March 9, would have turned 85 years of our first astronaut
• March 9, would have turned 85 years of our first astronaut
Today, March 9, would have turned 85 years of our first astronaut - Yuri Gagarin. Presents photographs from the personal life of the first man who conquered space.
And during his lifetime, and after the death of Yuri Gagarin's sculptured image of the ideal man, the symbol of communism. But how was he really? We have tried to get away from stereotypes and accepted the story that every year in the media chew. In our material, there are no official images and standard cards in the suit. Only pictures from the life of the common man by the name of Yuri Gagarin
Gagarin - the photographer. Autumn 1965.
Party in the "Star City", which was organized in honor of the spring of 1965, the astronauts. Left - Yuri Gagarin, on the right - Alexei Leonov.
Post-flight rest. Crimea, summer 1961.
Yuri A. on vacation.
Crimea, summer 1961.
Yuri Gagarin with his daughters.
hug with Fidel Castro.
In zagranpoezdki. After his flight Gagarin visited several dozen countries.
The captain of the hockey team of astronauts "Our" Yuri Gagarin. 1963.
Fitness. Two years after Gagarin's flight is still in good shape. Summer 1963.
Yuri Gagarin with a camera.
The gift of the French company Matra: sports car Matra Djet. 1965.
A solid black owner of "Volga". 1967.
"Hunters at Rest", autumn 1966.
The successful duck hunting. 1966 Fall of the year.
Yuri Gagarin with his daughters Galya and Lena.
Two days before the flight, Gagarin wrote a letter to his wife, Valentina. He knew that he would be a very dangerous activity, risk to life was great. Here is the letter:
"Hello, my dear, dearly loved Valya, Helen and checkmark!
I decided now to write to you a few lines to share with you and share together the joy and happiness that I fell out today. Today government commission decided to send me into space first. You know, dear Valya, how glad I am, I want to and you were pleased with me. Simple person entrusted with such a large state task - to build the first road into space!
Is it possible to dream big? After all, this is - the story is - a new era! The next day I should start. You at this time will take care of business. A very large task fell on my shoulders. I would like to stay a little longer before it with you, talk to you. But, alas, you're far away. However, I always feel you beside me.
The technique I trust completely. It must not fail. But there is in fact that of the blue man falls and breaks his neck. Here, too, something can happen. But I have yet do not believe. Well, if that happens, then I ask you first of all you, Valya, do not kill with grief. After all, life is life, and no guarantee that tomorrow it will not crush the car. Take care, please, our girls love them as I love myself. Grow out of them, please do not shirkers, no mama's daughters, and these people who are potholes of life would not have been afraid. Grow up people, worthy of a new society - communism. This will help you state. Well satisfied with their personal lives, as the conscience tells you, as it sees fit. I have no obligations do not impose on you, and it is not right to do so. Something too mournful letter obtained. I myself do not believe it. I hope that this letter you will never see, and I would be ashamed of myself for that fleeting weakness. But if something happens, you have to know everything to the end. I still lived honestly, truthfully, for the benefit of people, and even though it was small. Once a child read the words Chkalov: "If to be, be the first." So I try to be them, and I will until the end. Want Valya dedicate this flight the people of the new society, communism, in which we are already entering, our great motherland, our science.
I hope that in a few days we will again be together, be happy.
Valya, you, please, do not forget my parents, if possible, help in anything. Tell them from me a big hello and let them forgive me for the fact that they did not know about anything, but they are not supposed to know. Well, it seems that's all. Goodbye, my family. Tightly you hugs and kisses, with greetings of your dad and Jura. 10/4/61
Valentina read this letter only seven years later - after her husband's death in a plane crash March 27, 1968.