Isn't that a great title ?
So, there's a cemetery in the Eastern part of Minsk, the capital of
Westernrus Belarus. Its name is, in English, The Eastern Cemetery, because English speakers name their dogs Dog and clever shit like that. Very ironic.
It's name is also Усходнія могілкі in Belarusiani, which also translates to Eastern Cemetery, because holy hell these people already.
In any case, the part of the town where all this is happening (and where Gazprom is building a major complex, having torn down most of the pre-existing hovelry to do it) is called... the Moscowy or Moscowsky or whatever. Cuz it's closer to Moscow, geddit ? Like you'd call the southern half of Albany Newyorkia. The borrough of Newyorkia in Albany, NY, where cats by the name of Kat go about the streets and the girls' shake (named Shake) brings the boys (in Boy tees) out to the yard (called Yard). Logic by the name of logic ; and rope with Soap brand soap.
Which reminds me of this old Southernrussian joke : two southernrussians are screaming at each other from atop two hills, the SlightlyNorthern Hill and the SomewhatSouthern Hill.
- "Hey you! Southernhill Guy!"
- "Who, me ?"
- "Yes, you!"
- "What ?"
- "What what ?"
- "What do you want ?"
- "Who ?"
- "Who you?!"
- "You the Northernhill guy, what do you want!"
- "Oh, me!"
- "Yes, you!"
- "I wanted to tell you, the Muscovys went to Outerspacerus!"
- "Oh they did, did they!"
- "Yes they did!"
- "All of them ? Or just one ?"
- "Just one!"
- "So then what are you bothering me for!"
- "Who's bothering you ?"
- "You are!"
- "Who ?"
- "You from the North Hill!"
- "Never heard of him."
I find it's very important in this life to be logical. And in the next, also.
You'll need it.
So this'd be the Moscow-y metro terminal by the Moscow-y bus terminal (no kidding, has a wikientry and everything pop, the Moscowy Bus Terminal where busses named bus terminate their journey called Journey) in the Moscow-y district of Moscnsk.
And that is the cemetery, wherein we'll be taking a closer look!
So I was going to do this thing where I look the dead guys up and give a little note about them, but guess what ? Nobody fucking heard of this Evgheni Bolodiko / володько fellow -- at least nobody online. And he's the first one! Right top front an' center of the cemetery! Wut do ?!
Okay, okay, finally getting somewhere : Sergey Yukovlevich Zhukovsky (October 7, 1918, Pereshpepny farm, Boguchar district, Voronezh province - November 10, 1980, Minsk, Belorussian SSR), Soviet military commander, colonel-general of aviation, HMPii. Apparently it pays being Russianiii, even in Belarus.
Could you tell ?
Leonid Ignatievich Beda (August 16, 1920 ; Novopokrovka village, now the Uzynkol district of the Kostanay region, Kazakhstan - December 26, 1976 ; Minsk, Belarus), twice Hero of the Soviet Union (October 26, 1944 , June 29, 1945), Honored Military Pilot of the USSR (August 17 1971), Lieutenant General of Aviation (1972).
Tikhon Yakovlevich Kiselev (Bl. Tsіkhan Yakaulevich Kіsyalёў, July 30/August 12, 1917, Ogorodnya-Kuzminichskaya village, Dobrush district of the Gomel region of Belarus - January 11, 1983, Minsk , BSSR, USSR) - Soviet state and party figure, first secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Belarus, candidate member of the Politburo of the Central Committee of the CPSU (1980-1983), Hero of Socialist Labor (1977).
And his wife.
Pavel Yakovlevich Golovachev (December 15, 1917 - July 2, 1972), Soviet ace pilot, twice Hero of the Soviet Union. Made a total of 457 sorties, participated in 125 air battles, personally shot down 31 and shared credit for one more kill. Won his last victory on April 25, 1945 in the sky of Berlin (shot down two FW-190s).
Left : unidentified. Right : Nikolai Pavlovich Poteev (May 16, 1919 - September 27, 1972), Soviet officer, Tank commander, Hero of the Soviet Union (1945).
As the stone says, Kofanov Vladimir Ivanovich, Lieutenant-General of Artillery (1904-1973)iv.
Ivan Petrovich Fonarev, commander of the aviation unit of the 74th Guards Ground Attack Aviation Regiment (1st Guards Ground Attack Aviation of Stalingrad). Order of Lenin, twice the Red Banner, commander of of Suvorov and Kutuzov divisions, 1st Air Forces, 3rd Belorussian front. Hero of the Soviet Unionv (1945).
Fellow carefully measuring and writing down results, possibly working to fix something or the other.
Ivan Vasilievich Piskaryov (April 12, 1901 - May 4, 1973), Soviet military commander, colonel of the NKVD, Hero of the Soviet Union (1943). Apparently suffered some light damnatio memoriae sometime since 2014.
As the stone says, Major-General of Artillery (promoted post-retirement as CO, 10th Shock Artillery Division, Germany) Feodor Feodorovich Dudinskiy (son of Feodor Alexandrevich Dudinskiy, also a military man).
Born Jan. 19 (Feb. 1), 1905, in Minsk; died there Mar. 30, 1973. Soviet Byelorussian actor (Krushina in Movzon’s Konstantin Zaslonov, Pytlevanyi in Krapiva’s The Larks Are Singing, and Motskin in Makaenok’s Excuse Me, Please!). People’s Artist of the USSR (1971). Order of Lenin etc. Member of the CPSU from 1948.
Nobody seems to know who this Ilya Turski might've been. Any ideas ?
I'm guessing, the Heroic & Greatly Patriotic Chamber Pot Brigade ?
Not doing so well over here...
You know, it's one thing to be the only girl in class without the dolly... now imagine being the only guy in the cemetery without the monument. It burns! And the burn lasts way the fuck longer!
Nobody ever heard of these Otfinovskiys. Who was this Aleksandr son of Vladimir born 1866 ?! They just didn't have that many people back then, what, was he some obscure doctor or something nobody but his family (and Trilema) thought worth the mention (note they don't mention his day of birth, either) ?
It's a nice grave, too (though definitely not erected before the war).
Nope, no Anatoli Korzhen ever happened. Sorry. Re-happened via comments. Tyvm.
Tatiana bit it, aged 17, back in 1969. Hawt.
What do you suppose got her ? Hung self for failing college entrance examination maybevi ?
All my Internet turns up on a search for this Ekaterina Vasileva Frolenko is >smut ; maybe you're luckier.
At least her Elena mini-me has a cool hat.
These people weren't anybody ; but he died a 30yo and his mother built him a grave.
She still gets second place, though.
Nobody remembers today the 32 yo hero of 1963. That's the problem with dying young : they get all excited about it right then ; but later... they forget.
What do you suppose got him ? (I have like a guess. Think about it : the man's buried in a military uniform, under the previous Republic's star as his only ornament.vii Yet he did survive the war -- as a little boy, that was in '44. Then he also survived Stalin, as a young man. Then... the BDN ? Ah, ye golden years of Karl & Hanna Koecher et al.)
The grandparents of this Goldman fellow's wife, perhaps ? In any case, survived three years of German governorship of Minsk, somehow.
Who was Maria ? What do you mean Maria who, Maria Knotiko! Who was she ?
Accepting translations ; contribute below.
Shockingly enough (and in contrast to sunnier lands), all the angels here are male, and cut out of dark stone.
Nikola Trukhan (Bl. Mikalay Mikalaevich Trukhan ; 18 June 1947, Pleshchanitsy , Lagoysky Raion, Minsk Oblast - 20 September 1999, Minsk), Belarusian director and actor. He did some experimental work in the 90s with Vitaly Borkovsky, hence the Дзе-Я? reference on the stone.
Dying more recently helps immensely, as it turns out. All sorts of inconsequential minutia from up to 20 years ago is recorded while all sorts of [what to me seems like] much more momentuous history from 50 or more years ago -- forgotten. I'd like to come up with a way to put an end to this insanity ; hopefully Bitcoin is itviii.
You see Ogorodnik and you immediately think "Aleksandr?!" ; but no, not Aleksandr. Borislav "Ludwigovski"ix and his son Ruslan Borislavski (who apparently bit it in Afghanistan or something like that ?)
Never heard o'em.
Who is this Yevtukhovich fellow then ? He looks like a science / engineering man, I'd guess, maybe administration... but I do not know.
Can you believe this orc shit ?
Plenty of these "Mrs. Reilly made Ignatius a grave", as it turns out.
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.
Nineteen year old female dead in the 90s ~= car crash.
Now what happened to Valera & Oleg Yurkevichi ? There's a village by that name in Gomel (and a local "nobility" line, obviously), but...
Sounds like a pretty good story, too -- two young men dead a year apart and getting a Castor & Pollux style stella. There's something here.
It's always fun to visit the graves of people about your age.
"What the fuck you doin' in there, yo!"
As a younger man I used to say that to guys in jail ; but one must content oneself with what he can get. Besides... you never know.
Such a perfect shot. Above, the second half of the power of the soviets. Below, the second life of the very soviets in question. Isn't it poetic ?
I think it's poetic.
Strangely enough for an amply decorated admiral (is he ?) born early enough to have fought in WW2, this Boris Andrushkevich is entirely unknown to Internet-accessible military record. Who the fuck was he, and why did that jowly woman make him such a derpy loser of a son!
He is evidently not calling her on that phone. Got better shit to do!
Urn storage, vaguely reminiscent of La Chacarita.
Remarkable how just-like-US-Senate the SU oldfags look. If I switched the Milwaukee crop of McCains for the Gomel crop of Simurovs, could you somehow tell the difference ?
Oh, those people who "hated America" and "the American way", as reported by some visually indistinguishable people who (self-reportedly) didn't either hate America or the American way. And yet, somehow, inexplicably... the saved America became visually indistinguishable from the thing those America-haters'd have done to it, if only the America-loving heroes didn't keep their grubby paws off it.
Wait... whose grubby paws again ?
You realise these misfortunate fucks were very much my personal enemies, back in 1989 ; just like the other crop of equally misfortunate and perfectly identical (well, next generation, but the magic of cunt permits trans-generational identity, somehow, inexplicably) schmucks are my personal enemies in 2019. What the everloving fuck, confederacy of dunces!
The blond washes out, eventually. Even if it's done in gold leaf it still washes out eventually.
What's your guess, did Marina get to suck some cock ? Did she go under this atrocious horror of an antisculpture, made by a blind alien who evidently never touched woman, after having known the glory of glans bursting her cheeks as open as they go and drenching her glotis ?
Maybe she actually went under during. Car crash, amirite.
Anyway, that's all.
- Which isn't at all the same as Russian, it'd be Восточное кладбище if these people could spell at all -- which they can't. Seriously, who the fuck heard of i, as in Мінск ? What the fuck are we doing here Belarus, snatch-and-match ? [↩]
- Заслуженный военный лётчик СССР, it's a thing there.
Established by Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of January 26, 1965 (N 3230-VI), awarded by same on the proposal of the Minister of Defense of the USSR. Persons awarded the title "Honored Military Pilot of the USSR" were awarded a diploma of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR and a badge worn on the right side of the chest, above the orders of the USSR (if any).
The first day of the Great Patrotic War found him ranked 2nd Lieutenant, flying the I-153 "Chaika" biplanes his regiment was equipped with. On June 22, 1941 he participated in nine air battles near the city of Grodno, personally shot down one enemy aircraft and shared credit in four more kills. On July 29, 1941 he gained three more credits, and on September 2 another one. By October 20 he had made 120 sorties, was promoted to Lieutenant and deputy squadron commander. For these feats he was presented the title of Hero of the Soviet Union, and the commander of the Western Front, G. K. Zhukov, awarded him with the Order of Lenin.
Dude's fucking famous, his god damned Chaika's fucking famous, entire generations of Russian jet fighter pilots studied at the Air Academy named after him, whatever. Boring stuff!!! #niunamenos!!!
Notice, by the way, how the cunt he blessed's memorial is modestly inferior to him, marking thus for eternity the man-woman relationship in life, as well as their relative ontological preminence, political importance and cognitive depth of existence ? Yeah ? I knew you would.
It's a thing here. [↩]
- Service record, if you're curious :
1941-XX-XX – 1942-01-XX Commanding Officer 548th Howitzer Artillery Regiment
1942-01-XX – 1942-05-21 Commanding Officer 102nd Mortar Regiment
1942-05-21 – 1942-07-XX Hospitalized
1942-07-XX – 1942-12-XX Commanding Officer 698th Anti-Tank Artillery Regiment
1942-12-XX – 1943-04-XX Deputy Commanding Officer 27th Artillery Division
1943-04-XX – 1944-07-01 Commanding Officer 88th Heavy Howitzer Brigade
1944-07-01 – 1946-07-XX Commanding Officer 13th Shock Artillery Division
1946-07-XX – 1950-10-XX Commanding Officer 10th Shock Artillery Division
1950-10-XX – 1953-10-XX Commanding Officer 6th Shock Artillery Division [Germany]
1953-10-XX – 1955-02-XX Attending the Military Academy of the General Staff
1955-02-XX – 1957-01-XX Commanding Officer Artillery, 7th Mechanized Army
1957-01-XX – 1960-09-30 Deputy Commanding Officer Artillery, Soviet Group of Forces in Germany
What do you suppose a retired Deputy Commanding Officer Artillery, Soviet Group of Forces in Germany does, for thirteen years ? [↩]
Thus, during the Belarussian offensive operations of the Soviet troops codenamed “Bagration” (from June 23 to August 29, 1944), bomber pilot Ivan Fonarev stormed the Nazi troops at crossings over the Orshitsa River, in the area of the village of Kokhanovo, Vitebsk Region, in the "Minsk Cauldron".
Operation Bagration was that insanity when Hitler declared Minsk a "fester platz" (it doesn't come from "fester" but from "fest", as in Fest steht und treu die Wacht) for no conceivable reason (other than, perhaps, not having to break the 4th army out of encirclement this way, the magic of words). Needless to say it didn't work out : 40k dead, 60k or so captured, the 39th Panzer Corps managed to lose two commanders in two consecutive days (general Robert Martinek on June 28 and Otto Schünemann on June 29 ; von Saucken escaped) and pretty much disintegrated under enemy air bombardment (hence our hero's contribution). The whole German Army Group Center subsequently collapsed and well... that was that.
Romania switched sides immediately thereafter, too, because even those dumb rats could figure out that howler of a sinking ship. Look up Saucy Saucken sometime though, he's pretty cool. [↩]
- Don't chuckle, this was a leading cause of death among the female older teenagers of the period ; and I do believe its remission is a major symptom, if not an outright driver, of the problems of today. [↩]
- Matters of orientation entirely aside, consider the "patriotism" aka dedication of these fellows to their Republic.
Did they think it's all right good and proper ?
Did they not give a shit about "the system" (the rank nonsense you translate as "law enforcement" and "raising awareness" and "global warming" and "psychopaths" and assorted earworm bullshit ; which they translated as "czar" and "imperial Russia" and "tradition" and "nobility" -- but in the end is the same thing, really) ?
Went so far as to forego the cross ; but put up there instead, as his one and only apotropaion, as the only cover for his real, carnal body in the cold world of ideals coming upon him, the little star, the one tiny icon of the one thing he believed in.
The Soviet republic did not believe in ideals, "materialist dialectic" was called its ideology, fine. But this does not matter. You can't eliminate essences, they will stay however small their foothold, however reduced, a single point yet indelible. So then... take that one single point and use it for all functions of the banished essence. Translate the cross into the star, through the most transparently obvious thought process of "this cross stands where things like it go, and the only thing like it that may be is this star, so there goes the star" . Express all letters and all words and all thoughts and all history of this forgotten world you wish to kill with just one single letter, call it F and be done with it.
Perfection is perfection, and perfect dedication, however sadly misguided, however retrospectively doomed, is still perfect dedication, a kind of perfection, and therefore beyond the possibility of indictment. [↩]
- Think about it : nothing stupid you will ever do has any chance in hell of surpassing the "10k BTC pizza" -- which is exactly how it should be. You want your name remembered, go discover basic geometry with Thales and Euclid, don't pester me with inconsequential curliques on other people's building. [↩]
- I must say that the Russian nominative father's-name convention is way the fuck more civilised than the Anglo insanity. [↩]