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February 12, 1990, Monday. A few minutes ago ended working day. I run with my wife on the street. Rush hour, but the street completely deserted - no cars on the pavement, no passer-by on the sidewalk. Behind us, a kilometer away from us was Lenin Avenue, at which to the side Station, crushing and sweeping away everything in its path, there was a huge crowd, who lost his mind. At any moment they will come into the intersection and no one knows in which direction will move. We must hurry - at home (do not know whether they were there) are there teenage daughter and son - a student of the university of Kiev, who a few days ago arrived unsuccessfully for the holidays. Fear for them customize us, and we are running struggles. After running a few miles, we sigh with relief. Children were at home. A section of the road the next day at the textile mill turned into hell. Gang of Islamic fundamentalists blocked the highway. Coming from both sides of buses and trolleybuses they dragged Russian women and raped here at bus stops and on the football field beside the road, the men were severely beaten. Anti-Russian pogroms swept across the city. "Tajikistan is for Tajiks!" And "Russians, get out in their Russia!" - The main slogans of the rioters. They killed the Russians, robbed and raped even in their own homes. Not spared and children. Such fanaticism, Tajikistan has not yet seen. City and national authorities confused. But the townspeople seek out and find it. In the neighborhoods were formed self-defense units, and in the morning on February 15 the whole city came out to the streets. Human chains girded border districts. Get tough resistance in several areas of the city, the bandits do not dare to attack. And riots stopped. " ("Long Way to Russia")
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