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Alexander Gremitskih:
"On the fiftieth anniversary venerable father, the artist Nikolai Gorlov told how he came to the colony Makarenko, and then immediately to the institute:" I arrived in Moscow on the roof boxcar-month in May. Sun is shining and the air, then cold. I freezed the whole . I remember crying on the platform, stepping barefoot on the warm boards. Heat, well, screwing up her eyes like a cat with pleasure. Suddenly, the back of the shoulder - the heavy cotton paw! I turned around - Mother of God! Security officers, I - run! I was caught - and colony to Makarenko. There's something I'm addicted to drawing.
Comes to us once a colony of Gorky. Brings with him Romain Rolland and his wife. I looked, and the Frenchman lucky red bochata on such a rich reddish-brown prinaytovany Maidan. Very much I liked them. And then the French bourgeois explicit. Blood, I suppose, how much, bastard, drank from theirs proletariat! In general, the class of the reasons I decided to expropriate the clock. Yes, Vladimir, this is not your wallet? "- He says to his father.
- My.
- And that he was there, lying on the table?
- Yes I have it in his pocket was a ...
- Never mind, let lie down until. So, I decided to Romain Rolland on the time to look. A clock-then and there! Collects all of us here Makarenko and quiet so sad to say, "What are you, my friends, again to the old? Worse than that, you know, no self-respecting thief in the guest will not take anything. Try to find out who did it, I will not, but I give you three minutes to watch was in place. Otherwise I will assume that all our efforts here in vain, and need to close the commune. " Took from his pocket a silver "Moser", opens the lid and puts on a tree stump. I felt ashamed that I am a lousy person, and the comrades because I bear the stain. I took, and after a minute and a quarter so neatly laid Rolland watch back in his pocket, even a chain fastened. Since then, not once did not take someone else's. Yes, Volodya, but where's your wallet? Just then, lying on the table!. How? Again you have in your pocket? Well, all right. And then you know. The colony was izokruzhok. There often people came and gave us lessons in drawing, BV Johansson. He invited me to college. And so there I am with you all sitting around the table, and got to know. "