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Homeless life in Moscow (16 photos)

Next, the story of a guy who introduced himself on the web as Bessonniy11. On his own skin, he felt what the life of a homeless person is. In the role of the homeless he had to live some time on the streets of Moscow, and he decided to share his experience with other users of the network.

Perhaps, it is necessary to start from afar. I was born and grew up in a small village near the Volga. The only good place was there, and why it was, and now there is – it’s the railway station, thanks to which it was possible to leave.

In general, these are typical landscapes of my native village, these photos very accurately convey the atmosphere. The population is about 7k, in the overwhelming majority of unhappy people.

In general, reading different books, looking around, talking with the contingent surrounding me, at about 14 years old, I began to gradually realize that there are probably better places in the world. The desire to leave my native land grew stronger every year more and more, and the direction was not particularly important, the main thing somewhere as far as possible. And so, it was July 2006, I turned 17, I received a certificate that I had spent the last 11 years of my useless life with benefit. I bought money for the first time and a ticket, and went to Moscow, but where else?

I must admit that the money for the first time is 850 rubles, but I also went like it was not quite to nowhere. In Moscow, I was to meet a friend of my older sister. This friend at that time had lived there for many years and kindly agreed to host me for a while. Even then, I was not a very naive cretinus, I immediately felt a dirty trick and felt some possible close end, but for some reason I did not even think of retreating, but you understand … oh, where are my 17 years old.

Her name was Nadezhda, and she met me. Even explained how to use the subway, took home, everything seemed to go according to plan. The head was intoxicated with the breath of the big city, this unforgettable feeling of freedom, a burst of energy, a sense of global change – all this quickly passed, and for several reasons. The apartment was, as it were, somewhat uncomplicated. The fact is that literally a month before my arrival and for many years in her lived 27 cats! The apartment belonged to some old couple who kindly allowed this very Hope to live in it, I do not know for what merit, but I know for sure that it is not for money. Cats moving, for some reason decided to leave all their hair for a memory, but what is most terrible – their fleas. In public, these vile creatures can not live, but with a hunger for a snack is not against. But that is not all. Very soon I realized that Hope is just crazy. She worked as an assistant lawyer at the metro station China-City, and not anywhere, but in the presidential administration. We lived on Podbelsky Street (now renamed Rokossovsky Boulevard). In the afternoon, I was looking for work, and since the keys to the apartment I, of course, no one trusted, had to meet her after work and go home together. It would seem that it could be easier?

But no. Here is an approximate route for her to travel by metro from point “A” to point “B”:

Of course, he constantly changed. The explanation on her part of such tricky trips was very simple: the surveillance of the CIA, the FSB, the KGB, the Masons, and so on. This personality was rather unordinary and the description deserves a separate post. Sometimes I did not go to work for her, but I just drove home in the evening (I knew the code from the entrance) in the hope that the door would be opened and would not take me for some alien.

It was clear – you need to dump somewhere. To do this, it was necessary to work somewhere to be able to shoot some corner.

I looked for work in a very interesting way: I approached any sellers, distributors of leaflets, etc. with the question “how did you find yourself in such a wonderful place?” And “do you need the same employees in your campaign?” I did not know other ways, and all because the mobile phone I as an ill luck completely refused to work the next day, after the arrival, i.e. somewhere I could not call by the announcements. In addition, I was a stupid seventeen-year-old moron.

But I was lucky! Some grandmother, distributing leaflets, handed me a crumpled piece of yellowed newspaper, and it was a piece – about 3 by 4 centimeters, in which I immediately met an announcement in the eyes: “A courier is required, s / p 800 p. per day, tel. such and such such and such. ”

It remains to find a way to call there. I spent a long time wandering around Tverskaya, on the Manege, along the Alexandrovsky Garden, until I finally decided to ask for a call, for some reason some visiting guests from Central Asia. On the phone, I was told to come for an interview the next day at 9am. So I got, as many say, in a sect.

As it turned out, it was necessary to work there not quite a courier, but a certain distributor. Well, as luck would have it all the couriers have already collected, but distributors can earn even more than 800 rubles. in a day. So they told me. The next day I was sent to study this mysterious profession. The training was conducted by a very amusing blond young girl, whom we all walked around the city all day, and she was rubbing something for someone all day.

In fact, the job was to sell to people on the street, in shops, in the offices of toilet water and cosmetics. But at the end of the day she showed me the cashier for the sum of 3500, explained that 30% of them are her, (ie how easy it is to calculate it as much as 1050 rubles!), I assured that it is still not enough, and soon they will teach me everything too. In general, I pecked. Looking ahead I want to say that I was taught, but not immediately, in two or three months. Although I have not done anything of the kind for a long time, I still think that I have learned a lot at this work and I’m really grateful to all those who participated in this one way or another. But in the first month I managed to earn up to 700 rubles, usually about 200-300. I learned to smile at people, and without that I can not do it.

Well, I passed about 2 weeks of my stay in Moscow. I’ve been working at work for almost a week now. Even food appeared in the house, which had never been before, sometimes I managed to get some sleep (fucking cat parasites and did not think to leave the tasty fresh carcass of the unfortunate come in peace alone), I melancholy tried not to pay attention to the schizophrenic neighbor who periodically tried to plunge me into the abyss of the chaos of his sick consciousness. In general, everything went on as usual, nothing foretold troubles. But no. Even as foreshadowed! Every day felt like the last.

The end was near, and he came. One day, after returning from work, I found a locked door, which in principle was not new, by this time I had to sleep a couple of times in the entrance already – then Hope was somewhere on business in another city and forgot to warn, something else. But on the second night it happened again. And the third one too. I decided, just in case, to try to climb to the last floor, to find out what’s wrong. And about a miracle! The door to the roof was not locked.

A small digression: as is known, after the terrorist attacks in the houses at the beginning of the two thousandths, the special services decided to close down to the devil for ordinary residents cellars and attics. I do not know how in other cities, but in Moscow in almost all houses the entrance to the roof looks like this:

So, the door was opened, and I got into my posh apartment for the next two or three weeks. Photo, unfortunately, no, but it does not matter! I drew in a pint:

Where it is painted dark gray – the entrance to the dark, attic, dusty technical rooms. Type of this:

About this way the building looked from the roof:

The roof, by the way, with a view of the Ostankino Tower!

On the horizontal board I made myself a truly royal bed. Ponabral in the supermarket a few kilograms of all waste paper and bedded soft pillow. It was quite warm. The only thing that was missing was the soul, blankets, money, brains … but there was a lot that was missing. On top of that, most things stayed in the apartment, okay at least the passport was with him, because you can not walk around Moscow without a passport.

Not without rapture, I admired in the mornings delightful sunrises and no less fascinating and divine sunsets. It’s so nice to watch the sunset against the backdrop of the Ostankino Tower, while being on the roof of a nine-story building …

But the lyrics are lyrical, and on the fourth day something went wrong and the door was locked. Scratching the back of my head, I peered at the width of the grilles for a while, and then it dawned on me! It turns out that as a special month I prepared myself for such turns of fate. Thanks to an extreme diet, I became almost like a liquid person! Like a cat checked to see whether there was a head between the bars and quietly went to his house. Hooray! The housing and communal services kindly worried about my safety – now you can not wait for uninvited guests. My home is my castle.

The next week passed relatively calmly: work, home. At the weekend I went to a public bath. Bums to note: in Moscow, too, there are public baths, are inexpensive, warm, there is even a wonderful steam room like in a sauna, in general I recommend. Here’s another tip: the roll is quite self-brewing and without boiling water, just need to wait a little longer – 20-30 minutes, maybe not so delicious, but where at night on the roof to get boiling water? What to do when bored? You can recite a bunch of different free newspapers, in some places on the ruins are sold books for ridiculous 30-50 rubles. Now, however, certainly more expensive, but going crazy with boredom and superfluous thinking about the meaning of life is even more expensive. I do not remember where, but about such a flashlight I had:

Also very recommend, I often helped out. Battery enough for a long time, I had a clothespin, it was possible to hang somewhere somewhere, so that I did not have to hold it with my hands all the time, very conveniently.

And so, one fine August evening, when I was peacefully resting on my bed and quietly read it, I do not remember which book, some dudes stood up in the attic, four of them. The teenagers were extremely surprised to see me there and asked what I was doing here at all. Nothing came up except to answer honestly: “I’m here, that, I live.” Well, we talked with them a little. By the way, they turned out to be quite good guys, really drug addicts. So what? Everything is not without sin. From the whole wide soul they offered me to plunge into nirvana with them, by inhaling some glue, but I refused. Subsequently, they sometimes brought me bread and circuses, that is, food and books, we communicated with them for life, there were no problems with them. These drug addicts, with the help of their heroic strength, widened the width between the bars of the lattice, than at the same time simplified and complicated me getting into the attic. Simplified because at first it was easier to pass, and complicated by the fact that the employees of the housing and communal services began to weld additional bars of the reinforcement, in order to block obvious places of possible penetration. Prior to that, my entry to the attic, apparently, no one noticed at all, and these are probably already burned. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. Simplified because at first it was easier to pass, and complicated by the fact that the employees of the housing and communal services began to weld additional bars of the reinforcement, in order to block obvious places of possible penetration. Prior to that, my entry to the attic, apparently, no one noticed at all, and these are probably already burned. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. Simplified because at first it was easier to pass, and complicated by the fact that the employees of the housing and communal services began to weld additional bars of the reinforcement, in order to block obvious places of possible penetration. Prior to that, my entry to the attic, apparently, no one noticed at all, and these are probably already burned. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. that workers of housing and communal services have started to weld additional bars of armature, in order to seal up obvious places of possible penetration. Prior to that, my entry to the attic, apparently, no one noticed at all, and these are probably already burned. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. that workers of housing and communal services have started to weld additional bars of armature, in order to seal up obvious places of possible penetration. Prior to that, my entry to the attic, apparently, no one noticed at all, and these are probably already burned. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint. Once in a couple of days a fight broke out between the welders and my resourcefulness, in which, in the end, I almost won. Everything was thoroughly welded, and in the opinion of welders “now, it’s for sure that no one will ever get through.” Haha! No matter how it is! I climbed out. True, once someone completely painted this ill-fated lattice, but then again came to the aid of free newspapers, which I wrapped iron bars, so as not to get dirty in blue paint.

But sooner or later everything comes to an end. If you think that I finally saved up money and took off my bed, then I hasten to dissuade you – no. I had to move out of this heavenly place, as one day some workers of the housing and communal services with their leader came up to me (very loud, not the most slender woman). Seeing no point with them about something to argue, I found the third place in Moscow.

I moved to a slightly less picturesque place – the highway Enthusiasts. No, not on the highway itself, of course. There was some kind of half-abandoned railway in the industrial zone, which seemed to lead to the factory territory. On the edges of this road were densely planted trees, and behind them the blind fences of all factories. The main thing is not a soul nearby. It looked like this:

By the way, now the MCC line (the Moscow central ring) was built on this site, it recently drove past, ponostalgated. So, why did you move there? And all because the office of my office was 5 minutes on foot, which was very convenient. I began to settle in a new place. Like Bear Grylls, I collected quite comfortable housing from improvised materials.

There were plenty of building materials. Pallets, slate, steel sheets, dsp, dvp – this around was in abundance. Everything was carefully disguised by the branches, so that it was not particularly noticeable from the outside. The feeling is like living in a forest on the river bank, but instead of a river there is a railway. And now advice is already for street homeless, although this is a rather strange phrase: you have a bonfire, but there is no money for a pot?

1) Buy beer in an iron pot
2) Drink
3) Cut the top part
4) Gently bend the edges so that they do not cut
yourself off inadvertently 5) Insert the wire into the two holes in advance

I remind you, the business is nearing the end of August. The days become shorter, the nights are longer, colder, darker and darker. In general, there was no way to do without a fire. At night I made a fire like this:

I recommend to everyone. It burns very long and in case of what, with due skill, you can throw a log up without even waking up. Tested personally.

But the trouble is – clothes can smell of smoke, and colleagues will not be able to daily rub the game as if again went with friends on a picnic, because no one except me still knows that I’m a bum. The way out was very simple: one for getting out into people, the other for “home”. Returning to my cozy nest, I changed clothes, neatly folded clothes in a bag and tightly tied it with a knot. No clothes smelling of smoke, everything should be civil. Do not forget at least once in 5-6 days to go to the bath, periodically try to wash in public latrines and voila! In appearance for everyone else, you are a normal normal person.

No matter how ridiculous it may sound, one day I managed to shelter, feed and even give a drink to another homeless person! I was sitting somehow on the shore of the “iron river”, I thought about the eternal, sipped my beer … Everyone who now will say something like “that’s an asshole, instead of having a better time to save, everything like that,” I want to answer right away – alcohol I allowed myself extremely rarely, quite a bit. But that day, for some reason, I immediately took 2 liters of some beer for the action, at a meager price. Apparently it was a day off and I wanted to finally relax a little. So. I see that a slightly embarrassed guy approached me, about 25-30 years old, and asked for water. Of course, I could not refuse, especially near my five-liter bottle with drinking water. He said that he had come from Voronezh to get a job in a nearby factory where he was promised to immediately provide housing, but something there is not grown together and here it is already 4 days as wanders around Moscow, trying to get somewhere. In the end, I still treated him with beer, and when it was a bit dark, he asked to spend the night in a hut, there was enough space there. In the morning, this poor fellow still decided to return to his home in Voronezh. Lech, if you read this – hello. I hope you are doing well in life.

It was early September. Living this way, gradually I learned to make money more or less tolerably, and in the end I was lucky. I did not have enough to find myself and move into some human habitation myself, but the office I worked in was not the worst, and some employees provided an apartment for which payment was withheld from the salary, and quite a bit. I agreed with the director and moved there. It was a dead kopeck in the town of Zheleznodorozhny (30 minutes by train to Kursk railway station, count Moscow), in which there lived eight or nine people. Quite funny guys, the specifics of the work to this just had. Trash and the frenzy of life on the street on this temporarily ended, the thrash and the other kind of suicide began.

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