Essay:
life at the turn of epochs.Personal memories of the 80s - 90s.
life at the turn of epochs.Note about your thoughts, feelings, sensations in the 80s-90s.Descriptions of events are extremely subjective and did not claim to academic integrity.When writing this masterpiece is not specifically Google, expounding exclusively from memory, so a huge amount of facts distorted.However, even more simply skipped, and indeed, did not write about the facts and the feelings tied to public life.
my happy childhood in the distant Siberian Muhosranske.For the capital's residents that before that now, a city of nothing to say.Remote province - Muhosransk.Parents, by Soviet standards, earning well, but saved money home - going to move "on the sea".However, I personally lack of money never felt and a refrigerator was full.Then anecdote went ... completely reluctant to write, but the bottom line is this: there is nothing in the shops, and everyone has everything.It was.Through rear Cyrillic - "I am from Ivan Ivanovich" and so on.It was more difficult with fashionable imported belongings, but also their pull through a third "on the basis of" getting out.But excuse me, but what was so often as the youth went from one incubator, in the same jeans, sneakers and the like.I like the guy, it was a drum, and the girls really suffered.Compare
as taught in Soviet schools and in modern will not.Just I do not know how to teach it now.Experience in children is not counted - we, too, ached from the "excessive burden", but my parents handed over their money, just do not know where the repair, and I will not lie.On the issue of gifts to teachers when - just give up, and judging by the terrible devastation in the student toilets, which could come only disgust levies on plumbing clearly passed.
stretched to ten classes of even inveterate Losers.Then the law was on compulsory secondary education.After the release of all those who wanted, I went to universities, and wanted to approximately 60 percent, and the rest - to the plant.There was no other: either work or learn.To do live in different cities.The two were not afraid and rushed to Moscow.There were without gold medals.One at Moscow State University, the second Baumanku.I confess that I was afraid to Moscow or St. Petersburg and Tomsk chose.This city can write it, I hope, from Moscow, St. Petersburg people and residents of the provinces know.Please do not confuse with Omsk - a different city.
Finally, braced itself to the turn of the eras.It happened when I was expelled from the technical college for akademneuspevaemost and I got a job at the plant.There, in Tomsk.On defense, you do not huhry-muhry - my profile was pristine.Just ashamed to go home, and I was determined to recover the university.Army, due to the "white ticket," I do not shine, but the parents have separated from the feeders, and I realized that this is true, although it is insulting.
Gryanul Gorbachev.Perestroika, glasnost.In the smoking room talking exclusively about politics.Still, the young Secretary General!Not old fart that before he had uttered such words and correct, without notes.Truth be told for a long time and he was lost, where to start, but it's already something.The only thing that absolutely did not agree the vast majority of men - Prohibition.
Drunkenness was indeed the rage.Well ... not quite so much, but we drank a lot.In my native Muhosranske I first tried vodka in 14 years and is among us boys, was considered normal.Not just sipped and drunk all male composition class at some celebration.In my 8th of March.Hata classmate Free - ancestors somewhere faded and we gladly jumped at the opportunity to "cool" friendship.Scored vodka - is not enough, so we, without thinking twice, drank home-made beer, which her parents have put on moonshine.She also had the sense to show the jar.Naturally, all poobrygalis, flew his own ancestors and the school made a "demonstrative tribunal" (did not shy).There were no serious consequences, but in terms of educating the public flogging did not help.What else could I do in high school?Study, in some sports, weekend disco with booze, fighting area to the area.Of course, we did not Kazan, this rarely happens.Most simply crowd the crowd stand up, and how povykrikivayut insults from the ground will be "Looking" for the region that everyone knew he was the area "holds".Appears and disperse all the youngsters, I mean us.In fact, we only this and waited, but everyone was afraid to admit - deemed a coward.Youth new neighborhoods have long made friends in common clubs (houses of culture), dance halls, sports clubs, in the general beach.This mass clashes were like "a tribute to tradition."Oh, and of drunkenness: in my class, at least for the holidays, drank all, regardless of gender and evaluation in the journal.18 years old, of course, no one was.
during the notorious "semi-dry" law in kilometer-long queues for alcohol be quickly tired, and we students (and I had to live "hare" in the dormitory), began to buy vodka from speculators.They were like the devil out of the box.Vodka was the first real, just bought one knows how, but soon appeared and "Palenque", or as we called "rods".Here then, vodka, even before the resolution on co-operatives and the first capital, and with it the racket.There were pitching in tracksuits.This is my personal feeling.Of course, I heard about the Soviet "tsehoviki" thieves-in-law, even a movie corresponding looked, but I was eating on his own sense of the era.
It is time cooperation.For me it is remembered the gradual disappearance of the running gosmagazinov products and the flourishing cooperative.No queues, with a good variety, but the price ... it God, the market could take a cheaper, but too lazy to get there.There were quite affordable fashionable clothes of dubious quality.What else can remember.Yes, coupons for all sorts of rubbish, the most valuable of which were sugar, soap and, of course, alcohol.He, like sugar introduced earlier, but promised not to google, and I will not.At this time, I went to another university, not technical.
And what happened in the TV!Ratings political broadcasts if they then existed, going wild.Then Congress passed the first "freely" elected Supreme Soviet of the USSR.He was elected President, of course, Gorbachev.Live sounded "Boris, you're wrong," the old man whistled Sakharov and, in my opinion, out of his mouth for the first time sounded the word democracy.Before that, it somehow meant ... was used, but did not sound in this context.The Baltic republics on the same Congress announced that they will seek secession from the Union.
It was then that I first felt the possible disintegration of the country.Prior to that, this idea just does not fit in the head.Next came the "parade of sovereignties" and that most struck me was the sovereignty of Russia announced!It turns out I was living under someone else's yoke.I not noticed somehow.
Events raced with such a dizzying pace that is really important just do not remember.Food shops disappeared as if by magic, but the terms were mini-markets, where trading everything from dry goods to the meat.To be honest, I, as a student, over the shops are not soared.Afternoon snack pancakes in the dining room (they are the cheapest), night in the dorm were prepared from which God sent.Usually it was potatoes, sent by one of the parents, Italian pasta (rarely gave them coupons) oil.And of meat - that someone would get or buy on the market, the benefit of one appeared in the neighborhood.In general, not hungry, but look at all the food a disgrace, especially on an empty shop counters were unpleasant.
What else would think before the collapse of the country ... Kashpirovskiy!Later Chumak.People really lost landmarks, dragged to any "miracle."The atmosphere rang the smell of change.I, as a young - hot liked it.It is about, and start living!And around only temporary difficulties, as always, according to Soviet propaganda.Another outstanding event - the first miners' strike.I was delighted.Not the fact that their salaries were not paid, but the very fact.Really soon we will be in the West?By this time the cult of "the West" got into me tightly.It seemed to me that they are fine.They work, get a big salary, strike, go to meetings, if you do not agree, the youth sometimes buzit.Wow.And for America, and I have, I can assure you the majority of the population, the attitude was good-natured.With the admixture of indulgence and admiration at the same time.I do not know why.But it was the cold war, propaganda worked on all cylinders.Jeans and chewing gum, they have bought, or what?Little hard to believe.And the feeling to the states appeared before mass video clubs with Hollywood productions.Paradox.But I understand why the attitude has changed for 90s, but more on that below.
August coup took me on a vacation home.I first learned about it from a taxi driver: "I heard Gorbik thrown off!It serves him right".But I was worried.Hurry home and turn on the telly - Swan Lake.Catching the "Voice of America", and from there only know what exactly happened.I was frightened.So I am hoping to change that soon begin to live, and now it means nothing?Seeing the famous press conference, almost relieved.Then miraculously appeared Yeltsin on a tank, delivered his appeal on the radio, but I did not understand.No, I understand, I realized, but who do not listen to, where to go?We've all was quiet - peaceful.In my opinion no policeman on the street was not.Who sabotage?The people waited.Youth on the side of the defenders of the "White House", mostly against older, but without tension, no one owes because of the policy's face and did not beat anybody on any rallies was not going to, not Russian flags hung.
Bialowieza Forest for me was a complete surprise.Clearly, it was felt in everything - the union breaks up, but that as an ax head?If only the federation which have retained, or something, and the CIS.Dunno what.To be honest, still do not understand.Like the referendum and the majority voted "for" a kind of union.In addition to the Baltic states, of course.Or I'm wrong?In short, the fact that Belarus and Ukraine - Foreign long in my head did not fit, the rest I was somehow not care.I was in Uzbekistan in the 80s - then they have lived by their own laws.
Finally, we hit the real, I think the market.The time has come true, I thought, freedom.
media as the chain broke.All around us everything is bad, dirt on the officials, the police, the KGB, the Communist Party."Yellow" newspaper did not differ from "serious" take in hand - you can not tell.Perhaps all that is written there - the truth, but then the long existence of the Soviet Union can be explained only by God's providence.The TV was Ms. Advertising and Latin American soap operas.In the news high-profile murders, polyhanie border regions of Russia, the war of compromising materials.Began a talk show.It is not entirely successful, but already popular."What to do" - I sighed - "the true cost of free speech," but part of the entertainment TV I liked.
About hyperinflation will not write.I do not remember that much worth on any given day.The zeros on the bills grew by leaps and bounds, and my poor now and literally, the parents lost everything once considerable savings on expensive houses are always the Black Sea coast.I had nothing to lose, and I reacted to inflation as a necessary evil for the future prosperity.Streets flooded bananas, "Bush legs" (I wonder what hormones need to feed the chicken that she had grown to the size of a goose?) And, of course, "Mars" - "Snickers".All relatively cheap.Relatively, because people, especially in enterprises simply stopped paying wages.I studied and worked part time at the hospital, I was concerned wage arrears so far - since.
the shooting of the "White House" there is nothing to remember, at that time I rode the train from the Kuban to Tomsk.The car radio is not working, and rumors among the passengers themselves were contradictory and, to be honest, it was all there on the drum in Moscow once again happen.Everything, including myself more worried about the safety of their own goods: apples and pears.Lucky, of course, for the purpose of sale.Who's the baggage car, who are directly in the reserved seat.The aroma was mouthwatering.I must say that my about 150 kg of pears, apples rotted half later.Well, no commercial vein in me!To sell to anyone, even a quality product, I always crossed through.For some reason I was ashamed.Education can not be helped.But even congresses, visited the sea.But my friends were spinning as best they could.Buy one place, sell in another, organize office "Barnyard" under the guise of a bank, but it is only with the support of criminals, many became "shuttle."Some rushed to play the MMM, and knew it was a scam, but hoped in time to get off.Some of the Some succeeded.Bought cars and apartments, but most got clear that, not only the elderly, but also began to play the "most intelligent" my young friend.Tragedy.All acquired by overwork!
I, thank God, did not play.Basically.The only thing that had to play - voucher privatization.
In my then-understanding - the idea is the most that neither is perfect.All my life I cursed Soviet mismanagement, and the blessings of the West - private property.Prudent owner of all of the following, wealth multiplies, workers are not offended.They live happily ever after."We performed a little sloppy," - I thought, get a coveted piece of paper.The people were given vouchers for impersonal state property, - "but at least from what we should start", - I reassured own doubts.Where did the denomination of 10,000?A Dunno, but the smart people in the government, economists thought.Probably.It does not matter but I fully supported this venture.
There will be joint-stock companies, earn factories, the owners will follow the competitive, we just fill up the domestic high-quality products.Beauty!Gave a voucher do not remember where, to some mutual fund that is heavily advertised on TV.Waited shares - bummer.The fund was blown away, the vast majority of others.And the chicks from eggs, have become billionaires eggshell.I was very upset.By the way, the winner turned out to be the ones who brought the vouchers and their relatives and and purchased on a native plant.They then bought back shares for a lot of money.And do not sell - off the gas.In terms laid off or "Follow the relatives' and these threats were absolutely serious.
Crime was everywhere then.I feel that since deputies of the city council and to the governors.Perhaps, above, but this is from the "journalistic revelations" in which I quickly stopped believing, seeing two "exposure" of a person through various channels.On one he - a thief and a murderer, the other - slandered competitors.And the documents show - not sap, sincere interview.And there, and there I wanted to believe, professional work.A local deputies, I saw one spoke a couple of times, looking at the construction of luxury houses.Correctly say - the people can not hide, but who will believe you or allow vyaknut?Alexander Matrosov among my friends was not, it was not myself.The local press had already been bought with giblets, or intimidated.
By the beginning of my crush Chechen Democrat-market sharply deflated.Tired of deputies - the bandits, assassinations, fattened on oil and raw material "new Russian", and the people they do not receive a salary, and continued to live in poverty.
I graduated, and began working as an intern at the hospital.Salary - laughter, but rescued duty and bribes from patients.Not solicit, no.Sami carried.Cognac, ham, candy and all that.And, frankly, always I worked, as best he could, regardless of future donations.I assure you, so do all doctors - can not jump higher than yourself.Bribes did not stimulate the brain doctor, trust me.But there are doctors who treat patients carelessly, so to speak carelessly.Here is his bribe certainly stimulate, but you entrust your health to this?And I'm afraid that I will fall real "cool" the patient.Well, they better stay away from them.Fortunate to have never been.
In the "first Chechen" I realized that this information war.Journalists forced us to root for "peaceful Chechen people" dying under the bombs "federals", reported losses among our crazy untrained recruits.They showed the blood, the corpses of Chechen fighters and a number of Russian soldiers.It looked impressive, just a thought about the senselessness of the whole business to climb to Chechnya.Numerous interviews of their leaders and scattered channels.Once again we are forgotten how expelled from Grozny, and sometimes killed Russian, a fake memo and many other things.One and the same fact in different channels covered so sophisticated that the impressions from it imposed exactly the opposite.Really.A?
