© Alexander Nevzorov, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4490-3847-0
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Leningrad-Khabarovsk, seven hours of summer or seven days by train. I did this way and so and so. From Khabarovsk to Chegdomyn, the secret capital of the Eastern section of the BAM, on the train for another day. In Chegdomyn was in 1980 the headquarters of the First Corps of Railway Troops, where I was sent after the institute for military service. I went to serve as an officer for two years.
Chegdomyn stands slightly apart from the BAM, it is a district center, a well-off mining town. Here there is no dry law, like at BAM, and here they go for vodka and wine. But alcohol here is ugly of poor quality, even for that time. The corps in Chegdomyn manages the brigades of the railway troops scattered around the BAM itself. I fell out a brigade with a dislocation in Urgal.
Today in Chegdomyn there will be dances
Dances of the Yakuts and the Northerners
They get up there in a circle, they beat the ground with their feet
And they sing something in a wild voice
They sing about severe frosts
About how water carries water carriers
About – — – — -, about long rubles