who destroyed the Soviet Union."

"Someone then left. Somebody left. My children saved. Their love and faith. I'm so sad about it, but it is very important. I am convinced that as soon as we forget the lessons of the past, troubles again. History, maybe, and rarely teaches, but for ignorance of its lessons and then punish very severely," concluded Hope.

We ended the conversation. Hope Guriev put his arm around me and said, "Well, what do you. Don't cry". She went through it all, reassuring me. Board, where her daughter 10 years ago, I wrote a "first Last call" is preserved. It is stored in the Museum of memory.