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Age 23; Russia, Moscow.
His whole life he was surprisingly kind and The loss of such a person and others no less significant to our country should not pass unnoted. PS: They died because those who occupy government posts, those specific persons who are supposed to protect the lives, health, and freedom of the taxpayers — they have an unprofessional attitude toward their responsibilities. According to the laws of our nation, when a person who commits a crime, or is an accessory to a crime, or does not provide timely assistance to the victim of an accident or a crime, then he is supposed to be punished. BUT WHEN? Written by his father, Andrei Gerasimov From 2002 to 2003, those who taught and went to school with Arkady created an album, titled: “About our Arkady”. The following is but a fraction of the materials from that album, which is available in full on the website of Moscow School #1314. *** 1992. First time in 8th Grade Together with my students, I crossed the threshold of the school for the first time. The students are so different! Arkady immediately attracted my attention: small, disheveled, and with a charmingly He was miraculously able to succeed. Somehow, all at once, he was among the favorites, and even though it is definitely not pedagogic, I could not hide my sympathies. He aspired to be and participate everywhere. He was interested in everything, and most importantly he was not afraid to ask questions. He wanted to understand everything. My favorite is Hare. When and why I called him that, I do not remember, but this appellation became for me, and for him, familiar and dear right away. And even in class he was called Hare. They say that nicknames are bad, that a person has a real name. Perhaps this is correct, but Hare did not offend Arkady. There was something “white and fluffy” in his attitude toward people, and this attracted them to him like a magnet. 1993. The first major act of an adult. Have you ever tried at age 14 to explain to an adult teacher that they are wrong? And have you ever had the courage to do so on behalf of the entire class? Honestly, I would not have been able to do this. But Arkashka could! None of the brightest students resolved to do this, only he did, dear Hare, and for the first time I realized that this person would never betray you during a difficult moment, that he was ready to bear you up. 1994 to 1995 I remember many outings. A waterlogged summer and our first attempts at kayaks. The first failures, but a great desire to learn how to operate this boat! Even back then, on these outings, Arkashka’s most valuable quality was manifested: he would get up before anyone else and make a fire. Whoever's been camping knows how hard it is in the morning to climb out of a nice, warm sleeping bag, and leave the tent and go out onto the dew. And even more dear than the warmth that a fire brings is that, which a Friend brings you. Hare was always ready to share his warmth, by tossing his jacket onto your shoulders, or saying a few words at a difficult moment, or by just smiling. 1996. Senior year I remember a feeling that I had nothing to do at work. If you do not count scribbling on paper, then as the class curator I did almost nothing. The boys were older, and they knew what to do and how to do it. They did not need a curator! And I distinctly remember how frightened I was at the thought that the day of In 11th Grade there was a free day when there was no class scheduled, but the guys came to visit me at my home and drank tea in my kitchen. That is where the real work took place, as I now understand. These Curatorial Fridays were scheduled far in advance. They would come in groups, or one by one, but always with some painful question. Hare was prepared to live in my kitchen on Perovo! He found everything interesting and important, but as always he would tactfully ask whether he was intruding if he came over to talk (especially if I was with someone). Then he would just come by later, if possible. And his first question was always: “Well, how are things? Do you need any help?” The saddest holiday was graduation night. If someone is dear to you, then you are afraid of losing him or her. I do not know how it happened, but I was afraid to lose them all! They had become family. Even though (in my mind) I understood that they were starting a new stage in life, one no less interesting, and that they would have new friends and eventually move away, I still did not want them to leave! All that summer, while they were taking their graduation exams, I was glued to the telephone, waiting for their scores and the results of their enrollments. I was particularly worried about the boys: they had military service hanging over their heads. But the summer ended and all 19 geniuses became college students, confirming their brilliance. It was the best gift for a curator. August, at the Lefortovo Stadium Irina Yevgenyevna and I are occupying ourselves with archery and do not expect to see anyone. Arkady suddenly appears, happily smiling and obviously plotting something. He solemnly announces that he is tired of the lack of a birthday for the Curator, and assigns it for today! On this occasion he gave me a gift — a charming little mouse with a heart, and he offers to celebrate this day. Two Irina's give a rapturous squeak, collect their things, and then Andrei drives up in his «Zaporozhets» to take us home. This is simply out of the realm of fantasy: we are all going in one group back to Perovo to put on a holiday! It was on August 20th, and ever since then I have a birthday that brings me joy, and this is only due to Hare. August 31st, before the new school year When the classroom was all tidied and mopped for September 1st, suddenly tears welled up in my eyes: tomorrow I will come to class and I will not see a smiling Hare? I do not know how this could be! I do not want this! September 1st, 1996, 8:30 in the morning Acidly I arrive at the school, giving everyone I meet a rubbery smile. I get to the 4th floor and walk into the classroom and there IN THE FRONT ROW SITS HARE SMILING WITH A HUGE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS! He was able to give people holidays. He created them out of a regular day and with his pure heart so that they always turned out the bright and cheerful. After High School They are gone! They stayed with me, sharing their joys and sorrows. They helped me to grow the next class! These words refer especially to the beloved trinity: Arkady, Andrei and Kostya. Gradually they changed from graduates into my true friends. They were always with me in difficult moments, and it was impossible to separate one from the other: they were one, indivisible trinity. They complemented each other so that they seemed to be one organism. And if for some reason one of them was not there, his absence was acutely felt. It was hard on all of us while Kostya was in the army, and so his discharge was a holiday for all of us. But each of them was an independent person. Arkashka had an amazingly well developed ability to see things through another's eyes. I never had to tell him that things were going bad. He could see it even when I was trying to hide it from eyes. Somehow he would quietly appear beside me and do what was needed, and then just as quietly vanish, as if nothing had ever happened. You could trust him with the most sensitive requests, knowing that, intuitively, he would do everything that needed doing, and better than anyone else. Hare became not just my friend, but a friend of my family as well. On those days when I was on duty on school and could not pick up Olga, after his studies at the institute he would pick her up at Kursk Street and take her home to Perovo. You have to agree that few would do this. And so he ended up with his own key to our apartment, and I was happy knowing that my daughter would be all right. If I needed to dig potatoes — Hare was ready to help. If I needed to pick apples — here too he was ready with a backpack and sacks. One autumn when I thought up a traditional class camping trip for a couple of days in the Moscow region, I asked: “Who wants to go to the forest?” I heard a When we were sitting there at the Dubrovka Theater, it was not scary because we were together. Hare as always told jokes and tried to bear us up. It was obvious that everything was very serious, and I thought that if we were destined to finish our earthly journey here, then we would all leave life together. It was scary, but it is not in our power to argue with destiny. But if it all were to end well, then we would all get out of there, and remember it later as only a bad dream. But fate decreed otherwise, just as I could never imagine in my very worst nightmare. WHY?? FOR WHAT?? They told me at the monastery that he was the most worthy of us all, and so the Lord called him. And that we needed to examine our lives in order to be worthy as well, and that this nightmare was a sign unto us that we have still not done the most important thing that must be done in this life. Written by Irina V. Chernina, school curator *** I knew Hare for a long time, probably, as long as I can remember. He was always our friend, and only now do I realize that my mother would never trust just anyone to pick me up at kindergarten. I always liked that it was not just my mom or dad who came for me, like the other children. Dryusha, Hare, Shura (Sasha Ryabov) and Crocodile (Kostya) came for me with a car! There were sometimes other guys, but rarely. Crocodile was very serious. He was silent and at first I was afraid of him (after all, one just does not call someone a crocodile), but I liked him. I was never afraid of Hare. He was so good, so cheerful, and always saying something funny. I called them all 'dad'. And when the other children asked who were all those people who came for me, I explained that all of them were my dads! My friends tried to prove to me that a child cannot have so many dads, but I tried to convince them that they could! And Hare was the best. Always, whenever I saw Hare, he was smiling, and I felt happy, too, despite the fact that just 5 minutes before he came I was sad. I remember one summer when my mother went out to Lefortovo with Irina, for archery practice. To be honest, I was bored with them. They were interesting, but I wanted to run away somewhere and my mom would not let me. When Hare came, I was very happy because now I knew that I would not be bored anymore. He told me funny stories and anecdotes, and time slipped by unnoticed. At the end of practice suddenly he asked if he could try archery, too. I was quite upset and thought that now he would forget all about me. But it was very fun. He was hilarious and commented on his feelings while stringing the bow, so much so that I laughed merrily. And then when we all went home, Hare proudly carried two bows on his shoulders, even though they were quite heavy. My mom called him her squire. If other graduates came to see my mother, they all tended to talk to her, but only Hare would look in on me in my room, and at times he would even play with me. For my birthday grandfather gave me a big crocodile, and I named him Koska in honor of one of my dads, and happily I showed it off to anyone who came by. It was really a wonderful crocodile! When Arkady saw it, he was completely delighted! I so much liked the way he played with him and laughed, just as if he was little, like me. He opened its mouth and snapped its teeth and growled. It was not scary. On the contrary, it was very fun and interesting. In October of 2002, when we went to see When at the beginning of the second act the shooting began, out of fear I clung to Arkady and clutched his arm. He hugged me and said: «Fear not, little bird. I'm with you. Everything will be all right.» But I was still scared, because I had never heard automatic fire before. So, hand in hand, we sat there until the terrorists announced that they were going to release the children. I did not want to leave, and I asked him: «Can I stay?» But he sent me to my mother. I snuck over to her and sat down on her knees and hugged her neck and said that I would not leave, that I was scared. But my mom said in a stern voice: «Go!» and literally pushed me away. When I was walking down to the stage I saw the women in black, and they had such scary eyes. We were led out of the auditorium in formation, and at this moment his words flashed into my head: “Fear not, little bird. I’m with you. Everything will be all right.” We were led out into the street, but we were not given our jackets. It was cold, but I did not notice. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I was thinking about all those who were still in the auditorium. We were met by a policeman and put into a police van so that we would not freeze. Some children were crying. The older ones tried to calm and somehow assist the younger children. After some time the van door opened and into the opening popped the head of Vovka Khoteenkov. I went outside to him, and he asked me: "Who was there in the auditorium, besides Irina Chernina? I listed everyone. He told me that they would not let me go with him, because they were releasing the children only to their relatives. Then Vovka called up my dad and sent me back into the van so that I would not freeze. After some time, he again looked into the van and said that my dad was coming for me. Soon reporters with cameras arrived. One of them gave us a piece of paper and asked us to write down our names and surnames while another at this time was filming us. Then the driver came, got into the van, and drove us somewhere. He unloaded us at a school where we had to wait for out parents. Almost everyone's parents had already arrived, but my dad had still not come. Finally I saw him, and I was very happy. He hugged me and I burst into tears, because I thought about my mother and the guys who were still there. After that an investigator interrogated me, and then Irina Yevgenyevna and Kostya picked us up and drove us home. At home we watched TV. To every command to go to bed, I answered that I could not sleep, but soon father sent me to bed anyway. The next day Katya (my best friend) and Sergei Leonidovich came to my home to visit. They told me that the whole school was worrying about my mom and the guys. Katya soothed me, and I told her how terrible it was there, and how Arkady said to me: “Fear not, little bird. I’m with you. Everything will be all right.” The next day instead of Katya, Sonia came over to bear me up, and she stayed overnight. The next morning Sonia and I woke up because Sanya looked into our room and said: “The theater has been stormed!” We ran to the kitchen to watch the news on TV. Then we rang up hospitals. We found mom first, and in my heart it felt a little easier. Then we found Andrei and I was almost relieved, confident that we would soon find Arkady. I remember how he told me: «Fear not, little bird. I'm with you. Everything will be all right.» The next day my mother came home. I was very happy, but we were all focused on finding Arkasha. The boys would not leave the phone and they would always be calling someone and passing on information. The list of hospitals got shorter and shorter, but somehow we still could not find him. For a long time I could not believe that he was no more. Even when they buried him, I could not believe that it was true. I thought that he was just sleeping, because he promised that everything would be all right. This summer me they sent me and some other children who were at Written by Olga Chernina, 9th grader *** My friend is sitting on the bench in class and swinging his legs. I do not know that his name is Arkady, or that his name will be Hare. He is my best friend, and all that I knew back then was that it was September 1st and we both had come to study at the school. My friend is studying the map and looking at the compass. Our whole class is sitting in a swamp. This is our first outing, and the class monitor knows that we could have chosen an easier path, but Hare chose the route. My friend is drawing. He draws men, monsters, and bunnies. It does not matter to him that this is a seminar on understanding the lectures of Gromyko. It does not matter, because no one understands them. My friend is chopping firewood. He likes to chop wood. He does it for fun, to relax, to recharge, and to unwind. He does it to get warm and so that everyone can get warm. So that it will be cozy. My friend sings. He sings loudly and with gusto. He can even sing the songs whose words I do not know. I love to sing with him. My friend opens the champagne. He does not know how to do it, none of us know how to open champagne — we only know that the cork has to fly out, while the wine, if possible, stays in the bottle or a glass. We are graduates and this is graduation night and we are having fun. My friend is fixing a car. We like to fix cars. We like to disassemble and reassemble various mechanisms, because, no matter what, we are boys. In our group there is no automobile that Hare could not fix. My friend is packing his rucksack. He is going camping in a large group, in a small group, in the company of close friends, and sometimes alone. He loves to walk, or kayak, or drive, to just outside of Moscow, or to the Caucasus, or to Karelia. We are getting ready to go to the Altai on a catamaran. My friend is drinking beer. Only with Hare do we get together to drink beer. Suddenly I realize that we have not seen each other in a while and that I have a free evening and I want to talk with him. He sits opposite me with a beer mug, and we are talking, talking about anything, about the weather, about cars, about camping, while in my heart there is warmth and calmness. My friend is working. Well, to tell the truth, he is doing my work. Sometimes he comes to my job and helps me when I am stuck. He likes what I do, and in my heart this makes me proud. My friend is laughing. He laughs easily, and joyfully. He finds jokes on the Internet and sends them to all his friends and relatives so that they too could have a good laugh. He finds a pretext for a joke even in the toughest of situations. I have seen him sad, and tired, but never does he lose his sense of humor. Sometimes I remember one of our outings: he is walking on freshly fallen snow, through thick branches, confidently and firmly. We are used to overcoming difficulties. He has died, and I have nothing with which to counter this. Written by Andrei Chulichkov, class of 1996. Views: 17086 |
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Arkady attended college, and after graduation he attended the finance academy and worked as an economist for one of the government agencies.
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