Читать книгу 📗 "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ) - Нигматулин Марат "Московский школьник""
Girls, without hesitation, walked over tothe waiters and said to her: «Do not wear tight latex pants, and then you have to cut off his feet, they are long and fat! That's what my uncle Marat said.». The reaction of teachers to predict you are quite capable, but because to describe it as a matter of empty and unimportant that lines here will not spend.
Chapter eighth.
My relationship with the sport.
The reader who wants now to learn more about the simple life of our wonderful schools, and therefore does not care about the biographical subtleties of the biography of the author, demanding a different kind of continuation in the general theme, we must explain that the next chapter will hardly be really understood if one reads himself. This one will not force this; goodness, it is not great (relative to the main, according to some literary scholars, the work of Leo Tolstoy, of course).
As you know, many parents of my country give their children to sports only for the sake of only those will grow up a little, not thinking about anything, but especially about the welfare of their children; in this matter my family, alas, acted in a very similar way, although not completely.
Since I was a pretty good boy who was not yet a supporter of worldly asceticism, as it was now, I ate very abundantly, at the same time I was not moving too much, starting at the age of five, gradually starting to fondle with a tender fat, and by six getting quite noticeable tummy and cheeks.
It was then, at the age of six, I was given to the local section of aikido, where I studied for about six months, forcibly abandoning this occupation, going to the first class of the public school. Aikido, like any other sport, to which my generation was given by completely ignorantly ignorant parents, did not give me anything for both spiritual and mental development, leaving no significant memories of myself in my memory. As well as the most part of those who are given sports against their will, and even at that low-age, I did not make friends there, and I did not learn anything worthwhile, only without spending any time. Since aikido did not significantly increase the load on the body, and in the compartment with my entry into the first class and the subsequent increase in the school load, and consequently the reduction in the time for mobility, to which it should be added that the diet was not cut by anyone, I continued fatness.
Autumn 2008, when I was already at school, aikido was left forever, and in my life there was a very long indisputable period, which was connected with a certain load in the Russian elementary school: we were asked such volumes of material that I went to bed at one o'clock in the morning, in time to learn all this; most of my free time I spent lying on the couch, while eating a very harmful food, which, however, resistance from my acquaintances and parents did not meet. It would be a mistake to think at the same time that I was just lying on the couch all my childhood and bursting with sweets: in fact, I quite often, during my free time, did long, often long walks in the fresh air, which I loved from childhood, however, was not enough to get into shape.
Thus, due to the well-known way of life, to which all the representatives of my well-fed and fed generation stood out, when I turned 10 years I had a growth of 130 centimeters and a weight equal to 38 kilograms, which was quite a lot for me. I had a round and protruding soft belly, turning into three huge folds at the moment I was sitting down, slightly drooping sides, very puffy cheeks, a large rounded fifth point[The fifth point is the literary name of the ass in the Russian language.], thick legs, overgrown with fat, which was shaking when walking, to everything else I have never been able to pull myself up or kick off from the floor, but all this did not bother me at all until a certain moment.
I remember today, as in the summer of 2010, – was then 9 years old, – I went swimming in the Moscow River, not so much bathing as I am lying down under the rather stingy Moscow sun and eating chocolate bars and other sweets. It was a hot sunny day, I descended from the path to the Filyovskaya embankment, then still wild and overgrown with shrubbery, and not as new as it now looks, settled on the grass and set my tummy to the stingy Moscow sun; I splashed in the river and sunbathed together with other boys, whose figures were similar to mine, and only one of them was skinny, but we did not pay attention to it. I quickly became covered with fat and sunburn, like all my friends, and it was at this time that I remembered my then-figure, looked at it in detail; then I first began to doubt that I looked good, but these doubts quickly disappeared in the stuffy and damp air of the floodplain.
It was the best summer of my childhood, it was the real «childish»summer, with all the myths about swimming in rivers, real friends about him, an abundance of sweets, which was really too much, and all the others attached; in the afternoon I lay on the beach, and on the couch in the evening, being absolutely happy and unreasonable child, since I did not yet know that this was my last «children's»summer.
The further development of events could have been predicted based on previous facts, as well as from what was known about my peers with whom I had followed the common path, but life, as might be expected, was much more interesting. Many and many of my acquaintances who were given the same way in sports forcibly and thoughtlessly at a young age who, like myself, abandoned him and began to lie on the couch from morning till night, eating off harmful food, never changed anything and continued everything do as they did until the adult state, for which I do not blame them, because it is logical and understandable. I personally did not understand why I made a turn to the other side when I was ten years old, but I remember this moment perfectly, so I will describe it in all details, as well as fatness followed.
In the courtyard was the First April, when there was still snow outside the window, not wanting to keep anything, and I lay on the couch in my house myself, indulging in my usual occupation, – eating all kinds of harmful food; clarifying all of the above, I want to note that I was not quite at home: I was at my grandparents, where I usually lay on the couch, grilling and doing nothing useful. In the room quite close to the window there was the same couch on which I was lying, in front of which there was a table with food and a TV, a master's bed next to it, followed by wardrobes with door-mirrors. I spent the whole day resting on the fact that I was lying on the couch, eating everything that was on the table, but I will not list all these dishes, for I myself am a little ashamed of myself for that time, but I must say that there was the most selective fat and harmful food for health. When I was lying on the couch, I was usually dressed in training and a tank top, or at all in some cowards, if I was particularly hot, but now I was dressed in training pants and a shirt tightly fitting my belly, which is even slightly from under her got out.
On TV, I watched a cartoon, where one of the main characters at that very moment bragged to the other characters with his remarkable figure and achievements on the sports field[«Homer the Whopper».], to which I reacted like this: «You'll think! I'm just as good as him!». I still did not know how much that moment in the life of the character will change my own life; at that moment I picked up my tank top and decided to look at my tender abdomen, which I did, easily pushing my clothes and putting my hand on the belly. So I just looked at him for a while, then I took a fat on my stomach, forming a rather thick fold, and even surprised myself how much fat on my belly is a lot. Then I tried to strain my abdominal muscles, wanting to see how his appearance would change then, but he did not change at all – my stomach was still so soft and round, and I could not grope for muscles under the fat layer. Then I got up so that the stomach formed into three folds, and when this happened, I took the third – the thickest of them, as it should be in her hands, and then let go with the thought: «My God, how I launched myself! I'm completely lazy and swam in fat! Have I become a fat boy?».
