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

For several more months I had to avoid dark and empty places, for the escort after this event did not go away, but only intensified; a couple of times I have seen these individuals under the windows of their own home. I had the honor to see through all the details through binoculars, as they tried to get into my house through the fire escape, crouching with her a couple of times with rather amusing screams, and crushing their bodies with a metal roof over the porch of the office of one firm; it was amusing to see how these people tried to have Molotov cocktail before the fourth floor, it was interesting to watch also other similar pranks. Three times I was shot at the crossbow, and all three times it happened on the Filevskaya floodplain or in the park. When I climbed in winter on the famous ravines of Kuntsevsky Park, I suddenly heard a strange whistle, but at first I did not attach any importance to it, later the whistle was repeated several times, and then I saw an arrow stuck in the snow. After examining the neighborhood, I saw two people standing on the slope of the ravine in a position so convenient for shooting that it could hardly be a coincidence: this instant was right, for I immediately received a few more «arrows of happiness» from my observers.

Another time I went to the Filyovskaya embankment under -30, enjoying its deserted nature, and then decided to get on the ice of the Moskva-river [Here we must remember that the Russian Moscow never call Moscow and say only «Moskva»; the Moskva-river is a broad river, which flows through the city.], which I should not have done, although not because of its subtlety. Since just behind the embankment there are bushes and trees, then the shooting position was no less convenient, for I could not even see the shooters who had taken cover in the snow-covered bushes, being completely vulnerable to them, since in the open space of ice to discover my red jacket and to coat  in me would not be a good arrow of labor. My enemies, my goodness, were bad arrowheads who could not get into me while I managed to hide behind a summer pool of plastic that was thrown by the shore, which saved me, perhaps, life. The third time they shot me at the Filevskaya floodplain with one of the hills, while I was moving along the path; there was this where a very narrow path, wagging along the river, just rises first, and then abruptly descends. From the shooters to me was no more than thirty meters, and I could not snatch it to the sides, for on one side of me there was a precipice to the river, and on the other, an almost steep hill. I, however, noticed the enemy a second before the shooting began, and so I managed to retreat back into the blind zone for them, although a dozen arrows had managed to release me. In March-April 2015, any surveillance and that sort of action went down gradually to zero, although the harassment inside the institution «legal» methods continued. As for the nature of all those «attempts»that the young guys have committed, their nature and essence will be explained in the book below, giving you a motivation for thoughtful reading.  In the summer of 2015, I finished one of the versions of the book, postponing its publication at the best of times, and later, in the autumn of the same year, I left the institution described in the book.

Only now, after a time when I learned more about the work of some in-school and out-of-school organizations, when I overestimated many events, received more reliable information about them, got rid of unnecessary emotions, and therefore decided to supplement the book and publish it on the Internet. Far from everything described here is already in the past: even at the time when I had long since left the very 737 school, its rulers reminded me periodically of their existence and incredible malice towards me; they prevented the publication of the novel in our time. Although the reform of education, and the unification of schools in particular, has greatly undermined their influence, they still still retain enough force to exert pressure on the working masses of their unfortunate students. [Although in the book I use the word «student» in relation to the schoolboys, it should be noted that this is only the observance of stylistics of the English language, since the word in Russia is used almost exclusively in relation to Universities students; schoolchildren in Russia is called only schoolchildren. It should also be said that the word «schoolboy» in the Russian language is clearly derogatory and offensive; often it replace the word «moron».] Although all their filthy intrigues and the scandals they have organized could not stop the writing of this and some other progressive works, and their exit was yet another victory of progress over the reaction. This book has become another nail in the lid of thecoffin of pedagogical counter-revolution, another swallow, marking the imminent coming of the only just society-communism.  Now I want to say a few words about the technical part of this work. Most of the events of this work, outlined here in chronological order, occurred between autumn 2013 and autumn 2015, but some took place in later years. If you care about some of the details of the content, I must say that all the dialogues given in this work were written from memory on the day they were uttered in one of the notebooks or were taken to a portable camera, and from there they were copied here. Regarding the question of abusive language, I should note that I was always a radical opponent of them, never using them in my speech or writing, but here I reproduce the speeches of all real persons precisely in the expressions in which they actually uttered them – here the truth becomes much more valuable than the formal saving of morality, immoral will hide the truth. Despite the fact that this book is devoted to the life of schoolchildren, there will be almost no description of school activities, although they occupied most of our time, since this is of no interest for future generations, and for ours too; it would be extremely erroneous to believe that we at one time only dealt with the work described in the book, not indulging in study at all, for this is completely untrue. Among other things, and also in order to avoid the publication of these by separate work, I contributed many of my reports and lectures bearing an indelible stamp of the worldview of their author, here in the form of separate chapters, of which there will be a lot.

Chapter first.

Prehistory.

At the close of 2013 from the birth of Christ, I left my previous school with a huge scale of scandal involving the accusation of my class teacher in the excessive consumption of alcohol in the workplace on my part, as well as the subsequent sanctions on this side. That very class teacher, Anna Valeryevna, constantly poured into her huge coffee mug the contents of certain figured bottles of oak color, as well as a certain substance from the flask, appearing after that in class in a very cheerful state. It must be said that this was by no means a kind of «proletarian» school, but one of those places where the offsprings of the bourgeois elite are usually placed is institution number 711 in Moscow. Here, as a convinced communist, I am obliged to perform a mandatory ritual of apology to all my readers, and proletarian readers in particular, saying that it was a mistake of my kinship to use the very same school for my education. Concerning the fact that I had to choose a different place from the beginning, I had an initial understanding, and therefore I sincerely report that I am ashamed before the readers to recognize that my primary education was bourgeois by nature, which gave me a lot of problems in the future related to the fight against; this is in the form of repulsive positivism in oneself. Since after the accusation no kind of continuation of my stay there could have already taken place, then we left the institution, finding a better one, the search for which was not particularly long.