Konstantin Kozlovsky biography
Gatchina, Russian, from nobles, non -partisan, cadet of the Petrograd Marine School. The Presidium of Petrogubchk on April 22, on serving the punishment of Art. Leningrad, st. Lenin, the village of secondly arrested in the city was terminated for the lack of corpus delicti. Again arrested on March 13, for the escape from the place of exile, he was arrested on August 7, shot on November 5, we loved each other mutually and he treated me very warmly.
I was the son of his older brother Nikolai, who was no longer alive died in the year. The time of my memories belongs to - years; I was 5-9 years old at that time. A few words of the background of life by Uncle Koti. In March, the sailors of Kronstadt rebelled against dominance in the authorities of the Communists, who had a lot of benefits in that hungry and cold time.
Zinoviev and Kalinin called this event a rebellion, led by the former tsarist General Kozlovsky. Alexander Nikolaevich Kozlovsky only a few months as he was appointed head of the artillery of the Kronstadt Marine Fortress, performed his main work and did not participate in any meetings. After the press about these events, on March 3, the whole Kozlovsky family was arrested in Petrograd on March 3: the wife of the former general Natalia Konstantinovna, the mother of four sons and daughters, as well as their relatives, acquaintances and namesakes.
Petrochk, Shpalenaya, “Crosses”, commodity wagons by rail to Arkhangelsk and further along the Northern Dvina on the barges to Kholmogor, where the first concentration camp was arranged in the monastery. All the Kozlovsky brothers were given for the year, and their mother - five years of the labor concentration camp, as they said among themselves - for the year for each of her child.
After the end of the annual term, my father, and before his arrest, was a member of the Vyborg district party committee, a deputy of the Petrosovet and the Commissioner of the Polytechnic Institute, and the youngest of the Paul brothers, who studied before the arrest in the Tenishevsky School on Mokhova, returned to Petrograd. And Konstantin and Dmitry, who studied before the arrest at the school of the Komalno Fleet, school named after Frunze, sent to Fontanka 90 to the military transit point and from there to exile in Cherepovets for vowel supervision.
There they both worked as movers in the port, and Uncle Kotya still walked with advertising on his chest and on her back. Later, my father achieved a reduction in the term of the mother, and she was also sent into exile in Cherepovets. Only a couple of years later they managed to return to Petrograd. The whole family settled on Krasny Avenue Zor now Kamennoostrovsky.
Natalia Konstantinovna taught a foreign language at the Mint, and Konstantin and Dmitry tried to continue their studies in higher educational institutions and got a job at the hydrological institute. They were subjected to research on all the large rivers of the North-West, Siberia and the Urals-until the end of the year, when many people were shot in Smolny, and at the beginning of the year, Leningrad was cleaned from “unreliable people”, in March all Kozlovskys were arrested and sent to the Kazakhstan steppe.
I return to my children's memories. There are not very many of them, because the Christmas tree was remembered, which he brought us to the 7th floor to the attic of the communal apartment on the street. Pisarev, and how we adorned her with candy wrappers and cotton toys then there were no Christmas tree toys. I remember very well the day spent at home at Uncle Koti on the street.
Lenin, on the 6th floor. All the walls of his rooms were hung with cards with strange names for me. And in the left corner of the wall, bordering the corridor, a real convenient staircase on the mezzanine was made, arranged due to high ceilings in the room and corridor. I really liked to climb there, and there were stored in rolls different maps of workers' survey districts and other expensive and uncle cats and things needed by uncle.
There, for the first time, I saw the general epaulettes and axelbants, but did not know who they belonged to. In our last meeting, Uncle Kotya gave me a small telescope, with a diameter of a five -bickeeper coin, but with three extending sections. I really liked to look at it from our balcony of the attic on the seventh floor. Uncle Koti’s mother, my grandmother Natalia Konstantinovna sheltered a student of the forestry Academy Lydia Ivanovna Bazhenova, who, living in the neighborhood, often talked with the Kozlovsky brothers.
Over time, her friendship with Uncle Kotya became constant and durable, they became husband and wife, and Lidia Ivanovna went on an expedition during her vacation. In March, when Uncle Kotya was sent from Leningrad, Lidia Ivanovna was sick, Professor Krestinsky stood up for her, and she remained in Leningrad. Lidia Ivanovna received the last postcard from uncle in September.
Many years passed, somewhere in the sixties, Lidia Ivanovna called our house. From this conversation, I learned that in the year she brought her mother the whole correspondence of Kozlovsky, and I remember that under the bed of her mother, a metal, nickelled with balls, stood a basket woven from wood chips full of letters and cards in her. Apparently, because of my age, they did not interest me at all.My mother went to Kolpino to teach at the School of the Federal Penitentiary Service of the Fabric-Zavodskiy, she met Mikhail Mikhailovich Vinogradov, who at that time at the Izhora factory.
He became my stepfather, and I had a brother Yura in June.
I remember that Uncle Misha and mother with this basket, full of correspondence of the Kozlovsky, went out of town and burned all its contents - "fear of fear is great." These were terrible years! But the Great Patriotic War began. In the fall of the year, hunger has already begun. We sold a wardrobe for a durand plate with a squeeze from pressed sunflower seeds, and then we gave the Podolsk sewing machine a gram of millet.
Then I exchanged a telescope for several frozen potatoes. Our Uncle Misha was the first to die on December 24, after the New Year, three more corpses of neighbors appeared in the apartment, followed by my aunt thesis and her daughter Aida. There was no food, diluted the mustard dry and smeared it on paper, and then scraped a spoon and ate, ate a jelly of carpentry glue. From my mother’s leather portfolio, I cooked soup, cutting it with ribbons.
My energetic mother “lay down”, my face turned yellow. And I, the mother and three -year -old brother Yura himself took them out on the “Road of Life” through Lake Ladoga on March 28 of the year. The cars walked on the ice, and the wheels were not visible, water protected, and many fell into wormwood. I am enclosing fragments of the memoirs of the widow of Uncle Koti, Lidia Ivanovna Bazhenova -?
The typewriter is dated May 24. Boris Nikolaevich Kozlovsky, S. From my memoirs about Konstantin Alexandrovich Kozlovsky in Leningrad, I arrived in August. Prior to this, she studied in Moscow at the Faculty of Faculty of Forestry Institute, which was combined with the Leningrad Forest Institute in the year, and in general arose on the basis of the Leningrad Forest Institute of the Forestry Institute, the chemical and technology faculty of which I graduated.
In the fall of the same year, I met the three Kozlovsky brothers. They seemed amazing to me in the sense that I immediately felt like with them, as with a long -acquaintance. Very soon, I made friends with Konstantin Alexandrovich and Dmitry Alexandrovich and spent quite a lot of time with them, because, having arrived in Leningrad, I lived with their mother Natalia Konstantinovna.
From the side of Natalia Konstantinovna, I saw a lot of attention and worries, which was important to me, since then I had just lost my mother. Friendship with the Kozlovsky brothers brightened up my first months in Leningrad, and I was sorry to part with them when, having had a month and a half in Leningrad, they left for an expedition. Natalya Konstantinovna and I remained together.
She treated me perfectly, talked a lot about her life. I was good and interesting with her. Konstantin Aleksandrovich and Dmitry Alexandrovich returned to Leningrad in the summer of the year, when I was in production practice in Okulovka. While they were not in Leningrad, we corresponded. Konstantin Alexandrovich wrote more often, Dmitry Alexandrovich less often.
I was glad to return to Leningrad. Very soon, after meeting Konstantin Alexandrovich, I realized that he was tired of the experienced, that he wants to work and study, I want to feel solid ground under his feet. Observing him, I noticed that he often nervous and he, sometimes elevated, is caused by artificially, as if artificially, so as not to lose heart and be, as they say now, “in shape”.
Previously experienced patted his nerves. Konstantin Alexandrovich did not have peace of mind. In the fall of the year, Konstantin Alexandrovich entered a higher educational institution, however, not where he wanted. Instead of the university, I had to choose a pedagogical institute. At first he was enrolled in the Faculty of Geographical, but changed it to the English department of the Faculty of Foreign Languages.
Geographical faculty of the Institute. Herzen was united next year with the same faculty of Leningrad University, and it was possible to regret that Konstantin Alexandrovich did not remain at the pedagogical institute at this faculty. But, generally speaking, in those years, even for several years, even several years, it was not always possible to graduate from a higher educational institution according to the circumstances independent of them.
There were still difficult years, and then Konstantin Alexandrovich left the pedagogical institute. At that time, so on this work was painstaking and required careful and accurate execution. It seemed to me that Konstantin Alexandrovich was happy to plunge into it and found a kind of interest in it. Then I helped him a little in this work. We got married with Konstantin Aleksandrovich in December.
Subsequently, t. I knew that, in connection with the events of the year, all four brothers Kozlovsky had to survive a lot of heavy, Gorky, which could and, perhaps, should have reflected on the subsequent formation of their characters.