Sleep Popov

Wow, I remembered! Day of Radio! However, I did not remember, I read it on the Internet. And in childhood, I have never forgotten these dates - the days of the press, artillery, miner, aviation, radio. Still: in the kitchen there was a tear -off calendar, I studied with all the thoroughness that I was capable of.

On the day of the radio, the calendar page was decorated with a portrait of a noble and bearded old -regime uncle. It was an engineer Popov, an inventor of the radio. Everything else according to those years, it seems, was invented by Radzunov and Kulibin.

To understand the role of radio in a person’s life, you must remember yourself five years in some fifty-third year. You lie in the next sore throat. It hurts to swallow, and parchment paper from the compress is mercilessly scratching your neck. Outside the window is endless snow. It is also painful to speak, and there is no one with. Mom went to the pharmacy for streptocide, and she is still not. On a storyteller, covered with a lace napkin, a trophy radio stands, winking, winking around with an emerald eye. He has a whole life, he has all hope, he is the only consolation to you. You listen to everything - from the anthem to the anthem.

Morning gymnastics. Lecturer Gordeev, pianist Rodionov. "Legs are shoulder-width apart! Knee is higher! A very good one! One! Two! Three! Two! Two! Three! Go to water procedures."

"Pioneer dawn." Once, already in the 70s, in one company they introduced me to a pretty, but simple young lady. When asked about the kind of occupation, she somehow casually abandoned that she was a "radio actress." It intrigued. Then it turned out that she was a radio actress in the sense that when she was seven years old, she signed up on the radio in the role of "Hello, guys! On the air" Pioneer Dawn "!"

"Writer at the microphone." "I get a lot of letters from my readers. I will read one of them."

Singers. Bunchikov sings "flying birds" fly ", and Nechaev-" in love foreman "(" I can’t say, I can talk. And therefore I love-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo "). Together they sing the comic: "Here they go all three - he, she, and the shed (pause) rain, rain, rain, rain."

Children's radio feeding. "Ayoga-Gaa-Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Boys-rings are played by Zinaida Bokarev. All the others - Nikolai Litvinov. Especially Pope Carlo and Pinocchio at the same time.

The advanced article and a brief overview of the newspaper Pravda. Only one thing is clear: how lucky I was that I was born in the USSR. And he could in some America. Horror!

Learning a song. "Now listen to this verse performed by the children's choir."

Football. Vadim Sinyavsky. A familiar tongue twisted is familiar to the whole country: "Attention, attention! Our microphones are installed ... Net is conveyed by Simonyan, Simonyan-back Net. We must beat! Ay-yu-yu-yai!"

"The guess, guessing, an interesting game, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-ta-ta-ta-ta (I do not remember), it's time to listen to the radio."

The works of Soviet composers ... In the circle of musicians there was such a joke: "We passed the works of Soviet composers. Now listen to music."

So, on one March day, already recovering and therefore, being in languid bliss, I heard Levitan’s mournful voice: "The breath of Chain-Koks ...". This was the first death of me. He died that the radio called my father a hundred times a day. My real father quit smoking that day. Although what does it have to do with it? It is incomprehensible.

To understand the role of a radio in a person’s life, you must remember yourself, rotating in all directions of the Riga Speedole with a bent antenna in a vain attempt to hear the voice of Anatoly Maksimovich Goldberg. "Looking from London." BBC. Soviet tanks in Prague. Not a devil is heard.

One familiar rather large family was an early and in full force listened to the Voice of America - this was a native of the ritual. Among the listeners was a very old grandfather. Although he was deaf, he behaved quietly, did not ask anyone about anything, he listened to all these rustle and codes respectfully and disciplined. Only after all, when the radio turned off, each time he sorrowfully stated: "But they did not say the weather again." A special, somewhat mystical role of weather forecasts is a special topic. However, a lot of things have been said about this.

To understand the role of a radio in a person’s life, you need to take a strangle and imagine that there were fabulous times when there were no TVs, not to mention the Internet. And therefore, the popular heroes of those years - announcements, leading, sports commentators, singers and roles in radio sponsor - were mysterious invisibility, unusually intriguing and exciting people's imagination.

The radio lived as usual in the kitchen. The connection between the kitchen and the radio was one -sided. The radio broadcast, taught, sang and preached. The kitchen cut a bow, drank tea, talked, cursed, washed the dishes. Sometimes she listened, raising the index finger.

Now they listen to the radio in cars.

To understand the role of radio in a person’s life today, you must have at least an approximate idea of ​​such an important sociocultural phenomenon as a car traffic jam. When you have to catch a car, you pull a lottery ticket every time. Every time you are wondering what kind of sounds your great standing in traffic will accompany. Whether the ether will stream marshmallows, which lies your irritated impatience, or, most likely, the broadcast will stream the hopeless “chanson”, only multiplying your road torment, which multiples, in some time.

According to the well -known aphorism, there is a radio, but there is no happiness. This, of course, is so. But this is not so, if you still recall the five-year-old in some fifty-third year, which slowly and blissfully recovering after the next sore throat, promising exorbitant happiness sounds: "He was a log, became a boy, made friends with a smart book. This is very good, even very good! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la la-la la-la-la la-la