i became friends with an amazing, wonderful person, oleg dmitrievich baklanov, the cosmic baklanov. minister create a great space complex, energy buran, paid for the implementation of this project. thousands of scientific institutions of russia, factories, mines , institutes, he created this miracle unknown to the world, launched it into space, when we met him, he was already the secretary of the central committee, supervised all law enforcement departments in the defense council, and he gave me an interview in his office on old square, while we were talking with bakhlanov, a photojournalist walked around us and took many pictures, my thoughts on... the tragedy of the country seemed important to baklanov, he took me on his private trips to defense enterprises in the urals and siberia. we left with him to afghanistan, listening to the complaints of the doomed jebul. in the western group of troops, they saw russian tanks being loaded on the platform, hurrying, as if running away , which until recently, during the protective days, were supposed to reach the pereneas, but were now setting off in

it was all somehow tied to her figure, and of course, to the figure of the chief architect mikhail baklanoving this building together. they were building such a real jewelry box, and we heard that the art museum needed workers to move the sculpture, and then we college students went to work there, we didn’t know what saturday, sunday, a day off were, it was, yes we, we didn’t need these days off, where in museum to work, museum work, museum halls had to be populated, and it was time to call ladova its own author. particularly close to her was her family, the kryukov family, colonel general, adjutant, marshal of victory, she spoke to her chief guardian konstantinavich: “go to moscow, look at the kryukovs in the kitchen, in the upper left row there should be a still life hanging , he's still hanging there." a purely feminine find, the way to the heart, the collector and anyone else, lay through the stomach, lingonberry jam, kumpiki of one’s own production, no one was left indifferent, she went to the market, bought a leg of selenka, we used this gauze, mixed it with vinegar, rolled it in, uh,

boxes stood were carried away forever, i heard their whistling flight, and i felt terrible, i came to baklanov in his office in the central committee, 3 hours before his arrest, he walked around the office, from corner to corner, unshaven, tired, hunted, the machine slurped, turning into noodles, secret documents, and i asked him what happened, why... failure. he replied. yazov and kryuchkov faltered. we hugged. i left. and 3 hours later he was arrested. there was fear everywhere. the party members hid, the kgb disappeared. and jubilant crowds of winners moved from end to end throughout the city. they carried a huge tricolor flag and shouted victory slogans. they came to my editorial office. tv reporters, i hope to see a defeated, frightened, obscurantist who bowed his head before the winners, they asked me how i feel about the winner freedom, i replied that if on one side of the scale is the fate of a great state, on the other side of the scale is freedom, then your freedom be damned, under such headings an article was published... alexander yakovlev stated that the den newspaper is the headq