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

Автор книги: Марат Нигматулин

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– Well... – handed it to Grisha. – If that's the case, fine. I'll grow a belly, though…

– Agree. – I told him.

– Do you do sports yourself? – Grisha asked me.

– No, to be honest. – I replied, raising my shirt and showing my stomach.

Grisha gently felt the belly sticking forward, and then concluded: «You will not do sports – you will be thick and crooked!». After his words came Said, who yelled: «Hey, sack of shit, get out of here for a medical examination, schmuck!». We went to our medical office, which consisted of two rooms, one of which we boys were examined, and the other of which was Packed to overflowing girls who want to look after us. In a cold office with a wide open window, covered almost the entire surface of the tiled dark pink tiles, excluding two exhausted doctors were I, Misha, Denis and Gleb.

The above-mentioned doctors, tired and had a sign of utter hopelessness in the eyes, told us all to undress to panties, which was somewhat embarrassing for us, because the girls at that time stared at us, opened the door, to which the doctors did not pay attention, because they were not before. As we undressed, as the girls started to go on the subject of our appearance echinacea and very vicious comments that Denis took very much to heart, almost at the end of not breaking down in tears, very soon, however, moving away from the whole matter, but Mike and I to whom calmly. «Misha, what a belly you took! It hangs over the elastic band of cowards! You haven't seen your dick for how long? Lose weight now!» – said Julia. «A lot of lying on the couch, Denis! You're lying on the couch, you're a shit-eater! Freak the fuck out! Your ass is five times bigger than mine! And the stomach!» – screamed Said. «A lot of cakes eaten, Marat! Glutton, quitter! Shit, man!» – yelled Sonia Barnash to me. Further, the doctors weighed us, indicating that Denis weighs 56 kg, and therefore should lose weight, like me, who had a weight of 48 kg, as well as Misha weighing 47 kg, because we are all too fat for their condition; when all this we learned about ourselves, we went out, and the girls followed on the weighing.

– Well, you got fat, Denis! – said a surprised Misha. – 56 kg! Look at your belly!

Denis's stomach was really huge, but he still touched it and caressed, and then replied:

– Let it grow, – I do not interfere. The peasant in general, the stomach should be mandatory. – Denis answered, starting to chew a chocolate bar, why Misha whimpered and began to remind Den that he «promised me», to which the latter told him to close his mouth and not to interfere with eating.

– Maybe we should go in for sports. – I asked, barely zipping my trousers.

– No, Marat, why? – Misha asked. – Is us fooling around, and Den to lose weight don't want.

Against their friends girls weighed even more caustic comments than in relation to us, that we are very well heard from the door, and after, at the end of such medical examination, we went to the lessons, after which we went home. At home, I barely undressed only went to my room, lay down on the bed and tried to do at least a couple of exercises on the abdominal muscles, which I did not succeed, because I was too weak for that, then I went to the mirror and looked at myself. I saw myself, surprised how much de I got fat during this time, and then picked up the phone and started to dial Denis, wanting to know what he's doing, to which I was answered: «Marat, call then: I'm playing on the computer and eat!» After I decided to call Misha, who was also busy, and therefore replied: «I'm lying on the couch, watching TV and eating. Call me later, please.». After that, I went to eat my own extremely high-calorie lunch, which consisted of meat fatty dishes, a whole cream cake, salad and coffee, after which I did my lessons, had dinner even denser, and then went to bed, forgetting about what happened.

The very next day I returned to the idea of the possibility of special obesity, again quietly agitating Grishka and his friends to accomplish this kind of things, he rejoicing in his physical condition.

Chapter twenty-second.

Day of the tolerance.

This chapter is obviously inferior in size, being rather a sketch, which I have not found another place, but decided to stick it here.

It is known that on November 16 the international day of tolerance which in the Russian schools is celebrated with simply unprecedented pomp and as inexplicable scope is celebrated. Our school, the authorities of which were so obsessed with the desire to rise above all its competitors – brought this holiday to sheer madness and absurdity that surrounded us all constantly.

But the holiday that I want to tell you about, namely the day of tolerance in 2013, was very special and simply magnificent in relation to all the previous and subsequent days.

The weather that day was so vile that it is hardly possible to describe: huge streams of mud flowed through the streets, like mountain streams, there was heavy rain, an icy wind. Cars, all smeared in dirt and waste, sadly waded through the streams of muddy slurry, highlighting his way headlights: the yard was already dark, although the clock showed only 15:00. The squalid concert hall of our school was at this time all filled with warm light from lamps and decorated with cheap tinsel bought in the Chinese wholesale market: in such atmosphere all of us had to meet «a light holiday». A huge number of people, among whom were old men, women of unknown age, teenagers and absolutely still kids, – made their way through the narrow passage inside our hall, gradually hammering it. I especially remember our strasserits who stood in front of the hall dressed in their black shirts, black pants and leather boots at the knee. In the hands of they held a poster, where was written: «National-socialists against racism! For equality!». A little boy stood in the corner, immersed in reading «Journal of a Patriotic schoolboy»: funny it was though, because in the same room that he so carefully studied, especially in honor of tolerance day the article came out «The Action «Kill the Jew»».

And finally, the hall was filled with people to such an extent that the children were forced to sit on their parent’s lap, though not because of the affection of the latter, but because there were no seats in the hall at all: many teenagers were sitting on the floor at all. At this point, I was immersed in gloomy thoughts, due primarily to the fact that we are because of this stupid celebration, only the Director of the school needed to brag to colleagues and superiors (and also in order to report to him, presenting our school ideal), and in the second-the fact that I was then still a racist and it hurt me to look at how young children will zombie propaganda in the spirit of «social justice warriors». In short, then my fears were not confirmed, but everything in order.

The performance began with a speech by Yulia Avvakumova and a few other girls of our class, who, according to the words of a dull and fat official, presented as an entertainer, «had to present something original». This official was very fat, bald and had a face of red color, giving out all his kind of gluttonous and drunkard, and his voice sounded so that when he stretched the word «original», twitching at the same time in some very feminine antics immediately thought of something vulgar. In Russia, everyone knows that such officials like to sit in the sauna with schoolgirls, and then with them to practice all sex. But nothing vulgar followed: on the contrary, was followed by something that I did not expect, but that I amused.

Will send our girls dressed in the robes of the Ku Klux Klan, which in itself made me a little surprised and his eyes bulge; equally surprising was the fact that our teachers, the inspection of higher authorities and officials continued to smile as if nothing happened. And finally, the performance began. A cheerful and brisk song played, the words and motive of which I was able to recognize almost immediately, as I listened to it a thousand times at home:

Stand up and be counted, show the world that you're a man!

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan!

We are a sacred brotherhood, who love our country too.

We always can be counted on, when there's a job to do.

Yes, dear reader: at the festival of tolerance, our girls danced to the famous song Ku Klux Klan «Stand up and be counted». At the same time they danced very notably, – I will notice. Funny little girls twisted their priests and jumped in a cheerful dance so that the official who played the role of entertainer experienced an erection: it was evident from the expression of his face and wet pants. The most interesting thing, however, was to observe the reaction of our teachers and inspectors from the city administration, who continued to smile and applaud our little racists, completely not paying any attention to the lawlessness. This was not due to mental illness (although they may also), but the most common ignorance and stupidity: the fact that our teachers and officials were so uneducated that they simply did not know about the existence of the Ku Klux Klan, or that in English mean the words of the song. As a result, the holiday, which assumed the original purpose of promoting tolerance, has become a real concert of fascist music by the efforts of our students. In addition to the song of American racists, three German Nazi marches were played, as well as one French monarchic song («La France bouge»). This day of tolerance I remember for a long time, as well as classmates who organized such a wonderful thing. Subsequently, the whole school was grateful to them for the fact that the speakers themselves saved the audience from obsessive tolerant propaganda.

Chapter twenty-third.

The great pogrom.

November 25, 2013 will be quite an event for the historiography of our district, and perhaps that is extremely important, valuable, of some interest to the reader as well as for myself. On this very day, an event occurred that we all later called the «Great pogrom», although in reality it was a failed coup attempt, committed «Blow» and Antonina, which was almost immediately suppressed by the police.

Here neither Russian nor foreign readers should naively draw parallels with the youth riots in European countries that suit young people from the outskirts of the city, as this comparison will be extremely inaccurate. The fact is that the uprising was not spontaneous, sudden or provoked, but was a well-organized action, which was prepared for the month of June, starting its implementation at exactly the moment when it was planned. It was not a senseless revolt of young people from the lower class, but an organized and meaningful uprising, organized by several secret organizations, consisting of children of the middle class, well-educated and with good career prospects. About the causes and preparation, as well as the course of the revolt I will be told a little further, though I'm not going to be limited to General phrases about its class and reactionary nature, although it will be said.

«Blow of Russian gods in the name of peace and justice» was, as you may have heard, the organization of the anti-capitalism of the West, of democracy, of progress and that is important, but not obvious, nationalism. Although I in my book call its members sometimes nationalists, because so did a lot of us, especially in bureaucratic circles, which, at the same time, wrong, because the ideology of this organization believed nationalism inevitable attribute of capitalism and liberalism. Since «Blow» was set to some revival of the feudal system, it was considered possible just a religious identity, while only the Orthodox going to Church was regulated there is truly Holy.

«Blow» shared the idea of a conservative revolution, and therefore a theory was formed that at some point the technique would make a person unnecessary, and therefore the latter would rise against it and return to its natural state, – a feudal dictatorship, the principles of which are set out by me above. Russia, as the most controversial country in the world in the relationship of man and technology, considered and called the birthplace of the future revolution, which was prepared, deciding in may 2013 that the time has come for a real uprising against the authorities.

Here it is necessary to distract a little, having told that relationship of our authorities and oppositionists-school students were very difficult and confused, and therefore are worthy separate perception and the description. Under President Putin, all my friends were born, and therefore the attitude to his figure was very special, as well as all our people; it was possible to abuse deputies of Parliament, officials and the government, but was never allowed to abuse the President as it was allowed to attack Church and priests, the first accusing of accumulation, and the second of various sins, but it was forbidden to abuse Orthodoxy. Most of the opposition school organizations tried not to mention Putin's name at all in their agitation, because the attitude towards him was mostly remarkable, and therefore did not want to arrange a split, which forced to concentrate on the «fight against corruption» and to oppose the bureaucracy in the first place.

«Blow» and «Union» began joint preparation in June, 2013, intending by the end of November or the beginning of December to arrange a coup against the current government; by itself they understood its unsuccessful outcome, pursuing the purpose of more popularization of themselves and the views, than the overthrow of the power: the coup attempt which got in mass media, will influence the state too very well. The plan of attack was pretty simple: a riot should break out to plant them. Khrunicheva, in the market, in schools and yards, and then cover the entire area of Fili so that there was the possibility of its further distribution in Moscow, especially on Shelepikhinsky bridge. Next, I should say a little more about each of these objects, as well as some others.

The Khrunichev plant is an enterprise where all space equipment is assembled and assembled, and therefore people work there, as is usually the case, with higher education, endowed with some intelligence and consciousness. Industrial enterprises have been withdrawing from Moscow recently, and therefore this plant is gradually transferring its production capacity to other places, primarily to Siberia, to Omsk, which its employees do not like, and therefore our friends hoped to raise workers and engineers to revolt. A significant part of the buildings of the plant from the beginning of the 1990s is empty, unguarded, and therefore it was very convenient to keep all the necessary equipment for the riot, such as bombs, leaflets, banners, etc., what else will be said.

In one direction from the station «Bagrationovskaya» is a residential area, in the other area, which in Soviet times was empty, being one half of a busy small square, and the other completely naked, empty of which was occupied by the market, which was a spontaneous trade. Bagrationovsky market was formed in the early 1990s, in 1992-1993, occupying almost the entire area near the metro station Bagrationovskaya, moreover, trade there was spontaneous: most sellers did not have a license, as well as many other documents that did not like our police, which is very demanding and suspicious of entrepreneurs. Traders could easily be intimidated, and then use them for their own purposes, from which, however, nothing good will happen, except for complete chaos and natural mayhem, which is usually remembered this day.

Filevsky Park, which adjoined the plant them. Khrunicheva, located along the banks of the Moscow river, and right behind it to the West followed by parks Voroshilovsky, Soldatenkov, Suvorov, though it is impossible to recognize their border layman. These parks are very different from the Central in new York or Hyde Park in London, representing the real jungle in which there are wild animals, and where people can hide, because the area is covered with ravines, fast and wide streams, swamps, thickets, etc. Antonina another two years before my arrival began to put it preys on the local beasts, but because the parks were all filled with traps, but not only them: were there secret warehouses, whose existence is not publicized. Inside the parks there were a number of abandoned buildings, including underground bunkers, where they hid weapons and all sorts of interesting things, which I will tell you later, devoting a whole Chapter to these warehouses.

Shelepikhinsky bridge was a continuation of Bolshaya Filevskaya street-the main street of our district, and was the main bridge across the river, which could get from Western Moscow to it’s center, and therefore it was at the time of the uprising the most important point in the city. Right next to the bridge was located and the Western river port of Moscow, which was taken for construction of the city the sand, but because control of it would be very desirable: the benefit that the port is not acted out in full force, but because he worked there not so many people, and it was guarded by a sluggish.

The interest of the rebellion was represented Mnevniki – part of Moscow, lying on the other side of the Moscow river from us, which is a large island on which virtually no one lived: there was an abandoned village in the early 1990s Glavmosstroy, which was used for storage of various products «Union» Antonina, a real village Terekhovo with cows, which happened to be almost in the center of Moscow, and even street Lower Mnevniki, where almost no one lived, while most of the island was occupied by swamps, thickets, thickets, meadows and ravines, among which came across the remains of economic activity of the Soviet era; there was, for example, a concrete wall a few hundred meters long, which something fenced earlier, but now there was one standing in the middle of the meadow, though we did not find traces of other walls near it, and on the maps of this wall is not known. There was also an abandoned boat station there, which was hidden in a thick reeds, on which there was then a ship built by the efforts of our students, which was called «Nicholas II», although it will still be a separate conversation.

On this I, perhaps, finish the description of our neighborhoods, because not for this you opened my book, but for the sake of any sharpness and piquancy of Russian life. I imagine a bored inhabitant of the country «first world» (England, France, or the United States) leafing through the English site to look n be an interesting, and catch my little book. For this reason I won't disappoint you, and I will pass to the description of how there was a disorder.

It all happened, as I said, November 25, 2013, and it all began as follows about 23:00 Moscow time to the building of our school began to approach the people in dark jackets, clutching in the hands of some convolution. It seemed very funny, because they were all dressed like typical drug dealers and drug addicts, and behaved accordingly: looked around, trying to hide the face behind a hood and so on in the same spirit. A little bit of it and reminded the meeting of the conspirators of the June days of the monarchy in France, when members of secret societies at night here as was going on the dark streets in order to do all sorts of bad things. Gradually the number of people grew, to twelve o'clock in the morning having passed for one hundred, but not going to stop on it.

That night I went to bed a little earlier than usual, than I had incurred all sorts of bad suspicions on the part of my parents, to whom such behavior seemed very strange. My heart was pounding with incredible strength, and therefore it was quite difficult for me to hide my excitement from my mother; in short, after a while I lay down in bed and began to wait. In the darkness of the night I caught every sound that came to me, but at the same time I was dominated by a terrible fear that I would miss everything, that the pogrom would pass without my participation. But I heard that the mother straightens a bed that her body down on the soft feather bed and finally she sleeps a deep sleep in the next room. I gently get up from the bed, but my body is shaking with horror and did not listen to me, although I still go to the closet, take out my clothes and start to dress. My heart shakes as if I'm running a marathon now, and I'm almost ready to fall to the floor in horror: I convulsively and awkwardly dress in total darkness (I'm afraid to turn on the light, because the father who reads in the living room can see), frightened to death of every rustle in which I can see my mother's steps. Terrified: it seems to me that in a second here, rush, angry mother and start a scandal, but nothing like this happens. All: I'm wearing a dark shirt, shoes and pants, which means that I have to go. God, if I was so scared before, what is now, my father likes to sit in the living room and read until five in the morning, constantly visiting the kitchen, and therefore to see his son, he is quite capable. I go out in my shoes in the hallway, trying not to hurt anything and not to make a sound: at this moment my father goes into the kitchen, scaring me to death. At this moment it seems to me that the heart will break from horror, but I still curb the fear and continue to stand in the corridor motionless. Five minutes it takes him to the kitchen and returning to the living room, but as far as de is long to me five minutes: I think that they last forever. But the father is gone, and therefore I continue my slow way to the door, pushing the bars and leaving the confines of their apartment. Incredible joy covers me: I headlong down the stone stairs, run out into the yard and inhale the frosty air of late Moscow autumn. The moist cold air saturated with aromas of lovely leaves strikes me in a nose: at this moment the little boy Marat Nigmatulin feels the most real man. I rush through the dark courtyards, each of which shines at best only one lamp, run across the empty streets and laugh: it's obvious – because now it's my time! I became an adult! After some five minutes I find myself in front of the native school, which was already a huge crowd of people with axes and pitchforks, a little drunk and configured explicitly non-peace: my friends are under fluttering in the North wind Nazi flags. Quickly I manage to find my classmates and Denis Kutuzov, who holds our banner-a red cloth with a stylized swastika applied to it. Then we talk about all sorts of nonsense, joking and trembling with excitement: I have, to be honest, as much as the knees are shaking from some strange combination of fear and impatience; on the one hand I'm just terrified of what I'm doing, but on the other – I so want to quickly start our little riot.

Denis dressed in a long coat, clearly too big for him and, moreover, incredibly old. We make fun of and let go of the taunts about his clothes, but he first smiles, and then opens the floors of his coat: as it turned out, there are fixed homemade and factory grenades, as well as hidden samopal. Denis laughs: of course, it's equipped better than all of us, being endowed with such rare pieces as the army hand grenades, while I have to do only one mount; some, in a word, no.

After a while, the workers of the Khrunichev plant, dressed in their blue overalls and orange construction helmets with lanterns attached to them, join our crowd. Now, when everything is gathered, you can start moving and to move the whole motley and no doubt colorful procession. And finally, the human sea roared, heard cheers, there was no less joyful firing in the air from firearms (including homemade), and then began to sing. God, what songs we sang that night: our group, for example, bawled a song by the Italian fascist song «Battaglioni della morte»; main leading was I, and all the others I just sang along. «Contro Giuda e contro l'oro...» – we pulled with all the strength of their children's voices, trying to drown out walking next to the pupils of the Cossack cadet corps, dressed in Russian military uniform of the early twentieth century and singing:

Victory day solemn will come,

Fly off the farm and Stalin with the GPU,

And the swastika over the Kremlin will shine brightly,

And black battalion goes through Moscow!

[Original text in Russian:

Победы день торжественный настанет,

Слетит колхоз и Сталин с ГПУ,

И свастика над Кремлем ярко засияет,

И чёрный строй пройдёт через Москву!]

The people in the crowd shouted slogans that could slay any Western left-liberal the first time; so, we shouted at the top of our lungs: «Kill the Jew!». Although to be honest, I must say that I shouted one, and my classmates were picked up: «The Jew...».

On the way to met the police station, which we shamelessly defeated, snatching out all found weapons and evidence, including missing two kilograms of cocaine. Having crushed the site brought by our actions to the real ruin, and at the same time having armed with the automatic factory weapon, – we went to the Bagrationovsky market. We walked and cried, cried and walked, and from the Windows of neighboring houses until we could hear the screams of angry townspeople: «Fascists! Nazis! Murderers!». Remember that one fat guy in his underwear went to the balcony and yelled at us mate wholeheartedly, promising «to hang the young morons». He actually shouted: «now come and hanged all young morons»! Sonia Barnash reacted the way she usually and react to such things: I got the gun and shot the man. At the same time she screamed: «Yes, I'll shoot your dick, asshole, fucking in your mouth!». She came the truth, that redneck is not in an intimate place, and in the leg, but this can be attributed to the darkness and the fact that his body was partially covered by a balcony: under other circumstances, Sonya would have killed him.

After a while, we came to the market and began to storm it, breaking into warehouses, where illegal migrants, forced to work here for sixteen hours a day, slept on potato sacks. For these unfortunate, who did not even have time to really Wake up from all the roar that we published – began shaped hell, because right on their heads flew grenades, Molotov cocktails, rocks and other stuff. The most memorable moment of this action for that minute when I in a fit of pogrom courage grabbed a heavy Board and started it in the pregnant woman was; when the Board hit her in the head, she collapsed to the ground, but seem alive. I still remember her eyes filled with tears and fear, I remember how she ran and stumbled through bags of vegetables, I remember with what pleasure I ran into her Board. And you know, although he has since become a Communist, is about the act I do not regret about it and keep only the good memories.

In short, no one I showed such cruelty: and to this day I can't forget Mike and Dennis pushed some migrants to the ground and heavily bludgeoned him with an iron rebar; beat while howling like a Buffalo, which cut. It was evident that my friends received from this undisguised pleasure, which was so noticeable in their brilliant eyes and happy smiles. Since migrants mostly rational and quite wisely decided to run away from the market, and to pursue of no one wanted then very soon the crowd rushed to the marketplace, along with this enriching all sorts of goods, which they are able to reach the hands of these people. I remember how I had a chance to Rob a jewelry store, where they sold mostly jewelry made of semi-precious stones, which no one in principle was flooded. But I – this is a very special case, because I then had to suffer from an incredible love for semi-precious stones, and especially large. Then I came home with two huge bags of loot, much of which is still gathering dust in a warehouse, not finding any application. The other part, consisting of the most beautiful and decent things, was presented by me to the school Museum, and some of the most valuable copies I gave to friends for memory.

Some might condemn me for this shameless theft, but in my defense, I notice that everyone did so then. I remember very much how Denis Kutuzov and Misha Stefanko were dragging three boxes with some expensive cognac from the warehouse: their faces were just blissful contentment. As I said, in our market illegally selling a gun, but because many have managed to stock up also and this good. In total I will notice that some people stole warehouse carts only milking to take stolen to the house.

When it was clear that there was nothing to plunder any more, the market began to blaze because ours decided to set fire just in case everything there by means of the reserved grenades and other ammunition prepared in advance for this purpose. After the propane tanks lying in warehouses started exploding, we left the territory of the destroyed market. After that, the crowd completely dispersed: some went home with the loot received, constantly looking around-as if it had not been taken away by the police on the way; others rushed to smash everything that came to their hands. These last managed to destroy a set of shops, the Jewish cultural center, regional government, two Bank branches and still anyestablishments. The hardest thing was the government, because we rioters burned all the documents, and at the same time and the government itself, so nothing from there really and not taking, except for the beautiful wooden Cabinet handmade, which was stolen from the office of the head of the district. In addition, tried to make more and a good table, which was in the same room with a wardrobe, but he could not stand the fall from the second floor and collapsed.

Denis and Mike, pleased with himself and the stolen brandy went home, barely having time to see me, while I had to go home with two heavy bags.