Enthusiasts Street

Olya-a fragile girl in holes, sneakers and a shirt to the release does not even spoil the nose, slightly pulled out of her usual place, a fist of the olive former-sleeping and broken. But today, I see, she is clearly out of shape. She sobs, handing me a tabularam. Hmm ... in the first two weeks of work, the cleaner at the school earned as much as two,2600 rubles. Of course, the absurd Khabalka-Zavkhoz was afraid that it would be two times more. Of course, she deceived, counting on Olin's enthusiasm and on "she has nowhere to go." And on Olya, the first-first daughter, on Olya, is a sick mother, on Olya, in the end, the “kopeck piece” is an apartment in a two-story hut made of black boards and dry plaster, which stands on Tomsk Street Enthusiasts, which leads straight to the city cemetery.

In these standards of the Stalin-Gulag architecture, a good quarter of the Soviet people grew up. Three years ago, as evidenced by the eternal hard worker, the main worker, Uncle Valera, from here crawled even cockroaches. And the unfortunate residents, satisfied with the promises of Tomsk officials about the inevitable overhaul, remained. It seems forever. In life on this street, enthusiasts, which leads to the cemetery, reflected the whole essence of the Soviet era, which cannot be burned out of us and a nuclear blow.

To the left of the enthusiasts crawls equally wretched street named after veterinarian-terrorist Nikolai Bauman. To the right is teeming with barracks and then gaping ... The cemetery-with a cemetery Street of Grafoman and the Stalin Holuy Demyan Poor.

She took revenge on her poverty, lawlessness and hopelessness. She took revenge on behalf of the whole street of enthusiasts. Which we all must demolish. At least in your head

"Someone needs to be in the cemetery?" - The driver of Pazik, who wants to save on fuel and increasing the efficiency and, accordingly, salary, will cheerfully turn to a sleepy cabin in the morning. "Early yet!" - immediately answers him after yesterday's “fuel” by Uncle Valera. And I, smiling and peering around his exhausted face, recall my childhood and youth ... We were constantly promised to demolish our yard. During the problems with sewage, the house was regularly dug up plumbing and regularly visited the commission from ZhEK-thick aunts with folders in their hands.

Having stuck on sagging ceilings, on the holy venues of stairs, attaining rotten walls for fidelity, from dry plaster in the wall, they were hypocritically surprised how we live here. The hut went under demolition for so long, so persistently that we - eight Soviet families - were constantly in feverish excitement, anticipating fast crossings from this cockroach paraly. The people dreamed of mysterious huts of improved layout, about parquet floors and huge kitchens, about lampshades hanging like pineapples in champagne from tall ceilings. But for some reason, if someone moved where, then only in ... a cemetery.

The girl Olya, already familiar to the reader, has a dream: to leave here, with this street named after the USSR, at all costs. Because it is impossible and scary to live here. The emergency is always chasing here - the sewage system is clogged. Here there is always a place for the miracle of the Soviet automobile industry - the "Cossack" of the very first model. There is always a disgusting smell - a mixture of burning cabbage soup, shit and cheap alcohol. Here, there will always be and cherish their childhood fears, complexes and dreams that never come true ...

But is there a place for a feat here?! Yes, I have! I was surprised to learn the other day that the girl was fired. They fired after she went with her herd to the Habid-Zavkhoz, to the Celestial Director, to the Lysoma District. She expressed them in the eyes of three everything that she thinks. She took revenge on her poverty, lawlessness and hopelessness. She took revenge on behalf of the whole street of enthusiasts. Which we all must demolish. At least in your head ...

Vladimir Prutik - teacher

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