Chapter 6 Chapter 4 Blue piping-1

We are dragged through the cogs of big nightclubs, our hearts ground to dust, our flesh hanging in strips like the rags of a tramp -- where there is too much suffering, too deep anguish, to keep us from See with penetrating and foresight the livid-faced executioners of the night who ravage us.Our eyes are overwhelmed with bitterness in our bosoms—what a history of our sufferers we could have written otherwise! - And they themselves do not write their own truth.But alas: any past prisoner can recall in detail how he was spied upon, how he was squeezed, what filth was squeezed out of him.But as for the scout himself, he often did not even remember his name, let alone consider who he was.Me, too.Although I sat face-to-face with Yezebov of the state security agency in his office for a long time, but if I can think of things that I can think of, the things about any roommate in the same room are more interesting and meaningful than those about this person .

One of the common, solid memories we have left is: a bunch of corrupted things—a whole space rotten.It's been decades since it happened, not out of anger and resentment, but in our calmed minds we still retain the convinced impression that they are some money-losing, schadenfreude, ill-intentioned and possibly unscrupulous innocent people. According to records, Alexander II, the emperor who was regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the revolutionaries and who attempted to assassinate him seven times, once visited the detention center on Schballer Street (the uncle of the "building"), and in 227 The single cell ordered him to be locked up, and he squatted there for more than an hour-wanted to experience the feelings of those who were locked there by him.

It cannot be denied that for a prince there is a moral motive here, a need and an attempt to see things from a spiritual perspective. But it is impossible to imagine that any of our investigators, including Abakumov and Beria, could spend even an hour experiencing the situation of prisoners, squatting and thinking in a cell. They don't need to be educated, broadly cultured and discerning in their jobs - so they're not.They don't need to think logically in their positions - so they're not.All they need in their job is exact execution of instructions and ruthlessness to pain - so that's what they are.Those of us who passed by them still feel suffocated to this day that they have completely lost their bodies of ordinary human concepts.

Don't tell anyone else, the investigator knows clearly that the case is fabricated!Except in meetings, they can't seriously say that they are exposing criminals in private or by asking themselves, right?But don't they still write page after page of transcripts that entrap us all our lives?This is exactly the principle of the thief: "Today it's you, tomorrow it's me!" They understand that cases are created out of thin air, but they still do this kind of thing year after year.How is this going? …perhaps by forcing myself not to think (which would already mean the destruction of humanity), and simply deciding that it needs to be done!Whoever gave them orders could not be wrong.

However, remember that the Nazis also used this reason? No one can avoid the comparison between the Gestapo and the Ministry of State Security: both the age and the methods fit so well.The comparison is more natural to be made by someone like Yevgeny Ivanovich Zivnich who has experienced both the Gestapo and the Ministry of State Security.Divnich was a Russian in exile.The charge brought against him by the Gestapo was communist activity among the Russian workers in Germany, and by the Ministry of State Security - connections with the world bourgeoisie.Schivnich's conclusions were not in favor of the Ministry of State Security: he was tortured in both places, but the Gestapo was still trying to find out the truth, and when he was not convicted, he was released.The Ministry of State Security, on the other hand, does not want to find out the truth, and does not want to let go of anyone who has already been arrested.

Perhaps this is the "advanced doctrine", the ideology of Granite.In the dangerous Orodogan (Kolyma punitive dispatch point in 1938), an investigator got M. Lurier, the manager of the Krivoy Rog Joint Plant, to sign and agree to re-sentence for himself without any effort. After a prison sentence, he softened and spent the rest of the time saying to Lourier: "Do you think we have any fun in influencing (that's a soft word for torture.)? But we should do what the Party wants us to do." Do. You're an old party member—you say, what would you do if you were in our position?" It seems that Lourier almost agreed with him (perhaps, he signed it so easily because he I think so too?), because it is very convincing and correct.

But often shamelessly.Blue piping knows how a meat grinder works and loves it.Investigator Mironenko said to the doomed Babich in the Zhida labor camp (1944): "The investigative agencies and courts are just going through legal procedures, and they can no longer change your pre-arranged Fate. If you need to be shot, even if you are absolutely innocent - you will be shot anyway. If you need to be exonerated (this is obviously to one's own people - author's note), then whatever guilt you have - you will will be scrubbed clean and acquitted." He even prides himself on the plausibility of the statement.Kushnalev, head of the First Investigative Division of the State Security Bureau of West Kazakhstan, made it clear to Adolf Zverko: "If you are from Leningrad (meaning a senior member of the party), you will not be let go." You got out!"

"As long as there are people, we can make a case."--Many of them said this in jest, it was their proverb.We say it is torture, they say it is good work.Wife of investigator Nikolai Grabisinko (Volga Canal) moved to tell neighbors: "We Kolya" probably did it.There was one man who refused to confess for a long time—he was handed over to Kolya.Kolya talked to him all night—and the man confessed. " Why don't all of them focus on finding out the truth, but are keen to pursue the numbers of those who have been dealt with and those who have been sentenced?Because it is most convenient for them to do so, so as not to fall behind the general trend.Because these figures are their peaceful life, their additional wages, rewards, promotions, and the expansion and benefits of the organization itself.When the numbers are done well, it's okay to goof off, dodge work, or hang out at night (which they do).If the number is low, you will be dismissed, demoted, and lost your job, because Stalin would not believe that suddenly there is no enemy in a certain district, city, or army.

Therefore, for those stubborn prisoners who refused to be included in the numbers and could not be cured by "boiling the eagle", confinement, and starvation, they did not feel compassion, but could not restrain their offended and irritated feelings: If the prisoner refuses to plead guilty, it will damage the personal status of the investigator!They were like trying to make him somersault himself! --In this case, any method is good!Dou looks like a doo!Hose down your throat, please drink salt water! Practitioners of the "blue shop" are deprived of the higher realms of human existence in terms of the type of work they do and the life choices they make, and they live in the lower realms with all their body and mind and greed.There mastered and commanded them were the strongest instincts of the lower realms (besides the instincts of hunger and sex): the instincts for power and the instinct for profiteering (especially power. more important than money).

Power is a poison, that has been known for thousands of years.If only no one had ever gained material power over another!Power is not yet fatal to those who believe that there is something supreme above all of us and who therefore recognize their own limitations.But for those without advanced domains, power is corpse poison.Once they are infected, there is no cure. Remember what Tolstoy wrote about power?Ivan Ilyich occupied such a post, which enabled him to destroy anyone he wished.All people, without exception, are in his hands.Anyone of the most importance could be brought to him as a defendant. (Isn't that just our blue hats! That needs no addition!) He feels that awareness of this power ("and the possibility of softening it"--Tolstoy adds, But that doesn't matter to us lads anyway) is the chief joy and fascination of public office.

How fascinating! -- simply intoxicating!You know it's enough to make a person dizzy--you're young, to put it casually, you're still a snotty little guy, not many days ago your parents struggled with you, you didn't know where to put you, you're stupid and I love studying, but after you have been in that school for three years--you are making great achievements!What a change has taken place in your life!Your movements have changed!Your eyes and the way you turn your head have also changed!The academic committee of the college is in a meeting - you walk in, everyone pays attention, everyone even trembles; if you don't take your place in the chairman's seat, let the dean sit there to make things happen, you sit next to it, but everyone We all understand that the main character here is you - the special department.You can sit there for five minutes and go, which is your advantage over the professors, probably because something more important calls you in - but then you can raise an eyebrow at their decision (or preferably Move your lips) and say to the dean: "No. I have some comments..." That's it!Nothing else! ——Or you are a special service officer, a counterintelligence officer, just a lieutenant, but a tall old colonel, the commander of the army, stand up when you come in, try your best to flatter you, please you, if you are not invited, He and the chief of staff did not dare to drink.It doesn't matter that you only have two little stars, it's even fun: know that your stars have a whole other weight, and are measured on a whole other scale than ordinary officers (sometimes, on special missions, You are allowed to wear epaulets such as major, which is like a pseudonym, like a code).The power you have over all the people in this army, this factory, or this district is much more far-reaching than that of the commander, factory director, or district party secretary.What these people control is people's positions, wages, and reputation, but what you control is people's freedom.No one dares to mention you in a meeting, no one dares to mention you in the newspapers - not only dare not speak ill!I dare not even say good things! !You are like a hidden god who dare not even mention it.You exist and everyone feels you!But it's as if you don't exist!Therefore, from the moment you put on this blue hoop of the god of the gods, you are a head above the public power.No one dares to check what you do, but everyone is under your check.Therefore, before the ordinary so-called citizens (and to you, it is just a piece of wood), you are best suited to put on a mysterious and thoughtful expression.Note that only you know the special opinion, and no one else.Therefore you are always right. Just one thing you should never forget: If you weren't lucky enough to be a link in the organ--this soft, whole creature that lives inside the state like a tapeworm in a person--you would be too. piece of wood.Now everything is yours, everything is for you! - But you must be loyal to the agency!You will always be protected!Someone will help you eat your enemies anytime!Clear any obstacles that stand in your way!But be loyal to the institution!Do whatever it tells you to do.Your position will also be considered for you: today you are a cadre of Teco, tomorrow you will be an investigator, and in the future you may set off for Lake Seliger as a local chronicler (1931, Erie English.) Probably by the way to relax your nerves.Then maybe move from your too famous city to the other side of the country as a missionary for church affairs. (The murderous Yaroslavl investigator Volkobyalov later became Moldavia's commissioner for church affairs.) Or become the responsible secretary of the Writers' Association (another Ilying, Victor, Nikolai Veitch, a former national security lieutenant general.).Don't be surprised at anything: the real use of people and the real rank given to them are known only to the authorities, and for the rest it's just for fun: what meritorious artist or hero of socialist agricultural labor-- Just blow one breath and he's gone. (General Serov told the world-renowned biologist Timofeyev-Lesovsky in Berlin: "Who are you?" The bold spirit of the Cossack asked: "Who are you?" Serov immediately corrected: "Are you a scholar?") The work of an investigator is of course labor-intensive: going to work during the day, going to work at night, sitting there for hours and hours -- but don't rack your brains for "evidence" right), don't think about guilt or innocence -- do what the agency needs, and everything will be fine.As for how to carry out the investigation, it is up to you to decide. Make it more enjoyable and not too tiring.Sitting, sitting, suddenly came up with a means of influence - and found it! --Immediately call a friend, go to each office to talk about it--how fun!Come on, guys, with whom?It's boring to be the same old routine, with all these trembling hands, begging eyes, and timid resignation--find some one who dares to resist! "I like strong opponents! Happy to break their backs!" (Leningrad scout Hitov to Geff.) If you meet such a strong opponent, he will not give in no matter what, and all your methods have no results, then what should you do?Are you mad?There is no need to restrain the rage!It's a great pleasure, it's soaring! --Let's vent your fury, don't let it get in the way!Make your shoulders tickle!It is in such a state that spit is spit into the open mouth of the hideous man under investigation!Press his face into a spittoon full! (Ivanov Razumnik's book describes what happened to Vasilyev.) It is in this state that the priest is dragged by the braids of the hair, and the person kneeling on the ground is dragged. Pee on your face!You'll feel like a real man after you let your rage out! Or interrogate the "girl who hooked up with foreigners" Isfiel? P.Nineteen forty-seven.Then you have a few nasty words with her, and ask her: "Why, do American things have edges and corners? The Russians alone are not enough for you?" You suddenly had a thought: she I think these foreigners must have learned something.Don't miss the opportunity, it's almost like a business trip abroad!So you ask the bottom line carefully: how to do it?What poses are there? ... What other poses? ...in detail!Every detail counts! (If I need it, I have to tell my buddies!) The girl blushed and shed tears, saying that it has nothing to do with the case--"No, it has something to do! Say it!" This shows how your power is returned It's over!She will tell you everything in detail.It’s okay to ask her to draw it, or to perform with her body, she has no way out, her confinement room, and her sentence are all in your hands. ．You (Investigator Poshirko, Kemerovo State Security Service) asked for a female stenographer to record the interrogation - and sent a good-looking boy who you are investigating (secondary student Misha B) After witnessing him, he stretched his hand into her arms - he didn't seem to be a person, so don't worry about him. Yes, generally speaking, what can you scruple about?If you like playing women (and who doesn't?) -- Mulli is a fool for taking advantage of his position.Some came to your door because they saw your influence, and others were at your mercy out of fear.I met a girl somewhere, and I fell in love with it--it's yours, and I can't run anywhere.Any married woman is spotted - it's yours!Because it is effortless to remove the husband. I already had a subject for a short story, "The Wrecked Wife."But it seems that I don't intend to write it.Its outline is as follows.In an air force in the Far East, before the Korean War, a lieutenant colonel came back from a business trip and learned that his wife was hospitalized.It so happened that the doctor did not hide from him that her genitals had been damaged by the morbid treatment.The lieutenant-colonel hurried to his wife, and after some effort got her to admit that it was the work of the captain of the Special Division of their unit (however, it seemed that it was not without her favor).In a rage, the lieutenant colonel ran into the guard's office, drew his pistol, and threatened to kill him.But soon the Captain had him on his knees, and walked out, dejected and pitiful: the Captain threatened to put him to rot in the most horrible labor camp, and then he would beg for a better life without torture. die.The captain ordered him to take his wife as it was (something was irretrievably broken), to live with her, never to divorce, never to sue—that was the price for not being locked up!The lieutenant colonel is -.I did it. (This is what the driver of the special staff told me There should be many such incidents.This is one of the areas most tempting to use power.A state security agent once forced (in 1944) the daughter of an army general to marry him, threatening to lock her father up if he did not agree.The girl has a fiancé, but in order to save her father, she married a national security officer.During her short married life, she wrote a diary, gave it to a loved one, and then committed suicide. No, this should be experienced personally - what is a blue hoop hat!Anything you see - it's yours!Any dwelling you secretly favored - it's yours!Any woman - it's yours!Any enemy - go away!The ground under your feet - is yours!The sky above your head - one is yours!It is also blue! ! As for the desire to get rich—that was their common desire.How can one use such power and such an unsupervised position to get rich?Unless it's a saint! ... If we could fathom the underlying dynamics of each arrest, we would be amazed to see that, despite the general regularity of the arrests, the individual choice, who to lock up, the personal choice, was not lost on three out of four occasions. Out of human greed and vengeance, and half of the cases out of self-interest of the local NKVD bodies (and of course the prosecution, we will not separate them). How, for example, did B.T. Vlasov's nineteen-year trip to the archipelago begin?The reason is that he was the director of the District Consumer Cooperative, and once sold cloth positives (no one would want such things now) exclusively to party activists (not to ordinary people, which did not embarrass anyone), and the chief prosecutor His wife was not able to buy: because she was not there, the prosecutor himself was ashamed to go to the counter, and Vlasov did not think to say - "I will leave it to you." (And His character would never allow him to say that either.) Another time, Attorney General Rusov took a friend to dinner in the internal party canteen (there were such canteens in the thirties), and the man had no supply relationship (that is lower level), the canteen administrator did not allow that friend to serve meals.The prosecutor asked Vlasov to punish the administrator, but Vlasov did not.And he had equally embarrassingly insulted the district NKVD.So put him on the right-leaning opposition hat! ... The intentions and actions of the blue borders are sometimes surprisingly stingy.Special Operations Commissioner Senchenko took the picture pouch and military bag of the captured officer and used it in front of him.With the help of a sleight of hand on the record, another captured foreign glove was taken (which particularly annoyed them during the offensive of our army, because their spoils were not first-hand) - the anti-counterfeit of the 48th Army who arrested me The spies, coveted my cigarette case--in fact, it wasn't even a cigarette case, but some kind of small German office box, but of an attractive bright red colour.For this worthless thing, he resorted to a whole set of official devious tactics: first not to put it in the record ("You can keep this to yourself."), and then, knowing that there is no other in his pocket. I have lost my things, so I should ask someone to search me again. "Ah, what is this? Take it away!"--so that I could not protest: "Put him in the brig!" (which tsarist gendarme dared to treat the defenders of the fatherland like this?)--every investigator A certain amount of cigarettes is allocated, which is used to encourage confessors and eyeliners.Some investigators swallowed the cigarettes whole.Even at the hours of investigation--the hours of night work, which pay them double wages, they play tricks: we have found in the night notes that the time "from" to "what time" has been stretched. -- Investigator Fedorov (Resheta station, box 235) personally stole the watch while searching the house of the free man Korzukhin. -- Investigator Nikolai Fedorovich Kruzhkov openly told Elizabeth Victorovna, wife of his subject k? 11 Strahovich during the siege of Leningrad; "I Need a quilt. Bring it to me!" She replied: "The room where the winter clothes are stored has been sealed." Then he went to her house and removed the entire doorknob without breaking the lead seal of the state security agency. When she got down (the inspector said cheerfully to her: "Look, that's how the People's Commissariat of State Security works!"), he started to take out her winter clothes from there, and slipped a crystal vessel into his pocket (I? Wei also tried his best to take his own things. He stopped and said: "You have enough!". But he is still taking). In 1954, this energetic and strong-willed woman (whose husband forgave everything, even the death sentence, and dissuaded: Don't do it!) appeared in court against the investigator Kruzhkov .Since it was not the first time Kruzhkov had done such a thing, and against the interests of the institution, he was given twenty-five years.But can you stay there long? ... The incidents are endless, and a thousand "white papers" (from 1918 onwards) could be published by systematically questioning past arrestees and their wives.Perhaps there are and have been blue pipings that never steal, that don't embezzle anything - but I definitely can't imagine a blue piping like that!I just don't understand, with such a thought system, if he takes a fancy to something, what can stop him?In the early 1930s, when we were wearing youth assault uniforms and implementing the first five-year plan, they were already held in Western aristocratic salons, such as the residence of Concordia Yoser. When the party comes, their wives are already dressed in foreign clothes-where did they get it? Look at their names - it looks like they were picked to work by name!For example, in the State Security Agency of Kemerovo Province in the early 1950s there was: Attorney General Trutnev (Russian means "one who eats without work" - here and below the Russian meaning of the surnames Both are translator’s notes), Major Shkulkin (meaning "selfish person") of the investigation department, Lieutenant Colonel Balangin (meaning "rotten vegetable soup"), the deputy director of the investigation department, they have an investigator called Skorokhvatov (meaning "quick catch").I can't even think of it!All together at once!I will not repeat Volkobyarov (meaning "wolf stare") and Grabishenko (meaning "robbery") and the like.This kind of name is so concentrated again, doesn't it reflect anything at all? The prisoner's memory is to be blamed again; II Korneyev forgot the name of the Colonel of the State Security Service who was with him in the Vladimir solitary confinement, a friend of Konkorgia Yoser (Co. Orneyev also knew her).The Colonel is a hybrid of the power instinct and the profiteering instinct.At the beginning of 1945, at the time of the most valuable "boots", he demanded outrageously to go to work in the units of the Agency responsible for supervising such robberies, which (headed by Abakumov himself) were not for the state It's about desperately trying to get the "trophy" for yourself (and it's very successful).Our hero looted whole carloads and built several villas (one in Kling).After the war, he was so imposing that as soon as he arrived at the Novosibirsk station, he ordered all the customers in the restaurant to be driven out, had the girls and women gathered together, and forced them to dance naked at the tables_L for the pleasure of himself and his drunken friends, which he would have been safe with, but he violated another important precept, as Kluzhkov did, against his own people.That one cheated the agency, and this one was betting on seducing other people's wives. What he seduced was not just anyone, but the wives of comrades working in the Cheka operation.So there was no forgiveness! --He was locked up in a political isolation center with the fifty-eight articles.He was in prison, and he was very annoyed at the thought that anyone had the audacity to lock him up.He had no doubt that the higher ups would change the business (perhaps already changed their minds). Such an unfortunate fate--going to jail by themselves is not so rare for the Blue Rollers, there is no real guarantee of avoiding this fate, but somehow they rarely learn from the past.It must be due to the lack of higher rationality, and lower rationality said to them: the situation is rare, and the people I meet are few, I will avoid it, and my own people will not let go. They really try their best to take care of their own people in times of adversity. They have a tacit agreement: at least give preferential treatment to their own people (Colonel H?q. The mentioned B?H? Yiliying has been enjoying preferential treatment for more than eight years).Those of them who were individually imprisoned for private negligence generally did not fare badly because of this in-group care, which made them realize that the feeling of impunity that they usually had at work was justified.However, it is also known that there are a few cases where special labor camp operators were thrown into ordinary labor camps to serve their sentences. They even ran into prisoners under their own supervision. The operative Meng Shen, who relied on his targets and hated the prisoners in Article 58, was driven to the bottom of the board by the thieves he relied on).But we have no way of finding out the details of these cases -- can't go into detail. But the ones who are in danger of losing everything are the national security personnel who fall into the current (and they have their own! . . . ).Water flow - this is a natural force, a force stronger than the mechanism itself, no one here will come to help you, otherwise even yourself will be drawn into this abyss. At the last moment, if you are well-informed and have a strong sense of Cheka personnel, you can still escape this madness and prove that you have nothing to do with it.For example, Captain Sayenko (not the carpenter-Cheka in Kharkov in 1918 who was famous for shooting, drilling holes in the body with sabers, breaking calves, crushing heads with heavy hammers and burning at the stake, --but maybe a relative?) Out of weakness, he fell in love with Kohanskaya, a member of the Eastern Railway, and married her.Suddenly, just as the tide was rising, he inquired that he wanted to arrest the personnel of the China Eastern Railway.At this time he was the Chief of Operations of the Arkhangelsk State Political Security Service.What action did he take without missing a second? --Put a beloved wife in jail! --not even as a Middle East Railway guy, but concocted a case for her.So he not only saved himself, but was promoted and became the head of the internal affairs of Tomsk. (Another subject, how many such subjects are here! Maybe someone can use it.) Shuiliu County was created according to the law of some kind of mysterious renewal mechanism-some small sacrifices must be made periodically, so that the people who stay behind have a cleansed appearance.The turnover of personnel in institutions should occur more quickly than the normal growth and aging of generations: groups of fish among state security personnel should be as unwavering as carps that die on the stones of the river bottom to make way for future generations offered his head.People with advanced reason can see this law very clearly, but the blue-brimmed hats do not want to admit and foresee this law.So the favored sons of the agency, the dignitaries of the agency and the ministers themselves, whenever the deadline comes, they have to put their heads on their own guillotines. A school of fish takes Yagoda.Probably many of the honorable names which we shall extol in the chapter on the "White Sea Canal" of this book also fell into this group, and whose names have since been blotted out from the Psalms. The second school of fish quickly dragged the short-lived Yezhov in.Some of the heroes of 1937 died in this current (but it should not be exaggerated, far from all the heroes went in).Yezhov himself was beaten during the investigation and looked very pitiful.During this mass arrest, the Gulag also lost his parents.For example, Yezhov was imprisoned together with the Gulag Finance Director, the Gulag Health Director, the Gulag Military Police Captain, and even the Gulag Chief of Cheka Operations - all labor camps bosses! Then there was Beria's school of fish. The fat, hulking, self-righteous Abakumov had fallen alone before that. The writers of the history of the institution will one day (if the archives are not burned) tell us the story step by step - both with numbers and with eminent names. I just want to say a little bit here - a little bit about the history of Ryumin-Abakumov that I happened to know (I won't repeat what they have already said elsewhere) Ryumin, who became successful thanks to Abakumov and was favored by Abakumov, went to Abakumov at the end of 1952 to report a sensational news, saying that the doctor, Professor Ettinger, had admitted to Zhdanov and Shcherbakov made a wrong diagnosis and treatment (with the intention of killing).Abakumov did not believe in such things, he was well aware of such activities, and concluded that Ryumin had gone too far (and Ryumin understood Stalin's intentions better!).For the sake of checking, a cross-examination of Eitinger was held that night, but different conclusions were drawn: Abakumov believed that there was no "doctor's case" at all, while Ryumin believed that there was. of.It was supposed to be checked again in the morning, but due to the magical characteristics of the "nightclub", Eitinger died that night!The next morning, Ryumin called the Central Committee without Abakumov's consent and behind his back, requesting an audience with Stalin! (Not his most decisive move, I suppose. The most decisive move to bet his head on was to disagree with Abakumov the night before, and possibly to kill Ettinger at night. But who knows What about the secret history of the court!—maybe there was a previous contact with Stalin?) Stalin received Ryumin, personally handed over the doctor's case, and Abakumov was arrested.In the future, Liuming seems to be handling the doctor's case independently, even leaving Beria aside! (There are indications that Beria was in critical condition before Stalin's death—perhaps through him he had put Stalin out.) One of the first steps taken by the new government was to deny the doctor's case .Ryumin was immediately arrested (while Beria was in power), but Abakumov was not released either!A new system was introduced in Lubinka, and for the first time in history a prosecutor-general stepped over its threshold (Terekhov), left visibly flustered, fawning, and saying "I'm not guilty, I'm innocent Imprisoned without reason", demanded a trial.He was sucking a piece of fruit candy in his mouth as usual, and when Terekhov pointed it out to him, he spat the candy into his palm and said, "I'm sorry." Haha laughed and thought it was a "big scam".Terekhov showed him the certificate authorizing the inspection of the internal prison of the Ministry of State Security.Abakumov waved his hand and said, "Five hundred copies of this kind of thing can be made!" He, as "a lover of this unit", felt most humiliated not even by the fact that he was in jail, but that someone Plotting against the interests of this institution that is not controlled by any unit in the world!In July 1953, Ryumin was sentenced (in Moscow) and executed.And Abakumov remains in prison.在审讯时，他对捷列霍夫说："你的眼睛太漂亮，我将来会舍不得枪毙你！扔下我的案子走开吧，和和气气走开吧。"有一次捷列霍夫把他传来，让他读登载揭露贝利亚消息的报纸。这在当时几乎是一桩轰动宇宙的事件。而阿巴库莫夫读了后，眉毛也不动一下，翻过来读起体育运动新闻来了。另一次审讯时，有一个国家安全部的大头头在场，他不久前还是阿巴库莫夫的部下，阿巴库莫夫问他："你们怎么能容许贝利亚案件的侦查不由国家安全部负责，而由检察机关负责呢？！"--（他还是念念不忘自己的老一套！）--"你也相信我这个国家安全部长会受审？！""是的。""那你就快卷铺盖走吧！机关再也不存在了！……"（他，一个不学无术的信差，当然把事情看得太阴暗了。）阿巴库莫夫在卢宾卡坐牢的时候怕的不是受审判，而是被毒死（毕竟是当之无愧的机关之子I），他开始完全拒绝吃监狱的饭食，只吃从小卖部买来的鸡蛋（在这上面他缺乏技术头脑，他以为鸡蛋里是不会放毒的）。从收藏极为丰富的卢宾卡监狱图书馆中，他只借阅斯大林（把他关起来的人……）的著作。但这多半是一种示威行动，或者是一种打算，心想斯大林的拥护者不会不取得上风的。他蹲了两年监狱。为什么不把他放出去呢？这不是个幼稚的问题。如果按反人道的罪行来衡量，他是浑身浸透在鲜血里的，但并不是他一个人哪！而那些人却都太平无事。这里也有秘密：有个隐约的传闻，说是过去某个时候他曾亲自毒打过赫鲁晓夫的儿媳柳芭?谢德赫--他那个在斯大林时期被判处投入惩戒营并在那里战死的大儿子的妻子。正是这个缘故，他这个被斯大林关起来的人，却在赫鲁晓夫时期受到审判（在列宁格勒）并于一九五四年十二月十八日被处决。 而他的忧虑是枉然的：机关并没有因此而灭亡。 但是，像民间智慧所奉劝的：要说狼的坏话，也要说出狼的道理。 这个狼种--它在我们人民中是从哪里出来的呢？它是不是我们的根子上长出来的？是不是我们的血统？ 是我们的。 为了别那么起劲地扯起正人君子的白袍当旗子摇晃，清每个人问一问自己：如果我走了另一条生活道路，--我不会也成为这样的刽子手吗？ 这是一个可怕的问题，如果我们诚实地回答的话。 我回忆起一九三八年秋天，我正念大学三年级。我们这些男团员曾被叫到共青团区委会去过，第二次被叫去的时候几乎不征求同意就让我们填写履历表，说你们这些物理数学系、化学系的学生够多了，现在祖国需要你们去上内务人民委员部的学校（永远是这样，不是某某人需要，而是祖国需要，祖国需要什么，总有个什么官儿代替她知道并代表她说话）。 前一年，那个区委会还曾动员我们进航空学校。我们也顶回去了（舍不得扔了大学），但不像现在这一次那么坚决。 四分之一世纪之后，人们可能认为，当然馆，你们当时明白，周围正在大张旗鼓地抓人，你们知道监狱里怎样虐待犯人，他们想把你们拉去干多么肮脏的勾当。No! ! .要知道"乌鸦车"是在夜间开动，而我们是白天举着旗帜游行的人。我们从何得知并且怎么能想到逮捕呢？撤换了省里的全部领导人--这对我们反正都一样。关进去了两三个教授，我们也没有跟他们一起去跳过舞，而且考试起来还更容易交卷。我们这些二十岁年纪的人，迈步走在十月革命同龄人的行列里，而且，作为十月革命的同龄人，等待着我们的是最光明的未来。 阻止我们同意进内务人民委员部学校的没有任何理由的内在原因，用三言两语是讲不清楚的。它绝不是来自我们听过的历史唯物主义课：这种课讲得很清楚，反对内部敌人的斗争是一条激烈的战线，是一项光荣的任务。它也不符合我们的实际利益：当时上外省的大学，除了将来分配到偏僻边区的乡村学校教书和拿微薄的工资外，没有什么别的前途，而内务人民委员部的学校则保证我们将来能领到高额口粮和两三倍的工资。我们内心的感觉是没有语言可以表达的（如果有的话，那末互相间也不会放心地说出来）。进行反抗的完全不是头部器官，而是胸部器官。从四面八方都向你嚷嚷："应该去，"你自己的头脑也说："应该去！"而心里却起反感：我不愿去，讨厌！没有我怎么都可以，我不参与。 这种观念是源远流长的，大约是来自莱蒙托夫吧。它来自那几十年的俄国生活，当时哪一个正派人都会公开表示，没有比宪兵的差事更坏更丑恶的了。不，还要更深远些。我们自己并没有意识到，我们曾祖时代的金卢布被兑换成一些烂铜板，他们用这些烂铜板把我们从那个时代赎买出来。在那个时代道德还没有被认为是相对的，而善恶是单纯地由心灵来区分的。 但毕竟我们中间有些人当时应募了。我想，要是施加的压力很大--也许我们大家都会屈服。所以现在我就想设想一下；如果在战争爆发前我已经有了蓝领章--那我会成为什么样的人呢？当然，现在可以自我安慰，我的心一定忍受不了，我会在那里发表反对意见，我会发脾气、砰的一声把门关上。但是，躺在监狱的板铺上，我开始又一次回顾自己真实的军官道路--我便感到害怕起来了。 我不是从一个大学生一下子直接成为军官的，而是经过了半年受压抑的当兵生活，那时全身好似都浸透了必恭必敬随时准备服从那些也许并不值得你服从的人的精神。以后是半年军事学校的煎熬。是我活该永远当兵受苦，忍饥挨冻，体无完肤地过日子吗？No.为了安慰起见，给我在肩章上钉上了两颗小星，然后是三颗、四颗--于是一切都忘掉了！ ... 那么，我是不是至少保持了大学生的爱好自由精神呢？可是，这种精神我们从来就没有过。我们有的是爱好列队、爱好行军的精神。 记得很清楚，正是从军官学校开始，我感到了一种身为军人无须思考的简单化的喜悦；尝试按一般人的习俗、按我国军界的惯例生活的喜悦；把从童年时代养成的细腻感情一概忘却的喜悦。 在学校里我们经常吃不饱，所以总是东张西望，想在什么地方多弄到一块吃的，彼此死死地盯住--谁的手脚来得快。我们最怕的是等不到戴上军官领章（已经把没有学完的派到斯大林格勒城下去7）。而训练我们要像小野兽一样：尽量使我们憋一肚子火，好让我们以后想朝谁就朝谁发泄出来。我们经常睡不够觉--在熄灯后还会迫使单独一个人（在军士的口令下）做队列动作--这是作为一种惩罚。或者半夜里把整个然叫起来列队站在一只没有擦干净的靴子周围：瞧！他这个下贱坯，现在将把靴子擦到闪闪发光--你们都得站着看。 于是，在对军官领章的殷切期待中我们练就了老虎般的军官步态和发号施令的金属般的嗓音。 终于给拧上了军官领章！过了个把月，在后方编组炮兵连时，我已经逼迫我手下那个懒散的小兵别尔别涅夫熄灯后在木顺从我的军士梅特林的口令下正步走了（我已经忘记了这件事，几年来我把这些事真的统统忘掉了，现在写到笔头上我才想了起来……）。某个碰巧来检查工作的老上校把我叫去数落了一顿。我（还是上过大学的！）还辩解说：在军官学校里就是这样教我们的。那就是说，既然我们是在军队里，哪里还能有什么一般人的观念？ （在机关里就更不用说了……） 骄傲在心中增长起来，像猪身上的肥膘一样。