Schnderovich corner: Part 1

Once in our musical, Igumnov’s name, school No. 5 came the composer Kabalevsky. I don’t remember this parish itself, but I remember the consequences of a photograph: I sit, therefore, Kabalevsky surrounded by girls in white front aprons, and I sit on Kabalevsky’s knees.

This photograph for some time was the subject of my secret pride. Is it a joke - the author of a popularly beloved song "Birch, then mountain ash ..."

A kind, tall gray -haired grandfather with a child on his knees ...

Many years later, I learned that Kabalevsky poisoned Shostakovich, informed, reproduced reprisals in the Union of Composers ... Then I heard the violin concert of Sarasate and clearly distinguished the topic "Birch or Rowal ..." in it ... "

You can not leave children unattended. They will put on their knees to whom it is no - tremble later ...

We shot the veranda in the house of the couple of old Latvians - I think they were one and a half centuries for two. Their son, my namesake, was under fifty. There was a TV in the house, but my grandfather and I went for a distant land, to the fire department to watch the 1966 World Cup. There, near Kalanchi, I was worried about Igor Suchanko and Co.

I did not understand why it is impossible to ask the owners to let us go to them for the duration of the match. Together they would have fought for ours ...

But we were not fate to get together: the old lady old people were on the Federal Republic of Germany. This, eight -year -old, was once clarified without unnecessary details - and it struck quite strongly. I asked my grandfather why they are aquest for the Germans, but I did not receive a clear answer. I asked my grandmother-my grandmother for some reason got angry.

It was terrible and completely inexplicable. Soviet people must root for the USSR! And my grandfather and I went to Kalanch.

They played like this: the ball rushed upward, and everyone fled the scatter. The driver, catching the ball, shouted in a wild voice:

- Star!

And everyone had to freeze where this scream was forced.

“Stander” - “Stand Hier” - “Wait here” ... The game was German! But it did not bother us out of ignorance.

Choosing the nearest victim, the driver had the right to make three jumps in her direction - and from this place he tried to get a ball. Moreover, the victim did not have the right to move, but could only wriggle. I was small and very fast, which gave an advantage in tactics.

This game disappeared and sunk into oblivion along with the diaphyls about corn - the queen of the fields and cup holders with a satellite flying around the earth. It’s not a pity corn, the cup holders are not sorry - the STANDER is sorry. The game was good.

We live in the same room with a five, my place is behind the cabinet. The cabinet is glued behind the cloudy wallpaper. Then a schedule of lessons appeared on top of them. And before that, nothing distracted from life. While falling asleep, you look at the wallpaper pattern, and after some time some faces, landscapes begin to peek out of there ...

The WEF radio receiver rustles from the cabinet. He has a green variable eye, and on the front panel the names of tempting cities are written by a ladder. Before the radio, the father sits until midnight and, pressing his ear, listens to the voice, blocked by rustling or buzzing. In America, President Kennedy was killed. It would be great not to lie, but to sit at night next to the dad and listen to the murder. But if I get up, they will kill me already ...

It is not clear why at night you can hear so badly? - In the morning, neither a rumble nor wheezing.

- You listen to "Pioneer dawn!"

The hated, inhumanly peppy voice. We must get up.

I studied well at school - I think that with a fright: I was afraid to upset my parents. Each three, even in the most disgusting objects like chemistry, was a drama.

I remember one such drama very well.

It was in biology. The biology of Praskovya Fedorovna caused me to answer the board, how dowels differ from the dicotyledonous plants. Well, I, well -stained, reported everything at once: these roots have rods, and these are honeycombed, those at these ...

When I finished the listing of differences, Praskovya Fedorovna asked:

- And more?

I said:

- All.

“No, not all,” said Praskovya. - Think.

I thought and said:

- All.

- You forgot the most important difference! - solemnly reported the teacher. - In one -day, one share, and two -bottomed - two.

And I put me a three.

Duplicate is a thing, apparently, hereditary.

This was discovered many years later, when my daughter grew up and my wife led her to a test in a special school. The daughter was six years old - a teacher who checked Domchkino development, about thirty. And so she (in the order of verification of development) asked:

- How is the wolf different from the dog?

The daughter laughed at the simplicity of the question (after all, she was six years old)-and, with a laugh, replied:

-Well, the dog is called a friend of a person, but a person’s wolf can not be called a person.

And laughed again.

“I see,” said the teacher.

And drawing minus in the graph of assessment. My vigilant wife saw this and asked why, in fact, a minus. The testing replied:

- Because the answer is wrong.

The wife asked the correct answer - and was familiar with him. The answer was written on a card lying in front of the teacher: "The dog is a pet, a wolf is a wild." The wife asked:

“Don't you think that she said?”

The testing said: does not seem. The wife took our six -year -old daughter behind the hand and led home, away from this center of giftedness.

A year later, our friends brought their son to the neighboring refuge for the child prospects, and a specially trained aunt asked six -year -old Andryusha to tell her how the bus differs from the trolleybus. Andryusha did not hide anything from the aunt and honestly informed her that the bus was working on the internal combustion engine, and the trolleybus on the strength of alternating current.

It turned out: nothing like that. Just a trolley with horns, and the bus is without. And do not fool aunt's head!

For the first time in my life, I heard the word "Jew" in the class in about the fourth - from the classmate of Sasha Maltsev. There was squeamishness in his tone. I realized that I have some kind of natural flaw that impedes a good attitude towards me of normal Russian people like Sasha Maltsev-and at the same time I realized that it was completely irreparable.

And I wanted everyone to be loved. For the fourth grade, it is quite a good feeling. The complete inconsistency of this desire is still injuring me.

I stopped shuddering and drilling with the word “Jew” only for a fourth ten years. In childhood, in a family feast, a voice was lowered on this word. However, the usage happened very rarely: the topic was not that forbidden, but what is obscene. As a mention of a kind of family curse made from a settled line. Only at the very end of the Soviet regime, it turned out that the “Jew” is not a curse, but simply such a nationality.

There was another terrible word. I read it in Literary. It was in the summer, in the Riga seaside; I already moved to the sixth grade and read everything that came to hand.

But I did not understand the meanings of one word and asked what it was. Instead of answering, my aunts, my father’s sisters, raised a terrible scream, finding out who did not remove the newspaper from the child with this terrible word.

The word was - "sex".

So so far no one has explained what it is.