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In memory of Olga Simonova - a Russian woman who became a warrior of Ukraine
Resonance Censor . NET Society
Author: Vika Yasinskaya
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Olga Simonova died as a hero during the offensive, liberating the Ukrainian land in the Kherson region. An interview with the heroine, which she gave to our publication in 2018.
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A fighter of the 24th brigade, Russian Olga Simonova: "If a kid joins the army, he is, by definition, cool, until he proves otherwise, and a woman comes - she is, by definition, a whore, until she proves that this is not so"
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Warning: The text contains profanity.
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In memory of Olga Simonova - a Russian woman who became a warrior of Ukraine 01
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I am from Chelyabinsk. Engineer by education. From the age of 11 in sports, the main direction is contact martial arts. At first I studied for myself, then I began to perform tightly at competitions, up to the European Championship. I changed coaches, directions - I didn’t stop at one, but again, without jumping back and forth. I live by the rule: faster, higher, stronger. I don't like to lose. There is a phrase: "Die, but do" - it's about me. In addition to sports, I was engaged in everything related to outdoor activities - basketball, hiking, mountaineering, bicycles, rafting, and so on.
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At some point, I realized that I needed to go professional. Perhaps somewhere further to break through, but just happened 14 years - and I left for Kyiv. Although I didn’t immediately understand what was happening in Ukraine: I don’t watch TV, I don’t have time for this - 9 workouts a week. While there was Maidan, I delved into it superficially. When I saw that the government was being overthrown, I thought that well done. But during the annexation of Crimea, many around were happy that Crimea was ours, I thought it was unhealthy. She said, people, 98% of you do not know where this Crimea is, and most of you will never go there in your life, from Kyiv to Chelyabinsk - 2500 km.
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And then in the summer of the 14th year, on Lenin Peak (In Tajikistan since 2006 - Peak named after Abu Ali ibn Sina. One of the highest peaks of Central Asia, located in the Pamir mountain system - ed.) at an altitude of 5200, I met a group of Kievans. And when they told me that there was a war going on in their country with Russia, that regular Russian soldiers were fighting in the Donbass, I felt uneasy. I came home, started looking for information, it was closed, but I managed to find something. I also had a friend from Kharkov, with whom we had not communicated for 6 years before, I wrote to her - and she said that she was already a volunteer, studying tactical medicine.
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When you know the truth, you have two options: look at it all and say, “Well, what can I do?” Or do as I do - take it and leave. Then everything in my life came together for the second option: there were problems at work, - and I worked in the field of trade - goods for mountaineering, - it had to be changed, I got injured in sports - I didn’t practice for a month, there was time to think everything over and plus I wanted to help somehow. I understood that while I proudly stood under the Russian flag, as an athlete, there was an "Ilovai cauldron" in Ukraine, shelling from the territory of Russia, fake republics arose that called Putin, thinking that he would change their lives. And my friend lives on Sakhalin Island - a gas field, but they don't have it in the village.
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Russia and Ukraine are not fraternal peoples at all. The mentality is different. Here people fight for their families, die, and in Russia they go to identify a mercenary in order to receive compensation. Russians are tougher and lazier. It's every man for himself. It is not clear to me how you can sit on a "point" in a wooden toilet and shout that we are a great country. Yes, I have one homeland and I love it, but my homeland is my mother, this is my cat, which is 17 years old and which I will never see again, this is nature: I grew up in the Urals, and there is nowhere like the taiga no more. But what Russia was doing did not fit on the head. And here, in Ukraine, the right movement has begun. And at the level of sensations at that moment, I could not make another decision. My relatives did not know where exactly and why I left.
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I arrived in Kyiv in December 14th. I had a certain amount of money, a backpack with things and some connections. I knew that there were volunteer battalions here, where Belarusians and Russians were fighting, and I understood that I could also apply myself in this vein. Among other things, I had a sports interest: can I? The war was another round of testing myself.
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In Kyiv, I found a hostel. I wanted to get into the Donbass battalion, but I didn’t get through to them and ended up in the Sever battalion with the Golden Gate volunteer battalion. It was a separate group, which was trained from December 14 to March 15, with a focus on intelligence. There was a very cool team there, recently a fighter Dima Syskov, call sign Conductor, from the 58th brigade died at the front, he also trained with me in that group. In general, we got good knowledge there, but the most important thing is that everyone was very motivated - and rushed to the forefront. And the fact that we didn’t get it was the first hard scam in Ukraine. We were stupidly disbanded. Behindthat was the moment when there was nowhere to live. There was nothing to eat. At that time, I studied to become a UAV operator, but I didn’t have to fly at the front. It so happened that the path led me to PDMG (First Volunteer Medical Hospital named after N. Pirogov, - ed.). And since I was interested in tactical medicine and had some knowledge behind me, I decided that I would try myself in this direction. I took a course in combat stress, medicine - and in the spring of 15 I got on a rotation in Artemovsk (Now Bakhmut, - ed.). As part of the evacuation brigade, we were stationed in the village of Luganskoye. We had a crew closest to the front line, we had a wonderful doctor with us, from whom I learned a lot. Everything we did was important and necessary work, but I realized that it was not mine. I wanted to fight. Batt "Dnepr-1" stood with us, as a guard and reinforcement, - and they lured me to them. I left for Pesky.
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Frontline jitters come when you don't know what to do. There is a phrase that in a critical situation you will not rise to the level of your expectations, but will fall to the level of your preparation. But you just can’t panic - everyone is looking at you. Although this happens to everyone. In war, there are certain algorithms and commands that reach automatism - a set of actions that you use. And when an emergency situation arises, at the first moment you don’t know what to do, you look at more experienced people and repeat after them. Plus, experience accumulates - and then you rely on it. When it was extremely scary, the enemy mortar was working, we understood that now the position would be covered, and overhead there was only a net-netting with roofing material. The mines lay closer and closer, and there is only one thing - they will not arrive. Then I sat and played marbles on the phone. After the rotation, I could no longer play this toy. But I didn't panic. It is important to be able to manage your emotions. If “Grad” is tight, and you climb out to see where it’s from, it’s stupid, but when you use your fear as an impetus for the necessary actions, for example, to deepen a trench, it’s reasonable. And I try to follow these principles. In general, I am afraid of two things: dentists and phosphorus mines. You can hardly hide from the mines, if you have some kind of small halabuda, the mine burns everything for one and a half meters - and you just burn out. And dentistry is a childhood trauma, and there is nothing I can do about it.
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In the early autumn of 2015, we were registered with the national security headquarters of the Dnepropetrovsk region. There were rotations in Adveevka, Vodyany. Part of the time in Krasik (Krasnoarmeysk, now Pokrovsk, - ed.) sat. And then the volunteer battalions began to withdraw from the front line. For a while I stayed at Dnepr-1, and in the spring of 16 I realized that things would not work: I would not be officially registered, and I didn’t want to stand on the 3rd line of defense, just being in this Ministry of Internal Affairs movement. And I went to my brothers in the 128th brigade.
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Then I managed to work as a civilian: for about a month and a half in a store related to outdoor activities, mountaineering and tourism, but I realized that I had nothing to do in peaceful cities. Lived with friends. It was not possible to rent an apartment, but to smile at the people who came and said that they were going to the Crimea, tell us something, I definitely could not. Once she did not compromise with her conscience, and even more so the second time. I wanted to try to return to the sport - I went to training, but my head and heart was in the army. Although leaving professional sports is very painful. Now I try not to come to civilian life - I have nothing to do there. Everything is alien. I don't know how people can care about the color of the cups he buys for his home? Why do you need to stand in line? Why, if you got a boor, you can’t come up and beat him for it? And I don’t want to think about what I will do if I do return there someday. For what? Another half of the contract is not served. It's like sitting in a position and dreaming about a sauna, a porcelain toilet bowl and a piece of pizza - and you feel so bad. Frozen, you understand that there is dirt around, and you really want to wash yourself - and your mood drops. Why sit and think about what you don’t have at the moment and won’t appear tomorrow. In the best case, somewhere in a week it will turn out to go to the city to eat belyash.
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I have not been in Ukraine illegally for a single day - I have been extending the terms of my stay all the time. When it was necessary to do some things that one would sew up, I was helped by friends and volunteer funds. Then I got a temporary residence permit - I also extended it. I had attempts to ask for citizenship, but it ended in nothing. And when the list of documents for foreign citizens came out, it became clear that you need to do everything yourself. True, Gennady Druzenko, the head of the PMGP, helped me. And in the autumn of 1916, I signed a contract and left for the east as a soldier. True, at first no one knew how to register me, because I am a foreigner. But my thenthe company commander harnessed himself very strongly for me - and they still issued me. But the funny thing is that having the citizenship of Ukraine, and I received it in the fall of 17, I still serve under a contract for foreigners. I was offered that let's sign a new one, but then it turns out that what I served before does not count. And no lawyer knows what to do with it. There are no precedents in the country for a serviceman to change citizenship. And there is no mechanism how to break this contract or renegotiate it. To set off the time that I have already served, you need to go to court. And now I have been suffering with a leg injury for two months - I go to hospitals. And in principle, being in the east, I have no time to do this. Therefore, I simply continue to serve on a contract for foreigners.
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I really wanted to get into the 93rd brigade, but they didn’t give me an attitude - and I ended up in the 24th as the senior shooter of a motorized infantry company. We were standing in the Lugansk region in a not very noisy place, where all the venality of the highest ranks and all the agreements became immediately visible. And zarobitchans rush into such places, it’s cool for them there, because you don’t have to fight. When it became extremely sad for me to look at all this, six months later, having managed to serve in a reconnaissance platoon, I transferred from that battalion to another battalion to the post of orderly. But in fact, my brother and I, with whom we fought together for more than a year, were a machine gun crew. We then stood near Popasna.
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I loved my machine gun. Any fool can click, but if this is your weapon, you must be able to shoot. Know the corrections, maintain - it must be clean, lubricated and you need to know what to do when the machine gun does not fire. It is important to love your weapon. KPVT and DShK are my little happiness. I know how to work with it, but I'm always learning something new.
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In the army, I feel at ease and I am sure that this is mine. I have practically no girlfriends, I'm always in the men's team. This feature that friendship between a man and a woman is impossible is not about me. I clearly separate my personal life and what I do. It used to be in sports: you go to the gym and work - and no training romances. Now it's the same at the front: we work with men on an equal footing, my brothers can call me "bro". I have never experienced any discrimination. I was never given favors. Now I am a BMP gunner-operator in the same second battalion. We have an excellent crew, and we work normally. We are standing in the Donetsk region.
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But if I like to fight, it does not mean that I like everything that happens in the army. I am very straightforward - and often voice that at this stage there is a total sabotage of the army reforms. The owl returns. You can't lure people who used to go to war with a "carrot" to the front. I read somewhere that it was savagery for foreigners, how a person cannot break a contract of his own free will. It turns out that this is something akin to slavery. Why do we serve according to the charter of the internal service of the Soviet Union prescribed for conscripts? That is, there is a contradiction between the contract that we sign and the statute to which we are obliged to obey. Our statute is not a code, but a punitive document.
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The system resists and stubbornly clings to the old guard, which is subject to total reduction. When a zhinochka, a doctor, tells me that I served in the army for 25 years, I tell her directly: “So it’s like you ruined it and sold it?” - and for some reason she takes offense at me. But this lady is used to the ball, and she attached her daughter, and everything is fine with her and fuck it. But now the system can no longer withstand such a number of beneficiaries, when UBI was distributed left and right, because of this there is already a sea of ​​conflicts, people are starting to die.
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How many plans can be put to the military registration and enlistment offices, they recruit everyone in a row? And the country needs professionals. I think the time for heroes is over. A heroic deed is an indicator of the unprofessionalism of everything else. When a man threw himself naked ass at a tank - and bent his muzzle, yes, he is really a hero, he is handsome, he got his bearings in this situation, it cost him his life, but this is about everyone else.
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But if we form a professional army, then we need to change the principles. We should have 40 generals, just like if we are forming a new country, then we should have 40 deputies in the Verkhovna Rada, not 450. I often hear the question, where are we going to put them and so on? To lustrate, let them go somewhere x # yar to another place. After all, behind this whole shobla, worthy people are simply lost.
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It’s bad that we are now trying to deal with the consequences without defeating the cause, but we need to change the statute, recruitment for a contract and training. Why, in training, a contract soldier is in the barracks regime and does complete garbage there: he covers the bed under a thread with slippers flush, wears a machine gun with the barrel up, with a gas mask at the ready. But when we, the servicemen of the combat brigades, sent from the front line to the Desna training camp, tried to make a claim there, we were told that herethere is the headquarters of the ground forces, they give us a lesson plan - and we can't do anything.
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With regards to women in the army, it is also a huge issue - I believe that by removing 80% of the female staff, the army will not lose combat effectiveness. Many women go to the army, knowing that they will have freebies and raspberries there. Although here it is rather necessary to ask men who see a woman in a woman, and not a soldier. If she came to the combat position of an AGS grenade launcher, then the first thing you need is to give her a shovel and force her to dig a position under the AGS. Main, spare and false. And if she does it badly, then write her a p#zdyulina. And we begin endless flights, but, having become pregnant, a woman continues to occupy a combat position for a certain amount of time while she is on her decree. And this should either be prohibited by law or prescribed in the contract. Yes, there are women who really serve, but they are few. But in general, this situation turns out: a boy comes - he is, by definition, cool, until he proves the opposite, a woman comes - she, by definition, is a whore, until she proves that this is not so. But in principle, professional selection is needed for everyone, now if people are fired for non-compliance, then half of the personnel simply will not exist. For example, a soldier, being at his platoon stronghold, must be able to shoot from all the weapons that he has in this position. And if he doesn’t know how, it’s either a screw up of the commanders of the GP, or the soldier himself. It seems to me that Ukrainians are too loyal in this regard. Well, now he got drunk for the third time, but you still need to give him a chance. And so everywhere: you can agree, bend, here you can’t fight - transfer. And this is all very wrong. A soldier may not be a grenade launcher, but he must be able to fire one. The same with medicine: everyone should be able to provide medical care. And when they accept a medical girl, but she can’t stand standing in armor - is that a platoon orderly?
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If we talk about desires: I would like to be a sergeant. I don’t know about the officer - there is too much paperwork and some unnecessary checks, although on the other hand: why not. In this war, far from everything is over - there is something to do. We have a wonderful company, a combat commander, call sign Sapsan, - this is a war man, followed by the whole company - volunteer boys, mobilized, who fought in the 14-15th year and a minimum percentage of migrant workers who, under pressure from the environment, begin to work. But in general, I am proud of my company, my brothers.
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The main thing is that everything is in order with my health, because so far problems with my leg are preventing me from living. Nobody needs a sick man and a sick soldier. And I want to be in combat readiness, to return to the front line. I do not like to play, if I have a task, I have to complete it. And here without options. I'm trying to live up to my choice now. In the same way, the country should be determined, what do we need? You can't look to Russia, have a business there, go to work - and at the same time talk about European development. If you rush about, then there will be no result, but this country has every chance for a worthy future.
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Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor . NET Source: https:// censor . net/ru/r3060775