We are resuming a series of essays from the history of our university NUST MISIS under the title "Red Hogwarts". Today is about good people and disputes on the Web.
How was the classic? "I looked around me - my soul became wounded by the sufferings of mankind."
Exactly. At least don’t go to the social network, “bulk-crunches”, “commies” and “liberals” are again fighting to the death on the Internet, the screams are multiplying, the fans are overheating, and no one wants to give in. Everyone demands the immediate fulfillment of their own dreams, and no one wants to live in reality.
Want to tell a real life story of a real person? As it often happens with me - incomplete, truncated, but no less revealing.
For me, this story began with the site "Letters from the Past", where collectors of postcards gather. Correspondence of two girls, two schoolgirls, two Nagy was found there.
Nothing special - the usual correspondence of two St. Petersburg girlfriends, one of whom left for the summer with her dad in the then not yet resort Zheleznovodsk, and the second misses her own - which is rare - dacha in Kellomyaki.
June 1908, six years before the great war, nine years before the great revolution. Nadia Stukolkina sends a postcard with a view of Kellomyaki to Nadia Sergeeva:
"Dear Nadia! Thank you for your letter. How are you? We moved to the cottage on May 28th. The weather is fine, with only occasional rain. I can kiss Shura only in a letter, since they went abroad with my mother. I am sending you a view of the Kellomyak church. I kiss you hard 1000000000000000000000000000000 times.
Loving you Nadya Stukolkina.
The second postcard, continuing the "dacha correspondence", was sent four years later, in August 1912.
The postcard was sent from Kuokkala to Terioki station, Vammelsu, Metsekyuli, Sycheva's dacha. The recipient is still the same Nadya Sergeeva.
The girls have grown up, they are no longer children, which is noticeable at least in handwriting, and their hobbies are almost adults. As they would say today, people are interested in “the latest gadgets” - they take pictures on photographic plates:
Dear Nadia! How is your health. Have you recovered? I don't know what to think anymore, because I haven't received anything from you. We recently had a competition. I hung out there all day. Are you developing my records? I am eager to see my wonderful image. Bye see you. I wholeheartedly kiss and bow to yours.
The third postcard was written the following summer, in the prewar year of 1913, and in it Nadia Sergeeva is already writing to her friend Nadia Stukolkina - there, in Kellomyaki from Kuokkala.
Dear Nadia. Thank you very much for the invitation. Mom let me in, and I'll come to you on Saturday, approximately after our dinner, at 7 or 8 o'clock, as I have to meet dad. Terribly glad to see you. Bye. Kiss hard.
Your Nadia.
Here, in fact, is the entire correspondence. Agree, there is nothing special about it. Is that the image of that, long gone, era.
The inquisitive and curious inhabitants of the site "Letters from the Past" restored the identities of both friends.
Nadia Stukolkina is the granddaughter of the famous Russian ballet dancer Timofey Alekseevich Stukolkin.
Her father, Nikolai Timofeevich Stukolkin, was a famous architect, a graduate of the Imperial Academy of Arts. In 1891 he became the architect of the Palace Administration, and until 1917 he was in this position, rising to the rank of "State Councilor".
He himself built little, rebuilt more, but among his reconstructions there are very curious things, such as the chapel of the Holy Prince Alexander Nevsky in the fence of the Summer Garden, which was erected on the site of Karakozov's attempt on the life of Alexander II. Now it no longer exists, but it looked like this:
In St. Petersburg, the Stukolkins lived on Fontanka Embankment 2, in residential buildings of the court department, which the architect himself rebuilt in 1907-1909.
The Stukolkin family remained in Russia after the revolution; in the Soviet Union, Nikolai Timofeevich worked as an architect and engineer.
He died of starvation in the most terrible first blockade winter at the age of 78.
I did not find any information about the fate of Nadia Stukolkina.
It is only clear that she, too, has long passed away - her friends were clearly born either at the turn of the century, or, more likely, at the very end of the XNUMXth century.
None of them are gone, but the Stukolkins' dacha in Kellomyaki is still alive, from where little Nadia wrote to her friend in the Caucasus, and where Nadia Sergeeva was going to come to the "pajama party" in 1913. True, the village of Kellomyaki is now called Komarovo. Yes, yes, the one where everyone goes exclusively for a week.
And the Stukolins' dacha in Komarovo - here it is:
Or even here, from a different angle:
As for Nadia Sergeeva, she was the daughter of mining engineer Mikhail Vasilyevich Sergeev, a well-known Russian and Soviet hydrogeologist, one of the founders of this scientific direction in Russia. Mikhail Vasilievich was the discoverer of the Pyatigorsk narzan (1890), the head of the Technical Department of the Mining Department with a salary of 1500 rubles, a full member of the Russian Geographical Society and a real state councilor, holder of many orders.
By the way, one of the four people who determined the fate of the city of Sochi, where people who know the buyback live. That is how many specialists were members of the Commission for the Study of the Black Sea coast of the Caucasus. It was Sergeyev and his comrades who, at the end of the work of the Commission, presented to the Cabinet of Ministers detailed reports on the resort prospects of Sochi and its environs.
In general, Sergeev did quite a lot for Sochi, he came there to work with his family every summer and, among other things, was even elected a comrade (deputy) chairman of the Sochi branch of the Caucasian Mountain Club - the first domestic mountain tourists and climbers.
Members of the Sochi branch of the Caucasian Mountain Club conduct an excursion to Lake Kardyvach. Krasnaya Polyana. At the dacha Konstantinov. 1915
The head of the Sergeyev family went every year to explore new mineral springs (Polyustrovskiye (1894), Starorusskiye (1899, capturing in 1905), Caucasian (1903), Lipetskiye (1908), Sergievskiye (1913), etc.), so the family later moved from Sochi to Zheleznovodsk, having bought a house there for summer living ...
In general, Nadia Sergeeva's childhood was not boring.
After the revolution, the Sergeevs also remained in their homeland. From 1918 my father served in the Supreme Economic Council, was the head of the mineral water section, chairman of the Glavsol trust. I spent a lot of time teaching at the Moscow Mining Academy - my Red Hogwarts.
He was the first dean of the Mining Faculty (in 1921 he handed over the position to V.A. Obruchev, who is an academician, hero of Socialist Labor and author of "Plutonia" and "Sannikov's Land"), professor, head of the department of hydrogeology.
In general, even the most difficult years after the revolution, the Sergeyevs survived normally, except that they had to move from St. Petersburg to Moscow. It's good to be a unique specialist in some useful business - everyone needs them and under any regime they will not be left without work.
Mikhail Vasilyevich Sergeev lived a very long and very fruitful life. He died before the war, in 1939, but back in May 1938, Academician V. I. Vernadsky wrote in his diary: “There was Mikh[ail] Vasilievich Sergeev, an old (over 80) mining engineer, a water specialist. They talked to him about holding a commission on a note for the Presidium (of the USSR Academy of Sciences) on the protection of waters.
And the girl Nadia ... The girl Nadia grew up.
The twenties were hungry, so Nadia went to work. The gymnasium education and father's influence were enough for the young girl to be hired in 1922 for a grassroots position in the library of the Moscow Mining Academy. In the famous reference book "All Moscow" for 1929
we can even see the last name of our heroine:
I would very much like to know with what eyes the girl Nadya looked at my heroes, her peers, at these illiterate “cubs of the revolution”, who still smelled of blood, when she gave them books in the library? On the same Fadeev and Zavenyagin, who never completely washed away the soot of the Civil War ... With admiration? With fear? With envy? With apprehension? With disgust? With hate?
Don't ask anymore, everyone's gone.
I was always wondering - how did these recent high school students from good families with dachas in Kuokkale and fathers - state councilors who served as hereditary nobility - how did they perceive the whole storm that raged in Russia after the revolution?
It is clear that the same Nadia was going to live a completely different life, but she did not prepare at all for what happened in 1917. And then, in the twenties, she probably considered the position of an assistant librarian at the Moscow State University, obtained by dad, as a temporary measure, as an opportunity to sit out difficult times ...
But it turned out that the building on Kaluzhskaya is for life.
And now there is a big gap in my story, and we will have to jump from the 20s straight into the 50s.
post-war USSR. Still Stalin's times, but already on the wane. Something like this is already in the air - the leader is old, the era is ending, everyone understands this, but no one knows what will happen next. In the meantime, everything is going according to knurled.
In general, 1951.
In the institute's circulation of the Moscow Institute of Steel - one of the fragments of the Moscow Mining Academy, in the March issue of the newspaper with the suggestive title "Steel" - a festive page "Women of the Land of Socialism".
The note is called "One of the best".
And in it - finally, a photograph of the former high school student Nadia Sergeeva.
And the note is here:
If you ask any of the employees of the Institute of Steel, whom he considers the best workers in our team, there is no doubt that Nadezhda Mikhailovna Sergeeva will be named among the first.
N. M. Sergeeva has been working at the institute since its foundation and does an excellent job of being the head of the library. She is an experienced social activist in the best sense of the word, a permanent member of the party bureau of the apparatus of the institute, and now - secretary of the party bureau and head of the political circle of workers of the apparatus. Nadezhda Mikhailovna is an excellent organizer, has a broad outlook, knows how to inspire others to social work, acting primarily by personal example. Nadezhda Mikhailovna does not take into account time, if the case requires it. And that is why we love and respect N. M. Sergeeva, people come to her for advice not only on issues of public work, but also on a wide variety of everyday issues.
Always friendly and responsive, N. M. Sergeeva knows how to help everyone in one way or another in his work, guided by the principle that in the Soviet collective the needs and concerns of each individual comrade are at the same time the needs and concerns of the entire team as a whole.
For her work, N. M. Sergeeva has a number of government awards, and has been repeatedly noted by the directorate and public organizations of our institute among its best workers. Her name is included in the "Book of Honor" of the Institute.
Let these few lines serve as a greeting to Comrade. N. M. Sergeeva from all those who know her work well.
Scrolling through another decade with a ponytail.
16 February 1962 year.
A completely different era: Gagarin's smile and Fidel Castro's beard reign in the world, everyone is discussing the recent rebellion against de Gaulle in Algeria and the exchange of American spy pilot Francis Powers for Soviet intelligence officer Rudolf Abel. Khrushchev is fraternizing with Egyptian President Gamal Abdel Nasser, the first episode of the TV show “Club of the Cheerful and Resourceful” has aired, soon the Yenka and Beatlemania will break out all over the world - after all, just in February 62, The Beatles first recorded for radio BBC.
And in the newspaper "Stal" there is a note "The soul of the team" under the heading "About good people."
As you can see, here she is already quite a grandmother, but that sincerity of feelings has remained unchanged, which is well felt in both notes even through formal, according to the custom of that time, words. You can't fake this.
It seems that she was really loved and respected. She got not the easiest time, but she lived, in my opinion, a very worthy life.
I don't know anything else about this woman.
What can I say in conclusion, my friends, Internet debaters?
When you are about to break spears next time, which is better - ruddy schoolgirls or Soviet social women, remember this note and finally understand a simple thing.
It's all the same people.
This is all we are.
Volga flows into the Caspian Sea.
History is inseparable.
The same people flow through all regimes and formations - our parents, our grandparents, our children and our grandchildren.
And the end of this river of time, thank God, is not visible.
Source: habr.com