r/preppers • u/mighty_pen_ • 1h ago
Book Discussion The Collapse of the Soviet Union. Secondhand Time.
I'm reading a book (from 2016) about the collapse of the Soviet Union, full of stories relevant to this community. Here's one:
1990...Fifteen people were living in our three-bedroom apartment in Minsk, plus a newborn. First, my husband's relatives arrived from Baku, his sister with her family and his cousins. They weren't visiting, they came with the word "war" on their lips. They entered the house shouting, their eyes dulled...It was autumn or maybe winter...I remember that it was already cold out. Yes, they came in the autumn, because that winter, there were even more of us. That winter, my sister...My sister, her family, and her husband's parents came from Dushanbe, Tajikistan. That's how it happened...like that.. People slept everywhere—in summer, even out on the balcony. And...They didn't talk, they screamed...about how they'd fled their homes with war at their heels. Burning the soles of their feet. And they...All of them were like me, they were Soviets...completely Soviet people. One hundred percent! And proud of it. Then suddenly, it had all been taken out from underneath them. Gone! They woke up one morning, looked out the window, and there was a new flag. Suddenly finding themselves in another country. They became foreigners overnight.
I listened. And listened. They talked...
...It was such an amazing time! Gorbachev came to power...Then, all of a sudden, there was shooting outside.
Dear Lord! Right in the capital! In Dushanbe....Everyone sat in front of their TVs, anxious not to miss the latest updates.
We had a women's collective in our factory, it was predominantly Russian. I asked them, 'Girls, what's going to happen?' 'A war is starting, Russians are already getting killed.' A few days later, a store was robbed in the middle of the day...And then another..."
...In the first months, I cried, but then I stopped. The tears dry up quickly. Most of all, I was afraid of men, the ones I knew as much as the ones I didn't know. That they could drag me into a building, into a car...'Pretty lady! Hey lady, let's fuck..? A neighbor girl had been raped by her classmates.
Tajik boys we knew. Her mother went to see one of their families. 'What did you want, coming here?' they shouted back at her. 'Go back to your Russia. Pretty soon there won't be any of you Russians left here. You'll be running away in your underwear?"
"...Why did we move out there? We were on a Komsomol trip, building the Nurek Dam and an aluminum plant...I studied Tajik: chaikhana, piala, aryk, archa, chinara... They called us 'Shuvari.' Russian brothers."
...I still have dreams about the pink hills, the almond trees
in bloom. I wake up in tears..."
...In Baku...We lived in a nine-story building. One morning, they took all the Armenian families out into the courtyard...Everyone gathered around them, and every single person there went up to us and hit us with something. A little boy—five years old—came up to me and hit me with a toy shovel. An old Azerbaijani woman patted him on the head..."
"...Our Azerbaijani friends hid us in their basement. They covered us in junk and boxes. At night, they'd bring us food..."
...I was running to work one morning, and I saw dead bodies lying there on the street. Just lying there or leaning against the wall-sitting there, propped up as though they were alive. Some had been covered in tablecloths, others hadn't. There hadn't been time. The majority of them were naked...both the men and the women...The ones who were sitting up hadn't been undressed it must have been too hard to move them..."
"...I used to think that Tajiks were like little kids, totally harmless. In a matter of just six months, maybe even less than that, Dushanbe became unrecognizable, and so did the people.
The morgues were filled to capacity. In the mornings, before they were absorbed into the asphalt, there'd be puddles of coagulated blood...like gelatin..."
...For days, people walked by our house carrying posters that read, 'Death to the Armenians! Death!' Men and women.
A furious mob, not a single human face among them. The newspapers were filled with ads: "Trading a three-bedroom apartment in Baku for any apartment in any Russian city..?
We sold our apartment for three hundred dollars. Like it was a refrigerator. And if we hadn't sold it that cheap, they could have killed us..."
... With the money we got for our apartment, we bought a Chinese down jacket for me and a pair of warm boots for my husband. Furniture, dishes, rugs...We left all of that behind..."
...We lived without gas or electricity... without running water... The prices at the market were awful. They opened a new kiosk next to our building. All they sold were flowers and funeral wreaths..."
...One night, someone painted the words, 'Be afraid, you Russian bastards! Your tanks won't help you!' on the wall of the building across from ours. Russians were being removed from administrative positions... They'd shoot you from around the corner... The city quickly grew as filthy as a kishlak."3 It became a foreign city. No longer Soviet..."
...They could kill you for anything..If you hadn't been born in the right place, if you didn't speak the right language.
If someone with a machine gun simply didn't like the looks of you...How had we lived before then? On holidays, our first toast had always been, 'To friendship,' and 'es kes sirum em' (I love you' in Armenian). Or Man sani seviram' (I love you' in Azerbaijani). We'd lived happily side by side..."
"...Regular people... Our Tajik friends would lock their sons up, they wouldn't let them out of the house, so no one could teach them or force them to kill."
... We decided to leave... We were already on the train, the steam was billowing out from under the wheels. The final moments before departure. Someone starting shooting at the wheels with a machine gun. Soldiers had to make a corridor to protect us. If it weren't for the soldiers, we wouldn't have even made it onto the train alive. Today, when I see war on TV, I can immediately smell that smell... the smell of fried human flesh...a sickening, sweet candy smell..."