Russian dalnoboishiki about money, habits, traffic conflicts and freedom

It is considered that the profession of a trucker — men only because you need to drive to endure a nine-hour shift behind the wheel and actually months to live in the cabin, away from family and friends. However, in Russia there are a lot of women dalnoboishik — they drive a multi-ton trucks and they mend themselves, carry goods in Siberia and the Caucasus, at the same time to raise children and grandchildren. Their stories — in the project of Marianne Molokovo.

I have 23 years of truck driving, in 1995 the village. I started as a freight forwarder with a truck driver, my young man. He took me and put behind the wheel. It was not terrible. Me on a motorcycle scary ride. When D passed, my examiner said, "Let's give the bike that all category A, B, C, D and E. On the wagon ride is not afraid, and motorcycle afraid." So the truck has how many wheels? And the bike?

I'm 13 and 15 years riding a bike. c cradle. I folder "Sunrise" gave, and I rode him until he broke. I was called kaskaderi. And the dance went on it. Folder knew I technique interesting. But he didn't know what I drive so on the bike I will! He was glad then that the bike is broken, and fix it to me did not.

In 13 years, he taught me on the tractor ride. I brought him lunch in the field, and while he ate, I was cultured. Since then, and he dreamed that wean and behind the wheel of a KAMAZ sit. But girls do not sit down immediately and plants, and learn then failed. But after having children, at 23, still sat behind the wheel of the truck.

My house is this one (points to the cab), and the apartment — this is my country. When I ask "Where do you live?", I said, "In the car." I have all the time in the car. All holidays, all weekend. For the year, for six months. Vacation is, and if I want to leave, I will go. Now I asked for five days. I used to have in the way of being. I have tantrums start, when I long to sit at home, — I have the wheel, I have to go! I lyagushka-puteshestvennitsa.

Dad was proud of me. Could me any face stuff. All said, this is my daughter! And to me its really not enough. He believed in me, even though my mother was against it. He was always proud of me.

I tried to leave with the truck on the bus, on the bus, in a taxi, but not mine. Here I am my own mistress, food and food. Daughter told me that at school they all envied. Dad-truckers, many have, and mother-trucker no one else.

His daughters, I specially in childhood behind the wheel did not plant, that they did not have the desire to become a driver. Still not a woman's business. His granddaughter and I take sometimes in flight, so she looked up and realized that it's a difficult one. But when you work — it's addictive worse than drugs. It is time to try and all get sick.

We're in my youth, when in a farm lived, very friendly with neighbors. Washing machines did not exist, and I caught Dagestanis linen wash in the pool of rainwater stand legs and linen tread. I since then they have adopted this method. When in the shower I wash the feet, wash clothes! Especially the curtain with the tassels difficult hands to wash — they are hard, heavy, and if the machine all the brushes around and clog up the machine.

Now a lot of gas stations and Parking lots are built so that the women's baths and showers, and female toilets. As previously men-only it was. I believe that every job should be well paid, and always give money to the tankers. Though they have a salary, but it is very little.

I think I'm happy. I have children, granddaughter, friends, favorite job. I would like to have a loved one. Somewhere my soul mate is still wandering around aimlessly. My man. Let's wait and see. And so life is good, and live well.

At the age of 14 I started karting. But at the first training session smashed cards — just moved into a guardrail at high speed. The coach thought I would be frightened and would not come, and I then studied a year. Since then, and was involved, now without a rudder, is not my life.While was raising her son, a seamstress worked 20 years of sewing fur coats and tents on trucks, while still in taxi to work. My dad's whole life was a driver, but my unfeminine enthusiasm not supported. Said to me once: "That's who is to blame that you were born with are tied to the leg with a wheel?"

When the son began to arrange a personal life, I went to the trucker. My husband is a trucker. We met three years ago at a party on the occasion of the birthday of our mutual friend (also, incidentally, a truck driver). Since we are working in a transport company, it is occasionally seen at our warehouses for loading, well, a vacation, of course, take, together, to spend time. Usually we rest and a month or two of work.

Earlier, when sometimes uneasy, I sat behind the wheel and driving 100 miles in one direction and 100 miles in the wrong. Easier.

Machine calms me. I generally always sound like live. And she seems to understand.

Driving a truck as well. My young man was a truck driver. Put me once behind the wheel of trucks and everything. I'm so in love with it! I raved about the great cars! In fact, it's all that one has only to try, and if you hooked — it's yours. For a long time I was hesitant, but the son grew up, and I gave up on everything. I'm a man — I don't like to sit still, I need movement.

He worked as a manufacturer of window frames 20 years, but the dream of becoming a truck driver was not released. It was terrible — will take or will not take. I do not think that this is a man's job, though men say that hard driving for nine hours a day. But it depends on the person. If there are perseverance and love the way, then everything is fine.

I, for instance, without a job can't be sitting to wait for loading, for example. For me even a wheel to replace it, wow! So excited! Especially if itself. On the last job I gave the worst car, despite the fact that I'm a girl, each flight has been repaired.

The hardest part was when in a ditch left. The car was almost loose, and another overload I had. She went coasting on the ice, and had to turn. And I feel that in turn will not come and do not have time to slow down. Slid into a ditch. Scared of him even. I usually then begin to is.

In the car I rarely cook, do not want to smoke here, and for myself, I don't really want to cook. Rarely happens when you buy something of products and cook on the burner.

I live for fun. Many judge that I live how you want. I love to be one, and this job fits me. I have freedom, and I could not be changed. Though sometimes, I wish someone else was near.

I previously worked as a conductor, then the head of the train, a total of five years. A merchandiser worked. And sat behind the wheel in 2009. First pyatitonnik, then the truck moved. Here you can earn good money. In General, I worked a lot — people get used to anything.

Me two times God saved. Food somewhere in the Moscow region, I stop at a gas station — and feel sleep pull. I'm in the cab climbed and fell asleep. Woke up, food, and the hurricane passed, and I can see what happened on the road: there are so many corpses, trees knocked down, the machine broke — specific hurricane had... all while I was sleeping!

For the second time in the winter by Peter began to fall asleep, ice was then. But before that, I slept well — I don't know what then was drawn into a dream. Went to sleep, woke up four bodies, the legkovuhu, freight — in General, a six-car pileup because of the ice. A terrible thing! Read a prayer then. And so always with me angel somewhere.

Once the New year I made a wish: a husband and a child. And in the following year met my husband three months daughter. Now she's six years old.

I know what I want to do a sign on the windshield: "don't tell me how to cook borscht, help financially". Sometimes, telling me that I was not in its place. If, in our time all men earned 120 thousand a month — every woman would sit at home, would be engaged in favourite business. And so have we, women, work.

Imagine you're going on the wagon in five rows with the family, the child in the car. On the side of the flies "Yandex taxi", I'm in the radio saying: "Boys, help the Yandex press". Get out of the car: "what are You doing, bitch, do I have a child in the car". — "I just wanted to go". — "Come and get". Passengers in shock, and I take the keys and throw.

Tube, not the tube — I think, wait in traffic, don't go down that road. And then they say that furoshiki guilty of all sins, then I hit him and I'm guilty, and I will prove it to the curb drove? But the keys I still have not thrown away and took with him.

Then I called his boss. Tell him, "I copied his data, license plate, if three kilometers from me will appear in the taxi will not work". "But you know, you passengers were left on the road." — "And who made him on the shoulder to go?" "Excuse me, please he didn't mean to". I'm all for that, need to know the rules and abide by.

One day, a woman cut me off. I'm her tail pulled, face wrapped and pressed her to the curb. 'm sitting steep some in the Land Cruiser. I take the keys and say, "I am now open to traffic, if you give me 20 questions to answer, and return, will be justice." Says, "Come On." 20 she did not answer, and only three. Keys left in me. The food in the opposite direction — comes her husband, she arrives.

She cries, complains to her husband that I was she took the keys. I told her again the 20 questions asked, and again she did not answer. What do we do? Husband watch her. And he told her: "give Rights". It takes away the rights and says she never ride will not. See, you say to her anymore on the road was not. She called me a month later said, "Anastasia, I learned the rules". I then again went through them again questioned her, she answered all 20. I said, "do You understand what's the meaning of life?" She Said, "Got It."

I don't know where it came from me cause our family is in principle the machine does not lead anybody. Although grandpa was the driver. And I'm still in the third grade, when I was asked who I wanna be, said I'd be the driver. Ancestors were horrified then tried to talk me out of it, but I still came to this. The children are grown, grandchildren now. And I absolutely do not exist safely at home.

I worked as a furrier, engaged in equestrian sport. When I went to our transportation organizations in St. Petersburg, five or six of them refused just because I'm a woman. In the end got here. I was a pilot project — until the company didn't take the girls. But now we have more.

At home I rarely am. Here recently I came home and just fell asleep. First, noises — lift, water noise... a weekend I spent with my grandchildren, but eight in the evening I started to erode. Tell everyone that went home — it is here, in the car. Somehow, I've become much more comfortable.

Here I am alone, I have no pulls, no neighbors. Want to sleep — lay down, want — food. It is the freedom that I always lacked. All life is based on children. And now I've decided enough I want for myself. Here is my case. Miss you, of course, the children and grandchildren, but makes a video — call and talked and do not miss.Plus a great desire to see the country. That's what normal people just go Dagestan watch or Siberia? And I had a flight there. It is interesting to me. One policeman in the Caucasus were stopped and told that wants to see me. Because they have a very different attitude to women, and women's behavior is very different.

In this work there is romance. In fact, I like to travel to places where I haven't been. This is interesting, it's so captivating! Go way you have never traveled, going don't know where, do not know what awaits you around every corner — this is cool! Adrenaline starts to play! I guess I'm still an adrenalin addicted.

Once we drove through the checkpoint in Dagestan and I policeman salute when he saw who was driving. This also happens. In General react differently to us, dalnoboishik — 50 to 50. Therefore, not particularly trying to glow, as I don't know who will cut.

Even on the roads all invented for the drivers of passenger cars, trucks that are on the ring road to travel. We do have to work secretly at night to us, God forbid, who never saw him. To no one bothered people to go shopping, to buy food, brought us clothes, sending to. All for the convenience of people, and the truck drivers think a little.

I am a construction company my husband works as a driver beginning. Now he was already used, normally relates to this. The husband is afraid of, of course, for me, is going through. I would much sooner have gone to the trucker, but then I worked in the office of her husband. One truck driver called to him, and I agreed. Came home shaking, afraid of her husband to say.

And he said, "Please, but only through a divorce. Well if that's the case for Months... unless you like that?" But on the "Gazelle", while in his firm worked for me too for months was not. So let go in the end. But all was in shock. Mom in tears, dad in tears...

I previously worked as a driving instructor, driver of "Gazelle". Maybe the boy's father wanted. The driver in the past and I went with him a little, slept on his seat, still remember the smell of the car — petrol ZIL. It's about my sister and said, I have two daughters, one normal, the other driver.

I would be the least wanted his son to follow in my footsteps. Before, when I didn't know the specifics of this work, dreamed that his son would grow up and we will be with him partners to drive. But then I realized that God forbid relatives and friends to want, — I am on the road seen!

Crashes a lot: lie on the road separately, the head, hands separately, apart feet. I home don't even talk. I am very worried if I'm not behind the wheel, in control all the time. By education I am a physical education teacher, worked as an instructor for tourism, the group drove camping. But he suffered a knee injury and was impossible Hiking to do. Go longer, I began to go.

I believe that work should be enjoyable. I wonder how people go to the same factory, to the same machine. And I go, watching the world, and get money for it. Come summer, I want grandchildren to ride.

This work reminds me of a computer game. To pass the level — you need to complete quests, find freight, Wade, to smotritsja and take it to another place. I own nothing this came up with. At first, the complexity increases with each level, and then gain experience — and scary. Previously worried as I get there, and you suddenly turn left, if there is a reversal... Now everything is easier to perceive.

Someone of male drivers says that my place is in the kitchen. But every man wants in his life remembered that he had not gone unnoticed to remember his name. Therefore man is trying something in this life to show. And I still, perhaps, in this life driver.

Keywords: Truck driver | Female | Russia

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