Текст книги "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ)"

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The first of the societies known to me was of a literary character, devoid of a certain ideology, which in fact was not formulated at all, although its participants inconsiderately inclined to the benefit of the ideas of the Socialist-Revolutionaries, without declaring it at the same time. The society was still quite primitive, being deprived of even a name, as it developed spontaneously, gradually uniting from 11 to 15 pupils of the district schools who collaborated with the creativity at the apartment of the main organizer, Vasily Kotov, who left Fili in the second half of the 1980s. In addition to Kotov, we know only onemember of this group by name – Alexander Shuskiy, who participated in the creation of society on a par with Kotov, being, and before that, his closest friend. He told me that in the society of the names of other members no one knew, and therefore all were anonymous, wanting to hide their real names, and therefore no one can still be found out of that society; to get into the society was possible only at the invitation of the one who was already there. I read and corresponded with my own literary works in the society, some of which I had the honor to see when I saw a large number of notebooks with works written there, mostly of fantastic content. The society existed approximately from 1977 to 1981, leaving behind some works created by common efforts, but no more.

In subsequent years, the number of diverse societies is growing, although they are all much less serious and very one-sided, covering a small audience for a short time, although this does not continue for too long, because in 1989 a new stage of their development is approaching.  It was in 1989 in the school 72 that the «Society of Black Hundred Pioneers» was founded, which already had quite conscious and clear political views, differing in cave anti-communism in its actions. This society united in itself more than forty people, dividing them into groups of five, where there were four «privates» and one «sergeant», thus providing a good work structure. The Society was engaged in replicating its leaflets of approximately this content: «Russian brothers! <...> The damned Jew-bolshevism will soon die, and from its ruins the Great and mighty Russia will rise! <...> Kill the Communists and Komsomol members – they are parasites that do not deserve to live! <...> For God, for the Tsar, for the Fatherland!». Leaflets rushed into mailboxes, hung at the entrances, in other public places, and, according to the documents of the society, several thousand leaflets were hung at a time, although they were all hand-made, only with the help of a pen and paper. This society once even tried to turn to terror after the events of August 1991, expecting and piously hoping for the beginning of the civil war in the country, partly by mincing and partially dismantling the rails on the railway near Fili, getting reprimanded from the local police, but no more  and then safely broke up in the spring and summer of 1992, and former members of it fell into the «adult» society «Memory» and the RNU.

It is best to demonstrate the essence of these societies by the example of one of them – the «Union of schoolchildren who are zealots of ancient piety», established in late October 1999, and liquidated by the police in early May 2000. The society was founded by the pupils of the eighth grade «B» of school 737, wishing to unite for a joint struggle for the «revival of ancient manners», as well as for «fighting the Satanic West»,creating a virtually powerful combat unit; this society was engaged in the damage of electric lines, cars, roads, burning of various buildings, destroying one of the kindergartens at night, as a result of which it had to be restored. In April, the society managed to get out to the republican police, which was called the police in those days, which by the beginning of May destroyed this organization, revealing its members, who were several dozen by that time, and then having established «strict administrative control», but all  leaving him at will, which became a fatal mistake, since this organization very soon had a successor, whose name is «The Strike of Russian Gods for Peace and Justice».

This society arose in November 2005, remaining and consolidated in the following years very strongly, incorporating more than 300 people by the end of 2013, and then increasing the number of ranks to 458 members in May 2017. The organization defended the views, which in a nutshell  is very difficult, because they stood between the very left and the most right, organically combining. The essence of ideology was laid down in the Principles of School Traditionalism, where the main principles of ideology and the political program resulting from it were declared, which I presented below:

1) In 1689, Tsar Peter I came to power in Russia, due to whose reforms the country was dependent on  foreigners who completely enslaved her and made her a colony.

2) The goal of the organization «Strike the Russian gods for peace and justice» is to free the country from foreign influence and return it to its original state.

3) The only opportunity to completely free the country from foreign influence lies in a complete rupture with other states, which is necessarily expressed in the destruction of all foreign technologies (internet, cars, electricity, etc.), the prohibition of social teachings coming from other countries, the rupture of cultural, trade and diplomatic relations with them; thus, it is required to return the country to the technological level of the end of the 17th century.

4) The cause of all evils and evils lies in progress, and therefore any innovation should be suppressed at the root by the most cruel methods, as it is only possible to do.

5) The cause of progress lies in capitalism, which constantly needs to create new markets, which requires new technologies, followed by numerous woes. An example is the creation of a market for computers and Internet services, followed by total surveillance, trolling, computer piracy, and the most terrible misfortune – image boards. The advent of the e-book has ruined many printers and librarians, and now the widespread dissemination of knowledge has substantially devalued them: if earlier the knowledge was rare and valuable, now they are available to everyone, and a similar drop in their price is very bad, because a lot of scientists lose their privileged  position.

6) The only way to exterminate progress, and with it the influence of foreigners, based on the above reasoning, is the total annihilation of capitalism.

7) The whole population should be divided into two main castes, the first of which is the arrogating superiors, performing military and police functions, the second one is the draft population working on the caste of overseers.

8) All property in the country is made state, or more precisely – the property of the whole class of overseers.

9) Most of the population should be sent to the village for joint labor in the communes, where the supervisors will follow them, while in the towns there will be only a small population.

10) Our ideal is Democratic Cambodia.

11) All democratic institutions without exception must be abolished.

12) The level of education of the population needs to be radically reduced, forbidding the masses to get education outside the primary school.

13) The implication is the establishment of extremely cruel laws and the state approval of a very ascetic morality in society.

14) So we will be able to survive from the harmful influence of foreigners with their capitalism.

For the Western reader, as for many of his Russian colleagues, this program may seem very strange, and even stranger is that it was the students who promoted it. In fact, everything will become clear when we learn that in private matters the program presupposed, for example, the destruction of all teachers without exception, in principle, which many schoolchildren were eager to implement, as well as the transformation of the members of the «Strike» into a supreme aristocracy. The desire to use electricity and the Internet, having a page in the social network, was completely leveled by the desire to become an aristocrat, and even to get even with all his past offender. They were drawn into the ranks of this organization, at the same time, not trollers, not «problem teenagers», who were not allowed there at all, keeping the purity of the ranks, but usually children from the families of office employees whose parents looked at this kindly indulgently.

In «Strike» there was a strict discipline, in which some of its members were obliged to monitor others, so as not to use electricity, the Internet, etc. The union, initially competing with Gobsek, soon became his companion, and absolutely irreplaceable, and all the members of the «Strike» had the status of slaves of the second category. Some of the activities of this organization will be discussed later in the next chapter.

There were, of course, other secret societies, including political ones, which will be discussed below, although they did not even reach the tenth part of the influence that the «Strike» and the Antoninov Union achieved.

Chapter nineteen.

My first crazy sex.

On that day, about which I will speak in this chapter, I was ill-disposed of physical education, and therefore had to sit two lessons in a completely empty class of English. Our English teacher was very gentle and kind, and so she had perfect relations with me, although after she was expelled from school because of the ailment caused by the too shameless attitude of other students towards her.

On the street at that moment there was absolutely disgusting weather: it was raining and an icy wind was blowing, piercing you to the bone. Trees, similar to some ugly dead, with their branches stuck into the windows of the office, which drove even more longing for me. As one of the windows was wide open, the wind blew into the office, making the air in it very cold and wet, which forced me to put on a sweater. Wearing this wardrobe element, tightly fitting my tummy, I calmly entered the classroom, collapsing on the first desk, having a clear hope to relax properly, not paying attention to the boy sitting on the desk of the latter.

For a while we just sat there, not talking to each other and not noticing each other at all, because my neighbor in the office bumped into my phone, and I was ready to fall asleep, but suddenly I heard a voice from behind: «Do you skip physical training?».

– No. – I answered. – I'm relieved of her for medical reasons.

– I'm not playing! – answered the boy from the back of the desk. – My name is Artem Korotkich, but who are you?

– I'm Marat Nigmatulin. – I answered. – And why are you truant?

– Laziness... – Artem drawled. – I hate gymnastics, I like to lie and eat more.

At that moment, Artem took out a chocolate bar, opened it, bit off a piece, and then leaned back with his whole body on a chair and growled: «I'm getting fat...». I looked properly at Artem, examining his tummy, which was really not so small; after I got up, looked at Artem again, and then went up to him and sat down at the desk with him on a vacant chair.

– Sit down, sit down. Will you have a chocolate bar? – said Artem, holding out to me an unpacked chocolate bar.

– Thanks, but I will not. I'm at home singing. – I answered.

– Are you afraid of fattening? – Artem asked with an obvious grin. – Correctly afraid: this tummy needs exercises, and not chocolates.

– I'm not afraid of anything! – I answered with some embarrassment, taking a chocolate from his hands. – I will eat!

– As you want. – answered Artem, staring at the telephone. – You will decide. But who will clean the tummy? – he added a little later, poking my finger in the stomach and laughing at the same time.

I carefully lifted my sweater and shirt, while looking at my tummy, which really was quite large. I looked at the fat folds for about a minute, and then I answered: «I will not clean anything. I like it so much.».

– As you want. – Artem answered indifferently, continuing to stare at the phone.

– By the way, you, too, are far from cubes of the press. – I answered, poking Artem's belly already.  Artem distracted from the phone, looking at his tummy, and then lifted his sweater, showing me the fatty folds.

He grabbed one of them with his hand, saying: «Yes, I'm certainly not in the ideal form...». Then he paused for about ten seconds, after which he continued: «But I'm not going to lose weight either. Too I'm too lazy.».

After that, we talked for a long time about a variety of things, quite quietly spending all these two hours of laziness and idleness together, while spending them very nice for themselves. When we needed to leave, Artem dropped: «Will you Meet with me today after school?». I did not have time to think about his proposal, because it was so sudden, and therefore I just mechanically replied to him in the affirmative. As soon as I answered, Artem ran away on his business, nothing more to me, while I was in the English class, where now came the sounds of change. I myself have never met here so easily with my friends after school, and therefore a little worried about whether I can do everything right.

I spent the next day very excited, looking forward to meeting Artem, whom I had not seen at all that day. Three lessons flew by for me imperceptibly, and because I very soon found themselves coming out of schools. At this moment I thought that Artem had forgotten about his desire to meet me, and therefore relaxed and thought just to go home, when I heard a cry from the back. I myself have already gone beyond the school gates to the point, but because to go back I didn't want, because the distance is quite large, but I decided to turn back, seeing at the same Artyom, briskly walking towards me. A minute later we were on the same level with him, so he shook my hand and said: «Well, Marat, let's go!». I didn't ask him where we were going, but I decided to go with him because I promised. Further ten minutes did not differ for me anything special, because at this time we were just going pretty fast step through the dirty and ugly yards of no less ugly panel houses, built in the 1950s.

We stopped at the entrance of one of these houses, went inside, and then climbed the stairs to the apartment where Artem lived. The interior of the apartment contrasted with the ugliness of the house from the outside: there was a clean new parquet laid, foreign furniture stood and everything was equipped just as it is done in Europe. Artyom took me to his room, which also caused me praise, because it was furnished wonderful, and on the floor of her lay a large and very soft carpet. Artyom told me to sit on the bed, while he went to the next room for home clothes: in Russia it is customary to go home in sports pants and t-shirts, while jeans and pants are worn only when going out. Nobody wears jeans in our house. Soon he came back and began to change right in my presence, not at all shy of me. At the same time, his tummy constantly flashed past my eyes, and I could not tear my eyes away from him completely, because he was very beautiful.

To say next all the details I can't, because everything was developing so rapidly, and knew it, as we do with Artem had sex. It was my first sex ever with an almost random boy at the age of 12. I must say that it was not pleasant to me at all, but was done rather out of impulsiveness, but not out of a great desire, which became even more obvious after its completion. Initially, I felt an acute inflammation of my own lust, which grew and grew with every second. My muscles like to be worked, in the end, from the effort, but because I with incredible force sweating. The peak of pleasure lasted ten seconds, but it was quickly passed, and behind it I was waiting for melancholy. I fell on the bed and felt incredibly sad, scared and ashamed about how terrible I had done. I grew up in a very traditional family, and therefore experienced certain feelings about their own actions that day, although in the end I was able to overcome them. I got dressed and quickly went home, where I was waiting for a hot lunch.

In conclusion of this Chapter, I think it is necessary to very briefly cover the issue of sex in the Russian school. The famous Russian writer Eduard Limonov wrote that «the Soviet school is the Kingdom of sex and booze». About the Russian school we can say that this is the Kingdom of sex, booze and slavery. In our school had sex all and all, though from a very early age: usually at the age of twelve years old pupils got acquainted with this phenomenon, while among the fourteen-year-old virgins don't exist at all. Boys had sex with girls, girls with boys, boys with boys, and girls with girls. They copulated in public toilets, in school locker rooms, in their own apartments, on public beaches and even in the thickets of wild bushes, growing in large numbers in the vast expanses of Filevsky Park.

Of course, I know about the fact that Western propaganda has created in the European layman the idea of Russia as a country of very religious and very traditional in respect of customs, although this idea is very far from the truth. Ostentatious traditionalism and at least the same ostentatious religiosity are far more integral to Russian state propaganda, rather than real representations of broad sections of the population. This can be demonstrated by the example of our school. During oral answers on some lesson of social science pupils will recite by heart the pre-learned maxims about spirituality, statehood, conciliarity and the like, and when the bell rings, these same pupils will go to the toilet to have homosexual sex. Sex of all possible kinds has always been in our school so common that I specifically did not want to devote a separate Chapter. At first I thought about writing such, but then I realized that sex is so pervasive throughout our school life that it would be very difficult to distinguish it as an independent phenomenon.

Chapter twenty.

Deniska favorite…

In this chapter, I will talk about one of my classmates, who deserves a very special mention of himself at least by his position – about Denis Kutuzov.

Denis joined Tonini of the Corporation of slaves and masters was one of the first, but because from the very beginning had some advantages over the other boys. Even despite his completely subordinate status of the slave of the third category, Denis still remained in some sense a veteran of this movement, and therefore the attitude towards him was appropriate. As the character of this man was flexible and non-confrontational, it allowed him to achieve from Antonina Bozhenko some very specific location: he managed to become her lover. In short, about love here it was hardly: Tonya treated Denis as in the old days, the sultans treated their concubines. Denis himself, however, was not a bit insulting that Tonya perceives him as an expensive prostitute, because in the performance of her sexual desires, he was freed from many hard work, so hated by him. Below is his attitude, I will demonstrate through a number of very well remembered to me the very scenes of close relations between Antonina and Denis.

Once Antonina passed by our company of boys, consisting of me, Denis and Misha. Of course, she stopped next to Denis and without waiting a second, put his hand in his pants. We at this moment gasped, while he smiled: Antonina ran his hand back but not the front, but because now she felt a gentle buttocks «his favorite boy», as she affectionately called them.

– Deni-i-i-i-iska lawsuit... – she stretched out. – You're so sexy!

– Than-n-n-nks... – Denis replied in a trembling voice.

– You're a bummer, Dennis! Tonya said. – And that ass is growing day by day. You're getting fat, my dear.

At this point, Tonya grabbed hitherto free hand over the plump cheeks of Denis and started to squeeze that from the outside looked pretty funny.

– You have a nice ass, but your cock is awesome! – Tonya declared, having seized it for the place specified by it.

Denis at this point the curve very wrinkled face, issuing this rather strange shrill sound with his mouth.

– Don't scream, my little pig! – said Tonya, pulling a hand out of his pants Denis. – I should probably go.

With these words, Tonya withdrew his ordinary funny gait, leaving us alone and confused.

– Denis, what was that? – Misha asked right after Tonya disappeared from sight.

– Just now I had a love. – Denis answered in a languid voice, starting to chew a chocolate bar. – And sex...

– Sex? – Misha asked again.

– Exactly! – Denis answered proudly.

Then Denis Kutuzov told us the following: «This is my first sex was absolutely incomparable. I'll start by saying I'm drunk. I'm drunk. I drank a few glasses of strong rum «Captain Morgan». But it started like this. Tonya wrote me «Vkontakte» [«Vkontakte» is a very popular Russian social network.], that he wants to meet me. I agreed. I know that if Tonya asks for something, she can't be denied under any circumstances. And the after all and beat can. So, I came home to her. She told me to wait in the living room. She went into the bedroom. Little did I know that we will have sex, but because I was bored and scared with this living room to sit. So I started looking at the lockers in the living room. In one of them there was a stale bottle of rum. I found some glasses in the other cupboard. Naturally, I started drinking. The rum was good, so I had three glasses. Then I realized I couldn't drink anymore, or I'd just fall asleep here. But when I finished my third glass, Tonya came. She told me to go to her parents bedroom, undress to my panties and go to bed under a blanket. She herself was in her own bedroom, while the parent was empty. I did everything she told me to do. The room was dark, so very soon I began to roll a dream. I already thought I'd fall asleep when Tonya came along. She was wearing a nightgown, and her hair was disheveled. At this point, I was really scared: it was very much like Samara Morgan. She jumped on top of me. I was beside myself with horror. Of course, I was not ready for any sex. My cock was like a dead herring. Fuck no! At that moment, she grabbed my cock and began to masturbate me. I'm so scared of jerking off. Then when Tonya got her way, she just had sex with me. She took it, and she had sex with me. It is just stupid to me raped! When she was finishing, I blacked out. I passed out and just fell asleep. The next morning I woke up with a severe headache. Stand up. We are with Tonya had Breakfast. They ate two boxes of eclairs and drank a whole coffee pot of strong coffee. Then I asked Tony why she chose me for sex. She said that she liked my fat ass, my stomach, my cheeks and all that. That made me happy! I was a little ashamed of my belly. Thought even start pump press, but now has changed his mind. The girls like me enough. I don't really need anything else. That's how I had sex! Are you jealous?! Now I have a sex twice a week!».

Yes, buttocks Denis was really great, reminiscent of the two soccer balls,although they were absolutely soft, tender. The reason for the origin of such a round back of Denis was simple, but it was in an extremely sedentary lifestyle of my friend. Denis always skipped physical education, and all his free time he preferred to spend sitting at the computer or lying on the couch in front of the TV. At the same time, Denis also ate almost exclusively fast food, and on top of everything else he loved to drink alcohol and smoke marijuana. Every morning Denis started with alcohol: he always had a bottle of whiskey or rum under his bed, to which he applied twice a day. When Denis got out of bed early in the morning, he drank a little from the named bottle, and then went to Breakfast. Since the road to school passed by a small bar, Denis never missed an opportunity to look at it. This bar was famous for the whole district that it poured beer and other alcohol, even the youngest students, but because Denis and Misha every day looked into it to before school to drink a couple of cups of light beer, but if Misha is always limited to one, Denis often sat up in the bar and was late for school. On the way back from school Misha and Denis came back to the same bar, but after that Denis did not drink until the night, allowing himself only fifty grams of rum before bed. In addition, Tonya demanded from Denis incredible sexual efforts, which he could not provide with some of his natural forces, directly inciting him to use various means to increase male potency. As a result, already in the sixth grade, Denis used viagra in horse doses, I do not know the measure and sometimes eating three packs of it at a time. Of course, all this is not the best way to affect the health of Denis, but because he always went a little sluggish and was completely passive to all public Affairs.

Despite all this, Kutuzov, however, retained the attractiveness, and later turned even into a kind of sex symbol of our school. Dark skin, brown eyes, straight nose, soft voice and other advantages of his body attracted our girls. But most of all, of course, he attracted Antonina Bozhenko, who liked his tender and completely unsportsmanlike body.

Denis was incredibly lazy. I remember one day Misha Stefanko and I went to visit Denis in order to get him for a walk, although we did not work in the end. This incident occurred on a winter vacation when the street was beautiful weather. Misha called me at eight o'clock in the morning and said that he would like to make an appointment for me at twelve at the shopping center «Filion», which I, of course, agreed. At the meeting, Mike announced that he wants to use me to get Denis on the street, because the whole vacation was going to lay around on the couch and do nothing. We went to the home of our mutual friend, who had to pull out of the obsessions of oblomovism, from which he never left. I felt like a Stolz, who came to Oblomov in a famous Russian novel, and therefore I was even somewhat ashamed for his commanding tone and some disrespect for Denis.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon we were in the apartment of the Kutuzov family: it was a spacious and large home, where in addition to Denis and his parents also placed his younger sister, whom Denis himself overtook at the age of two years. Our friend we found sitting in a big chair on wheels in front of the computer, where he was quite lazy led some online game, not too paying attention to the aliens. Next to him was a mobile table on wheels, which housed a variety of Goodies, some already eaten by those for whom they were intended. Denis was dressed only in large green shorts to the knee, and even in flip-flops, while the t-shirts were not on it. This is understandable because in Russia in the winter the house is heated or excessive, resulting in the apartments is hot, as in a bath, or not enough, resulting in other apartments is so cold that their residents are forced to walk in jackets on their own rooms.

Denis reminded me a little of Cupid fatness of his body, lazy and smoothness of movement. That day we were not able to get him out for a walk, although the weather was excellent…

Chapter twenty-first.

Prophylactic medical examination.

Very soon after the holiday that marked our holidays, we had a medical examination, which, however, took place not in a hospital, but right in our medical office of the school, and therefore was fast, stupid, made between lessons, having a lot of egregious violations in organizational matters. I still remember how I learned about that medical examination, learned by accident, because we were left without any warning about it, at the very moment when I was talking with my friend, the conversation with whom had to be interrupted on this very occasion.

I spoke with Grigory Potapov, Grishka, who will be discussed much more in the Chapter devoted to the Tajik pogroms in our region and secret societies with a nationalist bias. Grishka was absolutely not the person who should be presented by Russian and foreign readers when saying the phrase «Russian nationalist», because he looked sweet and very kind little boy until he was at the events of the secret society «The Blow of the Russian gods in the name of peace and justice». He was a short, slightly swarthy blond with a upturned nose and blue eyes, cut like a cut in the old days of the Bursa students, dressed in school uniform, while being in the fifth grade, and therefore was one year younger than me.

Gregory in those days still played sports, was therefore fit and pretty muscular, as he liked to regularly remind the others, lifting his shirt to demonstrate pack abs. By that time I was already familiar with the idea of a special, intentional obesity, about more specific acquaintances which will be told further, trying to persuade Grishka to it with all my strength, which I eventually managed to do, although not immediately; he eventually even became the head of the local society of deliberate obesity. There was a particularly difficult thing is that my interlocutor is constantly fluctuating, giving me the opportunity to strengthen for that either, although at the time I in large quantities read psychological scientific and popular literature, trying to use all the knowledge gained from there, though sometimes with a positive result.

– Why do you need sports, Grisha? Do you really think that's worth it? – I asked.

– I don't know. – Grisha answered. – I wouldn't do it, but I don't want to be fat.

– Do you want to imitate some girls in this matter? – I asked a provocative question.

– I don't. – Grisha answered. – I just don't want to be fat!

– What's wrong with that? Health you have no one takes: you can swing your muscles further, without retreating from the sport, but at the same time grow a stomach that will just hide the press, but it will remain under fat. In this case, you will be warmer, you will become more hardy, and a blow to the stomach will not be so painful.