Back to the USSR

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Sometimes people find very convenient ways to preserve the past, more precisely, how they imagine it, and to feed these canned food to the rest. For example, my child. I want to say right away, I am not choking, not a shadow of anxiety on the chela.
A child turned back from school, sings a song under his nose: "All people on a big plan should always be friends, they should always laugh and live in a peaceful world." Just some kind of flashback to me from the pioneer past. Ok, I think I'm also for the world, good .

Then his son says that he was put forward from the class to a school -wide contest of readers.
I was delighted. Once I won this competition. Everyone read poems about communism and about victories in the civil war, and I expected my turn, like a person from the end of the alphabet, and I realized that I would certainly make it because I had a verse about how my mother rinses a sick child all night. In general, nothing so fiery. However, in the end, I came out the winner. The jury was imbued.

Have you already chosen anything? - I asked the child Timur. I was already given out, ”Timur answered and waved a piece of paper. I read the verse. It ended with the words "Urrra, I am a brave pioneer, I will live in the USSR," There is not enough line here, I said, after the USSR there should be "study on five!" He added.

Hospadi, I think, in our school only a Pioneer squad is not enough for some teachers to complete happiness. And so you come to school in general, and you have 1978 there. Or even 1984, prastihospadi. You pour geranium in the teacher’s wearing at the table - check the notebooks, and the soul is light and rest. There are teachers who simply copy everything that was in the Soviet school, it calms them, gives a feeling of immutability of the world, a feeling of lack of some frightening changes. And there is no need to condemn anyone, as for me. You never know who runs away from reality. Who is computer games, some in religion and who back to the USSR. Reality is such that not everyone does it.