Sergei (Yevgenyevich) Vavilychev (b. 1958) is a veteran of the war in the Caucasus, author of nature stories for children and of autobiographical stories, and a traveler.

Deputy of the Zemstvo Assembly of Volodarsky District of Nizhny Novgorod Region (sixth convocation, 2010-2015).

The nature of the phenomenon

A Nizhny Novgorod veteran, author of narrative poems and stories, as well as sketches about animals for children, born in the depths of the Kostroma region. Getting acquainted with the work of Sergei Vavilychev, one comes to understand what a serious task the leaders of the Soviet state set themselves in seeking to raise universal, comprehensively and harmoniously developed people, and one may indulge in reflection on what came of it.

About himself

« Who is this Vavilychev, Sergei?
I'm one of those who's brisker than most.
I have a decent family
And a fine biography

I was born in 1958
And have seen a good deal in my time.
After four years in Chechnya I did not break,
As pure of soul as I was, so I remain...

What I did daily for the growth of soul and body,
I entered in my diary at once...

In my youth I took up sport in earnest,
And made my mark as a runner.
Russia's podium bowed to me,
And I took second place in the region in sambo.

From the age of fifteen I began writing verse,
Which I have gone on creating from the heart all my life.
At seventeen I finished school alone
And gave my friends many translations from German.

»


« At twenty-two my course at the Polytechnic ended,
And on the eve of it I married for love.
Our handsome son Andrei was born to us -
The plan of youth was fully realized...

The late lamented uncle ran the Soviet District for many years,
He was the first deputy chairman of the district executive committee.
Many have not forgotten him to this day -
Decency and an iron will were strongly developed in him...

A true participant in acts of mercy,
Since ninety-six I have donated plasma and blood free of charge.
I wrote a "Hymn to the Donor" in verse,
It is displayed on the stand of the regional blood station...

They say I write with insight, with truth,
Deep meaning in the verses and a wonder of optimism.
My creations are full of positive energy,
Strong with love of life.

2010

»


On his father's fate

« ... The house confiscated. We have nowhere to live.
But, despite all the turmoil,
Mother never lost - her hope.

She believed that the trouble
Of the union authorities came from "success".
That there would be food on the table,
And we would live without hardship.

Of families such, fallen upon misfortune,
There were, they say, many across Rus.
The whole flower of the powers that held sway
Lived by the rule - "the people are souls!".

No small number of our people
Were put away in prison then...
Power was seized by a gang of rabble,
Casting a bridle on the people...

Two years later Father was cleared.
They found that he was not to blame.
But his soul was so spat upon
That anyone became no brother to him.

2006

»


On relatives and family

« ... Nizhny Novgorod - that is the city
In which we all came together again,
And, showing no small mettle,
We got everything we needed here.

Now we all live in comfort,
By our own fortune.
Everyone seems to be all right
And there's no trouble of any kind.

Of course, we all married,
Then had children.
But we did not breed many of them,
And on that we all agreed...

I believe that our life
Resembles the fairy tales of childhood.
We need not grieve over it,
It goes as if by design...

The children grew up wonderfully,
They work each in their own element,
Any task is within their power,
Their path runs true to the mark.

2006

»


On his father's career

« ... A pity the defense was stalled:
My chief fell into disfavor...
The whole dissertation collapsed.
In essence - it was total ruin.

I had to redo
My work - all of it, from scratch.
It was hard for me to do.
So am I to be a fool?..

I worked at the veterinary inspectorate.
And there luck struck my case:
My chief matched me for a posting abroad,
And I did not let my chance slip.

I was sent to Somalia. ...

We bought a "Volga" car.
We drove it everywhere.
We got an apartment again,
And life became sweeter still. ...

Novosibirsk, Moscow, Lvov,
And ancient Kazan too...
I traveled to them all with my folder.
Their answer to me was: refused...

»


« But then in Nizhny I heard -
The Agricultural University had set up its own council itself...
Without much burden to myself
I got everything done all proper and correct.

I defended successfully here
And became a candidate of sciences,
Then distinguished myself once more -
Now I'm a docent. And no more torment.

2006

»


On Russia

« Russia - a community of peoples
With differing tongues and faiths.
And with an unbridled freedom,
Boundless by any measure.

Religion, language and custom
Are each nation's own.
Without proper Authority here
We could hardly have lived in peace.

The Peoples of Nizhny Novgorod - powerless,
Living scattered, - are weak,
But together, all-powerful,
And these values - matter.

Rus drew them all to itself,
Grew mightier in everything.
It closed the ranks of those nations,
The country called itself Russia.

The people managed to unite,
So the fist would carry more weight.
Harder for the enemy to be tempted,
To attack us - and only meet defeat.

»


« And yet it must be admitted:
The neighbors came to us themselves,
So that ill-wishers could understand -
Better not to joke with Russia.

...

And the tsar thought it all through rightly:
He created provinces in the country,
He recognized no republics,
He forged the whole people into one.

And in the ordering of the USA
The very same postulates were taken,
What makes it strong now:
In its structure - only states. ...

Their patriotism is enviable,
There's no point for them in changing country.
For the level of wages is decent,
And life goes on without extra troubles.

People found their place there
Not only from Europe,
All the serfs fled there too...
America's order enticed them.

»


« People still strive to go there,
For life for them is worthier than ours.
There anyone can distinguish himself
And take from life a full cup.

Of the advantages of America
Everyone has long known,
While Russia - is all in hysterics...
Sinking ever deeper to the bottom. ...

And still an end came to it all:
To rule on so was impossible.
The division of the country took place,
But people's souls were troubled...

The whole matter is that from the outset
A union of republics had been created,
But it turned out - in vain,
For Russia - it became a grave.

By the constitution of the Union
Peoples may go their separate ways.
For them the center's power was a burden...
And so they scattered.

»


« It must be said here plainly,
The Communists' power is to blame for this.
Having devised such a policy,
The people can no longer be gathered into union.

All these changes are foolish,
They serve the people no purpose.
For ages we built walls,
We forged friendship in truth. ...

But the main thing, perhaps, is
That the nations as a whole grew weak,
No one reckons with them any more,
It's easy for others to fall under the rake. ...

In short, enough of pessimism,
Our people will find a way out yet,
It will not allow nihilism
And will live happily from now on!

2005

»


On service as checkpoint commandant in Chechnya

« It was a wonderful time,
Golden autumn stood,
We slept peacefully at the temporary base,
Five sentries kept watch over us.

But then a treacherous enemy
Crept up quietly at midnight,
Fired three times from a shaitan-pipe
And showered us with a hail of bullets.

Into one of the sleeping quarters, where three men were,
I was among them - it was hit by an armor-piercing round.
An explosion rang out, the smell of
Burning, flesh, blood spread,
And our soldier lost his hands.

Everyone took their firing positions,
But the enemy who had fired vanished
Around the corner of a residential building,
With which there was no choice but to make peace.

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« Everything boiled inside us,
But the enemy's provocation did not succeed.
The unit only gritted its teeth hard,
But did not fire on the peaceful houses.
»


On dogs

« I especially want to say something about dogs, ordinary stray dogs. At night, when our forces were especially vulnerable to illegal armed formations, they more than once forestalled possible sudden attacks, sensing strangers already two hundred meters off and raising a furious bark. What was remarkable was that the dogs clearly distinguished friend from foe, even if a person appeared in the unit for the first time. The smells of the uniform, the weapons, or some particular Russian scent served as an indicator for telling ours from strangers, but they barked unerringly, and so the stray dogs were treated with affection and fed with care, and they in turn kept vigilant watch in heat, cold, and slush alike. »


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