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It was thrilling to be an insider, a welcome break for Korolev and Kamanin from the terrifying thought that they might be sending a man to his death. In their few moments of spare time, they surveyed the commotion caused by their top-secret labors, reading the summaries of foreign press reports and monitoring Voice of America broadcasts from a radio receiver at the cosmodrome. One VOA piece on April 11 especially caught their attention: Gagarin also experienced the intoxicating feeling of being privy to secret plans. He traveled with his double Titov to Moscow one final time before his flight.

Establishing a rite of passage for cosmonauts, Gagarin walked incognito in civilian clothing on Red Square — the last time he would be able to do so unrecognized and un-accosted by acolytes, photographers, and autograph seekers. It was, for him, a symbolic recreation of the parade that started on Red Square at the outset of World War II in June when soldiers marched directly from the parade grounds to the front. And no one, of course, had any idea that a grandiose event, unprecedented in history, was about to occur. Korolev thus approached the launch site in the barren, wind-swept steppe of Kazakhstan like a director on a movie set — a Spaghetti Eastern.

The launch pad was his sound stage, Gagarin his leading man. The first scene in the script had already been written and filmed. A week earlier, on April 7, Gagarin and the other finalists had recorded a speech that Gagarin later said he gave impromptu right before getting into his capsule. The legendary announcer Yuri Levitan, whose voice was familiar to every Soviet citizen, was standing by, ready on cue to report the flight, just as he had reported all the victories over the Nazis during the Great Patriotic War. He, too, had been handed a script. Finally, Korolev made sure to have a reliable camera man on hand to shoot the dramatic scenes — a tribute for the ages and, in addition, an insurance policy against future doubters and naysayers who would cite the rumor mill to claim it was all a hoax.

The disastrous Bay of Pigs operation occurred five days after Gagarin's landing. Where ever Gagarin went on the evening of April 11, and forever after, the sounds of cameras whirring and clacking followed. The cameraman accompanied Gagarin and his backup Titov to a small shack on the cosmodrome on the eve of the flight. Before retiring late that night the cameraman trained his lens on the rocket, inspired by the moment to wax poetic. There is now a wind, and the air is cold. At the launching pad the gigantic rocket is lit by the powerful search lights and towers over the deserted silent steppe and into the dark violet sky.

The sight is unreal and even scary, as if all this is taking place on an alien planet. The pulse and breathing are normal. They are like healthy babies! The cameraman wrote in his diary: Should he land in the North Pole and encounter a Polar Bear, he should not shoot the bear with his pistol, even if he was hungry, because that would only make the bear mad. He was told that a Polar Bear would eat every part of a human except its liver, which was supposedly poisonous to the beast or perhaps simply not very tasty compared, say, to the spleen. He could not reveal any information about the design of the space capsule.

The instruction was then put into a file marked: Instead of wishing him a safe flight some said goodbye and even cried. I almost had to extract the cosmonaut by force from the embrace of those accompanying him. When Gagarin parted for the capsule, he and Titov attempted, according to Russian tradition, to kiss the person going away three times on alternate cheeks.

They waratov they were wearing helmets, so instead of Let s get together tonight in saratov kisses they bumped tonigyt three times, which made everyone chuckle and broke the tension. When technicians approached to re-open the hatch, Gagarin cracked: Do you need a light? As Gagarin sat in the capsule, he went through a series of routine checks and chatted with his comrades by radio. The banter alternated between light-hearted jokes and tearful farewells for the nearly two hours that Gagarin endured in the capsule before liftoff. As the time to launch dragged on, Gagarin requested some music, a love song to ease the boredom.

Finally, to the great relief of everyone, the countdown began. As the roaring rocket engines hurled the Vostok into the heavens Gagarin imagined that triumphal military march music was playing in his head. Gagarin at one point broke into song, a patriotic tune: More likely, Gagarin was simply having the time of his life, on the ride of his life, in contrast to the earth-bound Korolev, whose ashen face, corpse-like demeanor, and torment continued throughout the entire minutes of the flight. The famous radio announcer Levitan thus went on the air at As they stepped down, the radios played the usual programming, which blared from all the open windows of houses and buildings.

Soon Korolev arrived by car.

The Flight that Launched a Thousand Rumors

He whispered something to a commanding officer who fell down on his knees and kissed a banner offered by the Marshall of rocket forces, K. The space ship is in order! Just tell me, is he alive?! The initiation of the final landing procedures, which involved the separation of an instrument module from the capsule, occurred ten minutes later than planned. I realized something was wrong. Gagarin, in short, may have been closer to perishing on reentry than anyone admitted publicly until after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Like tens of thousands of other soldiers around the Soviet Union, he had been on alert that morning to search for unspecified large objects falling from the sky.

I had just heard about Gagarin and thought: But it was good that he still had some height, and there was a noticeable wind that took him to the field. He then disappeared behind a hill. As he gazed down he saw a broad and majestic river straddled by two cities. The freshly plowed collective farm field where he landed embraced him like a warm pillow on that sunny spring day. He could hardly believe his good luck, especially after the harrowing descent and his initial expectation that he might just be landing on enemy territory. That means I was alive and healthy.

Let s get together tonight in saratov six exhausting minutes he struggled to detach the parachute, which was caught on his undergarments. When the military eyewitness who first spotted him finally arrived on the scene a half hour or so later Gagarin was already surrounded by people — including the collective farm cow herder Anna Ivanovna Takhtarova and her young granddaughter, who would soon become household names as the first earthlings to encounter the space man. Korolev and Kamanin could not have written a better script: Gagarin was without doubt the most valuable commodity ever produced by the Soviet collective farm system.

Gagarin's KGB handlers found that he was an able and eager practitioner of obfuscation. At his first press conference he uttered a number of lies about his flight, including the legend that he landed in his capsule. In his secret report of the flight, Gagarin said his appearance initially terrified the collective farm woman and her granddaughter, who fled from him as if were an American spy — or worse yet, an alien invader. Gagarin tried in vain to convince them he was not another dastardly U-2 pilot.

Rather than running away from Gagarin, the collective farm woman was said to have immediately run toward him, instinctively recognizing him as one of her own. Let me introduce myself: Sacred reality had almost instantly eclipsed its profane counterpart. She is now the director of the Kremlin complex of museums, the top museum position in the Russian Federation today. As both her father's daughter and caretaker of the nation's sacred relics, she has vigorously defended her father's image -- in part, by securing exclusive rights to control use of his name and image for any commercial purpose. A helicopter with a Gagarin search team eventually arrived.

In an earlier scene reminiscent of the Keystone Cops, the helicopter had landed in the collective farm field ten minutes after Gagarin had left. Gagarin, at his first press conference, later claimed that the helicopter arrived immediately to pick him up at the site where he landed, a point that was also contradicted by some of the initial Soviet press accounts as well as his own secret report on the flight. Before Gagarin was spirited away by helicopter, someone managed to find a camera. Gagarin posed with the lads from the secret rocket division, though he was exhausted and on the verge of collapsing. A disheveled Gagarin, still in his jumpsuit undergarment, was surrounded by 50 members of the division, dwarfed and crushed in the center of the frame, as his admirers elbowed and pushed their way to their new idol.

Nearly everyone was smiling except, for once, Gagarin, who appeared confused and perhaps a bit surprised by the ease with which he now attracted the attention he had craved for so long. One division member thrust his party card in front of Gagarin with a pen and demanded an autograph — which Gagarin dutifully scribbled, a habit that would soon become second nature. Gagarin, incidentally, emphasized in his official but secret report of the flight that at no time had he ever been photographed in his space suit. The claim assuaged fears partly stoked by press accounts of curious eyewitnesses claiming a desire to photograph him that he had allowed a classified piece of technology — the space suit or even himself— to be photographed without advance permission from the protectors of state secrets.

Gagarin greatly enjoyed wearing costumes and arranging masquerade parties in his residence in Star City outside Moscow. Here he is one of the three musketeers he often repeated the phrase "One for all and all for one! Other times he dressed as "Neptune," along with a balding, middle-aged man who appeared comically as his sidekick mermaid. Practical jokes and humorous role playing were among Gagarin's many talents -- perhaps one reason he was chosen to be the first cosmonaut. A general handed him a congratulatory telegram from Khrushchev. Another officer stuffed a bouquet of flowers in his hand — hastily pulled out of flower pots from around the base.

A band quickly assembled and played triumphal march music as he exited the helicopter. It was one of the fastest promotions the history of the Red Army — and the only instance of such a promotion in the history of Soviet and Russian cosmonautics. In fact, he knew of the promotion in advance and was probably weeping because he was just happy to be alive. He then fielded calls from the main correspondents of Izvestiia and Pravda, remembering the valuable lesson he had learned from his father about humility. On the tarmac Gagarin appeared overwhelmed by the whole ordeal — as many eyewitnesses, contrary to official published reports, remarked.

He seemed taken aback, distant and then suddenly for no reason he would laugh loudly and uncontrollably. Masses of enthusiastic spectators gathered outside the air base to the get a glimpse of Gagarin, though military officials had tried, in vain, to keep all unauthorized personnel away. The crowds climbed trees to get a glimpse one spectator fell and broke his arm. Not even a brick and iron fence could hold the crowds back. Acolytes hot on the trail of their idol managed to punch a hole through the wall separating the military base from the outside world.

From the boarding ramp he turned around, smiling, and thanked the crowd for the greeting. Gagarin smiled broadly again, striking one eyewitness as a bit embarrassed, and gave the crowd a symbolic handshake, clasping his own hands over his head as he beamed. KGB officers tried their best to prevent photographs, but there were simply too many cameras and too much film to confiscate. It is now displayed outside his hometown of Gagarin formerly Gzhatsk. But the car he really loved to drive was a fancy French Matra "Djet," featured in the photograph below. If millions of ordinary Soviet citizens were eager to catch a glimpse of their new hero, the engineers who had designed the capsule were focused on his spaceship, which had landed two kilometers away from Gagarin.

Realizing that curious onlookers were likely strip it down like car thieves in a chop shop, they rushed like mad men to their destination. Unfortunately, their helicopter got lost for a half hour and flew helplessly around the banks of the Volga before finally finding their quarry. The capsule was lying face down on the hatch through which Gagarin had catapulted. Another emergency hatch was open and the rescuers noticed that tubes of food were missing. They surmised that one of the onlookers had purloined state property. You check in to your hotel and ask the chat what's the best place to do some work. Then after finishing your work, you ask if anyone other travelers are up for a meet up.

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