Youth scorched by war…. Butylin nikolay nikolaevich Literary newspaper nikolai konstantinovich butylin

Butylin Nikolay Nikolaevich - chairman of the veteran organization

Department of Internal Affairs for the Southern Administrative District of the Main Directorate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia

in Moscow.

Butylin Nikolai Nikolaevich, retired police colonel, was born on November 23, 1926 in the village of Zabolotye, Staritskiy district, Kalinin region. Higher legal education, in 1962 he graduated from the Higher School of Militia of the RSFSR with a degree in lawyer - jurist. In the service in the police as a policeman of the Proletarian police department of the city of Kalinin since 1945.

1946 - 1947 - a cadet of the Omsk secondary school of militia, after graduation was sent to serve in Moscow;

1947 -1951 - detective, senior detective of the criminal investigation department of the 11th police department of the city of Moscow;

1951 - 1953 - detective, senior detective of the 1st department of the Moscow Criminal Investigation Department;

1953 - 1955 - Deputy Head of the 2nd Department of the Moscow Criminal Investigation Department;

1955 - 1957 - Head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the police department for the protection of VDNKh;

1957 - 1960 - Senior detective of the criminal investigation department of the Main Directorate of Internal Affairs of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs;

1960 - 1962 - student of the Higher School of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the RSFSR;

1962 - 1962 - Deputy head of the police department for the protection of VDNKh;

1965-1969 - Head of the Moskvoretsky District Police Department of Moscow;

1969 - 1987 - Head of the regional police department, the regional department of internal affairs, the Department of internal affairs of the Soviet regional department of Moscow.

Since 1992, he has been the permanent head of the Council of Veterans of the Department of Internal Affairs for the Southern Administrative District of Moscow.

Has awards: the Order of the Red Banner of Labor, the Red Star, the Silver Star "Public Recognition", 19 medals.

The youth of Nikolai Butylin is a war, reports from the front, bombing, shelling. Father Nikolai Illarionovich died at Stalingrad, 15-year-old Nikolai turned out to be the oldest man in the village. On his still fragile shoulders, care was laid not only for relatives and friends, but also for all his fellow countrymen.

Natural ingenuity and habit of physical labor helped. He built a dugout with a stove in the forest, food supplies helped many fellow villagers to survive. He had to become wise beyond his years. And he already understood then: to come to the aid of people is his vocation.

In the victorious 1945, our people defeated the external enemy, and for Nikolai Nikolaevich a war began with internal enemies - bandits and murderers, thieves. Having worked as a policeman and having an aspiration to become an employee of the criminal investigation department, Nikolai Nikolayevich entered and successfully graduated from the Omsk secondary school of police, from where he was sent to Moscow. Here, having started as an operative of the criminal investigation department of the 11th police department of Moscow, he "polishes" his professional skills, solves crimes and continues to learn from older comrades. A capable detective is sent to the legendary Moscow Criminal Investigation Department, where he, continuing the fight against crime, acquires the first leadership skills.

In the 50s, Nikolai Nikolayevich was actively engaged in operational work while moving up the service from an operative of the criminal investigation department to the head of the criminal investigation department of the police department for the protection of VDNKh.

In 1957, he was appointed senior detective of the criminal investigation department of the Main Directorate of Internal Affairs of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs, he solved grave and especially grave crimes in the Dnipropetrovsk, Lugansk, Poltava, Donetsk, Zaporozhye regions, Belarus, the Baltic states, the Transcaucasian republics and other regions of the country. His professionalism grew, and his authority grew.

Constantly striving to study, he entered and successfully graduated from the Higher School of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the RSFSR, after which he was appointed to the post of deputy head of the police department for the protection of VDNKh.

From the moment of the formation of the Soviet district until his retirement in 1987, he first headed the department, and then the Department of Internal Affairs of the Soviet district of Moscow.

According to Heinrich Heine: “The art of living is the harmony between actions and our way of thinking,” and there is no better confirmation of the correctness of this judgment than the life of Nikolai Nikolaevich. Once, having chosen a profession for himself, he no longer turned away from the intended path, firmly walked towards the set goal, constantly studied himself and taught others, at the same time he was attentive to people, treasured personnel.

Over the decades of service, Nikolai Nikolayevich has brought up a huge number of students and followers, a whole department of generals and a company of colonels, many of whom continue to lead various police units to this day.

In the early 90s, the structure of the Moscow police was reformed and brought into line with the new administrative and territorial division of the city. The Departments of Internal Affairs of the administrative districts were formed. And again, the life experience and enormous authority of Nikolai Nikolaevich were in demand. No one except him could organize and organize the work of the almost one and a half thousand organization of veterans of the internal affairs bodies in the shortest possible time.

When the question arose about the election of the chairman of the Council of Veterans of the Internal Affairs Directorate, no one had any doubts that it was difficult to find a more worthy person than Nikolai Nikolaevich, and he honorably justified the trust placed in him.

Dear veterans! The young generation of Moscow police officers!
We are celebrating the 65th anniversary of the Great Victory. On May 9, 1945, the bloodiest war ended. On this day, with tears in our eyes, we honored our victorious soldiers and mourned the fallen.
I congratulate you on the occasion! I wish the veterans the strength of spirit, health, prosperity, and not lose the ability to enjoy life. After all, despite any difficulties and griefs, she is beautiful!
Addressing the youth, I would like to remind the words of the current testament of Marshal Zhukov to this day: “I would urge young people to take care of everything related to the Great Patriotic War. But it is especially important to remember: there are front-line soldiers among you. Do not forget them in the hustle and bustle of life ... Treat them with sensitivity and respect. This is a very small price to pay for everything they did for you from the 41st to the 45th year. " Veterans and those who fell in the war knew how to believe in victory and defeat the insidious enemy. The living must remember this and honor them!
I wish you, the current generation of Moscow police officers, to create strong families, raise children and serve honestly!

N.N. Butylin,
Chairman of the Council of Veterans of the Internal Affairs Directorate for the Southern Administrative District of Moscow

The contribution of retired militia colonel Nikolai Nikolaevich Butylin to the cause of the Moscow militia is enormous. A respected person, a veteran of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, chairman of the Council of Veterans of the Internal Affairs Directorate for the Southern Administrative District, the founder of a large militia dynasty. And despite his age, he is still in the ranks. They listen to his opinion, follow his advice ... But these lines, written by his friend - writer and poet Yevgeny Gryaznov, seem to be dedicated to him.

We knew how to do our thing -
Let the orchestral brass thunder!
To grow old, we, friend, have grown old,
Only we are not given to become obsolete!

In the very first days of the Great Patriotic War, Nikolai Butylin's father went to the front. Now he, the eldest son, has become the mother's only support. His three other brothers and his sister were very small. And Nikolai did not disappoint. Having matured beyond his years under the weight of enormous responsibility, he saved his family and helped his fellow villagers to survive.
Tver region. The village of Zabolotye. The Butylins family lived here. Every day, fifteen-year-old Nikolai listened to the front-line reports. They were disappointing. The Soviet troops were retreating ... The echoes of battles were already heard. In order to have somewhere to hide from the shelling, Nikolai dug a shelter. I brought logs from the forest, made a roll, covered the floor with hay. The exit led out under the hedge so that it was invisible. But the falling shell filled up the dugout.
- Everything that I could, my grandfather taught me, - says Butylin. - He was a jack of all trades - and a carpenter, and a joiner, and a tinsmith, and a cooper ... He told me: "Look and do as I do!"
Knowing that in the event of the occupation of the village, the Germans would take away all the food from the population, Nikolai dug holes at night. Together with my mother, I dipped tubs of grain, meat, cucumbers, cabbage there ... Having buried them, I leveled them. In the underground I hid potatoes and a Singer sewing machine, the most expensive thing in the family.
And then something terrible happened. In the winter of the 42nd, the village ended up in the territory occupied by the Germans. But the Germans did not stop there. The reason for this was a partisan detachment hiding in a nearby forest.
The battles in those places were terrible. When our offensive began, the Germans withdrew, burning the villages to the ground. Zabolotye did not escape this fate. Together with his fellow villagers, Nikolai ended up in the forest. Winter. Freezing. A bonfire that was made could do little to help. And then Butylin remembered about the collective farm foundation pit, where potatoes were kept before the war. I went to check. The foundation pit, covered with logs, straw and covered with earth, has survived.
Nikolai dragged a small cast-iron stove there and brought his fellow villagers. Here, warming up, not only the locals survived, but also our soldiers who liberated those places.
- Eight kilometers from us, in the village of Borovka, my mother's sister lived. She had five children, her husband was at the front, - says the veteran. - Mother was very worried about her. And I had a favorite horse, Zorka, I hid it as best I could from the Germans. On it I hit the road. Just left the forest in a clear field, as the German "frame" flies. The plane is like that. And then there was a machine-gun burst. Bullets whistle, I clung to Zorka - help me out, they say! Has helped out. They hid with her in the woods. Snow is up to her belly there, frost is 40 degrees. We make our way through the forest, and I think: if I get off the horse, I will freeze. We need to go ahead. And there you can hear the shells exploding. But I decided: come what may ...
Borovka turned out to be intact, at the entrance to it the rider was stopped by the sentry. Nicholas was brought to the headquarters. The officer began to ask who he was, where he was going. And he, chattering his teeth, asked that they first warm up and eat something. When he was fed cabbage soup and barley porridge, he told the officer everything he knew. The village of Butylins Zabolotye was liberated by the Central Front, and Borovka, where Nikolai arrived, was liberated by Kalininsky. Communication between the fronts was poor, and Nikolai's information about where the battles are going, where the Germans are now, was very useful.
Auntie's family survived. After spending the night with her, the next morning Nikolai set off on the return journey. His mother was overjoyed at the news. Now they had a place to ride out the harsh winter. They dug up and transported there the reserves hidden at the initiative of Nicholas, which saved their two families from starvation, and helped the neighbors to survive.
And soon Nikolai lost his Zorka. The horse stepped on a mine and was blown to shreds. A boy who was riding in a sleigh, Butylin's friend, miraculously survived. He was saved by the chest on which he was sitting.
- I came to the village, crying. No more Dawn. I say, well, what to do now, people are being killed ... It was a pity, of course, it was very much. Without Zorka, I had to carry everything on myself, - says Butylin. - When winter was over, my mother suggested that we stay in Borovka, but my brother and I decided to return to our native village. A dugout was dug on the site of our burned down house. From Borovka I brought a frame and a door. Nobody taught me, but by some instinct I was able to lay down the Russian stove. Made furniture. And then there was unexpected joy - my father came for two days ...
Senior Nikolai Butylin fought near Moscow, Smolensk, Rzhev, Vyazma. Together with fellow soldiers, he was surrounded. Came out of it. Walked on foot to Volokolamsk, passing five kilometers from his village, but did not go. Duty called him first of all to appear at headquarters. Almost nothing remained of his division then. When a new one was formed, Butylin was allowed to go home. This was his last meeting with his family. Leaving, as if anticipating that he would not return, he said, assessing the affairs of his son: "Now I can die in peace." He died at Stalingrad.
But Nikolai Butylin lived not only by caring for his family and fellow villagers during the war years. He actively helped the partisans with food, informed them about the movements of the Germans. He took part in shelling, bringing shells to our gunners with friends. Nobody forced them to risk their lives, but they considered it their duty. His friend Aleksey Erofeev led our soldiers through the swamp, leading them into the village occupied by the Germans from the rear, and the village was liberated.
And then came May 9, 1945. Everyone cried, because not a single house was spared the trouble. Someone died at the front, someone died of hunger. All four sons of the neighbors died. Aunt's husband returned from the front as an invalid, without feet. But the main thing is that we won! For life…
Every year Nikolai Nikolaevich Butylin comes to his village. Remember those years, remember those who passed away and swim in the Shosha River.
- Native land and river. They give me and my children and grandchildren strength, - the veteran admits. - We return from this trip refreshed ... And every time I think that God forbid that the next generations experience the horror that befell us.

After the war, Nikolai Butylin came to work in the police. He began his service in Tver, then worked in the legendary MUR, headed the Soviet police department in Moscow. He has 42 years of service behind him. After the unification of the Soviet, Proletarsky and Krasnogvardeisky districts into the Southern District, in 1992 Nikolai Nikolaevich Butylin created and headed the Council of Veterans of the Internal Affairs Directorate for the Southern Administrative District. From that moment on, his life became inextricably linked with caring for veterans and educating the younger generation of employees.
Anniversary days are the most troublesome time for members of the Council of Veterans. The plans for the celebrations are extensive - a concert at the Internal Affairs Directorate with the invitation of 47 veterans, visiting 35 people at home with the presentation of greeting cards, material assistance and food orders, summing up the results of the photo competition for the 65th anniversary of Victory, opening a museum in the Internal Affairs Directorate in the Biryulyovo Vostochny district, holding a sports holiday at the stadium "Trud", laying wreaths at the monument at the Internal Affairs Directorate in the Southern Administrative District, flowers to all the memorial plaques of the killed police officers in the regional police department.
- The main thing is not to leave any of the veterans without congratulations, - Nikolai Nikolayevich is worried. - Despite their difficult life today, the first thing they ask is that they are not forgotten.

Tatiana SMIRNOVA.
Photo from N.N.Butylin's personal archive

My father, Kostya Butylin with his mother, 1912.

(From the story "Forgive me, dear").

Our family, leaving their home in Titovo, moved and settled on the Bulkovo farm, Solnechnogorsk region, three years before the start of the Great Patriotic War.

Two linden and two birch alleys, an old two-story wooden house made of thick logs hewn from both sides and cut with planers, helped to make the assumption that earlier, most likely, before the revolution, wealthy people lived there.

Birch alleys by that time (1941-59) were already old, and they were 150-200 years old. This suggests that residents appeared in Bulkovo in the years 1730-1750.

I learned that the first owner was Lieutenant Fyodor Ivanovich Stramoukhov. Boundary dated July 7, 1770. The plan was drawn up by Biryulyov in 1863, when the archive was replenished according to the land survey book.
The situation is plotted from the county plan. Shower in Selts 9. This Selts has a long history and is marked on the Schubert map from 1860 ...

About a hundred meters downstream of our river, there are still high embankments adjacent to the stream, and they said that a dam was once built here, which was later eroded by spring floods ...

It was impossible to live in a large house, due to its dilapidation, so a simple, one-story, log house was built for living there, with a large yard for subsidiary farming.

The head of the family, Konstantin Vasilyevich, before the war, worked as the chairman of a collective farm in the village of Titovo, Dmitrovsky district. He left the chair of his own free will, or resigned for other reasons - the information has not been preserved.

It is only known for certain that, having moved to a new place of residence, together with his family, he perfectly fit into the forest environment, acquired livestock, bees and began to live in the forest gatehouse, working as a ranger at the forestry enterprise.

This circumstance, most likely, indicates that he quit the collective farm of his own free will, having looked after this place in advance, he agreed to work and move to the farm with the forester of the Reda forestry enterprise, S.D. Polyakov.

And I had a doubt that he left the post of chairman of the collective farm on his own, only because of the fact that in later times, the Soviet and present past, they did not part with the positions of command, at their discretion.

Apparently, the father was an exception to the rule, and life, far from "civilization", in the silence of the forest wilderness, seemed to him and his family more attractive and calm.

On a hill, from the top of which four tributaries of the Lutosnya River begin, which flows into the Sestra River, from where the Klyazma River also originates, this farm was located.

Five kilometers away was the village of Kochergino, and three kilometers away was Putyatino. At the same distance from us, where earlier on a huge field, was the village. Selivanovo, there was only one house in which the Volkov family lived ...

... This farm should be mentioned especially, because it is directly related to our family.
The fact is that before the revolution the village of Selivanovo was a large settlement and belonged to it, like the neighboring village. Stegarevo, Bykov Vasily Petrovich. The rank of Vasily Petrovich is still unknown, but his father, Pyotr Afanasyevich Bykov, was a court counselor.

And this rank in the table of ranks corresponds to an army lieutenant colonel, or a Cossack army foreman. Their relative is Khlopova (wife, mother, grandmother, unknown). But together they also owned the village of Nikolskoye and the village of Rekino, near the city of Solnechnogorsk.

For Vasily Petrovich Bykov, a young and beautiful girl named Maria Butylina worked as a maid. Their relationship with the owner was very good, and then grew into closer ones. The result of this was the birth, in 1909, of my father, Konstantin Vasilyevich Butylin. For some reason, she did not marry her master, although he, according to the stories of the grandmother herself, offered her to become his wife.

Grandmother insisted on dismissal and moved to Moscow, where in 1909 her son was born, who was named Constantine. The landowner turned out to be a respectable person: he helped her to buy an apartment and gave a decent amount of money for living.

Then whether they maintained relations or not - history is silent, and there is no one to ask - everyone has passed away; some in old age, and some were carried away by the war, or diseases related to injuries. And when they were still alive, we, the young, were not very interested in the history of the family, and it was not fashionable to advertise our origins associated with a hostile class at that time ...