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When we (spur children to have) turned to 7 years, and we started playing with matches, then set fire to the so-called sulfur. In the doorways in concrete stairs from floor to floor, were deepening in which to insert railings. After installing railings, these places were poured with a viscous liquid, which eventually became the firm. So this was the very gray. In order to burn this sulfur, it was necessary to winkle it out, which we did with incredible tenacity. Ignited it with difficulty and it smelled terrible. Until now, I do not know where we learned that this contraption off, the more so as to set fire to it, not picking, it was simply impossible.

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All the matches were only sold in boxes, glued together from the finest wood veneer and dark-blue paper. Many sellers would not release children to matches, not to mention cigarettes. A view of women smoking in the street was virtually impossible. It almost did not show the finger, and puts the stamp of a woman "of easy virtue". There was no enthusiasm for population-adolescents beer. But each of us engaged in what or sports, painting or music, we read books and certainly something to collect.
At a matchbox sure it was labeled, and the matches were with the head brown. When the match appeared red and green, it was so unusual that such a match trying not to burn, deferring them for later. Some smokers, for beauty, were matches in special aluminum and gilt-cases matchboxes and cigarettes in the cigarette case.
Often at home had nothing to light the gas, as well as matches carried away smokers. Each time he left for work, they were taken from the home box. Exceptions were those smokers who smoked Prima. Tutu "Prima" was worth 14 kopecks, and buying cigarettes was convenient to take just 15 cents
and cigarettes and matches, especially at that time were 15-penny coin. Had to buy elektrozazhigalku, who worked on the 220V.
Sales appeared matches "Household", which differed from the ordinary matches the size of the box. The box was 10 times more than usual and did not have a sliding compartment with matches, and unmasked the top.
Sales appeared matches "Household", which differed from the ordinary matches the size of the box. The box was 10 times more than usual and did not have a sliding compartment with matches, and unmasked the top.

Sales appeared matches "Household", which differed from the ordinary matches the size of the box. The box was 10 times more than usual and did not have a sliding compartment with matches, and unmasked the top. Written "for fun", and thought it interesting how in a relatively short period of time has changed jargon. If you said earlier: "class, cool, hippovo", now - "cool".
In the earliest memories of my father smoked cigarettes "Friend", "Shipka" and "News". They were very short and had the paper pleated filter is white.
And in the early seventies, the market flooded Bulgarian cigarettes - "Rodopi", "Waitress", "Tu-134" and "Opal." The best of the Bulgarian were "BT" - Bulgartabak (called Goby Sidewalk) in a tight pack.


They unsuccessfully tried to compete in our "Space" and compete "Soyuz-Apollo". Very strong, but cheaper, and most importantly - unusual because of the sweet rice-paper made from sugar cane were Cuban cigarettes Legeros "and" Partagas. "
Cigarettes were considered to be good "Capital" in a rigid, but not in the soft pack, "Rostov on Don," and "Our Brand". Most filters in these cigarettes were made from artificial cotton. We have taken out such a filter from a cigarette, put it on the lateral surface of the heel and burned. Filter catch fire and begin to melt. At this point, it had to be put out intact lateral side of the gray from a matchbox, pressing him to heel. After this part, together with the molten sulfur filter remained on his heel, and you could light a match on the heel.
From unfiltered cigarettes were considered good "Prima", "Vatra" and "Astra" (Asthma). The most robust and unimportant cigarettes were "Pamir" and "Black Sea" (popularly called them "poor man in the mountains" and "Death Squadron"). In jokingly said that they consisted only of fertilizer, and "Prima" and "Vatra" except fertilizers and ammonium nitrate, was added another, and tobacco. Occasionally from the Crimea could bring unusual for us, "Golden Beach" Feodosia tobacco factory, well, and it was quite unrealistic to get Marlboros Chişinău tobacco factory.



Best lighters were Ogonyok "and" Vatra ", which were lit as many times as they were lit. But about a beautiful chrome Leningrad lighter "LENEMALER" even invented a proverb, which softened the form was: "Do you want to suffer - buy cigarette lighter" LENEMALER ". Instead, the words "tough love" was another word for sexual relations. Despite the beautiful appearance a month operation she began to light up somewhere once out of ten.
Posted by saying about the lighter and remembered other exordia and jokes, we often densely spoiled his speech. Thus, at whose request something: "Give," we immediately replied: "If you give everyone - get destroyed bed, not knowing and not knowing what this poem has a vulgar meaning, and it generally means. For us it was just ridiculous rhymes. Or an example. If we find somewhere a dead cat or dog, there was a need to say the spell: "knock, knock, knock three times, not my plague, who killed her, and he fell in love. We felt that if it does not say something will happen that something very bad, and generally try to avoid this place.
In the mid-seventies, began to appear occasionally foreign disposable lighters. They were so much better than ours, that the artisans get the hang of them to insert into the valve for refueling, not to throw them. Those who could not do it, even after it ended in a lighter gas, could not throw it away and just kept it. Just a little later "collected" and banks out of imported beer and packs from the cigarettes. Children of the mountains, and only. We were so backward, yes, perhaps, backward, and now that sometimes I just wonder.
Earlier, during the show numerous feature films about the war, I am terribly offended when I heard from the lips of the Nazi expression "rusishe Schwein. Offense until long after the end of our navigator's school in 1981 did not get distribution in Germany. I saw that there, in phone booths! lie quietly telephone directories. I saw that in the toilets at railway stations and cinemas are so clean and smells of lemon, that though tea race. Once seen, I began to understand that as it may be bitter, but the truth in this expression is. Also, looking at foreign films, I'm surprised that, having come from the street into the house, they did not take off their shoes, and thought that it was they were pigs. And they just do not spit or blow their noses to the ground under his feet, and the streets clean and no debris. These streets are cleaned every night and vacuum cleaners. But there is not purely from the constant cleanings, but because no debris. The thing is education. We all, parents tell children that they care and only the green light crossed the road. And themselves, when they cross the road with the same child, looking left to right, cross the road and through red lights. As a result, the child is delayed in mind that the red light to cross the road you can still only be, or grow, or look around. I lived in Germany for five years and I firmly know that the Germans would never agree to a red light, even if the road is completely empty. And it concerns all. Can not be cultured and uncultured in one another. Culture is exactly the same thing as the pregnancy - either it is or not. To my deep regret, and my parents were dragging on the red light, and five years of life in Germany could not make me a cultured person.

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Of course, one can not tell you about agitploschadkah. In the middle of the quarter, Shevchenko of boards was hit by a small stage at the end of which rises vertically, painted in white paint a wooden wall. This wall replaces a screen on which field equipment for projecting films. Front of the stage were dug in the ground about two dozen shops without backs. In the summer, on Saturdays, about seven o'clock, to agitploschadke rode the bus with "artists". His parents sent us to "round up" to learn that the film would be today. Many residents were moved up to a quarter ago agitploschadke. Pasterns came in advance to take their seats on benches, but the men later, the film itself, the show which begins at nightfall. Every amateur talent of a company gave a concert. At the same time for the kids were some competitions or quizzes, which were played out various toys. And while the prizes were penny, we are still very happy after winning toy. Then there was the movie.
Along with all the film and watched a couple of patrols with red armbands MAN - voluntary people's squads. The people called them a mixture of Russian and Ukrainian languages - Te Ne Te - just not at home. These were 2.3 colleagues, who were strolling in the evenings on crowded places and pretended to keep order. Several such duty relied day off.
There was a smell of wine and cigarettes from the area surrounding the men, the film was hackneyed and constantly straining, and all shouted in unison: "Shoemakers!" Most often, they brought a film about how the pilot during underwater shooting wounded a shark, and the little boy had to get him on a plane and itself cause the aircraft to the airport of departure. Apparently films obtained in the same place, choose had nothing, and various projectionists chose one and the same film. But sometimes there were also those movies that we have not seen. It was very well yet and the fact that, despite the darkness and we are still very small age (5-7-10 years), the parents knew where we are and allow us to watch the movie. I still do not know why such activities were conducted. Perhaps campaigned to work on a particular company?

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In the summer we were very fond of building huts in the yard. For this, we carried out of the house, what is covered and all sorts of things that you can do sort of what a shelter. We brought with them and a variety of food. Cleaned cooked hard-boiled eggs, cucumber cut into two parts, on the cut surface of the cruciate incision was made with a knife, sprinkle with salt, and half rubbing against each other - all, as in adults. And what is interesting. The fact that we did not like to eat at home, on the street was eaten with great pleasure. However, I do not know what would happen to the borscht. In early childhood I have had problems with it - I could not eat up a borscht thick.
We often went on hikes. The school announced in advance that such and such a day off we go to hike. We came with backpacks stuffed with food and bottles of lemonade, they took with them balls, badminton and other games and go somewhere out of town with two or three teachers. We were dressed in athletic knit pants, a cloth hanging on his knees (as if talking with hanging knees) and sneakers. Only the first day, after washing, the pants still somehow managed to keep the shape. Later bloomers replaced jeans. The subject of hot discussions were backpacks. Best was regarded as a backpack with the most wide straps and the maximum number of pockets and karabinchikov.



Subjected to discussion and sleeping bags, and sneakers, and lanterns and canteens, and other camp equipment. Some were and compasses, however, they never used, but wanted to have it all. There was no family in which there had not been at least a day backpack.
In 1973, the parents changed their apartment and moved to the street. Karl Marx, the house number 9. My father told me that after the war they lived on the street. Voroshilov in the basement apartment, and he passed the house of Karl Marx, then could not imagine that someday he would live here. Then he thought that in this house lived almost gods.
I went to study in the 7-A class of school № 30. Class teacher there was a physics teacher Fedorchenko Valentin (underground name "Pencho"). Campaigns have become not only a pastime for the city, but also acquired a thematic focus. Valentin was a young teacher, and we were in first class, to which he was appointed to the class teacher. He was a bachelor, and a lot of free time spent with us. Being a fan of Tourism and Art, he tried to entertain us this. He "knocked" by bus companies, where the leaders of our parents worked, so-called mentoring, and drove us to the places of military glory. We went to Krasnodon, Molodogvardejsk and Rovenky on Mius - front, Saur-tomb and do not remember where. We were engaged and we are looking for the tomb of the unknown soldier. Backbone of the group, never missed a single trip, were Igor Makogonenko, Volodya Kovganets, Vladik Mishin, Sergey Reznik, Oleg Rodchenko, Gena Zagora, Gena Chmerenko and myself. One time we even carried out the exhumation, hoping to find the Order of the buried man there.
And all this formally, through the recruitment office, sanitation, village council and other institutions. The fact that the Order was there, we were told women that the war and buried the officer. We would like to number the order, through the archives of the Ministry of Defense, to know that the officer was buried there, and find his relatives.
There was no transport - journeyed by train. We met with Oleg Koshevogo mother, brother Tretyakevich and even with someone from the Young Guard, unfortunately, can not remember with whom. But all this is not passed in vain, and that of our class all went normal, decent people - in this great achievement of our class teacher.
After a campaign under his leadership, we did another
wall newspaper on the floor, walls with lots of photos. And what do big wall newspaper? This means not hang out in the evenings on the streets without work, and work in school and be supervised.
A day - two whole wall newspaper of envy was already ischerkana and paint the kids from parallel classes, which are much less likely to go hiking.

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But more about children's envy. In the tenth grade, I wore a coat of my grandfather, who was with him before the war. He sewed very good and well preserved.
With astrakhan collar and lining Pyzhikova looking very cool and unusual. And although the lining had to sew from time to time, as she always yearned and hung in tatters, I liked to wear it. Much later, twenty years later, at an evening meeting of graduates, I learned from Oleg Rodchenko that the lining is not straining, but they tore it with Volodya Kovgantsom and Vladik Mishin, because they did not have a coat.
Y Vladik Mishina father taught at Voroshilovgrad mashinstitute. As any intelligent person, he could make fun of themselves, deceive with relatives and friends. Once home, he stuck to his bald forehead just above the arrow on the suction cup from the child's bow, and, pacing the apartment, home assured that he was a unicorn. Imagine his surprise when, after removing the arrows, he saw a perfectly smooth round trail dark - brown, which remained on his head. It seemed that on his forehead, he was placed bank and stood there for at least a day. A lecture that students should read. And he sealed the plaster mark crosswise. Vladik, of course - the same, and told all of us. We laughed and forgotten. But when a couple of days the father Vlad came to parent-teacher meeting with a plaster on his forehead, and we are hanging out under the door to class, saw him, we burst. We looked away and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a fit of laughter. But once again saw the glare of his wildly rolling eyes and a fist, which Vlad showed us, holding it behind his back, we laughed with renewed vigor.

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Sometimes schools have carried out the collection of scrap metal and waste paper, and did so mainly junior classes. Near schools, on any platform with convenient access, there was couple of teachers, which the eye determines the value of a metal object, which we brought. The subject was determined in one of two piles. A large pile of scrap metal was black, but with a little color. Per kilogram subject of non-ferrous metals were recorded ten times - ten kilograms. I remember with what tenacity bordering on stupidity, we dragged two duralumin scrap metal bins from the cinema "Cosmos" to secondary school № 14. For us they were very heavy in weight, and all the way (more than a kilometer), we rolled them. We could not stop them, because they were from non-ferrous metal and we have recorded for them very much. The teacher, standing on the acceptance of metal, does not allow them to pass on the whole, as well as they were intact. We had the corner to break these boxes and take to another teacher, resulting in our class took first place. Scrap metal tried to make the system competitive. Competitions were held between the links, classes and schools. Interschool competition results, we learned two or three days and, depending on the results, something happy or sad. And if the collection of scrap specially terminated a couple of lessons, from the waste paper was easier. She had to bring with you when you go to class. Those who did not bring waste paper within an hour had to bring her. It was enough to run around the porch, knock on some doors and you were loaded with bundles of old newspapers and magazines.
As for the competition, then ...
"Socialist competition - it nationwide. The country can not be any working group, not involved in the system of socialist competition. That is why the priority of our own Communist Party is the involvement in the socialist competition as much as possible the work collectives ... "- like, believe it or not, but this nonsense just for fun, I had memorized the lesson of social science in ninth grade, got it for five, and I remember until now.
Get the trash was not a problem because of the huge subscriptions to newspapers and magazines. Only our family at various times subscribed for us with Olya: newspaper "Pioneer Pravda, magazines Murzilka", "Fun", "Young Naturalist", "Fire", "Pioneer", "Around the world», «Zeitung» on German. Setting and adult magazines: "Twinkle", "Mir", "Star", "Youth", "Science and Life", "worker", and many others. Some days not intermeddle mail in the mailbox, and stuck around the box. One of the Literary Gazette, with its famous 16-th page, took the whole box. Subscription was relatively inexpensive, and most importantly, every day something new. And, despite the large number of the press, we are constantly quarreling with Olga, who will be the first to read one, or a magazine. Before the holidays, parents thought someone and what a holiday should congratulate and considered how many cards to buy.
Selection and purchase of cards was entrusted us with Olga, and signed by their parents. Then, not everyone had phones, and greeting postcard or telegram were very popular. Telegrams of the addressee receives it on the form that the post office ordered the sender.
I do not think that the parents were forced to do a large number of subscriptions, even know for sure that they voluntarily signed, but was in a different way. When in 1981 I graduated from our school navigator (VVVAUSH them. Proletariata Donbass), the distribution has got to serve in Germany, the airfield Köthen. I and two pilots lived in one-room bachelor apartment. Under the current situation then unwritten, every officer and Communist (and nearly all the officers were Communists) had to write one military and one party newspaper, and one military and one party journal. I have somewhere said it was wrong, and that since we live in an apartment, how would your family, then we do not need three party newspapers with three magazines and three military newspaper with three magazines.
It came to the political officer of the regiment Colonel Timofeeva. And since that time, he spent two years propesochival me at all Party meetings, because I misunderstood the policy of the Party and government in the subscription.

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On summer holidays, parents often drove me to the village, to his grandmother on the maternal line. Grandfather died in the war in Miussky smoothly - it knocked down by a bullet from the raft in the night battle at the crossing of more then Mius. He was the first tractor in the village (still on the tractor Frabzon), then Secretary of District Party Committee on Agriculture, and the war - Commissioner of the guerrilla unit "For the Motherland" and his reward is still stored in the corner of a museum dedicated to him with. Pokrovsky. The village is located in the Rostov region, at Taganrog, where the war were terrible fights, and along the river stood Mius Mius-front. Grandmother was a small adobe house of two rooms, covered with reeds.
Adobe bricks have done so. On the appointed day to the construction site (the local dialect is called to beat it) was going to the floor of the street, and all the neighbors male with children churned feet wet clay mixed with straw. Sometimes on the clay under the bridle horses were taken. The resulting mixture stuffed special forms for large bricks. From forms of bricks were removed still quite raw and laid out in rows on the grass under the sun until completely dry. Dry them for weeks, depending on the weather. First time I kneaded herself in the age of six. I worked with Uncle Volodya, my mother and brother lived with her grandmother, a great lover of such constructions due subsequent to the construction site of abundant feast.
Of those brick house generate exceptionally warm and durable. Village Pokrovskoe Mius located on the river, and many streets have a large deviation in its direction. I quickly made friends with local kids. After heavy rains, we ran along a bubbling brook along the street and collected washed from the land of ammunition. Bullets were of various sizes and calibers. Given that it was in 1966, ie after the war was already twenty-one, one can only wonder what an incalculable number of rounds of ammunition were lying in the neighborhood.
Each of us had a large collection of cartridges, which we carefully hid from both adults and from each other.
Bullets were everywhere, and in the gully, in which rested the end of the garden, and in the garden, and even in the fence of the marl, which screened the yard from the street. Then I could not understand exactly how the bullets hit the thin gaps between the stones. The cracks were so narrow that there barely squeezed my little palm. Only much later I realized that the post-war children to have had somewhere to hide ammunition. At my cousins, Sasha and Kolya's collections were more impressive. First, they were much older than me and had the opportunity prosherstit nearby neighborhood about ten years earlier than I did. Second, they first lived, and then stayed with my grandmother for months from year to year, not as I arrived - the first time and two to three weeks. So, among their peers in "collections" can often be found weapons and armor. It is not clear one - where it all gone?


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My father told me that in the first 50 years at the railway station, in order to hold someone up to the car, we had to buy so-called platform ticket. Only if such a ticket could go to the platform. The platform was surrounded by a fence, and stood at the entrance to the controller and the policeman from the road police. For me this was no longer there, and the cars could go free. Especially interesting to meet people who were returning from the south. As in the Crimea and the Caucasus fruits were much cheaper than in Voroshilovgrad (!), Then all those who rest on the Black Sea, brought with them with figs and grapes, and peaches with quince and even pears. To do this, in the south were sold specially made of a thin plywood and wire boxes with big slits, very strong and light. And when the train at the same time leaving a stream of people with the same box, it looked interesting.
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Soccer late 60's in Voroshilovgrad was not just football, and soccer with a capital letter. Stadium "Avangard" was always packed. Then he could accommodate 40000 people, and not 26000, as now. "Dawn", with the advent of coaching Zorina, confidently stayed at the top of the table. Year in 1971, when the boys rabbits crept into the stadium to look at another football game "Dawn" Vorochilovgrad, I casually glanced at the opposite platform and was very surprised. I saw thousands of hands, constantly raised to the face and fell again. That thousands of fans, two half-time in a row plus break cracked seeds. I think for one match eaten several bags. On the approaches to the stadium from all sides were grandmothers selling seeds. 5 kopecks a large glass, 3 kopeks small, and children to have a penny give a handful of sunflower seeds.

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When I was thirteen years old, my parents bought me my first guitar. Playing the guitar while it was very fashionable. Gradually I learned to play fairly well, and though the guitar I have no life for them I had a dozen. In free sale of guitars was not, and when they appeared in the store, they immediately pulled down. Due to high demand, the industry had been issued with Guitar IRON! buildings pearl blue. It was a masterpiece Minmuzproma. Neither of which acoustics, of course - the same could be no question. But this guitar was worth 7.50 instead of 13.50 or 18 rubles. Some guys have installed on conventional guitar sound receiver, which themselves were made of tubes, separated from phones - automata, and as a result of receiving an electric guitar. Others, myself included, attaches to the guitar and did additional pins dvenadtsatistrunku buy that it was quite unrealistic. In all schools, vocational schools, institutes and factories produce thousands of vocal and instrumental ensembles. Guitars, ENIC, drummer. In the Pioneer room, which was located in a former bomb shelter in the basement of our house on Karl Marx Street 9, was also created ensemble. Old - prestaroe piano, on which a hundred years did not play anything but a dog of a waltz, it was instantly transformed into a Harpsichord with stationery buttons pinned on hammers in those places where the hammers hit the strings. The old electric plant identified "20 years of October", the patronage of the Pioneer room, and who owned the house. Thank God that on the Pioneer room lived alcoholics Paradise and Vanya, who, either before which was not the case in addition to its permanent squabbles and fights. Normal people might simply go mad from the terrible noise, which we call music.
Unchanged by our companions were radios. We caught the Voice of America, "BBC News", "Freedom" or any other radio station on which one could listen to foreign music.
And when there were portable tape recorders "Mayak", "Spring" and "Electronics", we never parted with them. The only pity is that they constantly zazhevyvali film, and that quickly landed batteries. We are constantly checking on the indicator on the recorder, for a long time I have enough batteries. Batteries the longer served as quietly playing the recorder. When the batteries just sat down, we insert them between the door and transom, and quietly closed the door, slightly flatten them. Once we were both stabbed Olya walnuts. Indicator again began to show stress, and the tape began to work, but quite long, a maximum of half an hour. On the portable magnetic tape in the cassette is not straining, but only stretched, winding on rollers, but the tape "Svema" for stationary tape sixties and seventies was straining constantly. Father glue it with acetic acid. The fracture he carefully trimming scissors, greased on both tape of acid and applied to each other. Few seconds, and you're done. Acetic acid is then sold in bottles trihedral grams per one hundred and fifty - two hundred, closed natural cork and overflowing with wax. I remember that the deficit was passik for the recorder - a small rubber belting.
In the evening we went for a walk. Warm summer evenings the boys and girls gathered in our courtyard gazebo and listen to good music. Listen, chest tightening and a beating heart in anticipation of something big and bright, and ahead was infinite. Front was all over, you still unexplored life, a life that had only just begun, and the whole world in this life was just for you ...

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I have not written about fixer, dishes and a red lamp in the bathroom, about throwing in small ships sailing from the shell of walnuts in the spring creeks. About Czech, platform shoes, galoshes with a red heart, knocking about clogs with wooden soles. About mittens hanging from the sleeves on elastics of cowards. About Roma cockerel and a star on a stick, on the first sweet cotton. About traveling menagerie. On scooters. About Pioneer dawn "in the mornings and mandatory feature film after the end of the program" Time "in 21.30.
On match Sulfur, sandwiched between two bolts in a nut. About how you can hollow out a nail hole in the asphalt, fill it from the gray matches, insert a nail into the same hole and throw a brick on top. On cartridges from melkashki from bin DOSAAFskogo shooting range on the tram rails. The fact that you can very gently break the Christmas cracker, drawn from her two cardboard circles with gray in the middle, put this "firecracker" in a crowded unlighted place and wait until someone comes at him.
On the metallic purses for little things with spring compartments for coins. On the string bag and plastic handles for these avosek not to hurt your hands if string bag heavy. About cushion for needles, hanging on the wall in my grandmother's room. On the first supermarket - Voroshilovgrad grocery store - the largest supermarket that time in Ukraine. For information on how the two Chinese lanterns to make one, but the long, four batteries, and that is the best torch is the one with the smallest point, and that more "hits". I did not write that you can keep the bike shop, not fearing that his hijacking of the time, until you buy bread. On the game Zarnitsa in the pioneer camp with a sewn paper star on his chest and the tears when she tore, and thus "kill" your opponent. On the night procession with torches to the Pioneer fire.
How wonderful smells carbide and how it burns, puffing in a puddle. The fact that even before we cud chewing gum with fruit trees. On trees with tissue paper - about five near the school, and three near the cemetery - and it all boys quarter Shevchenko.
On the first plastic bags with drawings, whether imported from Poland, or from Georgia. On the makeshift burlap bags with deposited through a stencil portraits Boyarsky and Lennon. On summer work camps in the collective and "working out" in school.

The fact that the river Seversky Donets could catch minnows for frying.
On the black spots on the ceilings in the school toilets on prilyapannyh to the whitewashed and burnt matches.
Remember porcelain fish in the cupboard almost every apartment, stove and stoves, wash-stands and rocker arm with his grandmother in the village. Small flags pinned to his lapel at demonstrations and metal knobs with a hammer and sickle on the pole banners. Cast iron irons on the gas kamforke. Beds with spring mesh and nickel-plated balls in the back. Cloth pads for small needles.
Attempts to deceive the shop assistant, giving her instead dvadtsatikopeechnoy three-kopeck coins, previously rubbed her mercury and putting her arms up.
Remember the lottery for a penny in the evening, a terrible dentistry with a constant word "remove", licked his childhood in watercolor because of the name "Honey". Printed by Carbon Copy "Heart of a Dog" Bulgakov, non-existent now, astronomy lessons of drawing and sketching with leather on the outside and velvet inside. Wooden ruler, which we spoiled, arranging them fighting, as saber.
White-blue rolls of black caps for toy pistols. Toy pump action shotguns with traffic jams on the fishing line instead of bullets, break in two for charging. Complete absence of toilet paper. Lack of advertising on television. Stationery bills from vendors and strung on standing stand-spoke white and purple checks. Hot bread, loaders are released directly from the trays of bread machine in bringing, in the store. Mechanical adding machine "Iron Felix", the sound of typewriters under the windows of institutions and the sound of dominoes in the courts in the evenings. Refrigerators Zim "and" Dnepr "with a handle-lever, and who do not - the meat in a string bag for the winter window. Flexible small blue records from the magazine "horizon".
Rubik's Cube in the late 70's and early 80's. Parcels caked in red-brown wax plywood boxes with a ragged rope. Manneken Pis on the toilet door. The first ballpoint pens with constantly flowing paste it in your pocket.
And receive free rent at a time? A meager rent and utilities? And almost free nurseries and kindergartens? All the sports section - it's free! And Pionerlager almost a month for a penny! And you want - on the second thread! And gasoline at 8.12 cents per liter!
Health, schools, institutions - for free! And the virtual absence of street children and homeless people!
A pride in that you live in this country!!
I have not written about many little things very simple - each of its and the same for all. Think of yourself sounds, smells, things and feelings that happy time. Because of these very small things and was our whole life ...

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