Rogozin Pavel biography

In G. at the beginning of the city, he went from ordinary to the commander of the company with the military rank of junior lieutenant. He was wounded four times. As a result of the last injury received in March, he first worked in the coal industry, and with G. was a member of the board of the Donetsk Society of Alef and an activist of Ukraine - Israel. In Israel, since October, by the nature of my classes, I have come across new people daily.

And, as a rule, a lot became known to me about recent strangers. Often, if the situation allowed, even before a conversation with the interlocutor, I tried to find out by appearance who he was. I didn’t always need it as a lawyer. Rather, it was a game, a game with itself. My steepness was satisfied if I correctly called, for example, the profession of a stranger. In that autumn morning, two visitors, a man and a woman were seated in a legal consultation before my table in a legal consultation, and I wondered who they were.

Or maybe brother and sister? And they are similar and unlike. For many years, as I, brought up in a family with “extremely international”, I would say, cosmopolitan views, began to divide people into Jews and non -Jews. Life itself pushed me, like other fellow tribesmen. But let's return to my visitors. Both were small in stature, dark -haired, pretty, about the same age, both carefully and tastefully dressed.

I have not yet had time to decide about their nationality, as from their excited story I learned that they were Russians, and the last circumstance they noticeably emphasized. They live in the mining village of our city in Donetsk, occupy a room in a house with a corridor system. Not sure if my Israeli reader knows what a house with the corridor system is. Maybe only the old -timers remember.

In our case, it was a two -story house with a wooden staircase to the second floor, with a corridor, into which there were ten doors on each side. At the end of the corridor were a toilet and a room with several washbasins. The floors in the corridor are planned. To the nearest asphalt highway meters of continuous mud. In the future, the reader will understand all the importantness of these details in my story.

I began to bore the abundance, as it seemed to me then, trifles in their story. I began to incline to the fact that we are talking about some household conflict. After a small pause, during which his wife Raisa began to sob, Vladimir said: "When they hung me ...". Vladimir explained: “They tied my hands from behind, put it on a chair in the corridor, threw a rope loop around the neck, let the rope through the hook in the ceiling ...”.

After a pause, he continued in a completely different, suddenly settled voice: “Paradise was very scared. She darted into our room, grabbed tailor scissors that turned up by the arm and drove them into Paramonov’s back. ” Now it became clear to me why in their story they paid so much attention to this neighbor. It was Paramonov who pulled the free end of the rope, tightening the loop on the neck of Vladimir.

The end of the scissors entered the right light Paramonov ... At the beginning of the spouses, I got the impression that it would be a conflict on the basis of anti -Semitism. As I was convinced that I was not mistaken, and continued to listen to visitors, I thought more and more about the situation, its tactical and legal characteristics. I repent, I preferred to entrust, or rather, to contribute, the protection of the Jewish customers to their Russian comrades, when the fellow tribesmen turned to me for protection.

Probably, in this regard, I will not understand the Israeli, but my reader-retrothaant will understand me. The atmosphere in which we lived was felt by the skin. I explained my position in this matter to myself with the priority of the interests of the client. And there was, of course, right. Even a little admired his self -sacrifice. But somewhere deep down I realized that I am at the same time avoiding the situation, with which there would be, including among judges, those who would say: “That's how it bursts!

They all stand behind their own. ” And if they do not say, they will definitely think. I got to the college of lawyers at a time when no Jew could get into it anymore. In the collegium, as in the public service, what was equivalent, the scheme of "not to expel, but also not accept it. And I got there because for a very short time the duties of the chairman of the Donetsk College were performed by Alekseev, a front -line soldier and a decent person.

Subsequently, he had troubles for this, despite the fact that I am a disabled person of the Patriotic War, an officer awarded orders, and graduated with honors from the Law Institute. There was something to think about before taking on the defense of Raisa Yakovlevna Pashkevich. By the way, both her surname and patronymic were also “suspicious”. But the decision was made, and now I read a criminal case on her charges under Art.

Interrogation protocols leave the impression that the investigator is conscientious: all events are recorded. But why don't I find the main thing in the case file, because of what the cheese brow has flared up? Why was Raisa are brought to justice at all?In the materials of the resolution of the investigator to refuse to initiate a criminal case against Paramonov I.

Paramonov I. How I found out from the client, the investigator did not record that part of their testimony in which they spoke about the actual causes of self -guess. But the fact that the investigator refused to record does everything that happened on the day of the miner's day. As if exclusively justified, apparently, for a thousandth time, repeating his pedigrees, and Vladimir, and Raisa proved to me their Slavic origin.

Moreover, innocently suffering because of appearance, we deeply sympathize with your nationality. ” That is how he put it: "Yours." Listening to Vladimir, looking at him and Raisa, I remembered the joke: “Are you a Jew? This is a joke, and my couple had a life did not work out. Even before his acquaintance, each of them is separately heard in his address “Jew”, “Jew”.

When Vladimir received a room in a house belonging to the mine, in his misfortune, a neighbor was Paramonov, who lived on the ground floor. The corridor system on the ground floor was rebuilt, the rooms were connected, converted into three -room landscaped apartments with all the amenities, in one of which he lived with the Paramona family, a trade union boss, a shirt, a guy capable of drinking a liter of vodka without noticeable consequences.

For many Paramons, a benefactor: either helps to receive a room, then a ticket, entering the mine chief itself. The soul is wide open: the miner is a friendly fist on the back of the back, the employee will slap the sake of the back or grab the chest. And your favorite joke is to pour vodka by the scruff of the one who refuses to drink. At first, good -natured jokes of a neighbor “Ah, Javrei, why did you crucify Christ?

Maybe someone believed this, someone is not, but truly: if there were no Jews, they should have invented them. In a monotonous life, where hard labor alternated with a feast, muzzle and play “in a goat”, something interesting, funny fell.

Almost all the neighbors joined in grass. Young people avoided meetings with them, hid in their cozy and clean room, as in a shell. They don’t call to visit them, they don’t put a bottle on the table. Raisa says: “Honestly, not because of stinginess. The game entered the new phase. Well, how to get them out of the shell? He called the Paramonov Vladimir with an official letter, on receipt, at a meeting of the mining committee.

Is this your Joint teaching this? But that's not all. Unlike RAI, most women did not work in the house. The earnings of men-shahs allowed them to conduct households. This earnings would allow you to maintain a cleaning lady of public places for family budgets completely painlessly and even imperceptibly for family budgets. But this in their eyes would be a sign of barking.

Naturally, Paradise was supposed to clean the “my” day. The fragile paradise was not easy, and loving Vladimir helped her. Everyone who still doubted before, became convinced: “Of course, Jews. Not like us. " This hatred of the Jews, generated by their dissimilarity, has been accumulating for centuries. A new pretext was found for mockery: "You clean it badly." The foreman's court was, as a rule, biased, dependent on the one who was daytime.

Now the reader is clear to what these long -awaited days of the duty of RAI have turned into. The last straw in the bowl of their patience was the proposal of Raisa brought to the despair of Raisa.