#kolyma

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Emil Gataullin, Kolyma

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The Mask of Sorrow is a 15- meter -tall monument dedicated to the memory of the victims of mass repressions in the Soviet Union, who were placed in the Gulag labor camps in Kolyma.

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Arnas Fedaravičius as Kolyma - Siberian Education 

[ahumourlessworld]

“The mountain had been laid bare and transformed into a gigantic stage for a camp mystery play.

A grave, a mass prisoner grave, a stone pit stuffed full with undecaying corpses of 1938 was sliding down the side of the hill, revealing the secret of Kolyma.

In Kolyma, bodies are not given over to earth, but to stone. Stone keeps secrets and reveals them. The permafrost keeps and reveals secrets. All of our loved ones who died in Kolyma, all those who were shot, beaten to death, sucked dry by starvation, can still be recognized even after tens of years. There were no gas furnaces in Kolyma. The corpses wait in stone, in the permafrost.

In 1938 entire work gangs dug such graves, constantly drilling, exploding, deepening the enormous gray, hard, cold stone pits. Digging graves in 1938 was easy work; there was no "assignment," no "norm" calculated to kill a man with a fourteen-hour working day. It was easier to dig graves than to stand in rubber galoshes over bare feet in the icy waters where they mined gold - the "basic unit of production," the "first of all metals."

These graves, enormous stone pits, were filled to the brim with corpses. The bodies had not decayed; they were just bare skeletons over which stretched dirty, scratched skin bitten all over by lice.

The north resisted with all its strength this work of man, not accepting the corpses into its bowels. Defeated, humbled, retreating, stone promised to forget nothing, to wait and preserve its secret. The severe winters, the hot summers, the winds, the six years of rain had not wrenched the dead men from the stone. The earth opened, baring its subterranean storerooms, for they contained not only gold and lead, tungsten and uranium, but also undecaying human bodies.

These human bodies slid down the slope, perhaps attempting to arise. From a distance, from the other side of the creek, I had previously seen these moving objects that caught up against branches and stones; I had seen them through the few trees still left standing and I thought that they were logs that had not yet been hauled away.

Now the mountain was laid bare, and its secret was revealed. The grave "opened," and the dead men slid down the stony slope. Near the tractor road an enormous new common grave was dug. Who had dug it? No one was taken from the barracks for this work. It was enormous, and I and my companions knew that if we were to freeze and die, place would be found for us in this new grave, this housewarming for dead men.

The bulldozer scraped up the frozen bodies, thousands of bodies of thousands of skeleton-like corpses. Nothing had decayed: the twisted fingers, the pus-filled toes which were reduced to mere stumps after frostbite, the dry skin scratched bloody and eyes burning with a hungry gleam.

With my exhausted, tormented mind I tried to understand: How did there come to be such an enormous grave in this area? I am an old resident of Kolyma, and there hadn't been any gold mine here as far as I knew. But then I realized that I knew only a fragment of that world surrounded by a barbed-wire zone and guard towers that reminded one of the pages of tent-like Moscow architecture. Moscow's taller buildings are guard towers keeping watch over the city's prisoners. That's what those buildings look like. And what served as models for Moscow architecture - the watchful towers of the Moscow Kremlin or the guard towers of the camps? The guard towers of the camp "zone" represent the main concept advanced by their time and brilliantly expressed in the symbolism of architecture.

I realized that I knew only a small bit of that world, a pitifully small part, that twenty kilometers away there might be a shack for geological explorers looking for uranium or a gold mine with thirty thousand prisoners. Much can be hidden in the folds of the mountain.

And then I remembered the greedy blaze of the fireweed, the furious blossoming of the taiga in summer when it tried to hide in the grass and foliage any deed of man - good or bad. And if I forget, the grass will forget. But the permafrost and stone will not forget.” (p. 178 - 180)

[lilbluntworld]

"What do we know of others' grief? Nothing. About others' happiness? Even less."

- Varlam Shalamov, Sketches From The Criminal World

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Âmes chamanes

“Chaman Yukaghir, en 1902.” Le chamanisme n’est-il qu’« une technique archaïque de l’extase »i ou bien est-il plutôt ce qu’on a pu appeler « un art du voyage mental »ii ? Autre hypothèse encore, ne serait-il pas les deux à la fois, une technique et un art, auxquels viendrait s’ajouter surtout le fait brut d’une révélation spirituelle, octroyée après une longue et difficile initiation, ou bien…

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Jack London Lake (озеро Джека Лондона), Magadan Oblast, Russia

Is a 10 km (6.2 mi) long and 50 m (160 ft) deep mountain lake, located at 803 m (2,635 ft) above sea level in the Annachag Mountains at the upper reaches of the Kolyma River in the Yagodninsky district of Magadan Oblast. It was named in 1932 after American author, journalist, and social activist Jack London by Russian geologist P. Skornyakov. The lake contains four islands.            

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The Mask of Sorrow (Magadan, Russia), a monument to victims of the gulag prison camps in the Kolyma region.