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

In 710 school [In this school I studied well-known «patriotic» journalist Vladimir Solovyov.] I was immediately accused of a radical mental retardation of a physiological nature, and also gave a lecture on what «cattle» is physiologically different from «personalities», and also why I do not belong to the latter without any opportunity to correct the situation, advising  read Nietzsche and Hitler. I must say that I have already read both at almost the same time, although I have just reached the end of the fifth grade of the public school, which, however, should not be self-praising: in most subjects, I barely scored the lowest acceptable score, and for some  he did not have. At school, 56 we were met from the beginning in a much more hospitable way, having spent in a luxurious office, which may become the pride of some ministers or even the rulers of small states, which, nevertheless, immediately alerted us. Alertness was not at all empty, which turned out as soon as we were seated at a luxurious table of some very valuable sort of tree and said that no matter how stupid or clever I am, they have a single acceptance criterion: a contribution of 500 000 rubles immediately, as well as a tax in 50 000 monthly. [In those days 500 000 rubles was the equivalent of US dollars 20 000; one-bedroom apartment in Moscow worth 5 000 000 rubles, the car cost about one million rubles, average monthly salary in Moscow at that time was 35 000.]

Needless to say, we left this institution in silence in silence, only by the whim of our morals without contacting the police of our Republic [School 56 was a State, and therefore was obliged to take to his children for free, but the money was taken there with the studentscontrary to the law.], although I insisted on turning into this; in the end, we chose the school 737 in our area of ​​relative proximity, where we were registered for a long time, providing me with this delightful adventure described in this work.

Chapter two.

My phenomenon in the educational institution.

At school, I appeared at the appointed time on first September, when I had a chance to get to know my new friends and new enemies with whom I had experienced a lot. The first of the people I will be on my list is Denis Kutuzov[The family is very symbolic: the name of this was Mikhail Kutuzov, the greatest Russian commander of the Napoleonic wars, which, moreover, collected in 1812 by the legendary military Council in Fili village, the site of which is now erected in our district.], a man vulgar in every respect, for he was both a domestic «vulgar», remaining an avenger of Marxism and a supporter of the «new left», although these two of his incarnations were interconnected: domestic vulgarity is very impressed with the idea of ​​a «sexual revolution» of these same opportunists.

So vulgar, however, Denis became later, and at that moment he appeared in front of me as a very tanned black-haired boy, trimmed with a hedgehog, tall, with a tummy, a huge seat and nose, retaining these external qualities to the present day.

Secondly, I will mention MishaStefanko, a man much more humble than I am, and Denis, who at all times kept his neutrality position, beating us all in a game called Survive in School. The third one I will mention is a man of incredibly stupid, spiteful and ugly – Gleb Graham, a rower for hobbies, an American by nationality, and also a boor about life, with whom I had the conflict on the first day, described below. For the time being, we stood on our first joint line and started the first conversation in our life, according to which it was already clear that further relations would follow the absolutely definite trajectory of the ballistic missile flight.

The conversation was not initiated by me, although I wanted to start it, but it started at the will of Misha Stefanko, as soon as Denis approached our company.

- Oh, Dennis, hello! How not slept? – said Misha.

- I did not oversleep – said Denis, rubbing his eyes.

Here I will make a digression, saying that we were all dressed in school uniforms, which were covered with uncovered jackets, – in part this trifle will help you understand the further essence of the conversation.

- Well, you've eaten your belly, Den! – said Misha, touching, lightly knocking Denis on the soft abdomen projecting forward. – You’ve been sitting at the computer all summer, lazy. I told you to move.

- Yes, you said ... – Denis mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. – You yourself, by the way, have eaten your stomach.

Then they found out for a while which of them was the biggest lazy and glutton, until I was not involved, until a certain moment, but this moment came very soon.

- Marat, tell him already! – Misha shouted to me, almost no longer fighting with Denis.

Needless to say, I, being an unrestrained man, besides a retrograde, a reactionary, a moralist burdened by the complex of God, could not refuse a full-fledged intervention, to which I was also called, which Misha himself regretted in a couple of minutes. Of course, I read Denis quite unpleasant and very pretentious speech on the topic of a healthy lifestyle, constantly accusing him of gluttony and laziness, using expressions like these: «Well, it blew you away, Deniska [This is a special «diminutive» form of the name is in Russian.], you are turning into a shapeless mass.» etc. Denis was somewhat embarrassed, somewhat amused, as well as others, but still everyone looked at it quite calmly; Denis calmed down and agreed to draw in his stomach, although it did not last long.

Further ceremonies related to the solemn ruler, I will not describe, confining myself to the best moment in the director's speech: «We had great heroes! They died for their country in terrible tortures, but they still did not give up! Chechens were killed, tortured, raped, and they did not surrender! I want to see all of you like such heroes. Let all of you experience this!». Then there were some lessons from which I remembered so far only what I sang on the Music lesson of «God, save the Tsar», what caused an interesting response from the teacher of this subject, with whom I have norelationship in any way good: «One must think, before,  than singing songs of extremist content!  Is it possible to sing such songs in school at all?!». When I pointed out that the song is not recognized by any body as extremist, that it is well-known and completely revered by the rulers, I was told by the teacher: «Shut your mouth, you moron, and then I'll call the police!». I must say that further this same teacher of music allowed me to make much more interesting things in her lesson, unable to withstand only Horst Wessel, but before that, even the RNU [Russian National Unity is a large nationalist organization, established in 1990 year.]anthem, suffering, reluctantly.

After these lessons, we had a class hour[So Russia called a meeting of the whole class to discuss common issues.], where we were introduced to our class teacher – Alia Sirinovna, whom I kept extremely good memories, for she warmed me like a ray of hope in this darkness (here I deliberately exaggerate – in fact, I was there not bad at all). Acquaintance did not cause any special experiences, because they began to splice after the end of the class hour, which was to continue after the change.During my legal break I went where I thought I would go – to the toilet where I met Denis and Misha sitting on the windowsill and talking to one of the themes of my computer games, which remain a zone of utter ignorance to this day. Having performed all the ceremonies that should have been supposed to happen, and having left already from the cabin, I heard about their desire to talk with me, moreover here, for in the corridor it is too noisy. Considering this reasonable, I agreed to this rather interesting conversation, as it turns out later, and then I will understand how the conversations are conducted here, about what and in what terms.