WHEN YOU CANNOT HEAR SONGS OF BIRDS...

...Feeling of irrevocable emptiness, the absence of life brought terror. People leaving their homes and yards in a hurry, left a kind of still life of everyday objects as if they were back in a minute and would continue their affairs. Somewhere there was a doll on the bench, a shovel in the middle of an unfinished ridge, and clothes that didn’t hung after washing, and even dishes arranged by pre-dinner – everything was lying as was, just there were no people.

A terrible disaster on April 26, 1986 divided the life of Fanis Bagmanov into two parts forever. He has been retired for several years, but he does not exclude the opportunity to work more.

‘As if it was not 30 years since the terrible disaster at Chernobyl have passed. Obscure pictures of aloofness are still before my eyes’, says the fire service veteran, Colonel Fanis Zinnurovich Bagmanov, who faithfully served in the Second Squad of Federal Fire Service of the Republic of Tatarstan, covering the oil-producing companies in the Southeast of the republic. Exactly the participation in the liquidation of consequences of the Chernobyl accident made the greatest influence on his destiny, according to his confession.