{"id":341880,"date":"2025-10-15T20:43:07","date_gmt":"2025-10-15T16:43:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epress.am\/?p=341880"},"modified":"2025-10-15T20:43:07","modified_gmt":"2025-10-15T16:43:07","slug":"kgb-stayed-the-kgb-talk-to-the-nachalnik-then-take-a-walk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epress.am\/en\/2025\/10\/15\/kgb-stayed-the-kgb-talk-to-the-nachalnik-then-take-a-walk.html","title":{"rendered":"KGB stayed the KGB: \u201cTalk to the nachalnik, then take a walk\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe title=\"\u0423\u0432\u0438\u0434\u0435\u0442\u044c \u0410\u0440\u0430\u0440\u0430\u0442 \u0438 \u0443\u0441\u043b\u044b\u0448\u0430\u0442\u044c \u0430\u0437\u0430\u043d \u043f\u043e\u0434 \u043f\u0440\u0438\u0441\u043c\u043e\u0442\u0440\u043e\u043c &quot;\u043d\u0430\u0447\u0430\u043b\u044c\u043d\u0438\u043a\u0430&quot;\" width=\"618\" height=\"348\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/eGY8QQAdJ30?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Araks is a village in the Armavir region, on the border with Turkey. From almost any point in the village, you can not only see Ararat and the border, but also hear the azan \u2014 the Muslim call to prayer. Though not five times a day, as prescribed in Islam. Locals say that in the past (and in our case, \u201cthe past\u201d almost always means Soviet times) the Turks were louder, so they used the morning call of the muezzin as an alarm clock, but now the loudspeaker doesn\u2019t work well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03296\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812106085\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812106085_fe9369fc51_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03296\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03295\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54810917782\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54810917782_856bb4b736_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03295\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">People say the border guards used to do their job better too \u2014 after all, they were protecting their own border, the border of the Soviet Union. Each outpost had dozens more soldiers back then; now there are just six. \u201cWhy should he care about guarding it now? It\u2019s not his homeland, not his border,\u201d one villager says. \u201cBack then things were different \u2014 not like this one of yours\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This \u201cours,\u201d as the locals call him, is one of the Russian FSB border guards stationed on the Armenian-Turkish frontier. His duty is to check every visitor and explain the local border regulations. That\u2019s how we met. As a Russian citizen, I\u2019m easy to look up in their database. He asks whether I\u2019ve ever been to the Donetsk People\u2019s Republic \u2014 apparently someone with a similar surname had. Caught off guard, I say no, and later regret not asking him back: \u201cAnd you?\u201d After all, we\u2019re standing on the border between Armenia and Turkey \u2014 what does that have to do with anything? I found out later that he was \u2014 \u201cgot some combat experience.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In rural Armenia, late June is cucumber season. \u201cYerekhek, inch ek duk uzum?\u201d \u2014 our neighbor, Rimma Akopovna, came out to meet us. \u201cCucumbers,\u201d we said. \u201cMaybe five pieces.\u201d \u201cA kilo?\u201d she asked, then brought out five as a gift. She used to work as a midwife in Vagharshapat before retiring \u2014 maybe that\u2019s why she introduces herself so formally, using her patronymic. \u201c<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My grandson is my life.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> He\u2019s thirty-five.\u201d After his parents died, he stayed with her and now sells vegetables in Vagharshapat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03554\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812019968\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812019968_d380eb0464_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03554\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03488\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54810917742\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54810917742_907500029c_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03488\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another family delivers their vegetables to a warehouse in Yerevan City. Only perfect produce is accepted there \u2014 one out of ten from the garden. The vegetables that don\u2019t meet the standards of the capital\u2019s supermarket are taken to the market, either in their own car or in a rented Ford for 10,000 drams. There are also agent services \u2014 they take 10% of the price per kilogram of cucumbers, which is now 20 drams. A neighbor says that most of the money they earn goes to transportation to and from the market.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Almost everyone in the village works in greenhouses. Kids help their parents full time. One teenager told me he\u2019d spent yesterday planting seedlings from six in the morning until two in the afternoon. His grandmother spends up to fifteen hours a day in the greenhouse. \u201cI love her very much,\u201d he says. \u201cWhen it was her birthday, we just left home so she could have some time alone and rest. That was the best gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03712\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54810917802\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54810917802_302c144b63_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03712\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next day, Rima Akopovna appeared at our door with a large bag of cucumbers. When she learned that the \u201cnachalnik\u201d \u2014 the village\u2019s term for the commander of the local border unit \u2014 had been visiting, she agreed to join us for coffee, first asking whether her dress was proper enough for such a meeting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Around the area, posters read \u201cDon\u2019t let the enemy enter your home!\u201d, calling on locals to stay alert and, if needed, call the number of the outpost representative. The initiative came from the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">nachalnik<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. He was almost fired for it \u2014 the media spread a photo with comments about Russia\u2019s influence on Armenia\u2019s internal politics. It seems the message works. My colleague was stopped in the street by Uncle Zaven, who said, \u201cTalk to the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">nachalnik<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> first, then take a walk,\u201d and immediately dialed his number. They say that during a training alarm, he once detained a \u201ccriminal\u201d with a shovel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03649\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812105920\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812105920_dc8d1fc3f2_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03649\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe chance to speak Russian without an accent\u201d \u2014 that\u2019s how the chief explained his curiosity about our company. We, for our part, admitted that we\u2019d never before shared a table with an officer of the Russian FSB.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From what <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">nachalnik<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and the villagers told us, things at the border post have changed over the years. There used to be many Russian soldiers stationed here, but now most of the personnel are Armenian conscripts and contract servicemen, selected by a commission at the Charbakh recruitment center, with Russian officers taking part. Officially, the selection isn\u2019t about connections but about skills and knowledge of Russian. Service here is considered comfortable: there\u2019s no gunfire, the unit is small, and everyone knows each other personally. \u201cIt\u2019s harder for local officers,\u201d <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">nachalnik<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> said. \u201cThey get calls from the soldiers\u2019 relatives all the time. I\u2019m a Russian officer \u2014 it\u2019s easier for me to stick to the rules.\u201d At the same time, Armenian soldiers wear Russian military uniforms but serve not one year, as in Russia, but two \u2014 according to Armenian law. Contract soldiers from Armenia are paid in Russian rubles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03580\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812106030\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812106030_5cf6d59125_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03580\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One of the servicemen says that people crossing from the Turkish side are mostly members of the Kurdistan Workers\u2019 Party. He clarifies that it is a terrorist organization: \u201cWhen special operations and persecutions begin in Turkey, they run here. And in Turkish prisons, there\u2019s even something called a \u2018day off\u2019 \u2014 once a month, inmates with good behavior can get short leave. There is no agreement between Armenia and Turkey, so they cannot be sent back. Here they receive a shorter sentence for violating the state border, and afterward, they go to Syria. The last Turk I detained\u2026 he had a fifteen-year prison term, of which he had served four. For crossing the border here, he got a year and a half.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">People from India try to cross the border too. The Russian officer compares them to the migrant workers from the comedy show <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Nasha Rasha<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">: \u201cThey earn next to nothing here \u2014 literally pennies. For a day\u2019s work, from six to nine, they get four or five thousand drams. They send that home, just like Ravshan and Jamshut.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Today, on our way back from a nearby village, we heard a police siren \u2014 turns out, it was for us. The chief jumped out of his car, smiling: \u201cI knew it was you! People keep calling me, saying someone\u2019s riding bikes around and studying the system.\u201d Among border guards, the \u201csystem\u201d is what they call the barbed-wire fences marking the border.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03695\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812019943\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812019943_f821b41818_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03695\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03633\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812019938\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812019938_03fe0d0659_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03633\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">These days, Turkey\u2019s proximity unsettles few \u2014 mostly just the teenagers. Rumors among them say that if the border ever opens, the Turks will surely attack. Adults have a different concern \u2014 that once Turkish fruits and vegetables start coming in, locals will lose their jobs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There is only one school in the village; in my new friend\u2019s class, nine students remain. Recently, Turkish has been added to the curriculum as an elective. Each year, the students visit the border post and, during the excursion, eat soldier-style \u2014 buckwheat with canned meat. On the first floor of the school, drawings are displayed. Near Ararat, the Araks River is always drawn \u2014 you won\u2019t find such a motif in Yerevan. Among all the drawings, the one that Aren made on our balcony stands out \u2014 it shows a road leading to Ararat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03568\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812019983\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812019983_92de2d07ac_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03568\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03297\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812106065\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812106065_55f573a441_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03297\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My friend observes, \u201cIt feels like we\u2019re stuck in the nineties here. Yesterday someone stole a car, and today I\u2019m heading to the funeral of a friend who committed suicide, but no one talks about it. If you don\u2019t live by the rules, people will bully you, and it\u2019s even worse for girls. You have to fit into a society where everyone wants to become a thief.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Here, wanting to become a thief almost feels natural. Offline role models are few: you can either serve as a soldier or work the fields under the watch of Russian FSB officers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We quickly found common ground with David, a former gangster. He respects those who refused to fight in Ukraine and has no love for Putin \u2014 \u201ca thief who betrayed the thieves\u2019 code,\u201d as he puts it. That evening\u2019s liveliest discussion centered on the deportation of Azerbaijanis from Russia: \u201cPutin\u2019s the only one who respects no one, among thieves, there\u2019s no such thing as nationality\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03427\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54810985812\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54810985812_12b5ca2f35_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03427\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A neighbor recalls the years after the Soviet collapse: \u201cThere was no state \u2014 we handled everything ourselves. But the KGB stayed the KGB: the border was always in order.\u201d During the country\u2019s lean years, life in the village was comparatively easier. Locals organized, gathered vegetables, drove them to Yerevan, and gave them away. They also sheltered refugees from Azerbaijan \u2014 though now they joke that many left after hearing the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">azan<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> at dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFrom 1991, for five years we had no electricity,\u201d so the whole street pooled money for diesel fuel. They watched <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Slave Isaura<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> on a battery-powered television. The building that today houses the kindergarten was abandoned back then; older kids used it as a hangout in the nineties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the 1948 Soviet atlas, the village of Araks appeared under the name Nerkin Karkhun. The <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Collected Data on the Caucasus<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> (1880) recorded 132 households here, listing the residents as \u201cTatars\u201d by ethnicity and \u201cShia\u201d by faith. It made no mention of churches or mosques, but did note gravestones shaped like rams \u2014 the same kind seen in Goris, many now with their heads broken off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Neighbors whose families settled here after the genocide recall that \u201cTurks\u201d lived in the village in the 1930s. By 1945, everyone had left: Kurds moved to Central Asia, Yezidis to Russia, and the remaining \u201cCaucasian Tatars\u201d departed in 1948. Locals say their cemetery was later found where the village school now stands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03303\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812023509\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812023509_6d5a0fbc63_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03303\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03302\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812023364\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812023364_77f3c1ccda_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03302\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a pity you never lived in the Soviet Union,\u201d our neighbor remarks. In the 1960s, he recalls, \u201cthe border post was our home.\u201d Major Sovenko knew everyone, spending more time in the village than at the post itself. His wife, Raisa Ivanovna, taught Russian in the village school, where the children of border guards studied alongside everyone else. \u201cNowadays it\u2019s nothing like that \u2014 it\u2019s all market relations.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Villagers also endured the pitfalls of centralization. \u201cUnder Andropov, the village had a cattle-breeding kolkhoz. Who in their right mind brought cows from the Baltics? Summers here hit 50 degrees, winters drop to minus 20 with one and a half meters of snow.\u201d \u201cPlanned economy made people suffer, forcing them to grow cotton.\u201d One winter, a soldier in a Russian sheepskin coat nearly fell prey to jackals. They recall that in the 1970s and 1980s there was a fair in Zvartnots, during which all village stores were closed because goods nobody needed in the village, distributed by allocation \u2014 galoshes, canned sprats, and other preserves \u2014 were brought to sell. They say people from Baku would queue for them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03304\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812105955\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812105955_e38f176143_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03304\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03305\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812106070\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812106070_82fb9fe798_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03305\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Today, many villagers have fields in the border zone, and you can access your own plot only with a permit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After the USSR fell, some people moved to Russia, others to Europe; a few came back. One man spent sixteen years in Kharkiv and now keeps in touch with friends and relatives by phone. Someone recently arrived from Karabakh. Even families who have always stayed in the village have relatives working abroad. The neighboring house once had a tandoor, but today the woman\u2019s sons, pictured here, are baking lavash in Samara.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03591\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812105980\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812105980_79e9a2a23c_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03591\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Our neighbor David ran a successful construction business in Russia, though in the Belgorod region, where nothing is being built now and selling an apartment is impossible. \u201cRussia swallowed everyone. Now we\u2019re returning empty-handed,\u201d he says. The Yezidi Hussein\u2019s family all left for Europe during perestroika, but he fount life there dull \u2014 here he has a large house, a greenhouse, pigeons, and regular trips to the market.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC03744\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/161875017@N06\/54812023329\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/54812023329_cf2bb42ed8_z.jpg\" alt=\"DSC03744\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During my work on this piece, I discovered the blog of David Gasparyan from Araks. He documents the orchards throughout the year, showing how he cultivates and cares for the trees. Blog link: <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/@davitgasparyan2800\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/@davitgasparyan2800<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><b>anastasia karkot*ska<\/b><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe chance to speak Russian without an accent\u201d \u2014 that\u2019s how the chief explained his curiosity about our company. 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