Indian flight attendant killed by terrorists. Neerja Bhanot - flight attendant who saved hundreds of lives

This was the first case of capture of such a scale in the USSR. passenger plane(hijacking). With him, in essence, began a long-term series of similar tragedies that splattered the skies of the whole world with the blood of innocent people.

And it all started like this.

The An-24 took to the skies from the Batumi airfield on October 15, 1970 at 12:30 p.m. Heading to Sukhumi. There were 46 passengers and 5 crew members on board the plane. Flight time according to schedule is 25-30 minutes.

But life has ruined both the schedule and the schedule.

At the 4th minute of the flight, the plane sharply deviated from its course. The radio operators asked for the board, but there was no response. Communication with the control tower was interrupted. The plane was leaving towards nearby Turkey.

Military and rescue boats went out to sea. Their captains received orders: to proceed at full speed to the site of a possible disaster.

The board did not respond to any of the requests. A few more minutes - and the An-24 left USSR airspace. And in the sky above the Turkish coastal airfield of Trabzon, two rockets flashed - red, then green. It was a signal emergency landing. The plane touched the alien's concrete pier air harbor. Telegraph agencies around the world immediately reported: a Soviet passenger plane had been hijacked. The flight attendant was killed and some were wounded. All.

BLACK ENVELOPE

I was flying to the scene of the emergency a few hours later. I flew without knowing either the circumstances of the drama or the name of the murdered flight attendant. Everything had to be found out on the spot.

Today, 45 years later, I intend to again - at least briefly - outline the events of those days and again talk about Nadya Kurchenko, her courage and her heroism. To talk about the stunning reaction of millions of people of the so-called stagnant time to the sacrifice, courage, courage of man. To tell about this, first of all, to people of the new generation, the new computer consciousness, to tell how it was, because my generation remembers and knows this story, and most importantly - Nadya Kurchenko - and without reminders. And it would be useful for young people to know why many streets, schools, mountain peaks and even the plane bears her name.

After takeoff, greetings and instructions to passengers, the flight attendant returned to her work area, a narrow compartment. She opened a bottle of Borjomi and, letting the water shoot out sparkling tiny cannonballs, filled four plastic cups for the crew. Having placed them on the tray, she entered the cabin.

The crew was always glad to have a beautiful, young, extremely friendly girl in the cockpit. She probably felt this attitude towards herself and, of course, she was happy too. Perhaps, even in this dying hour, she thought with warmth and gratitude about each of these guys, who easily accepted her into their professional and friendly circle. They treated her like a little sister, with care and trust.

Of course, Nadya was in a wonderful mood - everyone who saw her in the last minutes of her pure, happy life affirmed.

After giving the crew a drink, she returned to her compartment. At that moment the bell rang: one of the passengers called the flight attendant. She came up. The passenger said:

Tell it urgently to the commander,” and handed her some kind of envelope.

"ATTACK! HE'S ARMED!"

Nadya took the envelope. Their gazes must have met. She was probably surprised by the tone in which these words were spoken. But she didn’t find out anything, but stepped towards the luggage compartment door - then there was the pilot’s cabin door. Probably, Nadya's feelings were written on her face - most likely. And the sensitivity of the wolf, alas, surpasses any other. And, probably, it was precisely thanks to this sensitivity that the terrorist saw hostility, subconscious suspicion, a shadow of danger in Nadya’s eyes. This was enough for the sick imagination to sound the alarm: failure, verdict, exposure. His self-control failed: he literally ejected from his chair and rushed after Nadya.

She only managed to take a step towards the pilot's cabin when he opened the door to her compartment, which she had just closed.

You can't go here! - she screamed.

But he approached like the shadow of an animal. She realized: there was an enemy in front of her. The next second, he also realized: she would ruin all plans.

Nadya screamed again:

Return to your seat. You can't go here!

But he took out a weapon - his nerves burned to the ground. Nadya did not know his intentions. But I understood: he is absolutely dangerous. Dangerous for the crew, dangerous for the passengers.

She saw the revolver clearly.

Opening the cockpit, she shouted to the crew with all her might:

Attack! He's armed!

And at the same moment, slamming the cabin door, she turned to face the bandit, furious with this course of affairs, and prepared to attack. He, like the crew members, heard her words - without a doubt.

What was left to do? Nadya made a decision: not to let the attacker into the cockpit at any cost. Any!

BATTLE AT THE LAST FRONTIER

He could have been a maniac and shot the crew. It could have killed the crew and passengers. He could... She didn't know his actions, his intentions. And he knew: by jumping towards her, he tried to knock her off her feet. Pressing her hands against the wall, Nadya held on and continued to resist.

The first bullet hit her in the thigh. She pressed herself even tighter against the pilot's door. The terrorist tried to squeeze her throat. Nadya - knock the weapon out of his right hand. A stray bullet hit the ceiling. Nadya fought back with her feet, hands, even her head.

The crew assessed the situation instantly. The commander abruptly interrupted the right turn in which they were at the moment of the attack, and immediately rolled the roaring car to the left, and then to the right. The next second the plane went steeply upward: the pilots tried to knock down the attacker, believing that he had little experience in this matter, but Nadya would hold on.

The passengers were still wearing seat belts - after all, the display did not go out, the plane was just gaining altitude.

The young man opened his gray cloak, and the passengers saw grenades - they were tied to his belt. “This is for you!” he shouted. “If anyone else gets up, we’ll split the plane!”

In the cabin, seeing a passenger rushing to the cabin and hearing the first shot, several people instantly unfastened their seat belts and jumped out of their seats. Two of them were closest to the place where the criminal was sitting, and were the first to sense trouble. Galina Kiryak and Aslan Kaishanba, however, did not have time to take a step: they were ahead of them by the one who was sitting next to the one who had fled into the cabin. The young bandit - and he was much younger than the first, for they turned out to be father and son - pulled out a sawn-off shotgun and fired along the cabin. The bullet whistled over the heads of the shocked passengers.

Not moving! - he yelled. - Don't move!

The pilots began to throw the plane from one position to another with even greater sharpness. The young man fired again. The bullet pierced the fuselage skin and went straight through. Depressurization aircraft not yet threatening - the height was insignificant.

The moment after the second shot, the young man opened his gray cloak and people saw grenades - they were tied to his belt.

This is for you! - he shouted. “If anyone else gets up, we’ll split the plane!”

It was obvious that this was not an empty threat - if they failed, they had nothing to lose.

Meanwhile, despite the evolution of the plane, the elder remained on his feet and with bestial fury tried to tear Nadya away from the door of the pilot's cabin. He needed a commander. He needed a crew. He needed a plane.

Struck by Nadya’s incredible resistance, enraged by his own powerlessness to cope with the wounded, bloodied, fragile girl, he, without aiming, without thinking for a second, fired at point-blank range and, throwing the desperate defender of the crew and passengers into the corner of a narrow passage, burst into the cabin. Behind him is his geek with a sawed-off shotgun.

To Turkey! To Turkey! Return to the Soviet shore - we'll blow up the plane!

42 BULLETS ON THE CREW

Another bullet pierced the back of the commander, Grigory Chakhrakiy. In order to keep at least a little blood in his body, so as not to lose consciousness and not drop the steering wheel from his hands, Grigory pressed himself against the back of the commander's chair with all his might. The next shot - the bullet paralyzes the right arm of navigator Valery Fadeev and hits the chest. There is a communication microphone in his hand, Fadeev loses consciousness, no one can release his hand with the microphone - each of the crew members is already wounded, Nadya is dead.

There is no way out: the plane must not fall into the sea - there are 46 passengers on board, including children. The co-pilot sees that the commander is still losing consciousness. Shavidze takes control - he drives the car as if in a nightmare: in a cabin drenched in the blood of his friends, among screaming criminals, under the threat of a sawn-off shotgun and a revolver, under the threat of grenades.

When a coastal Turkish airfield appears in the gray dream of reality, it fires emergency flares into the sky. And the plane, pierced by forty-two bullets, falls to someone else's hard ground...

A LOOK THROUGH THE YEARS

WHILE HOPE LIVES...

For courage and heroism, Nadezhda Kurchenko was awarded the Military Order of the Red Banner; a passenger plane, an asteroid, schools, streets, and so on were named after Nadya. But it should be said, apparently, about something else.

The scale of government and public actions related to this unprecedented event was enormous. Members of the State Commission and the USSR Ministry of Foreign Affairs negotiated with the Turkish authorities for several days in a row without a single break.

It was necessary to: allocate an air corridor for the return of the hijacked plane; an air corridor to transport wounded crew members and those passengers in need of urgent medical attention from Trabzon hospitals; of course, those who were not physically harmed, but found themselves in a foreign land not of their own free will; an air corridor was required for a special flight from Trabzon to Sukhumi with Nadya’s body. Her mother was already flying to Sukhumi from Udmurtia.

There were a lot of worries. But all these dramatic actions could not smooth out the acute pain of loss - Nadya remained at the center of any conversation across the vast country, television and radio programs, and newspapers.

Air Marshal, Minister of civil aviation USSR Boris Pavlovich Bugaev. Twice - due to circumstances - I spoke on the phone with the minister, who listened to wishes, advice, requests to meet Nadya's mother in Sukhumi, to decide on the place of the funeral, and other actions. Could there be something similar in our hectic days - the concern of the minister of a superpower about the fate of the murdered flight attendant of a tiny run-of-the-mill flight?

No. It couldn't. In any case, I don’t believe in it.

In Komsomolskaya Pravda, where I worked then (and was the first and only journalist from Moscow at the scene of the tragedy), in the first two weeks alone, even after the reports distorted by censorship, over 12 thousand letters and telegrams arrived from shocked readers mourning Nadya and admiring her courage !

There was such a country. And there were such people. Is this possible today?

On the day of Nadya’s funeral, over her coffin littered with flowers and over the heads of thousands of people walking behind her coffin through the streets of the city, all the planes leaving for the flight swayed their wings, showing tribute to their protector, their young colleague, their heroine. On each of these planes, flight attendants tearfully told their passengers:

Look down while the city is visible. These are people saying goodbye to our friend. With our Nadya.

Do you believe that we are still the same?

Nadya’s mother, Henrietta Ivanovna, with whom I stood at Nadya’s coffin and who dryly and lifelessly repeated, looking at her daughter’s strikingly beautiful face: “Now you don’t laugh with me, you’re serious with me,” handed me Nadya’s notes, notebooks, and papers. Among them, I found a phrase from 9th grade student Nadezhda Kurchenko: “I want to be a worthy daughter of the Motherland and am ready to give my life for it, if necessary.”

I absolutely believe in these words, familiar to the ear, but written by Nadya’s hand and heart.

PAY

The bandits punished themselves

The terrorists turned out to be 46-year-old Lithuanian Pranas Brazinskas (pictured on the right), a former store manager from Vilnius, and his 13-year-old son Algirdas (left). The Turkish authorities refused to extradite the criminals to the USSR and convicted them themselves. The eldest received eight years, the youngest - two. After some time, both were released under an amnesty, and the bandits moved to Venezuela, and from there to the United States: they got off a plane in New York heading to Canada. The Lithuanian diaspora obtained permission to leave them in the country.

The Brazinskas settled in Santa Monica, California. In February 2002, 77-year-old Pranas quarreled with his son, for which he received several fatal blows with a bat. Algirdas was sentenced to 16 years in prison.

1973 The ballad “My Clear Little Star” flew around the Soviet Union like a dove. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind: the song was dedicated to the young flight attendant who remained in the sky forever. Killed three weeks before the wedding. And it is performed on behalf of her groom. The sad story is still being replicated on the Internet. However, this is just a beautiful legend...

Composer Vladimir Semenov: “Many people sang and continue to sing this song. But it seems to me that its best performer was and remains Sasha Losev...” Soloist of a student amateur ensemble, winner of a regional competition, where the main prize is the recording of his own record at the Melodiya company ...

The tragic aura that the song acquired, 22 years later, covered its first performer with a black cloud. Shortly before his departure, Losev admitted that before he sang “My Clear Little Star” with one subtext, now - in memory of his early deceased son. And he summed it up sadly: “Inexplicably, the main song in the program became the main song in life.”

“Zvezdochka” became the main song in the life of composer Vladimir Semyonov. He was already 35 years old. Behind me is Astrakhan, an automobile and road technical school, a homemade electric guitar and hundreds of kilometers on a tattered bus traveling with concert teams of the Astrakhan Philharmonic...

“Of course, I remember the story of the plane hijacking, then they wrote a lot about Nadya’s feat,” says Semenov. “But, to be honest, I didn’t think about anything like that when I took out a small collection of poems from the store shelf by the Vologda poetess Olga Fokina. Literally 12- 13 pages printed on thin newsprint. I started leafing through them and suddenly came across the words “People have different songs, but mine is the same for centuries.”

A song was born that Semenov showed to his friend, composer Sergei Dyachkov. He brought Semenov to Stas Namin, who led the vocal and instrumental ensemble. We recorded a small record consisting of three compositions - Oscar Feltsman's song "Flowers Have Eyes", Sergei Dyachkov's song "Don't" and Vladimir Semyonov's ballad "My Clear Star". It spread across the country with a circulation of almost 7 million copies!

“After all the hassle - rehearsals, recordings - I went with my wife to relax in Sochi,” recalls composer Vladimir Semenov today. “I was lying on the sand and suddenly I heard something familiar - somewhere in the distance a motor ship was sailing, a huge, foreign tourist one, and from there I could hear Sasha Losev's voice: “People have different songs, but mine is one for centuries!”

Vologda poetess Olga Fokina wrote these lines several years before the tragedy on board the An-24. Lines about your own, very personal things. Her famous fellow countryman, writer Fyodor Abramov said that Olga “is very close to life, her poems are always not fiction, not letters, not words - poems are generated by life itself... they captivate, enchant you with sincerity, purity and spontaneity of feelings.” .

All the things that Nadya Kurchenko was remembered for and will forever remain in the people’s memory.

This happened on September 5, 1986 in Pakistan, in the city of Karachi. Then a group of radical Islamists hijacked a plane of the American airline Pan American. And if it weren’t for the brave flight attendant Nirjda Bhanot, hundreds of people would have died. However, this girl did not hesitate to sacrifice her life to save others.

Neerja graduated high school, studied in Mumbai. She worked as a model for some time and represented many famous brands. In March 1985, Neerja was married by agreement between her parents, but the husband was dissatisfied with the dowry and returned his wife two months later. After a failed marriage, Neerja decided to work as a flight attendant for Pan American.

Airplane hijacking

Bhanot was the senior flight attendant on flight PA 73. When the plane, which took off from Mumbai, landed in the Pakistani city of Karachi at 05:00, four armed terrorists took the passengers and crew hostage. Neerja got her bearings instantly: she managed to warn the pilots, after which they left the plane through the emergency hatch.

First, the terrorists shot everyone who identified themselves as Americans, then demanded that the passengers hand over their passports, intending to execute the remaining US citizens, but the brave flight attendant hid the documents in the garbage chute, which is why the Islamists did not kill anyone else: they could not identify the Americans by sight.

As Pakistani police stormed the plane, Neerja took advantage of the chaos to evacuate all the passengers. She was not embarrassed by either shots or grenade explosions. Before leaving the plane, she noticed three children hiding behind the seats, afraid to get out.

The girl returned, but she was noticed - the terrorists opened fire. Neerja covered the children with her body and was mortally wounded, however, before dying, she managed to evacuate these passengers as well. And only after that she died. By the way, one of the boys she saved grew up and became a pilot.

Neerja Bhanot was posthumously awarded the Ashoka Chakra, India's highest honor for bravery in peacetime, the youngest to receive it.

She was so young and so beautiful, she was so cheerful and cheerful, and she also loved Rajesh Khanna (knew phrases from all his films). She also loved to fly, loved her job and loved people. .

Every nation has its own big and small heroes. The big ones are given annual honors, they are talked about a lot, admired and extolled. They are known throughout the world, which loves each of them in its own way with boundless, selfless, undivided love. But there are also small heroes, whose actions often do not receive due publicity and only a few know about their feat. Thousands of such people, in fact, make up our history.

Great, very realistic film With Sonam Kapoor starring. Her dad Anil Kapoor, I think to this day I am filled with pride for my daughter’s work in this film and for the role of such a heroic girl as Neerja Bhanot . I (to my shame) learned about this story only last year (when I signed up for myself to watch films, according to the filmography Sonam) although in India Neerja is a national hero, awarded the highest award for courage. And of course I started reading as much as possible about this story. And now I finally watched it. Impressions and emotions are simply overwhelming.

Sad movie, but a very wonderful story about a young, brave, strong-willed girl who accomplished a great deed and feat. Filmed very realistically and believably. Such stories must be filmed, and they must be shown (after all, they happen more and more every day, all over the world) about the exploits of people in the workplace, fulfilling their duty, even if it threatens their own lives. A film of which there are few. A film about a man of whom there are few… You should definitely watch this film and see what kind of people there are in this world and so unfairly leave it prematurely…

Filming in a confined space is always more difficult, but the director managed to correctly convey the emotions and behavior of passengers and terrorists. In general, with a limited number of actions, the atmosphere of fear, horror and panic was felt quite clearly. When I watched the film, I thought that everyone has such different destinies, but I will always admire such brave, strong, heroic people. Sometimes I think how I would behave in such a situation and I don’t even know. Of all the people I personally (to one degree or another) know today, including myself, Neerja , no one could do it. And now, remembering my feelings while watching this film (as if I myself was one of these hostage people), the whole essence shrinks into such a small coward, and sits somewhere deep inside, staring at the same tense faces of those around me. And if you clearly imagine one of these bearded men waving a pistol in front of your face, then your legs and arms instantly go numb, and panic begins. Terrorism is disgusting. I don’t know any creatures in nature capable of such an act of cruelty, except humans.

A film about perseverance, philanthropy, courage and true heroism! Well directed, great acting. The film drama was shot at the highest level there is a complete feeling that the actors playing the characters are living out their roles. A girl brave and determined beyond her years in her heroism and dedication everyone should remember such stories! I am delighted with the feat Neerji !

The actors were great. Sonam is simply amazing in this role., lived it with every part of my soul. The image created is also unforgettable Shabanoy Azmi. She's like a mother Neerji . All her tragedy, all her grief are simply indescribable, her gaze is still before my eyes, and her words ring in my head. To play so realistically the grief of a mother who has lost and is forced to bury her child (no matter what age he is) can only be played either by having experienced something like this in reality, or by being a genius. And what is depicted in this case Shabana, I don't know. I hope the latter.

Enjoyment of the film "Neerja" I didn’t get it for one simple reason: the plot was too heavy (I still have a lump of tears in my throat) about events that happened in reality, and about the heroine, who was young, beautiful, kind, caring, and who happened to be the eldest flight attendant on the ill-fated plane flight hijacked by terrorists. On September 7, the girl turned 23 years old, and on her birthday such a tragedy occurred. God forbid that anyone ever find themselves in such a situation, anywhere. The film was shot very realistically, interestingly, dramatically.. All the time, together with the passengers of the airliner, I was in terrible tension, excitement and worry for the lives of everyone, especially when one psychopathic terrorist was yelling at everyone and waving a weapon in people’s faces. And it’s no joke, there are more than three hundred and fifty people on board, and everyone is in terrible danger, and there is no one to support them except the young flight attendants who remained on the plane after the crew escaped from it, as it turns out, according to the instructions. Perhaps this is correct, since in this way the plans of the terrorists who hijacked the plane are broken. But on the other hand, passengers in such a situation find themselves under a more terrible threat of death due to the panicky psychosis and cruelty of the terrorists who hijacked the plane.

At the beginning of the film, we find ourselves at a celebration with songs and dances, but this is only at the very beginning, and then you will forget about whose film it is, who shot it, you will just watch and worry. I recommend watching the film even those who are skeptical about Indian-made films. This film does not look like a typical Indian film. The actors played excellently and conveyed the drama of the events well. The film is watched in one go and evokes a storm of emotions, and after viewing it leaves a bitter aftertaste. For me this is a sign of quality cinema. I love films based on real events. You can learn a lot of interesting things, things that would seem to have long since passed into history and been forgotten.

Very often, the work of a flight attendant is too romanticized: distant countries, meeting people, good mood, perfect uniform. But not everyone will think that this profession is also dangerous. And the point is not that you have to fly above the clouds. Most often, the danger comes from passengers.

Read on in the review about the heroic flight attendants who managed not to get confused in a difficult situation and fulfill their duty to the end, even at the cost of their own lives.

Nirya Bganot

Nirya (Neerja) Bganot - Indian air hostess who saved 360 passengers.

23-year-old Indian flight attendant Nirja (Neerja) Bganot sacrificed her life to save 360 ​​passengers. This happened in the Pakistani city of Karachi. The PAN AM 73 plane was hijacked by radical Islamists. The flight attendant was not taken aback and managed to immediately warn the pilots. They evacuated through the escape hatch so that the plane could not be lifted into the air.

Nirya herself remained in the cabin of the plane. The terrorists demanded to bring the passports of all passengers in order to execute the Americans. The brave flight attendant hid the documents of people who had US citizenship in the garbage chute and under the seats. Thanks to this, they remained alive.

When the Pakistani police began the assault, and the terrorists began to fire back, Nirya managed to independently evacuate the passengers from the plane. She already wanted to get out herself, but at the last moment she saw three more children in the cabin, hiding under the seats. While the flight attendant was taking the children out, the Islamists noticed them and started shooting. The girl covered the kids with herself and received mortal wounds. With the last of her strength, she got the children out of the plane and then died.

Nadezhda Kurchenko

Nadezhda Kurchenko is a Soviet flight attendant who died in a battle with terrorists.

On October 15, 1970, 19-year-old flight attendant Nadezhda Kurchenko paid with her life while trying to prevent terrorists from hijacking a plane. The An-24 plane, in which Nadezhda was, was en route from Batumi to Sukhumi. The entire flight was supposed to take only half an hour. At the 5th minute after takeoff, one of the passengers called the flight attendant to his place, put an envelope in her hand and demanded that she take it to the commander. Either Nadya looked at him with hostility, or the man did not have enough restraint, but after a couple of seconds he rushed after her. The girl realized that something was wrong and immediately slammed the door to the pilots' cabin, blocking the way.

The terrorist did not expect such a rebuff and tried to push the young conductor away, but she began to desperately resist. At the same time, the commander realized that there was a fight going on behind the door and began to sharply turn the plane left, right, up, hoping to knock the criminal off his feet (the passengers were still wearing seat belts at that time). The terrorist resisted and shot Nadezhda in the thigh, but the fragile girl continued to resist. Then he shot point blank.

Telegram of condolences addressed to Nadezhda Kurchenko’s mother Henrietta Ivanovna.

Victoria Zilberstein

Victoria Zilberstein is a flight attendant who saved passengers during a plane crash.

Victoria Zilberstein, like many girls, dreamed of working as a flight attendant. She was attracted by distant countries and beautiful uniforms. Her wish came true. At the time of the disaster, the girl had already been working as a flight attendant for two years. That day, Victoria was on a plane en route to Irkutsk. Before boarding, everything happened as usual, standard phrases were heard: “Dear passengers, please fasten your seat belts and take an upright position.”

When taxiing began (maneuvering an airliner moving around the airfield using engine thrust), Victoria noticed that the plane did not stop for a long time. Suddenly she felt a jolt, the lights went out in the cabin and smoke appeared. At that moment, the flight attendant had only one thought: she needed to save the passengers. Victoria immediately remembered the words of the instructor: “Girls, in case of an accident, the main thing is to make a hole in the plane.” The flight attendant pulled the emergency exit lever and opened the hatch. People got out, sliding down the tilted wing, Victoria let them go ahead, choking on the acrid smoke. Then she finally came out on her own.

The flight attendant was in shock. Only later in the Victoria hospital they said that she had a concussion, the plane exploded, and only thanks to the flight attendant were most of the passengers able to escape.

Sheila Frederick

Sheila Frederick, who managed to save a girl from sexual slavery.

That flight began as usual: passengers took their seats and the flight attendants carried out their duties. But one couple caught Sheila's attention again and again. It seemed that the man was flying with his daughter, only he looked quite decent, and the girl’s clothes looked like rags. And that frightened look too.

Sheila invited the girl to take her to the toilet. There she left a note asking if the passenger needed help. She answered in the affirmative. When the plane came in to land, the police were already waiting at the ramp. It turned out that the girl was indeed taken against her will to be sent into sexual slavery.

Mor Levy and Nitzan Rabinovich

Flight attendants can help even when they are on the ground and not in the air. Israeli flight attendants Nitzan Rabinovich and Mor Levi saved an 80-year-old man from death. That day the girls were at Beijing airport. They were already heading to their plane when Nitzan suddenly noticed that she had lost her phone. She asked her friend to return to the metro station and look for him.

When the flight attendants returned to the station, they saw a woman screaming over an unconscious man. Nitzan and Mor tried to feel for a pulse, but there was none. Immediately the flight attendants began performing artificial respiration on the man lying down, as they were taught in first aid courses. Mor ordered people to run to the airport and bring a defibrillator, and she called an ambulance. The girls made it on time. They started the Chinese man’s heart, and when the doctors arrived, the man even opened his eyes slightly.

It took the flight attendants 30 minutes to save the Chinese. They rushed to their flight, made it on time and, as if nothing had happened, smiled and seated the passengers in their seats. Only after takeoff did the girls allow themselves to cry. By the way, the phone was also found.

Dead Wounded

more than 150 people

Aircraft Model Aircraft name

Clipper Empress of the Seas

Airline Departure point Stops along the way Destination Flight Board number Release date

Airplane

Boeing 747-121 with serial number 20351 and serial 127 was released in 1971 and made its first flight on May 21. Its four turbofan engines were Pratt & Whitney JT9D-3A models. On June 18, the aircraft arrived at the American airline Pan American World Airways, where it received registration number N656PA and the name Clipper Live Yankee, was subsequently renamed Clipper Empress of the Seas

Crew and passengers

Nationality	Passengers	Crew	Total
Algeria Algeria	3	-	3
Belgium Belgium	2	-	2
UK UK	15	4	19
Denmark Denmark	8	-	8
Germany Germany	81	3	84
India	91	8	99
Ireland	5	-	5
Italy Italy	50	2	52
Canada Canada	30	-	30
Mexico Mexico	8	-	8
Pakistan Pakistan	44	-	44
USA USA	18	1	19
France France	4	1	5
Sweden Sweden	2	-	2
Total	361	19	380

Chronology of events

Terrorists

The hijackers were detained in Pakistan, convicted and sentenced to death in 1988, which was later commuted to life imprisonment.

However, one of them, Zaid Hassan Abd Al-Latif Masoud Al Safarini ( Zayd Hassan Abd Al-Latif Masud Al Safarini), who shot at plane passengers, was released from a Pakistani prison in 2001 - but was soon captured by FBI agents in Bangkok and taken to the United States, where he was sentenced to 160 years in prison in Colorado. The remaining four terrorists were released from the central prison (English)Russian the city of Rawalpindi in January 2008; The FBI offered a reward of $5 million for their heads.

According to Pakistani intelligence officials, in January 2010, one of the freed hijackers, Jamal Saeed Abdul Rahim, was killed in a drone attack in the tribal region of North Waziristan. Jamal Saeed Abdul Rahim). But his death has not been confirmed, and he remains on the FBI's Most Wanted Terrorists list.

Cultural aspects

The hijacking of Flight 73 is mentioned in the story by Maxim Shakhov Russian colonel.

The film Neerja depicts the heroic fate of a young air hostess, Neerja Bhanot.

See also

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Notes

Links

• on YouTube - board N656PA 2 years before the hijacking

Excerpt describing the Boeing 747 hijacking in Karachi

– Voila un veritable ami! – said the beaming Helen, once again touching Bilibip’s sleeve with her hand. – Mais c"est que j"aime l"un et l"autre, je ne voudrais pas leur faire de chagrin. Je donnerais ma vie pour leur bonheur a tous deux, [Here is a true friend! But I love both of them and I wouldn’t want to upset anyone. For the happiness of both, I would be ready to sacrifice my life.] - she said.
Bilibin shrugged his shoulders, expressing that even he could no longer help such grief.
“Une maitresse femme! Voila ce qui s"appelle poser carrement la question. Elle voudrait epouser tous les trois a la fois", ["Well done woman! That's what is called firmly asking the question. She would like to be the wife of all three at the same time."] - thought Bilibin.
- But tell me, how will your husband look at this matter? - he said, due to the strength of his reputation, not afraid to undermine himself with such a naive question. – Will he agree?
- Ah! “Il m"aime tant! - said Helen, who for some reason seemed to think that Pierre loved her too. - Il fera tout pour moi. [Ah! he loves me so much! He is ready for anything for me.]
Bilibin picked up the skin to represent the mot being prepared.
“Meme le divorce, [Even for a divorce.],” he said.
Helen laughed.
Among the people who allowed themselves to doubt the legality of the marriage being undertaken was Helen’s mother, Princess Kuragina. She was constantly tormented by envy of her daughter, and now, when the object of envy was closest to the princess’s heart, she could not come to terms with this thought. She consulted with a Russian priest about the extent to which divorce and marriage was possible while her husband was alive, and the priest told her that this was impossible, and, to her joy, pointed her to the Gospel text, which (it seemed to the priest) directly rejected the possibility of marriage from a living husband.
Armed with these arguments, which seemed irrefutable to her, the princess went to see her daughter early in the morning, in order to find her alone.
After listening to her mother's objections, Helen smiled meekly and mockingly.
“But it’s directly said: whoever marries a divorced wife...” said the old princess.
- Ah, maman, ne dites pas de betises. Vous ne comprenez rien. Dans ma position j"ai des devoirs, [Ah, mamma, don’t talk nonsense. You don’t understand anything. My position has responsibilities.] - Helen spoke, translating the conversation into French from Russian, in which she always seemed to have some kind of ambiguity in her case.
- But, my friend...
– Ah, maman, comment est ce que vous ne comprenez pas que le Saint Pere, qui a le droit de donner des dispenses... [Ah, mamma, how don’t you understand that the Holy Father, who has the power of absolution...]
At this time, the lady companion who lived with Helen came in to report to her that His Highness was in the hall and wanted to see her.
- Non, dites lui que je ne veux pas le voir, que je suis furieuse contre lui, parce qu"il m"a manque parole. [No, tell him that I don’t want to see him, that I’m furious against him because he didn’t keep his word to me.]
“Comtesse a tout peche misericorde, [Countess, mercy for every sin.],” said a young blond man with a long face and nose as he entered.
The old princess stood up respectfully and sat down. The young man who entered did not pay attention to her. The princess nodded her head to her daughter and floated towards the door.
“No, she’s right,” thought the old princess, all her convictions were destroyed before the appearance of His Highness. - She's right; but how is it that we didn’t know this in our irrevocable youth? And it was so simple,” the old princess thought as she got into the carriage.

At the beginning of August, Helen's matter was completely determined, and she wrote a letter to her husband (who loved her very much, as she thought) in which she informed him of her intention to marry NN and that she had joined the one true religion and that she asks him to complete all the formalities necessary for divorce, which the bearer of this letter will convey to him.
“Sur ce je prie Dieu, mon ami, de vous avoir sous sa sainte et puissante garde. Votre amie Helene.”
[“Then I pray to God that you, my friend, will be under his holy, strong protection. Your friend Elena"]
This letter was brought to Pierre's house while he was on the Borodino field.

The second time, already at the end of the Battle of Borodino, having escaped from Raevsky’s battery, Pierre with crowds of soldiers headed along the ravine to Knyazkov, reached the dressing station and, seeing blood and hearing screams and groans, hastily moved on, getting mixed up in the crowds of soldiers.
One thing that Pierre now wanted with all the strength of his soul was to quickly get out of those terrible impressions in which he lived that day, return to normal living conditions and fall asleep peacefully in his room on his bed. Only under ordinary conditions of life did he feel that he would be able to understand himself and all that he had seen and experienced. But these ordinary living conditions were nowhere to be found.
Although cannonballs and bullets did not whistle here along the road along which he walked, on all sides there was the same thing that was there on the battlefield. There were the same suffering, exhausted and sometimes strangely indifferent faces, the same blood, the same soldiers' greatcoats, the same sounds of shooting, although distant, but still terrifying; In addition, it was stuffy and dusty.
Having walked about three miles along the big Mozhaisk road, Pierre sat down on the edge of it.
Dusk fell on the ground, and the roar of the guns died down. Pierre, leaning on his arm, lay down and lay there for a long time, looking at the shadows moving past him in the darkness. It constantly seemed to him that a cannonball was flying at him with a terrible whistle; he shuddered and stood up. He didn't remember how long he had been here. In the middle of the night, three soldiers, having brought branches, placed themselves next to him and began to make a fire.
The soldiers, looking sideways at Pierre, lit a fire, put a pot on it, crumbled crackers into it and put lard in it. The pleasant smell of edible and fatty food merged with the smell of smoke. Pierre stood up and sighed. The soldiers (there were three of them) ate, not paying attention to Pierre, and talked among themselves.