WITH THE BROKEN HAND

Since the beginning of the transfer of special settlers to our region, the population has changed its occupation. At first they reduced the forest, developed arable land to sow cereals, potatoes, and keep cattle. As the old people said, rye is still ripening, and wheat is not.

Livestock profit did not bring, only losses. This was written in his work "History of the Cranberry" old-timer Dmitry Vasilyevich Klepikov.

All the collective farms that were organized were ruined, people, when they were allowed and finally issued passports, fled, and these agricultural enterprises ordered to live long. State farms, subsidiary farms, too, did not make ends meet, they have long been gone.

Some kind of delusion: while the state is not what it gives, but simply hurts money, the enterprise is working, and if you have to earn money, I'm sorry. Someone in the former state farm "Beloyarskiy" said to me: "We go for gold" So the experts themselves assessed the contribution of the state to their enterprise. The whole area mowed hay, harvested other animal feed for this state farm.

And all in vain. Since then, the main direction in the activities of the district has been logging. Four or five logging enterprises worked continuously.

They had everything they needed: machinery, repair shops, warehouses of fuel and lubricants. specialists. Who just rode, I looked for happiness. Loggers from Teguldetskogo raion, because silkworms had eaten pine needles, now, by the way our eats.

In the Kirov region, the forest is over-come to us. I remember many people came to Stepanovka, tried to settle compactly, and this place was called "Vyatka Polyana". The mobile mechanized columns worked in the settlements, they built industrial facilities and social ones: housing, schools, kindergartens, medical institutions, shops, canteens, clubs, libraries ...

Only the LPs themselves were planned and unprofitable, and when the country moved to a market economy everything collapsed.

The equipment was sold, there were no social objects to keep. Now you do not eat in the Klyukvinsky canteen where they liked to eat business trips, women prepared deliciously, did not bake pies in Stepanovskaya, and nowhere.

And there was time, you will come to the meeting, and in the dining room wait, they do not want to let go of the hungry. Dumplings are cooked in a meat broth with mushrooms. And you will remember all your life that you are so tasty fed you in the Saiga.

Prior to the restructuring, the region harvested three million cubic meters of timber a year. Experts said that he did not reach the consumer, because the forest was rafted along the river, and thirty percent were lost at the same time, and the fish were not very happy with this, And the first million cubic meters of timber were being harvested in the first quarter of the year, this was considered the most favorable time .

In the first quarter, the workers of the district party committee, the district committee of the Komsomol received tasks to monitor that the plan was implemented in the timber enterprises, and in the role of those responsible, everyone dispersed around the villages.

One might think that the timber industry specialists knew the matter worse than us. At the same time, in small towns where there were no hotels, authorized people lived in offices, they used to spend two or three weeks sleeping on tables. And it never occurred to anyone to at least change a person, if it was a woman. I was also sent to this job, as a rule.

In March, in Aslanovsky lespromkhoz. I worked in the Komsomol, my education is humanitarian. If I see a defect, can I give instructions to specialists? But you will not be sitting either. I chose my job: decorate the corners of socialist competition and post them on workshops.

Sometimes, if it is a matter of waging a story with the mind, such a struggle for superiority is played out among the teams, which actually added some amount of cubic meters. In addition, except for earnings, it was impressive that a motorcycle, a car, a carpet were given the opportunity to buy scarce things ... However, then everything was in short supply, everyone was happy.

And here I am working in the workshop where Master Vladyair Shamray, a young specialist, is master, and I learn that an Evenk lives in the taiga. She is lonely. The elderly are already, but they beat the squirrel in the eye.She trades deer, moose, and their skins are sewn kysy-such fur boots, very warm.

The road to her hut is. They agree, and loggers bring her food, tobacco, and what else she will order. I really wanted to have arsons.

They are warm, legs are not wet, comfortable. I talked to the master, he agreed to hold up to the hut. He told me what to buy as a gift to a lucky hunter. What I bought, now I do not remember, probably, bread, sugar.

We drive up to the hut. A rope is stretched on the street, linen is dried on it. What color it was was new, not clear, but now everything is gray. We enter the hut. The floor is earthy, across the entire room-the floor, such a plank floor for sleeping.

They are covered with animal skins and some rags. They freely settled down the dogs, of course, hunting. The hostess would not keep others. They jumped to the floor, and the dust rose to the top. In the cabin there is a stove and a table, some utensils on the table, the remains of food.

The hostess called the figure, she showed her. They still had to work with them, because there was no lining inside. As they say, they slapped their hands and parted with each other.

But I never reviled my kysy, I gave it to a friend who traveled on business trips no less than I did and needed such shoes.