One day, on a warm September day, my father and I went to visit his good acquaintance - the former deputy head of the Khabarovsk police department, Pavel Sigismundovich Shelutinsky, who, now retired, worked as an archivist in the Department of Internal Affairs of the region. "Guys, I have such a criminal case in the archive, from which your hair" will stand on end "! - cheerfully told us Shelutinsky. - This - the case of Private Terekhov, who moved from 1941 to 1948! It's just some kind of mysticism! "He gave us to read this unique case, from which my father and I really had hair on his head. This story occurred in July 1941 near Orsha. During the reconnaissance, private Terekhov's battle was stunned by the explosion of mines, after which he came to his senses already in the German dug-out. Seeing the enemy machine-gunner, he immediately attacked him. Enraged by the act of captive the Germans decided to shoot him. When the soldier was led to the nearest forest, the unexpected sky lit up with dazzling light and a shrill whistle was heard. Opening his eyes, the Soviet soldier discovered that he was lying on the green grass among the trees, and next to his guards, unconscious. He quickly assembled their submachine guns, pushed them through, ordered them to raise their hands up, led the Germans in the direction where our unit was supposed to be. Soon, to Terekhov's amazement, the forest was over, and on the road he saw an approaching cart in which sat an old man and a girl.
"Hello, Father!" The soldier greeted them as they approached quite close. "Our far?" I've been in trouble, yes, you see, I've got out, I've been leading three reptiles.
At these words the old man opened his eyes, began to baptize fiercely and inartically moo.
"Are you deaf and dumb?" The rank-and-file asked sympathetically. Then the girl came to the rescue, saying that he was with the captured Germans in the ... Far East, and in the courtyard - the summer ... 1948 ... And then almost froze Terekhov ...
The Enkevedists, suspecting some sort of provocation, carefully studied the file of the soldier and found that he had actually participated in the ill-fated reconnaissance fight at Orsha and then was listed as missing. In Vladivostok, several soldiers were summoned from the unit in which Terekhov served. They identified their colleague and noted with surprise that in the past seven years he had not changed and looked as if he had been "spirited." Tireless Chekists in one of the camps for prisoners of war on the Volga found an officer from a company in which soldiers of the Wehrmacht, captured by Terekhov, served in 1941. He confirmed their testimony.
Despite the fact that the investigation was conducted for a long time by the best "experts", to answer the question of how the Soviet soldier along with the three Germans "transferred" to the Far East, and where all four were for 7 years, it was not possible. In the end, the case was closed: the Germans were sent to the camp for prisoners, and Terekhov was ordered to hold his tongue tightly, which he did for more than 50 years. Such amazing stories happened to me in my first, most interesting and memorable, visit to Khabarovsk - a wonderful city on the great Amur, which became for me the second Russian family, very dear and spiritually close to me.
In July 1985, hiding from the ubiquitous "Faker" San Palych Vlasov, Oleg Korobkov and I arrived at the Altay camp site, located in a picturesque corner of the ancient "merchant" city of Biysk. Arriving on the spot, I had to decide urgently - on what, all the same, the route to conduct "dummies" - tourists. On the eve, in April, I, as expected, "in the adult", completed additional university courses of the Faculty of Public Professions (FOP) for instructors in mountain tourism, and in May passed the most real "spetsnaz" training in the tourist center "Katun" under the leadership Known in the Altai super professional in the tourist business of Sergei Zyablitsy. For us, "Dummies", this person was charismatic and extraordinary in every sense. In 1980, Sergei, along with his future wife, successfully graduated from the Faculty of Law of ASU, but, naturally, he did not work in his specialty, but devoted himself entirely to his favorite business - tourism, which was betrayed to absolute fanaticism, and in which he excelled extremely, In the tourist world. By the way, at the present time the Zyablitskiye spouses are successful masters of a very decent tourist complex in the village of Manzherok, which is in the Mayminsky district of the Altai Republic, which was once dedicated to his famous song by the famous Soviet composer Oskar Feltsman. Zyablitsky taught us, future instructors in mountain tourism, a real spetsnaz school of survival in the taiga, and then organized such "epoch-making", such a memorable ascent for us - descent in full climbing equipment into the crater of an extinct volcano on Mount Lukovka (there, at the bottom of this crater , We were met by such a fantastic spectacle that it is simply impossible to convey words in words - ready-made scenery for the film based on the novel by Jules Verne!), So "I was eager to fight" to apply my theoretical knowledge in practice in full. At the same time, I always envied the "white" envy of Oleg, who by that time was already a seasoned "tourist" and drove "dummies" along the most difficult walking
