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Maybe heaven has ceased to be blissful ...

The memoirs of the commander of the cavalry brigade Yakov Arkadievich Melkumov is the story of an active participant in the fight against Basmachism in the territory of the current socialist republics of Central Asia.
From 1920 to 1932, the author of the memoirs spent hiking in the mountains and deserts of Eastern Bukhara and Khorezm. Warmly and fondly remembers Melkumov of his comrades in the struggle - heroes-Turkestans. Some of them remained unknown to this day, others were undeservedly hammered.
Melkumov's memoirs are strictly documentary, and the reader will read with interest the pages that describe the collapse of the Bukhara Emirate, the fall of the Khiva Khanate, the fight against the international adventurer Enver Pasha and the leader of the Basmachi gangs of Eastern Bukhara Ibrahim Bey.

... civilizations are dying because their fruits grow and ripen for a few.

Skillful lies are stronger than the rough truth. The people believe in the cruelty and greed of the nobility, our fall gives the poor a sense of equality.

Oh, of course, man has always and at all times idolized materialism and was inclined to see and understand freedom only in providing himself with money accumulated with all his might and stored by all means. But never have these aspirations been raised so frankly and so instructively to the highest principle as in our nineteenth century. “Everyone for himself and only for himself and all communication between people is unique for himself” - this is the moral principle of most of today's people, and not even bad people, but, on the contrary, working people who do not kill, do not steal. And ruthlessness towards the lower masses, and the fall of brotherhood, and the exploitation of the rich by the poor - oh, of course, all this was both before and always, but - but it was not raised to the level of the highest truth and science, but it was condemned by Christianity, and now, on the contrary , is elevated to virtue.

All empires are doomed to fall. They overestimate their strength, seize too much land, make too many enemies. From within, they are consumed by corruption, greed, betrayal.

Chaos is a staircase. Many try to climb it, fail and do not try again. The fall breaks them. Some are given the chance to go upstairs, but they refuse.

If you want to fly, don't be afraid of falling.

“I have mourned him for a long time. Day after day, I looked at him and cried. You know yourself, you were there, but you always forgave him everything.

- If angels could fall from heaven, so can we. The devil is waiting for us all.
- We must fight the devil.

They say that at the time of the fall, the brain thinks faster. As if from a sudden throes of motor energy, the mind, if you don't want to, begins to work at such a feverish speed that the world around us slows down.

Moral fall to the marginal leads to a rise!

People who don the cheap cloth of justice are often the first to fall ...

Before he had not thought about how dramatically the fate of a person can change and how rapid a fall from a height can be. Fate does not spare even those whom it has previously showered with favors. It is possible that she is especially cruel to her former pets. Perhaps our life path is like a spiral along which we go up and slide down.