Sharp-tongued Tsar Peter the Great. About the boorish offspring Epic quotes of the formidable king

“Navigators are a boorish offspring, but they know their business very well. And, therefore - to let them go to the wardroom and give a glass. During the boarding battle, do not let them in on the upper deck, so that they do not embarrass the Christ-loving army with their disgusting appearance.
From the decree of Peter I

Friends! Today, January 25, Russia celebrates a professional holiday - the Day of Navigators of the Navy of the Russian Federation. Anecdote on the subject:
- Are you a navigator?
— Navigator.
- Explain, please, what is your expression: "drift angle"?
We don't have such an expression.
- How not?
- There is an expression "chervonets from the nose" ....

In, chervonets from the nose! And what will the “head of the transport department” comrade tell us about this, which of these, well, about whom the tsar wrote a decree - Captain 2nd Rank Alexander Dedyuev, a submarine navigator who gave the best years of his life to the submarine fleet?

Hello Ivan! For a long time, navigators were treated as second-class sailors; in Stanyukovich's stories, their land ranks flicker. Specifically, in the specialty of the navigator, we began to train in the 50s. Prior to that, they were released as shift commanders. That is, a lieutenant could become a miner or artilleryman, or he could become a navigator. The specialty is called "Navy Navigator", engineer-navigator. Training for five years.

In the Soviet Navy, during training, as a rule, there were two long-distance campaigns. My course went along the route Sevastopol-Annaba-Kronstadt, and Kronstadt-Conakry-Sevastopol. I, studying at the 6 Higher Officer Classes, managed to once again go on a campaign Kronstadt-Oran-Kronstadt (the training ship "Khasan", the Turks stopped letting him pass after he drowned some of their laiba in the Bosphorus). The rest of the practitioners were in the fleets after each course. There was no division into submariners and surfacers in our school. According to the release, they went not only to submarines and surface ships, but also to aviation (in my release, the guys even got to ekranoplans), border troops (there was a specific selection). They strove to get on the nuclear submarine and the BOD, the possibility of long-distance campaigns and the primary position of captain - lieutenant.

They remained in navigational positions for 5-7 years, maximum, then they went to assistants, first mates and beyond. The wisest sat all the way as navigators, after which they were transferred to teaching work in big cities.

The equipment on different ships was very different in complexity and tasks. I happened to serve on a strategist with an inertial navigation system, and someone had one gyrocompass in charge. What else is interesting? The commanders, as a rule, had a special relationship with the navigators. Only navigators were allowed to see what was given to the commander in the package before entering the BS. The most used navigator's word: discrepancy, as it seems to me.

“It is necessary to make regiments of naval soldiers (depending on the number in the fleet) and divide by captains forever ...” With this Decree of Peter I of November 16 (27), 1705, the history of the Russian marines began. According to unverified reports, the same Peter later said about them, those sea soldiers "... there is a boorish offspring, they are eager for wine and women, and therefore I command: to give English cloth in moderation, and being in a foreign port, do not let them ashore because when drunk, they will not say a good word, but they will start a fight immediately.

Happy Marine Corps Day!

My story, which connected me for 2 years with the Marine Corps, began more prosaically. And today, on another Marine Corps Day, I will tell it to you, dear friends and readers.

1980 I already knew at the military registration and enlistment office that I would be called up to the fleet. I really had no idea what to do in the Navy, and therefore, when my friends and I were offered to go to DOSAAF and study at telegraph courses, I went without much hesitation! It was fun to work with the telegraph! Punched tape, posting teletypes, CTA device, encryption and decryption - all this looked quite interesting, and it didn’t take much time either. In general, he graduated six months later with the crusts of a telegraph operator, and practically with a military specialty "in his pocket"!

Telegraph apparatus STA. I spanked 150 bpm already in 1981!)

The call crept up unnoticed. On October 26, 1981, after two days of standing on the parade ground in Yegorshino, “buyers” from Vladivostok came for us, and after standing for a few more hours in the rain in Koltsovo for decency, we took off on a flight Sverdlovsk - Irkutsk - Vladivostok. It was minus 20 in Irkutsk. Telogreyks immediately turned into pieces of ice that we wore on ourselves. "Sugrev" had already been raked out in Yegorshino, there was nothing to keep warm, and we chattered our teeth for several more hours, beginning to endure the "hardships and hardships" of military service.
We flew to Vladivostok late in the evening and had to wait another night in a tent camp for conscripts. It was there that I first got acquainted with the drink known at that time in certain circles, "Triple"!
My sad wails about love on the guitar somehow melted the soul of some foreman, and he was moved at the next performance of "Where the maple rustles ..." invited me to the tent. The kerosene stove was burning, a drunken midshipman was sleeping on the bunk, there was a frying pan with cold fried potatoes on the table, and the foreman opened the chest and offered me a choice of about a hundred funfyriks of cologne, carefully selected from the conscripts! :)
- Have you ever drunk, the foreman asked!
- And then ... I tried not to lose my face!
- Choose then!
In addition to the word "Triple" nothing came to mind and I chose the funfyr of cologne!
- We will dilute, the foreman asked!
- Do as you know, I was scurrying, and he poured us a glass of a whitish diluted liquid, which smelled of the horror of perfumery and already on the table caused certain urges!
They drank and ate potatoes. Then another glass. Then I played something else on the guitar and I remember drinking a lot, trying to get rid of the horror of the aftertaste of triple cologne!
In the morning they were brought to a unit called "Crew" for distribution throughout the fleet. I was assigned to a submarine and was very sad about the upcoming three years somewhere underwater. Passed the pressure chamber. Friends tried to break their noses there, feigning inability to endure the pressure, I did not care at all. After Irkutsk, I became very ill and crawled around the carriage with a temperature of over forty.

Suddenly, on the third day of lying on the bunk of the crew and mournfully waiting for my fate, I saw EARTH!!! Valerka, my friend from Uralmash, has already served for a year. He served right there in the crew. He held a high position - he led a team of fighters, recruits who collected empty bottles of lemonade from the crew, neatly stored them and handed over glassware to the reception. The business was very profitable, because thousands of conscripts passed through the crews. Valera was in charge of the cash desk, which God knows who he shared with, but already at that time he "lived" not in the unit, but in a rented two-room apartment next to the crew! We drank. We got talking. Valerka offered to stay to serve with him, live in the same apartment, and earn money)). But THREE years. I asked him to "do" anything, but only to TWO! Valerka was offended a little, but yielded! Buying my documents and transferring them to the Marines was a matter of minutes, and the very next day two brave Marines came for me, with whom I went to the division. On the way, I asked them with a faint hope if they had medicines there, because I was very sick. I still remember the answer. Yes, they say! "Pizdyulin with repetition" - they say suits you)))? I think I began to understand that it would be more interesting with Valerka)))!

1982 Senior sailor Budkevich)

In the communications battalion, which was part of the 55th Marine Division of the KTOF, where I was taken in the evening, it was a little uncomfortable ... Someone pulled himself up on the horizontal bar, threw weights over his shoulder, someone , washing, hemming, wiping everything that is not washed, not sewn and not washed! Someone was "knocked on the soul" in the aisles between the bunk beds. It was dull, sad and a little scary. The uncertainty of what was happening frightened and led to dreary thoughts.
In the morning I woke up from a strong kick on the bed net of the second tier. All somewhere in a mad whirlwind rushed. Construction. Cross. Monday - Wednesday - Friday - 3 kilometers, Tuesday - Thursday - 6 kilometers, and Thursday - in gas masks. Saturday is a household day, and through Sunday, a march - 10 kilometers with a calculation. It was Wednesday. The whole division ran out of the positions and everyone ran one and a half kilometers to the beginning of Snegovaya Street and one and a half back. After running 100 meters, someone from the side suggested turning into the bushes. It was Andrei from Izhevsk, who had already served for half a year and knew the places where it was possible to "mow" from cross-country. They ran into the bushes. We smoked. "Imperceptibly" wedged into the formation of the battalion, which was running back. Suddenly I saw Andryukha furrowing the asphalt with his face. I did not have time to be surprised by this, as a strong kick just below the back made me come into contact with the harsh customs of the Marines! :) The author of the kicks was Senior Sergeant Chuzhinov. By our standards, he was just an old man, since he was called up at the age of 26. He was also not very happy about this, and we periodically felt it ourselves!

Issued a form. The grandfathers did not take anything. It took a week to get used to footcloths. Footcloths were summer and winter, wound over yuft semi-boots, they dried and exuded after lights out. All night long. It was possible to wash, but there was no place to dry, as the dryer was full of things from "scoops", "grandfathers" and "demobilizations". The first days of footcloths greatly knocked down the legs. They were knocked down into the blood, but if this happened on the "combat officer" it was necessary to beat the ground with a boot and endure, endure ...
I learned a lot anew!) I learned to look for the larvae of linen lice in the issued underpants, and then “fry” them with an iron so that these living creatures do not breed in their own things. I learned not to notice, or rather, after a week I got used to the smell of footcloths. By heart I knew all the members of the Politburo of the Central Committee of the CPSU, and the secretaries of the All-Union Central Council of Trade Unions!)))
Learned how to beg for bread in a bread slicer. Everything is very simple! They took Vova Mnyakin with them (now the village of Ilek, Chelyabinsk region), with a face as round as the moon, they went to the bread slicer, Vovka tilted his moon-head to the side and asked in a plaintive village voice: "Guys! Give me a little bread! Eat hotzza!") )) Roasted bread cutters usually gave two rolls! That was enough to hide in the hill and six of them quickly slaughter them together with a couple of cans of "Wave" pate!)
Hated the guitar! The fact is that I was the only one of the "singers" and "guitarists" in the draft, so until the last demobilization left, every evening I took a place in the change house and sang. Played and sang. Same. Almost two months. Every day. The skin from the strings burbled on the fingers, and the demobilized people sat down every day and asked, "Ilyukha, let's talk about the pool ..." But I did not participate in the washing and cleaning of the demobilized things, fry someone potatoes. Take care of the guitarist

After half a year of outfits, park and economic days, alarms, painting curbs, drill training, political information and other “combat and physical” skills, I figured out a little about the balance of power of the battalion, learned to write beautifully (!) And went to the headquarters - the head of the combat unit. He became a "staff clerk"! My functionality included a lot - the daily maintenance of a book of orders of the unit, a little secret, the setting and removal of clothing and food allowances, receiving food and dry rations, sending on vacation and business trips, drawing secret maps of exercises, participating in these exercises, which, however, did not cancel daily crosses, parachute training, landing and other military delights.

So the year has gone by! I learned to sleep standing up, to do the "rise of the coup", to drink rectified alcohol without a snack, to extract alcohol from iodine, to eat dinner in five minutes and fell in love with onions and lumps of fat in the soup, to smoke a cigarette on a needle when half a centimeter of it remains, to sleep in clothes on a hill embracing for warmth with a dog, walking in a marching step, doing a "wake-up" for 45 seconds 20 times a night, running a dozen easily and without straining, showing bangs from under a beret (after six months), drinking "tea" in a jar from under the stew, immediately after eating it, eat sugar "bite" and eat half a loaf of bread in a minute!

Navigators. “Navigators are a boorish brat, and they won’t pass by a cup, but they know their business poorly, and therefore I command them to pay a salary and let them go to taverns!” - Tsar Peter said about his naval navigators, who were trained in "England" and "Germany". We, the pilots, are not evil, and only among ourselves, called this category of flight crew "harlots." They were included in the crew in order to test the piloting skills of co-pilots and during long-distance one-time flights. “Determine the position of the aircraft for me using two side radio stations,” navigator Petya Burygin, who had recently graduated from the navigator school, was checking me, still a young co-pilot. I see the position of the aircraft relative to the terrain clearly, but I twist the radio compass frequency knob to avert my eyes, draw two straight lines on the map from Ukhta and Izhma to the place that I see below me. "Ltd! Well done! - the navigator is surprised and delighted with my dexterity and accuracy of determination. - Less than five hundred meters, an error in the calculation using radio navigation! The weather in the North is not always “white and fluffy”. More often these are gray weekdays with clouds up to the tops of fir trees and with visibility limited to almost zero. In such conditions, we are qualified for instrument flight and rely entirely on radio navigation. When performing long-range and long flights, navigators were willingly taken into the crew. Most of the paperwork was assigned to them: they prepared flight charts, made calculations, received collections of intermediate, alternate airfields and the destination airfield. Getting ready for a long flight. Passed preliminary and pre-flight training, received permission to fly. The weather is ringing! Heading for Aktyubinsk, in the north of Kazakhstan. We fly quietly for three hours. The co-pilot conducts orientation, determining the place of the aircraft according to his flight map, and the navigator is resting. Only occasionally does Alexei pick up a tablet and nod approvingly. His work will begin later, when we fly over the border of the Komi Republic, and here everything is flying up and down ... Bringing his finger to the edge of the map, the co-pilot pushes Lyosha in the side with his elbow: - Get out your gluing of maps, my sheet is over. The navigator digs into the briefcase for a long time, his face becomes crimson, and his neck is more and more drawn into his shoulders. - I forgot to get it at the BAI (Aeronautical Information Bureau), - his gray eyes wide open, like a schoolboy, he blinks at me. I also feel an increase in adrenaline in the blood. There is confusion in my head: “The commander is responsible for everything and everything, who I am. You can, of course, return to Syktyvkar, citing poor visibility on the route .... And then? Explain yourself over the phone with your superiors .... Not! We fly to Perm. After tuning the frequency of the driving radio station of the Kudymkar airfield, it becomes easier. Although frail, but there is a signal, and the arrow of the radio compass shows the direction steadily. - Yesterday, while preparing for the flight, I saw on your map a “forbidden zone” shaded in red. We’ll fly there, they’ll shoot down at once! Or they will raise the fighter, and this, you yourself understand, is a scandal for the whole Ivanovo! - I turn to the navigator in the hope that he professionally remembers these zones. - Yes, commander, there she is, behind the road, where the forest is continuous, - Lyoshka answers not quite confidently, turning his head around. We go out to Kudymkar and see, lo and behold (!), a plane taking off from the airfield. We ask his crew to switch to “their” frequency, which all pilots know. This channel is not recorded on magnetic media on earth. He is our life! At this frequency, you can warn the crews about the danger so that they do not climb into the fog, ice, you can talk with a friend about the sore, without fear of prying ears. “I’m flying to Perm,” the commander of the take-off plane answers the request, “fit in after me.” "Where shall we go?" I thank my colleague. Lyosha, who seems to be ill, is sent from Perm to the base by a regular plane. To replace the "ailing" comrade, the senior navigator of the detachment Sasha Zakhv ...enko arrives. This card brought not playing and not fortune-telling, but the real ones, flying! He is also a cunning one! .. The whole detachment laughed after one of the distillations, where he was a navigator in the crew. When returning home, from Moscow, they decided to go by train, and not fly the next day and spend the night somewhere in a hotel. On the train, they say, we will sleep the night, and after dinner we will be at home! The Vorkuta train, which goes through the Pechora, was waiting at the Yaroslavl railway station. On the door of the restaurant, as always, "There is no place" ... but I just want to have a bite and a lick: the "anti-alcohol" law is all around, and the men of the nearest districts of Moscow in the evening huddle in the restaurants of the stations, where, although a little, they pour! Sashek, cunning, in epaulettes and a cap of a GA, through the glass shows his red, and even with a coat of arms, certificate of a navigator, to the porter. He takes it out of the tablet and shows some photo with friends in civilian clothes: “These did not appear here? - he asks and dictates some seven-digit phone number to the quiet and slightly stunned doorman, under the record. - If they appear - call quickly! ”... The question of visiting a restaurant disappeared instantly! They sat at the service table behind the column, from where the entire hall was visible, and the service was very fast! .. Order: “... the crew of the MI-2 helicopter ... of the flight detachment ... of the control took off from the Kedva MVL airfield. In the climb mode, the helicopter hooked the main rotor over the communication line crossing stretched over the Izhma River. From a height of 30 meters, the helicopter fell on the ice of the river and collapsed. The crew of the helicopter commander and squadron navigator died. I ORDER: 1. Put on flight maps all crossings of communication lines across rivers, towers and other artificial obstacles with a height of more than 50 meters. 2. ... "Lyoshka is not with us .... Five years and flew after school. He died while performing this simple flight. It was early spring, darkened, but still strong ice on the river and visibility in a light haze for at least three kilometers. It turns out that in the morning he went to work to perform his last flight. On Earth, a young wife remained in an “interesting position”, as well as an unfinished house “from the builders”. Aleksey did not have time, although he dreamed of a garden, to plant trees, as it should be in this life for a real man ... (In the photo I am in St. Petersburg on the courses of the Academy of Civil Aviation)

On the dignity of a guest at assemblies having (1700) SN ..
Before the appearance of a multinational guest, it is necessary to be:
- washing diligently, without missing these places;
- I shave carefully, so as not to inflict damage on ladies' tenderness with vile bristles;
- half hungry and a little drunk.

Having come to visit with the location of the house, familiarize yourself in advance with a light head, especially noting the location of the closets, and put the information in that part of the mind that is less subject to guilt than the rest.

Eat in moderation, so that with your belly you do not create obstacles to dances that have become heavy. Drink the potion at will, rather than holding the legs, if they refuse - drink sitting. Do not bring a recumbent, so as not to choke, even if he asks. Glory to the one who choked, for this death is honorable in Russia.

If you don’t know the measures - rely on your spouse - this guard has a vigil more than the sovereign’s.

Drunk people should be carefully folded so as not to damage and interfere with dancing.

Fold separately, respecting the floor, otherwise you won’t get embarrassed when you wake up.

Sensing trouble, do not panic, follow the place mentioned at a slow pace, but do not linger along the road and use all your strength to keep the belly that villainously betrayed you in the fortress.

Being without a wife, or even, God forbid, single, on the charms of ladies
look not with open greed, but surreptitiously - they notice this too, do not doubt. In this manner, you will respect them and you will not be considered impudent.

Do not act with your hands, being very careful and only having received a clear sign that it is allowed, otherwise you will wear your embarrassment on your face for a long time.

There is no fun in Russia without singing, but it starts at a sign
to the master, do not enter into a rage, listen to your neighbor - roaring alone
you are likened to Valaam's donkey, with your musicality and sweet voice, on the contrary, you win many praises from the guests.
Remember, a woman's heart is malleable to music.

We have noticed that in the assemblies and on the Neva prospect, some dandies in gishpan pantaloons flaunt arrogantly. I order them to be caught, brought to the Foundry Yard and flogged with a whip until these pantaloons turn into tatters. On cries and the title of the punished - do not look

Eat in moderation, so that with your belly you do not create obstacles to dances that have become heavy.

The face of a subordinate in front of those in authority should look dashing and foolish, so as not to embarrass the boss with his understanding.

“Don’t let the navigators into the taverns, because they, the boorish offspring, get drunk without delay and arrange a brawl.” -

“During the battle, do not let the navigators on the upper deck, because with their vile appearance they upset the whole battle.”
I order the gentlemen senators to keep their speeches in the presence not in writing, but only in their own words, so that everyone's foolishness is immediately visible.

The navigator is a boorish nature, eager for women and wine. But for the knowledge of the artful sciences, let them go into the mess-campaign and give altyns for vodka.

"All projects should be extremely kind, so that the treasury is not needlessly ruined and the Fatherland is not damaged. If someone starts to blurt out projects anyhow, I will deprive him of his rank and order him to fight with a whip."

Trade is a thieves' business, and therefore they are given a meager salary, and hanged one a year, so that others would not be accustomed.

I just thought .. Maybe these Decrees should be supplemented? Maybe someone wants to finish these creations?

The last tsar of all Russia from the Romanov dynasty, the first All-Russian Emperor became famous for his reforms, which favorably influenced the development of Russia. Peter I was not only famous for his industriousness, but he was also sharp-tongued, so the quotes of Peter the Great are quite powerful and assertive. Many who have studied history will agree that Peter I, aka Peter the Great, is known to all of us as a rather extraordinary person.

One of such examples of the originality of the Great Monarch I would like to cite several particularly interesting decrees issued by him.

● “I point out at assemblies and in the presence of gentlemen senators to speak only in words, and not according to the written word, so that everyone's nonsense is visible to everyone. Peter."
A similar decree also did not bypass Peter's favorite - the navy:

● "All the ranks of the naval crews, from sailors to admirals, having been in foreign countries, do not get drunk to death, so as not to disgrace the honor of the naval and the Russian state."

Further more...
“Don’t let the navigators into the taverns, because they, the boorish offspring, get drunk without delay and arrange a brawl ...”
“During the battle, do not let the navigators on the upper deck, because they upset the whole battle with their vile appearance.”

An acquaintance (naval) told me that he had also heard about such a decree of Peter the Great, according to which if they found a sailor who did not return from the tavern to the ship drunk with his head lying in the direction of his ship, then such a reveler used to get off with only a slight fright, they say he went over, of course, but still rushed back, though he did not reach. Now, if you are not lucky and a sailor will be found in the same form, but with his head away from the ship, then here and with his rods. According to rumors, in some places this decree is still in effect. There is no reason not to believe this, knowing that sailors are generally quite superstitious.

And about the army:

“Officers of infantry regiments on horseback in the location of cavalry units are forbidden to treasure, because with their vile landing, like a dog sitting on a fence, they arouse laughter in the lower ranks of the cavalry, serving to the detriment of officer honor. »

A couple more decrees, already without a touch of humor, sound quite vital:

“I ordered the governors to collect monsters and send them to the Kunstkamera. If I wanted to send human monsters there not because of the appearance of their bodies, but because of their ugly habits, there would be little room for them. Let them wander around the national cabinet of curiosities, among people they are noticeable. »

“During the cleaning of ships and repairs, all garbage must be taken out so that nothing falls to the bottom. And one of his own will do it himself, if an officer, for every shovel (garbage) for the first time loses a month of salary, for the second time - six months, for the third he will be fined by taking away his rank and enlisted in the rank and file. And for the private for the third - to Siberia for hard labor "-

Decree of Peter I of 12/09/1709

Epic quotes of the formidable king...

● A subordinate in front of the bosses should look dashing and silly! In order not to embarrass the authorities with their understanding.

● Be brief, ask little, go fast!

● Evil cannot fly quietly.

● In honor of the New Year, make decorations from fir trees, amuse children, ride sleds from the mountains. And adults should not commit drunkenness and massacre - other days are enough for that.

● To be afraid of misfortune - happiness is not to be seen.

● And everything went on as before. Nothing happened. Over Moscow, over cities, over hundreds of districts, spread over the vast land, the sour century-old twilight - poverty, servility, homelessness.

● When the sovereign obeys the law, then no one will dare to oppose it.

● There is a desire - a thousand ways; no desire - a thousand reasons!

● We do not have a thief - it means stupid, and honor - not in honor, honor would only be magnified over others.

● Who is cruel is not a hero.

● Forgetting service for a woman is unforgivable. To be a prisoner of a mistress is worse than a prisoner in war; the enemy is more likely to have freedom, but the woman's fetters are long-term.

● What kind of Russia, cursed country - when will you move?

● Do not trust three: do not trust a woman, do not trust a Turk, do not trust a non-drinker.

● Ignorance of the law no one excuses.

● Above all virtues is reasoning, for every virtue without reason is empty..

● Our commerce is already like a sick girl, who should not be frightened or discouraged by severity, but encouraged by kindness.

● An ungrateful person is a person without a conscience, he should not be trusted. Better an open enemy than a vile flatterer and hypocrite; such a disgrace to humanity.

● Whoever begins to speak, to the other - do not interrupt, but let it finish and then the other one speaks like honest people should, and not like women merchants.

● I have a presentiment that the Russians someday, and perhaps during our lifetime, will shame the most enlightened peoples with their successes in the sciences, indefatigability in labor and the majesty of solid and loud glory.

● Procrastination is like death.