I recently placed a post about a Soviet surrogate currencies, which among others mentioned the notorious bonds Treasury bonds. In the comments to this post reader https://ded-vasilij.livejournal.com/profile” target=”_self” rel=”nofollow”>
ded_vasilij. I this comment what is called hooked and I decided to make a separate post. Review under the cut.
“In the years when I traveled by Ambulance from the substation on the street Klimashkina (early 70’s) I had to primarity ever one absolutely divine dandelion, coeval 20th century, good appearance veterano NKVD (among the documents that were required to fill the sad zadelki was carefully preserved diplomas of the Gulag, winning medals-medals rags-boxes). But the most valuable thing in his act honestly, without fear or dill, a hitch life grandfather kept at his side, in bed, in the old calico suitcase. These were the same bonds many of Stalin’s loans. Several thousand pieces in packs, probably 15-20 pounds, tightly Packed in the suitcase. The last words of the dying was neither remorse nor memories of loved ones, but that this unprecedented value (probably millions of rubles at face value) he can’t take and now they will get nephews – thieves and drunkards.
On this warm heart has ceased to beat, a cool head sank on his breast, and only an infinitely clean hands, a death grip clutching the suitcase with bonds that hundreds of hard-working hands clean, before you end up in a Soviet concentration camp, voluntarily got on their labor income, in the name of the bright future of your fucking“.
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This story reminded me of a biography of the Stalinist brigade commander, Schadenko. I wrote about it.
About him after his death recalled the former chief military Prosecutor Nikolay porfirevich Afanasiev:
“By the end of his life he [Schadenko] was absolutely abnormal. The conceit and arrogance increased some pathological greed and hoarding. Schadenko, was left alone – his wife died, no children. His dacha, he was selling the vegetables and saved money. Ill, he took to the Kremlin hospital your pillows, blankets and mattress. When he died, the mattress was a money – over one hundred and sixty thousand rubles. For them he died...”
One mattress the money on which he died. Another had a suitcase full of bonds Treasury bonds, arm in arm with whom he went to keep the last answer. Here they were, the chain of Stalin’s dogs.
