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Sorokin Alexander Grigorievich (1901-1957) - military leader of the Soviet Union, a brave and brave man.
Modern history
Not long ago in 2005, in the administrative center of the Altai Territory, in an abandoned old cemetery, hidden in the shade of tree bushes and overgrown with perennial tall grass, a group of enthusiastic schoolchildren were cleaning up the mess and discovered the grave of an unknown officer with the rank of major general.
The administration of the school where the children studied reported the unknown burial to the authorities. The necessary examinations and studies were carried out, which established that the grave belonged to the military commissar of the Altai Territory. Alexander Sorokin, a major in his youth, who reached the high rank of major general (or assistant general), had no relatives, so his burial place was abandoned and forgotten.
Now a monument has been erected over the grave of the brave man, and volunteers from School No. 54 regularly care for the monument.
Childhood
Sorokin Alexander, whose biography originates in the small village of Nizhnee Sancheleevo (Samara province), was born in 1901 in a large family. The boy's parents were ordinary peasants, so he encountered poverty and need from infancy. From early childhood, Sasha knew hard work and hardships, saw a lot of grief and suffering, injustice and prejudice.
First battles
The young man greeted the October Revolution with joy and hope. The slogans of the commune were pleasant and inspired peace and tranquility. They brought relief and prosperity to people and gave them strength in the struggle for the future.
In 1936, an experienced officer completed the six-month Shot course, dedicated to improving infantry command personnel. The courses study shooting, as well as tactical and fire training.
Four years later, Alexander Sorokin received his education in absentia at the highest military educational institution of the USSR - the Frunze Academy. He becomes the head of one of the departments of the Pacific Fleet headquarters.
The Great Patriotic War
The events of August 1941 change the place of service of the brave officer. He receives the position of commander of a fortified sector in the rear. For his courage and ingenuity, Alexander Grigorievich Sorokin receives the rank of major general and a new appointment - commandant of the Artemovsk coastal defense sector. It was one of the main bases of the Primorsky Fleet.
A little later, the newly appointed assistant general was transferred to the Vladivostok defensive line of the Pacific Fleet.
During the Great Patriotic War, Alexander Sorokin received several awards and orders. His personal file and references are replete with truthful, valiant praise. They note the major general’s high organizational and mentoring abilities, his life wisdom and fearlessness. The naval base, commanded by an experienced officer, is considered the best among other Pacific coastal defense bases. The courage and dedication that distinguished A. Sorokin and with which he inspired his subordinates positively influence the outcome of many battles and defensive actions.
Life after the war
Beginning in 1946, Alexander Grigorievich was seconded to the Transcaucasian Military District (Tbilisi), where he served as commandant of one of the fortified areas for a year. Then he commanded a machine-gun and artillery brigade.
Ranks and awards did not turn the head of the brave major general. He understood that in order to improve military skills and leadership qualities, he must constantly improve his qualifications. In 1948, the military man took courses to improve command personnel at the Academy named after Mikhail Vasilyevich Frunze, already familiar to him. Six years later, Alexander Sorokin graduates from another course, this time located at the Klim Voroshilov Higher Academy in Moscow.
All this time, Alexander Grigorievich held responsible leadership positions. For example, he commanded a separate rifle brigade, then a division.
Altai assignment
At the age of fifty-three, the selfless major general was seconded to the southeast of Western Siberia, namely to the Altai Territory. The climate of this region is sharply continental, characterized by significant contrasts in weather conditions. Strong, frequent winds and severe frosty winters prevail, but summers in the area are comfortable and moderately humid. It was here, among the forest-steppe expanses, giving way to deep picturesque ravines, that Sorokin Alexander Grigorievich served as a military commissar, where he performed important military and civil-political duties:
- prepared young people for military service;
- was responsible for carrying out mobilization;
- kept records of the population and household supplies;
- carried out the necessary defensive measures.
Despite his heroic military past, Alexander Sorokin was active in civil and social activities. He was a member of the executive committee and a deputy of the Altai Workers' Council.
Alexander Grigorievich died in Barnaul (the administrative center of the Altai Territory) at the age of fifty-six. There is still a lot he hasn’t managed to do and implement.
He was buried at the Bulyginsko-Kirovsky cemetery.
Born the ninth child in the family. Since childhood I dreamed of serving in the army. In 1968, he graduated with honors from the Baku Higher Combined Arms School, after which he was assigned to the Group of Soviet Forces in Germany, where he served in various political positions.
In 1980 he graduated from the Military-Political Academy. V.I. Lenin.
From 1987 to 1992, he served as deputy commander of the 7th Guards Army, stationed in Armenia, and took part in eliminating the consequences of the Spitak earthquake. From 1992 to 1996 he served as military commissar of the Kostroma region.
From 1996 to 2000, Mikhail Sorokin was the chief military commissar of the city of Moscow.
After retiring, he took up a political career. In 2001, he held the position of Deputy Head of the Personnel and Civil Service Department of the Office of the Federation Council of the Federal Assembly of the Russian Federation.
In November 2001, he became a representative in the Federation Council of the Federal Assembly of the Russian Federation from the Novgorod Regional Duma. He is a member of the Committee on Industrial Policy, Deputy Chairman of the Commission for Monitoring the Activities of the Federation Council, and a member of the Commission for Interaction with the Accounts Chamber of the Russian Federation. The powers of a member of the Federation Council expire in October 2011.
In 1999 he graduated from the Russian Academy of Public Administration under the President of the Russian Federation.
In 2005 he graduated from Novgorod State University. Yaroslav the Wise.
Married, has two sons, the eldest of whom also chose a military career. Candidate for master of sports in military orienteering.
Awards
- Order of Military Merit
- Order of Honor - Decree of the President of the Russian Federation No. 635 of June 22, 2006
- Order of the Red Star
- Order "For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR" 3rd class
Soviet military leader, participant in the Great Patriotic War, army general. Honorary citizen of the city of Zhitomir.
Born into a peasant family. He received secondary education and was drafted into the Red Army in September 1941.
His wife Lydia Zakharovna is also a participant in the Great Patriotic War. He raised his son Yuri, who also served in the army for a long time (born 1948), and daughter Galina (born 1953).
Retired in 1992. Twice elected deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR.
Lived in Moscow. Drafted into the Red Army in September 1941. Completed training at the Gorky School of Radio Specialists. He ended up at the front in January 1942 in the ranks of the 5th Cavalry Corps and took part in the Barvenkovo-Lozovsky operation. In June 1942, he was wounded in the battles on the Seversky Donets.
After recovery, he was sent to short-term shooting and tactical courses for command staff “Vystrel”. Upon graduation in February 1943, he was appointed company commander of the 330th Infantry Regiment of the 176th Infantry Division on the North Caucasus Front. Together with the regiment, he took part in the landing operation on Malaya Zemlya, during which he was wounded for the second time. After the end of the operation, the division was reorganized into the 129th Guards Rifle Division.
Upon recovery, he was sent to the 1st Ukrainian Front. In November 1943, in the battles near Zhitomir during the liberation of the village of Studenitsa, he served as battalion commander. The battalion under his command secretly advanced the battalion and suddenly attacked the enemy, successfully occupying the village. For this battle he was nominated for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union, but was awarded only the Order of Lenin.
In the battles in the Carpathians, the battalion, after artillery preparation, without a single loss, captured one of the dominant heights that prevented the capture of the Russian Pass. For this operation he was awarded the Order of Alexander Nevsky.
The war for the battalion commander of the guard major ended on the approach to Prague. By the end of the war, his division was called the 129th Guards Red Banner Order of Suvorov Zhitomir Rifle Division. During the war he himself was wounded three times and awarded five military orders.
Since August 1945 he has commanded a separate training battalion. From 1946 to 1949 he studied at the Military Academy named after M.V. Frunze.
After graduating from the academy, he becomes the commander of a separate training battalion of the 106th Guards Airborne Division. A year later, in December 1950, he became commander of the 331st Guards Parachute Regiment of the 105th Guards Airborne Division, located in Kostroma. In 1955 he became deputy division commander.
Since 1957 - commander of the 98th Guards Airborne Division, based in the Far East.
In 1962, already with the rank of major general, he entered the Military Academy of the General Staff, after which in 1965 he was appointed deputy commander of the Airborne Forces for combat training, and in 1966 - first deputy commander of the Airborne Forces.
Since the end of 1969, the lieutenant general was appointed first deputy commander of the Southern Group of Forces on the territory of Hungary. Since August 1972, he becomes commander of the 2nd Guards Tank Army of the Group of Soviet Forces in Germany. Since August 1974, he has served as first deputy commander of the Far Eastern Military District.
From October 1976 to November 1981, Colonel General - Commander of the Leningrad Military District.
In November 1981, he went to Afghanistan as the Chief Military Advisor. He was awarded the military rank of Army General by decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR on November 4, 1981. In September 1984, he became First Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Western Direction, and in 1987 he became Deputy Minister of Defense of the USSR - Chief Inspector of the USSR Ministry of Defense. Since 1992 - retired.
Awarded: Order "For Services to the Fatherland" 3rd degree, three Orders of Lenin, two Orders of the Red Banner, Order of Alexander Nevsky, two Orders of the Patriotic War 1st degree, two Orders of the Red Star, Order "For Service to the Motherland in the Armed Forces of the USSR" » 3rd degree, Order of the Badge of Honor, medals of the Soviet Union, orders and medals of foreign countries.
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Mikhail Ivanovich Sorokin(June 1, 1922, Nikolskoye, now Gaginsky district, Nizhny Novgorod region - February 22, Moscow) - Soviet military leader, participant in the Great Patriotic War, army general.
Biography
Born into a peasant family. He received secondary education and was drafted into the Red Army in September 1941.
Lived in Moscow.
Military service
Drafted into the Red Army in September 1941. Completed training at the Gorky School of Radio Specialists. He ended up at the front in January 1942 in the ranks of the 5th Cavalry Corps and took part in the Barvenkovo-Lozovsky operation. In June 1942, Mikhail Sorokin was wounded in the battles on the Seversky Donets.
After recovery, he was sent to short-term shooting and tactical courses for command staff “Vystrel”. Upon graduation in February 1943, he was appointed company commander of the 330th Infantry Regiment of the 176th Infantry Division on the North Caucasus Front. Together with the regiment, he took part in the landing operation on Malaya Zemlya, during which he was wounded for the second time. After the end of the operation, the division was reorganized into the 129th Guards Rifle Division.
For the commander of the guard battalion, Major Mikhail Sorokin, the war ended on the approach to Prague. By the end of the war, his division was called the 129th Guards Red Banner Order of Suvorov Zhitomir Rifle Division. Sorokin himself was wounded three times during the war years and awarded five military orders.
After graduating from the academy, Sorokin becomes the commander of a separate training battalion of the 106th Guards Airborne Division. A year later, in December 1950, Sorokin became commander of the 331st Guards Parachute Regiment of the 105th Guards Airborne Division, stationed in Kostroma. In 1955 he became deputy division commander.
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- To which house? - asked the coachman.- Yes, over there at the end, how can you not see! This is our home,” said Rostov, “after all, this is our home!” Denisov! Denisov! We'll come now.
Denisov raised his head, cleared his throat and did not answer.
“Dmitry,” Rostov turned to the footman in the irradiation room. - After all, this is our fire?
“That’s exactly how daddy’s office is lit up.”
– Haven’t gone to bed yet? A? How do you think? “Don’t forget to get me a new Hungarian at once,” Rostov added, feeling the new mustache. “Come on, let’s go,” he shouted to the coachman. “Wake up, Vasya,” he turned to Denisov, who lowered his head again. - Come on, let's go, three rubles for vodka, let's go! - Rostov shouted when the sleigh was already three houses away from the entrance. It seemed to him that the horses were not moving. Finally the sleigh took to the right towards the entrance; Above his head, Rostov saw a familiar cornice with chipped plaster, a porch, a sidewalk pillar. He jumped out of the sleigh as he walked and ran into the hallway. The house also stood motionless, unwelcoming, as if it did not care about who came to it. There was no one in the hallway. "My God! is everything alright? thought Rostov, stopping for a minute with a sinking heart and immediately starting to run further along the entryway and familiar, crooked steps. The same door handle of the castle, for the uncleanness of which the countess was angry, also opened weakly. One tallow candle was burning in the hallway.
Old man Mikhail was sleeping on the chest. Prokofy, the traveling footman, the one who was so strong that he could lift the carriage by the back, sat and knitted bast shoes from the edges. He looked at the opened door, and his indifferent, sleepy expression suddenly transformed into an enthusiastically frightened one.
- Fathers, lights! Young Count! – he cried out, recognizing the young master. - What is this? My darling! - And Prokofy, shaking with excitement, rushed to the door to the living room, probably to make an announcement, but apparently changed his mind again, returned back and fell on the young master’s shoulder.
-Are you healthy? - Rostov asked, pulling his hand away from him.
- God bless! All glory to God! We just ate it now! Let me look at you, Your Excellency!
- Is everything all right?
- Thank God, thank God!
Rostov, completely forgetting about Denisov, not wanting to let anyone warn him, took off his fur coat and ran on tiptoe into the dark, large hall. Everything is the same, the same card tables, the same chandelier in a case; but someone had already seen the young master, and before he had time to reach the living room, something quickly, like a storm, flew out of the side door and hugged and began to kiss him. Another, third, same creature jumped out of another, third door; more hugs, more kisses, more screams, tears of joy. He couldn’t make out where and who dad was, who was Natasha, who was Petya. Everyone was screaming, talking and kissing him at the same time. Only his mother was not among them - he remembered that.
- I didn’t know... Nikolushka... my friend!
- Here he is... ours... My friend, Kolya... He has changed! No candles! Tea!
- Yes, kiss me!
- Darling... and then me.
Sonya, Natasha, Petya, Anna Mikhailovna, Vera, the old count, hugged him; and people and maids, filling the rooms, muttered and gasped.
Petya hung on his legs. - And then me! - he shouted. Natasha, after she had bent him to her and kissed his whole face, jumped away from him and holding onto the hem of his Hungarian jacket, jumped like a goat all in one place and squealed shrilly.
On all sides there were eyes shining with tears of joy, loving eyes, on all sides there were lips seeking a kiss.
Sonya, red as red, also held his hand and was all beaming in the blissful gaze fixed on his eyes, which she was waiting for. Sonya was already 16 years old, and she was very beautiful, especially at this moment of happy, enthusiastic animation. She looked at him without taking her eyes off, smiling and holding her breath. He looked at her gratefully; but still waited and looked for someone. The old countess had not come out yet. And then steps were heard at the door. The steps are so fast that they couldn't be his mother's.
But it was she in a new dress, still unfamiliar to him, sewn without him. Everyone left him and he ran to her. When they came together, she fell on his chest, sobbing. She could not raise her face and only pressed it to the cold strings of his Hungarian. Denisov, unnoticed by anyone, entered the room, stood right there and, looking at them, rubbed his eyes.
“Vasily Denisov, a friend of your son,” he said, introducing himself to the count, who was looking at him questioningly.
- Welcome. I know, I know,” said the count, kissing and hugging Denisov. - Nikolushka wrote... Natasha, Vera, here he is Denisov.
The same happy, enthusiastic faces turned to the shaggy figure of Denisov and surrounded him.
- Darling, Denisov! - Natasha squealed, not remembering herself with delight, jumped up to him, hugged and kissed him. Everyone was embarrassed by Natasha's action. Denisov also blushed, but smiled and took Natasha’s hand and kissed it.
Denisov was taken to the room prepared for him, and the Rostovs all gathered in the sofa near Nikolushka.
The old countess, without letting go of his hand, which she kissed every minute, sat next to him; the rest, crowding around them, caught his every movement, word, glance, and did not take their rapturously loving eyes off him. The brother and sisters argued and grabbed each other's places closer to him, and fought over who should bring him tea, a scarf, a pipe.
Rostov was very happy with the love that was shown to him; but the first minute of his meeting was so blissful that his present happiness seemed not enough to him, and he kept waiting for something else, and more, and more.
The next morning, the visitors slept from the road until 10 o'clock.
In the previous room there were scattered sabers, bags, tanks, open suitcases, and dirty boots. The cleaned two pairs with spurs had just been placed against the wall. Servants brought washbasins, hot water for shaving, and cleaned dresses. It smelled of tobacco and men.
- Hey, G"ishka, t"ubku! – Vaska Denisov’s hoarse voice shouted. - Rostov, get up!
Rostov, rubbing his drooping eyes, raised his confused head from the hot pillow.
- Why is it late? “It’s late, it’s 10 o’clock,” Natasha’s voice answered, and in the next room the rustling of starched dresses, the whispering and laughter of girls’ voices was heard, and something blue, ribbons, black hair and cheerful faces flashed through the slightly open door. It was Natasha with Sonya and Petya, who came to see if he was up.
- Nikolenka, get up! – Natasha’s voice was heard again at the door.
- Now!
At this time, Petya, in the first room, saw and grabbed the sabers, and experiencing the delight that boys experience at the sight of a warlike older brother, and forgetting that it was indecent for sisters to see undressed men, opened the door.
- Is this your saber? - he shouted. The girls jumped back. Denisov, with frightened eyes, hid his furry legs in a blanket, looking back at his comrade for help. The door let Petya through and closed again. Laughter was heard from behind the door.
“Nikolenka, come out in your dressing gown,” said Natasha’s voice.
- Is this your saber? - Petya asked, - or is it yours? - He addressed the mustachioed, black Denisov with obsequious respect.
Rostov hastily put on his shoes, put on his robe and went out. Natasha put on one boot with a spur and climbed into the other. Sonya was spinning and was just about to puff up her dress and sit down when he came out. Both were wearing the same brand new blue dresses - fresh, rosy, cheerful. Sonya ran away, and Natasha, taking her brother by the arm, led him to the sofa, and they began to talk. They did not have time to ask each other and answer questions about thousands of little things that could only interest them alone. Natasha laughed at every word that he said and that she said, not because what they said was funny, but because she was having fun and was unable to contain her joy, which was expressed by laughter.
- Oh, how good, great! – she condemned everything. Rostov felt how, under the influence of the hot rays of love, for the first time in a year and a half, that childish smile blossomed on his soul and face, which he had never smiled since he left home.
“No, listen,” she said, “are you completely a man now?” I'm terribly glad that you are my brother. “She touched his mustache. - I want to know what kind of men you are? Are they like us? No?
- Why did Sonya run away? - asked Rostov.
- Yes. That's another whole story! How will you talk to Sonya? You or you?
“As it will happen,” said Rostov.
– Tell her, please, I’ll tell you later.
- So what?
- Well, I’ll tell you now. You know that Sonya is my friend, such a friend that I would burn my hand for her. Look at this. - She rolled up her muslin sleeve and showed a red mark on her long, thin and delicate arm under the shoulder, much above the elbow (in a place that is sometimes covered by ball gowns).
“I burned this to prove my love to her.” I just lit the ruler on fire and pressed it down.
Sitting in his former classroom, on the sofa with cushions on his arms, and looking into those desperately animated eyes of Natasha, Rostov again entered that family, children's world, which had no meaning for anyone except for him, but which gave him some of the best pleasures in life; and burning his hand with a ruler to show love did not seem useless to him: he understood and was not surprised by it.
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Mikhail Ivanovich Sorokin(June 1, 1922, Nikolskoye, now Gaginsky district, Nizhny Novgorod region - February 22, Moscow) - Soviet military leader, participant in the Great Patriotic War, army general.
Biography
Born into a peasant family. He received secondary education and was drafted into the Red Army in September 1941.
Lived in Moscow.
Military service
Drafted into the Red Army in September 1941. Completed training at the Gorky School of Radio Specialists. He ended up at the front in January 1942 in the ranks of the 5th Cavalry Corps and took part in the Barvenkovo-Lozovsky operation. In June 1942, Mikhail Sorokin was wounded in the battles on the Seversky Donets.
After recovery, he was sent to short-term shooting and tactical courses for command staff “Vystrel”. Upon graduation in February 1943, he was appointed company commander of the 330th Infantry Regiment of the 176th Infantry Division on the North Caucasus Front. Together with the regiment, he took part in the landing operation on Malaya Zemlya, during which he was wounded for the second time. After the end of the operation, the division was reorganized into the 129th Guards Rifle Division.
For the commander of the guard battalion, Major Mikhail Sorokin, the war ended on the approach to Prague. By the end of the war, his division was called the 129th Guards Red Banner Order of Suvorov Zhitomir Rifle Division. Sorokin himself was wounded three times during the war years and awarded five military orders.
After graduating from the academy, Sorokin becomes the commander of a separate training battalion of the 106th Guards Airborne Division. A year later, in December 1950, Sorokin became commander of the 331st Guards Parachute Regiment of the 105th Guards Airborne Division, stationed in Kostroma. In 1955 he became deputy division commander.
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- Oh, not here, but “above”! – my friend corrected me, laughing. “We definitely wouldn’t come back here, would we?”“Yes, I think this will be enough for a long time... At least for me...” I shuddered from the recent memories.
- You must leave here. “The young man said again softly, but more insistently. - Now.
A sparkling “path” stretched from him and ran straight into the luminous tunnel. We were literally pulled in without even having time to take a single step, and after a moment we found ourselves in the same transparent world in which we found our round Leah and her mother.
- Mom, mommy, daddy is back! And Great too!.. - little Leah rolled head over heels towards us, tightly clutching the red dragon to her chest.. Her round little face shone like the sun, and she herself, unable to contain her wild happiness, rushed to her dad and, hanging on him neck, squealing with delight.
I was happy for this family that had found each other, and a little sad for all my dead “guests” who came on earth for help, who could no longer hug each other as joyfully, since they did not belong to the same worlds.. .
- Oh, daddy, here you are! I thought you were missing! And you took it and found it! That's good! – the radiant little girl squealed with happiness.
Suddenly a cloud flew over her happy face, and it became very sad... And in a completely different voice the little girl turned to Stella:
– Dear girls, thank you for dad! And for my brother, of course! Are you going to leave now? Will you come back someday? Here's your little dragon, please! He was very good, and he loved me very, very much... - it seemed that right now poor Leah would burst into tears, so badly she wanted to hold this cute marvelous dragon just a little longer!.. And he was about to be taken away and there will be no more...
– Do you want him to stay with you some more? And when we return, will you give it back to us? – Stella took pity on the little girl.
Leah was at first stunned by the unexpected happiness that had fallen on her, and then, unable to say anything, she nodded her head so strongly that it almost threatened to fall off...
Having said goodbye to the joyful family, we moved on.
It was incredibly pleasant to feel safe again, to see the same joyful light filling everything around, and not be afraid of being unexpectedly grabbed by some kind of terrible nightmare...
– Do you want to take another walk? – Stella asked in a completely fresh voice.
The temptation, of course, was great, but I was already so tired that even if the greatest miracle on earth seemed to me now, I probably wouldn’t be able to truly enjoy it...
- Well, okay, another time! – Stella laughed. - I am also tired.
And then, somehow, our cemetery appeared again, where, on the same bench, our grandmothers were sitting side by side...
“Do you want me to show you something?” Stella asked quietly.
And suddenly, instead of the grandmothers, incredibly beautiful, brightly shining beings appeared... Both had amazing stars sparkling on their chests, and Stella’s grandmother had an amazing miracle crown sparkling and shimmering on her head...
– It’s them... You wanted to see them, didn’t you? – I nodded dumbfoundedly. – Just don’t say that I showed you, let them do it themselves.
“Well, now I have to go...” the little girl whispered sadly. - I can’t go with you... I can’t go there anymore...
- I will definitely come to you! Many, many more times! – I promised with all my heart.
And the little girl looked after me with her warm, sad eyes, and seemed to understand everything... Everything that I was unable to tell her in our simple words.
All the way home from the cemetery, I was sulking at my grandmother for no reason, and, moreover, angry at myself for it... I looked very much like a ruffled sparrow, and my grandmother saw this perfectly well, which, naturally, irritated me even more and forced me to crawl deeper into my “safe shell”.... Most likely, it was just my childhood resentment that was raging because, as it turned out, she was hiding a lot from me and had not yet taught me anything, apparently considering me unworthy or incapable of more. And although my inner voice told me that I was completely and completely wrong here, I could not calm down and look at everything from the outside, as I did before, when I thought that I could be wrong...
Finally, my impatient soul was unable to withstand the silence any longer...
- Well, what did you talk about for so long? If, of course, I can know this...” I muttered offendedly.
“We didn’t talk, we thought,” the grandmother answered calmly, smiling.
It seemed like she was simply teasing me in order to provoke me into some actions that she alone understood...
- Well, then, what were you “thinking” about together? - and then, unable to bear it, she blurted out: - Why does Grandma teach Stella, but you don’t teach me?!.. Or do you think that I’m not capable of anything else?
“Well, first of all, stop boiling, otherwise steam will start coming out soon...” Grandma said calmly again. - And, secondly, - Stella still has a long way to go to reach you. And what do you want me to teach you, if even what you have, you haven’t quite figured it out yet?.. Figure it out - then we’ll talk.
I stared at my grandmother in a daze, as if I was seeing her for the first time... How is it that Stella is so far from me?! She does this!.. She knows so much!.. And what about me? If she did anything, she just helped someone. And I don’t know anything else.
My grandmother saw my complete confusion, but didn’t help at all, apparently believing that I had to go through this myself, and from the unexpected “positive” shock, all my thoughts went tumbling awry, and, unable to think soberly, I just I looked at her with big eyes and could not recover from the “killer” news that fell on me...
– What about the “floors”?.. I couldn’t get there myself?.. It was Stella’s grandmother who showed them to me! – I still stubbornly did not give up.
“Well, that’s why I showed it so that I could try it myself,” the grandmother stated an “indisputable” fact.
“Can I go there myself?!..” I asked dumbfounded.
- Surely! This is the simplest thing you can do. You just don't believe in yourself, that's why you don't try...
– I’m not trying?!.. – I was already choked by such terrible injustice... – All I do is try! But maybe not...
Suddenly I remembered how Stella repeated many, many times that I could do much more... But I can - what?!.. I had no idea what they were all talking about, but now I felt that I was beginning to calm down a little and think , which always helped me in any difficult circumstances. Life suddenly seemed not so unfair at all, and I gradually began to come to life...
Inspired by the positive news, all the following days I, of course, “tried”... Not sparing myself at all, and torturing my already exhausted physical body to pieces, I went to the “floors” dozens of times, not yet showing myself to Stella , because I wanted to give her a pleasant surprise, but at the same time not lose face by making some stupid mistake.
But finally, I decided to stop hiding and decided to visit my little friend.
“Oh, is it you?!..” a familiar voice immediately began to sound like happy bells. – Is it really you?! How did you come here?.. Did you come on your own?
Questions, as always, poured out of her like a hail, her cheerful face was shining, and it was a sincere pleasure for me to see this bright, fountain-like joy of hers.
- Well, shall we go for a walk? – I asked, smiling.
And Stella still couldn’t calm down from happiness that I managed to come on my own, and that now we can meet whenever we want and even without outside help!
“You see, I told you that you can do more!..” the little girl chirped happily. - Well, now everything is fine, now we don’t need anyone! Oh, it’s really good that you came, I wanted to show you something and was really looking forward to seeing you. But for this we will have to walk to a place that is not very pleasant...
– Do you mean “downstairs”? – Having understood what she was talking about, I immediately asked.
Stella nodded.
– What did you lose there?
“Oh, I didn’t lose it, I found it!” the little girl exclaimed victoriously. – Do you remember how I told you that there were good beings there, but you didn’t believe me then?
Frankly speaking, I didn’t really believe it even now, but, not wanting to offend my happy friend, I nodded in agreement.
“Well, now you’ll believe it!” Stella said contentedly. - Went?
This time, apparently having already gained some experience, we easily “slipped” down the “floors”, and I again saw a depressing picture, very similar to those seen before...
Some kind of black, stinking slurry was slurping underfoot, and streams of muddy, reddish water flowed from it... The scarlet sky darkened, blazing with bloody reflections of the glow, and, still hanging very low, drove somewhere a crimson mass of heavy clouds. .. And those, not giving in, hung heavy, swollen, pregnant, threatening to give birth to a terrible, sweeping waterfall... From time to time, a wall of brown-red, opaque water burst out of them with a resounding roar, hitting the ground so hard that it seemed - the sky is collapsing...
