Social elevator: life is straight on Marx (part two)
As it was already emphasized in the first article, there is no science here, but only personal impressions and judgments at the everyday level. As a rule, most commentators on HE also refer to their personal experience, and not to articles in the journal Sociology Issues. Everyone has his own experience and this, however, is valuable, even if deep generalizations in it are usually absent.
While studying at school, I somehow never thought about the preferences given to me from birth, although I understood that I have a lot of things that others do not. But the impact of the events taking place in society felt very good. For example, under Khrushchev, there was a very “good bread”, from the crumb of which it was possible to sculpt anything, like plasticine, and then “this” was petrified tightly.
Now the 6 specialized school with the study of a number of subjects in English has turned into a language gymnasium with an electronic scoreboard above the entrance: “Through thorns to the stars!”
Looking at the huts of my street buddies, I began to value my house more. And especially the bookcase. And what was there just was not, and even the books were in the couch, with my grandfather on the shelf, in the barn and in the closet. There were Niva magazines 1899 of the year and beyond - “back and forth.” "Science and technology" 1929 of the year and 1937-oh, "Light" 50-x and much more. With 1962, I was discharged “Young Technician” and “Young Naturalist”, and from 1968, “Youth Technique” and “Model Designer”. By the way, from the same 1968, we had drastic social changes on the street, which adults called “Kosygin reform”. And, although it began earlier, I personally saw the result this year. All the families who worked in our factory, including the family of two of my comrades, received new apartments in high-rise new buildings, and their parents received a salary in 300 p. I came to visit them and was stunned: lacquered furniture made of chipboard (in those years, the dream and the norm of being our citizens!), The new TV and all that jazz. This, in fact, our friendship is over. We have nowhere to play, and even that - after all, we were already big. Walking to each other was far away. Therefore, all the summer I now devoted to ... reading. When the “wardrobe is over,” he turned to his relatives and began to re-read their wardrobes. All of Jules Verne, Dumas, Sabatini, Haggard, Mayne Reid, Dickens, Zola's novels “Germinal” and “Ladies Happiness” (there was about “this”), of course, Maupassant, Balzac, Alexander Belyaev, Ivan Efremov, Anatoly Dniprov, Sheckley , Lemm, Wells, Strugatsky, Vladimir Savchenko, Sergey Snegov - probably easier to write, which I did not read then. But what I did not like? In the free sale of good books for some reason was quite a few. Especially books from the series “Library of Adventures” with a characteristic ornate gold pattern on the spine and on the cover. They had to "get" or take in the library.
In Soviet times, near this school of ours, there was a technical school or a college for them. Ternovsky. What kind of men and girls there were at the entrance still remember. Now here is a business incubator.
And it all started with the books of this very library. Or rather, from the fact that when I was still in the 9 class, my mom finally got married a second time and, although she chose for a long time, but she chose. The retired colonel of the GRU and the Polish Army, with a bunch of orders (and which ones!), A chic apartment, furnishings and the same associate professor as she, only without a degree. By the way, it turned out that although my grandfather had my last name Taratynov, the first marriage of mother was Shevchenko (every fool at school, and at the institute also tried to ask me: “are you not a relative of Taras Grigorievich” - ugh! ), but I wear the name of my adoptive father. And I chose her, by the way, my future spouse. “What do you prefer to call yourself,” I told her before the wedding — Elena Shevchenko or Elena Shpakovskaya? “Elena Shpakovskaya is somehow more sonorous,” she said. Well, what does a woman want - God wants! So we have a surname and organized. I did not expect, you know, that in the country of proletarian internationalism, anti-Semitism will flourish in such a full color.
The same building from the entrance. It is deserted because it was shot on Saturday evening. Usually there are plenty of cars. But some workaholics, as you see, are still working! Cars are waiting for them!
But here I had to go to college, and my mother and father were taken, and left to rest to the south, "so that no one said that I went to ask for you and you entered through the pull!", And then completely changed their place of residence. And I ended up alone in an old wooden house with a grandmother and grandfather in his arms, who needed to be constantly cared for, ambulances called to him, to go to the hospital with gears and ... a lot more to do. Actually, I got used to this a long time ago, since my mom, arranging her career and personal life, in my opinion, all my years at school were simply absent. Half a year in refresher courses in Minsk, half a year in Leningrad, then three years in graduate school in Moscow, and again courses in Rostov-on-Don, then Riga, then ... well, I learned how to prepare and manage. And having entered the institute, I saw how many around me ... girls! Specifically, on 50 people are students - 25 girls, both from the city and from the village. Of course, many of them were just crocodiles in a skirt, no skin, no faces, no mind, no imagination. But one of them, somehow I immediately recognized it, had an entire library of adventures, including those books that I hadn’t read yet !!!
The remains of the plant management them. Frunze. Once, life was raging here, chandeliers were shining, carpets were laid on the stairs. And now at the entrance there is not even a monument. From time to come into disrepair and dismantled. But under these blue trees the babies in carriages sleep very well, and on the lawns on the left and right dogs play.
He began to accompany her to the house, was visiting, and found out that her father had a foreman at our ... factory, and from here she had a large apartment, a summer house, a car, and my coveted adventure library. She studied - worse than ever (and it is not clear how she entered the institute?), But she did learn somehow. Naturally, even in my thoughts I didn’t have “nothing like that,” but when the young blood began to boil, I found myself among the crocodiles both a clever girl and a beauty, and not to pull, I married her immediately after the second course, and By the way, I don’t regret it at all - this is 43, we live in perfect harmony.
But her family was “lower rank” - her father was a simple engineer in a scientific research institute, not her boss, her mother was a primary school teacher. And my wife told me how hard she came to our university. She studied well, on the five, but in a regular school. I did not pass the language test very well, but I passed by points. However, they took not her, but another girl - the daughter of the plant director! They said, however, you will work at the plant - we will take on one-year courses, and from them a direct road to the university! I went to the factory, or rather to the research institute, I worked as a laboratory assistant, came to the courses, and she was told - “they are only for workers”, and the laboratory assistant is an engineer! It is good that my father managed to identify her in the coilers-winders, and so she found herself on courses for workers. Well, after a year of study, the social elevator took her to the first year of our institute, where, by the will of Providence, we met. Destiny, yes? There were so many obstacles on the way to that, but ... all of them, as it turned out, led to one main goal!
Modern view of the entrance to the plant. Frunze, where 40000 people worked in my childhood. The plant was called cycling, but we joked that it would only release bicycles, the entire population of the USSR would ride only Penza bicycles. And all of Vietnam in addition ...
As for the one “with the library of adventures”, it was like this: after graduating from our university, having received the specialty “teacher stories and English ”, she did not go to the village to teach the teacher. We went with a small child and laughed for a long time: “Lenin and Krupskaya went against the tsar and sent them to the village! And we received diplomas of higher education and there, too, and even under the threat of criminal prosecution in case of non-appearance at the place of distribution. We have a pretty “free higher education”.
But it is us, and she got into the teacher of one city school, where she also worked for exactly three years and ruined relations with everyone there. And then dad gave her ... an engineer to his factory! Well, which of the history teachers and English to hell is an engineer? But ... arranged. And she began to work. And she worked until he died, after which she was immediately fired.
Now there are only horror films to shoot. It's good that at least the doors were pounded with plywood!
By this time, I had already completed graduate school, worked at the PR and Advertising department, and having met her on the street, and having learned about the plight, I offered to work with us as a lead worker. God knows what the salary is, but ... a lot of free time, comfortable working conditions, a good team. What else does a woman with children need and who is married?
Began to work. And ... declare that "it is bad here." That she, too, has a higher education (!!!), and all these professors look at you as if you are nobody. I honestly tell her: “and you are nobody compared to them”. Offended! And then I had to offer her to quit, because the person had overwhelmed her work thoroughly and even made the schedule incorrectly.
The howitzer D-3 testifies to the contribution of the factory workers of this enterprise to the victory in the Great Patriotic War.
Then? Then there were courses liftersh, and work liftershey. But after someone got stuck in her elevator, she was fired from her job. Now she is retired and works as a cleaning woman, which once again proves that he sees everything and “distributes sisters in earrings” to God. Someone, according to his will, the social elevator for some time carries up, but if in fact you are nobody, then, in spite of the former father of the shop manager, he is sent down. That is, while the father was alive, everything was fine, there was no father and the “farm ended” - everything immediately became bad. Of course, I feel sorry for the person, but how can you help him? No
The whole area around the plant ... solid "zone of collapse." Interestingly, on the territory of the plant itself stands a water tower (circled in red in the photo). What is interesting? And the fact that exactly the same tower in the city of Zelenogradsk in the Kaliningrad region was turned, first, into the hotel — the very top, and secondly — the entire spiral staircase leading upward, into the original “Cat Museum”. I wonder when the plant will finally turn into ruins, what will be built in its place and what will this tower turn into? I personally propose to arrange here a chic "Amusement Park", although, of course, this project is not cheap.
And here it’s fit to say how rightly none other than Karl Marx was right when he wrote extremely well in his essay “Reflections of a young man when choosing a profession” (1835) about how exactly this should be done and interfere with circumstances. So, probably, this is his essay and today it is necessary to give not only young men to read, but also girls. It has not lost its relevance! *
* Marx K. and Engels F. From early works. M., 1956. - S. 1 - 5.
To be continued ...
While studying at school, I somehow never thought about the preferences given to me from birth, although I understood that I have a lot of things that others do not. But the impact of the events taking place in society felt very good. For example, under Khrushchev, there was a very “good bread”, from the crumb of which it was possible to sculpt anything, like plasticine, and then “this” was petrified tightly.
Now the 6 specialized school with the study of a number of subjects in English has turned into a language gymnasium with an electronic scoreboard above the entrance: “Through thorns to the stars!”
Looking at the huts of my street buddies, I began to value my house more. And especially the bookcase. And what was there just was not, and even the books were in the couch, with my grandfather on the shelf, in the barn and in the closet. There were Niva magazines 1899 of the year and beyond - “back and forth.” "Science and technology" 1929 of the year and 1937-oh, "Light" 50-x and much more. With 1962, I was discharged “Young Technician” and “Young Naturalist”, and from 1968, “Youth Technique” and “Model Designer”. By the way, from the same 1968, we had drastic social changes on the street, which adults called “Kosygin reform”. And, although it began earlier, I personally saw the result this year. All the families who worked in our factory, including the family of two of my comrades, received new apartments in high-rise new buildings, and their parents received a salary in 300 p. I came to visit them and was stunned: lacquered furniture made of chipboard (in those years, the dream and the norm of being our citizens!), The new TV and all that jazz. This, in fact, our friendship is over. We have nowhere to play, and even that - after all, we were already big. Walking to each other was far away. Therefore, all the summer I now devoted to ... reading. When the “wardrobe is over,” he turned to his relatives and began to re-read their wardrobes. All of Jules Verne, Dumas, Sabatini, Haggard, Mayne Reid, Dickens, Zola's novels “Germinal” and “Ladies Happiness” (there was about “this”), of course, Maupassant, Balzac, Alexander Belyaev, Ivan Efremov, Anatoly Dniprov, Sheckley , Lemm, Wells, Strugatsky, Vladimir Savchenko, Sergey Snegov - probably easier to write, which I did not read then. But what I did not like? In the free sale of good books for some reason was quite a few. Especially books from the series “Library of Adventures” with a characteristic ornate gold pattern on the spine and on the cover. They had to "get" or take in the library.
In Soviet times, near this school of ours, there was a technical school or a college for them. Ternovsky. What kind of men and girls there were at the entrance still remember. Now here is a business incubator.
And it all started with the books of this very library. Or rather, from the fact that when I was still in the 9 class, my mom finally got married a second time and, although she chose for a long time, but she chose. The retired colonel of the GRU and the Polish Army, with a bunch of orders (and which ones!), A chic apartment, furnishings and the same associate professor as she, only without a degree. By the way, it turned out that although my grandfather had my last name Taratynov, the first marriage of mother was Shevchenko (every fool at school, and at the institute also tried to ask me: “are you not a relative of Taras Grigorievich” - ugh! ), but I wear the name of my adoptive father. And I chose her, by the way, my future spouse. “What do you prefer to call yourself,” I told her before the wedding — Elena Shevchenko or Elena Shpakovskaya? “Elena Shpakovskaya is somehow more sonorous,” she said. Well, what does a woman want - God wants! So we have a surname and organized. I did not expect, you know, that in the country of proletarian internationalism, anti-Semitism will flourish in such a full color.
The same building from the entrance. It is deserted because it was shot on Saturday evening. Usually there are plenty of cars. But some workaholics, as you see, are still working! Cars are waiting for them!
But here I had to go to college, and my mother and father were taken, and left to rest to the south, "so that no one said that I went to ask for you and you entered through the pull!", And then completely changed their place of residence. And I ended up alone in an old wooden house with a grandmother and grandfather in his arms, who needed to be constantly cared for, ambulances called to him, to go to the hospital with gears and ... a lot more to do. Actually, I got used to this a long time ago, since my mom, arranging her career and personal life, in my opinion, all my years at school were simply absent. Half a year in refresher courses in Minsk, half a year in Leningrad, then three years in graduate school in Moscow, and again courses in Rostov-on-Don, then Riga, then ... well, I learned how to prepare and manage. And having entered the institute, I saw how many around me ... girls! Specifically, on 50 people are students - 25 girls, both from the city and from the village. Of course, many of them were just crocodiles in a skirt, no skin, no faces, no mind, no imagination. But one of them, somehow I immediately recognized it, had an entire library of adventures, including those books that I hadn’t read yet !!!
The remains of the plant management them. Frunze. Once, life was raging here, chandeliers were shining, carpets were laid on the stairs. And now at the entrance there is not even a monument. From time to come into disrepair and dismantled. But under these blue trees the babies in carriages sleep very well, and on the lawns on the left and right dogs play.
He began to accompany her to the house, was visiting, and found out that her father had a foreman at our ... factory, and from here she had a large apartment, a summer house, a car, and my coveted adventure library. She studied - worse than ever (and it is not clear how she entered the institute?), But she did learn somehow. Naturally, even in my thoughts I didn’t have “nothing like that,” but when the young blood began to boil, I found myself among the crocodiles both a clever girl and a beauty, and not to pull, I married her immediately after the second course, and By the way, I don’t regret it at all - this is 43, we live in perfect harmony.
But her family was “lower rank” - her father was a simple engineer in a scientific research institute, not her boss, her mother was a primary school teacher. And my wife told me how hard she came to our university. She studied well, on the five, but in a regular school. I did not pass the language test very well, but I passed by points. However, they took not her, but another girl - the daughter of the plant director! They said, however, you will work at the plant - we will take on one-year courses, and from them a direct road to the university! I went to the factory, or rather to the research institute, I worked as a laboratory assistant, came to the courses, and she was told - “they are only for workers”, and the laboratory assistant is an engineer! It is good that my father managed to identify her in the coilers-winders, and so she found herself on courses for workers. Well, after a year of study, the social elevator took her to the first year of our institute, where, by the will of Providence, we met. Destiny, yes? There were so many obstacles on the way to that, but ... all of them, as it turned out, led to one main goal!
Modern view of the entrance to the plant. Frunze, where 40000 people worked in my childhood. The plant was called cycling, but we joked that it would only release bicycles, the entire population of the USSR would ride only Penza bicycles. And all of Vietnam in addition ...
As for the one “with the library of adventures”, it was like this: after graduating from our university, having received the specialty “teacher stories and English ”, she did not go to the village to teach the teacher. We went with a small child and laughed for a long time: “Lenin and Krupskaya went against the tsar and sent them to the village! And we received diplomas of higher education and there, too, and even under the threat of criminal prosecution in case of non-appearance at the place of distribution. We have a pretty “free higher education”.
But it is us, and she got into the teacher of one city school, where she also worked for exactly three years and ruined relations with everyone there. And then dad gave her ... an engineer to his factory! Well, which of the history teachers and English to hell is an engineer? But ... arranged. And she began to work. And she worked until he died, after which she was immediately fired.
Now there are only horror films to shoot. It's good that at least the doors were pounded with plywood!
By this time, I had already completed graduate school, worked at the PR and Advertising department, and having met her on the street, and having learned about the plight, I offered to work with us as a lead worker. God knows what the salary is, but ... a lot of free time, comfortable working conditions, a good team. What else does a woman with children need and who is married?
Began to work. And ... declare that "it is bad here." That she, too, has a higher education (!!!), and all these professors look at you as if you are nobody. I honestly tell her: “and you are nobody compared to them”. Offended! And then I had to offer her to quit, because the person had overwhelmed her work thoroughly and even made the schedule incorrectly.
The howitzer D-3 testifies to the contribution of the factory workers of this enterprise to the victory in the Great Patriotic War.
Then? Then there were courses liftersh, and work liftershey. But after someone got stuck in her elevator, she was fired from her job. Now she is retired and works as a cleaning woman, which once again proves that he sees everything and “distributes sisters in earrings” to God. Someone, according to his will, the social elevator for some time carries up, but if in fact you are nobody, then, in spite of the former father of the shop manager, he is sent down. That is, while the father was alive, everything was fine, there was no father and the “farm ended” - everything immediately became bad. Of course, I feel sorry for the person, but how can you help him? No
The whole area around the plant ... solid "zone of collapse." Interestingly, on the territory of the plant itself stands a water tower (circled in red in the photo). What is interesting? And the fact that exactly the same tower in the city of Zelenogradsk in the Kaliningrad region was turned, first, into the hotel — the very top, and secondly — the entire spiral staircase leading upward, into the original “Cat Museum”. I wonder when the plant will finally turn into ruins, what will be built in its place and what will this tower turn into? I personally propose to arrange here a chic "Amusement Park", although, of course, this project is not cheap.
And here it’s fit to say how rightly none other than Karl Marx was right when he wrote extremely well in his essay “Reflections of a young man when choosing a profession” (1835) about how exactly this should be done and interfere with circumstances. So, probably, this is his essay and today it is necessary to give not only young men to read, but also girls. It has not lost its relevance! *
* Marx K. and Engels F. From early works. M., 1956. - S. 1 - 5.
To be continued ...
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