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

- Well, how are you doing sports? –Misha asked me, chewing a chocolate bar.

- No, I do not, although I attended regular classes on aikido a few years ago, but they have long neglected employment in school issues, of which there are so many now. – I answered in my usual style.

- I see... – Misha drawled with some anguish. – I'm not doing anything either.

- I also. – said Denis.

- You did not do anything before. You are generally a bummer. – Misha remarked to him. – You're lying on the couch all day! – answered him Denis.

- Yes... – smiling, and not without irony answered Denis.

- And you, Marat? – asked Misha, turning his cheeky face to me.

- I'm also far from ideal in this matter… – I said with a fair amount of embarrassment.

- Do you have a press? – Denis asked me.

- Was earlier. – I answered.

- Me too! – said Misha. – And Den had... But now...

At that moment Misha raised his shirt, revealing to everyone his tummy, yet not too big, but already quite noticeable: it was evident that he had had a press before, but in the absence of training and when he overcame the abundant food with fat and weakened, although one could still guess about his former existence. Denis also raised his shirt, showing his belly for our review: Denis's stomach was much stronger – it was evident that he had not given much time to physical stresses, and therefore even if the press really was with him, hedisappeared for a long time.

- Yes, I'm fatness. – said Misha, holding his hand for a thick layer of fat on his stomach.

- You too, Denis. – he continued, gently fixing a finger in his belly.

Finger slowly began to press on the surface, moving farther into the fatty deposits of the interlocutor, which triggered a response from Denis in a couple of seconds, which did not surprise me too much. I also lifted my shirt and showed my belly to two new acquaintances, who at once looked at him with their eyes and switched that a little embarrassment confused me.

- How long did your stomach grow? – Misha asked, stuffing a chocolate in his mouth.

- That year. Finally in the hot summer on holiday he swam. – I answered.

- I also. – said Misha. – Over the summer five kilograms of extra scored. Will you clean up your stomach? Do you play sports? Continued Misha's questioning.

- No, laziness to me. – I answered. – I will not.  And you?

- No, probably: I'm already very unaccustomed to the loads, it will be hard for me, and after all, I'm normal without sports. I feel great!

- I too will not! – put in the word Denis. – And how many times do you press?

- Twenty five. – I gave the answer. – And you?

- As many. – answered Denis.

- Damn, you and you weaklings: even I can do thirty-five! – said Misha.

Further we measured biceps, which only Misha still had a relative firmness, and Denis and I were soft and weak, overgrown with fat; next we stand tired, sitting on the windowsill, and then deciding to see who has the belly folds better: all three of us fat formed three thick fat folds, which Denis was all fuller. After that we left the lavatory, which in modern schools serves many conversations for many more than for the dispatch of natural needs. Next, I, perhaps, should describe the conflict between me and Gleb, but before that I am obliged to you more reliably describe this comrade, which in many cases still causes only negative emotions.

Gleb was already a man of almost two meters height, weighing more than sixty pounds, with very large and strong legs, a hare's lip, ugly, unlike some representatives, with puffy cheeks, a rustic bang [Rustic bangs – as in Russia called ugly straight bangs, which we considered a sign of uneducated country person; in the Russian Empire these the bangs worn by a prostitute.], bulging eyes that looked as if  he was always scared to death, as well as a completely rude mind.  His speech was rather strange and completely disgusting to me at that time, for I was accustomed to this kind of explanation of thoughts, as is done in this work, but onlytransferred to the oral form. I had to start talking about the physical form in the first place, and about the way of life in the second – these two topics, in the broadest interpretation, most troubled the minds of my generation, followed by right and left politics, and only later everything else.

Once again, Denis blamed himself for his vices, which he himself admitted, eating a sweet roll with poppy seeds (not opium), washing it down with sweet, sparkling water, for this man, accustomed to such a situation since childhood, did not care that his own friends discussed it with him in the most unpleasant details. After making a few more expressions about Denis, and finally noticing that in the appropriate physical form was not only him, but Misha and Gleb, who just as willingly ate confectionery, did not fail to remind them about it. Misha was at all times a convinced conformist, for which I sincerely appreciated his wisdom, though uncomplicated, but still very effective, and therefore he patted himself on the protruding belly, agreed, while still chewing, while Gleb reacted completely  it is inadequate, as if the director of the 710-th school, who hadread us a speech about «cattle» and «personalities» in response to a request to be received: he began to attack me with a message, as if I myself am.Despite the fact that Gleb was right to a very great extent, he nevertheless very quickly began to pronounce frank delusions, stating that my mother was a prostitute and alcoholic, that I was a sadistic serial killer, etc. In response, I composed a police and quite disgusting for Gleb's libel in verse, which he wished not to quote, although there were no abusive expressions in him, which had such an evil reaction that I could hardly resist the hot hand of my offender. To complain, however, I did not run, but the latter, saying that I attacked him and almost demanded his closeness, which gave rise to my first public conflict in this institution.

Chapter three.

Full-fledged acquaintance with the collective.

All the time of the first weeks I got acquainted with the collective that was given to me by determinism, honestly trying to find common ground with him for further friendship, although this was not always possible. Perhaps, now I will present you portraits of the bigger part of my class, especially that part of it that I did at least for the further development of events, starting, of course, with a more detailed description of what is already known.

Denis was from the family that is currently in divorce, besides his «former» father – the coach of thesports hall [So in Russia called fitness clubs.], and the present – the engineer, which in some way and the son itself was reflected; but this also gave rise to the very often repeated joke of our wits, concerning «the two fathers of Denis»,and that he supposedly «is like everything in Hollan» [In Russia people associate the Netherlands with non-traditional sexual relations and hemp more than other countries.]. Denis always came in school uniform to school, although his attitude to it was more than critical, which, as I found out later, had a very serious basis, but about them later.