Almost not invented story about episodes of life of "the thief-the lawyer" who considered himself the last of "the correct"...
...Now for a long time he sat motionless, staring unblinking gaze somewhere at one point – in the light and is also a fixed point deep inside. He looked at her, knowing what was in her, but as if weighing it all over again. And for the last time. And this point was his ideas. His ideas – with what he lived his life and what is now going away.
... He rested all the spirit of conviction, with the first of his juvenile salable ideological "denied", many have long been prevented. Not only "godfathers", but also many of equal. Today's thieves-legalists, the overwhelming majority of its wanton without measure, did not want to live right and to observe the order and wanted a three-story palaces and golden chains for the necks of the bull... And he did not understand and could not accept such things.
Attempts of the last conversation with him even some their high garbage superiors gave them nothing. Also they have long since given up trying to break it in press huts as it was useless. "Lower" him in the chaos nobody else dared – as it was tantamount to signing his own sentence for the most brutal of deaths, besides for the cops it smelled unprecedented rage riots that would go up across the country.
Voluntarily to die... Put, major veins open or something – it was for a thief, strictly speaking, beneath one's dignity. Although in some cases people on this has been going – to honor its thieves ' not to discredit among the prisoners of the people. But this was not for him, not for Kostia Verkh (Konstantin Afanasyevich Verkhovtsev). "Sit at the table and perinatality with the patriarchs," as he called it, the coast will soon be able to so. This meant only one thing – his need to kill. And he has to let himself be killed, right now.
...His paternal grandfather Vladimir, from the impoverished nobility of Nizhny Novgorod province, the bolsheviks left a young away to Siberia, Irkutsk. There, after studying to be a physicist and engineer, became modestly to the head of the Weather Service. However natural to a nobleman of those bitter years, the fate found him there. He was arrested and convicted as a member of a spy-monarchical conspiracy. Shot by decision of the "troika" of the NKVD in 1938.
His son Afanasy, the father of Verkh, was all his life a quiet accountant in Lespromkhoz. The coast appearing in 1954, decided their fate very early: at the age of 15, organizing the case has a couple of guys got dropped in series two of the grocery store and the mail. Because of this he soon he received his legal 4 years.
...And to the women, as it should be, he always treated with disdain and even with some boredom, as to the creatures certainly lower. There was one, Varvara, with which he is still cited as something to mentally come together. But this is much later. then waited for him, we did not, expect in his village near Novosibirsk... And young once visited the "host" itself. In total, in fits and starts, they were somewhere near, maybe four years, not more. And shot it, it is possible to tell, incidentally, at unsuccessful attempt at it, on Top, and just in Novosibirsk. The bullet then flew into the neck and him, but he somehow got out.
She waited for him or not expect in the village near Novosibirsk... And being young once visited the "host" herself. In total, in fits and starts, they were somewhere near, maybe four years, not more. And shot it, it is possible to tell, incidentally, at unsuccessful attempt at him just in Novosibirsk. The bullet then flew into the neck and him, but he somehow got out.
...And now, this last time, the cops took him more blatantly – as the venerable thief Kostya Irkutsky. As he is from the practical affairs has already moved and was involved in dissections of some serious thieves of mutual resentment, the cops did smarter not figured out how to take it out on the street with some planted his pocket a packet of drugs and to give him two years.
And when he realized on the way that they were taking him not somewhere, but from somewhere suddenly in God damned Solikamsk, in the "White Swan", then it became clear: this is the end.
...And now he's sitting here in this solitary cell for the second day, preparing to let himself be killed. How it will be, he does not know. Presumably, someone will come in and... And then Konstantin Afanasievich Verkhovtsev, Kostia Verkh will find hanging on the noose. Or something like that. But the prisoners will probably get it right in the end. It'll come out sooner or later.
...He almost didn't catch snapped the key in the oiled lock, and as the camera moved almost without difficulty a thick door. And someone huge, noisily sniffing, hard came.
[Photographs taken from private archives]