Leningrad school

Ending. See the beginning - "human school".
1996. September.
Glee has not yet subsided about returning to St. Petersburg.
The drunken kisses of the promised land on a civilian have not yet been given to the end.

The thirty years of the opening of the 159th school. Thirty years of admission to eighth grade. In the last class of childhood. As a sentimental retirement, I can’t miss this holiday.
In recent years of Moscow life, I constantly return in my thoughts to the upcoming anniversary of the school. And I regularly imagine my appearance on it. First - on a white horse. Later, with the onset of career and personal recessions, more and more modestly.
And here ...

In the car Ira Kholmova [1] and bohemian though [2] .
I take them all to school. On a personal car. "Six". A symbol of Soviet steepness of the period of developed socialism.

Around the school stadium, trees became higher.
A lot of people.
Excessive attributes of festivities.
Brass band.
ZIL-130, replacing the stands.
A man, who is inhabited and made up under Peter the Great, proclaiming something “Vivata”.

The look is looking for familiar faces.
Eat! On the tribune-sound, the aged Valentina Leonidovna and Ada Viktorovna.
One for a long time is the head teacher of the school, the other is also a long time as its director [3] .

I go to Zil with a confident gait.

- Valentina Leonidovna, hello! Will you not recognize me?
- Oh, Yura! Of course, we all recognize you!
But the last time we saw each other twenty years ago, when I came to school as a “parent” on my brother’s problems, a 9-grader of the same school. Still, I shone in recent active years. I remember.
- Yura, hello! Oh girls, hello! - This is Add Viktorovna.

The event is reviewed.
Mandatory photographs of former students with former teachers have been performed.


The retired cop lieutenant colonel runs to the nearest shopping shop.
The law of Parkinson [4] spread to school. Rather, the "Bestuzhev gymnasium", as it is now called.
By virtue of this law, the office of the director of ADA Viktorovna now occupies, along with the reception, one and a half former class. This is instead of the previous closet with one window. Quite a decent "Eurostandart".
At a large table, former teachers and students drink champagne.
Ahi, oh and memories.
There is Tanya Belyakova. The former singing teacher, once seduced by a tenth grader Oleg, and secretly accepted him on his box for a dozen years after release.
Valentina Leonidovna, sitting next to me, says with a sigh: “You were still a difficult person, Yura. Isn't it? "
The cool gouging relaxed and good -naturedly agrees.

Something boils in the shower. Memories come across the idyll.

***

In the ninth grade I was translated conditionally.
De-Jure of such a status as “conditionally translated” does not exist. I just got it too much with my twisted teachers. And I was told about the “conditional translation”, which should be understood as “we will drive out, if only weeps”.
Teachers give a delay only in view of the Councils of Councils "On Universal Secondary Education." Indicators of the number of students drawn after the eighth grade should not be higher than the norms established by the authorities. So they endure for the time being. For a potential exception to the ninth grade will no longer spoil the coveted indicator [5] . Yes, even if by "own free will" ...

And I, a fool, how I feel that the last days have come at school.
And I unacceptably relax myself.
Nothing special happens. Just smoke with the boys a little more open. More defiant pose. More free clothing. But no more. No classical offenses. Normal study ...

The line of September-October 1967. Teacher's Day.
Solemn line in the gym.
Kara from classes built in squares. Mine, the 9th, was given from the director and teachers.
The laid out solemn speeches “from the tops” and “from the bottom”. Discants of first -graders and pathos performances of ripening youths.
Then some final slogan. And general applause.

All previous and subsequent lives failed naivety and accepting a clean coin of the surrounding bullshit.
I bite bullshit now. The soul is stupidly filled with emotion and love for their native teachers, celebrating a professional holiday. Sincere emotion and genuine love. An enthusiastic “hurray” is torn from youth.
Director of Namensky is crooking his face, goes through the entire hall to our class, pulls me out of order and removes me from the hall.
This is the end.

Classmates together go to the director’s office and beg not to exclude me from school. Me, a decent student, the author of exhibition works, activist of cultural events, the head and soloist of the school ensemble, an analogue of the fabulous “The Beatles”.
Useless.
I do not fit into the then Soviet school. As, perhaps, I do not really fit in and now in the post-Soviet justice.

A poor Soviet school is obliged to give a kind of education to Soviet children. 40-45 people in class. Through not the most qualified teachers and with the help of not the most reasonable techniques. It is impossible to achieve a goal by other than totalitarian regulations. And any teenager departing from this regulation is an involuntary enemy of the system. Education systems.
We need to get rid of violators. And to teach so that everyone is good, they do not know how. They are not taught at the institutes, as they were not taught by their teachers.
As the auto -industrialists do not know how to make good cars, and Schweiniki can sew good clothes. In addition to the “Muscovites” and the costumes of the “cobblestone” color like “Gay Slavs”.
And the cops do not know how to be the guards of the people, except by planting and adjusting the statistical indicators.
And the military does not know how to be defenders of the same, forgive the Lord, the people, except Krosh in meat, are not so much strangers as their own ....

***

Pot me from school.
And this, probably, was the first blow of life. The transition from normal life to workers and peasants. I probably never moved away from this blow to the end. And all his subsequent life he felt himself a little, but beaten.

***

I am adequately agree with the former cool that I was "difficult." Moreover, I really have never been light for anyone.
After a pair of three toasts, they get to me. Discuss my career. Political take -off, fall, etc. Express a positive opinion.

- And what was excluded from the school? - the failed ninth grader is echidized.
“But now we would certainly not exclude you.” Time is different. All the other, ”answers Valentina Leonidovna.

Well, thank God! It’s good that now is another time.
Only for the sake of this conversation with former teachers, it was worth climbing into cops, into politicians, to ruin health and break their lives.

[1] In the past, Ira Harman, first love. Perennial editor, Leading, etc. Leningrad and Russian television channels.

[2] In the past, Marina wanted. Free artist.

[3] In the past:
The first is a mathematics teacher and my class teacher; passed away, as I recently reported "former";
The second is the head teacher of the school.

[4] The brief meaning of the law, in relation to the situation - any not controlled administrative body has the property of spontaneous expansion.

[5] It is like in the police - a “capercaillie”, an unsolved business excited on March 31, spoils the formed indicators of the first quarter. And the same “capercaillie” of April 1 - does not spoil anything yet.

2002