“Vodiar is a holiday for others, but for me it’s a harsh everyday life” – Kultura – Kommersant
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120 years ago, a “shelter for drunkards” was opened in Tula, which is considered the first sobering-up station in Russia. Its main visitors then were the workers of the arms factories. Similar institutions operated in the USSR and still exist. How they portrayed and what they wrote about the workers, clients and life of sobering-up stations – in the material “Kommersant”.
About employees
“Sometimes I sit in my sobering-up station on duty, and such melancholy is enough for me … Then I take Mayakovsky and read. In the eyes – drunk muzzles, and I read Mayakovsky … At first, in a sobering-up way, I thought it was about vodka. Partially in it… But only partially. It’s a matter of spiritual emptiness. Emptiness is the tuberculosis of the soul. But we have not yet learned how to treat this consumption … “
(From the fantastic story “Ardabiola” by Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1981).
“Many envied Nikolai Mikhailovich. After a long line, a serious struggle, he managed to get a position that was considered thieves: the sobering-up center on duty. And at first, Yeltyshev was happy with every duty – he was on duty after three days – he expected something wonderful … No, not “something”, but a very real drunk to death rich man with pockets full of money … Yeltyshev was not completely unlucky, but earnings were invariably small, insultingly miserable, and the duty was mostly spent on empty dirty fuss with drunks under the fence. And in the end he lost faith in a happy accident.
(From the novel by Roman Senchin “The Yeltyshevs”, 2009).
“Major Shepotko is something… Now he is friends with me. He shares with me the booty from the sobering-up station, all kinds of knives, key chains, chains and watches taken from drunkards. After sobering up, drunkards usually ask where their money is, where their watches are, where are the knives. To which the major calmly replies: “We picked you up empty, friend.”
(From the work of Eduard Limonov “Garbage”, 2012).
“Senior Sergeant Dima Pastukhov was a good policeman. It happened, of course, that he brought up impudent drunkards by measures not provided for by the charter, – for example, good poking or kicks. But only in the case when the drunkard seriously began to swing rights or refused to follow the sobering-up station.
(From the novel by Sergei Lukyanenko “New Watch”, 2012).
On avoidance and desire
“The sobering-up station suggests itself,” the lieutenant said to the sergeant and winked meaningfully. Who’s in the sobering-up station? Me?! – Koroviev was indignant. – An honorary member of the anti-alcohol association? Yes, I will file a complaint against you! The threat appears to have worked. The police decided not to contact the member of the anti-alcohol association.”
(From the novel by Mikhail Bulgakov “The Master and Margarita”, 1928-1940).
“With difficulty we lead the patient, he resists, swears, enters into a fight. The police officers on duty and the paramedic, experienced people, quickly tame him: they knock him down on the floor, a towel soaked in ammonia is put into his hat and applied to his face. A wild cry, but it’s already half tamed. They hand him over to two hefty female dressers. They throw him on the sofa and strip him naked in one minute … A naked man is always more modest than a dressed one, which cannot be said about women.
(From the book of Alexander Dreitzer “Notes of an ambulance doctor”, 1941-1944).
“If only I could open my eyes, look at ordinary people, but I wouldn’t wake up from my foggy dreams, I wouldn’t shake off a powerful dream from my heavy eyelids! And after all, I’m not lying in the desert, not in a black forest, not in a quiet cemetery, but right here, near the railway station, in a thin forest, I’m lying in the middle of life, in the middle of life itself! … There is a policeman coming, to call out to him, let him think that I’m drunk, let him take me to the sobering-up station, let them shake off the magic dream from me with cruel icy souls! But no, no one sees.
(From the work of Pavel Pepperstein “Kolobok returns”, 2010).
About the reasons for the hit
“I earn a lot … I’ll go out after a binge, and immediately – cabbage in bulk … Each photo is a ruble … In the morning – three chervonets … By the evening – a hundred … And no financial control … What remains to be done ?.. To drink… The Kursk magnetic anomaly appears. You work for a day, you drink for a week… For others, vodyara is a holiday. And for me – harsh everyday life … Either the sobering-up station, or the police – solid dissidence … “
(Monologue of the photographer Valery Markov from the story of Sergei Dovlatov “Reserve”, 1983).
“You can make money here! Will not spend! Here, in the tradition of earning money on drink. Inventions and discoveries brought all collectives to the sobering-up station… If the invention was forgiven, then sobriety – never.
(From Mikhail Zhvanetsky’s essay “Testing with Money”, 1990s).
“The poet Lenya Terekhov, for example, once left this house, not only heavenly drunk, but also without pants, and moreover, straight towards a policeman. But the poet was not at all embarrassed by this, but threw himself into the arms of the serviceman and began to kiss him. And to the harsh question: “Where are the pants?” answered: “What do pants mean, comrade policeman, compared to eternity?” And he took the poet to the sobering-up station … “
(From the novel by Yuri Mamleev “Moscow Gambit”, 2007).
“” Such a thing … We are bad [милиция] still struggling with alcoholism. So I wrote you down in the sobering-up station… Like, they found you under the fence in an extreme condition… Don’t worry, we won’t tell you to work.” I thought. It’s hard for me, right? A sobering-up station is a sobering-up station. I agree.”
(From Boris Stern’s humoresque “Psychosis”, 1975).
“Before, you go on Sunday or on some royal day and almost step right on the lying citizens. And the janitors and policemen are busy over them. They rub their ears and put vials of ammonia to their noses so that they come to their senses and can walk to the site on their legs. And there they, dear, in a dim closet, like firewood, are dumped on top of each other. Now, of course, this does not happen … And even on this occasion, one should have a drink.
(From Mikhail Zoshchenko’s story “I won’t let you in”, 1936).
About awakening
“It’s nice that we are respected here,
Look – they bring it up, look – they plant it.
Waking up in the morning is not a rooster, crowed,
The sergeant will raise both people.
(From the song of Vladimir Vysotsky “Police Protocol”, 1971).
“And it became clear that it was a sobering-up station. And eight doves lie in their beds under the sheets… They look at each other – they haven’t seen each other for a century. The iron door opened, and the foreman on duty entered the room … “
(From the unfinished story of Vasily Shukshin “And in the morning they woke up”, 1974).
About the sobering-up station as a way of life
“You are not a citizen, but a resident. Who stole – I did not see those. Not a country, but a sobering-up station. You know it’s time for a change.”
(From the track of rapper L’One “Change”, 2019).
“The III republican rally of former prisoners of fascist concentration camps opened in the city of Tartu… First [фотокорреспондентом] they wanted to send Malkiel, but Zhbankov protested:
— By the way, I am a front-line soldier, have a conscience. The Turonok editor tried to insist:
– Prisoners gather there, and not front-line soldiers at all.
“As if I weren’t a prisoner,” Zhbankov raised his voice.
— The sobering-up station does not countthe editor caustically remarked.
(From the story of Sergei Dovlatov “Reserve”, 1983).
“—Next, we go with her to her three-room apartment and chat. Three days! …
… The villagers could not believe it. Sanka was nervous, angry …
– Well, moe! – Sanka freaked out. – But where have I been these three days?! Where?!
“Maybe in the sobering-up station.
“But how do I get into the sobering-up station?” How? I did not have an extra ruble!
“Well, this is … A pig will find dirt.”
(From Vasily Shukshin’s book “Version”, 1973).
About foreigners
“In the detox at 21 North Avenue, where you sleep on the floor, there was always some guy at night who stepped on your face on the way to the toilet. Then you cursed him great and put him in his place so that he would understand well that next time you need to be more careful or just lie down and endure.
(From Charles Bukowski’s A Time to Remember, 2009).
“In the cell, waiting to be sent to the city sobering-up station for the morning court session, several drunks were languishing, and while we were talking, there were constant cries from there, which even the Australian Bushmen would envy.
(From Raymond Chandler’s Trouble Is My Trade, 1950)
“– Palych, trouble – Billy was swept up in the sobering-up station.
— What for?
— Yesterday, after the mushrooms, we dined – not enough! In the grocery store – not enough! Let’s go again – and there are these … vigilantes. I say: what are you? Professor from Denmark! They neigh. He is in a quilted jacket … Well, I gave him my quilted jacket. ”
(From the film by George Danelia “Autumn Marathon”, 1979).
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