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

- Well, you got fat, Denis! – said a surprised Misha. – 56 kg! Look at your belly!

Denis's stomach was really huge, but he still touched it and caressed, and then replied:

- Let it grow, – I do not interfere. The peasant in general, the stomach should be mandatory. – Denis answered, starting to chew a chocolate bar, why Misha whimpered and began to remind Den that he «promised me», to which the latter told him to close his mouth and not to interfere with eating.

- Maybe we should go in for sports. – I asked, barely zipping my trousers.

- No, Marat, why? – Misha asked. – Is us fooling around, and Den to lose weight don't want.

Against their friends girls weighed even more caustic comments than in relation to us, that we are very well heard from the door, and after, at the end of such medical examination, we went to the lessons, after which we went home. At home, I barely undressed only went to my room, lay down on the bed and tried to do at least a couple of exercises on the abdominal muscles, which I did not succeed, because I was too weak for that, then I went to the mirror and looked at myself. I saw myself, surprised how much de I got fat during this time, and then picked up the phone and started to dial Denis, wanting to know what he's doing, to which I was answered: «Marat, call then: I'm playing on the computer and eat!» After I decided to call Misha, who was also busy, and therefore replied: «I'm lying on the couch, watching TV and eating. Call me later, please.». After that, I went to eat my own extremely high-calorie lunch, which consisted of meat fatty dishes, a whole cream cake, salad and coffee, after which I did my lessons, had dinner even denser, and then went to bed, forgetting about what happened.

The very next day I returned to the idea of the possibility of special obesity, again quietly agitating Grishka and his friends to accomplish this kind of things, he rejoicing in his physical condition.

Chapter twenty-second.

Day of the tolerance.

This chapter is obviously inferior in size, being rather a sketch, which I have not found another place, but decided to stick it here.

It is known that on November 16 the international day of tolerance which in the Russian schools is celebrated with simply unprecedented pomp and as inexplicable scope is celebrated. Our school, the authorities of which were so obsessed with the desire to rise above all its competitors – brought this holiday to sheer madness and absurdity that surrounded us all constantly.

But the holiday that I want to tell you about, namely the day of tolerance in 2013, was very special and simply magnificent in relation to all the previous and subsequent days.

The weather that day was so vile that it is hardly possible to describe: huge streams of mud flowed through the streets, like mountain streams, there was heavy rain, an icy wind. Cars, all smeared in dirt and waste, sadly waded through the streams of muddy slurry, highlighting his way headlights: the yard was already dark, although the clock showed only 15:00. The squalid concert hall of our school was at this time all filled with warm light from lamps and decorated with cheap tinsel bought in the Chinese wholesale market: in such atmosphere all of us had to meet «a light holiday». A huge number of people, among whom were old men, women of unknown age, teenagers and absolutely still kids, – made their way through the narrow passage inside our hall, gradually hammering it. I especially remember our strasserits who stood in front of the hall dressed in their black shirts, black pants and leather boots at the knee. In the hands of they held a poster, where was written: «National-socialists against racism! For equality!». A little boy stood in the corner, immersed in reading «Journal of a Patriotic schoolboy»: funny it was though, because in the same room that he so carefully studied, especially in honor of tolerance day the article came out «The Action «Kill the Jew»».

And finally, the hall was filled with people to such an extent that the children were forced to sit on their parent’s lap, though not because of the affection of the latter, but because there were no seats in the hall at all: many teenagers were sitting on the floor at all. At this point, I was immersed in gloomy thoughts, due primarily to the fact that we are because of this stupid celebration, only the Director of the school needed to brag to colleagues and superiors (and also in order to report to him, presenting our school ideal), and in the second-the fact that I was then still a racist and it hurt me to look at how young children will zombie propaganda in the spirit of «social justice warriors». In short, then my fears were not confirmed, but everything in order.

The performance began with a speech by Yulia Avvakumova and a few other girls of our class, who, according to the words of a dull and fat official, presented as an entertainer, «had to present something original». This official was very fat, bald and had a face of red color, giving out all his kind of gluttonous and drunkard, and his voice sounded so that when he stretched the word «original», twitching at the same time in some very feminine antics immediately thought of something vulgar. In Russia, everyone knows that such officials like to sit in the sauna with schoolgirls, and then with them to practice all sex. But nothing vulgar followed: on the contrary, was followed by something that I did not expect, but that I amused.

Will send our girls dressed in the robes of the Ku Klux Klan, which in itself made me a little surprised and his eyes bulge; equally surprising was the fact that our teachers, the inspection of higher authorities and officials continued to smile as if nothing happened. And finally, the performance began. A cheerful and brisk song played, the words and motive of which I was able to recognize almost immediately, as I listened to it a thousand times at home:

Stand up and be counted, show the world that you're a man!

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan!

We are a sacred brotherhood, who love our country too.

We always can be counted on, when there's a job to do.

Yes, dear reader: at the festival of tolerance, our girls danced to the famous song Ku Klux Klan «Stand up and be counted». At the same time they danced very notably, – I will notice. Funny little girls twisted their priests and jumped in a cheerful dance so that the official who played the role of entertainer experienced an erection: it was evident from the expression of his face and wet pants. The most interesting thing, however, was to observe the reaction of our teachers and inspectors from the city administration, who continued to smile and applaud our little racists, completely not paying any attention to the lawlessness. This was not due to mental illness (although they may also), but the most common ignorance and stupidity: the fact that our teachers and officials were so uneducated that they simply did not know about the existence of the Ku Klux Klan, or that in English mean the words of the song. As a result, the holiday, which assumed the original purpose of promoting tolerance, has become a real concert of fascist music by the efforts of our students. In addition to the song of American racists, three German Nazi marches were played, as well as one French monarchic song («La France bouge»). This day of tolerance I remember for a long time, as well as classmates who organized such a wonderful thing. Subsequently, the whole school was grateful to them for the fact that the speakers themselves saved the audience from obsessive tolerant propaganda.