Shaman. A real story from my life #3

 When you stand at the crossroads of life, close your eyes before you step. You do not need them. Your road has already chosen you ...     

 Part 5.

    The first season in the Far North was extremely saturated. It all began from an invitation to the district Party Committee building (the residence of the local Communist Party division). The conversation with the Second Secretary seemed to be simple and concerned mainly the purpose of my visit. Having checked the documents concerning my education and looked at the passport, he urged me to think carefully about my taiga fantasies about the hunter-fishers carrier. "The nomenklatura (Communist Party staff) in the village consists of the "devil knows whom", there are very few intelligent people among them, - he said, -  and you, the young man, gathered to the forest. How is this to be understood? "- he asked firmly in a voice that usually used for reading political information in a local club.    

    Not wishing to make enemies, I promised to think. Jan, Jan ... I needed you so much at that moment. 

   Two days later I already worked as a physical education teacher at a local boarding school for indigenous children. I taught the junior classes. There was a feeling that these narrow-eyed children were reading my thoughts. However, they every time showed themselves in the most unexpected way. The phrase "school territory" was nothing for them. Most of all they liked to look after stray dogs. As a result, pretty soon the school yard looked like a shelter for stray dogs. Often the kids said: "I'll finish school and take my dog to the forest." 

 I did not know yet that these children would never return to their native camp. Almost all the children were send to this school according to the law  "About universal secondary education". They were (voluntarily or compulsorily) collected by helicopter from taiga camps. Often these children were taken without parental consent.    

    By the end of the school, everything that these children were taught was not much more understandable for them than in the first lesson. The problem was that the innate qualities and skills of these small hunters were greatly lost by that time. Most of them lost their life guidelines. Usually it's difficult for me to find a common language with new people, but I had a special understanding of these children. Maybe it was thanks to my childhood spent at the boarding school. They reciprocated me.   

    Part 6.   

    Three or four months passed. Then a representative of the district Party Committee, who was already familiar to me, came to school. "You have passed preliminary check and we want to recommend you to the post of the released secretary of the Komsomol committee in the oil and gas exploration expedition. I hope you will not mind?" - he rather answered instead of me than asked in the same " reading political information " voice.   

    And for about more three months I again "underwent a preliminary check", but now already visiting the youth on the derricks. 

    In April 1985 I was offered a new post - a Chairman of the district council of the Voluntary Sports Society "Urozhai". This job was not new for me so I quickly organized several successful sporting events for residents of the district center, with whom I used to meet when I rode on the river Taz on my sports canoe, or during football or in the barracks of workers' hostels, where we usually played table tennis.    

     In August Jan returned from the taiga. We agreed with him that he would come to take me with him. This meant the need to go again to the district Party Committee ... "We planned you for the post of the Chairman of the Sports Committee of the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous District, but you!". Then the conversation resembled a "nice chat" of bazaar traders. I had to admit to the unreliability of my health and report the conclusion of a medical consultation: "You have a year, maximum - two". So I became free ... 

 To be continued …    

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