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Born on August 15, 1919 in Petrograd. His father, Nikita Nazarovich, was an officer in the navy, and for some time served under the command of Alexander Kolchak. After his resignation in 1924, he worked as an electrician and teacher. Author of two textbooks on minecraft and a number of articles on radio communications and radio direction finding. Mother - Anastasia Ivanovna, was born on the Kostyuki farm near Poltava.

In 1937-1942. studied at the shipbuilding department of the Leningrad shipbuilding institute. In the spring of 1943 he defended his diploma at the Nikolaev Shipbuilding Institute (evacuated to the city of Przhevalsk in the Kirghiz SSR), received the specialty of a shipbuilding engineer.

Doctor of Technical Sciences (1973), full member of the USSR Academy of Sciences (1981).

In 1942 he was evacuated from Leningrad along the "road of life".
In 1943, he was sent to work at the Central Design Bureau No. 18 (now OJSC "Central Design Bureau of Marine Engineering" Rubin "), where he worked as a designer, then as a senior designer.
In 1947, he was on a business trip to Germany to study German submarine construction technologies.
In 1948, he was transferred to the Special Design Bureau No. 143 (SKB-143, formed to design the first Soviet nuclear submarine, now the St. Petersburg Marine Engineering Bureau "Malakhit") as an assistant chief designer.
In 1948-1958. As an assistant, deputy, then chief designer, he led the development and construction of a Project 617 submarine with a combined-cycle turbine plant.
Since May 1953, he again worked at TsKB-18, where the entire team of designers involved in project 617 was transferred. He was deputy chief designer, chief designer of projects.
Participated in the development of the first Soviet nuclear submarine (project 627). led the work on the creation of the first nuclear submarine carrying ballistic missiles (project 658).
Since 1958 chief designer TsKB-18 (since 1966, the Leningrad Design and Assembly Bureau "Rubin", now the Central Design Bureau of Marine Engineering "Rubin"). This design bureau developed, in particular, all Soviet nuclear submarines armed with ballistic missiles. Since 1983 - the general designer of "Rubin" (he received such a status as the first of the military shipbuilders of the USSR).
He supervised the creation of strategic nuclear submarine missile carriers of projects 667A, 667B, 667BD, 667BDR, 667BDRM. In the 1970s under his leadership, the largest submarine in the world was developed - Project 941 "Shark" (underwater displacement - 49.8 thousand tons). Then he participated in the design of submarines of Project 09550 "Borey".
In the 1990s, he took part in the creation of ice-resistant oil and gas platforms for offshore fields.
During various tests, he repeatedly went to sea aboard various submarines. In particular, in the 2000s, when I was over 80 years old, I personally participated in experimental launches of the Bulava missile while on board the Dmitry Donskoy submarine.
He died on February 24, 2011. He was buried at the Red Cemetery in St. Petersburg.

Since 1984, he has been Deputy Chairman of the Presidium of the Leningrad Scientific Center of the USSR Academy of Sciences.
He was elected a deputy of the Council of Nationalities of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. He was a full member of the Petrovsky Academy of Sciences and Arts, an honorary member of the Union of Artists of St. Petersburg.

Twice Hero of Socialist Labor (1963, 1974), laureate of the Lenin Prize (1965, for the development of the Project 658M submarine), laureate of the USSR State Prize (1978, for the development of the Project 667BDR submarine). Laureate of the State Prize of the Russian Federation in the field of science and technology "for the design, creation and development of three generations of nuclear submarine missile carriers" (2007). Awarded four Orders of Lenin (1963, 1970, 1974, 1984), Orders of the October Revolution (1978), Orders of Merit for the Fatherland, II degree (2009), Orders of Naval Merit (2003), and medals.

Full member of the Petrovsky Academy of Sciences and Arts, honorary member of the Union of Artists of St. Petersburg. Honorary citizen of Severodvinsk.

Author of numerous scientific works in the field of design and theory of underwater shipbuilding, structural mechanics of ships, as well as memoirs "About what is and was ..." and the poetry collection "Letters to grandchildren". An album of paintings by Sergei Kovalev "Soul filled landscape" was also published.

His wife Tamara Vasilievna (maiden name - Urvacheva) worked at the Central Research Institute-45 of the USSR Ministry of Defense. Son Alex.

He was fond of kayaking, spearfishing, painting.

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Sergei Nikitich Kovalev(August 15, Petrograd - February 24, St. Petersburg) - General Designer of Soviet strategic nuclear submarines.

Sergei Nikitich Kovalev died in St. Petersburg at the age of 92. On the evening of February 24, 2011, he felt unwell. The relatives called ambulance”, death occurred on the way to the hospital.

On March 1, a civil memorial service was held at the Rubin Central Clinical Hospital of the Transport Ministry and a funeral service was held at St. Nicholas Cathedral. Kovalev was buried at the Red Cemetery in St. Petersburg.

Awards

honorary titles

  • , - twice Hero of Socialist Labor
  • July 7, 2003 - Honorary citizen of Severodvinsk

Orders and medals

Prizes

  • - Lenin Prize - for managing the work on the creation of boats of project 658v.
  • - State Prize of the USSR - for the management of work on the creation of ships of project 667BDR.
  • - Prize named after A.N. Krylov of the Government of St. Petersburg - for a great contribution to the development of domestic shipbuilding and strengthening industry ties with Russian Academy Sciences.
  • - State Prize of the Russian Federation - for the development, creation and three generations of nuclear submarine missile carriers.

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But you really made me happy! I sincerely objected. It's just because of them...
- Are you coming back soon? I'm bored... It's so uninteresting to walk alone... It's good for my grandmother - she's alive and can go wherever she wants, even to you....
I felt wildly sorry for this wonderful, kindest girl ...
“And you come whenever you want, only when I’m alone, then no one can interfere with us,” I sincerely offered. - And I will come to you soon, as soon as the holidays are over. You just wait.
Stella smiled happily, and again “decorating” the room with crazy flowers and butterflies, she disappeared ... And without her, I immediately felt empty, as if she had taken with her a piece of joy that this wonderful evening was filled with ... I looked at my grandmother, looking for support, but she was talking very enthusiastically with her guest about something and did not pay any attention to me. Everything again seemed to fall into place, and everything was fine again, but I did not stop thinking about Stella, about how lonely she was, and how unfair sometimes our Fate is for some reason ... So, having promised myself as soon as possible to return to my faithful girlfriend, I again completely “returned” to my “living” friends, and only dad, who had been watching me very carefully all evening, looked at me with surprised eyes, as if trying hard to understand where and what is serious he once “blinked” with me so insultingly ...
When the guests had already begun to go home, the “seeing” boy suddenly began to cry ... When I asked him what had happened, he pouted and said offendedly:
- And where is the girl? .. And the bowl? And no butterflies...
Mom only smiled tightly in response, and quickly took away her second son, who did not want to say goodbye to us, and went home ...
I was very upset and very happy at the same time! .. It was the first time I met another baby who had a similar gift ... And I promised myself not to calm down until I could convince this "unfair" and unhappy mother how her baby was a truly great miracle ... He, like each of us, should have had the right to free choice, and his mother had no right to take it away from him ... At least until he himself will begin to understand something.
I looked up and saw my dad, who was leaning on the door frame, and all this time he was watching me with great interest. Dad came up and, affectionately hugging me by the shoulders, quietly said:
- Come on, let's go, you will tell me why you fought so hotly here ...
And then I felt very light and calm in my soul. Finally, he will know everything, and I will never have to hide anything from him again! He was my best friend, who, unfortunately, did not even know half the truth about what my life really was ... It was not fair and it was unfair ... And I only now realized how strange everything was this is the time to hide my “second” life from dad just because it seemed to mom that dad would not understand ... I should have given him such a chance even earlier and now I was very glad that I could do it at least now ...
Sitting comfortably on his favorite sofa, we talked for a very long time ... And how much I was delighted and surprised that, as I told him about my incredible adventures, my father's face brightened more and more! .. I I realized that my whole “incredible” story not only does not scare him, but, on the contrary, for some reason makes him very happy ...
“I always knew that you would be special with me, Svetlenkaya ...” when I finished, dad said very seriously. - I am proud of you. Can I help you with something?
I was so shocked by what had happened that for no reason, I burst into tears uncontrollably ... Dad cradled me in his arms, like small child, quietly whispering something, and I, from the happiness that he understood me, did not hear anything, I only understood that all my hated "secrets" were already behind, and now everything would certainly be fine ...
I wrote about this birthday because it left in my soul a deep trace of something very important and very kind, without which my story about myself would certainly be incomplete ...
The next day, everything seemed normal and everyday again, as if it hadn’t been that incredible yesterday. have a good day birth...
The usual school and household chores almost completely loaded the hours allotted for the day, and what was left - as always, was my favorite time, and I tried to use it very "economically" in order to learn as much useful information as possible, and as much as possible "unusual" in to find yourself and in everything around you ...
Naturally, they didn’t let me near the “gifted” neighbor boy, explaining that the baby had a cold, but as I later learned from his older brother, the boy felt absolutely fine, and apparently “sick” only for me ...
It was very unfortunate that his mother, who at one time must have gone through a rather “thorny” path of the same “unusual”, categorically did not want to accept any help from me, and tried in every possible way to protect her sweet, talented son from me. But this, again, was just one of those many bitter and hurtful moments of my life when no one needed the help I offered, and I now tried to avoid such “moments” as carefully as possible... Again, it is impossible for people there was something to prove if they didn't want to accept it. And I never considered it right to prove my truth “with fire and sword”, so I preferred to leave everything to chance until the moment when a person comes to me himself and asks for help.
From my school girlfriends, I again moved away a little, because in Lately they had almost constantly the same conversations - which boys they like best, and how it would be possible to “get” one or the other ... Frankly, I could not understand why it attracted them so much then, that they could ruthlessly spend such free hours, dear to all of us, on this, and at the same time be in a completely enthusiastic state from everything that was said or heard to each other. Apparently, for some reason, I was still completely and completely not ready for this whole complex epic “boy-girl”, for which I received an evil nickname from my girlfriends - “proud” ... Although, I think that it was something proud I wasn’t in any way ... But it was just that the girls were infuriated that I refused the “events” they offered, for the simple reason that honestly I wasn’t interested in it yet, and I didn’t see any serious reason to throw away my free time causes. But naturally, my schoolmates didn’t like my behavior in any way, since, again, it singled me out from the general crowd and made me different, not the same as everyone else, which, according to the guys, was “inhuman” according to the school. ..
So, again, half “rejected” by my school friends and girlfriends, my winter days passed, which no longer upset me at all, because, having been worried about our “relationship” for several years, I saw that, ultimately, in this makes no sense, since everyone lives as he sees fit, well, what will come of us later is, again, a private problem for each of us. And no one could force me to waste my "valuable" time on empty talk, when I preferred to spend it reading the most interesting books, walking along the "floors" or even riding along the winter paths on Snowstorm ...
Dad, after my honest story about my “adventures”, for some reason (to my great joy !!!) stopped considering me a “little child” and unexpectedly opened me access to all his previously unauthorized books, which tied me even more to "loneliness at home" and, combining such a life with grandma's pies, I felt absolutely happy and certainly not alone in any way ...

    Kovalev Sergey Nikitich, twice Hero of Socialist Labor, Academician of the Russian Academy of Sciences, General Designer of strategic nuclear submarines. Born on August 15, 1919. In June 2007, after being awarded the State Prize of Russia, he was going to go to sea again.

    Thoughts and phrases


    The way of life, the events that filled it, and the goals to which it was oriented, are significantly different from modern ones, and therefore will hardly be of interest to today's young, and, even more so, to future readers.

    Even a monkey, having learned to wield a stick, sticks it in an anthill, and not in the eye of a neighbor. I, not being evil by nature, have been trying all my life to reach out to the "neighbor" with such a stick that he would feel very bad, and for this I am honored and rewarded ...

    A man would be nice, but, as expected, an alcoholic. treated by a hypnotist. He spoke about the effect of the treatment as follows: "You come home, open the sideboard, reach for the decanter, and from there his Jewish muzzle ..." Apparently, the hypnotist knew his business.

    The father of my friend Zhenya Porvatov, a prominent mining engineer, was imprisoned for "disbelief in the creative forces of the masses" and did not return.

    I wouldn't want to be caught in a tightly wound sixth dimension. With my complexion, three dimensions are enough.

    The mysterious murder of Kirov was used for a wide campaign of repression. There were few such released as my father. It is hard to imagine for what reasons, signs or reasons people were imprisoned, deported, shot. Entire families were subjected to repression.

    At the same time, life went on as usual: ... they were indignant at the oppression of the Negroes by the damned imperialists ...

    At school we were sometimes provoked. I don't know if it was a local initiative or an order from above. For example, we had to answer in writing the question: "How do you feel about the Jews?" The question is idiotic, especially considering that a good half of our students were not without Jewish roots. One of the boys came to the rescue by writing: "indifferent." We all repeated this answer.

    Somehow, an unfamiliar handsome young man approached me and asked: "And how does your dad feel about Soviet power." This time I didn’t blunder and answered: “Dad is very pleased with the Soviet government, which rehabilitated the Cossacks, builds factories, develops the Arctic, and he is sure that everything will be very good under communism.”

    The detainees were fed herring, were not allowed to drink or sleep, and were forced to hand over bourgeois jewelry. They demanded from my mother the gold hidden on the Kostyuki farm. Finally believing that "there is only shit and stones in this estate of the 3M Company" (mother's argument), she was released.

    In Ukraine, parties occupied a special place in the life of young people. At first, the guys and girls walked down the street and yelled ditties, which cannot be conveyed in print. After taking the moonshine, a fight with stakes began, which often ended in murder. After that, the village that killed the murderer traveled around the village of the murdered person for a long time in a roundabout way. peaceful relations were restored with the help of a bucket of moonshine.

    I never figured out what life was like: good or bad, right or wrong. I can only say that it was a turning point in civilization, very interesting for historians and very difficult for ordinary citizens.

    Probably, everyone has his own directing vector, due to the peculiarities of his personality, which determines the turn of random events in the direction set for him.

    I received a diploma of "engineer-shipbuilder", so I graduated from the Leningrad Shipbuilding Institute in evacuation together with students of the Nikolaev Shipbuilding Institute.

    "This dwarf will show you something else."

    Through the efforts of the socialist economy (which should "be economical") the richest Far Eastern Territory was brought to complete impoverishment. In the factory canteen they offered only whale meat cutlets, which were not only eaten, but also disgusting to look at. In the hotel, we drank coffee in the morning and in the evening with canned fish (the only thing that could be bought). Once my deputy happily informed me that he bought Siberian dumplings, but it turned out that it was whale meat in a dirty-colored dough with straw.

    Today our chief designer turned 40 years old, the boat was announced on the broadcast. - Damn, what an old one, and still works, - said one sailor to another.

    If a professor at an institute receives less than an unskilled worker and an order of magnitude less than a bank teller girl, then what kind of prospects for education and science can we talk about? When the old professors are no longer professors, who will take their place?

    Who, with what and from whom will protect our country? I do not know the answers to these questions ... and the suspicion creeps in that no one knows the answers to them.

    Children need not only to give birth, but also to educate, and this is very difficult. This requires an appropriate favorable climate in the country, family and school. The teacher should be a respected and wealthy person. I think this is the main strategic problem of the country's security and survival.

    If we want to be free, then we must also be civilized (savages can be strong too). It is enough to look at what people are reading in the subway to make sure that we are not rushing into cultural ones yet. Our priority task- profit and entertainment.

    The main (general) designer should not consider himself smarter than everyone else. Otherwise, this is already a sign of a lack of intelligence.

    Now the Government and the State Duma are discussing the issue of benefits for the Heroes of the USSR and Russia. The discussion of what to do with the Heroes of Socialist Labor, obviously classified as second-class, was decided to be postponed until later. Is it really not enough to understand that these Heroes, having created nuclear weapons, missiles, military aircraft, spaceships, submarine and surface fleet, prevented the third world war?

    Only people who imagine themselves to be politicians could come up with the idiotic idea of ​​dividing Heroes into grades, making anyone who flew into space "more significant" than the Queen.

    An old Chinese wisdom says: promote those around you, then you will be in front of them.

    It is not necessary to force a person to do something for which he has no love and inclination.

    Ingratitude is rudeness.

    Academician N.A. Semikhatov, whose name has become almost a household name and whose name is given to the institute, which he headed, will be devoted to a separate work. Nikolai Alexandrovich was a very talented, thorough, innovator, passionate about his work. He was a smart and decent man.

    It is impossible to imagine a better candidate for the position of chief engineer of the Northern Machine-Building Enterprise in Severodvinsk - this is an excellent technician, the smartest and most decent person, Yuri Vsevolodovich Kondrashov.

    From 1967 to 1990 (according to the projects of S.N. Kovalev - A.Sh.), 77 (!) Second-generation missile carriers were built according to five projects - an average of more than three (!) Ships per year.

    In total, 91 (!) Nuclear submarine missile carriers of three generations were built, including six Project 941 ships (the last one in 1991).

    During Brezhnev's "stagnant period" we built only strategic missile carriers, up to six units a year, and quite a few other types of submarines were also built. This means that the industry supplied 15 nuclear reactors and turbine plants a year, a dozen of the most complex electronic weapons systems, steel, titanium, and much more. All this was provided by the powerful scientific support of the Academy of Sciences and many institutes. Millions of people, including young people, did not hang around idle, but were busy with highly qualified and well-paid jobs.

    Dmitry Fedorovich Ustinov, in the position of Secretary of the Central Committee, and in the position of Minister of Defense, burned at work and did not let us get bored. I remember that on December 30, 1972, at about one in the morning, I reported to him in his office that the lead submarine of project 667B with intercontinental-range missiles (in which we were ahead of the Americans) went on combat patrols straight from the factory. He called the ministers at home and invited them to come, because "here Kovalev tells an interesting story." True, no one came, but his style was like that.

    Kovalev S.N. About what is and what was. St. Petersburg: Elmore, 2006

    1. S.N. Kovalev lived for a long time in Leningrad on Kamennoostrovsky Prospekt at 24a, where I live to this day - A.Sh.

    2. The head of the department of the Central Research Institute "Aurora", where I worked, Lev Moiseevich Fishman, told me about the outstanding abilities of Sergei Nikitich Kovalev: "At that time I was engaged and well versed in sensors and signaling devices. Once I reported to S.N. Kovalev about the problems in this area. He instantly understood everything, and the conversation continued as if the academician had been dealing with this issue all his life "- A.Sh.

    3. Academician N.A. Semikhatov gave me a review for my doctoral dissertation (http://), after which I was asked why I need other reviews then. Perhaps he gave this review due to the fact that I positioned my work in my abstract as a continuation of the research of Mikhail Alexandrovich Gavrilov, Corresponding Member of the USSR Academy of Sciences, with whom Nikalay Alexandrovich apparently had friendly relations, since he mentioned MAG several times in the review - A.Sh.

    4. I worked for many years at the Institute for Advanced Training of Managers and Specialists of the Shipbuilding Industry at the Department of Automation, which was headed by Professor Vsevolod Aleksandrovich Kondrashov (formerly Head of the Department of Automation at the 1st Central Research Institute of the Ministry of Defense of the Russian Federation) - Father Yu.S. Kondrashov, mentioned above, with whom I met several times - A.Sh.

Sergei Nikitich Kovalev(August 15, Petrograd - February 24, St. Petersburg) - General Designer of Soviet strategic nuclear submarines.

Sergei Nikitich Kovalev died in St. Petersburg at the age of 92. On the evening of February 24, 2011, he felt unwell. Relatives called an ambulance, death occurred on the way to the hospital.

On March 1, a civil memorial service was held at the Rubin Central Clinical Hospital of the Transport Ministry and a funeral service was held at St. Nicholas Cathedral. Kovalev was buried at the Red Cemetery in St. Petersburg.

Awards

honorary titles

  • , - twice Hero of Socialist Labor
  • July 7, 2003 - Honorary citizen of Severodvinsk

Orders and medals

Prizes

  • - Lenin Prize - for managing the work on the creation of boats of project 658v.
  • - State Prize of the USSR - for the management of work on the creation of ships of project 667BDR.
  • - Prize named after A.N. Krylov of the Government of St. Petersburg - for his great contribution to the development of domestic shipbuilding and the strengthening of industry ties with the Russian Academy of Sciences.
  • - State Prize of the Russian Federation - for the design, creation and development of three generations of nuclear submarine missile carriers.

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“Nothing, mother, really nothing, so: Petya scared me,” she said, trying to smile, but tears kept flowing and sobs squeezed her throat.
Dressed-up servants, bears, Turks, innkeepers, ladies, terrible and funny, bringing with them cold and fun, at first timidly huddled in the hallway; then, hiding one behind the other, they were forced into the hall; and at first shyly, but then more and more cheerfully and amicably, songs, dances, choral and Christmas games began. The countess, recognizing the faces and laughing at the dressed up, went into the living room. Count Ilya Andreich sat in the hall with a beaming smile, approving the players. The youth has disappeared.
Half an hour later, in the hall, among the other mummers, another old lady in tanks appeared - it was Nikolai. The Turkish woman was Petya. Payas - it was Dimmler, the hussar - Natasha and the Circassian - Sonya, with a painted cork mustache and eyebrows.
After condescending surprise, misrecognition and praise from those who were not dressed up, the young people found that the costumes were so good that they had to be shown to someone else.
Nikolay, who wanted to give everyone a ride on his troika along an excellent road, suggested that, taking ten dressed-up people from the yard with him, go to his uncle.
- No, why are you upsetting him, the old man! - said the countess, - and there is nowhere to turn around with him. To go, so to the Melyukovs.
Melyukova was a widow with children of various ages, also with governesses and tutors, who lived four miles from the Rostovs.
“Here, ma chere, clever,” said the old count, who had begun to stir. “Now let me dress up and go with you.” I'll stir Pasheta up.
But the countess did not agree to let the count go: his leg hurt all these days. It was decided that Ilya Andreevich was not allowed to go, and that if Luiza Ivanovna (m me Schoss) went, the young ladies could go to Melyukova's. Sonya, always timid and shy, began to beg Louisa Ivanovna more insistently than anyone else not to refuse them.
Sonya's outfit was the best. Her mustache and eyebrows were unusually suited to her. Everyone told her that she was very good, and she was in a lively and energetic mood unusual for her. Some kind of inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided, and in her man's dress she seemed like a completely different person. Luiza Ivanovna agreed, and half an hour later four troikas with bells and bells, screeching and whistling in the frosty snow, drove up to the porch.
Natasha was the first to give the tone of Christmas merriment, and this merriment, reflected from one to another, grew more and more intensified and reached its highest degree at the time when everyone went out into the cold, and talking, calling to each other, laughing and shouting, sat down in the sleigh.
Two troikas were accelerating, the third troika of the old count with an Oryol trotter in the bud; Nikolai's fourth own, with its low, black, shaggy root. Nikolay, in his old woman's attire, on which he put on a hussar, belted cloak, stood in the middle of his sleigh, picking up the reins.
It was so bright that he could see plaques gleaming in the moonlight and the eyes of the horses looking frightened at the riders rustling under the dark canopy of the entrance.
Natasha, Sonya, m me Schoss and two girls sat in Nikolai's sleigh. In the old count's sleigh sat Dimmler with his wife and Petya; dressed up courtyards sat in the rest.
- Go ahead, Zakhar! - Nikolai shouted to his father's coachman in order to have an opportunity to overtake him on the road.
The troika of the old count, in which Dimmler and other mummers sat, screeching with runners, as if freezing to the snow, and rattling with a thick bell, moved forward. The trailers clung to the shafts and bogged down, turning the strong and shiny snow like sugar.
Nikolai set off for the first three; the others rustled and squealed from behind. At first they rode at a small trot along a narrow road. While we were driving past the garden, the shadows from the bare trees often lay across the road and hid the bright light of the moon, but as soon as we drove beyond the fence, a diamond-shiny, with a bluish sheen, a snowy plain, all doused with moonlight and motionless, opened up on all sides. Once, once, pushed a bump in the front sleigh; the next sleigh and the following jogged in the same way, and, boldly breaking the chained silence, the sleigh began to stretch out one after the other.
- A hare's footprint, a lot of footprints! - Natasha's voice sounded in the frosty constrained air.
– As you can see, Nicolas! Sonya's voice said. - Nikolai looked back at Sonya and bent down to get a closer look at her face. Some kind of completely new, sweet face, with black eyebrows and mustaches, in the moonlight, close and far, peeped out of the sables.
"It used to be Sonya," Nikolai thought. He looked closer at her and smiled.
What are you, Nicholas?
“Nothing,” he said, and turned back to the horses.
Having ridden out onto the main road, greased with runners and all riddled with traces of thorns, visible in the light of the moon, the horses themselves began to tighten the reins and add speed. The left harness, bending its head, twitched its traces with jumps. Root swayed, moving his ears, as if asking: “Is it too early to start?” - Ahead, already far separated and ringing a receding thick bell, Zakhar's black troika was clearly visible on the white snow. Shouting and laughter and the voices of the dressed up were heard from his sleigh.
“Well, you, dear ones,” shouted Nikolai, tugging on the reins on one side and withdrawing his hand with a whip. And only by the wind, which seemed to have intensified against them, and by the twitching of the tie-downs, which were tightening and increasing their speed, it was noticeable how fast the troika flew. Nicholas looked back. With a shout and a squeal, waving their whips and forcing the natives to gallop, other troikas kept up. Root steadfastly swayed under the arc, not thinking of knocking down and promising to give more and more when needed.
Nikolai caught up with the top three. They drove off some mountain, drove onto a widely rutted road through a meadow near a river.
"Where are we going?" thought Nicholas. - “It should be on a slanting meadow. But no, it's something new that I've never seen before. This is not a slanting meadow and not Demkina Gora, but God knows what it is! This is something new and magical. Well, whatever it is!” And he, shouting at the horses, began to go around the first three.
Zakhar restrained his horses and turned his already frosted face up to the eyebrows.
Nicholas let his horses go; Zakhar, stretching his hands forward, smacked his lips and let his people go.
“Well, hold on, sir,” he said. - The troikas flew even faster nearby, and the legs of the galloping horses quickly changed. Nicholas began to take forward. Zakhar, without changing the position of his outstretched arms, raised one hand with the reins.
“You’re lying, master,” he shouted to Nikolai. Nikolai put all the horses into a gallop and overtook Zakhar. The horses covered the faces of the riders with fine, dry snow, next to them there was a sound of frequent enumerations and the fast-moving legs were confused, and the shadows of the overtaken troika. The whistle of skids in the snow and women's screams were heard from different directions.
Stopping the horses again, Nikolai looked around him. All around was the same magical plain soaked through with moonlight with stars scattered over it.
“Zakhar shouts for me to take the left; why to the left? Nikolay thought. Are we going to the Melyukovs, is this Melyukovka? We God knows where we are going, and God knows what is happening to us – and what is happening to us is very strange and good.” He looked back at the sleigh.
“Look, he has both a mustache and eyelashes, everything is white,” said one of the sitting strange, pretty and strange people with thin mustaches and eyebrows.
“This one, it seems, was Natasha,” Nikolai thought, and this one is m me Schoss; or maybe not, but this is a Circassian with a mustache, I don’t know who, but I love her.
- Aren't you cold? - he asked. They didn't answer and laughed. Dimmler was shouting something from the rear sleigh, probably funny, but it was impossible to hear what he was shouting.
Bust in Saint Petersburg
Bust in St. Petersburg (tablet)
Tombstone (view 1)
Tombstone (view 2)
Memorial plaque in St. Petersburg


Kovalev Sergey Nikitich - an outstanding Soviet and Russian scientist, specialist in the field of shipbuilding, general designer of strategic nuclear submarines, chief designer of TsKB-18 projects of the State Committee for Shipbuilding of the USSR; chief designer of the Rubin Central Design Bureau of Marine Engineering, Doctor of Technical Sciences.

Born on August 15, 1919 in the city of Petrograd (now - the city of St. Petersburg) in the family of a sailor. Russian. He graduated from the secondary school "Reformierte Shule" in Leningrad in 1937, at the same time he entered the Leningrad Shipbuilding Institute.

At the beginning of the Great Patriotic War worked on the construction of fortifications. In February 1942 he was evacuated from besieged Leningrad along the path of life. During the evacuation, he lived in the cities of Gorky (now Nizhny Novgorod), Pyatigorsk, Przhevalsk of the Kirghiz SSR (now Karakol). There he continued his studies and in 1943 he graduated from the evacuated shipbuilding department of the Nikolaev Shipbuilding Institute.

Since 1943, he worked at the Central Design Bureau No. 18 in Gorky (then Leningrad Central Design Bureau Rubin, Federal State Unitary Enterprise Central Design Bureau MT Rubin, now OJSC Central Design Bureau MT Rubin): engineer, designer of the 1st category, senior designer. In 1947 he was on a long business trip to the city of Blankenburg (Germany) to study materials on German submarine shipbuilding. Since 1948 - assistant chief designer of the Special Design Bureau No. 143 on the project of a high-speed submarine with a turbine combined-cycle plant, achieved for the first time in the USSR a speed of 20 knots under water.

Since 1953 - again in the Leningrad Central Design Bureau "Rubin" (former TsKB-18) - deputy chief designer, since December 1954 - chief designer of projects, since February 1956 - chief designer of the third category, since December 1958 - chief designer of the Central Design Bureau. He supervised the development of projects for nuclear submarines, including the chief designer of the project of the first Soviet nuclear submarine armed with surface-launched ballistic missiles.

Since 1961, he has been the chief designer of the second-generation nuclear missile submarine project. His design talent made it possible to make the first ship of this series of missile carriers an exceptionally promising basic model. On its basis, missile cruisers of subsequent modifications were created in the 1970s. The development of second-generation nuclear missile carriers was due to both excellent technical and operational qualities these submarines, and the solution of the problem of the speedy quantitative and qualitative build-up of the country's strategic nuclear forces.

Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of April 28, 1963 for great services in the creation and production of new types of missile weapons, as well as nuclear submarines and surface ships equipped with these weapons, and the rearmament of ships Navy Sergey Nikitich Kovalev was awarded the title of Hero of Socialist Labor with the Order of Lenin and the Hammer and Sickle gold medal.

In 1971, he was appointed chief designer of the third-generation nuclear submarine project 941 (“Shark”). In the aggregate of all indicators, the design of this missile carrier is optimal, ensuring the fulfillment of all the requirements for these ships. They became the pride and main strike force of the Russian Navy, were listed in the Guinness Book of Records and are considered one of the most complex and high-tech engineering structures of the 20th century.

By a decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of December 4, 1974, for outstanding services in the development of science and technology, Kovalev Sergey Nikitich was awarded the Order of Lenin and the second gold medal "Hammer and Sickle".

Since 1983 - the general designer (the first general designer in the military shipbuilding of the USSR) of strategic nuclear submarines armed with ballistic missiles (projects 658, 658M, 667A, 667B, 667BD, 667BDR, 667BDRM). Having created theoretical justifications for a strategic balanced missile-nuclear submarine marine system that ensures nuclear parity of the state in the international arena, S.N. Kovalev became the recognized head of this direction in submarine shipbuilding. He made a great contribution to the development of domestic shipbuilding and strengthening the ties between industry and research organizations and the Russian Academy of Sciences.

For a long time, he coordinated the activities of Leningrad (St. Petersburg) scientific institutions in terms of fundamental and exploratory research in the field of ship theory, strength, hydrodynamics, and energy, which enriched domestic science and technology. High engineering and technical erudition, good organizational skills, creative work with construction plants, research and design organizations, extensive experience in the design, construction and testing of submarines put forward S.N. Kovalev among the largest specialists in the industry.

In the late 1990s, in the absence of funding for the development of naval strategic nuclear weapons, S.N. Kovalev developed specific organizational and technical solutions for submarines of the second and third generations, which made it possible to extend their service life, while maintaining the country's strategic forces at the proper level. He actively worked on conversion programs on international projects fuel and energy complex, carrying out scientific management of work on oil and gas topics of the Central Design Bureau MT "Rubin". They include the design and construction of offshore ice-resistant oil and gas production platforms for Russian offshore fields. Worked out unique project platforms for oil production and storage in severe ice conditions. His experience helped develop the offshore oil and gas industry, new to Russia.

Since 1994, he has been the general designer of Rosshelf JSC for offshore ice-resistant oil and gas production and exploration platforms. He supervised many scientific, computational-theoretical, experimental and search works in the field of ship theory, strength, hydrodynamics, energy.

S.N. Kovalev, being the largest specialist in the field of underwater shipbuilding, made a great contribution to strengthening the maritime potential of Russia, to ensuring its national security. He is the chief and then the general designer of eight completed submarine projects. According to these projects, starting from 1960, 92 submarines with a total displacement of about 900 thousand tons were built. He is the author of more than 150 scientific papers and a large number inventions.

His contribution to domestic science and industry long years remained behind a veil of secrecy. Nevertheless, according to the projects and with the direct participation of S.N. Kovalev, four generations of nuclear submarines were built, including strategic cruisers - the basis of the country's naval nuclear missile shield. In fact, his unparalleled scientific and labor feat reduced to zero the likelihood of a third world war.

Lived and worked in St. Petersburg. He died on February 24, 2011 at the age of 92. He was buried at the Red Cemetery in St. Petersburg.

Awarded 4 Orders of Lenin (04/28/1963, 04/06/1970, 12/4/1974, 02/2/1984), Orders of the October Revolution (08/22/1979), "For Merit to the Fatherland" 2nd degree (09/30/2009), "For Marine Merit" (30.06.2003), medals, including "For labor distinction”(09/25/1954), medal of the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, 2nd degree (05/09/1999). He was awarded the gratitude of the President of the Russian Federation (09/16/1999).

Doctor of Technical Sciences (1973), Professor (2002), Academician of the Russian Academy of Sciences (1992; Academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences since 1981). Laureate of the Lenin Prize (1965), State Prize of the USSR (1978), State Prize of the Russian Federation (2006).

Honorary citizen of Severodvinsk (07/07/2003). He was awarded the badge "For Merit to Severodvinsk" (6.08.2004).

A bronze bust in his honor is installed on the Alley of Heroes of the Moscow Victory Park in St. Petersburg.

Member of the CPSU. He was elected a member of the bureau of the Leningrad Regional Committee of the CPSU, a deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of the 11th convocation (1984-1989).

The outstanding talent of S.N. Kovalev, in addition to engineering and scientific fields of activity, generously manifested itself in painting. The landscapes painted by him brought him the title of an honorary member of the Union of Artists of St. Petersburg and a full member of the Petrovsky Academy of Sciences and Arts.