When stonescry.   
Hanna Daysi


I had a happy childhood. I could live happy. But they took my happiness. They took my house. I put my heart in stone and started to kill, kill But for you it was not enough. You took my memory, my parents graves. But I do not give up to.    .     .     .     .      .   ,       .        





When stonescry

  



Hanna Daysi



Hanna Daysi,2019



ISBN978-5-4496-8401-1

     Ridero




When stonescry


What is the secret ofthis old tower,

Which survived people and centuries?

Noble and powerful

The hand has conquered the stones.

We caressed the cold stones,

Heated hearth sore chest

The symbol ofthe spirit is the Ingush tower,

Beacon illuminated theway.

She did not fallmad

Not bent your stone camp.

Only quietly moaned inthe wind,

When they were driving people toKazakhstan.

And when we returned home,

Like agentle, kind mother,

Gathering children at the foot,

Totell your grief

There are graves infaraway Bishkek

It is heavy, chilly inthem toall mothers.

Dear them more often Ingush tower,

Sing tothem the song ofrunning stream.

Chases us torock ahell ofacircle..

How many were there inour fate!!!!

We put our hearts instones

Having become like atower.

Ingush Tower

Written byMaryam Lyanova.










My name is Dasy what means from my relative Ingush language honor offathers. Iam explaining this for you because Ihave some doubts about the fact that you are Ingush, but you say that you are. Idont think that you are the part ofmy nation. Iwant totell you that Ilived inthe real castle when Iwas young. Even innot simple castle, inthe whole castle complex, with defensive, residential, combat towers, with abarrier wall. It calls Aegi Chozh and it is located inmy native Ingushetia near village Dattih. Do you remember? Yes. This is the castle complex that you sold on the twenty-sixth on September in2018tothe governor ofthe Kremlin inChechnya. Iwant totell you about it, about that piece ofland, about life and pain ofmy native, not small mental emotions. For what? Answer is simple: Iunderstood that you dont know me, you dont know them, and you dont know any misery which we suffered from. Iwant totell you that stones cry when they see how the heart ofatied father breaks, unable tobear the scene, how their son is slaughtered, and how these stones groan when they were burned alive and buried alive. And also Iwant totell how people turn into walking stones. Iwant totell this story beginning with my young years. The first childhood memory that pops up inmy head is my decade (1930). Iturned 10years old on day ofthe murder ofgovernor ofthe Kremlin inIngushetia (at the time the Ingush Autonomous Region) Chernoglaz. He had not got any difference from you. He impassively hurt and insulted Ingush old mans feelings bytelling him that will make him personally breed pigs. That evening, Joseph Chernoglaz was beheaded. The Chernoglazs head was not found and he was buried without it. Inthe court, the Ingush who made revenge refused toanswer the question about where is the Chernoglazs head is. He just told that Chernoglaz had not got head, otherwise he would not have told the Ingush that he will make them breed pigs. On that fateful day, alarge number ofIngush were sent toKolyma as state traitors. At that moment Idid not understand anything, Idid not feel the whole grief oftheir wounded and humiliated people, their suffering and overcoming. Inthose times shooting arifle seemed tome afun and activity that allows you toescape from the hassle and useless thoughts. My brothers and Ioften came across aforest inwhich they taught me how tohit the target and climb mountains. It was ahappy time, no one had any thoughts about adifficult future, no one thought about it at all we didnt want toplunge into hard thoughts.

When Iwas 15years old Iparticipated inshooting competitions, according tothe latter even received adischarge.

If Ior my family knew how useful it would be for me but neither Inor they knew anything. Inthat time Icouldnt even think that my hobby will turn into killing real people. Icontinued todo my hobby, study, and read alot ofinformation about Lenin and Stalin. Iadmired this person and thought that exactly Lenin made all people equal toeach other, exactly Stalin is the father ofnations. At the same time inthe Ingush society flight excitement against the union with Chechnya but Iabsolutely did not understand why adults so zealously refused possibility ofunite with brotherly native. Ioften looked at the map ofIngushetia and USSR, Ijust wanted tounderstand what will be if it would happen. It seemed for me that nothing, just it will be better for all people. It turned out that old men who were against were seers. They said: there must be afence between the brothers and each ofthem should have his own. but in1934we were united. And now Iwant you look at the map which Idrew byusing my memory as well as Iremember it. Do you remember that you argued that this land inwhich located my lovely house, my castle, the graves ofmy relatives never was Ingush? If conscience allow look with attention and tell right now that my house wasnt my. Iwill not depart from the story. Iwant totell you about how happy Iwas, how colorful was my life at the beginning, and how people with epaulettes as you took it away. Particular, the one who sat inthe Kremlin Stalin. At the day ofmy seventeenths birthday (1937) Iconquered Elbrus. Iwill never forget how Istayed on the top and Iwas inspire and full ofhappiness, Owas relaxed, and near me my lovely person. Idont think that you can understand my feelings. Anyone who is not able topenetrate the native land, and people will never penetrate. When Istayed on the top Iwas feeling myself like eagle. Wings grew from my shoulder blades, and Irushed over the world and understood that all my efforts were not invain. Standing on the top ofmountain Iunderstood how small can be land from bird flights destination. And Ithought about my native Ingushetia. It always was for me like aworld, and from the top ofElbrus Iunderstood that compared tothe whole ofthe Earth, this is just asmall island. Island which Ireally loved and wanted tosee from such high. And it even seemed tome that Isee it, there, far, far away. But inmy 17Idid not know that that Iwill be pushed away from my native land at adistance far greater than the height ofElbrus that Iconquered. Imet my lover inshooting competitions, where Ireceived first place, and Byrd second. My heart was beating madly and almost jumped out ofmy chest when he came up tocongratulate me withvictory. Iwas ready togive up this first place and everything inthe world, so that he always stood byhis side and burned with his green eyes the very soul. Istill remember how they sparkled, as if echoing gentle words. You are so Beautiful". Iwas able toread them inhis lips, because Idid not hear anything from the obsession, simple, but such astrong girlish love.

At the all next competitions we took part init with hope meet each other. We understand that we do not want tolive alone and we married soon. It is not possible todescribe hat happiness which Ifelt. When Ionce went outside, Itried tobreathe air. It seemed tome so pure, infinitely light and inspiring that it seemed tome for amoment that Iwas flying inthe clouds. My young girls amorousness turned into big and it could be called really love. Byrd never leaved me and we walked on out native land and Iheard how stoned were laughing with us. It was abeautiful, heavy, and carefree laugh, just like ours. Until this moment Idid not thought that stones can be such alive. But Iheard it, it was the real laughing! And Ino longer looked at the stones as something inanimate, as if they became friends for me. Sooner Iunderstood. Iwas surprised at this for nothing, because my happiness was enjoying the land ofmy homeland with me. Those same stones laughed at it. They laughed at it voice! Iwas the best partworker, always the first, as Byrd- always ingood standing. We are the ideal Soviet family. Later we born aball ofhappiness with pink heels who we called Cha-Borz (intranslation wolf bear). Inthe same year, the Great Patriotic War began. Ivisited military registration and enlistment office and asked for go towar without any doubts. Igot refuse but Iproved that Iam agood sniper. But words couldnt help me. Ayear later, the enemy has already overtaken the city ofMalgobek. Byrd and Itook part inthe defense, leaving year-old Cha-Borz and his mother. Everything ended successfully the enemy was abandoned byMalgobek. If it were not for the cooperation ofthe Ossetians with the Germans, they could probably cope several times faster. But what difference does it make if we have already won asmall one, but still avictory? Ifelt an extraordinary pride that exploded inaflash ofpleasant heat inmy chest. Ibreathed deeply and realized that, despite the strength ofthe enemy, we were able toovercome everything and protect our land. Looking at my comrades, Ilooked into their eyes and smiled, knowing that they, too, could not hold back their joy. Each ofus was proud ofeach other, for himself and everyone who helped this happen. After this battle Iand my husband were awarded. We were happy and glad toserve our homeland faithfully. Byrd was took on the front-frank inthis year too. Iremember how Isteadfastly conducted him without any tears but Iwill not lie Isuffered crazy pain ofseparation. Iconvinced myself that Byrd needs homeland more than me however, fear for him and for us prevailed over me and all my feminine nature. Time bytime beloved sent me letters from the front and Iread it for my son. And so Igot tothe fateful date, the twenty-third ofFebruary 1944is the date from which my life was divided into before and after. Iwas called tothe regional party committee on the twenty-second ofFebruary theygave me apermit for unimpeded movement and asked toagitate the people not toresist exile. Iwas assured that they would evict only traitors. It was given special task -agitate the nearest villages. Just incase Iasked sniper rifle and climbing equipment and Igot consent. Inthe end, they trusted me one hundred percent. Icalmed my mother-in-law, saying that Iwould go back home, put the child tobed and went on ajourney at night, somewhere inthe hour. This night twenty-third ofFebruary, 1944. Remember, Ionly stepped on the mountain being inway about one hour and Iheard sounds and screams from side ofvillage. Iwas not be slow and did not think about anything which is not means. Iran really fast forgetting how much time it can take again. It makes no sense todescribe the panic which mastered my body at return. My house was empty. My and other, only the noise ofcars leaving away was heard inthe distance. Iinstantly saddled ahorse and rushed after it. Idid not catch up with the car, but Iarrived at the nearest station, where my nation people were loaded into cattle cars. Using the case, Iran fromrailway carriage torailway carriage and looked for son, mother-in-law. Iscreamed, almost yelled, called them, but the crying ofthousands ofwomen and children interrupted everything. They, like ordinary cattle, were loaded into cold, unheated cars. And then just like inadream. Iremembered only the words ofsome old man who shouted at those who were crying. Calm down, we will not be taken towhere there is no Allah! -it was his instruction. The unhappy people calmed down, the districts plunged into complete silence Iremember how they pushed me away from the railway carriage, and then the sound ofwheels and nothing more. Avoid arose inmy chest, and Iput my hand on my heart, trying toat least somehow occupy it. But instead, Ifelt something moving away from me, flowing through my fingers like sand. The confusion turned into aburning stunned, and misunderstanding inthe very present impotence. Not believing that Ilost my son and mother-in-law, Itried tosay something, tocall for help, but Icould not. The last thing Idid was toglance somewhere on the railroad and noticed how the metal silhouette ofthe train disappeared. Iwoke up because Iwas shaking bythe shoulders. The secret companion was my colleague, part worker Ivan. Also he was friend ofour family. Letsgo Dasy, the political party needs you he whispered, Idid not understand what he meant. And through some minutes Ifelt terrible insight- l have mother and brothers, maybe Ican still protect them. Ihave notseen Ivan anymore. And Idid not want tosee him because Iwas stifled byenvy and Ihated people who had whole families. Iremember how pushed up Ivan, jumped tothe horse and after afew seconds rushed tothe castle inwhich my mother live and after afew seconds rushed tothe castled. Ifelt crazy horror when Icrossed Fortange (river) but Ihad ahope and moved on. Ihavent got the habit togive up. Even insuch hard time Ibelieved there is the road which leads forward. But if inmy house Iwas met only byemptiness, the castle Aegi Chozh was not empty. Is it happiness? Byno means. Itwas full ofcorpses. My dear mother, the most gentle and kind woman inthe world, the one towhom Iowe my life, lay with abroken head and hugged my younger brother, whose body was riddled with bullets. He was not taken tothe front because ofhis age. Idont remember whether Iwas crying or howling, whether Iwas tearing off my nails on hard crumbs. Only the earth was incredibly hard todig when she dug it tobury them. Ifirst thought about what the first pain is. Looking around at the onset oftension, Icould not understand why Icould hear this deafening silence. And then Iglanced at the stones. They were all silent but waited for the moment tomourn those who are now buried inthe ground. Tomourn insilence without tears and with agroan which is only heard bythem. Two my brothers were on the front and their families lived apart. One inJeyrakh, the second inthe Prigorodny district. Byan inhuman effort ofwill, Iconvinced myself that at least everything was fine with them, buriedmother and younger brother, and then rushed off toJayrah. When Imanager toget there, Isaw people from the mountain and felt ashine ofspark ofhope- it means that there are alive people, and there are not empty and corpses like inother villages. For joy (could Istill experience joy?) Irushed faster until Idid not noticed chord ofpeople which was led towards Hamhi. When Imanaged toget there, Isaw people from the mountain and felt aspark ofhope shine somewhere inside it means that there are living things here, and not emptiness and corpses, as inother settlements. For joy (could Istill experience joy?) rushed faster, until she noticed how acrowd ofpeople were led towards Hamhi. They were certainly arrested and taken somewhere for detention But at least they are alive, they are alive! Ithought so when Icalled my daughter-in-law, nephews. People were too far away, nobody heard me and nobody answered. The village disappeared out ofsight ofthe trees, when Icame down from the mountain, spurred my horse and rushed after people at full speed. Oh, Allah, what Isaw then T




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