Article about wine-grower-pitomnikovode Mikhail Vlasov known in the Crimea and his followers thanks to which diligence at us in a complex steady grades and grapes hybrids began to extend on all peninsula is published.
The person and it put
The person and it put
It, Mikhail Vlasov, retiring from a president’s post, upheld in inheritance then still to the former collective farm of a name of Voykov of the Saksky area vineyards, a cattle-breeding farm and huge, his diligence the constructed hothouse combine.
To sit on pension idly didn’t want, undertook at itself on a personal plot in the village Heroic production test of grades of grapes of institute of Magarach. Late passed to grades in a complex steady, tested in local conditions many of them.
Grew up not only grapes, literally fostered a galaxy of the followers. And seeing, as paternally it sponsors them, asked it:
– Instead of whether you are afraid, Akimovich, after all competitors you bring up to the own harm? Young bright, will bypass!.
– No, I am not afraid, – answered, – the competition in our business – the progress engine. Today at me it turns out, tomorrow – at them better, and it will urge on me to do even better.
He spoke about them, the colleagues on business much, and it wanted to me to get acquainted, learn closer who they are such. So …
Davyd and Martha Weiss
There lives this family too in Heroic. He is an engineer, she is an economist. When agrarian and industrial complex reform, that hothouse combine which was constructed by Vlasov began, was reduced to ruins. On ruins the family Vaysov also received a site. Built the house, outdoor constructions erected and began to think, and what is farther with these thirty hundred parts of the earth, rocks are more true, to do?
It is interesting, how these Siberian residents of Omsk coped with that naked rock?
When we with Akimovich arrived to Vaysam, at home there was only an old woman mother who explained that Martha grazes cows on a pasture, and David will be soon. The shepherd supposedly in the village isn’t present, and therefore inhabitants graze cattle in turn.
… Having charged for a while herd to the sister, Martha went with us home. And here, the first that was evident – a grape arch in all length of a yard, the such very tall huge corridor covered by a rod conducting to the house.
The thought flashed:
– As at Vlasov …
On a course asked the hostess about the first that came to mind:
– And why you were engaged in wine growing, instead of something in another?
Having turned back to Vlasov, she explained:
– And so, Mikhail Akimovich, came somehow to us, and at us round the house the waste ground, only huge lonely poplar filled up with down and the house, and a site. Akimovich suggested that useless poplar to clean, plant grapes on a site. In the beginning boyazno was, put new to us. But it calmed: I will help, a pier. Also helped – saplings, council, a scrap learned, to leaving, advised on selection of grades.
Just, when speech came about grades, we stopped at the internal court yard closed by the house and outdoor constructions. On opposite corners two bushes of grapes. Anything to itself – bushes! On powerful tolstenny shtambax the powerful sleeves stretched under the roof of structures on all their perimeter. By the form to them – years twenty …
– Yes isn’t present, to these bushes only eight years, – Davyd, – Yalovensky steady and Kodryanka explains. We, whether know, not so we like to chase novelties. It happens, so any rasxvalyaet, so rasxvalyaet, and it – any. So we decided that it will be pleasant to us, we will grow up! And here these grades, they after all very few people now interest, after them there is already the fifth generation steady, prefer the fifth, but we liked here these first-borns and we don’t refuse them.
He gives a hand to the amber cluster which has remained still on a rod Yalovensky, breaks it …
On my lips crackling sweet – hello thaws the left summer.
– And in general at us on a vineyard grapes, and in nursery saplings, all of grades for years checked, generally from Vlasov, – is noticed by Martha. – These are Delights and here Yalovensky, Kodryanka, Kishmish radiant, Timur, Autumn black, Rusbol, Frumuase albe, Anniversary 70, Russian early, Agate Don, the Gift to Zaporozhye, Arcady, the Talisman, Kishmish black, Victoria.
And Vlasov, as the instructor, returned my attention to those two giants, closed rods all outdoor space.
– To think only, – he delightfully noticed. – From each of them collect to 350 kgs of berries! In field conditions usually it is considered high a crop in twenty kgs from a bush. And here how many. Certainly bushes on such height on a lane you will not lift, but if there is such here a court yard why not to try? And why not to grow up such high-yielding grades giving commodity berry?
Questions of the skilled wine-grower caused in me reciprocal:
– And how with the market business is, without problems, whether that?
– The problem is, but it lies not in market, and is pure in the psychological plane, – he noticed. – These people though they and are much younger than me, I consider as people of the generation. And so, all of us, paraphrasing the classic of Russian literature, left a socialism overcoat where the principle was the main thing: before think of the Homeland, and then about itself. Market experts then contemptuously called shopkeepers, speculators. Also notice, even those who traded in the hands the grown-up garden or garden production. And it so ate in our consciousness that we can not still get rid of feeling of disgust, being going to sell for the market the berries grown up on the site, fruit, vegetables. What here the shameful? Anything, however we hesitate. Here and these my young followers, grow up grapes, and hesitate to sell, distribute to relatives, friends, acquaintances. We after all, speaking in images, just we try on on themselves a market mundirchik, and it … there is close, and there meshkovat. Well anything, life the good tailor, it everything will adjust to the size, will force this uniform to carry.
Going along a grape lane, paid attention that my feet don’t drown almost in the earth. And said that a vineyard on the naked rock. What here rock, if earth as down?!
– First, the earth zvozili, – was explained by Davyd, – and then, we at ourselves on a farmstead contain cattle, eight heads …
And it showed us huge burt manure.
– With humus all area we fill up annually. Here also such soft pillow, a fertile layer on which bushes grow was formed and develop quickly, productivity high, a cluster powerful.
– There is Burenki yours not only milk give, but also fruitful force to your vineyard?
– And the vineyard supports them, – Martha answers. – We do green to a scrap, a scrap of leaves for krone clarification – everything we collect also to cows in a forage. So here we have a useful combination of two branches.
From Vlasov heard that Davyd’s father lives in Germany, krestyanstvuet there, and the son with not weighty often go to it to help with his country business. Was surprised, to admit, what Vaysov from that safe country, where in everything ordnung, to itself home, forces a young couple to come back to our absolutely unsuccessful country where this ordnunga-order so doesn’t suffice?
Vlasov right there answered:
– Prityazhenye of the earth. After all there it in deficiency, and at us … How many waste grounds. Here they also equip the plot of land, establish on it reasonable ordnung.
Thirty hundred parts of the earth at Vaysov, allocated recently with it as much again on the waste ground. Manure is already delivered and scattered. There will be a new vineyard.
– Saplings for me, – are told them by Akimovich.
Century PASHHENKO, literary editor.