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KMB. From dusk to dawn

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KMB. From dusk to dawn

Is in the fall of the original

A short but wondrous time -
The whole day is as if crystal,
And the evenings are radiant ...
FI Tyutchev

Part 1. Beautiful weather, isn't it


Fall...

Sunset.
Evening verification.
Frozen in the rain like pillars ... We are at the KMB. First-year cadets of the USSR military machine. End of the 80s.
The sun hid behind the clouds even during the day, waving at us and leaving us alone. We stand in the ranks ...

The weather is already tired of watering us like a bucket and rattling fiercely with flashes of lightning in the sky. The rain was just boringly and monotonously pouring and pouring ... Everything was wet: heaven, earth and us.
Wet through and through.

The rain ran down the cap and forehead. The eyebrows did not retain moisture for a long time, it simply flowed down the eyes onto the cheeks and fell further, dissolving on the wet cotton.
It's a little uncomfortable - blinking your eyes, spitting water, and waiting for the cry of your last name at the evening verification under the autumn rain ... Hands at the seams, you can't move.
There is also water in the boots, it squishes in the rain.

Everywhere water.
Whales in wake formation, aphids.
Evening verification ... Drizzling rain ... Field ... Evening ...

- Petrov ?!
- I!
- Sidorov ?!
- I!
- Through the three laborers?
- I!
- Nihrenase surname ...
- I!

It's no longer funny ... The romance of everyday life in the army somehow sour, got wet and quietly howled, huddled in his heels.
The sun sighed doomedly, finally shriveled behind the birch trees on a hillock and ... hit the horizon - to sleep in warmth until morning.

Autumn.
Water is already pouring into streams on the eyebrows ...
We stand like idols. Evening verification. The chief of the company, squelching cold slurry with his tarpaulins, turned to the frozen formation and said, like "a cat on an oak tree":

- Fuck you stand here like savraski in the wind !!! You were dug 140, and only 100 will get the oath! .. Who is tired of doing bullshit here? Who is ready to write a report and return home to the XNUMXth century? Step forward!

We stand. We are silent. It's a little cold, like the second week ...
The company commander walked out in front of the line, gesturing aside the foreman. He took off the officer's cape from his shoulders, remaining in one field uniform. The cape-cloak migrated into the hands of the foreman ...
We all stand together under a shower in cotton.

I walked in front of the wet frozen formation ...
- Cadet Pupkin!
- I!
- Break down!
- There is!
Squelch, squish, squish.
- Not frozen?
- No way, drag tan!
- Get in line!
- There is!
Squelch, squish, squish.
- Cadet Bubenchikov!

***


And so it went on for a very, very long time ...

***


The company commander again walked slowly in front of the whole formation and stood in the middle.

- You puppies have not understood anything ?!
- You, as much as 140 mouths, but only a hundred will go to the Oath! This is the order !!! Do you know what "Order" is ?!
The order is what will be done... And other options - no!

Understand - stubbornness is good, but what will happen then? Do you know exactly how you want to live your life? You will need to study for several years, and then serve the entire the rest of your life! All life!!! And there won't be another.
Turn on the brain!

Do you really want this?

And also understand - while you have a chance to write a report and return for a year under a warm mother's hem and cute classmates. But when you take the Oath and realize that you have stepped with your fucking stubbornness, then you will immediately go into the army for two years!

There will be no return to civilian life.

It - do you understand?
The rain pours and pours. We stand, already not understanding anything ...

- Do you know that you will die ... really! Before the Oath? And, moreover, after it? I will arrange it for you and guarantee! You will be in shit up to the tonsils and hrendelpupins!
- Who is ready to die, but take the Oath, step forward!
The frozen formation simply stupidly digested what was said above and ... stood like rooted pillars ...
Brains just got wet. There is no more strength to think and perceive adequate words ...
The company commander chuckled.
- Already dumb? Well, where are you going, kindergartners? Okay, I'll ask you differently.
- Who are the future officers here and are ready to swear allegiance to the Motherland ?!
Well, I would say so ...
The frozen formation on autopilot took a step forward ...
There are no fools left behind ... We have been floundering in the cold in the tent city for two weeks now, only the most stubborn are left ...
“Well, as you know,” the company commander smiled almost imperceptibly and approvingly.

Part 2. Oh, how many wonderful discoveries we have


- Rota, Equal! HIGHLY! At ease. Chief, take command.
- Rota, disperse! Hang up in 15 minutes!

Stop it ... Finally, at least once a day, they said something that you couldn't bear to want ... And the footcloths are damp.
The wet and sticky mass of people bent their chins to their throats, pressing against each other, and squelching, swearing, to their tents ...

Tents, tents, tents ... "How much of this word has merged for the Russian heart" ... In the bathhouse of Russian classics ... It's cold, aphids ... According to the Charter, our burnt-out tarpaulin PLC could accommodate 10-12 people. We ran around it like ants - we dug 15 of us in it ...

They sprinkled Pravda and Red Star on it ... This is so that the cheerful rain would not soak it until it condenses inside, and it will be warmer. "Komsomolskaya Pravda" was left and hidden in training bags to increase the intellectual level on the "pot" with subsequent use for its intended purpose. And the rain just poured and poured down, but how much more of it upstairs?
It's cold, aphids ...

We ran inside. Fuh. "Hang up" means you can go into the tent.
In the entire width of the tent, behind the central pillar, there were wooden bunks, on the left there was still a bed for a couple of people with twigs stuffed under it for the firebox. To the right was a lean-to box with personal lockers. And quite in the corner, next to the entrance, a potbelly stove was pleasing to the eye.
Hilton, aphid.

Our coziest Hilton, there is no other.
Rustling in the dark, colliding with each other.

- Are we lighting it up?
- And then ... br-br-br.

Throwing back the cuff of the entrance cuff called the door, four people burst into our mansion: rain, a raincoat, a tin bucket with a lid, and an orderly bandage for the company.

- What do you want, sick?
- Have you heated the stove yet?
- No, they didn't hug, they were waiting for you. What do you need, we ask?
- Collect ash.
-?

We have already begun to get used to the fact that it is not worth being surprised in the army. There's no point.
We stand, silent, waiting for the continuation.

- Yes, the political officer ordered to collect ash! To the dacha, he needs to eat it ... He will scatter it.
- Zampolita ?!

The people instantly revived, remembering the insidiousness of the political worker of our glorious party, and amicably suggested:

- Give us ... thrown to him in ashes?
- Yes, you sho, agreed chtol ?! - shouted the orderly. - I look into the fifth tent and it is the same everywhere. So stupid here that the jokes became the same?

Grumbled under his breath something about the incredible difficulties of the work of the inner outfit when dealing with such cretins as we, the day nurse with a blue scoop dishonored our potbelly stove and rushed off to collect tribute from other wigwams.

- His scoop is not statutory.
- Why not?
- And where did you see the blue children's owls in the Red Army? Is it blue?
- Nowhere. Only green.
- This is it, which means that it can be from the enemy sandbox, and this ...
- She, you what, there is nothing else to do ?! Whoever is closer to the stove, keep the firewood.

The merry tongues of flame cast a reddish-blue glow on the walls of the tent, dark with dampness, and brought a wave of warmth to the stubborn romantics. Steam started to flow from the cotton, and my chilled body cramped. And immediately the moisture in the boots was sharply felt.
The people stirred, pulling off the tarpaulin, climbing onto the bunks and hiding their legs under them.

- Wah, how good it is ...
The pungent smell of footcloths, tarpaulin wax, sweat and dampness mixed with the heat of the stove and spread throughout the tent.
- Finally, beauty ...
How much does a person need?
- Who has a four-thread to devour?
The parcels had already been finished, but two packs of stashed cookies were found. One tooth for everyone. We chew.
- Guys, what will happen tomorrow? What are the classes?
- Do you care?
- Well, maybe under a roof, not in a field ...
The laughter of warming people amicable in a spasm.
- Well, you and ... the storyteller.
- Eh, go to Chipok ...
The noise of the rain intensified. And a gust of wind hit the tarpaulin of the tent with a heavy wet paw.
- Yeah, here's a joyful goblin and bring you a glass of sour cream with a turbine.
- How are you going to pay?
- Soviet Leshies from Soviet cadets take into account only rubles at state rates, in accordance with the moral principles of the moral code. Patriotism, so to speak, and partisan education.

In a friendly cackle, the attendant opened the potbelly stove, illuminating for a moment a tight wet flock of boys and cotton tunics hanging on cords soaring from moisture. The fire, with a joyful rumbling, began to devour a new portion of broken planks and hummed like a draft in an iron pipe.

- But they gave us money, 7 rubles each, but why is it so little?
- This is a soldier's allowance. After the oath, there will be a cadet. Zema said that it was 22, 27 or 32 rubles.
- Yes. With what force you will gnaw the granite of army science, the Army will give out so much money for vodka - such an incentive.
- Or to Chipok ...
- So, put aside talking about food, perverts. Let's talk about something nice. Do you have ... Lice?
-?
- No? Duck is nice!
- Well, by the way, you can't beat lice, it's not like a soldier.
- Ofonarel? Why?
- Ofonarel himself, there may be women and children among the lice!
- Then we will frighten them with the Charter of the internal service. They will scatter themselves.
- Fiends.

It was getting warmer in the tent, damp things were warming up. And the smell of the barracks began to be clearly felt in the air - the special smell of the dwellings of soldiers of all times and peoples.

- And what, when will the yuft workers be given out? The burn will be warmer.
- Warmer, they are warmer, but also heavier than a tarpaulin. After the KMB will be issued.
- Yeah, those who won't die.
- Eh, it would be better to live up to the Oath, but it will be easier ...
- What makes it easier?
- Well, Duc in the barracks we will live in the location of the uchaga, and the ridges in the city.
Civilization of the XNUMXth century.
- Yeah, uvaly: girls, dumplings ...
- Kakava with tea.
- Do not, do not confuse the order: first the dumplings, and then the girls.
- Shave with dreams like kakava.
- Why?
- After the Oath, here again. We will be in the city for only two days. Forget about ridges for six months. From the word at all.
- Are you flawing?
- The elders from the courses said.
- They bred us burdocks?
- We have not grown up to burdocks yet, we are "minuses", paramilitary yet. And he told me - a fellow countryman.
- And Zema told me the same thing, but I did not believe it.
- Compatriots don't lie.
- Duc it - after the Oath, it will snow already !?
- Duc it the company commander said so - you will die here.
- Well, we were dreaming about armored beds and girls in dumplings ...

Hmm, thought pump.


***


Lana, creep ...

Part 3. Hush, children sleep, hush


- All the guys, turn off the "telly", it's time to press the "mass" into the lyulya.
- Who is this clever footcloths stuffed into boots? - shouted one of the "soldiers".
- You?! Ugh, damn it, and also a "Suvorovite" ... Throw it on top of the boot, so it will dry out at least a little.
- Comrades "students", I also appeal to you - there are no mothers here! You will even wash yourself, who still does not understand ?!
("Soldiers", "Suvorovites", "students" are the slang of applicants entering universities. - Approx.)
- That okay to you, a sage burnt out by life ... Come on down.

Four greatcoats with unbuttoned straps were thrown onto the bunks. Twelve people tumbled down on a luxurious bed, covering themselves with the remaining eight greatcoats. When the strap is unbuttoned, the overcoat turns into a wonderful and large blanket. In dampness, a person will never get warm himself, if there is no other source of heat. Only we ourselves were warm, that's the whole story.

Overcoats were thrown from above with wide overlaps on each other, forming one large woolen blanket.
If you sleep a dozen in 8 sleeping places, then snoring sweetly on your back or sniffing your belly down will not work, you should not even dream.

All of them, out of habit, lay down on one side, with their legs drawn up and huddled closely to each other.
- Damn, Seryoga, even your neck stinks with footcloths, what are you hemming?
“His perfume, unfinished perfumer.”

***


- Where did you get so many greatcoats, Dimon, what am I - Santa Claus so sleep?
- And you yourself go to my place, from the edge!

***


- Lyokha, plin, take away your mosles, I can't see my breathing!
- And what have you given your ears for?


***


The three remaining from 15 built their own cocoon on another piece of bunk.
- Who is the stoker on duty ?!
Yeah, who's the ass on duty tomorrow morning? ..

Silence.

- Kostyan, don't pretend to be a hose, it's your turn!
- I?! Where to?
- Not "where" but "exactly." Good fool to include, you are assigned to be a hero.

Everyone knew how difficult it was to get up before climbing, getting out of the heat of his brothers in a damp, dark morning.
But Kostyan was perfectly aware that an unmelted stove was the cold dampness of cooled boots and footcloths, for which there would be one hundred percent pindulins from the entire furious department ...
The fate of such a duty.

- That's it, basta - we drown the "mass" ...

The stove, full of wood to overflowing, hummed softly, throwing bursts of flame onto the wet tent. The rain rustled monotonously. The snoring of brothers giving bream from the fifth point ... The tired body slowly warmed up, the brain refused to work and fell into oblivion.

***


The sultry summer sun sparkled with emeralds on the surface of the pond. The float swayed rhythmically on ripples from the floaters rushing in all directions.
- Granddaughter, let's go to the hut. It's time! The pies are ripe!
- I don't want to, bah! Later!


***


-Jellyfish, good to sleep! Turning around!

Damn, again the army was in the ears. Itit. The people sleepily rolled over on the other side, mercilessly nudging the snoring people.
If someone tells you that in the mass of people who are closely pressed on one side, you can turn on the other side alone - don't believe... This is one hundred percent lies. They all turn together. It doesn't matter if anyone wants it or not.

***


Classmate Lenka was swinging on the swing, pushing the ground with one barefoot. The breeze tugged at her dress playfully.
- Lesh, shall we go to the cinema? She narrowed her eyes.
- With ice cream?
- Aha!


***


- Kostyan, get out of here! Heat the stove, or we'll beat it on the rise!
What is there? The nose stuck out for a second and breathed in the frosty air, filling his lungs with a mulienne of sharp ice ... Oh, nah, again buried his nose in Kolka's warm back under his greatcoat.
- Guys, let me go! Give me another five minutes to pokemarit - the unfortunate man was wailing, trying to climb into the salutary warmth of his fellows tightly packed into a flock.
- I will give the soldering of butter to the one who will replace me!
- Forget it yourself ...
Heels of merciless knees threw the poor fellow from the bunk straight to the stove.
- Hoopoes!
- We love you too, Kost. Swamp.

The foreboding of the inevitable rise made the unrespirated and numb body whine and whine, but the comfortable morning sleep again deboned the contents of the cranium and saved the brain from everything, including its own dreams.

Part 4. Together it is fun to walk across the open spaces


- Soldiers get up! Get up, company! Climb! - the orderly was straining on the street, passing through the rows of tents and slapping on the tarpaulin.
- Slap yourself on the pumpkin - grumbled from within.
- Get up, company! Come out to build! - this is the foreman's voice raised ...

Woke up, itit ... And where do these come from? Go and I was born in boots, and in general Boot. We'll have to get up, eheh.

The people silently crawled out from under their greatcoats, wiping their zenki.
Kostyan sat down almost on the stove and gnawed on a piece of bread that had come from nowhere.

- Sharpening in one helmet? Where did you get it?
- And good morning to you, woodpeckers. Get up slobber and be glad that Uncle Kostya has heated the palace for you.
- Oh well. Would you try not to fire up the stove ... Rejoice that you survived.

The light was just beginning to penetrate through the tarpaulin of the tent, dressing out of habit by touch, constantly bumping into the unknown whose knees and backs of the heads. It was quite warm, even the damp footcloths did not give off cold.

- Well done, Kostyan.
- Let's go, guys.

It's a new day.
Morning was just about to come, pushing out the night, but without the sun it turned out poorly. The earthly luminary was clearly in no hurry to rise above all this fuet, hovering somewhere on the steps of the horizon. Everything around was simply permeated with dampness and a chilly morning chill that chilled to the bone, but ... There was no rain.
Urya.

- Build!
- Institute for Noble Maidens, build!
The gray mass flowing out of the tents instantly depicted a clear army formation in three ranks - we already know how.
- Wishing to live like a human being for another year, and not as it is now? Will we write a report?
- Step forward, if there are adequate ones among you!
The line was silent.
- Well, to hell with you ...
- To the Right!
Shikh-shikh spoke the boots, smoothly turning a clear formation.
- Run ... Set aside!
- On command, run, comrades cadets, arms bend at the knees, and the pumpkin with the body bend forward!
- Run ... MARCH!
- Left shoulder forward!
- STRAIGHT!

Left-right, left-right. The tired body ached and resisted, whimpered and squelched, convincing him of the wildness and stupidity of what was happening. What the hell is it all about? But it is not so easy to stop in a running formation. Running in a column is a well-coordinated army organism. Whether you want it or not, you do the same as everyone else, and in no other way.

Left-right, left-right.
Shih-shih, shih-shih - boots entered the ground.
Left-right, left-right.

Running in a column is an incomparable experience. You feel as one with everyone who surrounds you. You feel everyone and understand everyone without words. There are no more individuals, there is only one single living organism. One light at all. One heart. And this feeling excites and makes the whole body wake up.

Left-right, left-right.
Shih-shih, shih-shih.
Breathing enters the rhythm of the structure.
Left-right, left-right.

Adrenaline comes out of hibernation and generously splashes strength into the blood.

Shih-shih, shih-shih.

The column rushes forward, and you no longer understand whether you are running yourself or whether the formation carries you on the wings of its strength. It is intoxicating. This is encouraging. it feel.

The shoulders are straightened, the body wakes up and is in full swing of warmth and energy. The arms move by themselves, the legs carry the body to the rhythm of the harmonious movement of the formation, the lungs breathe in the uniform rhythm of the cast army body.

Left-right, left-right.
Shih-shih, shih-shih.

The company took off at the turn of the polygon road. Bah ... a familiar place. Here we constantly stop for ... ahem ... Admire the nature.

- Rota ... Stop!
- Peres ... aat! (well, there are different teams in the army, there are also such).

The line instantly disintegrated along the side of the road and lit up a steam ...

- Lech, let's go to our place!

The fact is that we, five kids, did not find anything clever how to conduct an experiment - generously water one bush throughout the entire KMB and see what will happen to it?
The army is damn it. What life is - such is humor.

***
The sun knocked out its first rays from the horizon, spreading out the raw nature.
The light sprinkled gold on the trees, ran across the tower tank headmistress and generously endowed us with his warmth.
Dawn.
Life woke up ... And I realized that and this I can live a day and not break.
KMB continued ...
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  1. The leader of the Redskins
    The leader of the Redskins 4 May 2021 18: 27
    +11
    It was so. Thanks to the author for the nostalgia.
    We also got this "Hilton" - as if they fired the whole belt from a machine gun at it! The holes were repaired with everything, but the water was inside all the time.
    The general arrived, the head of the school, the guys complained to him. He looked at our "colanders" and, by a willful order, replaced them with new ones. We put them, but from the inside ... The contours of the naked virgins! So rude, not neat and fine, but recognizable! Not otherwise, the Zechki who sewed them, made fun of it)))
    And the end of the verification was determined by a flight plane flying in the sky. Just five minutes after it, the "hang up" command sounded ...
    1. Normal ok
      Normal ok 4 May 2021 21: 47
      +3
      Quote: Leader of the Redskins
      It was so. Thanks to the author for the nostalgia.
      We also got this "Hilton" - as if they fired the whole belt from a machine gun at it! The holes were repaired with everything, but the water was inside all the time.
      The general arrived, the head of the school, the guys complained to him. He looked at our "colanders" and, by a willful order, replaced them with new ones. We put them, but from the inside ... The contours of the naked virgins! So rude, not neat and fine, but recognizable! Not otherwise, the Zechki who sewed them, made fun of it)))
      And the end of the verification was determined by a flight plane flying in the sky. Just five minutes after it, the "hang up" command sounded ...

      we had concrete pits under the bed. the tents were as hard as dead. Once in September, so much water was poured onto the sagging edge of the tent that it was overwhelming. And, at night, an ice shower on the sleeping people .... slept in greatcoats, snuggling up to other others. Indeed, in the first year there were more cadets than the state should have. then many dropped out.
  2. andr327
    andr327 4 May 2021 18: 29
    +8
    And where is such a creepy August? We were only tormented by the first leaves, but there was no stove in the tent, and there was no need for it.
    They paid well, they gave us 3-80 each ... And in the last year, ash 15-80.
    1. VORON538
      VORON538 4 May 2021 21: 50
      +4
      In the Amur Region, such an August is in the order of things, although the author hardly described exactly Amurka.
  3. Petrol cutter
    Petrol cutter 4 May 2021 18: 33
    +14
    I like it.
    You feel better immediately. When someone is worse!
    In production, you will be greeted with similar conditions, but a little more humane and easier.
    In this case, one should not relax too much.
    You will have the honor to cut in the compartment with plasma in the summer at forty-five degrees above zero (I may give you glasses). If I don’t give it, these are your problems ... Three adjacent bulkheads will be welded by welders at the same time. Plus I will cut and fit the set with a grinder.
    And Nikolai will warm and rule the corps fiercely working with sledgehammers together with Nathanael!
    In addition, Zhenya and Petya will rivet the superstructure with long bursts of pneumatic hammer.
    The sound is quite comparable to firing from a machine gun. And given the echo in the shop ...
    So, life in civilian life is also not a new year.
    My compliments to the military.
    1. Krasnoyarsk
      Krasnoyarsk 4 May 2021 20: 25
      +6
      Quote: Benzorez

      You will have the honor to cut in the compartment with plasma in the summer at forty-five degrees above zero (I may give you glasses). If I don’t give it, these are your problems ... Three adjacent bulkheads will be welded by welders at the same time. Plus I will cut and fit the set with a grinder.
      And Nikolai will warm and rule the corps fiercely working with sledgehammers together with Nathanael!
      In addition, Zhenya and Petya will rivet the superstructure with long bursts of pneumatic hammer.
      The sound is quite comparable to firing from a machine gun. And given the echo in the shop ...

      How familiar it all is. You are inside the case, and outside the welding seams are cleaned with a grinder - a music box - and a couple of welders, you don't know where to look from the "bunnies".

      The article is a miracle! Thanks to the author!
      Summer of the 78th turned out to be very rainy and cold (Kostroma) Certainly not tents, but a prefabricated panel barracks. Summer, so no heating, and of course the dryer doesn't work. Hebeeshka was dried with their own body, spreading it under the sheet.
  4. Kote Pan Kokhanka
    Kote Pan Kokhanka 4 May 2021 18: 33
    +10
    KMB is sacred drinks
    There are no words - while the influx of memories and emotions !!! Thank you!
    1. ammunition
      ammunition 6 May 2021 07: 23
      +2
      Quote: Kote pane Kohanka
      KMB is sacred
      There are no words - while the influx of memories and emotions !!! Thank you!

      smile Yeah .. Then whoever is lucky. We were brought to the unit on the night of November 19 (in civilian clothes, of course), and on the morning of November 25 we had already taken the Oath. And on the night of the 26th APCs were already howling .. loading onto platforms.
      So - just read how it was with normal people. What kind of KMB is this? -))
  5. Bez 310
    Bez 310 4 May 2021 18: 35
    +4
    It is primitive, like all memories of the cadet service, especially about its beginning. All these "overcomes" and the pseudo-war language, such as "... sharpening into one helmet", do not add color, but remind the "Zon" theme. Sufferers, damn it ...
    In general, if the author himself writes about himself and his own kind - "... dug us15 ...", then this is not "What kind of life - such humor", but what author, such "humor". This opus can be of interest only to those about whom it is written, and even to the cadets of another school, he "will not go", they were all different.
    1. Aleks tv
      4 May 2021 19: 56
      +13
      ... This opus can only be of interest to those about whom it is written,

      Mikhail, well, I'm not Pokrovsky, Ovechkin or ... Bezlyudov.))
      This is whom I enjoy reading.
      wink

      I write as much as I can.))
      hi
      1. Bez 310
        Bez 310 4 May 2021 21: 02
        -8
        Quote: Aleks tv
        I write as much as I can.

        Maybe not? Why produce unnecessary "memories of yourself"?
        Those authors whom you have listed are "authors of one book about themselves", and they can’t do anything else, no matter how hard they suffer. Weller said about such authors: "It has long been noticed that one decent book - about oneself - can be written by any literate and intelligent person."
        1. Aleks tv
          4 May 2021 21: 41
          +10
          ... Those authors whom you have listed are "authors of one book about themselves", and they can’t do anything else, no matter how hard they suffer.

          Yes. Absolutely right.
          But this "book about myself" is more valuable than a collection of novels. It is a bundle of energy, and you can feel it.
          And since they are read, and they are read, then this energy is significant for both parties.
          Think Michael, you know what.

          Yes, unfortunately, arguing is not my favorite horse.
          hi
        2. Gato
          Gato 4 May 2021 22: 37
          +2
          Colleague, in principle, it is possible to find fault with someone else's work, if you have your own, the best. Share it, we'll rate it.
          1. Bez 310
            Bez 310 4 May 2021 22: 47
            -5
            Quote: Gato
            Share it, we'll rate it.

            Why did you decide that you and I are colleagues?
            Why criticize - find fault?
            No, I will not share it, I am not a writer, and I am not engaged in creativity, I am a reader.
            1. Gato
              Gato 4 May 2021 23: 13
              +2
              Yes, indeed - not colleagues.
      2. Poetry
        Poetry 4 May 2021 21: 20
        +7
        This is not a PMTKU hour? I have two friends who finished it in 1986, very similar to their description.
        Joke.
        The grandmother calls the police and says, they say, my garden was shaken. Maybe these are cadets, tankers. The cops looked and said: "No, the tracks are kind of human."
        Another. The general with his daughter leaves the restaurant, looks at the railing of a drunken cadet tanker. The general shakes him and asks: "From which school? From Kharkov?"
        "From Uyarkovsky"
        "Come on, daughter. This bully is from Chelyabinsk."
        I myself also knew all the joys of the KMB, though in the army and the call was in the spring. I especially remembered the race in the OZK, with occasional putting on a gas mask. Good luck to you.
        1. pobedapanzer
          pobedapanzer 6 May 2021 06: 54
          +1
          No, not ChVTKU))))
      3. Normal ok
        Normal ok 4 May 2021 21: 49
        +4
        Quote: Aleks tv
        ... This opus can only be of interest to those about whom it is written,

        Mikhail, well, I'm not Pokrovsky, Ovechkin or ... Bezlyudov.))
        This is whom I enjoy reading.
        wink

        I write as much as I can.))
        hi

        Alex, thanks. inspired. do not pay attention to critics, even me))
      4. Petrol cutter
        Petrol cutter 5 May 2021 19: 16
        +1
        "I write as much as I can.))
        hi I write as much as I can.))
        hi "
        Normals / Normals article. Don't listen to anyone.
        Interesting, bold, dynamic! Freshly!
  6. Russobel
    Russobel 4 May 2021 18: 39
    +7
    Well, just a poem!
    I read it from cover to cover avidly ...
    The author is well done!
  7. 2 Level Advisor
    2 Level Advisor 4 May 2021 18: 40
    +7
    Thanks for the memories, the author, although it was easier for us! Sometimes I think, it's good that I studied in Stavropol .. it will be much warmer) and we have never even run on skis .. Although, after the distribution, it was cold in the Northern Urals, it was unusual at first laughing
    but about the cold in the summer - I was driving from Nizhniy to Stavropol through Tambov in mid-August - really steam from my mouth came at night .. and it was straight cold .. we have a big country - there are no climates ...
  8. knn54
    knn54 4 May 2021 19: 08
    +5
    Alexey, of course PLUS. I compare with the camps after the 4th year of the university. With a tank division, in the same Malinovka.
    True, all was overshadowed by dysentery. It turned out to be one carrier. More than a third (almost a hundred) ended up in the hospital. This cup did not escape me. True, they managed to take the oath (22.06.1975/XNUMX/XNUMX).
    They hushed up in Kiev. - This state of emergency did not reach Moscow.
    The head of the military department and the strogach were changed to the deputy division commander for rear.
    1. beeper
      beeper 5 May 2021 00: 32
      +1
      hi Ltd! How familiar is everything, it seems that the mass "design" at the KMB, with the "jamming" in Kiev, in the KVO was a common occurrence ?! winked
      Our source of mass dysentery was the catering unit with its permanent "Georgian community" of openly unprofessional, ugly and tasteless "cooking" (although this obscene brew could not be called edible food, except that two hard-boiled eggs were edible on Sundays) " and arrogant "cooks and grain-growers", led by a hyper-aggressive and mega-unscrupulous senior warrant officer, who "knew how to find the ration key" to the "uterine hearts" of equally self-serving and unprincipled combat officers of the "base division" and officer-teachers of "training cycles"!
      Yes, and the Kiev "commissars" that appeared, these "collectively-drunken thieves in uniform" gave a fair amount of food (never in my life, not before, not after, never seen such a huge round metal dish, exactly the size of the tabletop, like the pyramid of Cheops , sharply-conically, to an unreal height filled with large pieces of selected boiled meat, served by local commanders "for a snack" to their metropolitan "inspectors"! fellow ) at the expense of the cadets being eaten and robbed and, probably, additionally "warmed up" with something ?!
      Because for the entire local military "elite" all the blatant disgrace that happened did not have any consequences, remaining under the "military secret"!
      Only the "Georgian community" with its "primitive mountain views" was expelled from the catering unit, which occupied it, with its "primitive mountain ideas" even about the elementary cleanliness of hands when preparing food (as it turned out, it was a common phenomenon to wash hands with soap after natural needs were sent by the "cook staff" and use dirty and poorly washed dishes, chronic unsanitary conditions that reigned at the "Georgian-compatriot" catering unit, not to mention other gross violations of cook hygiene and process technology, which were previously ignored by the officers responsible for this!) the control of the regimental chief medical officer with a very "profile surname" ... and only then the dysentery among the cadets began to decline!
      1. Aleks tv
        5 May 2021 13: 03
        +2
        ... chronic unsanitary conditions that reigned at the "Georgian-compatriot" food unit

        Hello.
        hi

        Hmm.
        As far as I remember, there was a permanent staff - a butter cutter and a cook.
        And the whole strap was pulled by the platoon daily outfit of cadets.
        Although ... In different ways, probably it was.
        ......
        But I remember the menu well:
        * Kleister (grade 10 noodles),
        * Polar bear meat (boiled fat),
        * Shrapnel / shot 16 (pearl barley),
        * The famous Bigus, with an obligatory ingredient - rotten sauerkraut.))
        ..............
        It is, of course, not a fountain of all this, just Memory.))
        But we always have "extremes". And in the reverse side of the medal, too, there is an overkill.

        I will give an example:
        20th Brigade, Volgograd, almost our days:
        Only the summoned defender of the Motherland stands in indecision with a tray at the distribution. Can't choose (!!!) dish:
        - Tell me, is there in this soup ... Onions?
        - Yes, the cook answers, in the cabbage soup there are sautéed onions and carrots.
        - Nah, I don’t eat it (!!!), I don’t like it ...
        - Can I (!!!) have two mashed potatoes ...
        .....
        Your division.
        wassat
        1. beeper
          beeper 5 May 2021 16: 20
          0
          hi At first, we were "cooked" at the food block by constant (apparently, "trusted" of the thieving nachprod) "cooks and bread cutters (" cutting butter "was not required, we did not see it in" washers "and did not feel it in food, although" on blue to the eye ", on a common formation more than once our noisy" astrakhan napoleon "and his attendant" deputies "hypocritically" broadcast "that everything put" according to the norm "oil is supposedly" put into the boiler "!)" - conscripts from the "base division", and the cadets' kitchen outfit was just polishing small, small potato "wrinkled peas" into the old bathtub (which, most likely, was not suitable for cattle fodder and was taken by "zealous military servicemen" from already "written off" garbage dumps of neighboring collective farms and vegetable stores ?! and did the dirtiest auxiliary work!

          Only after the departure of the "Kiev commission" (forced to "investigate", "which reached the capital", a case of mass illness of cadets, which could no longer be "locally" concealed and silenced, because local civilian hospitals were also filled with our unfortunate comrades .. .if this happened now, then the entire Internet would be crammed with colorful videos of involuntary witnesses of those endless "friendly, oops, in a row, gatherings" on the "leaky" boards of a long field toilet "group transportation" in a "kunga" with one "waste bucket" "at all, with bare-eyed" extractions "right into the open door of the" kunga ", on the roadway and cars, motorcyclists and their passengers following, all this on the way to city" hospitals ", by the way, in infectious wards of civilian medical institutions our guys were better, more caring and more humane than in the military "medical institutions" of the "native compound" - they themselves also compared, "this cup" passed me, survived mainly ontea with bread, and two boiled eggs on Sundays, I did not eat that stew with boiled fat from the first day, and yes, occasionally there was "on the menu of the catering unit" lean pearl barley "shrapnel", which I did NOT like since kindergarten, but with that " hungry wartime "very much even fell in love - even now sometimes I indulge myself with boiled" shrapnel "and soup with barley yes ... I lost a lot of weight then and all my teeth became dark transparent, I did not even think that it could be so with the hitherto strong white teeth ...) all these "Georgian earthlings" were sent "to the division" and the cadet outfit (also permanent their "selected" health every day, very carefully and comprehensively, was "monitored" by the assigned chief medical officer, instructing and checking the washing of hands and the general cleanliness of all "kitchen paraphernalia"). then, and "whole packs" to return to the line - on the parade ground again it became "crowded", and more products began to get into the "boiler" (although the brave thief-chief food officer, being under an untouched "roof", did not at all reduce the volume of the usual "borrowing" - "the norm" butter, alas, did not appear on our tables and in food, but the "brothers-Slavs" from the cadet's kitchen outfit, unlike the "Georgian community", "took for themselves" much less food, so that even a smell appeared and began to fall eat in pearl barley "shrapnel" meat fibers "put into the pot" army stew! smile ).
          And all this disgrace took place in the Red Banner Kiev Military District, in our Soviet "years of stagnation", when our Soviet Army and our state, the USSR were at the peak of their power and there was not even a smell of "acceleration-glasnost-perestroika"!
          Then this, and similar, blatant injustice (and the phenomena and "transformations" in the behavior of my comrades and commanders that occurred "against its background"), although it left a bad mark on my heart and soul, but on the whole I was perceived only as "hardships and deprivations of the army service "and did not in any way affect my (heir, son and grandson, Soviet Warriors-Winners, my generation, like me, for the most part, was brought up on our Victory over the aggressive Hitlerite" common Europe "and were ready to give the same victorious rebuff to the Fashington "Drang nach Osten"!) determination with arms in hand to defend their homeland - the Soviet Union and the fraternal socialist countries of the Warsaw Pact! soldier

          P.S. Right now I re-read what I wrote and thought that I could really "move", but take and write a comic "film script" (without this current, everywhere shoved, anti-Soviet cinematic "crap") on the topic of those "tragicomic events" and the whole KMB, Oath (even my grandfather came to it!), Tanks (many and different!) and traveling "Shishiga", Driving and Shooting, Headmistress, Bath and Chipok, Army Jokes, Rises, Lights, Buildings (all kinds, including sudden night winked ) with the obligatory "speeches" and "sayings" of the commanders, Shagistik and Passage (with the song, too, curiosities with "filling up" in the ranks and in the column on a foot march ...), Sewing and "Hems", Boots and Footcloths, Guardians and Outfits, Park-Economic Day and all sorts of painting "maraths", Fizpo and Cross, Political studies - "sleep-drainages" in the "Lenin's corner" and our political officers, the Soldier's Club and cultural mass "entertainment", Moonshine, Sitting and Songs, then Dreams of Home and girls repeat , and Future Life, and much more, its own "specificity", as in civil life, whoever is in the subject will perfectly complement ... - a ready-made plot for an entertaining comedy with picturesque natural "entourage" and singing of birds in height above the dug up and hackneyed training ground, if you take everything as a whole and "sprinkle", within reason, with a unique "army slang" (I see that even on the "highly experienced" Military Review the topic of "army debut" -KMB and cadet, officer training evokes nostalgia-interest, especially since I still clearly see these living "oil paintings" of decades ago with my "mind's eye", and when I begin to describe, new, seemingly forgotten, details emerge ?!). winked
          It was me then, "on the spite of the day", permanently issued and illustrated our platoon "Battle leaflet" (and the "pivotal" articles in the company wall newspaper, which, "supervising" her "privateers" and the company Komsomol organizer, brazenly signing with their names, then racing "stood out before the authorities" smile ), memorizing details and personalities ...
          After all, we didn’t cry at all, but laughed and humored merrily over all these "army twists and turns."
          Even after decades have passed, when meeting with those of my classmates it is worth saying with appropriate intonations: "Be quiet, I'm asking you!" and "Arest-arest-arest!" - they will immediately smile and understand who they are talking about, and remember a lot more "from there"! wink
          1. Aleks tv
            5 May 2021 16: 39
            +1
            ... can really "move", but take and write

            Of course, write.
            hi
            Everyone has a different syllable and style. Different writing and vision ...
            It does not matter.
            MEMORIES are important.
            hi
            This is, after all, an Army site.
            Then, you look, and there will be a separate heading.))
            wink
            1. beeper
              beeper 5 May 2021 17: 59
              0
              hi No, if I write, then "on the table, until better times" - I do not want to "locate" to facilitate the task of "isbushke" ... (although, all this supposedly Internet "anonymity" is very, very relative, only a deceptive "appearance" and "shortcomings of the competent authorities" winked ).
              After all, dear aka Aleks TV, even with his comments under your Article, by the current "Maidan standards", most likely, "wrote" for a considerable "term with confiscation" ?! recourse
              This is if, in the event of being caught, I live to see the official "Maidan court", and I do not become another unknown victim of the Banderonazi "lynching" and even the video of the villainy circulated on the Web will be counted towards the "heroic vchynka" - here he will receive a lot of "like" from the bred household ukronatsik request ).
              And even on my relatives, the banderopithecs will quite "win back" ...
              So, if I write my "memoirs" (and with "comments" on Russian sites, it's time for me to "tie" too, for the same "considerations" ...), then only "on the table, until better times", Alas!
          2. Bez 310
            Bez 310 5 May 2021 18: 27
            0
            Quote: pishchak
            It was me then, "on the spite of the day", permanently issued and illustrated our platoon "Battle leaflet" (and the "pivotal" articles in the company wall newspaper, which, "supervising" her "privateers" and the company Komsomol organizer, brazenly signing their names racing "stood out before the authorities"), memorizing details and personalities ...
            After all, we didn’t cry at all, but laughed and humored merrily over all these "army twists and turns."

            Yeah, write this scenario - how cowardly you giggled when the "traders and company Komsomol organizer" stole your articles. Humorist...
            And then from such "humorists" officers grew up who could not say a word for themselves, and in high offices forgot their name.
            1. beeper
              beeper 6 May 2021 00: 15
              -1
              Quote: Bez 310

              Yeah, write this scenario - how cowardly you giggled when the "traders and company Komsomol organizer" stole your articles. Humorist...
              And then from such "humorists" officers grew up who could not say a word for themselves, and in high offices forgot their name.

              smile Bez310, you read, but "see" something "your own", mentally close to you ?! wink
              You, honestly, have slightly puzzled me and frankly made fun of your "thoughtful conclusions"! wassat
              Indeed, even now, in the conditions of wild feudal capitalism, in my current dependent and disenfranchised status of a simple hard worker, I calmly "cut the truth" in the face of the owner of the plant, frowning, but I have to agree with the justified justice of my words (though in order to "knock his salary debts are not enough, he needs existing laws and the rule of law, and not the Maidan shop of an anti-constitutional amerokolony!).
              In Soviet times, communicating at work and resolving issues "in" fairly "high offices" with the directors (and their deputies) of factories and production associations (some of them were "city-forming"), party and communist nomenklatura, employees of the "first departments" and "competent authorities", if there were fundamental contradictions, then calmly, regardless of ranks (I talked and talk with any bosses in the same way as with other people - with my relatives, neighbors, work colleagues, subordinates, foreign citizens and compatriots, regardless of their status, evenly and calmly, on you, with underlined respect for the human Personality, Experience and Age, if the individual himself does not "run up" to "respond" with some hostile manifestations in the manner of Russophobic attacks "Muscovites on knives", everyday absurd antics or street rudeness smile ) expressed his principled point of view and we were all together looking for mutually acceptable solutions, and yet, yes, in the end we found it.
              And on small human "zekher", if they do not interfere with business and do not infringe on the human dignity of other people, I try to look simpler - "the main thing is the presence of advantages, not the absence of shortcomings!" (We are all imperfect, Bez310, admit this to yourself- after all, one of your "fad" and you, our "so flawless", still showed! yes ).
              Ever since kindergarten, he was able to "seal with a word" and was a teacher, for "his own language", was punished more than once, "so that other children were discouraged" - put in a corner and "deprived of toys for the whole day." request
              Although, I admit, I have been and I am wrong, at times too hot, emotional and categorical in their assessments. repeat
              A military general (but the general directors and simply directors, chiefs of central administrations, aviation schools and deputy ministers of Soviet industry in my life have "seen enough" winked ) I saw live next to him only once, in Belaya Tserkov, in the late 1970s, haughtily scolding someone who accidentally came across to him, arrogantly popping in to have a bite to eat in the officer's canteen (they fed well there, even scarce imported products, for example, delicious Hungarian green peas from the Globus company and Bulgarian lecho , sold freely in the canteen), a warrant officer in field uniform, in which it was easy to mistake him for a junior officer from a distance (what was the "cunning calculation" for that?).
              The midday-relaxed dining "full house" was blown up by sudden loud male "tirades". I turn "to the sound" —ba, a living general, tall and fit, quick in movement and very loud, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
              The drooping "gallant campaigner" stood under the "stream of the general's wrath" neither alive nor dead, his slightest attempt to insert at least a word in his justification was immediately "suppressed with the highest loudness", and all the officers who were dining and freely communicating with each other fell anxiously silent ... my impression of this "scene of the ensign's execution" was unpleasant, part of it was not mine and the documents were strangers, just turned around and left without waiting for the finale.
              And with the army generals since then, like, have not crossed paths ?! what
              I never gave in to senior army officers, and the commanding "obscene cry" could NOT get me through! No.

              With the "would-be plagiarists", those company "privateers" and the Komsomol organizer, I, having chosen the moment, just talked in a friendly way and shamed them, the mischievous little boys did not break the comrades, they themselves admitted their crafty "mistake", obeyed and verbally repented, they say, we will not do this anymore (I did not insist on the written "refutation", the "special favor" of the commanders was not interesting - "away from the authorities, closer to the kitchen" - I was always sympathetic to the soldier from "The Ballad of the Soldier", who preferred a short-term vacation to the well-deserved order home... wink ), but I no longer tempted them with my "editorials" - I quieted down the "writing itch" and limited myself to my own "small circulation" for three dozen grateful readers, my invariable "heroes of essays"!
              In the extra "nurse" bag I was carrying, I always had the "Combat Leaflet" forms, a pen, a pack of "tactical" colored pencils ...

              I treated and still treat "career opolises", who by any means strive to "please the bosses," as psychologically broken and insecure people.
              Due to the specifics of the former factory production, in the Soviet and post-Soviet years one had to observe close-up self-deprecating behavior and spineless currying favor with the authorities, already "in civilian life", some tank senior "retired" officers who had served before retirement at their military factories and in units at high positions!
              Directly some kind of official-worshiping "magic effect" happened to them when the authorities appeared - they were "broken" in the army, or what ?! what
              He himself was not engaged in "opolizhestvo" and similar "attempts" of his subordinates, as well as "denunciation", was suppressed in the bud, at the very first "inclinations"! negative
              I always liked it when a subordinate had his own opinion, which he wanted and could justify, even if it went against my boss.
              If the opponent's arguments were reasonable and the proposed solutions to the problem looked more effective, then I reconsidered or canceled my original solution!
              It is never worth "tyrannizing", reveling in the bossy status and "breaking down" people, as I saw it and see it, Bez310! winked
              1. Bez 310
                Bez 310 6 May 2021 07: 18
                -1
                Quote: pishchak
                You, our "so flawless"

                You don't know me at all, and no one needs it. But I will briefly say about myself - the bastard is still that cunning and insidious.
                Do not waste your letters in vain, your autobiography is not interesting to anyone.
                1. beeper
                  beeper 6 May 2021 10: 56
                  -2
                  hi Bez310, Plus from me for your sincerity! good
                  And don't call yourself names like that! wink
                  I spend "letters, in a line and a column" on myself, of my own free will, not in vain, myself (neither I, nor you, Bez310, do NOT know for "everyone" and they are NOT authorized to answer what is interesting to them and what is not -so don't take on too much wink ) it was interesting and I liked it! smile
                  "Autobiography" is all the same, and this, as they say, "stopped and looked back at the events and the sensations caused by them (even in psychotherapy, this method of introspection is used, it helps in working with PTS, however, and novice writers are usually based on their own life experience -Many finish writing on this, because the "debut book" was written easily and "sold out", and the next, where it is already required to "turn on the imagination and work seriously" for them, "well, does not dance at all") "and was surprised to himself, how deep are the "drops of memory", even now the "extinguished" expression on the face of that "cunning ensign" remembered, as it were, "saw in reality" and much more that was associated with those days more than 40 years ago ...
                  Well, in the course of my own and others' comments, I got interesting ideas (partly due to your "fault")! smile
                  For this I thank the Author of the Article and all our readers-commentators (including you, Bez310)! good
                  P.S. I have just started reading, from the bottom up, the new comments that have appeared and, well, we must, how we think in sync! wink
  9. Prisoner
    Prisoner 4 May 2021 19: 17
    +3
    Damn it! I mean, not bad at all. Isn't that so, gentlemen officer? laughing
    1. Alien From
      Alien From 4 May 2021 19: 34
      +4
      Excellent reading for the holidays! Thanks to the author, good nostalgia)
  10. Aleks tv
    4 May 2021 19: 31
    +10
    Thank you!
    hi

    There used to be a heading "Army Stories"
    Write!
    И the rubric will be restored, or how it is - the Army site of the Army stories bases.))
    We have THAT TO REMEMBER.
    wink

    Happy holidays!
    drinks
    1. Prisoner
      Prisoner 4 May 2021 20: 27
      +3
      Thank you.
  11. xorek
    xorek 4 May 2021 19: 36
    +2
    Well written .. Thanks Author! hi
  12. Reserve buildbat
    Reserve buildbat 4 May 2021 20: 58
    +4
    laughing laughing laughing
    Well, thank you! I was not a cadet, I served only in a military service, and then in a construction battalion, but I remembered all the "joys" and "sorrows".
    1. Aleks tv
      4 May 2021 21: 07
      +2
      ... only urgently and then in the construction battalion, but I remembered all the "joys" and "sorrows".

      Wan, you are more careful with your memories, there are children here ...))
      laughing
      Happy Holidays, Dear Ural!
      drinks
      My soul remained there ... Without any pathos ...
      1. Reserve buildbat
        Reserve buildbat 4 May 2021 21: 15
        +3
        Alexey, I try to adhere to the terminology that does not spoil children (although nowadays some "kids" swear at the envy of the Russian foreman at a construction site with guest workers). Well, I try to write ... laughing Happy Holidays too! Think about how to pull the soul to yourself, or stretch it from the Urals to Voronezh. drinks
        You know yourself, it will be necessary - we will support. laughing
  13. Normal ok
    Normal ok 4 May 2021 21: 42
    +2
    It is written:
    The chief of the company, squelching cold muck with tarpaulins,

    In military schools, everyone went to barnyard... I've worn out a few pairs myself. And, the author forgot such a funny thing as combat work - it's really great. And in form 2 to run in October, so it was really super))
    1. Aleks tv
      4 May 2021 23: 29
      +2
      ... In military schools, everyone went to barn

      Welcome.
      hi

      Everything is different.
      We have a KMB and a working team in a tarpaulin.
      Casual clothes in yuft all the years.
      And when they passed the physical examination of all the schools of the ground forces, (91 or 92g, correct who will remember - he was still kipish), then they dug up somewhere the Order that the "lightweight" was given out. So we found several pairs and passed that test in them.
      wink
      Yeah, they tied it up with a hem outside and ... marking ...))
      Well, like everyone else.
      repeat
      1. Normal ok
        Normal ok 10 May 2021 00: 43
        0
        Quote: Aleks tv
        ... In military schools, everyone went to barn

        Welcome.
        hi

        Everything is different.
        We have a KMB and a working team in a tarpaulin.
        Casual clothes in yuft all the years.
        And when they passed the physical examination of all the schools of the ground forces, (91 or 92g, correct who will remember - he was still kipish), then they dug up somewhere the Order that the "lightweight" was given out. So we found several pairs and passed that test in them.
        wink
        Yeah, they tied it up with a hem outside and ... marking ...))
        Well, like everyone else.
        repeat

        I don't know if you will answer after so long, but I studied back in the 80s. we all went to barn. OVAKOLU
        1. Aleks tv
          10 May 2021 15: 35
          0
          ... I don't know if you will answer after so long, but I studied back in the 80s. we all went to barn.

          Hello.
          hi
          They're alike.
          And on internships, we crossed with courses from different schools - we were in yuft and barnyards.

          At the yuft jackets, the back seam was reinforced with a strip sewn along the edges.
          The barn had only an inner seam and at the fold near the heel, by the end of the year, the socks began to diverge. I remember how, in experience, the guys fastened them with brackets)).

          This is what I remember at a glance.
          Eh, Memory ...
          Few people will come here, if anything - write in a personal.
          drinks
  14. Gvardeetz77
    Gvardeetz77 4 May 2021 21: 57
    +6
    Eh, in almost any school it was like that. The most difficult is the first exit, KMB, it should be remembered, but it is like in a fog ... The only thing that comes to mind from the positively unusual is "UFO", and this is not an optical illusion and not a massive glitch, 380 dug on the same evening verification. And how many times did the majority want to go out and write a report (I had such thoughts in the morning)? But no, they didn't write, and about 250 of us graduated, but the bony one came for 12 boys already during school, and even 2,5 decades after graduation, how many both in service and outside of it completed their journey, we lost count ... But at the age of 17-18 they didn't think about it, romanticism and maximalism!
  15. Normal ok
    Normal ok 4 May 2021 22: 08
    0
    Quote: Normal ok
    It is written:
    The chief of the company, squelching cold muck with tarpaulins,

    In military schools, everyone went to barnyard... I've worn out a few pairs myself. And, the author forgot such a funny thing as combat work - it's really great. And in form 2 to run in October, so it was really super))

    I will add: OVAKOLU.
    1. Serg65
      Serg65 5 May 2021 10: 03
      +1
      Quote: Normal ok
      OVACOL.

      lol almost by the beach ..
  16. Dizel200
    Dizel200 4 May 2021 22: 24
    +4
    Cool wrote, from the heart
  17. Vovanya
    Vovanya 4 May 2021 23: 19
    +1
    Yes, it’s familiar ... The second time, knowing what an officer’s service is, I probably wouldn’t tempt fate, or I would go to some kind of "financial" - like giving out a salary once a month, although they have their own difficulties there too ...
  18. Victor Tsenin
    Victor Tsenin 4 May 2021 23: 39
    +4
    You write about it, I dream about it. The army rejected me, did not mow, honestly, I press 120, well, you can't be cute. They never asked for military training, okay, as they want. They took my acquaintance type, rented a cafe, drank, ate, saw off all night, and they told him teeth, fuck the wrong ones, the army rejected you. Do you think any man of the Russian Federation should be able to shoot and how soon I can wait and m. someone will help me with scaliosis to get to the training camp? I count any.
  19. Linda
    Linda 4 May 2021 23: 58
    +5
    Thanks to the author. Very well written, with a soul. Alexey, I want to say that your stories have, as I would call it, the effect of presence. When you read, it is as if you are next to the heroes. I remember you posted your stories on VO even earlier, and so, when I read, I really had the feeling that I myself was sitting at the levers of the T-72, etc.))
    And the sofa critics for whom it is "primitive" or something else is wrong, let them go to the garden to smell the flowers.
    1. Aleks tv
      5 May 2021 02: 20
      +3
      I remember you posted your stories on VO even earlier.

      Linda???
      Can not be...
      What a surprise. Very glad to see again!))
      And thank you from the bottom of my heart ...
      repeat

  20. beeper
    beeper 5 May 2021 02: 00
    0
    About the overcoat with an unbuttoned strap, everything is correct - you could lie on it and hide with it, still yours, which has warmed me more than once (both in vigor and in sleepy bliss winked ), I remember a cozy army overcoat with warmth! good repeat
  21. ivan2022
    ivan2022 5 May 2021 04: 56
    -8
    What is characteristic is a 100% perverted perception of the world, in which carelessness, as well as senseless mockery of the authorities over a hundred disenfranchised half-fools (WITHOUT ANY CONNECTION WITH THE PERFORMANCE OF ANY LEARNING TASK) - all this is perceived as sweet memories of youth.
    Probably all of you were trained like idiots, especially so that you do not remember about the Oath, when your bosses smashed your country, and at the same time you just looked and were glad that "the order was fulfilled." The same "uncomplaining boots" were shot from the tanks of the RSFSR Armed Forces in October 1993, and then burned down in their tanks in Grozny in December, just before the New Year
    1. Aleks tv
      5 May 2021 10: 04
      +2
      ... What is characteristic is a 100% perverted perception of the world, in which carelessness, as well as senseless mockery of the authorities over a hundred disenfranchised half-fools (WITHOUT ANY CONNECTION WITH THE PERFORMANCE OF ANY LEARNING TASK) - all this is perceived as sweet memories of youth.

      Eco crushes you then ...
      Why are you so worried about us?
      Do not.
      Worry and worry about yourself. For myself.

      ... Probably all of you were trained like idiots, especially so that you do not remember about the Oath, when your bosses smashed your country, and at the same time you just looked and were glad that "the order was fulfilled." The same "uncomplaining boots" were shot from the tanks of the RSFSR Armed Forces in October 1993, and then burned down in their tanks in Grozny in December, just before the New Year

      How brave you are, Internet warriors. But to say to the face - the spirit flies away.
      request
      Yes, it is we, uncomplaining and stupid boots, who have walked twice across the Caucasus like a knife in butter. On one of their will and anger.
      Jamol, my mehan, was burned down.
      And you weren't there.
      And not for you to scatter such words. Although, people like you, only know how. And nothing else.
      ...........
      I read two sheets of your comments in PM.
      Yes, one of you is simply rushing ONE negativity and anger.
      Have you registered for THIS on VO?

      Well, wait for everything to fly back to you ...
  22. O. Bender
    O. Bender 5 May 2021 06: 00
    +2
    I read, memories flooded, eh! Young, healthy !!! And alive. At the KMB in the school, they were repairing the barracks and in the canteen in the outfit every other day, because after the line and which of the troops arrived. There is something to remember and tell grandchildren. KMB at the test site dropped out 10 percent, not more. Before graduation, 124 out of 99 on the list reached the author thanks, awakened a long time ago, but not forgotten.
  23. Piligrim
    Piligrim 5 May 2021 21: 55
    +2
    Thanks to the author. Great language. Collect your stories on VO, it will be possible to publish the book ... or release it in a fashionable electronic format.
    1. Aleks tv
      6 May 2021 12: 39
      +1
      Quote: Piligrim
      Thanks to the author. Great language. Collect your stories on VO, it will be possible to publish the book ... or release it in a fashionable electronic format.

      Hello.
      Thank you very much!
      hi
      A book?
      It makes no sense. The audience is too narrow.
      And these are really "stories about myself", I'm not a pro.)) These are Memories.
      Something from cadet studies and a little about the service - I publish.

      But the main loop is Closed. This is work in the Caucasus. Disperses among colleagues. It is valuable precisely as a MEMORY, it is difficult for others to understand it, believe me ...
      So I have absolutely no ambitions for "the glory of a writer"))
      The goal is simply different.
      .........
      I will say it again:
      Write your stories, memories, tales.
      This spirit of our Memory is very valuable.
      And for all of us - to go to a separate block, read, smile and straighten our shoulders ... Isn't it great?
      wink
      1. Piligrim
        Piligrim 6 May 2021 18: 21
        +1
        And yet, collect your stories, notes, they are worth it to come out in a single collection. Thank you.
  24. wow
    wow 9 May 2021 09: 04
    +2
    I still remember our tent camp at the Riga Training Center (RTC), on the banks of the Lielupe River. After passing the entrance exams at RVVAIU them. Y. Alksnis and the order of enrollment, they cut, shaved, received a second-hand HB and, having swum across Lake Kishezera on skiffs, march to the RTC (km 15-20). Hard tents, sandy paths, summer dining room, weapons storage, daytime fungi ... beauty! This is beauty now. And then in 1975, in August, cut off from home ...! Month ...! Oath - 1 .09. After the first course, after the summer session - two weeks there, but we were already "repaired" - mushrooms, berries .... there were attempts to bungle wine from raspberries (there is its sea), but constantly acidified. After the summer session, the second course, the hogs were already the same .... RTC again, but set up a tent camp for future cadets. The river, forest, mushroom berries, wine had already learned how to do it by that time, and all this in between such trifles as endless crosses, shooting and other delights of army life. We will never forget this golden time !!!