
Sports complex of the Russian State Agrarian University in the north of Moscow. Along the field for mini-football, actively gesticulating, several young Spartacians are worn. These are spare, not included in the starting lineup for the final of the "Cup of Good". And now they are loudly worried about their own: one guy curses-childishly, out of place, when Spartak loses the ball; The second screams, tells in a thin voice that enemy players need to be “kept”. His screams are drowned out by the sounds of the whipped blows of tall red-white on the ball, then unexpected exclamations from the rostrum: the mothers are observed by the mothers of the Spartaks, and they try to catch their children's eyes on the field. Sometimes their views intersect, and then mothers with some certainty in their faces wave their hand.

Back in 2010, on the basis of the Moscow Spartak, a team of children with cerebral palsy was assembled (there are two such clubs in Moscow - there is also a team of “Center for Football of Disabled Disableds”, based on the Center for Physical Education and Sports of CJSC). The Paralympic champion of Sydney Viktor Morozov took to train the guys - he now walks along the field with a concentrated face, limping. And today the red and white for the first time perform in the final of the “Cup of Good”-a charitable tournament in which ordinary children play against children with “disabilities” (as these guys are called in a bureaucratic bird: “with limited health opportunities”). Spartak in today's competitions is the only such team.
In Spartak, children with light and heavy forms of cerebral palsy are trained, but now there are no children with a heavy shape on the field. The fact that the players have health problems, I do not understand right away-only occasionally one tall Spartak man unusually bends the foot before giving a pass, the other football player, moving around the field without a ball, somehow lifts their knees and dilies them to the sides, and another guy during Dristing holds his back unnaturally directly.

There is a real struggle on the field. Spartak leads in the match against the team “Children - Mira ambassadors” 1: 0. Probably, their rituals help red-white-before the final entry on the field, one guy touched the parquet with his right hand and rushed crossed out like Sergio Ramos. The “ambassadors of the world” look more mobile - they are a head below the Spartaks, and they often manage to “deceive” the enemy. But in less mobile red and white, almost everything flies on target: they get long blows. And when one of the Spartaks shows in the attack and a counterattack begins, a broad-shouldered goalkeeper with a fashionable hairstyle comes to the rescue. In this match, he has three saves on his account, and he beat off one ball in a jump into the far corner. It’s awkward, knocking the ball into the side line, but repulsed.
And then "Spartak" wins. Football players first jump as stung, and then applauded in an adult spectators and journalists.

At the award ceremony, the presenters give the floor to the goalkeeper of the red and white. The guy, so confident on the field, now, stuttering strongly and burping, says to the loser teams:
“R-boss ... If you have a C-target, then you will achieve it in obviously. You yourself saw everything. All ss-s with a victory! ”
This guy is the name of Maxim, he is 15 years old, he looks just like an adult because of the bristles on his elongated face. Max is nervous, and we have to listen to what he says.
After the match, I asked for a visit to him.
“They are all football players, Maxim even infected the dog,” a short beautiful woman, Maxim Victoria Igorevna, tells me from the threshold. She meets me in their apartment in South Butovo with Frank - a dog with smart eyes and a rag soccer ball in his teeth. (And the father of the family, although it’s too late, is not at home - he is still at work.)

Behind Victoria Igorevna, eight -year -old triplets Igor, Adeline and Evelina in turn are trying to climb Maxim on his back. Max, crossing his hands, stands in a T -shirt, shorts and white slippers with the inscription "Volyn Hospital" and modestly smiles.
The triplets are taken to the kitchen to teach "Fedorino Gora." Evelina manages to shout that “Maxim has a cup and he is the champion”, and we go with Spartak to his room.
Ordinary children's. A computer table, opposite the bed - a TV, at the bottom of the Xbox and several disks with different parts of the FIFA football simulator. On the floor dumbbells, on the wall of the book regiment. There-almost the entire Jules Verne, and also the “two captains” Kaverin and something from Dan Brown: the guy says that “he loves everything adventure and interesting.” Then, blushing, he boasts: "For a year, it seems, I read 25 books."

When I notice in surprise that the children rarely read at his age, he disgraces me incredulously at me, as if he had not heard about this.

In addition to books on the shelf there is a photo of Maxim with the best friend of Dania - for tonight he will call Max several times.
I ask Spartak to show his awards, and he shows. You have to show for a long time.
“Here I took the third place in the P-P-Plane-200 meters with a brass,” the guy says, carefully sorting out his diplomas. -This is, well ... for Robo-TOTENITION-twice at the M-Moskovsky level, first place and I-and at the All-Russian third.
Then it exhales and quickly, swallowing the endings, explains: “These are such competitions. There, know, they give you two hours. TE has a set of lego parts, a special chip and two drawings. ” Then Maxim calms down and continues lingeringly: “You must somehow understand these drawings and make a machine-to figure out more and and water there. You construct, in general, the program, and you are a typewriter-and it should, for example, make a snake, translate it, go to the garage. ”
“And now,” I ask, “that you are not programming?”
Maxim looks at me in surprise and peremptorily declares: “So now football ...” - and shows two gold medals won with Spartak.
Max is engaged in football for two and a half years. In Spartak plays a month and a half, although he is rooting for CSKA. Just with CSKA, there are no teams for special children.
During these month and a half, Maxim did not miss a single training. Twice a week, on Tuesday and Thursday, he comes home after school, dressed up and goes to Sokolniki play football: the charity support fund of veterans and youth FC Spartak-Moscow is allocating a special bus. The same fund purchases a uniform for children, all classes are free.

Before Spartak, Maxim trained in another place: "Where are healthy guys."
- Well, I used to play in another place. Also as a goalkeeper, here. But I could not. He did not hold out for a long time. The coach at least praised me, but then said: "Sorry, we have the first health group."
In fact, this was not Maxim “could not,” but simply the leadership of the section found out that an unusual child was engaged in healthy children.
And the coach, who had previously called Max an “interesting football player”, had to refuse the boy. Maxim’s mother will tell me later.
“Oh,” continues Max. - Previously, I played at a small gate, then every year more and more. Because if you stand on the little ones, then where to develop? And in jumping, development is going on.

At the end of the conversation, Maxim shares his plans: after the 9th grade, he wants to go to a physical education college and become a football manager or adaptive physical education coach.
Victoria Igorevna's voice comes from the kitchen: “Black ... ink ...” I tear her away from the dictation and ask you to tell about the family. She leads me to the empty children's triplets and begins to talk about Maxim. She talks about how it was before and what it was worth putting Maxim on his feet in the literal sense of the word. In her history, I hear the stories of many mothers.
- They lived with her husband for themselves - studied, worked, made a career. Max is our firstborn. Born - immediately resuscitation. Then there was a feeling that there was no holiday and would not be. People left the maternity hospital happy, and I walked like shell -shocked: why isn't it? From the resuscitation, we pulled it out. He could not swallow, sleep. And we did not sleep. A year later, the children's hospital said:
“Refuse, there will be a mentally retarded plant. Why do you need this? Do you imagine what a disabled child is? "
The struggle begins with the first phrase of the doctor.
We went to the hospital every year four times. At some point, they told me: “Well, he has already gone with you. Well, he doesn't say, so what - he walks! Stop already healing - socialize. ” And he went very, very badly. I studied medicine. Dalized articles. I came to the eighteenth children's hospital - this is Mecca for Russian despenships. She said that Max should have surgery on the spinal cord. Doctors looked at me like that: “Smart, right? Very smart? We received diplomas, and you came with us with a Vgikov diploma. ” The husband was called: "Cure the wife, she is not a physician, her son will sit in a wheelchair." I was infuriated, and I told them: "Do you know what, here will be the moment when we come with my son - will you be ready to eat our diplomas?" And returned. I came straight with a bottle of water. Many mothers believe that I am a doctor when we talk. I say: I am not a doctor. I am an accomplice.

I have always motivated Max hard. I did not have this - the child was walking, fell, and I ran. No, I stood at a distance. Through yourself. She told him: "Get up." For forty minutes they could spend on it. But I got up. But here - he now has the desire to prove.
At first we fought for life, then for health, then my task was not to socialize, namely, to give my child life, education so that he was independent.
We changed seven schools after the first seven years. They did not accept it. Physically, he was a little stronger, and his education was difficult for him-he had a serious delay. We were in a comprehensive school, but this is not the same school of life, because there was persecution there ... They just etched it from one school - he had stuttering after that. He was at home school for a year. Then correction. Now he is engaged in a rehabilitation school from the Department of Social Protection. By the way, we tried to open a similar center in 2012 - then there was no such project, rehabilitation plus education, there was no education. But public structures gave the unsubscribes: "We do not need." One businessman, in the benefit, handed us the building: they arrived with the prefect, took off, shouted on camera: "We are children." Only the building turned out to be emergency. I stopped paying for rent - make repairs, then I will pay. They did not make repairs, but we were dragged around the courts. So there was only a sign hanging there - “Maxima”.
Over the past two years, the son has matured strongly. Now he is rehabilitating himself. This rehabilitation is endless. Without weekends, without passing. He himself began to play sports-and now football, football, football, proper nutrition ... We tried to somehow draw other children-recently we dragged the Paralympicians with the head coach-these three-time world champions, five-time Europe, heroes, whom no one knows.
I say to my mothers: "Climate, what are you sitting." They are too lazy to take football. Lent to walk. Lenter to do something else. And she waved her hand.

... Seeing me away, Maxim slightly shook my hand and for some reason laughed. His family lives not only with pensions, rehabilitation and benefits. But he was not just “lucky”. He is just a guy who could.