Family archives. The poem "kaydar gate" kazin Vasily Vasilievich Here are approaching kaydar gate rising gyrus

The car rushed - and behind,
  With half-family old-fashioned navy
  Repelled by dust, Sevastopol disappeared.
  And look - an impatient string:
  Rather, the sea would rise in a wave,
  To shame before a magnificent country
  All deafening height
  And cypress and poplar!
  We fly - and like Crimea withers,
  We fly - and, as if in hoops,
  We are in a circle around the expectation:
  Soon, will the waves sway?
  We fly - and right on the shoulders
  Masses of rocks ... Touch - and fuck!
  We fly, teasing fear, -
  Now under the mountains, then on the mountains -
  And even if the sea distant flicker!
  Already ready to reproach the Crimea ...
  Fly, fly ... Dusty dust frolics.
  Fly, fly - and in a hurry
  In the passage of the gate and - oh! And - ah!
  Oh! - And in open eyes
  The spaces are brilliant in scope,
  The spaces of the sea exclamation!

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1.   The gates creak all day, glass rattles in the window. The crow rises against the wind heavily and, unable to withstand the roll, waved it off somehow, rushing along the wind instantly into a dusk full of dusk! Leaning against the fence ...
2.   Here it is, the wave element, In restless glory casting! Like on the run, dousing, Wants to meet me. But the life of Moscow pavement So dragged me into its holes, That is just about from the sea ...
3.   In the mountains it rains, in the mountains a gray sky, In the mountains the mountains rattle in the mountains, A stream rattles, yesterday it was only snow, The clay rattles solid yesterday. And it’s easy for us! Above us is the sun gutter ...
4.   All of you wrapped yourself in a furry fur coat, In a serene dream, calming down, you lie. It does not blow death with radiant air, This transparent, white silence. In calm calm deep, No, not in vain did I seek you ....
5.   "Count von der Palen." - Hands on the shoulders. Eye to eye, blue mouth - bloodless. “As to myself.” May fear disappear. Count von der Palen. I believe absolutely! ”...
6.   Not once with you in an alien land, where houses are whitening over the sea, we dreamed: we would live here, as if in paradise, taking with us relatives only books. Ile in the steppes, making out ...
7.   Someone recently told us About a lazy Fedot. All day he is in a hammock Dozing with an umbrella in his hand. Fedota is called in the garden, He says: - Reluctance ... - He says: - I'll go later, - And yawns under ...
8. "For the heat of the soul, wasted in the desert ..." Lermontov Still, like Gulliver, I was sewn to you by the twin strand of love, and in this cold uninhabited forgive me my sorrows! No, not for you a random lot ...
9.   Words fly in bookshops. In the repositories I wander. Suddenly the word will sing like a nightingale - I’m running to the stairs rather, And before me the word is just a corridor, Like a journey under a stormy moon ...
10.   And he will come - the hour of fulfillment, And beyond the moon in its turn The circle of daily rotation The tired earth will close. And, exposing the silver Breeds in the depths of the sleeping ores, From the poles of the bulk of the ice ...
11.   Mendeleev taught that it is necessary to look more seriously at the North. “Russia,” he said, “I wouldn’t know Tsushima. If there was a Northern way!” The scientist did not live ... His instructions, His predictions came true. Persistent ...
12.   Angel, my keeper's days, Sitting with a lamp in the room. He kept my monastery, Where I lay and was ill. Exhausted by an ailment, From comrades in the distance, I was dozing. And one after another ...
13.   This evening a fog arose over the Neva! .. And the city of Peter Smelled with his head In a white cloak of silver ... And immediately, for a start, With a languid cry, in the distance, Slipped and fell ...
14.   You have an example of a city, All flooded with daylight, And silk boards in a quiet house, And relatives of the voice. Perhaps juicy moons Flicker of fruit over the river, Perhaps a clear maturity In vain we ...
15.   I love you in the distant carriage, In the yellow room halo of fire. Like a dance and like a chase, You fly at night through me. I love you - black from the light, Right ...

Directly from the gates of the Foros sanatorium, a serpentine starts leading to the Baydar Gate. Baydar Gate is a pass on the old highway Sevastopol-Alupka, built in the middle of the 19th century. This was the second crew exit to the South Bank. Before the Russian conquest of Crimea, there were no crew exits to the South Bank at all. There were only pack and hiking trails. After the Crimea moved to Russia, a road was built from Simferopol to Alushta through the Angarsk Pass, and in 1848, the Sevastopol-Alupka highway.

The Kaydar Gate is so named for the Kaydar Valley, which is located on the other side of the Crimean Mountains. She, in turn, was called so in the village of Baydara. This is a Tatar name. In our time, the village was called Orlinoe. Kaydar Gate is described in many literary works, as they are very spectacular. From the Baidar Valley, you climb a winding road that is cliffed on both sides. The terrain is gloomy, with many twists and turns. Suddenly you see a really “gate” ahead: a corridor cut into the rock, on top of which several plates are laid. When you pass through this gate, the sea distance and a vast view of the entire Southern coast of Crimea suddenly open before you. For people traveling here for the first time, this always makes a lasting impression. Guides always stop the groups here and enjoy the effect on the tourists. From Baidar, Catherine II also looked at the southern coast of Crimea when she made a trip to Crimea in 1787. She arrived here from Sevastopol, which at that time was not Sevastopol anymore, but was Akhtiyar, and Catherine just renamed it. But she could not get to the South Bank, there were no roads. Then Potemkin brought her to the Baidars, put a tent for her there, in which she lived for a day or two and admired from here her new possessions - the South Bank.

When we were on the Baidars, a restaurant was set up there near the pass on the southern coastal slope, from which, when the weather was fine, the southern coast could be seen right up to Bear Mountain. Very good place.

The descent to the sea begins from the Baydar Gate. This is a fairly gentle serpentine, on which there are many long turns. We went down on foot, so where you can cut these loops. One turn, another turn - and suddenly a small beautiful church hovering over the South Bank opened before us. Very colorful and surprisingly blends in with the landscape.

I recognized her right away. As a child, I had a wooden box for toys. The box was from under the tea - a cube with a side of seventy centimeters, all covered with color pictures. On one side of this box was depicted GUM and Red Square. The monument to Minin and Pozharsky was still in its old place, approximately against the future Mausoleum, and not at St. Basil's Cathedral. And on GUM there was a large signboard “Kuznetsov - Gubkin’s successor”. It was a box of Kuznetsov tea. On the second side of the box there was a picture of this very church of the Transfiguration of the Lord, which opened before us on the descent from the Baydar Gate. It was built at the expense of Kuznetsov in 1888 to commemorate the miraculous salvation of the royal family during the explosion of a train in Gorki. Kuznetsov made the image of this church his logo. It flashed across the country on tea packages that came from Kuznetsov, signs and so on. And so I saw this church with my own eyes. She really was very beautiful. At the entrance crowded people, waiting for the start of the service. Service there was very rare in those years. And the audience was waiting for the priest to come and let everyone inside. We did not wait for this moment. And they went, they went, they went, they went along the serpentine and in the end they went down from a height of five hundred meters (on which the Baydar Gate is located) to Foros itself.

Kaydar Gate is one of the amazing sights of the Crimean Peninsula. Kaydar Gate is located on the old Sevastopol Road, between the villages of Foros and Orlinoe.

The geographical coordinates of the Baydar Gate on the map of Crimea GPS N 44.406153, E 33.782005.

  - a monument that was built in 1848 in honor of the end of the grandiose construction of those times, namely the road that connected the city of Yalta and Sevastopol. It is difficult to overestimate the strategic importance of this road - in those days it was the second road leading to Yalta. The first was built in 1837, it connected Yalta and Simferopol, as a result, the city received a new direction for communication and trade. Now Yalta had three possible routes: sea and two roads to the western and northern directions of Crimea. In the middle of the 19th century, Turkey's claims to the Crimean peninsula were still strong and each new road provided significant opportunities for maneuver of troops, their quick and inconspicuous transfer on the peninsula.

Vorontsov was engaged in construction work and the development of this part of the Crimea. By his order, in honor of the completion of construction work, a portico was built by the architect K.I.Eshliman, together with an observation deck, which opens up a wonderful view of the sea.
  The Baidar Gate is located at an altitude of 604 meters above sea level, between the mountains of Chhu Bair and Celebi. One of the best views of the Foros Church, Cape Ayia and Laspi Bay opens from the Baydar Gate.

When planning a trip to the Kaydar Gateusually visit the second attraction located on the route, namely the Foros Church. Its construction gave invaluable experience in the construction of complex objects on the edge of a cliff and on a steep terrain in the Crimea. After the Foros Church, one of the most famous sights of Crimea, the Swallow's Nest, was built.

You can get to the Baydar Gate   from Sevastopol: after driving through Balaklava and the Night Wolves biker club, you need to find a turn to the Orlinoye village or find the sign "Restaurant Shalash"; further along the main road and after 20 minutes you are at your destination. The second option: to rise from Foros, there is a turn in the direction of the gate, indicated by a large sign "Restaurant Hut"; the road in front of the tunnel goes sharply to the right, a 20-minute climb and you are at the Foros Church, another 5 minutes uphill and you are at the Baydar Gate.

Near the Baydar Gate   there is a restaurant with beautiful views and good food, mainly consisting of ethnic Crimean cuisine. As well as a small market with souvenirs and fur products. Almost all products on the handmade market, sellers are mainly from the nearby mountain village of Orlinoe.

Visit to the Kaydar Gate   and - a very interesting adventure, the road is much better than on, the slopes and turns are not so sharp and the serpentine is not so strongly felt. On the way, from the side, there will be several mountain springs built at the end of the 19th century. In the summer, water flows from only one, and the rest of the time both sources work. Therefore, if possible, bring a container for a set of water.

The Baidar Valley is a lovely and lovely place in southwestern Crimea. Even the toponym Baidar-Ova confirms what was said: Paidar in the Turkic languages \u200b\u200bis magnificent, excellent, Ova is a valley.

The old road from Sevastopol to Yalta has been preserved here, it crosses the valley and goes through a shallow gorge to the Baydarsky Pass (527 m above sea level). To the west of the Baydar Gate, the spurs of the Chelyabi peak (655 m) rise with a rocky cliff protruding to the south - Mount Foros (563 m) or Gap Mountain, to the east Mount Chhu-Bair (705 meters).

In 1787, having made an extremely complicated and lengthy trip of 5,657 versts at that time (14 carriages were involved, 124 pairs of sledges, the retinue reached 3,000 people), Her Imperial Majesty Catherine II visited here. Her route travels in Crimeaunfortunately, did not include (due to the lack of equipped roads) the entire South Bank, however, following from Balaclava   towards Karasubazar (now Belogorsk), the empress nevertheless rose to the wild Baidar-Bogaz pass and literally “out of the corner of her eye” looked into a fairy-tale country, which she later called the “best pearl” of her crown ... when the pass was already fully equipped, and the road from Yalta to Sevastopol   didn’t seem to be a serious obstacle for crew trips, and Emperor Nicholas I visited here. He called the Baidar Pass “Russian Simplon”, firmly and decisively placing an equal sign between the recognized landscape beauties of the Alps and just entering the tourist fashion of the Russian aristocracy of the Gorny Crimea.

The road passing through the pass was built by order of the Governor of Novorossia M.S. Vorontsov, built under the supervision of Colonel-Engineer Slavich.

The construction of the road involved military builders, Russian soldiers. Construction work was repeatedly interrupted (in 1830-1831 due to epidemics of the plague and cholera), and were accompanied by human casualties (in 1834, a mountain collapse occurred, during which four construction soldiers died ...). But still, no matter what, the road was built. .

In memory of the end of construction in 1848, according to the project of the architect K.I.Eshliman, a stone arch was erected on the crossing point, which has survived to our time— Kaydar gate, a kind of "pa-glad" entrance to South coast. From an architectural point of view, the Kaydar Gate is a portico of blocks of limestone mined here with a complex cornice, flanked by half columns and covered with entablature. On the sides of the portico are adjoining curbstones in the form of rectangles made of limestone and giving a monumental look to the Gate. A staircase leads to viewpoints in the upper part of the propylaea.

The Baidar Pass is not the highest in the Crimea, but the strip of the South Bank here is quite narrow and the sea approaches the very foot of mountain cliffs and rocks. And, of course, the view from this pass is perhaps the most spectacular and impressive. And the most unexpected.

The road has just climbed the relatively gentle northern slopes of the Main Ridge, winding in a mountain forest, like in an elegant green tunnel. And here, on the pass, the horizon suddenly opened up. Ahead, where only the eye can see, the sea sparkles and shimmers, deep down below there is a green carpet of gardens, parks and vineyards; a church on a rock complements this picturesque picture and, as if guarding all this beauty, like giants, hangs of steep and torn rocks.

Of course, this view is unlikely to leave anyone indifferent - and even more so, creative people, people of art who have been here: artists, poets, writers, musicians.

The road is winding. Thickets, valleys ... A cloudless and ardent day burns.

We go without rest, my dear long one, And suddenly I hear: Canoes!

I look - the gate ... Two desert rocks, And then? Further ... Or is it enchantment ?!

These enthusiastic, wonderful lines belong to the outstanding Ukrainian poetess Lesya Ukrainka (L.P. Kosach-Kvitka).

In 1890, while in Crimea, the terminally ill poetess traveled a lot, drawing inspiration from her Crimean nature for her work and, probably, vitality. In the same year, traveling from Sevastopol to Yalta, she visited the Baidars. The canoes conquered her, this poem was born, which subsequently entered the poetic cycle of Crimean memories.

Modest Mussorgsky wrote the piano play Baydara.

The Polish poet Adam Mickiewicz, the author of the amazing series “Crimean Sonnets”, which became the crown of his trip to the Crimea in the summer of 1825, devoted one of these sonnets to these places. I. Bunin was very fond of these lines, prompting him to study the Polish language.

Baidar Valley.

I’ll ride like mad on a mad horse:

The valleys, rocks, forest flicker before me

Changing like a wave in a stream after a wave ...

To revel in that whirlwind of images - I love it!

But the horse became weak. It pours quietly to the earth

A mysterious haze from darkening skies

And before tired eyes, everything rushes

That whirlwind of images - valleys, rocks, forest ...

Everything sleeps, cannot sleep to me - and to the sea

I run away:

Here with a noise a black shaft comes up: eagerly I

I bow to him and stretch my arms ...

Flashed, he closed: chaos drew me -

And I, as in the abyss of the boat shuttle, expect

What will taste even for a moment of oblivion is my thought.

And the famous Russian journalist Uncle Gilyai, Moscow reporter and poet Vladimir Gilyarovsky expressed his feelings no less emotionally:

And above us, and below us,

Now azure, now sea steel -

With clouds and waves

Mother of Pearl ...

On the road we rush down

Intoxicating aroma

Gemstone Prism Stones

In the sun shine they burn.

Gemstones are not only a poetic image. In the southern cliff of the mountain with the half-forgotten name Jaurn-Chaurn-Beli, underground spheres were discovered that were once filled with Icelandic spar (this is the same kapltsit, but only colorless, transparent and capable of bending light twice). When studying vein calcite, voids were found in it. The fact that crystals of transparent minerals sometimes contain “prisoners” - voids with a liquid in which a gas bubble floats, was known in ancient times: “... like a hostage, a drop lurks in it. This water gives particular value to the crystal, ”wrote the Roman poet Octavius \u200b\u200bClaudian.

Once, in former times, they sold transparent crystals of Icelandic from a vein, which, unfortunately, is now depleted.

Marvelous lines of the poet A.K. are most consonant with the solemn beauty of these places. Tolstoy, who lived in Melas. He drove through the pass with his bride Sofia Andreevna in 1865.

The fog rises at the bottom of the rapids

Amid the midnight cool

Wild caraway smells stronger

Thunder heard more waterfalls.

How dazzling the moon!

How mountains peaks outlined!

Visible in the silver dusk

At the bottom of the Baydar Valley.

Heaven is shining above us

Blacker than the rivalry before us

Shining dew trembles

On the leaves in large tears ...

Easy for the soul: I can not hear

The shackles of earthly being,

No fear, no hope

What will happen next, what happened before -

I don't care - and that me

Always, like a chain, pulled to the earth,

Everything disappeared with the anxiety of the day

Everything in the moonlight drowned ...

Where did the thought go

What does she see so drowsily?

Whether in the midst of a magical dream

Are we riding along a cliff?

You are full of shyness,

Silently leaned towards me?

Really I do not see in a dream

As the stars shine in the sky

As the horse steps carefully

How is your chest breathing anxiously?

Or with a deceptive moon

I am only teased by a false ghost

And is that a dream? Oh if I

It was impossible to wake up!

Ivan Bunin, a Nobel laureate, has been to Crimea many times, has become firmly attached to this land, and love has never passed, even in distant emigration.

It’s getting light ... Over the sea, over the canopy of clouds,

Azure morning brightens:

Tops of Kayak Fancy Twist

Unclear and soft blue.

Like a mirror - the sea ... The surf does not splash ...

Under the light veil of fog

In the gorges where dusk crowded at night

It’s also cool and early ...

But with every minute in the dawn

Both the coast and the sea become clear ...

How wonderful here in these green mountains

Spring fresh dawns! ..

In conclusion - an excerpt from the "Guide to the Crimea" by Grigory Moskvich for 1912.

“As soon as you crossed the other side of the gate, the majestic sea opens up in all its beauty and unspeakable splendor: down there, far away, it swirls in deep fog, laughing, sparkling, sparkling and kissing the coast blossoming with plants. At sunrise, the purple-golden clouds covering a solid wall over the horizon by the sea, combined with the lush greenery of the valley, which still has night freshness, gives the picture that opens from the Baydar Gate a special charm. There is a platform above the gates, from which the views are even more magnificent, even grander. ”

P.S. From 1848 to 1972, the Baydar Pass was the only road leading to Sevastopol from the southern coast, and only after the construction of the Yalta-Sevastopol highway through the Laspinsk Pass, the Baydar Gate becomes not just a “passing” attraction, but a place again symbolizing the opening of the southern coast Crimea

  FOROSS CHURCH. TUNNEL VIEW

In the pre-war years, not the Foros Church, but this tunnel was the hallmark of Foros. Many postcards and photos of this tunnel were published. He was blown up during the war. It was finally destroyed in the postwar period.

  Tunnel at the Baydar Gate. 1905 year

  * Standing near the Baydar Gate, it seemed impossible for me to go down from this height without a sinking heart and secret fear, but when we started, the fear disappeared instantly; the highway is so beautifully arranged that the slope is barely noticeable.

This descent reminded me of the descent to Mljet in the Caucasus along the Georgian Military Highway. The highway and there, for 15 miles, goes along the Hood Mountain with endless convolutions and the place where you left on the top of the mountain hangs right above your head when you reach its sole. There the mountains are higher and covered with snow, but here they are more picturesque and on the one hand they are bordered by the sea.

Having driven three versts away from the Baidar Gate, where the Yaila ridge, by its impregnable enormity, it was impossible to go around, an underground passage was pierced in the rock. This tunnel has a fathom of 20 meters in length, quite wide and quite consistent with the surrounding terrain and formidable rocks piled in a chaotic disorder from the very top of Yaila to its foot.
  “Memories of the Crimea” by Princess Elena Sergeevna Gorchakova
  http://www.bigyalta.com.ua/node/2617

In November of the 41st, there was a terrible battle. He knew that once there was a tunnel near the church that was blown up during the war, but he never saw his photographs. .


  Grot Foros
  At the Foros Church. Alexander Terletsky. To remember

Therefore, today there is an opportunity to talk about the events of November 1941 and the hero-border guard Aleksandra Terletsky.

  "... Then the German regiments and divisions rushed to Sevastopol, walked along highways, seeped through paths, passes and gorges, searched for any loophole - as soon as possible to cover the city from land. Along the coast, resort towns and villages burned, from their reflections glowed sea.
  At "Scarecrow" someone wondered:
  “Oh, to keep them at the Baydar Gate!”
  - At the tunnel?
  - Of course! There you can put the battalion with two machine guns.
  And in a day or another - I don’t remember - the people of the forest house were agitated: some border guards at the Baydarsky Gates did this, which is hard to believe. The German motorized vanguard was detained for a whole day. There are no corpses there.
  ... Alexander Terletsky - the chief of the Foros border outpost - was urgently summoned to the unit commander Major Rubtsov.
  “Where is your family, junior lieutenant?”
  “Evacuated, Comrade Major.”
  - Good. Take twenty border guards and come with them to me.
  No one knew why they were built so suddenly. The unit commander personally went around the line, looked into everyone's eyes.
  “We are leaving, but you are staying.” You will keep the Germans at the tunnel for a whole day. Remember - a day! And no matter how they are, hold on! Who is scared - admit it!
  Story said nothing. The commander gave time to prepare, took parting Terletsky aside:
  - If what happens, we will protect Ekaterina Pavlovna and Sashka. Go, Alexander Stepanovich.
  In a narrow gorge distant artillery explosions buzz - Sevastopol beats. On a stone patch hanging over the abyss, stands a tobacco shed - thick-walled, from sonorous diorite.
  It’s empty inside, a dry tobacco leaf is playing in the breeze, rustling. Only in the attic are voices barely audible - there are border guards.
Someone comes to the barn, knocks on the butt with a butt. In response - not a sound.
  An unexpected machine queue flashes the door. Narrow beams of light from flashlights flash around dark corners.
  The Germans enter en masse. They breathe more freely, chatter, sit down.
  Dawn creeps slowly.
  The eyes from the attic counted the soldiers. There were eight of them - tall, young, without helmets, with machine guns on their stomachs.
  Beyond the walls, bouncing on the gray stones, the mountain water was noisy, far in the west the front woke up.
  New sounds began to weave carefully into this already familiar noise - German cars crawled to the tunnel.
  From the attic slashed with machine gun burst - not a single soldier rose.
  - Pick up weapons, documents! - Terletsky was the first to jump from the attic. - Remove, cover with tobacco!
  No trace was left, only under the breeze, as before, dry tobacco leaf was playing, rustling.
  It's light. Terletsky looked at the tunnel, gasped: the night explosion was not so hot.
  He showed his border guards:
  - Bad job! Do you understand me?
  Armored personnel carriers stopped below the tunnel, and soldiers poured out of them.
  - Do you understand me? - asked Terletsky once more and lay down on the machine gun mounted in the attic. - And be quiet!
  - Johann! - a voice from below.
  - Do not shoot! Suitable with a bayonet. Beggar, I charge you.
  - Got it.
  - Johann! - a voice at the very door.
  The doors creaked, parted, a helmet appeared and immediately rolled onto the yellow tobacco leaves.
  Motorized infantry approached the tunnel. The soldiers went astray, started throwing stones away.
  Two machine guns were hit at the same time. Those who were at the tunnel escaped. Only the dead and wounded remained.
  Machine guns scribbled on conveyors.
  ... A day has passed. Already in the tobacco shed, no attic, no doors. The stone skeleton remained, five border guards from the Forossky outpost survived.
  Terletsky, black from burning, in a tattered overcoat, lay behind the last machine gun.
  “Ten grenades, two full disks, comrade commander,” the sergeant Beduha reported.
  Tanks approached. Tools - on the skeleton of the barn. Hit direct fire.
  The border guards jumped out before a new salvo to the bottom cut off the entire right side of the barn.
  ... Akhlestin was brought into the chief of staff of the Balaklava partisan detachment by five border guards - scorched, with sunken eyes, barely standing on their feet. One of them, tall, gray-eyed, putting his hand to the visor, reported:
  - A group of border guards of the Foros outpost from a combat mission ... - The border guard fell.
“So you held the Baydar Gate?” Akhlestin asked, picking up Terletsky.
  ... Alexander Terletsky became the commissar of the Balaklava detachment. "
  "... We went up to the road. Terletsky and two radio operators. Terletsky listened. Quietly.

Let's go, ”he whispered, and ran across the road. The radio operators are behind him. He’s in the cotoneaster, on the path and then ... an explosion! We ran into a secret mine. Radio operators perished. Terletsky fell unconscious.

In the morning, the residents of the village of Baydary saw how hefty fascists drove along the street a tall Soviet commander in a tattered, bloodied overcoat, with a bandaged head.

The commandant's office drove the inhabitants of the village. They were introduced one by one, pointed to the shell-shocked commander, whose face had already been unblocked.

Terletsky's gray eyes stared motionlessly at the one whom they had brought to him. The commandant asked the same thing:

Is that anyone?

They were silent, although they knew Alexander Stepanovich, whose outpost was behind a pass near the sea. The confrontation continued and the next day, this time the residents of the village Skely answered. A thin man hurriedly approached the sleeve insignia of a policeman and shouted:

So this is Terletsky! The chief of the Foros outpost and of course the partisans.
  Not far from the Baydar Gate stands a lonely church. Before the war there was a restaurant here, tourists came here and from the site behind the church, they admired the South Coast.

On a cold March day, several women, in shabby clothes, with knots on their thin shoulders, scaredly pressed against the retaining wall. Below, from the side of Yalta, honkingly, a black car was approaching. Has stopped. The Germans in black overcoats pulled a living person out of the body. He could not stand. The Nazis entangled the knees of the lying one with a rope and dragged to the abyss. Something was poured into his mouth and placed over the very cliff. An officer and a skeleton policeman approached. The officer shouted something, pointed down to Foros, to the sea. Skelsky policeman yelled:

Admit it, you fool! Now you will be thrown into the abyss ...

The officer stepped back two steps, and the policeman wrapped the end of the rope on the cast-iron rack of the parapet.

The Nazis pushed Terletsky into the abyss. The falling stones rustled. One of the women shouted and froze.


  The officer looked at his watch for a long time. Waved his hand. The soldiers pulled the rope - blue feet appeared blue. Terletsky was thrown into a puddle, he moved, opened his eyes, looked intently at the women, bowed his head, and began to drink eagerly. They hastily grabbed him by the arms, lifted him, threw him into the car. She sped off towards Baidar.

This is Kate's husband, our waitress. Yes, Ekaterina Pavlovna. She has a son - Sashko.

Lord what they did to the man!

It turned out to be a clear day. Hit the drums. Soldiers and policemen ran along the crooked streets. Skely residents were driven to the granary, on the extended matrix of which a loop dangled.

Cannon volleys rattled near Sevastopol.

Terletsky dragged along the street. Thrown under the gallows.

Another salvo. Down in the Baydar Valley is a cloud of thick smoke. It hit the marine battery. Terletsky suddenly raised his head, listened and looked at the silent crowd for a long time, then he went up to the stool under the noose, pushed the executioner away and climbed the scaffold himself.

Volleys burst with new power - one after another. Terletsky turned his face to the front and, having gathered his last strength, shouted:

Live, Sevastopol! "(I. Vergasov" Crimean notebooks ")

After the war, Ekaterina Pavlovna Terletskaya (the hero’s wife) and border guards tracked down his remains and reburied in the park in Foros.

  (I. Vergasov "Crimean notebooks")
  Source http://www.rusproject.org/history/history_10/krym_terleckij

  * I literally yesterday walked along the road that I mentioned above. The road to Foros during the existence of the tunnel did not go through it, but from the church towards Mount Foros, descending a serpentine and returning under the red rock and again moving away from it ... and ultimately goes to the Sevastopol-Yalta highway. http://www.odnoklassniki.ru/baydarskay/album/51476252852405


  Tunnel


  Tunnel at the Baydar Gate, an old postcard from the collections of the Chekhov House-Museum in Yalta