In that dreadful night my parents, front-line doctors, was with his field hospital in the town of Bakhchisarai. In the morning they woke up to an unusual noise. Coming out of the house into the street, heard a loud roar of numerous animals. Soon all cleared up: crying Nagorny livestock in the backyard, where yesterday, the Crimean Tatars lived. Their house was already empty. In Bakhchisarai there was only one Crimean Tatar, the girl slept in the house of his school friend-Slav. Removed were all old men, women, children, even returning after injury at the front of the soldiers and officers with medals and orders. Everyone, including the local Communist apparatchiks.
I was 10 or 11 years old when dad first told this mournful story. Then he repeatedly returned to this memory. He is a member of the Communist party, feared and hated the Soviet regime. Feared so much that even after my arrest and conviction are not out of the party.
I remembered all of this during the presentation of the movie “Alien prayer”. Terrible movie terrible about our Soviet history. Where were all killed, and the Nazis and the Communists. Thin, ringing pain a film about the tragedies of deportation and the Holocaust. Frankly, I find it difficult to watch, it is very difficult. It turned out I was long gone from such emotional pain. Knowing all, knowing the temporal distance between the era of Stalin and Hitler and today, I remembered, nevertheless, is much. Untidy, forgetful of Babi Yar, where at the end of September, hundreds of residents silently tucked the flowers under the oppressive control of the intense individuals of dozens of KGB agents and policemen. Somewhere nearby, syrecky yards, there were cars, ready to receive unreliable.
I remembered Sampiro Aslanov and two other Crimean Tatar activists, ordinary, quietly told me in Kiev, of those killed in the cars the victims of brutal deportation. And that in 1972 the Soviet investigation and the court has imputed to me to blame, among other things, anti-Soviet slander about the alleged deportation of the Crimean Tatars to Central Asia.
Yes, my young contemporaries, it was called anti-Soviet agitation and propaganda. Then, in the 70s of the last century, only from the radio “from abroad” you can learn about the futile attempts of the Crimean Tatar daring to return to the land of their ancestors. Of the defenders of the maligned people, the writer Alexei Evgrafovich Kosterin the, General Pyotr Grigoryevich Grigorenko, academician Andrei Dmitrievich Sakharov…
Times have changed. The people exiled were given the right to return home. To the graves of his ancestors to ordinary human life in them, the Crimean Tatars, the Crimea. Where not all of the new local inhabitants, the Slavs were very polite and helpful. Gradually the fear vanished, the Crimean Tatars — a peaceful, hardworking people.
You know why I find it difficult and painful to watch “someone else’s prayer.” The tragedy of Crimean Tatars continues. Replaced Joseph Stalin came to the Crimea by Vladimir Putin.
