Russian Moonshine Defies Government Controls

Here is a desperate recipe: Take an old Russian washing machine, toss in a few ounces of yeast, a 22-pound sack of sugar, a gallon of fresh milk and 10 gallons of water, churn the brew for two hours and distill.

If this method for instant homemade vodka fails to produce the desired effect, there is an answer in every Russian village.

In Podlesnaya Tavla, 330 miles southeast of Moscow, you just call on the woman known universally as Auntie Masha. One step inside her cheerful, spotless kitchen and it is obvious why hers is the most knocked-on door: the raw, yeasty fumes of illegal homemade moonshine.

In rural Russia few can afford vodka, but everyone can get samogon, or moonshine.

The recipe for samogon in three hours comes from a slim pink booklet containing 140 moonshine recipes, including alcohol made from tea, bread, rice, potatoes, beet root or other staples. Ostap Bender, a favorite rascal in Russian fiction, said you could even make samogon from a taburetka--a wooden stool.

In villages where almost nothing else pays, samogon turns a tidy profit. When demand is buoyant--on holidays and weekends, for example--Auntie Masha can sell up to 38 pints a day of samogon, which would gobble up 44 pounds of sugar and 4.4 pounds of yeast for her recipe. That brings in $25, leaving Auntie Masha a profit of $14.50 after expenses.

Because of the risk of a fine--about $350--she declined to give her last name.

On a recent frosty morning, the sun peering wanly through her kitchen window, Auntie Masha bustled about snatching glasses, matches and a great rock of homemade bread.

She poured a lick of the cold spirit onto her table and carefully ignited it, smiling proudly as a flame leaped up like a blue imp. If the liquor is less than 80 proof, it won’t burn.

“You know it’s good quality if your head feels clear but your feet are uncertain,” said Auntie Masha, 62, a lively woman with jolly apple cheeks, plump fingers, dancing eyes and an infectious laugh. The shelves in her kitchen stand as crooked as a drunken customer.

Auntie Masha’s still, a gift from a relative who made it at work, is a rustic stove-top vat connected to a fat pipe spiraling into a bucket. The fermented brew of sugar and yeast is heated to boiling; the steam passes through cold water and condenses as samogon.

To be safe, she keeps the big vat concealed behind a curtain in the bedroom. She removed the cover, calling for quiet to let the fermenting brew speak: a faint tickling sound as the bubbles rose. Strings of brownish yeast floated on the surface.

“People have been brewing their own samogon since time immemorial: my mother and her mother and grandmother,” she said.

In the Brezhnev era, from the mid-1960s to the early 1980s, family members risked jail terms of several years making black market samogon. “It was really strict then. We would fill our vats, load them on a horse and cart, haul them off into the woods and hide them there,” she recalled.

With his political reforms during the 1980s, former Soviet President Mikhail S. Gorbachev introduced a nationwide crackdown on alcohol, but that didn’t stop people from brewing their own.

“We paid no attention. We kept on going, quietly. We can’t live without alcohol, and we can’t afford vodka,” she explained.

Her samogon sells for about 70 cents for a half-liter, compared to about $1.25 for the cheapest commercial vodka available in the village.

Potatoes were used in the past by samogon makers only in desperate times because “you drink a whole bottle of potato vodka and never get drunk,” said Auntie Masha. Nor does she labor over cheap beet root samogon, which has to be repeatedly filtered through washed charcoal until “it comes out as clear as a child’s tears.”

A Popular Place

For some villagers, samogon is reserved for visitors and special occasions; for others, it is the string they thread their days on.

Auntie Masha has no shortage of customers. Some locals put the number of people who drink to excess in the village as high as 50%, though Podlesnaya Tavla is considered no worse than other villages here in the republic of Mordovia, or indeed throughout rural Russia.

About three dozen men in the village do mostly seasonal work for the collective farm and get paid in samogon, grain and food. Dmitry Fedoseyev, spokesman for the Mordovia Interior Ministry, said farm workers are often paid in sugar for harvesting sugar beet.

“So they use sugar to make moonshine, and then moonshine plays the role of hard currency. For example, if a babushka wanted her neighbor to fix her well or roof she would pay him with a bottle of moonshine,” he said. “Practically everyone makes samogon.”

Many vodka plants work at less than half their capacity because they can’t compete with samogon, according to one local official.

Samogon consumption nationwide grew dramatically when living standards slumped after the 1991 collapse of the Soviet Union. The Mordovia regional administration budget was hard hit. In the 1980s, taxes on vodka sales financed about 36% of its budget; now they provide less than 2%.

The administration began fighting back in 1996 with a crackdown on moonshine, but samogon defies controls.

Auntie Masha believes the police are not as vigilant now as in the Brezhnev and Gorbachev eras.

“The people responsible for implementing the anti-alcohol campaign live here, and all they care about is being drunk,” she said, laughing. “So how can they touch us?”

In rural Russia, distilling samogon is not limited to the fringes. Respectable people of all ages, even elderly women with religious icons in the corner, will show off their stills--usually eccentric apparatuses with pipes, hoses and little spouts where the spirit drips out into waiting buckets.

Among them is Ulyana Ryabov, 70, who lives alone and does not drink but fires up her still occasionally to have samogon on hand for visitors or family.

Beneath her peeling wallpaper, surrounded by stiff photographic portraits from the past, she drew up stools to a rough wooden table and poured shots of caustic samogon, accompanied by sliced onions and pickled cucumbers.

Her husband died 31 years ago of kidney disease at 49. He could park a car straighter when drunk than sober, she said, her lighthearted tone belying the serious domestic problems his drinking caused.

“He loved samogon and was very rowdy. He was the life of the party, and we always had guests. And I was rowdy too. I used to have two balalaikas,” she said, referring to a traditional Russian musical instrument. “If I was not dancing at a wedding, it wasn’t a wedding.”

Warnings Ignored

Health Ministry statistics indicate alcohol is a more serious problem in the country than in cities. In 1999, 156,000 people nationwide died of alcohol-related diseases. The mortality rate among rural men was 47.9 per 100,000, compared to 42.4 among urban men. The average rate among Russian women was 10 per 100,000.

Russia’s health authorities routinely issue warnings against drinking samogon, with 30,000 alcohol poisoning deaths in 1999 from drinking contaminated moonshine or vodka. Fedoseyev said some people added chicken droppings or tobacco to make samogon stronger, which often caused poisonings.

Such deaths only make Auntie Masha’s product more attractive to her buyers. “We do our job honestly,” she boasted. “People know that if they drink what we sell, they won’t poison themselves.”

But Ryabov’s sons are not among those who line up regularly at Auntie Masha’s door. Alexander and his two brothers rarely drink because they saw what it did to their father.

“We saw what happened at home. We knew family relationships would be better without drinking samogon,” he said.

Drunkenness was such a big problem, he and his mother said, that some villagers did not manage to cut and cart the firewood to run their wood stove for heat and cooking to survive the long winter.

“People get lost in life. If they don’t know where to stop, their work doesn’t get done. If you have a cow and live alone, you have to hack wood, light the stove and get up very early to milk the cow,” Ulyana Ryabov said. “We don’t help those who drink.”

For Auntie Masha, surrounded by samogon, it is not just the responsibility of her cow, two pigs, chickens and cat that keeps her sober. She has to think about carting in the sacks of sugar and bricks of yeast ready for the next vat of samogon.

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Alexei Kuznetsov of The Times’ Moscow Bureau contributed to this report.