Kovshov disappeared, and the shovels were soon really brought to us on carts. Bread and makhra were also delivered by railcar, but they didn't have to try hot food that night.
The rocky Ural land that we had to dig that night, and our trenches were not very deep. But the early sun, rising from behind the red pines, found us already in the trenches. The red sun and red trunks of pines at dawn - it was all familiar from childhood ... We ate bread, snacking on sugar. Suddenly our platoonman ran through the trenches, bending down:
- Get ready, Czechs are coming, Czechs ... Czechs ...
Ahead everything was quiet, at the foot of the gloomy green hills everything was motionless, and no matter how we stared, we did not see anything yet. Suddenly there was shooting, bullets flew. Hiding behind the mounds piled up in front of the trenches, we answered, sparing no cartridges, since there were enough of them. We fired without seeing anything in front of us. And this shooting, albeit discordant, but fierce, led to the goal - the White Czechs retreated, and soon an order to stop firing followed.
On this day, the White Czechs retreated from Zlatoust and went to Miass.
ON SIEVE POSITION
Is it an accident that the White Czechs, having seized the entire railway from Simbirsk to Vladivostok, were unable to seize Zlatoust and other factories located between Zlatoust and Ufa? Looking back in time, I think that this could not have been an accident. Despite some petty-bourgeois vacillations that the Zlatoust workers were subjected to at that time, when they saw that power could return to the bourgeoisie, class reason prevailed, and they helped the Bolsheviks to defend Soviet power in their city with arms in hand.
When you now read the numerous speeches of the Ural Red Guards and partisans, you can see that in other workers' centers of the Urals things were about the same as in Zlatoust. The situation in the country was complicated, but the working mass basically understood correctly where the friends were and where the enemies were. In places such as Minyar, Asha and the Epiphany Plant, and throughout the workers in the factory Urals, the White Czechs met with resistance and the desire of workers to defend their power.
It was a difficult time. Chrysostom found himself in a state of siege. Fronts on both sides - from Chelyabinsk, and then from Ufa. Communication with Yekaterinburg, which was then correctly called the capital of the proletarian Urals, was maintained through the West Ural railway line. Through Zlatoust, communication was carried out with units of the South Ural Front, which was commanded by Blucher. Fulfilling a military assignment, our old comrade Mikhail Golubykh left there, to Blucher, some time after the start of the uprising.
The situation became more difficult every day. Whiteguard gangs roamed the deep wooded mountains of the Zlatoust district and sometimes seized power in the volost villages, and even in some factories. More than once, when I was on duty at the telegraph, the apparatus suddenly began to knock, and the telegraph operator received a telegram with approximately the following content:
“The rapists are Bolsheviks! Leave Chrysostom kindly, or we will chase you by force! " Signature: "Committee of People's Power of such and such volost."
This meant that the kulak-Socialist-Revolutionary gang captured the village. The next morning a platoon of a communist company was sent there, and in the shortest possible time the bandits were kicked out of the village.
After night shifts or a march of comrades, we returned to the editorial office of the newspaper and published the next issue. Sometimes during work, when for some reason the rumble of voices in the editorial office died down and the carts did not rattle past the windows, one could hear artillery fire coming from the front.
The front, which until June 18 took place in Turgoyak and Miass, in places dear to my heart in my childhood, has now moved twelve to fifteen versts to Zlatoust. Now it passed somewhere near Topoz and Urzhumka, along the Great Urals, where the geographical border between Europe and Asia lay. And it became creepy, my heart beat faster. But at such moments, curses were written with particular fervor against international imperialism and bloodthirsty capital.
After all, I wandered along the edge of the sparkling area of waters, stretching to the sky-rising, distant dark blue mountains of the opposite shore. They were not the shore of a lake, they existed on their own - the black-green wall of the Falcon Ridge, on which, unlike Ilmensky, not a single arable land, not a single mowing can be seen. And even further, behind it, behind those stony towers that adorned the stony ridge, the blue knots of the Greater Urals were turning blue.
Seven miles away, a strip of surf is visible on the other side, the air is so transparent, as if it is not there at all. The lake sparkled under the sun, it changed its color. Sometimes the far half of it suddenly became covered with white combs - there was a wind blowing from the gorge, and it was quiet here. Then the excitement reached us ...
Every morning we went to the lake. Along its very bank, adjacent to the village, stretched that half-mile dune covered with small smooth pebbles, formed by the constant surf, from which I first saw the lake. Maybe here the lake once jutted into a deep bay, reaching the very Ilmensky ridge? So I thought. After all, only here the lake was not enclosed in a ring of mountains, only here it was separated by this dune from the swamp, from the pond, from the village, stretching beyond the pond, from the whole valley beyond which the Ilmensky ridge is visible. Here is the only place where the village could stretch out, a place that was definitely created for it ...
This is how the acquaintance with the lake began. After some time, I noticed that some parts of the opposite bank are visible more clearly, they seem to be better traced. These were peninsulas jutting out into the lake. Cuddling against the other bank and standing out in a dark mass on it, one could see a gloomy grove with pointed tops of fir-trees. The island of Vera was called it, the island of the saint of old Vera. It was separated from the opposite shore only by a shallow strait. Not far from the island of Vera there was another, unnamed island, like a green swirl sticking out of the water - this is the top of an underwater mountain. There was another island on the lake, light-stony and bright green, all overgrown with raspberries - it was called the Chaek Island.
Turgoyak is full of water. The pond was formed from its excess water, which, along a narrow channel, quietly drifts towards the village all the time. Passing under the dam, where the mill stands, this channel turns into a stream that flows into the "Miass River, flowing at the foot of the Ilmensky Vrebt. It's also good there, but we are reluctant to go that side, and that side is of little interest to us. And the swamp, and whose , and the Miass river with its creeks, and the boardwalk bridge across the river - all this looks like what I have seen and will see many times ...
And the lake, although I saw it every day, every time suddenly surprised me, suddenly opening up in front of me. An exact feeling told me that I would never and nowhere see such a miracle, a frank miracle, not only every day, but every new hour! "
And there was such a minute when I, having come out to the coastal ridge, again saw the lake through the red trunks of pines, and admiration before him with such force seized me that I could not stand it and started dancing ... Probably, if you look from the side, very my figure was funny in short pants and sandals on my bare feet, now bouncing with outstretched arms, now squatting, and sometimes soaring to the right and to the left.
One night I was awakened by my sister's scream. There was a thunderstorm, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed at once in all the windows. My sister was very afraid of a thunderstorm, closing her eyes, crawled under the covers, under the mattress and claimed that she still saw lightning. Mother and nanny fiddled with her, they had no time for me.
"What about the lake?" - I thought.
From a distance you could hear it roar. So, putting on my sandals and putting on my coat, I ran to the lake.
Such thunderstorms, probably, happen only in the Urals. Thunder rumbled incessantly, lightning piercing the forest, brighter than day. I knew every stump, every root here. But the wind drove streams of water along the paths, and it was difficult to reach the lake. And yet I ran to the lake - it roared, still invisible, roared louder, the wind grew stronger from there. When I ran to the place where the swamp ended, I suddenly felt that the rain began to pour in buckets.
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