Autumn conscription of Belarus in full swing. It is called the fall of two-thirds of Belarusian children, the last of which on November 30 should fall to the military units.

The current call is different from the former what is happening in a rather tense and difficult international environment. More and more countries are involved in local military conflicts, terrorism and brazenly knocking on the doors of the world's inhabitants, regardless of their place of residence. In a globalized world States harder and harder it becomes to maintain neutrality. In view of the above, it is interesting to ask the parents and relatives of recruits Viciebsk that feeling with which they are now sent to the service of its potential defenders.

Under the roof of the long metal canopy that next to the Viciebsk regional recruiting office, hiding from the fine autumn rain current recruits. Parents and children shared a concrete fence. With an expression of certain doom, or bowed their faces behind the fence are adults, primarily mothers, who, as far as may retard the time of separation. Apart from others, huddled against the fence, she is one of the inductees. I went over to her, but to go to the contact does not want to. Leaving Woman alone with his grief and come to the couple who speak loudly. The uncle of one of the recruits came to see the beloved nephew. The man was obviously drunk and on – extremely positive. It's just bursting with desire to speak to the woman who became his occasional interlocutor.

– Do not you think that in this weather is not very comfortable under this canopy? – I appeal to them.

– And nowhere else, there's always. My eldest nephew once in February, left, and nothing – is still here under the roof – is responsible talkative citizen.

– We remember the time spent in the building. I too once was called in the fall.

– Did you see off someone? – I ask a woman.

– Son.

– Would a contract army – could be, were not there?

– Contract army? Well, then, they would have to pay – is attentive man.

– Yes, but it is work.

– It is the job? We at one time served and now what? Kindergarten. Senior nephew served in Piečy. Oddly I call: "What are you doing?" – "I sleep in the storeroom." Almost every month the house visited. What kind of service? I have a son in law too. Comes with her daughter, "Do not take, given the delay, and I want to join the army. What should I do?" – "You have a dad who? – I ask. – A policeman? Go to the Pope and ask, say you want to serve on Čarniachoŭskaha street" – "Is it possible? "– he asks. – "Yes, it is, in the military it is welcome." Some time later, the daughter calls – all right. Houses served almost every night here, when the city was patrolling. He came out of the army, I said to him, Go up to his father's footsteps. I did not want to at first, then agreed. But at work. Now what's going on: no work, no pay, as well as at work. And to go before retirement.

– In the difficult time will have to serve your native people: in Ukraine are fighting in Syria – a large-scale war, terrorists of all livers got to – I translate conversation on topical themes.

– And we to Syria? Where are we and where Syria? And the Ukrainians themselves to blame, would behave like the Belarusians, and had the cheapest gas, and would fight at the moment.

– I, too, believe that Ukraine is to blame, they cooked up this mess. Those who came to power there, that they have changed? Everywhere stupid, uneducated people. What's going on there – it's terrible some. It's not there Russian kill each other. Ukrainians themselves with their own hands their country destroyed, – supported talkative man and the mother of the future soldier moved closer to the wall of the house in search of a secluded place from rain, but leave it obviously was not going to.

The rain began to drizzle even stronger, and I went after her, leaving a garrulous companion alone.

– Will stand to the end? – I asked a woman.

– Until the end – she replied, and her face was obvious that she was very upset.

I went home with the feeling some frustration, knowing that in the minds of the ordinary Belarusian nothing changes, "anyhow quiet", "somehow survive, to adapt", "use what we have", "our hut on the edge" "and in Ukraine is even worse"...

S. Horki, Vitebsk Spring