Читать книгу 📗 "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ) - Нигматулин Марат "Московский школьник""
- Yes, I would look at myself! – Denis almost shouted, poking Misha there.
- Marat, tell him! – said Misha to me, hoping for support.
At that moment I had already changed from my trousers to shorts and removed my shirt, but I had not yet put on my sports shirt, so I went up to Denis with a naked torso, poked it with my finger in the belly and said: «Misha is right, Denis: you really have extra fat.».
«By the way, you too!» – answered Denis, pointing at my belly, rather round and soft, as, however, and all present. Further our conversation was interrupted by a mob of savage barbarians, who entered the locker room, consisting of representatives of the fifth class «B» [In Russia each class will be assigned not only the number, also a specific letter, though until recently the classes «A» was the best, class «B» – worse, etc.] – the most reactionary part of the then students of our glorious institution. Within a few seconds we heard the abominable abusive abuse that came from the mouths of these unpleasant personalities, with whom, in truth, we were not really considered then, which was understandable given their poormoral and intellectual level. People were at that time a completely low-lying state, which I, and some other enlighteners, managed to finally raise to a more tolerable, and often even very significant, level, but all this will happen in future times. In the meantime, we, that is me, Misha and the belated Gleb, although staying in the rather reactionary roar of reactionaries, changed their clothes and went out into the cold gym filled with fresh air, lining up with the girls on the line.
Perhaps, if a descendant or a foreigner does not understand what I am talking about now, I must explain to him that in Russian schools of my century children in front of physical education were built in one rank by their height for discipline. It turned out that the hall will be divided between us and the fifth class, and if in the latter we will be leading our best physical education teacher – Comrade Moskalenko, who started the service even under the young years of Brezhnev [1960-1970-th years.], then we will have Julia Nikolayevna, and therefore the lessons will differ radically. The lesson of Moskalenko always resembled the training of special forces, and therefore was much more useful for its participants, while the teacher himself was simply adored, although he was quite strict, while the occupation of Yulia Nikolaevna resembled a dance section, which, in essence , and was in a veiled form. While the fifth class was engaged in push-ups, swings of abdominal muscles, squats, etc., we learned a new dance for another stupid sketch that was to be presented one of the contests of this kind of folk art. Since we do not need to perform routine movements for the sketch, in which we boys will not have to participate, we very soon sat down on the bench and began our conversation about the state of affairs in Russian education.
- And here it is always, or is this situation ordinary for you? – asked Misha.
- We always have physical education: the girls prepare a room, and we sit and do nothing. – Misha answered dryly, taking out the phone and starting the game.
Since I have never played computer games, and I'm not going to do that, I was left only with the opportunity to think about the state of affairs here and generally in the world; I thought a little about the philosophy of Nietzsche.
The lesson was very soon over, so we went to a change, after which another one was waiting for us, but then Moskalenko saw us, who thought it necessary to tell Misha how much he lost his sporting form over the summer, turning into a plump lazy, words and me, after which we went out into the corridor. There, Denis has already collapsed on a bench, eating a pack of chips, looking at us like idiots who went to a completely useless business while laughing at our stupid state. The second lesson was absolutely in the same rhythm, although from it I extracted a few valuable for the satirical book of the moments. Our physical education teacher resembled such a character of a well-known book and the cartoon film of the same name, like Humorist U[Humorist U – one of the main characters of the novel of the Soviet and Russian science-fiction writer Kir Bulychev (1934-2003) «Alice's Journey». The novel enjoyed enormous success in adolescents of the USSR, and therefore in 1981 based on it was filmed cartoon «Mystery of the third planet». Humorist U is a very thick and cunning pirate, featuring the incredible meanness.], almost completely repeating his habits and even the manner of clothing. Julia Nikolayevna always wore only tight things, having at the same time a weight of more than one hundred and fifty kilograms, with an increase of about 160 cm, which made her especially amusing, especially at the moment of dancing. She was constantly yelling: «We move our asses, girls, move!».
While shaking with her huge body, shaking like a jelly, but for a moment never stopping to move and reproach the girls for their laziness and, what was especially funny, imaginary fullness. For a long time, especially thanks to the insignificant dances of Yulia Nikolaevna, in our school there was a song among the children «I'm a rocket» [This is an extremely stupid Russian pop-song that in our country only listen to stupid teenage girls.], so mediocre and vile to my ear that I spent a lot of time to teach my fellow citizens the correct and melodic marches and songs of Hitlerjugend and Pioneeria [Pioneeria – is the popular name of the main children's organization of the Soviet Union under the Communist party, which was officially called the all-Union Leninist Communist Union of youth (Всесоюзный ленинский коммунистический союз молодежи – ВЛКСМ). The organization itself was divided into three stages: October-children (the youngest children); the Pioneers (children of teenage age) and Komsomol (young men). The organization left a lot of good combatant of songs that are very reminiscent of songs of the Hitler youth and simular organizations in Spain and Italy.], in any way, however, without trying to balance them.
So we, actually, most of the time and sat without any cause, while the girls were doing physical exercises after the lessons, and so all the boys of our class swam fat, doing nothing and weaning from physical exertion. I remember that back in early September, we had a couple of lessons on the street, where we also sat on the bench in the same way and did nothing, enjoying the last warm rays of the sun from year to year.I began to grumble again that we boys were deprived of physical education, to which Denis replied: «What do not you like? Living with us – аt least where: sit on a bench, grow your ass!».
Chapter five.
The first lesson of social studies.
[In Russia in all grades from the fifth to the eleventh obligatory social studies (Обществознание), the program which consists of scraps of various humanitarian Art's and represents something completely unintelligible.Students typically do not take this subject seriously, and adults it is often criticized that the textbooks are very often found absolutely wild delirium.]
On this episode, which determined all my further existence in the school institution, I should stop looking more closely and denser, for it is interesting in itself, and is closely connected with others, and here is an impressive part of my philosophical and political program. It is necessary first to say to which remarkable person was entrusted the management of this and some other subjects in my class, and how much this person influenced the formation of my views from all sides.
