Читать книгу 📗 "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ) - Нигматулин Марат "Московский школьник""

Dear and beloved by me, you, perhaps, hold in your hands a landmark work that will go down in the history of Russian and world literature as the best panorama of the description of the social life of our youth during the reign of Vladimir Putin.

The author of this work, himself a schoolboy, who in 2017 graduated from the nine-year compulsory education of all the wisdoms, will be able to tell the truth about the present generation from his own point of view to some extent, write a letter to the descendants from the abyss of the historical abyss that divides us. The venerable writer of these lines, during his training, managed to get a finished view of the existence of his contemporaries, whom he considered so important and worthy that he decided to write a book about them. In part, being a faithful patriot of our Great Fatherland, confident of his very special condition and position, and also an ardent supporter of our remarkable government, he wanted to dispel some myths concerning our remarkable youth.

Recently, lying rumors of the wildest nature concerning our youth have spread to all corners of the country; the opposition figures who are completely mired in pharisaism, who have already forgotten how the sunshine looks like, having spent many years almost unheeded in their kitchens in disputes about the insubstantial, they gladly accept rumors, not wanting to go to the nearest school to check the really true one.

At the same time, when reading such a work of high art, one should once again ponder the civil responsibility of the writer before the people of his Motherland, awaiting a response to thecurrent challenges of history. The last sentence here is not at all empty «duty» words, usually spoken by every author in relation to his work, but are the real truth, like everything described here. You, the reader who lives, perhaps, in a bright communist future, but even if you and my contemporary, you still can not imagine how much pressure on the author was from the reactionaries who were mentioned here.

Asking why their reaction was so harsh, to my esteemed reader, that he dared to take such a book in hand, one should remember one very important detail of the narrative in it: all those events that I described here really did take place, not knowing the literary decoration on my part. All names, surnames, names and that kind of accuracy are genuine, not being in any case replaced by others, for which the author, to a certain extent, is afraid for his life and physical health, inferring these lines. This kind of truthfulness of the exposition also aroused the particular anger of the reactionaries, who were ready to go to any crime in order to prevent the publication of the book exposing them.

For the first time the novel was conceived by me in the fall of 2014, but then only some of its sketches appeared that I read publicly in our school, which caused some wobbling in the minds and a certain excitement among the teaching staff. Right after the public reading of this work, I was summoned to the head of our school, – Oksana Sergeevna, – to answer not so much for my words, but for actions in which I was accused immediately after entering her luxurious office with a table from walnut and a leather armchair over which hung the carved coat of arms of the Republic and a huge portrait of Emperor Nicholas II in a carved frame painted in oil paint – as he learned later, he cost us five thousand US dollars; what to say before the price of the coat of arms, then no one hid it – one thousand dollars. In general, I can long and vividly paint the immense wealth of our then director, whom many rich men could envy, but nevertheless I will return to the question of our conversation, which was to be very interesting to me then.  The headmistress spread herself out in a huge armchair, took out the handle of the malachite casket, turned it in her hands, looked at the emperor, then at me, then at the closet, lined with silverware, and then said: «So you were trying to rape Tonya Bozhenko?».Frankly, at that moment I nearly fell off the chair with surprise: everyone knew that I had never used force methods to people, and besides, I was still heading an anti-sexual movement in our school, which wanted to ban and eradicate any forms of intimacy, but in fact I did not cross anywhere with Antonina, except for school. Of course, at the same moment I rolled a terrible scandal, announcing to the director that there was nothing like this and there could not have been, to which the principal answered me in a very interesting way: «It does not matter to me whether it was or not, it's not important to us. It is important for us to apply pedagogical methods of influence.». I replied that the effect should logically follow the accomplishment, which was followed by a very rude response accompanied by a knock on the table: «Shut up! You build a smart man – a botanist [So in Russia they call the nerds.], a whore, –some problems because of you. Who asked you to write about our school?». To which I replied: «Let it be known to you that I acted purely within the bounds of the law, using the freedom of speech bestowed on me by the Constitution of our glorious Fatherland, without saying anything extremist, but only by revealing the truth to the surface! And explain to me how my accusation is connected with those letters?». The director's face twisted in a terrible grimace, which reminded me of some horror films from bourgeois countries: «Shut your mouth fuck. Clever I got here! So it is connected, moron! I'll take you to prison, I understand, you freak freak!». I asked to substantiate at least how her decisions about determining me in prison, to which I received the answer: «What fucking proof? I'll send you to prison, you understand, you moron, to prison! I will find the witnesses, if anything, but I have acquaintances in the police. You there little prisoners in the ass will fuck, understand?!».

At that moment the headmistress began to laugh madly and hysterically, disheveling her hair, constantly repeating the last sentence in her short monologue. I was indignant, saying: «The only one present who is truly worthy of prison is yourself, for the acts you committed do not fit into the law, so I accuse you of abuse of office and call for trial over you!». I, of course, was expelled, wishing for an early death, showered with curses and the most brutal abusive language, and also stated that it would be nice if I was eaten alive by dogs.

The entire 2014-2015 academic year [In Russia the academic year runs from 1 September to 25 May.] was filled with such kind of conversations, as well as scandals of a different kind, always started in an empty place by the administration of our institution, and several times almost brought me to the place where Oksana wished to send me.  Gradually, some other oddities were added to these scandals: on walks, I began to notice more and more that some young and strong guys accompany me.

Until a certain point, I did not attach any importance to this, until one day I went to a rather distant path of Filevsky Park, where, as before, they «led» me, staying at a distance of several tens of meters. At one point, however, I heard that one whispered words to another, after which one of them went off the road into the bush, and the other added one step, cutting the distance between us more rapidly. I heard the lightning on one of his pockets unzip, and then, turning my head slightly in the appropriate direction, I saw that in his hand a fairly large piece of brick was clamped, although I tried not to serve the kind. After a while, when we came to the fork, I jerked all the way to a more brisk path, although the stone still flew in my direction, it did me no harm by letting go and leaving the enemy only with a quiet screaming noise associated with their hunting failure.