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Alexander Murysev
It is truly told: the country should know the heroes. Only names are forgotten unfortunately. But forty years ago Alexander Murysev name knew hundred thousand, if not millions of Soviet people. Tens thousand kuibishev people and stavrople people went behind his coffin on November, 15, 1962.
And on one of wreaths it was possible to read: " to our godfather from the Soviet cosmonauts "... For short, in general, life this person has managed to achieve the main thing: He is recollected in a kind way - a rare case for the party boss.
The name of Murysev is connected for us first of all with the construction of HYDROELECTRIC POWER STATION. He was the first in a history of the country the party worker who has received Hero Sotstruda not for km? of dug ground or stacked concrete, but is directly for party work. He was Directed on " great construction of communism " in a role of party organiser of Central Committee and arrived here in critical 1953ì. He had to divide responsibility before new Soviet leaders for cores of construction with Ivan Komzinym.
" Murysev it is always with human souls of the hugest collective, and in the supervising three (the third - chief engineer Nikolay Razin. - Ñ.Ì.) occupies the position " of the corrector of human souls ", - very precisely characterizes him in the documentary stories " the Legend on the Volga region " the venerable Soviet writer Feodor Panferov who has visited the construction in August 1957. Where the energy of Komzinym whips almost uncontrollably as the open oil fountain, Murysev cools the chief of construction. And there, where it is necessary for Razin to be more energetic, the secretary warms up him... "
Already by the end of construction when the basic works have come to the end and on HYDROELECTRIC POWER STATION was at full speed the preparation for meeting Hrushova, party organization was taken away " in area ", second secretary Kujbyshevsk Obkom CPSU. In 1959 he became began the first . And in November 1962 he has died: three heart attacks successively... Very few people knows, that Murysev many years later after the birth. According to senior daughter Galina Aleksandrovny, his father Sergey Balev was a the doctor,and a communist. In 1917 he was have shot on meeting. The family has moved From Gomel where father was lost and children were born to Bashkiria, on station Aksakovo. There early widowed Maria Vasiljevna has got acquainted with telegraph operator Anton Murysevym who has replaced the father...
In 1930 Alexander has stopped Belebeiskuy professional technique school, has worked as the tractor operator and the mechanic on the railway and the after working faculty has massed exams at mechanical faculty of Kujbyshevsk industrial institute. It seems, he even was the Stalin grant-aided student, and of course he was a komsomol organization, firstly it the institute, then - at a factory named after Maslennikov where in 1941 he has got on distribution. " During war "Katushi" were made at the factory - they have got acquainted with Sergey Pavlovich Korolev, - younger daughter Murysev assumes. - By the way, there met my mum ". (Evdokinia Stepanovna (has gone through the) husband exactly for thirty years, and she has died in 1992.)
Ivan Gavrilov who cared Murysev on construction of HYDROELECTRIC POWER STATION, counts him " the father ". He is ready to tell about him for. " I was the secretary of Komsomol of the battery in the army, saw a lot of political chiefs, but did not see such people as Murysev was. Even nowadays - you will sit in turn, and wait, at it always the door is open ".
Komzin, and Murysev were people of the big soul both, - recollected Nikolay Semizorov. - Alexander Sergeevich was the decent person. Only his human attitude to simple people is recollected. Everything all was possible to tell him, he always listened. To everybody as well as Komzin, he has crippled nobody. He always acted soberly, explanatory, on business and too emotional - on my of vow it ruined. Know, to receive a heart attack in the prime of life means something ...
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