"I was born into the sixtieth ..." Nostalgic tale

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Alexander Tulchinsky.

I was born in SIXTIETH ...

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Where were you this morning? - Asked Cora.
- You know, cleaning up the attic.
- Dreaming of old junk. I did not hear any sound. I thought maybe you got there and no ...
... - And you know, the Koran, that the thing attic? - He said with enthusiasm.
- Each attic - this is a time machine in her stupid old people like me can go on for forty years ago, at the blessed time when all the year round cloudless summer and kids eats ice cream. Do you remember how delicious it was ice cream? You still wrapped in his handkerchief. Smacked once and snow, and cloth ...

Ray Bradbury. "The smell of sarsaparilla.

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One day on my work (in an antique shop) went two young guys. I told them a long time and in detail about something told me and they asked me how I know all this. I just lived in it. They themselves do this, simply could not know at the end of the twentieth century, everything changed so quickly, that what yesterday seemed a simple and eternal, now simply vanished altogether and forever. This applies to all - and the social order, and the people and things that surround us. In short, write, and then we will see. This does not in any way an autobiography, just on the background of an ordinary family life of our ordinary civil engineers, I am much easier to describe objects and events of that time. It's just the memories of those things and people who surrounded me yesterday. I'm not saying that everything was just so. This is just my present perception of that happy time, which is called childhood. And while I have described took place in Luhansk (Voroshilovgrad), I think that all this was in any other city in the USSR. Well, God!

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I was born in Lugansk, January 9, 1960, and from early childhood, remember almost nothing. I remember that terribly proud of his date of birth, and whenever I could say to his friends that he was born in Bloody Sunday (shot demonstrating workers in 1905). The only thing that I did not like the date of his birth, so this is what the next day at school ended with a winter vacation, and a holiday falls immediately immersed in everyday life. The first memories begin in the 64-m, when our family (I am with my sister Olya, grandmother and retired parents - civil engineers) received a two-bedroom apartment in the Khrushchev era in the quarter, Shevchenko, which had moved from the basement apartment at the Voroshilov Street. From the crane was hot and cold water, a gas heating.
Toilet - not some wooden shack in the garden, a real-equipped bathroom with a white enamel bath. Bathe in this bath, but not in the pelvis - it was just a miracle. Parents did not have to carry water from the column for a hundred meters, use the stove with coal.
I understand that all known in comparison, and all that in 1964 led to joy, now heavily outdated, poobnosilos and is not joy but sorrow and sadness. And the hefty stone that lay near the house, peregorazhivaya vehicles travel, and where I vozyukal back and forth a toy car, it appears to me not long ago to the waist and below the knee. And the mailboxes in the entrance, which previously were bursting from the mail, now crammed with debris and the regular election leaflets. And the house itself is now called the Khrushchev era to the scornful shade. All the same right those who say that you can not return there, where once you were good, especially since many of the people who surrounded me there, long gone. And never in the evening I never shouted from the balcony in the warm summer darkness: "Sasha, go home!" And I'd better get back to that distant "good" is not reality, but in his memoirs, where still alive and well, and you very rarely say the word "remember" and "it" and think only of the fact that "will". I close my eyes and I see myself as a small four-year boy with blond hair, who is standing at a locked cupboard with sweets and stroking his smooth brown side of his palm.
I do not remember the date of the move and my first impressions of the new place - so, the fragments of memories. I only remember that all immediately fell in love with a new apartment. Still, three bedrooms, second floor, balcony. Olya and grandmother had her own room, their parents, too, and I slept in the transit hall. In the corner of every room in the floor was closed metal reshetochkoy vent about 10x10 inches, in order to "breathe" floors. I do not know, do so now or not. We played in Olin room, for which it was necessary to take care. By the time the parents to work in the room was supposed to be the order, and toys should not only be crammed in the corners, but really laid to their places in the closet. From time to time, parents were doing repairs. Vacuum belilis ceilings and painted walls. To do this, it was necessary to insert a hose from a vacuum cleaner is not in the hole for the intake air, and in the hole for the air outlet. Sprayer, which included a vacuum cleaner, one end fits over the end of the hose, and the other on a quart jar with whitewash.
Overlapping finger, a hole in the spray, the parents sent a stream of air on a different path and turned the vacuum cleaner in a spray bottle. On the wall, almost under the ceiling, my father and mother pulled a thick rope, pre-painted blue. My sister and grandmother were commanded: "- above, below. After a string of aligned, postponing it from the wall and released. She clicked on the wall and left it poorly pronounced blue trail, which is then stained brush edging. This edge separated from the snow-white ceiling rose or yellow walls. A few years instead of the edge are glued wide tape.
Late in the autumn my whole family glued cracks in window frames and balcony doors. For this mom cooked one she knows the recipe paste. We Olga instructed to cut out long strips of paper newspapers, and these bands were cut from the edges of the newspapers so that they can not be printed in the font. Before gluing the windows all the cracks stuffed with rags and cotton with a knife or screwdriver. Still, some of which were small slits. During severe frosts in these areas covers a small glass of ice crust, with a pattern reminiscent of fluffy fur-paw. We were very fond of Olga and heated by warm coins to put fingerprints on this ice, but after some time, these prints were freezing, the ice again becomes turbid milk, and remained only slightly noticeable circles. The paste mom cooked so that the glued them to paper held tight enough on their frames, and at the same time, if necessary, it can be easily removed. After removing the paper no trace remained. Traces may remain only on the printing ink.
When we bought some new furniture, very pleased with this. We gave the neighbors grandfather oak desk with a green cloth, and in its place, set a new production of polished table GDR (Germanskoy Democratic Republic).
At the table we put a new lamp, and went away to the door, look how beautiful it looks from the outside. All the desks were simply obliged to lie on the form of carved glass table top with poke at him calendars, photos and all sorts of bills. The old furniture is not thrown away, or just gave her friends, or put on public display in the middle of the courtyard between the houses. Usually in the morning abandoned furniture was gone, her night took away those who did not have and such. I must say that fashionable imported furniture from the pressed chips late sixties - early seventies, and decorative torsherchiki lyustrochki with lacquered glass ceilings and other new-fangled gizmos caused great harm to the modern admirers of antiquity.
Historic oak furniture, furniture made of Karelian birch, time-darkened bronze chandeliers, marble inkstand which turns metal calendars and many really neat things to be unique to that time, thrown out without hesitation. And instead of them puts a new shiny mirror "Helga" and a new chrome floor lamp.
Written in large letters the word "New" and think about. When we saw as a child of any new things we have done is quite different eyes. We are not just looking at them, we studied how the world works, we have information. If we bought a badge, then to the smallest detail, and saw his right side, and how the back is made clasp, and a price written on the back. In the same toy we were interested not only the toy, but also how it is arranged. The same goes for new sensations. Go through the first arm in arm with a girl, or go with her to the movies - was a very strange feeling, but the first time to kiss her, then all heart stopped. Over time, new sensations became less and less, and things, even quite new, no joy as before. The eyes are no longer considered new items, but only in passing, without any interest, ran at them.

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In early childhood, almost every one of us was aluminum peg, is published by the rotation of the loud hum. Wooden pyramid with colored pancakes of different sizes and a pointed but not sharp, but rounded top. Plastic and metal shape to play in the sandbox and a variety sovochki with buckets. Wooden blocks with pictures pasted on them.
The girls had a toy kitchen utensils and a small toy pechechka with opening oven. There were also various plastic and rubber dolls with sweeties and close my eyes and screaming nasty voice is something that remotely resembles the word "mama". Girlish diaries-songwriter with glued them cuttings from magazines and postcards and wrapped page-secrets. Good cardboard boxes with some unnecessary (as I then thought) rags-thread and the inscription "Needlework". Various plastic boats and speed-boats with batteries without them. Pipe-a kaleidoscope of colored glass. Leather footballs with lace and a black rubber camera with a long teat.
Tin and plastic toy soldiers with his air force and navy. And earlier tin soldiers were painted in green color with pink faces and red flags. Later they began to paint only in silver color, they became less massive and less ground-stand.
Decals were plastered all that was possible - mirrors, guitars, refrigerators, kitchen furniture. And those decals very different from modern self-adhesive papers. Pictures of my childhood it was necessary to hold a few minutes in warm water, then place on that subject, which should be left image, and carefully, holding the top layer pictures cotton swab, pull out from under her paper basis. For a child it was quite hard work.
All kinds of cardboard game with dice, where the number of discarded points chip moved forward or backward.
In the journals Murzilka "and" Fun "can be cut with scissors image man and clothing to him. From all sides to "clothes" were small paper strips that are folded over man and due to this "clothing" has rested on it.

And there were small toys, develop patience and coordination. Under transparent Plexiglas semicircular cap, was some sort of pattern with a slight indentation and several metal balls. Tilting the toy in different directions, it was necessary to ensure that all balls are in the alcoves. I remember, and a small barrel organ, in which, by rotating the handle, sounded incomprehensible tune. Lop-eared donkey, legs and neck which were from the skin, with a put on her plastic cylinders. A string was stretched, and the donkey was, but if you drown the bottom of the barrel with his finger, which was the donkey, then a string of sag, and the donkey was formed.

Had an interesting game fishing, where a small fishing rod with a magnet on the end of fishing line out of a cardboard "reservoir" paper were caught various fish with metal clips on the noses.
Very interesting were the board games "Football", with the challenge of the spring in the hollows of players and ball in the form of a metal ball and ice hockey, where players control moving back and forth rotating handles. Mosaic, with colored hexagonal plastic chips. There were also plastic kittens sitting in a shoe. If you put pressure on these kittens, utaplivaya them in a shoe, they are funny food. Boxes of various sizes were sold blank for bonding kites and gliders, as without the propeller and the propeller.
The propeller was rotated from the twisted rubber band. Rubbers were two types - ours, the square and constantly straining and Hungarian, which is not straining at all and stretch far better than ours. It is well known - a Hungarian. Various metal clockwork rectangular keys cars and motorcyclists, bouncing frog, klyuyuschie ground chicken and run the mouse with rubber tails.
All the children they liked to watch filmstrips through filmoskop. If parents were allowed, it could have the evening to invite a few friends to watch filmstrips. We chose a white wall or pinned to the hanging sheet, making an impromptu screen and a projector. From it came a pleasant smell basking film. Each frame we looked at a few minutes. Buy filmstrips was hard, and they were unimportant quality, because all the time straining or the film itself, or perforation. Metal designers were not at all the guys. They were different in size and origin - and the Helgoland our Democratic Republic, and the simple way - GDRovskie. Poor thing was that the distance between the holes in our German and some designers do not coincide, and can not be combined.
More expensive toys are battery-powered railway, and various tanks, tractors, installing the missiles and other equipment on the tracks. These toys also powered by batteries and controlled by special remote control. Remote was on the meter elektroshnure, which came out from behind a toy. With it you can control the toy, that is rotated in opposite directions and travel back and forth. All the guys in our yard sawed plywood fuselage airplanes, inserted in their wings, painted and spun over his head. By casteth aircraft landing gear, so you can put on the plane.
The tram number 5 or number 13, we in the 7-8-years of age, by themselves, without adults rode through the city to shoot in the shooting at the cinema "Komsomolets", sat on the tram at the "taxis", and off at Red Square . We went usually rabbits, because the fire was only a fifteen kopecks, ie, five shots.
Do not remember exactly, somewhere in the first half of the seventies appeared the first machines with electronic games. Stood these machines in the foyer of cinemas (cinema "Komsomolets"), or in specially equipped rooms for this purpose in the park. (Park 1 st May ")
The best way to remember a game called "Battleship." In the machine had to be omitted for fifteen cents, and, holding the periscope handles, try shining a torpedo hit in passing on the horizon the ship.
Shooting could be just ten times, and if they enter ship turns and went in another direction. The shot and the gap was accompanied by a torpedo with special sound effects. The money ended immediately.

Another game called "Hunting in the jungle, where, briefly appearing Animal needed to get out of the plastic electronic gun or pistol.
In different games we played as a certain period, for a week, for one and a half until you get bored. That's all a man began to play chess. So we shot from aluminum tubes. Pellet served as a special way of folded paper darts. The shooting was carried out by the method of firing a pellet gun that is a sharp deep breath and exhale in the "loaded" and aimed at the target receiver. Shooting could and dried peas (20 cents per kilo), and of thin tubes - millet. The girls at this time jumping in the rope, the classics and erasers. In gum necessarily jumping barefoot to gum is not clinging to clasp shoes.
Together we played except in "vybivaly" - is when the two "vybivalschikami", throws the ball to each other, jumping and galloping with a dozen people trying to dodge the ball.
Later, we even read the same book at the same time. Passed on the television film "The Red and Black" - all the polls, while reading this book. Many of the toys we made ourselves. From rags sewed parachutes for the tin soldiers, from boards cut swords and daggers, made bows and all sorts of anything (from the clay before burning matches) firing gadget. When someone buys furniture from packaging board we did Musketeer cloaks, and wooden slats - swords and swords, and sometimes wooden stilts. We were making wooden carts with ball bearings which themselves and went, using as a tug moped or bicycle. From molten lead poured into medallions in the form of skulls, soldiers, medals and svinchatok, and cast doing each time, once found another batch of lead. Form for svinchatok served as empty matchboxes. Games in the cellars of five-storey houses require a separate story.
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I can not say that we have with Olya was not toys, no. But once, when approaching my birthday, I felt that the parents something is up against me. I have a really felt that, as at last birthday, they are prepared to give me a thing, and so must buy - shoes and clothes, and thus to deprive me of the pleasure of the gift. All of my seven-year body rebelled against it, and, plucking up courage, I went to her father. The family all headed mother, but ultimate authority still had a father. "Papa" - "I said. "I'm still young and would like for my birthday gave me a toy, not a shirt or shoes." That I am so smoothly outlined his idea, and then I stood there and mumbled something, but my parents understood me, laughed and gave me either three, or five rubles. "Buy yourself what you want" - they said.
The next morning I Sashka - "Malyavka (Novoseltsev), who lived on the first floor of our porch, and was" Malyavka "only because he was younger than me for a couple of years, to open shop" Progress "has stood in the door. We went to the toy department, and, choosing a gift, tortured all sellers.
Remembered one more thing. Recently, an unprecedented success all over the country
failed film "The Caucasian Captive". Vitsin, Nikulin and Morgunov were so popular that the toys were produced with the image of their faces. Imagine a cut up apple in half vertically. The flat face of such halves with five holes for the fingers, and the outer side of a half was made in the form of a person Underpants in a shaggy fur cap, dunce bald man wearing a skullcap or the experienced. Itself toy was made of very soft plastic and rubber, and, moving his fingers stuck in a toy, we were forced to toy ape. On the inner side of the toys were wonderful inscriptions - the stupider you can imagine: "Yuri Nikulin - The Goonies", "Georgy Vitsin - coward", etc.
Winter the ZHEK workers poured a large skating rink in front of my 27 th house. From ZHEK same around the rink installed a wooden fence and metal gates for a game of hockey. Incidentally, these gates were lying in the yard all year round, and no one and did not mean to take them for scrap. Sometimes the ice from severe frost cracks appear. To restore the ice, it had to add water, pre-paving cracks newspapers. This should be done late in the evening was that there was no skate on the rink people. I still do not know why the newspapers were needed.
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Despite the fact that all had not rich, almost every yard of the kids were with the sticks and skates and skis, and sleds and bicycles - who "schoolboy" who "Eaglet", and for whom, and the Ukraine. " Just below the "Ukraine", but above the "Eaglet" was rated "Minsk". It was fashionable to give light weight bikes with all sorts of devices. Here you front and rear boot, call, parking side steps, headlight and a generator, plug in the front wheel speedometer, rearview mirror, shield, closing the chain and the various reflectors in the wheels. The spokes with prischepok fastened rattles. The intersections of the spokes were entwined colored wire. Alternatively, bicycles, in which the sides of the rear wheels were small ladders wheels, which are easily removed when not needed.
The most rare, we had pedal cars and pedal horses. (I'd like to insert the phrase "horse pedal", but nowhere to go.) Horses are not turning the wheel, and reins.
Because of this point to recall another toy at the time. This was the so-called "harness", made of pieces of leather with leatherette and hung with bells. Harness worn on the chest and shoulders one of the players, who fled to the ringing of bells in the front, depicting the horse. The second game was running behind him, holding the reins. The meaning of the game was only running about and nothing more. Well, the most popular game of my childhood was, of course, the game of war. Each of us, including some of the girls, was a whole arsenal of toy weapons.
But no one wanted to be Germans, and had to play in Chapaya and Whites, which, although they are white, but seems to be not entirely not our own. And most often we played in those characters, which just passed the film. Today's children are unlikely to play in the war, now in the heroes go supermen and ninjas. But we grew up in other books, and watched the other films. Serious, older movies that we watched in my childhood and which showed all the holidays, were Chapayev, "Kotovsky", "Schors", "Aleko Dundich", "Sword and Shield," The rate of larger than life, " Major Whirlwind "," Youth of Maxim "," Lenin in October "and, of course," White Sun of the Desert ".
Of the comedies remember "Volga-Volga", "Jolly Fellows", "Spring", "Carnival Night", "Operation Ll." And "Caucasian Captive". Started to show series "The investigators are the experts" and "Tavern 13 chairs, transfer" KVN "," Hello, we are looking for talents "," Come on girls "and" Come on guys "and, of course," Blue light "before the New Year.
We do not read Harry Potter, and on and on Ellie Neznajki of "The Wizard of Oz", and from foreign heroes liked Чипполино, fifteen-year captain and Herbert of the "Mysterious Island". There was not a boy who would not draw any tank or air battles. Tanks and planes must have been painted red stars and the Nazi crosses and a dotted line was designated flight path of bullets and shells from the inevitable explosion in the end.

Ride a tricycle, horses and cars can
was in every Sunday at a children's park Shchorsa in cinema "Kosmos", before the child's sessions on 10.00. and worth it, as well as film 10 kopecks. As far as we were years when my friends and I went to the "Space" I do not remember.
Probably very few times we were afraid of the troops villains from the movie "The Tale of Tsar Saltan." And in other movies where starring kids (Aqualungs at the bottom "," Elusive Avengers "), you could see how you grew up. When watching these films for the first time, the heroes of these films seemed to be older, a few years - the same age, and even a few years - the children.
At construction sites, we obtained "Velcro" - surprising even their hands, sticky rubber. She was the scourge of the girls, as we throw this rubber and is often caught them in her hair.
Riding bikes, we are constantly punctured wheel, as everywhere strewn with a lot of nails. Nails were scattered due to the fact that the quarter had just been rebuilt and is due to the fact that the most convenient fuel for the fires were wooden boxes from the vegetables and fruits. Boxes, we stole (not counting this theft) in vegetable shops and burned them in large quantities. In the neighboring construction site could always find the rubber-rubber, which the builders would stop up the cracks in the panel housing. Rubber, this was like a thick sausage, just a long, one and a half or two meters, and often when there was something to fix the next tire is punctured, we simply remove the camera, but instead inserted into this rubber. True, the bicycle from this, it becomes harder and not so amortized, and the tires wear out quickly. If you needed any kind of wire - Go on along the road about five yards - must be found. Of telephones was in full swing, everywhere and lay telephone wire cutting telephone cables of copper in the beautiful colored braid. We loved to weave them in different ways rings and key rings. Surrounding phone booths are far enough away from stores' Ear "and" Cosmos ", and the call cost 2 kopeks. And in the early years of telephone calls was particularly nowhere and to no one. And already in some couple of years could call classmate and ask what we asked in Russian.
The ratio of employees of the State Automobile Inspectorate (GAI) to us - rebyatne on bicycles, it was very simple. For them, it does not matter, we violate traffic regulations or not. Once we were driving along the road with traffic, the traffic cop just had to do something. He called us to his stick, then "riveted" to us the wheel, twisting them spools and putting them in his pocket.

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Remember our indescribable delight, when once again we would like to unscrew the spools and found them not, because instead of cameras, under the tires were rubber-rubber. He remembered also that the pedestrian crossings in the sixties, not designated striped "zebra" as it is now, and two rows embedded in the asphalt shiny metal hemispheres fifteen centimeters in diameter. These hemispheres longest preserved at the intersection of Marx and alley Parkhomenko (lane between Red Square and the monument to Lenin.)

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In the early 60's have often met the first Soviet TV KVN-49. They had a small screen (outer diameter 17h14.5 see), before which, as a rule, was a lens, magnifying the image.
Lenses were round or oval and filled with glycerin through
a small hole, which closed with a plug. People adapted to pour glycerin and soak it in shoes that she does not get wet in rainy weather, but instead of glycerol was filled with water, the good effect was almost the same. Later lenses immediately began to produce water.
Year in the seventies, when there were no borders between Ukraine and Russia, I went to cousins Sasha and Kolya Tkachev in the White Kalitva. Across the room in which they lived, there were book shelves, completely cluttered with books and such lenses. The tops of the lenses have been cut down, and the lenses themselves altered to aquariums. All this, together with the flashing, light-very fashionable then, made a powerful impression. There are TVs and the lens is virtually impossible to find. The first color TV set with us in the 69-th - 70 th.
In the newspaper TV listings that time, the transfer of color
specially designated - (CT), and if the program read the radio or TV announcer, he declared - "Color TV". They were mostly "In the world of animals" and "Club kinoputeshestvennikov. Before color television in the shops offering a special color film, which creates the illusion of a color image. The film is inserted into a television picture tube top and was colored - blue top, bottom green in the middle of some kind. When showing the nature, both seem to be all right, all right. And the sky is blue and grass green. But if you showed a close-up hockey Kharlamova or Firsova, then all at once it became obvious because of their colorful, striped individuals. In Lugansk (Voroshilovgrad) if there were only two television channels. Broadcast begins at about nine in the morning and lasted till twelve, then a break and again from half-past four to eleven. During a break on the screen was a matching pattern with a continuous roar, and after the appearance of color television, sometimes, instead of the table were colored vertical stripes. For the first time after purchasing a color television, is on the transfer of color to the evening we came to the neighbors. Sit down, look, breathe and go away. Color TV was worth big money, about seven hundred rubles, and bought was, of course, the credit (if loans were interest free, the goods would be released as installments). About a half a year after these sets have fallen in price to three hundred rubles, the parents were shocked.
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When I was about seven years, I often dreamed that I was flying and
chasing some sort of monster. In the dream I hid from him in the basement of our house, and a bogey for some reason could not get into the basement, but there thrusting his hand. The hand stretched out endlessly, and fumbling in the dark, trying to find me, and stopped beside him, literally in two or three centimeters. And once I dreamed that Olga had died, and woke up, I wept and could not calm down. Parents tried to find out the reason for my crying, but I hesitate to tell them and kept silent, as a partisan during the interrogation. And a few hours, came home from school, we fought with Olya, as if nothing had happened, because what is nonsense.
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If the city in film distribution, brought a sensational new movie, the parents tried to come home from work early to catch dinner and get to the evening session. Sometimes they call up and meet after work once a movie theater, and the one who came first to buy tickets. Before cash registers has always been a priority. If you come home from work early did not succeed, then the meal was replaced by a sandwich consisting of "urban" bread and "doctor" of sausage, and rustling paper, unwrapping the sandwich and started as soon as they turned out the light in the room.


In cinemas then go very often, at least once in one - two weeks, mo -
Jette be because television did not show such films, especially in color. We went into the hall, took their seats in places and waited for the beginning of the session. Gently extinguished the light and in different directions from the closed screen slowly dispersed the massive curtains of red or green (Cinema "Ukraine").
Outside the theater has always hung two watercolor posters - right - "Today" and on the left - "soon." It was a meeting place before the film: "See you at twenty-eight have" SOON ".
First showed newsreel, which seemed to prepare, set up your audience to watch the film. We could not stand the political newsreels and love, when instead they showed the satirical magazine "wick", or magazine I want to know everything. "
After the log controller quickly ran into the hall late ones, and we were immersed in the realm of cinema.
In the cinema Komsomolets had three halls. Halls called simply - red, blue and green, and showed three different film simultaneously. If the film showed a piece of women's bare chest, then on the posters wrote "Children under 16 are not allowed, and indeed - the children were not allowed. An example of this - cowboy action movie "Gold McKenna, where due to bathe in the river at an Indian film did not allow children. Similarly, in stores saleswoman would not release children to cigarettes and alcohol. When I was just a baby, once with my parents I was the oldest city cinema "October", where a fountain in the lobby, swimming real live fish, and before the evening show with live entertainment, but I remember this very badly. All cinemas were buffets, and evening sessions, there is always a queue lined up, as many have come straight from work and wanted a snack. In the summer we went in an open theater "Young Guard" in the park "30 years of the Komsomol". School children, we loved this theater for the fact that there could be a smoke directly during the session. There was no conversation that someone from the back rows would not launch an empty bottle of beer under the feet of spectators. Bottle long and noisily rolled to the side of the screen on the sloping asphalt, as if for something to cling, she always helped to continue the path.
Much earlier in place of the cinema was a cemetery, and only after the war it was demolished and in its place have park "30 years of the Komsomol" with cinema. Year in 1975 through the park digging a trench for water pipes, and in it were seen destroyed excavate crypts of red brick, on a small square were scattered bones, and the classes in the 30-th School "large" number of skulls. I myself, on children's nonsense, put a skull in a portfolio classmate - Larissa Demidova.

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Almost every family had a metal or glass siphon soda water, and parents have always sent us to fill them in special centers. On the glass siphons was supposed to be a cloth bag, which in case of explosion siphon had to protect others. Without such a cover glass siphons not refueled. Refilling without siphon liquor was worth 7 kopecks, with syrup - 15 cents, but then from the siphon, why then flowed only sweet foam. Nobody thought that the time will come, and we will buy drinking water. Water supplies were all newly built, all at once, the water at night is not turned off, and as a consequence, the water was really clear, I do not know what about other characteristics. Yes, and the planet at that time was not yet quite killed the man, even the water in the rivers was ten times cleaner than now in the water. When the first 50 years of my cousins went to Tkachevs Pionerlager, then wash all went to the river Seversky Donets, and brushed his teeth, standing knee-deep in water. And not because there was no running water, but because the river was really clean.
Somewhere in 1969-1970, the first time I saw a ball-point pen. Prior to that calligraphy (and there were such) in embroidered bags, we were inkstand - neprolivayki and fountain pens in flat wooden cabinets. We sat at the monolithic green desks with hinged lid and grooves - in the top center of the party under the inkwell neprolivayku, and at the top on each side - under the handle. They wrote in the notebook into a forward line, with lying on the first page of a sheet of blotting paper.


On the other lessons we write ordinary ink pens, so it was convenient. To fill a pen with ink, it was necessary to unscrew the back of the pen cap. Under this cap, or a medicine dropper or a special screw with the piston at the end. In the handle created discharged space, and ink is absorbed. Ever gone to all the blots and hands were smeared with ink. So how to get a removable ampulku in ballpoint pen was not possible, then we have adapted to refill the empty ampulki. To do this, from an empty ampoule teeth pulled with pliers, or metal tip, a needle and then squeezed the ball from him, and the tip was inserted in place. Ampoule was inserted into a bottle of ink and the method of "Suck" filled with ink. Not taking a vial from his mouth, so it does not leak ink, it was necessary to put pressure on the tip end of the ball, so he fell into place. This process has not ended. In the table drove the button, and the internal triangular slit button should have been rotated end ampoules, zavaltsovyvaya ball. All the same ink came out much more than necessary and ampulki enough for half a day. And of course all hands and lips were in ink. Later these became known as ampulki rods.
Sales appeared gigantic hands-souvenirs. Length of up to forty centimeters wide, with a penny, with the inserted under plexiglass calendars or postcards, pens represented souvenirs. Write a handle was impossible, but I do during the day endured all the hardships and wrote to her only in order to laugh more.
Thus, the class of 7 th, the boys and rods inserted into ordinary goose feathers, and the more it was a pen, it was thought better. Were souvenir pens - "The Nail", in the form of a large nail, handle in the form of guns, jack hammers and other, 2, 3 and 4-color.
Well, have markers was simply a miracle. They were on alcohol and very quickly went dry. In order that they can be used again later, we poured them cologne. And as a last resort - they were removed from the rods inserted with the dyes and their reverse side. Considered the best pencil box of 36 crayons of different colors under the name "Art". Box, leaning on the footboard, could stand almost vertically. Pencils arranged in tiers, one above the other.
Simple pencil with an eraser on the end was a rarity. Usually gum erased long before they ended with a pencil. We had a normal eraser to cut and paste a new gum, but kept in pencil, it is much worse.


By the first of September we all prepared very carefully.
Together with parents, we went to the stationery for the purchase of notebooks, rulers, pens, notebooks, and covers for all that need schoolboy. Ironically, during the summer we managed to miss the school. We are pleased rascherchivali red pencil in the field notebooks, diaries signed, put on notebook covers and wrapped new, just received in the school textbooks in the paper. Along with new, often in schools and textbooks issued, have been in use.
We have carefully laid out new pencils in new wooden cabinets and would not have to believe that in any week since the beginning of classes, from the accuracy will be over, but the portfolio will resemble bin.
From the time the school will forever remain a habit - if it was necessary to quickly figure out what day of the week corresponds to the kind of date, it must be in the mind to imagine a detailed diary pages.
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In order to get to school in the autumn or early spring, that is, when the street dirt, it was necessary to first wash your shoes. Since the school number 14 and was marginalized in the district and the city, and quarter Shevchenko was not until the end of the asphalted, the output to maintain the cleanliness of the school was found is very simple - wash your shoes. To do this, right and left of the entrance to the school to install several metal containers with water. Beside them stood a stick with a rag tied on the ends. At the entrance stood on duty with red armbands on their sleeves and did not miss school students in dirty shoes. When I, in connection with the move to a new place of residence, transferred to the secondary school number 30, we saw a different method of struggle for purity - removable shoes. Exactly the same duty were not allowed in school pupils without replacement shoes. Together with them was and the class teacher of the class, which was on duty at the school. Process pereobuvaniya place in the locker room. Duty class came to school for half an hour earlier than usual. The class teacher recorded the latecomers to further disassembly, distributed dressing and arrange on duty on duty. At the "tank hazardous" direction, ie at the main entrance to the school, he was setting the strongest guys, and he was inseparable there to duty not beaten older students who have not been smenki and we were obliged not to let the school.
Wearing jeans and denim jackets in school was forbidden. Allowed to wear them except at a volunteer, as a working dress. In school, everybody was just in school uniform. For the guys selling brown suits or blue uniforms with yellow metal buttons, and for girls as brown or black dresses with white aprons. And if the guys in high school already able to walk around wearing jackets and trousers, the girls walked up to the release only in form, but could put some on top of it or a sweater.
In the secondary school number 14, where I studied until the seventh grade, the floors were hardwood and profusely rubbed with mastic. For all the changes malyshnya first and second grades together poured into the corridor and played in the riders. After splitting into two teams, one landed on his back and others were blown down someone else with another player back on the floor, bringing to an end of the day we were like pieces of cloth promastichennoy.

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I remember another case showing my children's obtuseness. The old plastic combs, soap dishes and other plastic items we ran dymovuhi. For some reason it was called - run dymovuhu. This plastic had to be broken, put together and wrap tightly with foil. After that, through the torn corner of the plastic foil ignited, and an open fire had to blow out so dymovuha not burn, but only smoldering and smoking. The smoke was very thick and surprisingly tart. So, during the winter holidays, when I went to the beaver-lamb fur coat, and we youngsters did dymovuhu, put it in the gutter five-storied house and decided to see how the smoke will go over the top. But for some reason it all out below. Just as the heroes of the Great Patriotic War closed chest embrasure of the enemy, I, without thinking twice, closed his ass bottom opening of the tube. I do not remember now, whether the smoke came from the top or not, but I remember that I swallowed the smoke, and my tears flowed heavily. When I got home, my mother could not understand what it stinks. She could smell that came from fur coats, and almost fainted. Half of the holidays had to spend at home until the coat hung on the balcony on the rack.
About a year later the boys found an old used a gas mask and decided to check it passes through it so acrid smoke. Although dymovuhu we bring to the very filter masks, breathing could be completely free. Still, the military industry has always worked in our conscience. And when out of interest have decided to breathe the back of the filter, then just his eyes starting out of their sockets. That is what the process of learning from their experiences. Only now I realize that my mother felt when sniffed my coat.
One of the cruel winter fun was licking the frost from the driveway door handles. Was what a dunce, who taught that hoary metal handle of the door driveway to taste like ice cream, and asked to lick her. Language froze instantly and perfectly still. In the best case in a few minutes of warm up matches could handle and the language itself come off. And the handle was heated by those who urged her to lick. At worst - the language of tear with blood or a dunce stood at the handle with his tongue hanging out did not appear until one of adults and had low to attract attention to himself, as persuaded to lick the handle somewhere disappeared. In this case, bonehead move around the door, along with the rotation axis of the door opening and waited a few more minutes, until the adult did not come back with a hot kettle. He poured hot water up to handle as long as language itself not be frozen from the handle. I so well know it, because I was standing at the door with his tongue hanging out. Once you "otlepili" from the door, meaning all the rest of his life getting revenge. Revenge is not so much like those who made fun of you, and himself, his stupidity. To do this we had to find another dunce, better than two, or even better, so that each door at each entrance stood on the dunce and iced with protruding tongue. Only then will you realize that not the dumbest on this planet and could breathe the entire breast and live.
By the door was nailed necessarily spring from an old bed, so that the door was always closed, and out of the building does not go warm. Door on the perimeter obbivalas strips of felt. But cracks muzzle anyway, as close the door because of the extrusion feet of snow in the threshold was impossible. Pasterns forever shouting that we should not slam the door, and stick to it. But we had no time to close it, everything was done only a run, and the moment of impact on the transom door, we were already a few meters from the entrance. Glasses of these doors, of course, had long been broken, and they all took place plywood. In the summer, spring from this door is not removed and the door is simply propped up with bricks.
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My grandmother, who lived with us, was very quiet and calm woman, so quiet that had never scolded us with Olya. My grandmother just told us: "Do not do so, it is not right" and explained why. For example, why not have greased pancakes, pre vyev pancake holes for the eyes, mouth and nose and stuck it on the face.
She was born in 1900 and was educated before the revolution. She graduated Mittelshulle (German secondary school) somewhere in the Donetsk region, in a German village called New York (now Novgorodovka), until his old age, remember the German language, helping me and Ole with the lessons in a foreign language. In his youth, when she went to visit her sister and her husband in Moscow, then listened to them and Esenina and Mayakovsky, who came to visit them. All the time she spent in chores around the house, or with a book in hand, occasionally smoking a cigarette, "White Sea Canal" - a bad habit, she and the rest of the war. Often, for our sister leprosy and battered her, because she was always home on time and did not stop us.
In the hall, and a parent room hung with curtains beautiful rosettes. One time I accidentally caught something rosettes, and it broke on the texture of straight down with a nice bang. We really liked the sound, and after half an hour in both rooms with the baguette hanging only strip no more than five centimeters. And those rosettes, which would not break, had to make an incision with scissors. Since we did not have enough growth to reach the upper rozochek and finish the deal before the end, then had to use chairs and table. Grandmother at the time read Romain Roland. And if you put a chair on the writing or dining table, then vozyukaya hands on the ceiling and saying, "Snowball! Snowball! "Could have achieved abundant precipitation in the form of a dry wash. To the extent that, as in this place ended in whitewash, table and chair moved. Not only that afterwards he had flown apart to clean the entire room whitewashing, so parents need to be whitening to concrete mashed spots. Grandma studied by Anton Chekhov.

Hair-pins, I bare hand stuck in a cluttered closet outlet. Grandmother at this time toying with buckwheat porridge. Electric four hours could not be done in the entryway lighting, as well as traffic jams all the time, knocked, and the existence of this outlet no one remembered.
Scissors I cut the live wire from the desk lamp, the lamp exploded. In the blade of scissors shock was broken-through hole diameter of three millimeters, but apparently God had decided to leave me in this world. At this time he studied intensively grandmother magazine "Overseas" and chided the U.S. president. And, of course, when parents come home from work, get all three. We Olya bred for "corners", I was - in the pantry, and Olga in the toilet, or vice versa. In this case there turned out the lights, so we were terrible. We are not afraid of the dark, and looking at the vertical strip of light penetrates from the outside through the door slot, waited patiently for the end of the sentence. He could hear someone raised in skates on the stairs, something hissed and skvorchalo in the kitchen, quietly worked for TV, behind the wall criticizes neighbors, and we all sat and sat. Then the parents took us to promise never to do so no longer. We humbly promised never to do so, and indeed that is what we will not do, and did something else, because children's imagination is boundless.
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In summer camps, on line and watch, we wore a shirt with a ceremonial gold-colored aluminum buttons, epaulettes, breast pockets and logo on the left sleeve in the form of a fire. Some guys were and belts with the same emblem on the plaque, but not all. At the head, during parades pioneer detachments nahlobuchivalas red or blue cap with a tassel hanging down the front. Your Oktyabryatskih were two types.
First - a plastic badge in the form of stars with a small photograph of Lenin in the center, and the second
- An ordinary aluminum sprocket. All the children were pioneers, and each had one or two pioneering icon. Your were a great many. Especially a lot of them were in the pioneer camps, where all present a competitive system - between the units and links. For busy places awarded a certain number of icons that are attached to the banner of the detachment and counted at the end of the stream.
Later, when I joined the Young Communist League, it was fashionable to wear not just Komsomol badges, and badges of the old model. These were the icons of bronze with red enamel, where over a five-pointed stars were letters of Komsomol. These icons and then quite rare.
My sister and I went to Olga Pionerlager "Eaglet", the village of Yellow. The trip for us was the whole event. As usual, at first there did not want to go, and then from there do not want to leave. We were preparing for a trip to the camp, carefully selecting their place some simple children's belongings. Must buy cologne - the best remedy against mosquitoes. And the best was considered the "Carnation", then "triple", "Russian Forest", and then the rest.
Especially for the camp we bought a new plastic soap dishes and soap, toothbrushes, pencil brush. I remember the "Children" soap, "Strawberry" and "glycerine". Sales were several varieties of toothpastes. Foaming pastes did not exist at all. There was some sort of a swill of abraded chalk, with some sort of supplementation. I remember the "Special", "orange", "Cedar" and "Children", which sold for some reason in pharmacies. The most horrible was the "Mint" toothpaste, which is a transparent gelatinous mass of pale - green color with a strong taste of mint. Suffice it were popular and tooth powders. Much later, in 1974, when the fashionable once again entered the white canvas shoes, I have every night before you go for a walk, nadraival these shoes, clothes brush with tooth powder.
The camp was in a five minute walk from the Seversky Donets. Every day we were taken to bathe. At the camp had their own, fenced and equipped with a large beach fungi brightly colored paint concrete turtle that lies in the heart of the beach. This turtle is still lying on the remains of a dirty-gray sand on the beach site of the former camp. We squealed with delight, puttered in the fenced metal mesh paddling pool, and throwing each other drifting by "flops" (a type of rubber slippers). A couple of times to double-deck! boat we sailed up and down on the Donets a walk. Near located Pionerlager "Friendship" and when they are on the other! boat floated towards us trumpeter and drummers played a greeting. You can imagine now, if only one ship in the Seversky Donets? Toys in the camp almost was not, there is a lot of time was given to various competitions, shows initiative and other things, sports and military-patriotic games, where once were involved in a lot of children. Unless malyshne issued colored gauze nets, and they rushed across the clearing as a detachment Duremarov. There were always paints and paper, balls, and badminton. The food in the pioneer camp is very good, but still want sweet. And when the parent the day (not only for meetings with children, but in order to have a drink with friends on the shore of a glass or two and bought) came to the parents, they often left us a sweet condensed milk. The centerpiece of the bank thrust itself a small hole through which it could be a long time to suck condensed milk. Some made two holes in the bank to another and the air was fed into the jar, but it was fundamentally wrong, as the condensed milk ends not twice as fast, and once, suddenly and before the next parent item.

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Most happiest time was during the summer holidays. In the morning, about half of the ninth, all rebyatnya was already on the street. We ran on asphalt, completely studded holes from under the then-fashionable women's shoes on his heels, stiletto, and poured water on each other from bryzgalok. Water balloons made of soft plastic bottles from the imported shampoo. Our, "Soviet" shampoo was in glass vials, plastic bottles on one then and did not know. One or two lucky ones were water pistols. After the sun rose higher, we obtained magnifying glass and began to burn something. Just stick to the burn was of little interest. It was interesting to burn on a bench or driveway windowsill, because at first swelled paint, and then burned wood. Or we sadistically burned a magnifying glass sitting on what some apricot tree unfortunate caterpillar. We set fire to plastic, which began to drip during combustion to earth with fiery droplets, which found some insects, mostly Firebug and dealt with them.
Everyone waited for 10 am, the scheduled beginning of the film "Four
tankers and a dog. " Every few minutes, we asked passers-by time, so as not to miss the beginning. We asked the grandparents watch the movie to someone alone, sat on the floor and watched. Show after two series, after the movie we had a long discussion and experienced film again. Only now I realize that this was a real happiness, but then it was just fine.
Cartoons, we are most fond of "Mowgli", "Bremen Town Musicians," "An extraordinary match" and "Puck-puck." Later they were added "Well, wait!". And when the record came out on the cartoon "The Bremen Town Musicians", then we could listen to it dozens of times in a row.
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Private cars in the late sixties there were very few. The streets traveled domestic legkovushki "Muscovites", "The Cossacks", "Lada" and "Volga". Cars was not. Among the "long range" of trucks, on the contrary,
dominated by foreign Tatra and the Georgian "Colchis", KAMAZ has ever had.
All went on public transport that day was half empty, but
peak was taken by storm. Ticket on the tram cost 3 cent, in the trolley --
4, and the bus - 5. In some trams and trolleybuses were overseers
were selling tickets (and later passes) and tested them, and in some
have ticket offices. This fund was represented by a metal box with transparent lid and a rubber track in the horizontal, at
which fell coins. Cass worked is simple - a passenger threw a coin in the slot cash register, put forward by turning the knob a ticket and tore it. Since turning the knob at the same time moved and rubber track under the lid and the coins fell with a crash in a box.
Transparent cover enabled the other passengers to see that people actually paid for the trip. Could tear off and ten tickets and tore them to perforation in the ground for separation, to distribute his comrades. Although divorce can be a ticket, and not throwing coins, people are regularly paid, it was a shame not to pay and did not even encountered such a thought. I can not imagine a desk in a modern transport, the owner would be ruined as soon as possible.
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In shops in the late sixties, for me (at the time a child 7-10 years), it was not so, and empty. For me the main thing was that the sale was always ice cream and candy. It is fair to say that when relatives came to visit us from the town of Belaya Kalitva Rostov region, it is thoroughly stocked products, as compared to us they were hungry. Excuse me, but I can not insert a not very decent ditty of the time:

We drink wine for a ruble seven
We have no meat at all.
Eggs are visible only in the bath.
Happy New Year, the Rostov!

Apparently still not just, in the late 50-ies in Novocherkassk occurred "hungry" revolt against Soviet rule, which was suppressed by a lot of blood. Just shortly before that my parents finished Novocherkassk Polytechnic Institute. They said that under the Novocherkassk while standing Mounted Division Budennyi. Gradually, all the horses allowed to be slaughtered, because people had nothing to eat. Craftsmen immediately composed a song:

Comrade Budyonny, the war on the nose,
A Budyonny's cavalry went to the sausage.

As always, I again got carried away and not in time. We return from the fifties to the mid-sixties.
In the pastry departments of mid-sixties could be seen arranged in a pyramid Sugar Loaf. My father sometimes bought a head and chopped it into large pieces with a knife. From the large knife blade strikes sugar split into pieces, sugar and crumbs scattered on the kitchen. Even then, they beat up the father of sugar cubes, chopped into smaller pieces with special tongs for sugar. This sugar was surprisingly sweet and tea with the sugar pilsya only bit of sugar.
In other parts of the pyramids were "Breakfast of the tourist", "Sprat in tomato sauce" (33 penny bank) or condensed milk (55 cents), cream and coffee and cocoa with condensed milk. But sprats, canned salmon, sardines and the more eggs in the stores are not ever happened. Occasionally parents somewhere fetched such preserves, their father was put in the cupboard, and get them out only on holidays. Fetched and imported sardines, which opened a special key on that drive cover. And although the entire deficit is also bought for money, no one asked where he bought and asked where to get?

Of the fish in the free sale has always been "Breakfast of the tourist"
sprats in tomato sauce and meatballs. By the way, sprats in tomato sauce (33 cop.) Eggs and courgettes were surprisingly tasty, and were unchanged contents of our backpacks to the many, in those days, hikes and trips to places of military glory. From drinks best considered "cream soda", "Lemonade," "Pinocchio" and "Pear". The most expensive, but not very tasty drink was "Tarragon", light green color. And if a glass of "Lemonade" was worth 10 kopecks (a bottle of 35 - 40 cents, do not remember exactly), then "Tarragon" entire 60 kopecks. Probably because of technology changes the taste of some of the "survivors" drinks are not changed for the better.
Tea. Import of tea, there were two types - Indian and Ceylon. A tea was considered the best tea, blended from three varieties in equal proportions - Indian, Georgian Lapsany black and Krasnodar. I remember the Georgian green tea in large tiles.
In the section that sold pasta, noodles, peas and various other cereals, was a showcase of such a cabinet, in which instead of the shelves were boxes, leaning toward buyers. Packaged cereals and pasta was not, and to, something to sell, sales were rolling up the bag of a thick brown paper and spread it is something large aluminum scoop. By the way, carrier bags, too, was not and everything from sausages, sugar, butter and smoked fish wrapped up in a rough and thick paper. If parents come home from work and brought with them a string bag products, which they bought on the way home, the most interesting thing was to deploy such paper, and which differed only in size. And while the convolutions of this polukartona-polubumagi razvernesh not, never have guessed that there - anchovy butter, sausages or halva. When I or Olya went to the store to buy a few kilograms of flour or sugar, my grandmother instead of packaging gave us pillowcase.
Noodles were 30 centimeters long and were so hard that when they broke, they did not break, and stabbed with a sort of dry, crackling. After cooking, if not immediately mix them with butter, they stuck together in one nerazdirayuschiysya com. Sometimes it even seemed that the noodles stuck together even during the cooking, and some of them to her, only one type of pot with boiling water. In turn all the hostess asked each other rhetorical question: "Do not stick together?" But as to buy something else it was not for lack of sales of this very different, you still bought up everything, in spite of the fact that something there sticks together or do not stick together.
In the year seventy-fourth appeared very strange noodles, unusually dark yellow color. It was very long, forty inches, and then bend to the other, opposite side. Apparently at this bend, it hung in the drying kilns at the plant. At the touch was smooth as if polished, and with some luster. To cook noodles so it had to be or damaged, or boil in a large saucepan, inserting one end into the water and watching as the extent of welding, vermicelli and curving gradually fell into a pot.
In a small flat bags, paper outside and the inside covered with cellophane, were almost ready-made soups. Poured them into boiling water, pokipelo fifteen minutes and the soup is ready. I remember a few names - "special soup", "vermicelli soup with meat", and "Vegetable Soup". In "Supe vermicelli with meat" was not the noodles, and small stars out of dough, and meat was a scrolled through a meat grinder and dried minced meat.
On the meat section I have nothing to write, write only that when meat is still brought in, the carcasses hung on hooks not in the outbuildings, and right behind the shop window, and the butcher easily ottyapyval one or the other piece at the request of buyers unsupportable for the type of ax. Imagine what swearing was in the queue. In the sausage department sold a "many" varieties of sausage, now try to remember and list all.
Boiled sausage: "Doctor", "Ostankino" and "Amateur", and five years later joined "Children" and looked like a brick of black bread "Tea". All. Other sausages in free sale was not.

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Semi-smoked sausage "Krakow" and "Odessa", "sausage", "Moscow" and "Servelat, liver, pate in nature existed, but it was impossible to buy them. The phones are not forthcoming, they could get it to pull. But "throwing" pork, ribs and brisket, dorogushchiye, but very tasty. And what were delicious milk sausages? Stoneley they seem to 2.20 per kilogram. They were in a cellophane envelope, were sold long chains. After cooking, sausages had to hold under cold water, and pushing the end of sausages, squeeze it out of cellophane, like toothpaste from a tube. When extrusion sausage pleasantly creaking - "zip," zip. Sometimes, when the sausage is not immediately substituted into the water, skin sausage tightly stuck to the cellophane, and we had to gnaw it from there. Well dumplings? Fit with Q Dumpling, without the slightest admixture of soy, they had a wonderful flavor and aroma. Modern dumplings do not go with them no comparison. Whether cooling units were working less, or shipping products back home was a much longer period of time, but often in a box with dumplings after the autopsy detected one big lump. Another thing - meat and fish products. Parents are always something to reach them, somewhere something "thrown away" in the sale. There were problems because of scarce food on sale was not, but we (kids) are not interested. What was surprising was that, with a deficit of products in stores, all the holidays, and to celebrate they liked and knew how, the tables have all been very well covered.
In confectionery divisions sold candy "Come Take away", "Merry fellows", "Squirrel", "Kara-Kum", "Pineapple", "Bears in the north" and many, many other varieties, many of which are produced in Russia now.
The cheapest candies were pads - for 80 cents per kilogram. Once, back in 1943, in a newspaper bags, such cushions brought from the hospital were evacuated to Central Asia to my father, my grandfather, whom the reserve after being seriously wounded. These were small candies with
apple jam inside, made in the form of small pads and dipped in sugar. During the perestroika years, and her subsequent collapse of the Soviet Union, during the absence of stores, like sugar and alcoholic beverages, such pads drove moonshine.
In the metal boxes sold colorful candies "Montpensier" in the form of various fruits and berries.
There were also delicious milk toffee "Kis-Kis" and "Golden Key", and if toffee crumbled, it was a good candy, and if stretched, neither here nor there. But the most rare candies can be bought on the day of elections. The elections were in the spring. We Olya not know what or whom, where and why to vote, but the festive mood prevailed as the morning on the streets playing music. The parents went somewhere, but after some time returned home with good food, among which there were candy wrappers in a very beautiful, such as "Songs of Koltsov. From early morning at the polling stations worked buffets, where they sold short supply. Who came to the elections later, risking to remain without deficit. Thus, sought an early end of voting to allow early Having reported to management. But many went early not only because of the products, but just wanted to get rid of all this quickly, that day was free. Many of us have the whole collection of different wrappers - so we called the candy wrapper. Fantik evolved special ways, squares, rhombs and triangles and stroke her hands lying on top of his candy wrappers can be reversed (knock), which we did, winning them from each other.
Candy wrappers from "Gulliver" were with different designs. At one Gulliver pulled the enemy's fleet, on the other, through his legs held wide apart the army, and the third was large painted face Gulliver, considering the Lilliputians, on the fourth, he fought with the wasps.
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I remember very well the school canteens. At the time of great change canteens were taken by storm, as would not only have time to eat, but also to play, but in high school and a smoke. When I was in elementary school, a portion of the "second" was worth 15 kopecks, and consisted of a smeared on a plate garnish, usually mashed potatoes with red sauce, meatballs and strapping draft salted cucumber slices and yellow-green color with an empty triangle midway. For 10 cents you could buy fresh and very delicious cake "School" or "Domino" or Korzhik round with a hole in the middle, the whole sprinkled with peanuts, for 9 cents Korzhik "Sunny" and Piglet fried cakes with jam or liver.
One of the delicacies, which disappeared from the sale, was fried potatoes, packaged in cellophane bags. Potatoes were sliced thin little strips and fry until the crunch of sunflower oil. Worth ten cents a bag. After eating, all hands were in the oil. This was a potato primal advanced chips, but in contrast to chips made from these products. Another treat was a small cake of pressed coffee with milk and sugar, the size of a little more than a matchbox, and had cost fifteen cents. Before cooking this cake has never reached, it was so delicious in solid form, which we gladly chewed it and so. Also we liked briquettes with jelly and cream. Loved and two pharmaceutical goods - Hematogen and vitamin "C" on a large tablet disc white.
The cheapest ice cream was "Fruit" - to 7 cents. Other ice-cream cost of 9,10, 11, 13,15,19, 20, "Eskimo" to 22 and "Chestnut" and 28 kopecks. The first time in Lugansk ice cream "Kashtan" I saw in the 72-meters and was struck by its unusual taste. Ice cream was a different shape - and in bricks with wafers on both sides, and in waffle cups with prilyapannoy top piece of paper and cardboard cups. If ice cream is not sold in a store and a kiosk, then the whole shop, or rather, where the seller had not seen, was plastered with paper from the glass with ice cream. This was done simply - take off the paper with ice cream - LNP! And everything is ready. By vpridachu gave cardboard cups and a wooden stick. Rarely could finish eating ice cream to have a cup not fallen to the bottom.
Ice-cream was considered better than the stronger was roasted cup. If it was dark, he crunched, and all tried to take just such glasses.
Similarly, in school cafeterias, kindergartens and pioneer camp, as he dispenses compote of dried fruits, all wanted to take a glass, which swam not some dried fruits in general, namely, pear, preferably two or more dimensions.
Well, if you were given cocoa or coffee with milk, make sure you have to pull out of the glass opposite foam.


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During the winter holidays, each of us was always on the Christmas tree, hosted in DC "Builders". In school we were given complimentary tickets to the party, specifying the date, time and venue. After the puppet show and dance of kids around the Christmas tree, with the traditional challenge Snegurochki we handed out gifts. For this it was necessary to withstand a small part in one of the two "fabulous", hammered together from plywood and painted houses.

We push through the window a complimentary ticket. From his fractured spine, and we were given a gift, consisting of a bag of sweets. It always consisted of various sweets, mandarin and a small pachechka wafers. We checked with the guys who have some sweets were gifts, but to our surprise, all were one and the same.
We are very fond of "New Year", because of decorated Christmas trees, gifts and all those little details and bustle that distinguish this festival from others. Parents brought in from somewhere in the tree, his father would tie her to the legs of an upturned stool, and to impose stability on the bottom of the stool a whole slew of metal goods - stupok, weights and hammers.
(In our region, trees never had been young pines, but everything was green and prickly, called Christmas trees.) First, the tree poured some frosty freshness, and then, as the thawing of trees, the apartment was filled with pine scent. If the tree were cones, then from time to time, they cracked, is discovered from the heat. We helped with Olya bedizen tree, tied the strings to the new toys and chocolates and handed them to their parents. Most of all we love glass toys clips, and because they were easy to hang, but they were very few.
Christmas tree decorated with garlands of flags, with images of jolly fellows, Aibolit, Чипполино, Barmalei and other fantastic characters. The ends of the branches and the stool on which stood a tree, were wrapped with cotton wool, depicting snow. At the base of trees necessary to establish a Santa Claus made of cotton and papier-mache. After New Year's Eve, parents allowed us to shoot from the tree to one sweet a day, and they soon ended. But children's attention is not so, as adults, and, considering the tree once again, we could find her candy, even a few days later.
All the shops, kindergartens and schools and display windows have been painted with artists drawings on New Year's theme, while they themselves were decorated with large rooms unfolding toys from corrugated colored tissue paper.
Basically they were balls, months, fish or parrots with a corrugated body. Christmas tree hung unwound rolls of streamers - long strips of colored paper. Samu Christmas tree sprinkled with confetti of bags - small colored paper circles.
After the New Year celebrations in the tenth day of January, began a massive release of Christmas trees. Quarter Shevchenko was a fairly large array of housing with many vosmidesyatikvartirnyh houses, and Christmas trees were crowded with all the bins. Some lazy to drag the tree to the bin and threw it straight from the balcony. (Perhaps the tradition of throwing debris from the balcony will live in our nation forever). First, I and other boys (the boys now call jarring, but then we only and said) lit only a few trees, then more and more, then ceased altogether to burn them, specifically by arranging a break in order to collect as many Christmas trees. We dragged dozens of them from all around and piled in one heap. When the pile becomes not just big, and huge, and we ended with patience, we have also set fire to it from all sides. That dragged into an hour, burned a couple of minutes, but we came back home happy, prodymlennye thoroughly and with a sense of accomplishment, in anticipation of tomorrow and the next big fire.
Almost every day, at six o'clock in the evening, I either had to make Olya debris. Waste car was driving at one and the same time, we overturned it and threw buckets of debris, wrapped in newspaper and drag rope. Scavengers at the time was loaded into a car debris left by a fence. And although the car was small, but it was equipped with pressure, and when the container in the car was filled, the press included, trash is compressed, and again it was a lot of space.
One of the most unpleasant duties, which were attributed to us, was renting glassware. In the reception centers, where they worked and worked, they rarely, were always queues. Mid-liter bottles of soda or beer cost 12 kopecks. Beer is poured into bottles of various colors, and transparent, light green, it is only now in a dark brown and dark green. By the way, beer bottles, a metal lid, could often see the cork, and now replaced the rubber stopper.
No matter how you come to pass the dishes - no packaging.
- And for 10 you take?
- Okay, what you do.
And the inspector took the bottle with such a face, as if doing us a huge favor. The most disgusting it was to pass jars of mayonnaise, because they are almost worthless, only 3 penny apiece. It is unclear why a jar of cream under exactly the same size, but slightly different form, was worth 10 kopecks. Milk bottles and jars with cream closed lids made of thick foil. Depending on the color cover, could not read the inscriptions embossed on the lid, to know what exactly is in this bottle. Milk - white, milk, melted butter - a yellow, sour-cream - green, ryazhenka - white and yellow stripes. It is possible that different plants or in different regions were other options refer to the product one way or another color. In general, dairy glassware, we passed the rare, it is always exchanged for new dairy products. At one time, much later, somewhere in the time of the collapse of the Soviet Union, dairy products do not even let go, if there was no container on the exchange.
Most of all I liked to buy milk in trihedral packages of thick waterproof paper. To be opened such a package could be just a knife or scissors, because when you try to tear hand corner of the package, it is often easy and all the fray.

And most important, that after the milk in bags, did not have a string bag to haul bottles on the exchange. Poured in a empty package of water, could run it in passing under the balcony cat. One time in the yards went thrush, selling milk in bulk. She had a cart, on which stood a couple cans of milk. First she knocked on the tilted ladle lid cans, and then shouted in a loud voice disgust: "Ma-lacquer!" With the accent on the second syllable and this syllable shouted at the two tones higher than the whole word. However, the milk was good.
From time to time parents bought a large piece of cheese. It was so salty that in order to be able to eat, my mother cut up her centimeter slices, spread out in a deep pot and poured boiling water. A few minutes later this dish placed directly on the table, we fished out of it forks extraordinarily delicious pieces and eaten. Feta cheese was warm, supple and slightly creaking under razzhevyvanii.
Sometimes, usually on weekends, when his father had nothing to do, he sent me to the store for sour cream. I was handed liter aluminum milk cans, money, and instructions to take the sour cream in bulk for about two and a half liters. Importantly, the lid cans inserted into it, like a shell in the gun and not cover it from above. I brought the cream home, under cover of a can for the higher density were laid clean, towel, and began the process of whipping butter hand. Hands played the role of intermediary between shaking a can and shaking his father.
The father soon tired of shaking on a stool stagger feet and oil did not come. It is increasingly beginning to look into the can, and slowly I plugged the case of family members. First me, then, Olga, and, finally, my mother, wistfully looking at the old grandmother and our dog Renko. With sadness, because my grandmother is not physically able to churn butter, and the dog was unable to churn butter because of the special device drygatelnyh their limbs. After all, oil has been scrambled repeatedly washed, laid out on a plate and weighed. The process of converting the value of sour cream in the cost of the resulting oil, oil samples to taste, compared with the value and taste of food stores. Father, we argued that oil is much tastier and more profitable, although we did not argue. We want only one thing - to all of us left behind with the oil and preferably forever. In short, all were in business. I wonder one thing. If you now take the cream in the store, perhaps there would ever beat her out of oil?
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On many bus stops and near shops were machines with soda. Kopek - get a glass of simple, tryushka - get with syrup. (Words tryushka, treSka and three-spot is almost not used in the absence of a three-three-ruble coins and banknotes). About AIDS and other horrible diseases no one then and not heard, but because people calmly drinking from the common cup. A bit distracted. When AIDS appeared, the authorities have banned shaving first thing in the hairdressers, to avoid infections
through a cut with a razor. The fact that you can only occasional shave razors, no one simply did not occur. This injunction is valid and up to now.
So, go back to the glass theme. Faceted tumblers in vending machines were always, and only occasionally, in those machines, next to which were suitable for drinking courtyards with pergolas, the glasses were temporarily absent. They were the same as now, no wonder there is a comic expression "three hundred years, faceted glass". Inverted glass presses a special mesh plate in the washing compartment and lots of jets, both inside and outside rinse the glass. When the machine threw three kopecks, the first tech syrup, and only then water. So those who wanted more than sweet water, he could after the first three rubles and receive portions of the syrup, remove the glass in hand, but after the water was held in the next three rubles in the same cup been received a second dose of syrup, this time with water.
Soda can be purchased by the glass and, in my opinion, to 4 penny. At a special trolley-table were three vertical retorts with different syrups. Bulbs were five centimeters in width, with vertical markings for accurate dosing syrup. Turning the faucet on the sales pouring syrup, then topped up with a glass of water.
Another well-remembered for sale of juice to spill. Before the clerk at the table stood a metal derzhak on which hung three glass flasks, wide and narrow from top to bottom. Bulbs were the top cover of stainless steel, and the bottom tap. Counters are made of dark gray marble, and they always stood salt shaker and a glass of water. In a glass sticking out of a spoon, tied a thick yellowish fishing line to the counter for the drilled handle. When the juice in a flask ends saleswoman poured into it the juice from the three-liter jars, pre-roll the jar to shake up the sediment. They did this remarkably clever and quick, so, as some bartenders, juggling bottles.

Almost every yard was "equipped" glasses. The experienced eye of the ordinary Soviet alcoholic could in a minute to find shade under any arbors, or in the crown of the adjacent tree upside-down glass. Upside down - is to not reach into the glass dust, rain, snow. By the way, mostly did not drink vodka and fortified wine.
Port 777, BILE MITSNE (biomitsin), Massandrovskiy Port and others.
From dry wines were popular "Riesling" and "Riesling". More expensive wines are dry wines "Old Castle", "Cabernet", "Pearl" and "Bull's Blood", while in the second half of the 70's could get a Portuguese port wines "Port" and "Don Jose", but these wines were quite another class.
Vodka were two varieties - "Moscow Special" and "Capital", respectively, 3.62 and 4.12. Vodka "Extra" was higher in the class and was twisting the cork. To add some fun to the taste of vodka, it is sometimes argued tangerine or orange peel.
In the year 1990, when the Soviet Union cracked at the seams in Ussuriysk, I read in the newspaper (I think "Far Komsomolets) anecdote, which was then struck me with its boldness, while he was in the late leader of the country. Give it from memory:
Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev received by mail a letter: "Dear Leonid Ilyich! She writes you a group of old Bolsheviks, Lenin appeal. What is this country going? At vodka jam stopped making eye. Our hands are not the same as before, and we are uncomfortable without abalone open the bottle. "I'll have to instruct the Secretary of Commerce" - Brezhnev thought, heading for the kitchen. There he took a bottle from the fridge "Extras", remove the cork, and poured himself a glass of vodka, thinking: "What is more eye need? Ah, fussy old men.
To finish the glass theme, remember the year 1977-nd. I was in the first year Voroshilovgrad Higher Military Aviation School for Navigators. (Give full name, not to forget that this school was). While on duty in the kitchen, to wash dishes (bath 2-nd floor), we beat these guys with glasses by the dozen. It was so what. If you put the glass on the table top, with a height of three or four inches to throw at him, holding his cap, a light bulb so that it accurately entered into the glass, the thick glass split into two parts, and tonyusenkaya bulb remained intact. It was so unusual that we could not stop.
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Near our house was student's hair salon, where girls-trainee fun with scissors in the hands of me and my comrades. This is called training haircut. Ironically, this hairdresser still exists. Since haircut in a barber's shop was worth much less than in conventional (total 15 cents), parents gladly availed themselves of that savings and chased us haircuts only there. What cologne does not often found himself at the head and eyes - it was not terrible, and the fact that we are often trimmed were not quite evenly - too. But there were real barber chair, and they pedal pumping in air, we were raised higher, so that the hairdresser was easier to work with, and that such shketov as we could see in the mirror. We enjoyed it immensely, especially the time of descent. Had three haircuts - Canadian, poluboks and nalyso.
Later, when I was fifteen years old, and when I and my peers, thought that we had a very steep and adults, among young people has become fashionable
carry an aluminum comb with a long and thin handle for styling. We are honing these handles are for the otvertochku, and who and under the awl, citing the fact that, say, a knife, "cops povyazhut" as well as a comb and nothing more.
But in 1976, after the summer holidays the boys came to school with have been released to her hair. Hair washed, almost every day, dried and stacked hair dryer and combed solely massage brush, because around us were cute girls. Just at that time in selling his first appearance shampoo "Apple". This shampoo was in the high plastic bottles, and most importantly - he wanted to sniff and sniff, as it was highly concentrated smell of fresh apples. Then the hippies were in fashion, jeans, a group "Beatles" and all that, as was then considered a non-Soviet, and therefore bad. It was believed that once you wear long hair, then bow before the West. By the principle of "Today you're unfaithful to his wife one day and betrayed the Motherland".
Jeans verified the authenticity of the case. These American jeans, if they are deployed, had themselves to stand on the floor, so tight they must be Cotonou. Jeans were worn tight, so tight that the first time they had to be put on or lying down, (otherwise nalazili) or wet, and they had to dry directly on to you and take "your" form. We wore jeans, "Soviet" production of an entirely different fabrics and a completely different color, and that they are even slightly resemble the real jeans, then rubbed them on the front of the thighs broken white brick. Below, according to Kant trouser leg, sewn fringe or pliers clamped round metal rivets or penny coin. If we were sewing pants in the studio (and because of the scarcity of trade stalls sewed then very often), the pants should necessarily be flared, and preferably with cuffs. Shirt necessarily had to be fitted, but if worn under a jacket, a long and sharp end of the collar of his jacket was issued over the gate. Socks should have been only a bright red color and desirable double dressing. Best shoes were considered platform shoes. The platform I have come unstuck after five days of purchase, and that - God forbid - the parents do not pass the shoes back to the store, I was sewing on her shoes to gypsy ordinary needle with black thread.
Enough for a day or two, but then again had to sew. Valued Czech footwear company "Tseboev" - virtually the only imported shoes, which still somehow could get. Everyone tried to stand in front of others as he could, it was called "show off". Of course, in a school in such clothes, we did not go, so we dressed for the other, our lives. So, our class teacher (I was already studied in the 30-th school) - Fedorchenko Valentin did not let us in school, yet we have not trimmed. A study is needed. I persuaded the boys a haircut under the Canadian sports, and simply, almost nalyso, a comb, as if out of spite. When come to the barbershop, the hair cut just me and someone else is one. The other guys looked at us and funk, tried to translate everything into a joke, they allegedly played a joke on us. Parents are still called to the school on propesochivanie, saying that a central school, not a place for convicts. In general, I often imagined the various dirty tricks, because he was very, very well read and because I have worked well head.

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Until 1972, when we lived in the quarter Shevchenko, parents just turn off my light in the room and to read more even slightly, ever read under the covers with the flashlight. When I began to learn in high school, you could read any number. After school hours on the second shift, three times a week we went to the pool "Dinamo", a group of "Health", where the first hour chasing a football or basketball, and then an hour swimming in the pool. After that, we are walking in the garden or on the "durakovke" - Square Heroes' Square of the Great Patriotic War, or in the garden 30 years of the Komsomol. "Durakovkoy" Square called by the people due to standing next to him executive committee and provincial party committee, so yes it is called now.



When about ten o'clock I came home, I was very hungry, and I left a couple of dishes in a variety of food. The expression on my face probably resembled the expression of the muzzle of Hippo cartoon "Well, wait!" When he was with love and anticipation of happiness was setting on the stadium towns. (What a wonderful phrase - a foretaste of happiness.) Cups with drink and plate of food I was setting on a chair on the floor beside the bed. I chose a couple of books at night, put a number of radio «VEF-SPIDOLA» enabled the Voice of America, and only then set about eating and reading, which lasted until two or three o'clock in the morning.
For my well-read I was very fond of our head teacher on educational work, literature teacher Tatoli Tamara, a teacher from God. Loved, and often defended me, after I did another leprosy.


A variety of leprosy, I did often, would be an idea. But I never did anything just to do poorly, perhaps, like others, I wanted to somehow express themselves. The ideas I drew from where he could, then subtract something, you hear, then invented. Even in the first or second grade I was a big change rubbed red peppers ends of the handles of the entire class. Five minutes after the start of the lesson in class was roaring. Roared all, and I'm including, as I have all hands were in the pepper, and pepper on hand and hit in the mouth and eyes. I just wanted to help the teacher and wean his comrades to chew the ends of pens.
Out of school number 14, I do not remember the names of teachers, although some apparently remember very well. I remember one high school teacher, who could not explain anything to my classmates, and for that beat his head on the board, taking his hands behind his ears - hammered granite science.
Once my father told me about his brother, hooligans since the war by calling to the school povykruchival bulbs in the classroom, and then re-boiled them in place, paving at the tip of the cap lumps of chewed blotter. While blotter was wet - the current passed. But it was enough to dry, and when the current passes went dry it very quickly, then the light disappeared. We just learned the second shift and classes had to be up to 20.30. The club at 20.00 Mayakovsky began AWESOME. In short, we watched the film in class, as in the office, where we had to be the last lesson, cut down the light. The only pity is that the cabinet was locked and I could not take blotter. The morning the electrician took them to the Director and began debriefing. For me someone nastuchat, and maybe cool and so guess whose hands is the case.
Once I and my friend, classmate Vovka Kovganets (who died in 2000.) Between the final examinations after the end of tenth grade dangled near the school until he met with the head teacher Tamara, who was carrying home from school covered with huge packs of notebooks for work at home.
She immediately harnessed to us, and after we were put to her apartment notebook, due to the intense heat on the street, poured us - graduates, but more students! - On a third cup of cold dry Riesling wine. And although the wine was almost no degrees, according to Soviet times it was an act with a capital letter, and nothing but respect for her we are not loved. I had a purely humanitarian mindset and with the same force as I liked the teacher in humanitarian work, with the same force I felt a repugnance to my "techie" as very much at sea in engineering sciences, but was simply a blunt like a cork. Only teacher CWP - basic military training - Lieutenant Colonel Matus (school nickname of "skirting") refers to all the evenly and was always calm, as the stricken tank.

I do not know if I was very thin in the classroom, but that was the longest - that's for sure. I used to grow for the benefit of male classmates.
Once I noticed that when the girls wiping rag board in the classroom, then for lifting up their hands, in order to wipe the top of the board, they have greatly raised skirt. While on duty on a class of the prettiest of our girls, I (at the request of friends) specifically wrote on the blackboard with chalk at the very top just enough boards sort of nonsense that duty had to wash. We are the guys with the kind of judges and idiotic smiles on their faces, took their seats for the first installment, as in the cinema at the forefront, asking, each other questions: "Is this seat?", And the girls wiped the board, pretending that he is very shy, carefully holding up the skirt free hand.

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Animals while people were somehow much less than now. We were able to persuade their parents to Olga, a dog only in 1973, already on a new apartment with a large corridor. Fair to say that his father always wanted a dog, and that he'd brought was not informed of even the mother.
Sometimes quarter Shevchenko drove "zhivoderka" - a machine for catching "wild" dogs and cats. Some were caught with a stick with a noose around his neck, and some simply ejected from the gun. We were very scared and sorry for the animals. This was done during the day, when all the adults except grandmothers were at work. Arriving home from work and listening to our complaints, parents are terribly outraged, but doing nothing. From time to time on the wagon drove a junk dealer, who changed his rags on spools and thread, thimbles, or clay whistles, if the rags brought children. We grandmother never gave any rags, all wore full, mend clothes, socks darned. And that is not raced, went to the village, and the 80-ies to the country. And we so wanted to whistle. As in all times of the apartments went to Roma. I remember that one day my aunt opened the door to a gypsy, and she asked her to buy bread. Grandmother naively cut gypsy loaf of bread, for which he was immediately covered with a three-storey abuse, they say, please do not bread, and bread.

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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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Сообщение от Turquoise

I'd be happy any reviews

Although my late brother a year older than you, all written as if speaking to him and me.
All - true. Everything was so. THANK YOU!.

[gorelov]

You seem to have started the topic with the Citation Ray Bradbury? In "Martian Chronicles" [1] it is not bad, in the words of one hero, said:

The Americans have always been a special art paper, its place - in the room upstairs eccentric son.

[Бирюза]

gorelov, it is so. Very much Bradbury. I think he was very afraid of old age, he has a lot of things is permeated with nostalgia for the past.

[gorelov]

I am more concerned that we are in Russia so enthusiastic about all these "Why Russia is not America, that we have just been treated to art, although it may well always and everywhere there.

[Jasmin]

Turquoise is written "about a hundred black and white illustrations. You can access the images?

[Бирюза]

Never sought and did not want to be like Americans. We are different. We have a lot to be proud of in himself, and they have themselves. But that is another topic.

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Jasmin, some will try to reset. Consuming.

[Бирюза]

Photos are where my, where internet. About everything in a little bit.

[Бирюза]

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