Old habits

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My childhood had to fade away the USSR. Perhaps I was even lucky: the agony of the cruel October Bastard was already at a conscious age, and I have the opportunity to compare and reason as a witness, and not a collector of myths.

I remember how primary school teacher told us about the structure of peace and love for the homeland. And, among juicy examples of devotion and heroism, there was a story about an attempt to hijack the evil Americans of our peaceful spacecraft. Say, during the docking of the Soyuz and Apollo, evil capitalists decided to toward the coupling from spacecraft in the United States. We believed: in the photo their spaceship looked thicker and more powerful.

The evil plans of the capitalists were not allowed to triumph. Because our astronaut took out an anti -tank grenade from his pocket and oathly assured the offspring of militarism and military men that he was ready to blow up both ships to the devils, if only not to be excommunicated from his sweet homeland and her bores. The damned Americans were minus, and the “Soyuz” with his crew flew safely in the direction of Baikonur. Such a feat was performed by Leonov. Or Kubasov. It seems, nevertheless, Leonov. Because the commander. Because ahead.

All this nonsense was so exaltation that we believed. Because children generally believe adults. Because the fact that adults are false and hypocritical, to believe much more difficult. And even the presence of an anti -tank grenade in the inventory did not surprise - the Soviet man is always on the alert.

Later, in the lessons, physicists told us that the orbital flight was organized extremely simple: the ship is falling, and the Earth, due to the sphericalness, is evading a clash with it. And there can be no “pulling to myself” in orbit. So this whole story remained in some kind of curials illustrating those moods and that era.

I am still wondering if the teacher herself believed in this myth. Alas, there is no one to ask already - time goes on.

And more recently, the story of tug of space rope surfaced in memory. Because children regularly come from school and ask how far Syria. And on this Monday, in the fourth grade of the 15th school of the city of Vladimir, as a home essay, they set an essay “Letter to the Russian Soldier to Syria”. And I am no longer interested in whether the teacher believes in what she preaches. Because all this should already have some other name.