Permyakova Street is named after the first provincial military commissar.
Georgy Prokopievich Permyakov was born in Tyumen in 1894, his father was a city guard. Often, little Gosha had to spend the night at his father’s booth, running away from his stepmother who disliked him. In 1906, his father was drafted into the Russian-Japanese war, and George was given to a merchant in Tyumen. The rude treatment of a ten-year-old boy by the cook and the coachman made him bitter, and he ran away to work at the marina.
At the pier, George’s duties included supplying rivets for the hull of steamships, such workers were called "The server". The methods of education remained the same — checkmate, slaps on the back of the head. The work schedule was extremely strict, they came to work at 6 a.m., and the working day lasted 10 hours. The food was poor: a piece of brown bread, two pieces of sawn sugar and hot water from the boiler in the workers' barracks. And so on for several years. Georgy’s diligence led to the fact that a year later, the brigades were arguing for him, a 12-year-old employee, to whom he would go to work. A bright boy has always had a thirst for knowledge, despite the fact that he only managed to study at school for a year and a half. Reading books at night had such a beneficial effect that when he met exiles in Tyumen at the age of 15, he did not have any big problems communicating with them.
The First World War began, and in February 1915, the young man was called to the front. George and I shared a black oilskin-bound notebook throughout the war. This miraculously preserved document allows us to understand the spiritual world of the young soldier. There are many poems and songs in it, and a significant number of pages are occupied by book titles with their output data. A man who hadn’t really studied was planning for himself what he needed to read!
There is only one entry from the military impressions in the manuscript: "On September 23, 1916, the battle near the village of Doliy: artillery, terrible tension, for several hours, some soldiers lost consciousness. Our losses are small, but our success is brilliant. With this battle, with the loss of several hundred men, the Germans would have been driven from the left bank of the Dniester and Galich would have been occupied, capturing a lot of prisoners and batteries, but the incompetent command led to the fact that they could have taken almost without a fight, but they did not; two corps hit each other in the back of the head and the defeated regiments and divisions almost completely perished, having stopped to winter in a very unfavorable position for it, convenient for the enemy for dozens of miles for observation and shelling, from which unnecessary casualties senselessly fall for us. It is clear from this that the personal heroism and self-sacrifice of tens of thousands of soldiers are made meaningless by the incompetence of the generals. And now, in the spring of 1917, there were more sacrifices and terrible efforts to bring him down from his winter positions. And the reason for everything is the inability of both the higher and lower commands."