Chronicle of violence in Chechnya. How Russian military personnel were treated in captivity during the Chechen War War in Chechnya stories of atrocities

Nobody knows about this, and those who knew have already forgotten, they don’t talk about it, and human rights activists only care about the Chechens.

People have been gone for a long time. Rest in peace.

In 1991, Dudayev came to power in Chechnya. There were 3 years left before the start of the first Chechen war.

Russians began to leave Chechnya, leaving their homes in traditional Russian territories.

Those who hesitated were killed, painfully and cruelly, children, women, old people, everyone, in broad daylight.

Memoirs of eyewitnesses:

I was just born and raised in Chechnya (Nadterechny district, Shelkovskaya station), then I took my family and neighbors out of there (as many as I could), and then I was a “Divorced Sucker”, twice: from 1994 to 1996, and from 1999 to 2004. And I'll tell you this. In 1991-1992 (even before the first war) tens of thousands of Russians were massacred in Chechnya. In the Shelkov spring of 1992, the “Chechen Police” confiscated all hunting weapons from the Russian population, and a week later militants came to the unarmed village. They were engaged in real estate re-registration. Moreover, a whole system of signs was developed for this purpose. Human intestines wrapped around the fence meant: the owner is no longer there, there are only women in the house, ready for “Love.” Women's bodies impaled on the same fence: the house is free, you can move in.
I saw columns of buses, which, due to the stench, could not be approached within a hundred meters, because they were filled with the bodies of slaughtered Russians. I saw women cut straight lengthwise with a chainsaw, children impaled on road sign posts, guts artistically wrapped around a fence. We Russians were cleaned out from our own land, like dirt from under our fingernails. And this was 1992 - there were still two and a half years left before the First Chechen.
During the first Chechen war they were captured video records of how minor Vainakhs had fun with Russian women. They put women on all fours and threw knives as if at a target, trying to hit the vagina. All this was filmed and commented on.

Atrocities of the CHECHENs Wikipedia. Note on the article

Firstly, it would not hurt the author to know the exact wording of the concept of “genocide” - everything described in the article has nothing to do with genocide. Secondly, the sources are somewhat murky - the secret agent Govorukhin, Grachev, who was directly responsible for the war in Chechnya, some priest, etc. And who and where saw these notorious signs “do not buy an apartment from Masha”? I live in Grozny and have never seen anything like it myself. Just as I have not seen the massacres of the Russian-speaking population. But I saw in Russian propaganda films describing “wild Caucasians” and “God’s Russian lambs.” A topic for bullshit. Also, the statements about how Russians were not paid pensions and salaries look interesting. Aw! Gentlemen! We're talking about the early 90s! Where and to whom were salaries paid at this time? Both Russians and Chechens did not receive them. The same goes for the criminal situation. After the collapse of the Union, the criminal situation left much to be desired not only in Grozny, but throughout Russia. What, there were no bandits and gang wars in Moscow in the early 90s? Did the same bandits in Grozny rob only Russians? Nonsense. Chechens were robbed no less if there was something to take. In general, this whole topic with the “Russian genocide in Chechnya” appeared after the first war in Chechnya, when it turned out the way it did. It is clear that the Kremlin did not think that it would turn out like this, they planned it “in two days and with one battalion.” But, after the massacres of the civilian population, everyone who was tied up immediately began to prepare the basis for justifying their military crimes in the eyes of the Russians and the rest of the world. But if the majority of Russians believe, they will not deceive anyone in the world with such tales. Why weren’t all these “facts” available before the start of hostilities? Now for the numbers. A very interesting point - “21 thousand Russians were killed in Chechnya from 1991 to 1999.” I believe that the reader, having read this information, should immediately understand once and for all that these are victims of “bloodthirsty Chechens”. But, if we are talking about the period from 91 to 99, then everything is not so simple. As you know, during the winter battles for Grozny in 1995, up to 25 thousand residents of Grozny died under bombs and artillery strikes. These are official figures, which are also recognized by the Russian side. At the same time, both the Russian and Chechen sides argued that at least 20 thousand of these 25 thousand are representatives of the Russian-speaking population. Naturally, 21 thousand Russians died during this period! How can they not die!? Secondly, if we are not talking about losses during hostilities, then these people should have been killed mainly before the start of the war (after that there was already control of the Russian authorities), i.e. from 91 to 94 That is, it turns out to be 21 thousand in 3 years. To accomplish this, it would be necessary to shoot people in Grozny MASSIVELY EVERY DAY for these 3 years. What does it have to do with shooting without days off? There was nothing like this in Grozny. Moreover, on September 6, 1993, some Russian politicians, including V. Zhirinovsky, came to Grozny to celebrate Independence Day. But neither he nor everyone else said a word then about any then murders, etc. Then there was a normal normal situation in the city. I repeat, at that time mass executions of the population were supposed to take place in the city every day (if you believe the information about 21 thousand killed over 3 years). In Grozny, indeed, there was rampant crime in the early 90s. Indeed, there were cases of robberies and murders of both Russians and representatives of all other nationalities. There was a rise in nationalist sentiment among the Chechens. There was a difficult economic situation; neither pensions nor salaries were paid. But there was no trace of any massacres that could be subsumed under the definition of genocide or ethnic cleansing.

Video of the atrocities of Chechen mercenaries from among the “Dudaev’s” militants

They are among us

Everything I write is true. I want us not to forget these deeds. These are three stories about three hells on earth, on our land. And told to me by people who visited there. GPAP 1 bus station, former closed prison for torture. There were no people in this prison; animals worked there. Guys and girls weren't just killed. And as painfully as possible. A horizontal bar is a device on which people were suspended in different poses. Over time, the bones came out of their joints. Fly agaric, they burned out the oral cavity with a soldering iron. Rose, a tube is inserted into the (*sensored*) passage, then a barbed wire is inserted through the tube into the rectum. The tube is pulled out and the wire remains. The wire is then pulled out. The famous cross. There in one of the halls there hung a cross welded from rails. Prisoners were tied to the cross with wire and shocked. A wolfish grin; a large file was used to grind down the teeth in the mouth. A vice clamped the head in a vice, and boiling resin dripped from above. And the famous womb. They dug a hole a meter high, sat the prisoners on their haunches in a row and poured concrete up to their necks. When the concrete dried, it contracted and broke all the bones.

How did the interrogations go? Usually my favorite option was a vacuum cleaner. They put a gas mask on my head and cut off the oxygen. And they began to kick the suffocating prisoner. When he lost consciousness, he was injected with chemicals, and everything started all over again. This went on for hours. Another option is birch. The prisoner was placed on a chair with his hands tied behind his back. A noose was put on the head, which was tied above the head to the crossbar. They knocked out the chair, and the man suffocated while hanging on the gallows. Having lost consciousness, he was pumped out and hanged again.
There was a wall behind the building, people were shot there. They were often placed against the wall and shot over the top 2-3 times. They were joking like that. Then they killed. Sometimes chained wounded were given to dogs to tear to pieces. This is GPAP1. Most of the executioners were narrow-eyed. I said this in a difficult way. They are the main characters of these stories.
I beg you, do not read these lines. And absorb them like water into your blood. These are not fables, these are ravings in the night of a madman who has lost his mind. This is the suffering and torment of those who remained there, and those few who survived. And they want to die rather than live, this stain and pain in their souls has stuck in them forever. I want to ask before I continue.
I would write this on every wall of our city. It's a pity that not everyone can understand this. If I write about the seagull hotel. In the basement of which 48 refugees, piled high with slabs, ate each other out of hunger. Or about those who, passing by, heard screams from underground and knocks. But he passed by. I am writing this and we will not be forgotten.

If there are buildings in your area that housed the military. That is, empty at the moment. Please post the address. And the approximate location of the building. It's important for me. Tomorrow I will tell the story of the other gates of hell in Grozny.
My mother's cousin personally knew the woman who was distraught. And from what is in front of her eyes. In the basement of the house in which they were piled up, she had to eat human flesh. And her child died there in her arms. After that she attacked the children.

I spent a lot of time looking for people who have seen little of the world. And then when they were taken out to torture. And getting them to tell me what they had to go through was extremely difficult. There was only one thing that helped me, I can’t say that.

The other gate is a boarding school for the deaf and dumb in a minute. From 2000 to 2006, closed prison (secret). While looking for one missing guy, I was informed that the military had moved out of this building. Now a little about this place. There were several buildings there, one with a monkey bar as an excuse. But the second building and its basements served as a death machine. The day before us, our memorial defenders arrived there.
Nah ets hyumsh. They found documents and photographs of prisoners in one of the offices. And how pathetic cowards they allowed the structures to take them away from them. The monkey men took pictures and went home. We arrived and they didn’t let us in. At our own risk, we entered from the back through another military. Partly, the government gave orders to the workers who were there. Demolish the buildings within a week. We had little time. Among the workers there was a guy who helped us. Next I will tell you what happened there.

I will continue. This place was a house of death, almost 400 people disappeared there, even more. And its owners were those murderers from GPAP1. These are the Khantymansiysk OMON, who called themselves COM. Above the entrance to the basement where the prisoners were killed was written in large letters. LET'S HELP YOU DIE!
These were the last words that our brothers and sisters read before entering the cave! And on the building one could clearly see the inscription, WE CARE FOR YOUR GRIEF! There were several cells in the basements. There was nothing in them, no windows, no light, just dirt, dampness and concrete. In the 1st cell they kept men; all the walls were written in Arabic and with names. Girls and women were kept in the second cell. I won't say what was on the walls. But many were written in blood; those who wrote them understood that they would die. I AM ALIVE? Diana. I DON'T SEE ANYTHING, I DIED HERE Zareta 2001. ALLAH HELP, Malika 16 years old. There is a lot of grief on these walls, and they have absorbed a lot of tears and blood. All these inscriptions and words make it difficult for me to speak. The next day when we arrived, someone set the cameras on fire with tires. And soot settled on the walls.

These girls were brutally raped every day. Above almost every murderer's bed were nude photos of these girls. There were also those killed by them as a memory. These photos were found by workers but immediately burned. They were also raped in front of the cells with men who heard the screams of their sisters. Those who tried to help were tortured. There was also a torture chamber right behind the wall from the prisoners. So that they can hear the screams and crunching of bones, their brothers and sisters. In this chamber we noticed two thick boards; they were used like this: a person was laid on one, and covered with the other. And they hit me from above with a huge sledgehammer. So that the insides burst. The walls in this cell were covered with paint many times because there was blood everywhere. One man survived; they managed to cut off his ear. But even now he is not telling the whole truth; fear has overcome him. Some girls were kidnapped and sold to this place, you bastards. The next day, one person called me there. What I saw shocked me, it was a nightmare.

The next day when we arrived, it turned out that the workers had found secret cameras. They were walled up. There was nothing in one. But there were rings in the walls. And the second passage to the second chamber was broken through before our eyes. We went there. I will remember what we saw there for the rest of my life. Pregnant women and girls with infants were kept there. Three iron beds, with a half-bent sheet of iron hanging over each one. Tied with wire to the ceiling. Children were placed in them. The whole room is damp and dirty. No windows, no light. There was a strange device in the far corner, and there was blood all over the wall nearby. As we found out, they chopped off his fingers and burned them on the small stove that stood under him. and they wiped their hand on the wall. And all this was in the room where the girls with babies were kept. Most likely these children were born there. Neither they nor their mothers survived.

And the third place of death! It still functions today. From 2000 to today! If you combine the torture of GPAP1.And the cruelty of SOMA. There won't be even 10 percent of what happens there. Even our president and any government of our land are not allowed into this place. Only direct subordination to the Kremlin. No one returned from there. Near small attacks. Secret base. Driving through this place at night was a risk to the life of any driver. If they stopped me, I might not get home. One Nokhchi worked there, he told about this place before his death. Behind this part of the field, cells are dug into the ground, meter by meter. In each cage there is a naked prisoner, in the open air. He is there almost always; he cannot lie down, stand up, or sit down. All twisted up in a cage. This guy said that there were girls and boys, and very young ones. And there is not a single normal person, everyone has lost their minds, barking and howling at night. Overgrown, dirty, wild. This place still exists. And it instills fear in everyone with its silence and silence. 200 meters away people drink tea and relax. And there someone dies from suffering, even though this tea also wants to live.

Revelations of the Russian occupier about atrocities in Chechnya.
Both during the first and second wars in Chechnya, I myself saw a lot of deaths, I saw people killed. I saw many wounded and crippled children and adults. I saw grief, blood and tears.

Both at that time and now I heard many stories about atrocities committed by the Russian military against civilians. Moreover, what is noteworthy is that most of these crimes were committed by so-called “contract soldiers.”

That is, military personnel who serve under a contract. Not 18-20 year olds, but fairly mature men. Residents of Chechnya usually call them mercenaries. And this definition, in my opinion, suits them best. After all, these people are going to war, going to kill others for money. They want to build their happiness on the grief, blood and misfortune of others. Even the soldiers themselves, those who are called up for compulsory military service, as I understand it, do not respect and even hate such people.

During one of my trips to a conference in Moscow last summer, I met a former Russian soldier who served in Chechnya in 1999–2000. We were in the same compartment, met each other, talked, and had lunch together. He drank a little, and somehow casually told me a story that shook me to the core. I didn’t ask him to tell me about this, but for some reason he was drawn to revelations.

According to this former serviceman, let's call him Vladimir, it was in the winter of 2000, or more precisely at the end of January. The unit in which he served was sent for a “cleansing operation” to the area of ​​the village “Berezka”, which is located along the Staropromyslovskoe highway in the city of Grozny. Among them were many contract soldiers, whom conscript soldiers called “double basses.” And all of them, as Vladimir claimed, were almost always drunk.

At that time, there were very few people in Grozny, since fierce battles for the city were still ongoing, and everyone who could fled from there, abandoning their homes and all their property.

In one of the houses, according to Vladimir, the servicemen came across a family of seven people. The soldiers immediately shot the adult men and women, as well as young boys and two young children. Only a girl, 13–14 years old, the only daughter of the murdered owners of the house, was left alive.

The house was looted, as were all nearby households abandoned by the owners, and then set on fire. The soldiers threw the girl into an armored personnel carrier and brought her to their place of deployment, near the village of Zagryazhsky in the Staropromyslovsky district.

Vladimir said that for almost a week, the girl was raped by officers of this unit. This happened every night, and often during the day. Having mocked the child enough, the commanders then handed her over to be torn to pieces by the contract soldiers.

What these monsters did to her defies description. She was beaten and raped for several hours every day. And not only one at a time, but also in groups of several people. The girl often lost consciousness and was revived by dousing her with cold water.

After several days of continuous abuse, she was practically half dead. The girl could have died at any moment, and then they decided, as one of the contract soldiers said, “to use her for good for the last time.”

As Vladimir said, a half-dead, naked child was hung by the arms in one of the basement rooms so that her feet barely touched the floor. Then the young guy who had been detained earlier was brought there. For several days, the unfortunate man was brutally beaten and tortured, demanding to say where the weapons were hidden and to indicate the location of the militants. But he stubbornly remained silent, despite the savage torture that was applied to him by the brutal contract soldiers.

They burned his body with a hot iron, stabbed and cut him with knives, beat him with batons and heavy army boots, but the young man constantly insisted that he knew nothing and no one, since he had recently returned from Russia. Vladimir knew that neither this tiny girl nor the detained guy had any chance of getting out of there alive.

According to the soldier, it was he who was ordered to bring the detainee to the room where a group of contract soldiers had gathered and the girl was located. On the way, he whispered to the detainee so that he would not slander anything on himself and warned that in any case he would not be released. The young man, who could barely stand on his feet, was taken into the room and placed in front of the crucified girl.

The contractors again demanded that he say where he hid the weapon, saying that otherwise they would “take hold” of the girl. He continued to remain silent. Then one of the contract soldiers approached the suspended girl and cut off her breast with a knife. She screamed wildly in pain, and the young man literally died and tried to turn away from this terrible sight.

But they began to brutally beat him, demanding that he watch the girl die “through his fault.” Then the same contract soldier cut off the child’s second breast, and she lost consciousness. The guy began to ask the contract workers to stop this fanaticism, and said that he accidentally saw one of the local residents hiding a machine gun in a drainpipe, and named the place. This greatly amused the contract workers.

Having said, “Well, now we don’t need either she or you,” they began to finish off the already half-dead girl. First, her legs were cut off with a meat ax, then her arms were cut off, and when the bloody stump fell to the floor, her head was cut off.

The pieces of the body were thrown into a huge bag, after which the detained guy was taken out into the street. They took him to a vacant lot, tied him to a box of TNT, placed the girl’s remains on top and blew them both up. A dead child and a still living young man.

Vladimir himself cried when he told me this. He said that the “double basses” constantly mocked people, killed everyone without any pity, regardless of gender, age and even nationality. That even conscript soldiers often became objects of mockery from contract soldiers. Vladimir got off the train somewhere in Voronezh. I never met him again. True, he left me his phone number and took mine for himself, but we never spoke on the phone. And why?

The story told by this former Russian army soldier is probably the most terrible thing I have heard in all these years. Although I repeat once again, I have heard and seen a lot. Unfortunately, I don’t know the first or last names of this girl and guy.

Probably, their relatives, if not close, then distant, are still searching, hoping that perhaps someday they will return home, and cannot even imagine how painful and terrible their death was. But they don’t even have a grave. They were simply scattered into pieces by the explosion and that’s it. And this was done by the military, who came here to “liberate” us from “international terrorists.”

I read somewhere the following expression: “Whoever killed will be killed, whoever killed by order will be killed, whoever gave the order to kill will be killed.” And I really hope that the monsters in military uniform, who brutally massacred unarmed people, women, children, and the elderly, will sooner or later receive due punishment. And if not in this world, then at least in the next they will answer to the Almighty for their actions.

Aslanbek Apaev

Aldy village. March 2000
Finding no protection in Russian courts, victims of the armed conflict in the North Caucasus turn to the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. By November 2000, the court had accepted and registered 16 complaints prepared with the assistance of the Memorial Human Rights Center; Six of them are already being considered in court.

Since the spring of 2000, the Memorial Human Rights Center has been assisting victims of the armed conflict in Chechnya in filing complaints with the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. The review of six complaints began in the summer, all of them related to the killing or attempted killing of civilians. They are combined into three cases, three episodes.

1. Bombing of a column of refugees on the Rostov-Baku highway on October 29, 1999. The exit of refugees from Chechnya to Ingushetia was blocked by federal troops on October 23. According to the federal command, the opening of the Kavkaz-1 checkpoint was scheduled for the 29th. On this day, on the highway, a column of people and cars waiting to pass stretched for 15 kilometers. It was stated that the checkpoint would not be opened, but when the cars with refugees moved deep into Chechnya, they were attacked from the air by Russian attack aircraft. Among the destroyed vehicles, two belonged to the Red Cross; several dozen people were killed.

2. Killings of residents of the Staropromyslovsky district of Grozny during its “cleansing” in January 2000. Bombing and shelling of the city began in September 1999, it was blocked by federal forces in early December. Safe exit corridors from Grozny were not provided, and tens of thousands of people did not risk leaving it under fire. The Staropromyslovsky district, stretching for tens of kilometers along the highway, was the first to be taken under control by Russian military personnel. Over the course of several weeks in January, the military killed dozens of residents who remained in their homes.

Several people survived the shooting and were able to talk about what happened.

3. Death of residents of the village of Katyr-Yurt on February 4, 2000. At the end of January - beginning of February 2000, the federal command carried out a “special operation”, luring the Chechen troops defending Grozny from the city to the plain.

Militant detachments were deliberately allowed into villages that had previously been declared “security zones” by the federal side, after which their destruction began using aviation and artillery. “Corridors” for civilians to leave the villages were not organized, as a result, more than one and a half hundred people died in the village of Katyr-Yurt.

These cases have undergone preliminary consideration, and relevant requests have been sent to the Russian government. The Russian side has presented its explanations on these requests, and the cases will be considered on their merits. The armed conflict in Chechnya has been going on for more than a year. During this time, thousands of civilians of different nationalities died during bombings, shelling and “cleansing operations”; they were illegally detained, beaten, and tortured in the “filtration” system. According to the official statement of the Special Representative of the President of the Russian Federation for the observance of human and civil rights in the Chechen Republic, more than four thousand people approached him with complaints about serious crimes against the person committed by employees of Russian security forces, for which criminal cases should have been initiated. Meanwhile, to date, Russian prosecutors have opened less than twenty such cases against military personnel and employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In addition, in Chechnya there are no courts to which citizens could file their complaints.

Meanwhile, since 1996, after Russia joined the Council of Europe, its citizens can appeal to the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. Human rights are not an internal matter of states. In addition, by joining the Council of Europe, Russia voluntarily gave up part of its sovereignty by recognizing the jurisdiction of the Strasbourg Court.

But it is common knowledge that such treatment requires exhaustion of all national remedies, from the district court to the supreme court.

However, if domestic remedies are unavailable or ineffective, the complaint may be accepted directly. A precedent for such treatment was given in the cases of the Turkish Kurds. The Memorial Human Rights Center intends to continue to assist victims of armed conflicts in the judicial protection of their legal rights.

STATEMENT OF THE HUMAN RIGHTS CENTER "MEMORIAL"
On October 12, 2000, in Grozny, as a result of a car explosion located next to the building of the Oktyabrsky district department of internal affairs, seventeen people were killed and sixteen were injured. Both among those killed and among the wounded, many were civilians of Grozny, who came to the internal affairs bodies to obtain passports or for other everyday reasons. From the very beginning of the current armed conflict on the territory of the Chechen Republic, civilians have been suffering from both warring parties, who in their actions do not want to take into account the safety of civilians. Both international organizations (such as the UN, OSCE, Council of Europe), and most non-governmental human rights organizations, quite rightly holding the federal side responsible for the mass death of civilians in Chechnya, have always talked about violations of humanitarian law by Chechen armed groups. At the beginning of the war, when large-scale hostilities were taking place, Chechen armed groups opposing federal forces often located their positions near civilian objects and within populated areas. This created an obvious threat to the lives of civilians. When Russian troops occupied the populated areas of Chechnya and the guerrilla war began, civilians began to die from fire during attacks on checkpoints and locations of federal forces, and when mines exploded on the roads. However, the terrorist attack committed on October 12 cannot be considered among other episodes of guerrilla warfare. The location and time of this explosion obviously put civilians at risk. One of two things: either its organizers are completely indifferent to the lives of civilians, or in this way they deliberately intimidate everyone who comes into any contact with federal structures. In both cases, the organizers and perpetrators of the explosion are cynical criminals. History shows that partisan movements often turn to indiscriminate terror and outright banditry. If the armed formations opposing federal forces in Chechnya chose this path, then their moral defeat is obvious.

Memorial: “humanitarian corridor” with mass graves.
On July 3, the human rights community Memorial disseminated the results of an investigation conducted by community workers in Chechnya in 2000 into the shooting of a column of refugees inside the humanitarian corridor. As REGNUM reported earlier, the human rights lawyer of the President of Chechnya, Nurdi Nukhadzhiev, informed about the discovery of two mass grave sites in Chechnya. In the first of them, approximately 800 bodies were allegedly buried, in the second - about 30. Below is the story of the appearance of the second burial, compiled by the Memorial community based on the testimony of witnesses. On October 29, 1999, a convoy of cars with refugees left the town of Argun in a northerly direction. People wanted to leave areas where fighting could soon unfold, and which by this time had already been subjected to periodic bombing and missile attacks. Over the past weeks, Russian troops, having taken control of the northern - Nadterechny, Naursky and Shchelkovo - regions of Chechnya, slowly moved south to Surovoe. On October 26, Russian mass media money spread the message that from October 29, “humanitarian corridors” would be opened for the departure of civilians from Chechnya either to Ingushetia or to the northern regions of the Chechen Republic.

Almost all refugees thought it most desirable to taxi to the northern regions, already occupied by Russian troops. On October 29, around 9 o’clock in the morning, a column of refugees proceeded through the village of Petropavlovskoye and set off along the highway towards the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya, neighboring the regional center - the large village of Tolstoy-Yurt. The positions of Russian troops were already located on the outskirts of these two populated areas. When the convoy of cars approached Goryacheistochnenskaya, it was struck without warning by an artillery strike. The fire apparently came from artillery positions of federal troops located on the heights near the village of Vinogradovoye, northeast of Goryacheistonenskaya. For 4 hours, the military did not allow convoys of local residents who wanted to help those in misfortune to reach the place of shelling. Only after the head of the administration of the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya was able to come to an agreement with the combatants, a truck with young people from the village of Tolstoy-Yurt came to the aid of the victims, who were able to take out the wounded and part of the bodies of the dead. However, a group of 5 frightened kids, driven by a seventeen-year-old man, For another 5 days, without food or warm clothes, I hid from shelling in the hills.

Only on November 3 did they reach the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya, where they were given first aid. As a result of the shelling, at least 20 refugees died, and seven more people later died from wounds in the clinic. Among the dead were at least 5 children. Several dozen people were injured. There were probably more deaths. It is impossible to determine their number definitely. Local residents buried some of the dead in the cemetery of the village of Tolstoy-Yurt, while relatives took some of the bodies for burial in other populated areas of Chechnya.

Those organisms that could not be removed from the scene of the disaster immediately were buried along with the separated cars. June 2 and 3, 2000 only.

Human rights violations in Chechnya by the Russian military
Violations of human rights in Chechnya by the Russian military - murders, kidnappings, beatings and torture of the population of Chechnya by Russian security forces. Some of the crimes committed by federal troops were investigated in the European Court of Human Rights, after which Russia paid large compensation to the victims. Most human rights violations in Russian courts were not examined or the accused were given lenient sentences.

In January 2000, in the Staropromyslovsky district of Chechnya, the Russian military launched an attack on civilians for the purpose of profit: they shot women to make it easier to remove their earrings, and they also shot people with Slavic appearance.

There is information that in the spring or summer of 2000, representatives of Russian law enforcement agencies executed an unknown number of captured militants. We are talking about a small group that took part in a battle with Kursk OMON sergeant Andrei Khmelevsky (posthumously awarded the title of Hero of Russia). According to one of the Kursk riot police, “Soon this gang was caught. It's a pity we didn't have time to interrogate. Sobrov officers detained them. They established their identities and immediately destroyed everyone.”

Massacre in Novy Aldy

On February 5, 2000, Russian troops shot 56 civilians in the village of Novye Aldy and surrounding areas of the city of Grozny. Most of the residents killed by the punitive forces were Chechens, and some of them were Russians. The Russian side did not admit its guilt in the incident, but did not deny that on that day in Novy Aldy the St. Petersburg riot police carried out a “special operation.” Nevertheless, Russia lost all the trials in this case before the European Court of Human Rights. The Russian riot police acted extremely brutally, shooting children, women and old people, and then burning people who were still alive with a flamethrower. Witnesses also reported the rape of civilians and the cutting off of heads (49-year-old Sultan Temirov, according to witnesses, had his head cut off alive and his body thrown to the dogs). The riot police first demanded gold and money from the residents, then the residents were shot, and the Russian military pulled out gold teeth from some of the corpses.

On March 2, 2002, four young Chechens were killed. According to human rights activist Libkhan Bazaeva, the young people were building a greenhouse when soldiers approached them and took them away to check their documents. 2 days later, Russian channels announced a shootout between these people and soldiers, as a result of which the terrorists were allegedly killed. The bodies of the dead guys were stabbed with a knife, their hands were tied behind their backs, and one of them had a severely damaged ear. Bazaeva claims that “This crime will remain unpunished, no one will look for the guilty Russian soldiers. Such crimes are par for the course. The decomposition in the army has reached its limit, the trade in corpses, rapes are happening more and more often, and the rape of men - a “new practice” - is occurring in large numbers. “The military tells us point blank that they will kill all our husbands and make us their wives so that we will give birth to Russian children.”

On January 13, 2005, federal forces in the village of Zumsoy, Itum-Kalinsky district, carried out a cleansing operation: they robbed local residents and carried out pogroms. After the cleanup was completed, four local residents were loaded into helicopters: Vakha and Atabi Mukhaev (a 16-year-old teenager), father and son, as well as Shahran Nasipov and Magomed-Emin Ibishev. After that no one saw them. The military claimed that all four went to the mountains to fight with the bandits, although it was the Russian military that took them away that day. Then, that same winter, federal troops once again came to the village: they destroyed the school, desecrated the mosque, slaughtered livestock, declaring that they would not allow people to live there, otherwise militants might be hiding there. On July 4, the head of the village administration, Abdul-Azim Yangulbaev, was shot by masked people who spoke purely Russian in front of witnesses. He demanded that the authorities return the stolen civilians. The surviving Mehdi and Salyakh Mukhtaevs sent a complaint to the Strasbourg court, and in the fall the Russian government received an official request from Strasbourg. On the night of December 29-30, they also came for Mekhdi Mukhtaev: in his underwear and barefoot, he was taken away by people in camouflage uniforms and masks who spoke Chechen to pre-trial detention center No. 1 in the city of Grozny. He was tortured for several weeks and threatened with the death of his relatives. Then, according to the testimony of a severely beaten prisoner, who could not even stand on his feet when testifying, he was accused of banditry. Later, the person who testified against him admitted that he was forced to give false testimony under torture. According to Anna Politkovskaya, who investigated this case, investigators wanted to prove to Strasbourg that the applicant is a separatist, and that is why he filed a complaint against the Russian authorities.

Kidnappings and torture by Kadyrov's associates

In 2005, the human rights organization Human Rights Watch said that the “vast majority” of kidnappings over the past two years were carried out by Kadyrov’s men. According to Ayut Titiev, a representative of Memorial in Gudermes, Kadyrov himself tortured one of his opponents with a blowtorch, another person was hung for 36 hours and beaten with iron rods. To intimidate the residents of the village of Tsotsin-Yurt, Kadyrov ordered the severed head of one of the rebels to be impaled.

Processes against Russia and the Russian military

In most cases, cases against Russian military personnel were either not considered by Russian courts or very lenient sentences were handed down. As the Commissioner for Human Rights in the Chechen Republic N. Nukhazhiev noted in May 2008, “1,873 criminal cases initiated on the facts of kidnapping remain unsolved and suspended due to failure to identify the persons involved in the crimes. All these criminal cases are being processed by the territorial civil prosecutor’s offices, and given that the suspects in their commission are military personnel, all these cases are practically doomed to be suspended.”

However, a number of processes caused a serious public outcry. Many residents of Chechnya were eventually forced to appeal to the European Court of Human Rights.

* One of the most high-profile cases was the Budanov case. This case was accompanied by strong pressure from the military. As a result, Budanov was accused of murdering a young woman (rape was not taken into account by the court). After Budanov was convicted, he was granted amnesty, but after outrage from the human rights community and a number of politicians, the criminal was again forced to return to prison.

* Another high-profile trial against the Russian military was the trial of Arakcheev and Khudyakov. Arakcheev was suspected of murdering 3 workers in Chechnya. As a result, both suspects were released on their own recognizance.

* Another famous case was the Ullman case. Ulman was found guilty of murder, abuse of power and intentional destruction of property and sentenced to 14 years in prison to be served in a maximum security colony. Lieutenant Alexander Kalagansky was sentenced to 11 years, and reserve warrant officer Vladimir Voevodin was sentenced to 12 years.

* Officer of the Nizhnevartovsk Department of Internal Affairs Sergei Lapin was sentenced to 11 years in prison in 2005 on charges of intentionally causing grievous bodily harm under aggravating circumstances, abuse of power under aggravating circumstances and official forgery (in connection with the disappearance of Zelimkhan Murdalov in January 2001 ). In 2007, his case was sent by the Supreme Court for a new trial.

Now many Chechen officials are agitating that peace will come when the Chechens are trusted. But the problem is not whether to trust the Chechens - the Russian people have always been very trusting - but how they will use this trust. Those who, by the will of fate, regularly communicated with “hot Chechen guys” not at the official level, but at the everyday level, know: these guys are not simple! They can assure you of the most friendly disposition and call you “brother,” but at the same time they hold a knife in their bosom and wait for you to turn your back to them.

It is also amazing that until now almost no one has spoken honestly about how young and zealous Chechen guys back in Soviet times, before all the latest wars for which they now blame Russia, treated Russians, or, more correctly, did not their own, not Chechen women, when they happened to “get hold of” them. You can’t offend your own people, because you can answer for it with your life, but it’s easy to offend strangers.

I came across a letter written 15 years ago by a girl who faced similar treatment. Then she tried to publish this letter in the Moscow press, but she was refused by all the editorial offices to which she applied, arguing that the publication of such a letter could offend the national feelings of the Chechens.

Only now, when the press became less afraid of “offending national feelings,” did it become possible to publish this cry from the heart. Here he is.

“I am a native Muscovite. I study at one of the Moscow universities. A year and a half ago, a story happened to me that only now I can tell without hysterics. And I think I should tell it.

My friend, who studied at Moscow State University. Lomonosova, invited me to visit her dormitory, where she lives (it’s called DAS - the house of graduate students and interns). I've been there before. Usually it was not difficult to get to the hostel, but this time the guard categorically did not want to let me through, demanding that I leave the document. I gave her my student card and went up to my friend’s room – I’ll call her Nadya. Then we went with her to the dorm cafe on the first floor, where we ordered coffee and a couple of sandwiches.

Some time later, one of Nadya’s old acquaintances of Caucasian appearance sat down with us. Nadya introduced me to him, and he invited us to move from the cafe to his room - to chat in a relaxed atmosphere, watch videos, drink some wine.

I immediately refused, explaining that it was not too early, and it would soon be time to go home. To which Ruslan - so screwed the guy - objected: why go home if you can stay overnight here, in your friend’s room? Like, real life in a dorm begins at night; Isn’t a Moscow girl interested in learning how nonresident students live? After all, this is its own very original little world...

I was really interested. Which is what I told him. He added that it was still impossible to stay, because the guard took the student’s card and sternly warned me that I had to pick it up before 11 pm, otherwise she would hand it over somewhere.

What problems? - said Ruslan. – I’ll buy your student card in no time!

And left. While he was gone, I expressed my concerns to my friend: is it dangerous to go into the room of an unfamiliar Caucasian man? But Nadya reassured me, saying that Ruslan is a Chechen only from his father, whom he doesn’t even remember, lives with his mother, and in general he is also a Muscovite.

Why then does he live in a dormitory? – I was surprised.

Yes, he quarreled with his mother and decided to settle here,” Nadya explained to me. – I made an agreement with the local administration. – And then she added: “It’s easy here.” In the dormitories of Moscow State University, Chechens are generally given the green light, even if they are not students at all. Simply because the main boss of all university dormitories is a Chechen, and they have their own clan laws...

Then Ruslan returned and brought my student ID. And we, having bought food at the cafe, went to visit him (if you can call visiting a dorm room that way). The decisive argument in favor of this visit for me was, perhaps, that the guy looked attractive and not arrogant. Naturally, communication was supposed to be exclusively platonic.

On the way, we called my mother from a payphone, and Nadya assured her that everything would be fine, not to worry. Mom, reluctantly, allowed me to stay.

Having sat us down in his room, Ruslan ran out for champagne and put on some kind of video - not pornography, but a normal movie, some kind of American action movie. He said that later we would go to another room to visit his friends from the course, where there was supposed to be a large, cheerful group of guys and girls. I was a home girl, I rarely managed to find myself in a “big noisy company,” so this prospect fascinated me.

When it was already closer to midnight, there was a knock on the door. Ruslan opened without question, and three young men entered the room. A tense situation immediately arose.

These are the local Chechens,” Nadya told me in a whisper. – He and Ruslan have some common affairs.

However, those who entered sat down in a comfortable manner and were in no hurry to talk about business. But they began to cast unambiguous glances at my friend and me. I felt uneasy, and I turned to Ruslan:

You know, we should probably go. You are probably having some serious conversation here. All in all, thanks for the evening.

Ruslan wanted to answer something, but then the smallest of those who came (although by age he, apparently, was the eldest) loudly interrupted him:

Come on, girls, what serious conversations can there be when you are here! We'll just join your company - sit, have a drink, talk about life.

It's really time for the girls. “They were already getting ready to leave,” Ruslan objected somehow not very confidently.

“Come on, let them sit with us for a little while, we won’t hurt them,” the little one said friendly.

One of the guests called Ruslan into the corridor to talk, and the little one continued to have a friendly conversation with us. After some time, the “guest” returned with two more friends, the owner was not with them. Nadya and I tried to leave again, although by this time it became obvious that we would not be able to do it so easily...

Then the little one closed the front door, put the keys in his pocket and simply said:

Let's go to the bathroom, girl. And I don’t advise you to resist, otherwise I’ll quickly damage your face.”

I was scared and panicked about what to do. And he continued:

Well, you fool, are you hard of hearing? I can even correct your hearing! For example, I’ll cut off an ear.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket and pressed the button. The blade popped out with a metallic sound. He played with the knife for a minute and put it back in his pocket, saying:

Well, shall we go?

No matter how disgusting I was, I decided that I would rather endure a few minutes of sex than have to suffer for the rest of my life with a disfigured face. And went to the bathroom.

There I made a last attempt to awaken humanity in this aggressive creature, even whose name was unknown to me, convincing him to let me and Nadezhda go.

Better occupy your mouth with something else,” he interrupted me and unbuttoned his trousers.

Having received satisfaction, the sexual aggressor seemed to become a little better. At least his expression became softer.

Don't you want to join your girlfriend? - he asked.

In what sense? – I asked.

The fact is that she will be fucked all night by four insatiable stallions. But I'm better, right? Well, am I better? - he insisted.

What, do I have a choice? – I asked doomedly.

You're right, you have no choice. You will come with me to my home. Unless, of course, you want it to be really bad for you and your girlfriend.

Naturally, I didn't want to. She left the bathroom and, trying not to look in the direction of the bed on which something disgusting was happening, went to the front door.

“Close behind us,” my guard gave instructions to his people as he left.

At the exit from the hostel, seeing the watchman and the phone next to her, I decided to take advantage of what seemed to me to be a chance for salvation.

I need to call home! – I said loudly, rushing to the phone.

But before she even had time to grab the phone, she felt a strong blow to the back of her head and fell onto the concrete floor.

Completely stupefied by drugs. She doesn't even have a home. A homeless woman and a prostitute,” I heard the voice of my tormentor.

Where are you taking her? – the watchwoman timidly asked.

To the police. She tried to clean out my room and harassed my friends. Get up bitch, let's go! Fast!

He grabbed me by the collar and, jerking me off the floor, tore my jacket.

“You should take it easy,” the watchwoman stammered. - Why is it so?

I glanced at my grandmother, full of prayer, when the little animal was already dragging me out into the street.

What, you idiot, don’t you want to live? Better not rock the boat! – he commented on my attempt at liberation.

And then I thought: it’s better to just endure this horror. Unless, of course, I end up being stabbed anyway.

The animal hailed a taxi, whispered to the driver the destination, pushed me into the back seat, climbed in next to me, and we drove off.

“Rest, darling, you’re tired,” he said in a sugary voice, grabbing my head and pushing my face into his lap.

So I lay there, not seeing the way. And he - and this was a completely unbearable mockery - stroked my hair all the way. If I tried to raise my head, he dug his finger into my neck somewhere in the area of ​​the solar artery.

The house we stayed at was very ordinary. There was no number on the apartment door.

Having opened the door with his key, he pushed me into the hallway and then entered himself, loudly informing someone:

Who wants a woman? Welcome guests!

My brothers live here. Be kind to them.

There were seven “brothers”. And compared to them, the one who brought me here seemed like a dwarf. Or, rather, a jackal, ingratiating himself with the tigers in a desire to please them. These were huge men with muscular figures and with the kind of faces that professional killers probably have when they are not working. They sat on the beds, of which there were five in the room, watched TV and drank wine. And I also felt some kind of sweetish smell unknown to me at that time. Looking at this “meeting”, through the throes of a headache, I realized that I was very, very, very unlucky.

At first glance at me, exhausted, they apparently all decided that I was an ordinary cheap prostitute. They greeted me, so to speak, kindly: they sat me down in a chair, offered me a drink and smoked weed. When I refused, one of the “tigers”, looking at me incredulously, asked the “jackal”:

Where did you get it?

“In the hostel,” he answered cheerfully.

“I’m a Muscovite, I have a dad and a mom,” I couldn’t stand it, desperately looking for protection.

The “Jackal” immediately began fussily explaining something to his “brothers” in a language I did not understand. “Tiger” also spoke Chechen, but it was clear from his voice and facial expression that he was unhappy. Then the others joined them, and their conversation turned into an argument. And I could only look at them and silently pray to God that this argument would end successfully for me.

When the bickering was over, several “tigers” began to go to bed, and one of them, the youngest, took me to another room. There were only two beds in this small room. He pulled the mattresses off them onto the floor, placed them along with their linen on the floor, invited me to sit down, sat down next to me and began to talk to me in an insinuating voice. I answered mechanically, but I was thinking about something completely different - my head was completely occupied with fear.

Finally, he ordered me to undress - and another nightmare session began. No, he didn’t mock me openly and even gave me some freedom of action, but that didn’t make me feel any better. My whole body ached, my head was pounding and I really wanted to sleep. I realized that if they started kicking me now, it wouldn’t change much for me. I really wanted to lose consciousness - at least for a while, and I also regretted that I had not smoked what they offered there. Because the most terrible thing was how my clear consciousness perceived every detail absolutely clearly. And time went by so slowly!

When the “tiger” relieved himself several times, he left and I began to get dressed. But then a “jackal” jumped into the room, grabbed my clothes and, shouting for good measure, ran out the door. And immediately the next contender for my body appeared.

This is, of course, a good proverb: “If you are being raped, relax and try to have fun.” I forced myself to relax, as much as possible in such a situation when you are shaking with fear, but with pleasure things were very bad. Worse than bad.

After the second “tiger” the “jackal” came running again. This time he began to undress himself, and I completely lost heart. I think I would have preferred to be raped by one of the other Tigers. At least they didn’t mock me so maliciously, on the sly - they didn’t pull my hair, didn’t try to break my fingers, didn’t pinch me until I had cramps all over my body. “The Jackal” did all this, and with great pleasure. But he brought with him a cigarette filled with “weed” and demanded that I smoke with him. This time I didn’t refuse, but it was useless.

But as a result, I didn’t feel any confusion in my head; I just felt even more nauseous. And with an equally clear head, I endured the third and most painful session of using my body. And only when the little mongrel got tired of abusing the helpless victim, he left me alone, even allowed me to dress lightly and sent me to the kitchen to wash the dishes, promising to break my hands if I broke something.

In the kitchen sat the largest of the local “brothers” - a red-haired Chechen, so lazy and sedate. While I washed the dishes with trembling hands, he talked to me and even offered me a little condolences. He said that I really found myself in a “not very pleasant” situation. But when the sink and furniture around were cleared of numerous plates and cups, he invited me to go back to that small room from which I had left an hour ago.

Listen,” I turned to him, again trying to ease my fate. - You are such a respectable man. Are you really going to take advantage of the woman that your... subordinates just had?

I didn't mean to. But now, looking at you, I wanted to,” he answered and added affectionately: “Our baby completely intimidated you, didn’t he?” Well, it's okay, relax. I won't torture you like he did.

Oh, what a kind uncle!

I was already ready for the fact that after all this entertainment they would simply kill me. But they let me go. And the “baby” took me in a taxi, again pressing my head against his knees, and dropped me off near the hostel.

I went to a friend’s house to first somehow get myself in order, and then return home to my parents. Nadya lay in her room, even more tormented than me, with a broken face. Later it turned out that her rapists, in addition to a lifelong aversion to men, also “gifted” her with venous diseases, including clap, trichomoniasis and pubic lice.

After this, Nadya could no longer stay in the hostel. Unlike the Chechens who raped her, they still lived there happily and, until she left, terrorized her: meeting her somewhere in the hall, they called her a prostitute and “contagious.” Apparently, they decided among themselves that it was she who infected them. This way, naturally, it was more convenient for them - they didn’t have to look for the culprit among their own. Only Ruslan, who provoked this story, apologized to Nadya and conveyed the apology to me through her, but this did not make it any easier.

Nadezhda took her documents from the university and left for her hometown. There she had an abortion and was treated for a long time...

And it turns out that I got away with only fear. Which I now have, apparently, for the rest of my life. When I see a man of Caucasian appearance, I start to pound. It especially hurts when I see Chechens - I can distinguish them from other Caucasians, as they say, with the naked eye. But it would be better - armed..."

Probably, this letter could not be commented on, but after the ellipsis I want to put a full stop. Although I'm not sure that it will be possible to install it.

Has the situation changed since the time mentioned in the letter? Don't know. There is information that “hot Chechen guys” are still not averse to “profiting” from Russian girls. Moreover, now they have an excuse: they say, if Russian men are at war with us, we have the right to treat their women the way in the times of the barbarians we treated the women of our enemies - as powerless prey.

And here the question is this: will people, who believe that everyone is obliged to them and everyone is guilty before them, stop raping our women if this war suddenly ends? Or will they continue to do this with great passion, and we will remain silent so as not to offend their “national feelings”?

From FB

Andrey Veselov
Russians were humiliated in every way; in Grozny there was a poster hanging near the Printing House: Russians, don’t leave, we need slaves
In 1991-1992, TENS OF THOUSANDS of Russians were massacred in Chechnya.
In Shelkovskaya in the spring of 1992, the “Chechen police” confiscated all hunting weapons from the Russian population, and a week later militants came to the unarmed village. They were engaged in re-registration of real estate. Moreover, a whole system of signs was developed for this purpose. Human intestines wrapped around the fence meant: the owner is no longer there, there are only women in the house, ready for “love.” Women's bodies impaled on the same fence: the house is free, you can move in...
I saw columns of buses, which, due to the stench, could not be approached within a hundred meters, because they were filled with the bodies of slaughtered Russians. I saw women cut straight lengthwise with a chainsaw, children impaled on road sign posts, guts artistically wrapped around a fence. We Russians were cleaned out from our own land, like dirt from under our fingernails. And this was 1992 - there were still two and a half years left before the “first Chechen war”...
During the first Chechen war, video recordings were captured of minor Vainakhs having fun with Russian women. They put women on all fours and threw knives as if at a target, trying to hit the vagina. All this was filmed and commented on...

Then came the “fun times”. Russians began to be slaughtered in the streets in broad daylight. Before my eyes, in a line for bread, one Russian guy was surrounded by Vainakhs, one of whom spat on the floor and invited the Russian to lick the spit off the floor. When he refused, his stomach was ripped open with a knife. Chechens burst into a parallel class right during the lesson, chose the three prettiest Russian high school girls and dragged them away with them. Then we found out that the girls were given as a birthday present to a local Chechen authority.
And then it got really fun. Militants came to the village and began to clear it of Russians. At night, the screams of people being raped and slaughtered in their own home could sometimes be heard. And no one came to their aid. Everyone was for himself, everyone was shaking with fear, and some managed to provide an ideological basis for this matter, they say, “my home is my fortress” (yes, dear Rodo, I heard this phrase right then. The person who uttered it is already no longer alive - the Vainakhs wrapped his intestines around the fence of his own house). This is how we, cowardly and stupid, were slaughtered one by one. Tens of thousands of Russians were killed, several thousand ended up in slavery and Chechen harems, hundreds of thousands fled from Chechnya in their underpants.
This is how the Vainakhs resolved the “Russian question” in a separate republic.
The video was filmed by militants in 1999 during the invasion of Basayev’s group in Dagestan. On the way of the group there was our checkpoint, the personnel of which, upon seeing the militants, crap themselves from fear and surrendered. Our servicemen had the opportunity to die like a man, in battle. They did not want this, and as a result they were slaughtered like sheep. And if you watched the video carefully, you should have noticed that only the one who was stabbed last had his hands tied. Fate gave the rest another chance to die like humans. Any of them could stand up and make the last sharp movement in their lives - if not grab the enemy with their teeth, then at least take a knife or machine gun fire to the chest while standing. But they, seeing, hearing, and feeling that their comrade was being slaughtered nearby, and knowing that they would be slaughtered too, still preferred the death of a mutton.
This is a one-on-one situation with the Russians in Chechnya. There we behaved exactly the same. And we were cut out in the same way.
By the way, I always showed captured Chechen videos to every young recruit in my platoon, and then in the company, and they were even less glamorous than the one presented. My fighters looked at torture, and at the ripping open of the stomach, and at sawing off the head with a hacksaw. We looked carefully. After that, it would never have occurred to any of them to surrender.
There, during the war, fate brought me together with another Jew - Lev Yakovlevich Rokhlin. Initially, our participation in the New Year's assault was not expected. But when contact was lost with the 131st Motorized Rifle Brigade and the 81st Motorized Rifle Regiment, we were rushed to help. We broke through to the location of the 8th AK, commanded by General Rokhlin, and arrived at his headquarters. That was the first time I saw him in person. And at first glance he somehow didn’t seem to me: hunched over, with a cold, wearing cracked glasses... Not a general, but some tired agronomist. He set us the task of collecting the scattered remnants of the Maikop brigade and the 81st regiment and leading them to the Rokhlinsky reconnaissance battalion. This is what we did - we collected meat that had pissed itself from fear from the basements and brought it to the location of the Rokhlinsky scouts. There were about two companies in total. At first, Rokhlin did not want to use them, but when all the other groups retreated, 8 AK was left alone in the operational environment in the city center. Against all militants! And then Rokhlin lined up this “army” opposite the line of his fighters and addressed them with a speech. I will never forget this speech. The general’s most affectionate expressions were: “fucking monkeys” and “p@daras.” At the end, he said: “The militants outnumber us fifteen times. And we have nowhere to wait for help. And if we are destined to lie here, let each of us be found under a heap of enemy corpses. Let’s show how Russian soldiers and Russian generals know how to die! Don't let me down, sons..."
Lev Yakovlevich has been dead for a long time - they dealt with him without you. One less Jew, isn't it?
And then there was a terrible, terrible battle, in which out of my platoon of 19 people, six remained alive. And when the Chechens broke through to the location and it came down to grenades, and we realized that we were all going to hell - I saw real Russian people. There was no more fear. There was some kind of cheerful anger, detachment from everything. There was only one thought in my head: “dad” asked me not to let him down.” The wounded bandaged themselves, injected themselves with promedol and continued the battle.
Then the Vainakhs and I fought hand-to-hand. And they ran. This was the turning point in the battle for Grozny. It was a confrontation between two characters - Caucasian and Russian, and ours turned out to be stronger. It was at that moment that I realized that we can do this. We have this solid core within us; we just need to clear it of the stuck shit. We took prisoners in hand-to-hand combat. Looking at us, they didn’t even whine - they howled in horror. And then a radio intercept was read to us - an order from Dudayev passed through the militants’ radio networks: “reconnaissance officers from 8AK and special forces of the Airborne Forces should not be taken prisoner or tortured, but immediately finished off and buried as soldiers.” We were very proud of this order.
Then comes the understanding that neither the Chechens, nor the Armenians, nor the Jews are, in essence, to blame. They only do to us what we allow to be done to ourselves.
Think about what you are doing and study history. And the excuse that one must carry out the order is complacency; there is always a way out to refuse to carry out the order, to resign, so to speak. And if everyone responsibly approached the decision of the fate of the Motherland and resigned, then there would be no Chechen massacre.
I am grateful to the Chechens as teachers for the lesson they taught. They helped me see my true enemy - the cowardly sheep and p@aras, who firmly settled in my own head.
And you continue to fight the Jews and other “untrue Aryans.” I wish you success.
If the Russians were men, no troops would be needed. By 1990, the population of Chechnya was approximately 1.3-1.4 million people, of which 600-700 thousand were Russian. Grozny has about 470 thousand inhabitants, of which at least 300 thousand are Russian. In the original Cossack regions - Naursky, Shelkovsky and Nadterechny - there were about 70% Russians. On our own soil, we lost to an enemy who was two to three times inferior to us in numbers.
And when the troops were brought in, there was practically no one to save.
Yeltsin, the Aklash, could not do this, but the Jew Berezovsky and company were fine. And the facts of his cooperation with the Chechens are well known. As GRANDFATHER said, the Generalissimo was captured.
This does not justify the performers. It was not the Jew Berezovsky who distributed weapons to the Vainakhs, but the Russian Grachev (by the way, a paratrooper, hero of Afghanistan). But when “human rights activists” came to Rokhlin and offered to surrender to the Chechens under their guarantees, Rokhlin ordered them to be placed in cancer and kicked to the front lines. So it doesn’t matter whether the generalissimo was captured or not - the country is alive as long as its last soldier is alive.
forecast for Russia for 2010 from Gaidar.
This schmuck is directly related to the processes that affected each of us in particular, and our entire former Country as a whole. This is from an “economics” point of view.
But I also have questions for him of a non-economic nature. In January 1995, the above-mentioned gentleman, as part of a large delegation of “human rights activists” (led by S.A. Kovalev), came to Grozny to persuade our soldiers to surrender to the Chechens under their personal guarantees. Moreover, Gaidar shone in the tactical air no more intensely than Kovalev. 72 people surrendered under Gaidar’s “personal guarantees”. Subsequently, their mutilated corpses, with signs of torture, were found in the area of ​​the cannery, Katayama and Sq. Just a minute.
This Smart and Handsome man has blood on his hands not up to his elbows, but up to his ears.
He was lucky - he died on his own, without trial or execution.
But the moment will come when, in Russian traditions, its rotten entrails will be taken out of the grave, loaded into a cannon and shot to the west - IT is unworthy to lie in Our Land.
PS: Dear Lieutenant, “the dead have no shame” - it is said about fallen soldiers who lost the battle.
Our ancestors handed us a great Country, and we screwed it up. And in fact, we are all not even sheep, but just fucking sheep. Because our Country perished, and we, who took the oath to defend it “to the last drop of blood,” are still alive.
But. Awareness of this unpleasant fact helps us “squeeze the slave out of ourselves drop by drop,” develop and strengthen our character.” http://www.facebook.com/groups/russian.r egion/permalink/482339108511015/
Following are the facts:
Chechnya Excerpts from the testimony of forced migrants who fled from Chechnya Wind of Change
Russians! Don't leave, we need slaves!
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“Excerpts from the testimony of internally displaced persons who fled Chechnya in the period from 1991 to 1995. The authors' vocabulary has been preserved. Some names have been changed. (Chechnya.ru)
A. Kochedykova, lived in Grozny:
“I left Grozny in February 1993 due to constant threats of action from armed Chechens and non-payment of pensions and wages. I left my apartment with all its furnishings, two cars, a cooperative garage and left with my husband.
In February 1993, Chechens killed my neighbor, born in 1966, on the street. They pierced her head, broke her ribs, and raped her.
War veteran Elena Ivanovna was also killed from the apartment nearby.
In 1993, it became impossible to live there; people were killing all over the place. Cars were blown up right next to people. Russians began to be fired from their jobs without any reason.
A man born in 1935 was killed in the apartment. He was stabbed nine times, his daughter was raped and killed right there in the kitchen."
B. Efankin, lived in Grozny:
“In May 1993, in my garage, two Chechen guys armed with a machine gun and a pistol attacked me and tried to take possession of my car, but could not, because it was being repaired. They shot over my head.
In the fall of 1993, a group of armed Chechens brutally killed my friend Bolgarsky, who refused to voluntarily give up his Volga car. Such cases were widespread. For this reason I left Grozny."

D. Gakuryany, lived in Grozny:
“In November 1994, Chechen neighbors threatened to kill me with a pistol, and then kicked me out of the apartment and moved in there themselves.”

P. Kuskova, lived in Grozny:
“On July 1, 1994, four teenagers of Chechen nationality broke my arm and raped me in the area of ​​the Red Hammer plant when I was returning home from work.”

E. Dapkulinets, lived in Grozny:
“On December 6 and 7, 1994, he was severely beaten for refusing to participate in Dudayev’s militia as part of Ukrainian militants in the village of Chechen-Aul.”

E. Barsykova, lived in Grozny:
“In the summer of 1994, from the window of my apartment in Grozny, I saw how armed people of Chechen nationality approached the garage belonging to Mkrtchan N.’s neighbor, one of them shot Mkrtchan N. in the leg, and then took his car and drove away.”

G. Tarasova, lived in Grozny:
“On May 6, 1993, my husband went missing in Grozny. A.F. Tarasov. I assume that the Chechens forcibly took him to the mountains to work, because he is a welder.”

E. Khobova, lived in Grozny:
“On December 31, 1994, my husband, Pogodin, and brother, Eremin A., were killed by a Chechen sniper while they were cleaning up the corpses of Russian soldiers on the street.”

N. Trofimova, lived in Grozny:
“In September 1994, Chechens broke into the apartment of my sister, O. N. Vishnyakova, raped her in front of her children, beat her son and took away her 12-year-old daughter Lena. She never returned.
Since 1993, my son was repeatedly beaten and robbed by Chechens."

V. Ageeva, lived in Art. Petropavlovskaya Grozny district:
“On January 11, 1995, in the village square, Dudayev’s militants shot Russian soldiers.”

M. Khrapova, lived in Gudermes:
“In August 1992, our neighbor, R.S. Sargsyan, and his wife, Z.S. Sargsyan, were tortured and burned alive.”

V. Kobzarev, lived in the Grozny region:
“On November 7, 1991, three Chechens fired at my dacha with machine guns, and I miraculously survived.
In September 1992, armed Chechens demanded to vacate the apartment and threw a grenade. And I, fearing for my life and the lives of my relatives, was forced to leave Chechnya with my family."

T. Alexandrova, lived in Grozny:
“My daughter was returning home in the evening. The Chechens dragged her into a car, beat her, cut her and raped her. We were forced to leave Grozny.”

T. Vdovchenko, lived in Grozny:
“My neighbor in the stairwell, KGB officer V. Tolstenok, was dragged out of his apartment early in the morning by armed Chechens and a few days later his mutilated corpse was discovered. I personally did not see these events, but O.K. told me about it (address K. not specified, the event took place in Grozny in 1991)".

V. Nazarenko, lived in Grozny:
“He lived in Grozny until November 1992. Dudayev condoned the fact that crimes were openly committed against Russians, and no Chechens were punished for this.
The rector of Grozny University suddenly disappeared, and after some time his corpse was accidentally found buried in the forest. They did this to him because he did not want to vacate the position he held."

O. Shepetilo, born 1961:
"I lived in Grozny until the end of April 1994. I worked in the Kalinovskaya station, Nayp district, as the director of a music school. At the end of 1993, I was returning from work from the Kalinovskaya station to the city of Grozny. There was no bus, so I went to the city on foot. A Zhiguli car drove up to me, a Chechen with a Kalashnikov assault rifle got out of it and, threatening to kill me, pushed me into the car, drove me to the field, there he mocked me for a long time, raped and beat me."

Y. Yunysova:
“Son Zair was taken hostage in June 1993 and was held for 3 weeks, released after paying 1.5 million rubles.”

M. Portnykh:
“In the spring of 1992, in Grozny, on Dyakova Street, a wine and vodka store was completely looted. A live grenade was thrown into the apartment of the manager of this store, as a result of which her husband was killed and her leg was amputated.”

I. Chekulina, born 1949:
“I left Grozny in March 1993. My son was robbed 5 times, all his outer clothing was taken off. On the way to the institute, the Chechens severely beat my son, broke his head, and threatened him with a knife.
I was personally beaten and raped only because I am Russian.
The dean of the faculty of the institute where my son studied was killed.
Before we left, my son’s friend, Maxim, was killed.”

V. Minkoeva, born in 1978:
“In 1992, in Grozny, a neighboring school was attacked. Children (seventh grade) were taken hostage and held for 24 hours. The entire class and three teachers were gang raped.
In 1993, my classmate M. was kidnapped.
In the summer of 1993 on the railway platform. station, before my eyes, a man was shot by Chechens.”

V. Komarova:
“In Grozny, I worked as a nurse in children’s clinic No. 1. Totikova worked for us, Chechen militants came to her and shot the whole family at home.
My whole life was in fear. One day, Dudayev and his militants ran into the clinic, where they pressed us against the walls. So he walked around the clinic and shouted that there was a Russian genocide here, because our building used to belong to the KGB.
I was not paid my salary for 7 months, and in April 1993 I left.”

Yu. Pletneva, born in 1970:
“In the summer of 1994, at 13:00, I was an eyewitness to the execution on Khrushchev Square of 2 Chechens, 1 Russian and 1 Korean. The execution was carried out by four guardsmen of Dudaev, who brought victims in foreign cars. A citizen passing by in a car was injured.
At the beginning of 1994, on Khrushchev Square, one Chechen was playing with a grenade. The check jumped off, the player and several other people nearby were injured.
There were a lot of weapons in the city, almost every resident of Grozny was a Chechen.
The Chechen neighbor was drinking, making noise, threatening rape in a perverted form and murder.”

A. Fedyushkin, born in 1945:
“In 1992, unknown persons armed with a pistol took away a car from my godfather, who lived in the village of Chervlennaya.
In 1992 or 1993, two Chechens, armed with a pistol and a knife, tied up their wife (born in 1949) and eldest daughter (born in 1973), committed violent acts against them, took a TV, a gas stove and disappeared. The attackers were wearing masks.
In 1992, in Art. Chervlennaya was robbed by some men, taking away an icon and a cross, causing bodily harm.
Brother's neighbor who lived in the station. Chervlennoy, in his VAZ-2121 car, left the village and disappeared. The car was found in the mountains, and 3 months later he was found in the river."

V. Doronina:
“At the end of August 1992, my granddaughter was taken away in a car, but was soon released.
In Art. Nizhnedeviyk (Assinovka) in an orphanage, armed Chechens raped all the girls and teachers.
Yunus' neighbor threatened to kill my son and demanded that he sell him the house.
At the end of 1991, armed Chechens burst into my relative’s house, demanded money, threatened to kill me, and killed my son.”

S. Akinshin (born 1961):
“On August 25, 1992, at about 12 o’clock, 4 Chechens entered the territory of a summer cottage in Grozny and demanded that my wife, who was there, have sexual intercourse with them. When the wife refused, one of them hit her in the face with brass knuckles, causing bodily harm. ..".

R. Akinshina (born 1960):
“On August 25, 1992, at about 12 o’clock, at a dacha in the area of ​​the 3rd city hospital in Grozny, four Chechens aged 15-16 years old demanded to have sexual intercourse with them. I was indignant. Then one of the Chechens hit me with brass knuckles and I was raped, taking advantage of my helpless state. After that, under threat of murder, I was forced to perform sexual intercourse with my dog."

H. Lobenko:
“In the entrance of my house, people of Chechen nationality shot 1 Armenian and 1 Russian. They killed the Russian because he stood up for the Armenian.”

T. Zabrodina:
“There was a case when my bag was snatched.
In March - April 1994, a drunken Chechen came into the boarding school where my daughter Natasha worked, beat his daughter, raped her and then tried to kill her. The daughter managed to escape.
I witnessed a neighboring house being robbed. At this time, the residents were in a bomb shelter."

O. Kalchenko:
“Before my eyes, my employee, a 22-year-old girl, was raped and shot by the Chechens on the street near our work.
I myself was robbed by two Chechens; they took away my last money at knifepoint.”

V. Karagedin:
“They killed their son on 01/08/95, earlier the Chechens killed their youngest son on 01/04/94.”

E. Dzyuba:
“Everyone was forced to accept citizenship of the Chechen Republic; if you do not accept, you will not receive food stamps.”

A. Abidzhalieva:
“They left on January 13, 1995 because the Chechens demanded that the Nogais protect them from the Russian troops. They took the cattle. They beat my brother for refusing to join the troops.”

O. Borichevsky, lived in Grozny:
“In April 1993, the apartment was attacked by Chechens dressed in riot police uniforms. They robbed and took away all valuables.”

N. Kolesnikova, born in 1969, lived in Gudermes:
“On December 2, 1993, at the stop “section 36” of the Staropromyslovsky (Staropromyslovsky) district of Grozny, 5 Chechens took me by the hands, took me to the garage, beat me, raped me, and then took me to apartments, where they raped me and injected me with drugs. They released me only on December 5 ".

E. Kyrbanova, O. Kyrbanova, L. Kyrbanov, lived in Grozny:
"Our neighbors - the T. family (mother, father, son and daughter) were found at home with signs of violent death."

T. Fefelova, lived in Grozny:
“A 12-year-old girl was stolen from neighbors (in Grozny), then they planted photographs (where she was abused and raped) and demanded a ransom.”

3. Sanieva:
“During the battles in Grozny, I saw female snipers among Dudayev’s fighters.”

L. Davydova:
“In August 1994, three Chechens entered the house of K.’s family (Gydermes). The husband was pushed under the bed, and the 47-year-old woman was brutally raped (also using various objects). A week later, K. died.
On the night of December 30-31, 1994, my kitchen was set on fire.”

T. Lisitskaya:
“I lived in Grozny near the station, and every day I watched trains being robbed.
On New Year's Eve 1995, Chechens came to me and demanded money for weapons and ammunition."

T. Sukhorykova:
“At the beginning of April 1993, a theft was committed from our apartment (Grozny).
At the end of April 1993, our VAZ-2109 car was stolen.
May 10, 1994 my husband Bagdasaryan G.3. was killed in the street by machine gun shots."

Y. Rudinskaya born in 1971:
“In 1993, Chechens armed with machine guns carried out a robbery at my apartment (Novomarevskaya station). They took away valuables, raped me and my mother, tortured me with a knife, causing bodily harm.
In the spring of 1993, my mother-in-law and father-in-law were beaten on the street (in Grozny).

V. Bochkareva:
“The Dudayevites took hostage the director of the Kalinovskaya school V. Belyaev, his deputy V. I. Plotnikov, and the chairman of the Kalinovsky collective farm Erin. They demanded a ransom of 12 million rubles... Having not received the ransom, they killed the hostages.”

Y. Nefedova:
“On January 13, 1991, my husband and I were subjected to a robbery by Chechens in our apartment (Grozny) - they took away all our valuables, even the earrings.”

V. Malashin born in 1963:
“On January 9, 1995, three armed Chechens burst into T.’s apartment (Grozny), where my wife and I came to visit, robbed us, and two raped my wife, T., and E., who was in the apartment (1979 . R.)".

Yu. Usachev, F. Usachev:
“On December 18-20, 1994, we were beaten by Dudayev’s men because we did not fight on their side.”

E. Kalganova:
“My Armenian neighbors were attacked by Chechens and their 15-year-old daughter was raped.
In 1993, the family of P. E. Prokhorova was subjected to a robbery.

A. Plotnikova:
“In the winter of 1992, the Chechens took away warrants for apartments from me and my neighbors and, threatening with machine guns, ordered me to evict. I left my apartment, garage, and dacha in Grozny.
My son and daughter witnessed the murder of neighbor B. by the Chechens - he was shot from a machine gun.”

V. Makharin, born in 1959:
“On November 19, 1994, the Chechens committed a robbery against my family. Threatened with a machine gun, they threw my wife and children out of the car. They kicked everyone, broke their ribs. They raped my wife. They took away my GAZ-24 car and property.”

M. Vasilyeva:
“In September 1994, two Chechen fighters raped my 19-year-old daughter.”

A. Fedorov:
“In 1993, Chechens robbed my apartment.
In 1994, my car was stolen. I contacted the police. When I saw my car, in which there were armed Chechens, I also reported this to the police. They told me to forget about the car. The Chechens threatened and told me to leave Chechnya."

N. Kovrizhkin:
“In October 1992, Dudayev announced the mobilization of militants aged 15 to 50 years.
While working on the railway, the Russians, including me, were guarded by the Chechens as prisoners.
At the Gudermes station, I saw Chechens shoot a man I didn’t know with machine guns. The Chechens said they killed a bloodline."

A. Byrmyrzaev:
“On November 26, 1994, I witnessed how Chechen militants burned 6 opposition tanks along with their crews.”

M. Panteleeva:
“In 1991, Dudayev’s militants stormed the building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Chechen Republic, killing police officers, a colonel, and wounding a police major.
In Grozny, the rector of the oil institute was kidnapped and the vice-rector was killed.
Armed militants burst into my parents' apartment - three in masks. One - in a police uniform, at gunpoint and torture with a hot iron, they took away 750 thousand rubles... and stole a car."

E. Dudina, born in 1954:
“In the summer of 1994, Chechens beat me on the street for no reason. They beat me, my son and my husband. They took my son’s watch. Then they dragged me into the entrance and performed a sexual act in a perverted form.
One woman I know told me that when she was traveling to Krasnodar in 1993, the train was stopped, armed Chechens entered and took away money and valuables. A young girl was raped in the vestibule and thrown out of the carriage (already at full speed).

I. Udalova:
“On August 2, 1994, at night two Chechens burst into my house (the city of Gudermes), my mother was cut in the neck, we managed to fight off, I recognized one of the attackers as a schoolmate. I filed a statement with the police, after which they began to harass me and threaten my life son. I sent my relatives to the Stavropol region, then left myself. My pursuers blew up my house on November 21, 1994."

V. Fedorova:
“In mid-April 1993, my friend’s daughter was dragged into a car (Grozny) and taken away. After some time, she was found murdered and raped.
A friend of mine from home, whom a Chechen tried to rape while visiting, was caught that same evening on the way home by the Chechens and raped her all night.
On May 15-17, 1993, two young Chechens tried to rape me at the entrance to my house. The next door neighbor, an elderly Chechen, fought me off.
In September 1993, when I was driving to the station with an acquaintance, my acquaintance was pulled out of the car, kicked, and then one of the Chechen attackers kicked me in the face.”

S. Grigoryants:
“During Dudayev’s reign, Aunt Sarkis’s husband was killed, his car was taken away, then my grandmother’s sister and her granddaughter disappeared.”

N. Zyuzina:
“On August 7, 1994, work colleague Sh.Yu.L. and his wife were captured by armed bandits. On August 9, his wife was released, she said that they were beaten, tortured, they demanded a ransom, she was released for money. On September 5, 1994, mutilated Sh.’s body was found in the area of ​​the chemical plant.”

M. Olev:
“In October 1993, our employee A.S. (born 1955, a train dispatcher), was raped for about 18 hours right at the station and several people were beaten. At the same time, a dispatcher named Sveta (b. 1964) was raped. The police talked to criminals in Chechen style and released them."

V. Rozvanov:
“The Chechens tried to steal their daughter Vika three times, twice she ran away, and the third time they saved her.
Son Sasha was robbed and beaten.
In September 1993, they robbed me, took off my watch and hat.
In December 1994, 3 Chechens searched the apartment, smashed the TV, ate, drank and left."

A. Vitkov:
“In 1992, T.V., born in 1960, mother of three young children, was raped and shot.
They tortured neighbors, an elderly husband and wife, because the children sent things (container) to Russia. The Chechen Ministry of Internal Affairs refused to look for the criminals."

B. Yaroshenko:
“More than once during 1992, Chechens in Grozny beat me, robbed my apartment, and smashed my car because I refused to take part in hostilities with the opposition on the side of the Dudayevites.”

V. Osipova:
“She left because of oppression. She worked at a plant in Grozny. In 1991, armed Chechens came to the plant and forced Russians out to vote. Then unbearable conditions were created for the Russians, widespread robberies began, garages were blown up and cars were taken away.
In May 1994, my son, Osipov V.E., was leaving Grozny; armed Chechens did not allow me to load my things. Then the same thing happened to me, all things were declared the “property of the republic.”

K. Deniskina:
“I was forced to leave in October 1994 due to the situation: constant shooting, armed robberies, murders.
On November 22, 1992, Dudayev Hussein tried to rape my daughter, beat me, and threatened to kill me."

A. Rodionova:
“At the beginning of 1993, warehouses with weapons were destroyed in Grozny, they were arming themselves. It got to the point that children went to school with weapons. Institutions and schools were closed.
In mid-March 1993, three armed Chechens broke into the apartment of their Armenian neighbors and took away valuables.
I was an eyewitness in October 1993 to the murder of a young guy whose stomach was ripped open during the day.”

H. Berezina:
“We lived in the village of Assinovsky. Our son was constantly beaten at school, he was forced not to go there. At my husband’s work (local state farm), Russians were removed from leadership positions.”

L. Gostinina:
“In August 1993 in Grozny, when I was walking down the street with my daughter, in broad daylight a Chechen grabbed my daughter (born in 1980), hit me, dragged her into his car and took her away. Two hours later she returned home, she said that she was raped.
Russians were humiliated in every way. In particular, in Grozny, near the Printing House there was a poster: “Russians, don’t leave, we need slaves.”
Picture taken from: Wrath of the People and Sergey Ovcharenko shared a photo of Andrey Afanasyev.