Life On The Fracture Of The Ages. Personal Memories About the 80's - 90's of the Years of the 20th Century

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Life at the turn of the ages. Personal memories of the 80's - 90's.

Life at the turn of the ages. A note about his thoughts, feelings, feelings in the 80s-90s. The descriptions of events are highly subjective and do not at all pretend to be academic authenticity. When writing this masterpiece, it was not specially Google, I only expound it from memory, so a lot of facts are distorted. However, they were even more simply missed, and, in general, did not write about facts, but about feelings linked to social life.

My happy childhood passed in the far Siberian Muhosrsk. For metropolitan residents, what before, what is now, the city's name will not say anything. The deaf province is Muhosransk. Parents, according to Soviet standards, earned well, but saved money for the house - they were going to move "to the sea." However, personally I have never felt any lack of money and the refrigerator was full. Then the anecdote went ... reluctant to write completely, but the essence is this: there is nothing in the stores, but everyone has everything. So it was. Through the back Cyrillic, - "I'm from Ivan Ivanych" and so on. It was more difficult with fashionable imported items, but they were also delivered through the third blat on the basis. But excuse me, only that was, so often the young people went as one incubator, in the same jeans, sneakers and the like. I, like a guy, it was on the drum, and the girls really suffered.

Compare how they taught in the Soviet school and how in the modern I will not. I just do not know how they teach now. Children's experience does not count - we also ached from the "exorbitant load", but whether my parents handed over their blood for every repair there I do not know, and I will not lie. On gifts to teachers at release - precisely handed over, and judging by terrible devastation in student's toilets where it was possible to come only sobors fastidiousness, on plumbing obviously did not hand over.

Until the tenth grade, all of them were even handed out, even the dopey semicons. Then the law was on compulsory secondary education. After graduation, all those who wanted to enter the university, and wanted about 60 percent, the rest - to the plant. There was no other: either work or study. To go to different cities. The two were not afraid and rushed to Moscow. They did not have gold medals. One in Moscow State University, the second in Baumanka. I, I confess, were afraid to Moscow or Peter and chose Tomsk. This city can be written, it, I hope, Muscovites, Petrograders and residents of the provinces know. I ask not to be confused with Omsk - these are different cities.

Finally, I got close to the turn of the eras. This happened when I was kicked out of a technical college for accreditation and I got a job at the plant. In the same place, in Tomsk. On the defense, this is not huhry-muhry - my profile was virgin clean. It was just a shame to go home, and I was determined to get back to college. The army, in connection with the "white ticket", I did not shine, but the parents from the feeder excommunicated and I realized that this is fair, though offensively.

Gorbachev was rushing. Perestroika, publicity. In the smoking rooms, talk exclusively about politics. Of course, young secretary-general! Not old farts, that before him there were words like correct, without a piece of paper. The truth spoke for a long time and he was lost, with what he began, but this is something. The only thing with which the overwhelming majority of peasants categorically disagreed was a dry law.

Drunkenness really was a pandemic. Well ... not really, but they drank a lot. In my native Muhosransk I first tried vodka at the age of 14 and it was considered normal among us boys. He did not just sip, but got drunk with all the male class of the class at some holiday. In my opinion the 8th of March. Hata classmate freed - the ancestors somewhere faded and we happily seized the opportunity to strengthen the "cool" friendship. Got vodka - not enough, so we, not thinking for long, drank the brag, which her parents put on samogonous. She also had the intelligence to show the flask. Naturally, everyone cursed, flew their own ancestors and at school arranged a "show trial" (then did not hesitate). There were no serious consequences, but in terms of upbringing, public flogging did not help. And what else was to do in high school? Study, some sports, on weekends a disco with a booze, a fight area on the district. Of course, we do not have Kazan, this happened rarely. More often just a crowd will stand on the crowd, shout out insults and as from under the ground there will be "Looking" for the area, about which everyone knew that he "holds this area". There will be and will disperse all the youngsters, that is us. In fact, we were just waiting for this, but everyone was afraid to admit - they would find us a coward. Young people of new microdistricts for a long time have got acquainted in the general clubs (Houses of Culture), dance floors, sports sections, on the general beach. These mass skirmishes were, as it were, "a tribute to tradition." Yes, more about drinking: in my class, at least for the holidays, they drank everything, regardless of sex and evaluation in the magazine. 18 years old, of course, no one was.

During the notorious "semi-dry" law, in the kilometer queues for alcohol it quickly got fed up and we, the students (and I stayed to live "a hare" in the student hostel), began to buy vodka from speculators. They appeared as devils from a box. At first the vodka was real, just bought by unknown, but very soon a "palenka" appeared or as we called "wire rod". It was then, on vodka, even before the permission for cooperatives, and the first capitals appeared, and with it racket. There were pitching in sports suits. This is my personal feeling. Of course, I've heard about Soviet "train guards", thieves in law, even the cinema looked appropriate, but I'm eating about my own sense of the era.

It is time for the cooperation. For me, this was remembered by the gradual disappearance of running products from state stores and the flourishing of cooperatives. Without queues, with a good assortment, but the prices ... her god, the market could have been cheaper, but too lazy to get there. There are quite affordable fashion items of questionable quality. What else can you remember. Yes, coupons for every rubbish, the most valuable of which were sugar, soap and, of course, alcohol. No, they kind of introduced sugar, but promised not to google and I will not. At this time I entered another university, not at all technical.

And what was happening in the TV! The ratings of political programs, if they existed then, went off scale. Then the congress of the first "freely" elected Supreme Soviet of the USSR was held. It elected President, of course, Gorbachev. The live broadcast was "Boris, you're wrong," whistled old man Sakharov and, in my opinion, the word Democracy was first heard from his lips. Before that, it was somehow ... implied, used, but did not sound in that context. The Baltic republics at the same congress announced that they would seek secession from the Union.

That's when I first felt the possible disintegration of the country. Before that, such a thought simply did not fit into my head. Then came the "parade of sovereignties" and, what struck me most, Russia declared sovereignty! It turns out that I lived under someone's yoke. I did not notice it somehow.

The events took place with such dizzying speed that you really can not remember anything important. The products in the shops disappeared, as if by magic, but there were mini-markets all around, where everyone traded: from dry goods to meat. To be honest, I, as a student, did not bathe in the shops. In the afternoon they ate a pancake in the dining room (they are the cheapest), in the evening they cooked what the god sent from. Usually it was potato, sent by one of the parents, Italian pasta (rarely, they were given by coupons), butter. And from meat - who will get what or buy in the market, the benefit of one appeared in the neighborhood. In general, I did not starve, but it was unpleasant to look at all the food disgrace, especially on empty store counters.

What else to remember before the collapse of the country ... Kashpirovsky! A little later Chumak. People really lost landmarks, reached for any "miracle". The atmosphere rang with the smell of change. I like it as a young hot guy. It seemed to be about to live! And around exceptionally temporary difficulties, as always, according to Soviet propaganda. Another bright event is the first strike of miners. I was delighted. Not that they were not paid a salary, but the fact itself. Is it possible that soon we will have, as in the West? By this time, the cult of the "west" penetrated me tightly. It seemed to me that they were all right. They work, they get a big salary, they go on strike, go to rallies, if they do not agree, the young people sometimes visit them. It's great. And to me, and, I dare to assure the majority of the population, the attitude was good-natured. With an admixture of indulgence and admiration at the same time. I even do not know why. But there was a cold war, the propaganda worked all the time. Jeans and cud, they bought us, or what? Weakly believed. And this feeling for the states appeared before the mass video salons with Hollywood products. Paradox. But I understand why the attitude has changed over the 1990s, but this is below.

The August putsch caught me on vacation, at home. For the first time I learned about this from a taxi driver: "I heard Gorbik threw off! It serves him right". But I got agitated. Hurry up home and turn on the telly - Swan Lake. I catch Voice of America and only from there I learn what exactly happened. I was frightened. So I hoped for a change, that we will soon heal, and now all the dogs are under the tail? Seeing the famous press conference, almost calmed down. Then, by some miracle, Yeltsin appeared on the tank, passed his appeal on the radio, but I did not understand anything. No, understand something, but who do not listen, where to go? Everything was quiet and peaceful. In my opinion, there was not a policeman in the street. Whom to sabotage? The people waited. Young people are on the side of the defenders of the White House, the elderly mostly opposed, but without straining, no one beat anyone because of politics, and nobody was going to any rallies, Russian flags were not hanging.

Belovezhskaya Pushcha was a complete surprise for me. Clearly, it was felt in everything - the union is disintegrating, but so that as with a shoe on the head? At least they would save the federation, or something, and then the CIS. The FIG knows what is. To be honest, I still do not understand. It seems that the referendum was, and the majority voted "for" some kind of union. Except for the Balts, of course. Or I'm wrong? In short, the fact that Belarus and Ukraine - Abroad for a long time in my head did not fit, on the rest of me it was somehow without a difference. I was in Uzbekistan in the 80s - they were already living by their own laws.

Finally, a real, as I thought, Market struck us. The real, I thought, Freedom came.

Media as a chain broke. Everything around us is bad, compromising on officials, the police, the KGB, the CPSU. The "yellow" newspapers did not differ in any way from "serious" newspapers, you will take them in hand - you will not tell. Perhaps all that was written there is true, but then the long existence of the Soviet Union can only be explained by God's Providence. On TV went Mrs. Advertising and Latin American TV series. In the news there are loud murders, the smoldering of the outskirts of Russia, a war of compromising materials. Talk show started. While not entirely successful, but already popular. "What to do," I sighed, "the costs of true freedom of speech," but I liked the entertainment part of TV.

I will not write about hyperinflation. I do not remember how much it cost on a particular day. Zeros on banknotes grew, as in leaps and bounds, and my poor, now and literally, parents at once lost all considerable savings to the always expensive houses of the Black Sea coast. I had nothing to lose, and I reacted to inflation as an unavoidable evil before future prosperity. The streets of the city were filled with bananas, "Bush's thigh" (I wonder what hormones the chicken needs to feed, what would it have grown to the size of a goose?) And, of course, "Mars" - "Snickers". Everything is relatively cheap. Relatively, because people, especially in enterprises, simply stopped paying their salaries. I studied and worked part-time at the hospital, I was delayed by salary delays insofar as.

There is nothing to remember about the shooting of the White House, at that time I was on a train from Kuban to Tomsk. In the car the radio did not work, and the rumors among the passengers were themselves contradictory and, frankly, everyone was on the drum that there in Moscow once again going on. Everyone, including me, worried more for the safety of their own cargo: apples and pears. We drove, of course, for the purpose of selling. Who is in the baggage car, who is right on the reserved seat. The fragrance was inexpressible. At once I will say that my approximately 150 kg of pear-apples were subsequently rotted halfway. Well, I do not have a commercial vein! To sell someone even a quality product, I always stepped over myself. For some reason I was ashamed. Education, there's nothing to be done. But at least I went for free, went to the sea. But my friends were spinning as best they could. Buy in one place, sell in another, organize the office of "horns and hoofs" under the guise of a bank, but it is only with the support of crime, many have become "shuttles." Some rushed to play MMM, and realized that this is a scam, but hoped to jump off in time. Some of them managed to do it. Bought cars and apartments, but most got it is clear that, and not only the elderly, but also played up the "smartest" of my young acquaintances. Tragedy. Everything gained by overwork!

Thank God, I did not play. Basically. The only thing I had to do was voucher privatization.

In my understanding of the time - the idea is very good. All their life they blamed Soviet mismanagement, and in the blessed West - private property. The diligent master follows everything, riches, increases, does not offend workers. They live in clover. "We played a little sloppy," I thought, getting a treasured piece of paper. The people were given impersonal vouchers for state property - "but at least something needs to be started," I reassured my own doubts. Where did the face value of 10000 come from? And the FIG knows, but in the government people are smart, economists, counted. Probably. It does not matter, but then I wholeheartedly supported this venture.

There will be joint-stock companies, factories will start working, the owners will monitor competitiveness, we will simply be overwhelmed by domestic high-quality products. Beauty! I gave away the voucher I do not remember where, in some mutual fund, which was heavily advertised on TV. I waited for shares - broke off. The foundation was blown away, like the vast majority of others. And like chicken from eggs, we began to peck out billionaires. I was very upset. By the way, those who brought vouchers, their own and their relatives and bought, to the native factory turned out to be winners. Their shares were then redeemed for good money. And do not sell - turn off the gas. In the sense of dismissing or "following relatives" and these threats were absolutely serious.

Crime was then everywhere. According to my feelings, starting with the deputies of the city council and before the governors. Perhaps higher, but this is from the field of "journalistic revelations", which I quickly stopped believing, after seeing two "exposures" of one person through different channels. On one he is a thief and a murderer, on the other he is slandered by competitors. And the documents showed - you will not undermine, the interview is sincere. And there, and there I wanted to believe, professional work. And I saw local deputies, I talked to one couple of times, looked at the construction of luxury cottages. Correctly speak - from the people you will not hide, but who will believe or allow you to vyaknut? Alexandrov Matrosov was not among my acquaintances, nor was I himself. Even then, the local press was bought with giblets or intimidated.

By the beginning of the Chechen company, my fervor of the market democrat was sharply blown away. The deputies - bandits, contract killings, fattened oil and raw materials "new Russians", and the people both did not receive their salaries, and continued to live in poverty.

I graduated from the institute, internship and started working in the hospital. Salary - laughter, but helped out on duty and bribes from patients. Did not extort, no. They themselves carried. Cognac, ham, sweets and all that. And, to be honest, he always worked as best he could, regardless of future donations. I assure you, so do all the doctors - you can not jump above yourself. Bribes do not stimulate the doctor's brains at all, believe me. But there are also doctors who treat patients negligently, so to speak, after the sleeves. That's his bribe, for sure, will stimulate, but do you trust such a health? And I was also afraid that I would get a real "cool" patient. Well them, it is better to stay away from them. Lucky, never was.

In the "first Chechen" I understood what an information war is. Journalists forced us to root for the "peaceful Chechen people" who perished under the bombs of the "federals", reported the mad losses among our untrained draftees. They showed blood, corpses of Chechen fighters and a number of Russian soldiers. Looked impressive, immediately arose the thought of the senselessness of the whole idea to climb into Chechnya. Numerous interviews of their leaders and scattered through the channels. Somehow they forgot how they threw out of Grozny, and sometimes they killed Russians, about fake advice and many other things. The same fact on different channels was covered so subtly that the impressions from him were born absolutely opposite. With this information company, I understood: freedom of speech is a myth carefully supported by journalists. Who pays, he orders music - with the people you can not argue. Someone takes money, someone makes a career, someone who is bribed with sincerity, who has a conscience, who himself sincerely believes only those facts that he wants to see, and the others do not notice who have their own convictions do not allow writing about obvious facts that run counter to this To the very convictions, who ... Oh, why did I cluck. I'm not at all on a journalistic topic, these are the thoughts of an amateur. I do not impose.

Once again I was convinced of journalistic lawlessness during Yeltsin's second election. "Vote or lose" - was repeated from everywhere. There was unthinkable anti-Zyuganov propaganda, the CPSU - resting. In support of Yeltsin, virtually all television and radio channels and newspapers worked. I voted "for" him and not at all because of advertising.

I deeply believe in the Russian people, he will figure out what's what. Sooner or later, but the gangster bacchanalia will end with the efforts of the people themselves. Simply for the time being, he is drugged by that Liberty, which, by inexperience, he considered permissive. Bandits and power - where are they from? Of the people. For example, they would choose me as mayor. I would honestly say that I would take it. And what if they carry it? And why should not I give advantageous contracts to my relatives and friends? The city does not care, but it's nice. Would be a fool - quickly burned, clever - lasted longer, or maybe went to the promotion. But this is so, the arguments about Russian permissiveness in power. For the whole thousand-year history, we never had a mass layer of real Masters, but there were a lot of bureaucratic officials because of what we suffer. At least, I think so.

But Zyuganov was stubborn, at that time, at 96m he would certainly have nationalized and it's hard to imagine what would be the result. Perhaps without blood, but more likely - a civil war. A Russian rebellion themselves understand that. This is only my opinion, I do not impose.

In 98-m passed a default, a jump in inflation, but to be honest, it affected me personally. As there was no money, they did not appear. One thing is good, local businesses began to work - imports have subsided.

And then the United States bombed Serbia. I took it very hard, I got hooked on the soul.

We left eastern Europe, NATO expanded there. These foreign policy events did not touch me very much, but the insult appeared. "Hey," - I wanted to tell them in the White House, "we are now of the same blood, you and me!". And that, ideology is one, let's live together or at least amicably. Of course, this is a silly sense of humor, but I really did not understand what we are now doing to the Great America. Where the hell is Marshall's plan? Privatization has passed, the owners, what-any, but have appeared. What else does? I doubt that in the ruined Germany and Japan, private American investors directly ran. Have forced, used an administrative resource or some tax preferences. Do not go to the old woman. And instead they slipped a pile of green wrappers, which then had to be given, but Bush's leg. Here for them thanks. Really.

Smiles of both our and their diplomats, a light reprimand for the excessive use of force in Chechnya and praise: what a wonderful democracy you have! Young, not without errors, but you are on the right track, comrades!

After the bombing of Serbia, at that time still Yugoslavia, all illusions disappeared. By and large they do not care about democracy and the market in the rest of the world, but these concepts became their ideas "fix" for promoting themselves, beloved, into the world. Ideas "fix" - these are thoughts from which it is impossible to refuse and besides it is not desirable. With our "only true" doctrine - Marxism-Leninism, these ideas are very similar precisely to their "only fidelity", are unaffected by any criticism, and the methods of implanting this ideology (democracy, human rights, etc.) are much stiffer and trickier than those used Soviet Union. So after the 90s, I began to treat the states with great distrust, if not with hatred and without any good nature. Perhaps, I'm paranoid and it's not a matter of striving for the expansion of "universal human values", who will understand them. Just sincerely want that the rest of the country also lived well. And they themselves are not bad, sincere, hard-working (I mean the few Americans with whom I spoke). Most of them are kind, and really want good to everyone. By the way, "simple" people are simply not interested in politics. Oh, and I? Cleverer or what? I doubt it. But me then, in the 99m much hurt for the living.

Once there was a talk about America, then a paranoid thought crept in: in Germany and Japan stood and, in my opinion, still have military bases in the States. Can we get it? You'll see, and the Marshall plan will work and everything will be in chocolate. A? This is who did not understand, a joke.

These are my personal memories of the 80s-90s. I repeat, there are no scientific facts in the note, as chronology is often not observed. Politicians, at least someone, perhaps, was convinced of the opposite, at least. I tried to write my thoughts, feelings, feelings, expectations. There is an artistic fiction, I will not hide it. I wanted to share personal memories of that era with the most interesting presentation, but I'm afraid I'll forget it myself.