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No place is useless more Ivanov
Wonderful news comes from the city of Ivanov: the local authorities have just allowed to conduct a gay parade and a rally for the legalization of same-sex marriages , and the court arrested a local resident for publishing a video on VKontakte and an excuse for terrorism. At the request of “Batenka, you are a transformer” Natalya Nalimova, an artist from Ivanov, wrote an essay about her city, his unknown sides and residents.
It’s hard to get lost in Ivanovo.
- How to get to the center? - the tourist will ask.
- To the center? You are in the center.
- They told me this an hour ago, there, around the corner!
- They said correctly. But look: this is the post office, the center, what doubts can be?!
A tourist will turn into a post office, notes his impressive appearance and fresh repairs, and the interlocutor will fume! - And disappeared. In order not by chance not to formulate what should not be formulated. Early.
Ivanov’s center is not a point, but a line, and not even along a boring river, but across the heads of ducks. From where such a straightforwardness, no one knows, but Lenin Square, and the area of the revolution is definitely centers. Lost tourists roam from the center to the center, lose their concentration and do not see the most important. And it is important that any Ivanovets feels, but it will not discuss. Not time. Even if someone says to the passerby: "Wait, freeze, look around-and you will understand!" - He will not understand. Only the one who lived there understands Ivanovo. The one who understands Ivanovo loves. The rest are tourists.
The city of Ivanovo jumped out like a pimple, miserable one hundred and fifty years ago. People are still alive, whose grandfathers remembered its foundation. The village of Ivanovo plus Voznesenskaya Sloboda - here you have the city. Around the centuries -old Yaroslavl, Suzdal, Vladimir, Kostroma, Nizhny. In the Ivanovo region itself, Shuya, Kineshma and even small bows look at the regional center, like a village. Look, I was looking for it. Not the skin - only an Isku with your vinyl. No faces - the coat of arms was invented in the seventies and redrawn into the nineties to look more pupil. The legendary brides were old, the homeland of the first council was built up by bourgeois shopping centers, the sittsevsky land was reproduced to the country's sleeping area.
- Ivanovka! - The name is Ivanovo in Shua, implying its low origin.
- Ubahobo! - Ivanovites themselves have fun, implying Ubahobo.
This is where you have to be attentive. And seeds, and computers, and garbage dumps, and separate collection, and vodka, and puers, and elegant Cossacks, and art space. Ivanovo accommodates everything. The villagers, factories, the glory of the USSR, perestroika, modernity - breakthrough. Therefore, mimicry and run away from questions of tourists, so it is impossible to formulate what to formulate early, let it sit in the subconscious, it is the most reliable quiet whirlpool. Everyone is silent, and life in Ivanov is averaged and settled with layers, stolen and canned, drove and diven for the future. Only for him.
There was an ancient Finno-Ugr, booed, died, and died, and his Finno-habitableness did not go away, fell to Ivanov’s bottom, but the violence-to the exit. The bright young heroine went to die for ideals, Svetlota and Youth spilled around the city, and suicidal heroism - again over there. The crook stole a wallet and did not become famous for anything else - away, marginal, leave only a sweet habit of shaking curls. A kind family young lady lived as part of decency, did not stand out, did not do with the neighbors - our man. Time levels the top, falls asleep, the Golden Ivanovo middle remains. Osushka and Utruska, was Ivanovo-Voznesensk, now Ivanovo. Place of survival.
Among the living Ivanovites, the heroes of our town happen. Take one, pull the thread - and it rushed. Ivanovo is unwound like a fabulous ball leading to Vasilisa Wise.
The heroine A. grows her grandson, gives him all of himself, because there is a grandson. When he was not, A. worked in the city library. What kind of work in a cold and hungry ninety time? In the reading room, among daily intellectuals. Shift the pieces of paper and discuss the bosses. Study a new miracle: a computer and an electronic catalog. And - to bask, drink tea, feed visitors, otherwise they will not live to the next volume of the desired book. Chocolate sweets with cookies and tea in delicacious, as it seemed then, bags were not translated, and none of the deduced ones left without a plantain - that was the name of A. The modest offering. The same sweets, cookies, pre -prepared chocolate. The most seemingly hungry, she slipped a bill or two, and try to refuse. Where does the money come from? The whole librarian salary went to support. How much a person needs if the children have already grown. Now the grandson is a pension, and no longer a muse, but a grandmother, but nothing has changed either for A., or for visitors to the reading room. The children of other librarians grew up, and everything is again.
One of the most hungry readers was the hero B. lived, and now he lives, on the border of the city and village, near the swamp river. He never refused chocolate: “She, A., cares about others. And sweets in the farm will come in handy. And fifty rubles. " In the library, he most of all loved science fiction and opuses about the ancient Russians, which only came into fashion.
Having escaped from his parents to the barn, where the family previously raised pigs, he renounced from agriculture, despised dad's horse and mother cow, loved ointments, kamases and road. When the father died, something changed in B.'s head, he left the equipment and returned to the stable. Since then it lives there. Each Ivanovets saw B., riding in a leather cap with holes for the eyes riding a black pilot. B. still does not have heating in the barn-he sleeps in clothes, heated by an electric heater under the bed-not because of laziness, but for reasons. Here the technogenic disaster will happen, the flimsy citizens will freeze the first winter, and for B. nothing will change, it is familiar. And on the contrary, B.'s position will definitely improve. Manure and horse -drawn transport will be doubly appreciated, so B. will be saved itself and will save thousands. Waiting for the inevitable, the hero B. re -invents the religion of the ancestors, puts the idols of Makoshi at each stream, participates in strange rituals with the goat Kozimir. No chernukha, only colorful ribbons with bells for Kosimir and skiing of children on a pilot. Spring begins from this and yield increases. In the fictitious ancestors, B. similar rituals were binding, and the ancestors cannot be offended.
Hero B. visited the apartment of a fighting girlfriend. The apartment was rented by V., a chic woman of middle -aged. She sang in a ragged kitchen, forgot to take the rent and walked a lot, especially for a visit to G., her friend, a man without teeth, who passed fire, water and a zone. The hero G. made retaliatory visits with his tea, cooked Chifir, who himself used as it should, and the rest was diluted with boiling water, like a simple hotel. Sometimes the whole company gathered in the kitchen, G. shared stories from the zone and told how to live according to concepts and squatting. V. nodded sadly, recalling that she once communicated with the police. She then worked in a textile factory. Following the example of girlfriends who wrapped tapestries to the Rubensian dimensions and calmly passed the shift, she turned a piece of tapestry and put her behind his bosom - she always wanted a decent rug in the corridor. Then they caught her. The police came to the apartment of V. The husband had already died by that time, and lived with her daughter for one salary of textiles. The police looked around, spat and left. No silver, no gold, only a pair of pots and a nervously blinking TV. They didn’t start a matter, but I had to leave work. Since then, in the spring, V. had acceleration. She sang not only in the kitchen, but also in the forest, where she sometimes ran away for several days. After the injection, to which V. agreed voluntarily, the long -awaited slowdown occurred. For days she lay on the couch in the passage room, G. brought her potatoes, he cooked, fed himself and V., and an eternally hungry tenant, and a frequent guest - B.
In a distant dollar period in the barn to B., D. He, a fan of heaven, stopped. Not romantic, but natural: it flies to everything that has wings. D. saw in B. Soratnik, shared his plans: to take a primitive helicopter from the courtyard of the Yaroslavl school, let him stand in the garden. Change their zlin at the House of Technical Creativity for the old MiG-15, first taking this MiG-15 from the forest near the Kostroma airfield. To study the landfill of aircraft in Tushino, to think about whether one of them can be converted into a residential building. Visit Anapa, there in a children's camp, Messer is finishing up, and this is a mess and squandering. Some plans have even come true.
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Sometimes the hero B. is visited by the heroine E., a lady in years. She loves everything unusual, and Sarai B. - as exactly from the ordinary. Having broken down the right impression, E. is inspired and writes still lifes and mysterious paintings with flowers. The rest of the time she suffers. Life is terrible, unfair, hopeless. But in moments of inspiration, life is beautiful, magical, divine. It is difficult to be such an impressionable person, but E. holds. In the summer she goes to the forests and abandoned gardens. Once she was searched for by a detachment of Lisaalet and did not find it, E. was found herself and was surprised that someone needed. E. E. devotes to each flower and mushroom a verse, sometimes without size, sometimes without rhyme. In them, the love of nature and the past, in which E. was young and beautiful, the world is fair, the country is strong, people are ideological. Sometimes E. goes to supermarkets and deliberately steals products in them, so that the thick -breath of the rich with the cigars, which E. represents the owners of stores, spared in hell for sometimes sharing food with the splashing, and did not put them in the largest bonfire.
The heroine E. does not like the heroine Yo., Who knocked out into the bosses with a lesser, in the opinion of E., talent, while the truly talented disappears in joyless darkness. The heroine Yo. Almost the perfect family, a favorite job, a smart child and the respect of the whole city. Yo. He heads the department at one university, and the husband Yo, our hero J., is a professor in another. Together they attend exhibitions and concerts, give each other signs of attention, are happy to recall the serenade period of their life, confer on all issues, discuss the turnover, and communicate with everyday life. Rare consent. Friends of Z., the only child Yo and J., during his school youth were entered into the house, like relatives. When Yo and J. left, it was not forbidden to arrange parties, but to spend the night to friends - of course, without a riot - never was forbidden. Friends of Z. Heroin Y. loved. To this day, she leads her subject so that students giggle and remember everything at once. With particular tenderness, it refers to strange students who seem to be gifted, but one -sided. They are given a concession to make one -sided giftedness more fully. And the students show her: who is in defense of the diploma, who later - and for a long time they remember their own pulpit with a kind word.
At a university where J. professes, there is a teacher I. he considers himself an ordinary person who accidentally gets into the regional center in the best university. He grew up in the village, studied in a small regional city in a cultural specialty. Having once passed a socionic test, he accepted himself with Maxim Gorky, logical and meticulous. He shrugged and admitted that yes, he is, he no longer tries to cause inspiration and romantic feelings, but when they come themselves, he does not drive - he studies. I. got into the university in the physical education part. In addition to the main specialty, I. athletes, runs marathons, and is still having fun chess. The fact that he found himself in Ivanovo is very happy. Here, the salary is more, and less hours, and bonuses, and vacation pay, and sauna, and parking, and a room with a shower, and free Internet. In a word, the best university. In his free time, I. restores old things. Either the floor lamp will repair, then a noble view will give a table from the fiberboard, then a cracked flower pot will decorate the twine. We are glad of people, satisfied and I.
At the department where Yo is bossed, K. is always cute, calm, reliable and ready to help both in the Cathedral and for any other. The ministerial demons load teachers with papers, cut the clock, but K. does not change, only takes more partings on the side and loses weight from lack of sleep. In order not to get stuck in everyday life, he walks a lot with his wife and friends in beautiful places of the city, goes to visit, invites to visit, in general, lives. It happens that they stand with their wife in the park, look at the sunset, at a passing train, at a flying plane and feel the fullness of life, inaccessible to the mayor of Ivanov.
K. has two friends, L. and M., perfect opposites. A woman and a man, fighting and quiet, traveler and homebody, public figure and man, immersed in himself. L. wakes up at five in the morning to feed the birds, they wait for her at the house and even knock on the windows if L. is late with a bird breakfast. L. always has cares: how to cure a broken wing at the dove, where to attach a crow, how to have time to visit an orphanage, to which she gives apples from the garden, and return to her usual time to chat with her friend on a home phone. When L. breaks into the next campaign, no one can predict. Either kayaking, then mountains, then lectures on the other end of the Earth, then a sanatorium, then drink wine with old friends.
M. writes books. He has a small house with a garden, in the city center - Ivanovo was almost half made from such houses. The house has a stove, chair, books, table, paper, pen. M. writes the very book about the need of all things that the wizard later slipped the ondatra. Sometimes a piece of the book is published, M. sighs with satisfaction and writes the next part. In addition to the house, he happens in an apartment where his wife N. is hosting without support, normal female cynicism, borscht and thrashing is difficult to exist even a philosopher-introvert. N. - Technician, the history of the formation of the computing industry was under its supervision. Talking about the five -kilogram hard drives for several bytes, N. can simultaneously clean potatoes, cause plumbing, clarify the weather forecast and defrost the refrigerator. This is what logic and experience mean.
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Sometimes K., L., M. and N. visit poetic gatherings, organized personally by O. O. Great, Grummy and proud. Bomonds, every one and a half - a poet goes to the gatherings. They read their poems and friends, poets of other cities and countries come to them. The hero O. receives prizes and is published. Other poets are also not basting. An outsider is lost from the strength of the word, turns pale and leaning against the wall and is embarrassed to ask for a glass of tea when everyone drinks it. Poetry in Ivanovo is a serious, almost material thing, it can attach about the jamb and cause agorathobia.
Facebook is not so loved in Ivanovo as Twitter. It happens that advertising really becomes an engine of progress. After the then president of the country recommended everyone to get on Twitter, there was a boom in Ivanov, and the network twitter community has developed, which included people not puberty and not old, but the most active, in the full bloom of which the human world is held. At first they simply wrote tweets, then met at common affairs, got acquainted, made friends. Later, part of Twitter went to the Ivanovo government and to business, without changing either the style of communication or love for personal intersections. They still meet, annually arrange a competition for the best blogger, are going to play scrub in the cafe, comment on each other, sometimes cursing, but not very seriously. In the future, one of them will certainly write a dissertation about the influence of the network community on the life of the region, but no one has ripened, too active people to deal with flight analysis. Politics, business and self -improvement are still more interesting for them.
In addition to serious journalists in Ivanovo, there are not very serious, and not very journalists. For example, R. he is a copywriter-freelancer, he does not want to work for organization, go to the office, observe the dress code. He remained hippie forever. The sign is so with many that it seems as if with the whole city, and sometimes it seems with the whole country. Of course, he also hung away at Z. when the parents of Z. left for the country. But now everyone freezes from him. In every city there should be such an owner of a three -room apartment in the center, like R. You can come there day and night. You can climb into the refrigerator and pick it out of it the day before yesterday, you can take the master sitar and sit in the corner, you can arrange sudden concerts and smoke on the balcony. All Friends of R. use this without hesitation, so it is difficult to find it at home. When he is alone, he feels the pressure of the order, in a panic turns on the computer, walks around the apartment, strokes one cat, then the second, then the fifth and thinks about the things of boring. Only a saving bell pulls R. out of the working unconsciousness. If there are many guests, three rooms seem to R. too small. Putting the walls, R. easily agrees with any club in the city about a free apparatus and makes a concert.
Sh. no one forced anything. She grew up an excellent student, clever, beauty and grew up ideal. I got a job in an IT-company with a fashionable webform. Shch. always has only the best. Taste, parents, husband, work. Щ. играет на рояле и поёт. Щ. выступает на конференциях. Нет никого краше Щ. и умнее Щ. При виде Щ. люди падают в обморок, получают инфаркты, сходят с ума. Сайты Щ. идут нарасхват, ей предлагают работу все компании страны. Но Щ. остаётся в Иванове, потому что любит малую Родину и надеется улучшить её, поднять до своего уровня — уровня совершенства.
— Не грей руки на трубе! К старости болеть будут. Лучше потри, вот так, — и сама тёрла руки детям.
— Иди завтракать! Как денег нет? На еду? Займи вон у ваших ребят. Завтрак — это обязательно. Вот вырастешь, поймёшь.
— Замёрзла? Пошли, покажу хитрость. Машину хорошую вам поставили, а пользоваться не научили, — уводила в туалет, включала сушилку для рук, оттягивала горловину свитера и задувала туда горячий воздух, — а завтра потеплее одевайся, простудишься ещё.
Наверное, это была последняя классическая невеста города Иванова, из старых ткачих, тех, что поднимали производство. Она совсем состарилась и умерла, цветов в училище стало заметно меньше, а память о Я. осталась.
Если постараться, в Иванове можно найти героя Й., и даже Ъ. с Ь., но лучше остановиться на последней приличной букве.
Что ещё сказать про Иваново? Город не зелен, не сер. Реки и улицы не широки и не узки. Люди не злы и не добры. Время и текущее, и прошлое, и будущее. Протяжённое.
Нет места спокойнее Иванова. Не бывает землетрясений: Восточно-Европейская платформа. Не бывает наводнений: сто метров над уровнем моря. Ещё не север с дикими морозами, но и не юг с дикой жарой. Выживают и каштаны, и виноград, и олений мох. Наконец, в Ивановской области остановился ледник. Осмотрелся и решил: всё, дальше не пойду, разольюсь болотом.
Нет места бесполезней Иванова. Нет угля, нефти, золота и алмазов, только песок, гравий и родной торф, до которого час ходу из любой точки области. Человеку отопление, растению удобрение, а производству торф — вещь зряшная, неперспективная. Нет плодородных земель. Огородник вырастит и огурцов, и помидоров, а махина сельхозкорпорации застрянет в суглинке. Нет промысловой рыбы, нет зверья. Нет крупного производства. Есть клюква и грибы, но они открываются только людям, наладить массовый сбор и сбыт никакой менеджер не сумеет. Есть вузы, где студенты, приезжие и местные, вживаются в Иваново и заносят потом ивановский вирус даже в Африку. Студенческая дружба народов простирается куда дальше Ереванова, опутывает планету.
Однажды любой ивановец формулирует-таки свою ежедневную мысль. Электричество ли отключат и появятся звёзды, радуга ли случится двойная — разные бывают обстоятельства. Стоит ивановец на балконе среднего этажа, видит звёзды с радугой и понимает: если долго смотреть на Уводь, то мир проплывёт мимо балкона кверху лапами. Армагеддон, техногенная катастрофа, уровень океана, кислотные дожди, всемирное потепление, всемирное похолодание, битва с марсианами и искусственным интеллектом — всё мимо. И когда снова потеплеет после похолодания или похолодает после потепления, когда мир придёт в норму и не останется динозавров, вылезет ивановец из норы, отряхнётся, зевнёт и захватит мир.
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