Skoptsy (also known as "lambs of God" and "white doves") are followers of the mystical sect of "spiritual Christians", which elevates the operation of castration (removal of genitals) to the level of a godly deed.
Communities of eunuchs believed that the only way to save the soul was to fight the flesh through emasculation. In tsarist Russia, the eunuchs sect was persecuted, its members were exiled to Siberia. The first trial of the sect took place back in 1772, when a whole community of 246 people was tried. Despite this, the sect was quite numerous: in the second half of the 19th century, there were about 6 thousand eunuchs, mainly in the Tambov, Kursk, Oryol provinces, in Siberia, where rich skoptic communities bought land from the local population. Eunuchs were often used as diplomatic couriers in Eastern countries.
In the USSR, the eunuchs sect was banned. In 1929, a high-profile trial of the sect took place. According to the Great Soviet Encyclopedia, in 1947 the sect was still active in the USSR. There is information about individual communities of eunuchs that existed in the 1990s in Latvia, Moscow, Stavropol, Orel. Currently, a small number of eunuchs remain in some areas of the North Caucasus. These are the so-called "spiritual" eunuchs (in their communities, surgical castration is not performed). Members of these sects are required to practice a certain cult, to preserve an ascetic lifestyle.
The story below is connected precisely with the period of the arrival of Soviet power and the understanding that sects must be fought.
Yesterday I evacuated an old friend from his dacha, a former KGB officer Yuri Tarasovich. For this I was drunk with strong tea, fed with buns and supplied with a terrible history of forty years ago. Tea and buns for me, but I will share the story, so be it. Personally, my knees involuntarily gave way from this story. Women can listen to her giggling - they do not understand. But for men, I would recommend to stand on the football wall and, just in case, cover up their hectic economy, because we are talking about him …
One fine, warm Soviet day, the Politburo of the Central Committee of the CPSU declared a decisive struggle against all sorts of religious sects and similar "interest circles". The KGB replied: "Yes!" and with all the KGB responsibility he began to dig in depth and breadth throughout the country. Operational data indicated that a very odious sect of eunuchs was operating in one undistinguished regional center. Members of the sect were people of both sexes, and - even its male members, not all were with detached members. Only the most ideological went to this terrible execution, in order to pacify the flesh and so … Yes, I really do not know what else … The regional KGB department decided to slam this sect and not just slam it, but everything is in accordance with the law - with courts, "proof" and the planting of the ideological elite for the malicious self-mutilation of the Soviet people.
Naturally, they began with the introduction of the "sent Cossack". For the role of the Cossack, they quickly chose a non-working, twenty-five-year-old fool, who, after serving in the army, had already managed to fall asleep by stealing a motorcycle. The guy went on probation, but this seemed to him not enough and soon he was caught in a very stupid stealing of collective farm hay. A potential Cossack woman was "invited" to the KGB and poked at the choice:
- Either you sit down to the fullest for a motorcycle, hay and parasitism, or you help your own organs and become a hero, and as a reward all your criminal cases are immediately annulled, plus the executive committee, going to a meeting with the authorities, gives you a two-room apartment in the regional center.
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And the Cossack woman cornered with pleasure agreed to cooperate, all the more - no danger, everything is under control. And it’s not difficult to get married with such and such a lodger, just whistle, a whole herd of village beauties will come running. On that and shook hands.
And so, at the next underground meeting of eunuchs, a new person appeared. At first, of course, they treated him very suspiciously, but the guy was so modest, so diligent and handsome that sooner or later he managed to get into the wonderful world of castration … Over time, the Cossack became an irreplaceable member of the sect. He conducted extensive explanatory work with the population, collected donations, very bravely kept and distributed prohibited literature, and most importantly, he organized underground meetings in his house. In short - getting closer and closer to the main secrets of self-harm.
Six months later, the leadership of the sect finally believed and made recommendations: "The brother has matured to conscious emasculation." Although they tried to dissuade him, they frightened him with the irreversibility of the procedure, nothing helped: “I want it - I can’t, I am tired of this“immoderate”flesh. If you don’t help, then I will open it to myself! After all, what kind of eunuch am I if I am not a eunuch ?! " The hunt is worse than bondage, and now, one fine warm evening, the guy was finally told the good news that the chief executor with his assistants came from Ukraine especially for him, so rejoice, sonny, tomorrow they will cut you off a little later. Don't go anywhere, be at home.
The Kazachok warmly thanked him and, with the speed of a tornado, rushed to his curator. The curator listened, rubbed his pens and gave valuable advice:
- Do not be afraid, the house will be surrounded by a double ring. Your task is to get as close as possible to the emasculation itself, and ours is to break in and prevent it in time. At the trial, you will testify that they fooled you, confused you, persuaded you and that's it, you're free. A prison awaits them all, and you are a "kopeck piece" in a house with an improved layout. Now to the details: when you come home, immediately pull the glass out of the window and keep it open. Then look at the situation when you feel that there is no more than a minute left before emasculation, as if by chance close the window - this will be a prearranged signal for capture. If you suddenly cannot close it, do not be suppressed, in extreme cases - shout, we will hear. Any questions?
In general, there were no questions. Before dawn, they knocked on the door of the Cossack woman. A huge bearded man entered with two silent middle-aged women. They brought everything they needed: a wooden chair with a large ominous hole in the seat, a copper basin, a suitcase with medical supplies, and even a wide white ritual shirt for the hero of the occasion. They ordered me to undress to my nakedness, put on a shirt and sit on a chair with a rip, under which a basin was placed.
I changed clothes, sat down, the shirt turned out to be so wide and long that it even closed the chair with itself. Women were scurrying all over the hut: one was unfolding the bandages, the other was boiling something on the stove, straightening the basin and soothingly stroking the "lucky man" on the head. The time has come for a huge bearded guy. He opened the suitcase and took out of it a hefty, eerie-looking cleaver - almost a saber, went to a far corner and began to sharpen his sacred braid. The sound was so nauseating and disgusting … men can easily imagine it, and women should take its word for it. Here is a terrible guy stopped grinding and asked the hero of the occasion:
- How strong is your desire to become a eunuch? Speak, don't be afraid, if you change your mind, I can still stop everything. We will say goodbye and leave immediately. Just tell me. This is not shameful, many refuse at the last moment. Don't worry, you will still be our brother.
But the Cossack proudly looked at the butcher and answered with the determination of Pavka Korchagin:
- I decided everything for myself long ago. Come on, don't weary.
The man sighed, shrugged his shoulders and continued to sharpen his huge knife. The decoy decided that he had probably had enough, it was time to give the signal to start the operation, got up, reached out, slammed the window and sat down. Seconds rattled at the temples and much lower. And the unsuspecting peasant, in the far corner of the hut, was still slowly testing the sharpness of his pig cutter on a piece of paper. In less than ten seconds, the front door fell with a crash, the window frame flew out. The hut was filled with ringing and shouts:
- Everyone, stay put! Police! Hands behind head!
But all these sounds, with a large decibel margin, were blocked by the heart-rending howl of the sent Cossack and a resounding "shmyak!" - this his cut off economy flopped into a copper basin under a chair …
It turned out that a terrible guy with a huge knife served only as a distracting factor from the procedure itself, and one of his “assistants” was a real master in sacred meat deboning, who imperceptibly crawled under the chair from behind and with special scissors …
The KGB did not deceive - after the trial, the hero, as agreed, received a brand new apartment, only he did not wait for a herd of village beauties …
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