The story of an unhealthy grandfather.
I did not find my grandfather. He died before I was born. The story of his youth was told to me by his father.

It was about 1918-1920. The revolution divided the people. Some were for the red, some for the white, some for themselves. Grandfather was for the "red", although he originated from the egg Cossacks, as he said of himself. It may have been affected by the genes of the prapra (many times) grandfather - a Polish, a participant, apparently, of the Kostyushko uprising, sent for this to the Ural.

My grandfather was a boy at the time. The "Red" gave him a mandate, a mauser and sent him to one of the villages to collect the harvest from the peasants and transport it to the city. In the field of this grandfather did not seem to be diligent, but the story is not quite about that.

Once swimming in the river, my grandfather met a local village guy. We talked, word for word, made friends. Take the guy and confess:
If you knew who I was, you’t talk to me.
What would this be? Grandfather was surprised.
And since I am Popovich, the son of the village pop.
And what about that! Grandfather was upset.
In short, the young defender of the revolution showed class myopia. They have been friends with two boys since then.

At that time, the mood and power changed rapidly. The Cossacks changed their minds to support the Soviet power. The councils dispersed. The revolutionaries were shot. The rides began to ride around the villages, catching and shooting (and hanging) captured representatives of the "red" power.

It was my turn to my grandfather. The Cossacks took him out. placed on the wall. The clothes have been built and prepared. My grandfather said that he was a young man, a fool, not afraid of anything. Only the sky remembered – blue. The sun is soft, warm. It was a good day, Gogol.

The Holy Father came out to the Cossacks. Not just out, but in full dress. With an icon in salary, and with prayer. And he turned to the Cossacks with a speech, saying, What do you, Herodes, do. A guy, he said, though with a mandate and a mauser, but he did no harm to anyone, he did not atrophy like others. You will now squeeze him and leave, and we will send another instead of him, and it is not the fact that it is better. And worse, that is for sure.

In short, confessed the father of the Cossacks. The elder called the grandfather, pulled him down from his soul across his back and ordered him to run away from his eyes. My grandfather was alive. This time.

What is this story about? I think that in life, regardless of beliefs and circumstances, you always have to remain a decent person.