Path to nomenclature. Studies

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Path to nomenclature. Studies
In Pushkinskie Gory. 1st course


On the wave of your memory. The faculty in which our group studied, oddly enough, was called "Bridges and Tunnels". There were 4 groups of bridgers (MT) and 5 groups of ASGs in the stream. What motivated such a system is not very clear. Apparently, the same basic course of disciplines.



Students


The learning process itself did not differ from other technical universities in the USSR. Lectures, seminars, course projects, tests, exams. I confess that I belonged to the type of students who in modern times are called botanists. He did not miss lectures, he handed over course projects in the forefront. In the exams, I was pushed into the front rows. Therefore, by the end of my studies, I was fourth in the distribution lists.

Despite the high level of training, LIIZhT was not popular with Leningrad students. Since the distribution was carried out throughout the country, there were not many chances to stay in Leningrad. It was easier for the girls - she married a Leningrader, and the problem was solved. Although life is more difficult.

But as for the organization of life, in addition to studying, is of particular interest.

The Institute had several dormitories, which were resettled according to the faculties. Three dormitories were located on the Petrograd side, next to the Peter and Paul Fortress. Hostel No. 2 of the Faculty of Civil Engineering was located next to the Cathedral Mosque opposite the Gorkovskaya metro station, further across the block - hostel No. 5 of the Faculty of Electrical Engineering and perpendicular to it our hostel No. 7 of the Faculty of Bridges and Tunnels. And between them is our student canteen.

The second and fifth dormitories were rather modern buildings of special construction, but ours is a pre-revolutionary five-story apartment building, thoroughly rebuilt. But it had two entrances with apartments where teachers and graduate students lived. A special feature was the presence of balconies in some rooms. We, sophomores, were placed in a five-bed room on the ground floor. Access to this wing was through the second floor. There were kitchens on every floor with broken gas stoves. Pots and pans were mostly inherited from fifth-year students.

The way from the hostel to the institute took about 45 minutes. Walk to the subway 5 minutes. Three stops to Haymarket (nowadays) Square. On the way we dropped into a puffy shop. There was a machine that dispensed donuts, and they sold coffee with condensed milk (without foam). I had breakfast before work. I tried to dine in the canteen at the dormitories. The food was tastier and cheaper. They ate a bargain. The room attendant went to the store, bought potatoes, onions, bread, rolls and tea, sugar and vegetable oil, as needed. The potatoes were fried.

With a scholarship, the guys went to pubs. I was not then a beer lover, and I did not keep them company. Sometimes we went to a restaurant called "Three Bogatyrs". It was an ordinary dining room, in the evening more, if I may say so, exquisite food was prepared there. And they sold liquor with a small margin. For example - port wine "777". The canteen was closed on Sunday. We used to go to the dumpling shop at the Petrogradskaya metro station. A mug of beef broth and a double portion of dumplings guaranteed satiety until the evening.

The shower room in the hostel never worked. We went to the bathroom around the corner to wash. We tried to get into the first run. There was a group of men there. They washed the steam room, ventilated and then steamed. After them it was a good steam. All the dirt and grease was gone in no time.

I didn't do laundry. Every two months it was possible to go home to Velikiye Luki for a couple of days. The direct train ran daily at night. Late in the evening you sit down and at 9 am in Luki. From Velikie Luki he departed at about 8 pm and arrived in St. Petersburg at 5 am. I had to wait half an hour for the subway to open. I managed to get to the hostel and, leaving the bag, to classes.


Hall on the way to the Department of Architecture

My father's brother lived in Leningrad with his family. Sometimes on weekends I went to visit them. They lived in a new building on the outskirts. The area was jokingly called the GDR (Citizen beyond the Stream). The area closer to the center is Germany (the fashionable district of Grazhdanki). Brooks is a suburban train station.

Since I studied without triples, I always received a scholarship. From the third year it was 45 rubles. Approximately the same amount was added by the parents. It was quite enough, not only for food and travel, but also for going to the cinema. Take a friend to an ice cream parlor. But not all students were helped by their parents. In our group, the guys went to work on the night shift as loaders at the Krasnaya Bavaria brewery. In addition to money, there they could drink a bottle of beer for free.


Lenin audience. In 1917, Lenin spoke here

My drawing ability was quickly assessed, and from the third year I was put on the student council of the hostel. Wall newspapers for the holiday became my diocese. As a member of the student council, he was relocated to a triple. A fourth-year bridge student and a student from Mongolia lived with me. There was a small problem - they cooked their dinner from imported products. Dried meat (horse meat and lamb). Salted milk dried to a lump of sugar. Everything is fine, but the smell is killer.

In addition, the Mongol was engaged in fartsovka. He brought leather and suede products and sold them in the hostel. Students from the GDR, Czechoslovakia and Bulgaria studied with us, but mostly as bridge builders.

There were students from Africa. A student from Burundi, Bonya, studied a year older. His father was a minister. For holidays he flew to Paris or Italy. When asked what he would be at the end of the institute, he proudly said: "Minister of Railways." When asked about the presence of railways in the country, he answered: "There are few."

From the fourth year there was already a room on the fifth floor with a balcony. They lived together. Avdeev Vasya from the fifth year and my classmate Borya Bogdanov. His classmate from Leningrad laid eyes on Vasily. And although Vasya slightly resisted, she married herself. But he left the bed behind him. So we lived together.

Our study took place under the banner of the books of L. I. Brezhnev and the construction of the BAM. We must pay tribute - the section on construction in the permafrost zone was quickly introduced into the course "Technology of Construction" and the section on construction in earthquake-prone areas was expanded.


Our hostel

Notable events


Let me tell you about some notable events during my studies.

Our curator took the group to historical library of the Institute, where admission was mainly for teachers. He showed drawings with color hillshade, made by the first rector of the Corps of Railways A. Betoncourt. Tablet 2x2 m with the facade of St. Isaac's Cathedral and the design of the mechanism for lifting the Alexandria Pillar. All this was done with goose feathers with the drawing of all the details of the entablature. The thickness of the lines is less than a millimeter.

In my second year, before the New Year, I had to pass a test in architecture. However, Professor Igor Georgievich Yavein (a Russified Swede) left for Europe for a conference on the architecture of railway stations. He arrived on the 30th in the morning. I arrived at the institute at 6 pm. At first he tried to ask questions, but the crowd raised a howl. The last day of tests - you need to miss almost 100 people. In general, the last students barely managed to catch the last subway train.

From the third year on, "Strength of Materials" was read to us by Professor Axelrod (alas, I don't remember his name). Read very interesting and intelligibly. At the age of 35, he defended his doctoral thesis and received the title of professor. And then, in the second semester, the news came. His mother's cousin died in Canada and left him an inheritance of several million dollars, a homestead and God knows what else. He did not have time to make a decision, as he was already offered a professorship at the University of Toronto. Most felt sorry for the head of the department - he would receive a reprimand on the party line.

In the 4th year, our English teacher went on maternity leave. An elderly lady was invited to replace her, who worked for 20 years as a typist at the embassy in the UK, in my opinion. Even at school, an English teacher taught us pronunciation. Rosa Benitsianovna liked my pronunciation, and she suggested that instead of articles about reinforced concrete, I read and translate a couple of chapters from Agatha Christie's book "The Moving Finger".

I was delighted, but the book turned out to be difficult to translate - a lot of jargon and specifics. Helped uncle - dad's brother. He served at the Rzhevka training ground and dealt with English documentation. But Roza Benetsianovna fell ill when she passed the test. A young teacher has arrived. What I read in English, she did not seem to understand very much, but she listened to the detective with pleasure. I got an A for the first time. At school, we were taught to translate by meaning, and at the institute - literally. Literally, I didn't do very well.

And further. In the summer, during exams, my parents bought a ticket to the Zhivoi Ruchei rest house near Luga. They bought me a kursovka, put a cot. I lived in a rest home, prepared and traveled only to take exams. At the weekend, we went on an excursion to Luga and, when visiting the fraternal cemetery, found the grave of my father's cousin, who went missing near Leningrad in 1941.


Facade overlooking the Fontanka

My classmate, Borya Bogdanov, in the spring of his 4th year, met a girl at his brother's wedding. She worked at the Lenizdat factory. A stormy romance led Borya to the desire to marry. In November, I was going to go to Siverskaya, to get acquainted with the parents of the bride, who worked there at the state farm.

The whole group dressed up Borya (tie, jacket), instructed how an intelligent person should behave in society. Dispatched on Friday evening. On Sunday evening, Borya appears in a strong yield (he and his future father-in-law persuaded a decent share of alcohol) and drags a kraft paper bag full of smoked pork ribs. While she and her father-in-law were fighting with Bakhus, the mother-in-law rushed to the director of the state farm. The son-in-law is starving - you need help. Then for more than two months (almost until the winter holidays) we cooked pea soup-puree on the bones - it turned out very satisfying.

In the 4th year, the rector's office decided, in addition to basic education, to prepare a young engineer for social work. The Faculty of Public Professions was created. Each student had to choose one of several directions. I signed up for an art group. It was led by the Leningrad artist Zakharov. I, unfortunately, did not remember the name and patronymic.

He spent several classes in his studio. Large room on two levels with mezzanines. Hung and lined with his paintings, bast shoes with harp and other entourage. They painted still lifes. But basically, using the certificate of the Union of Artists of the USSR, he dragged us to the Hermitage and the Russian Museum for free and without a queue. Our tour guide was an amazing storyteller. Compared to museums, they are much more interesting.


Yusupov Palace. In it, Rasputin was killed, by the way ...

I remember the visit to his friend, the famous artist Pimenov. The first thing that caught my eye was a large canvas with a naked model lying by a stack of straw on a mowed field. Even more struck by the reaction of the girls from our team: "How can she lie on the stubble - it hurts." Pimenov lost the power of speech - he did not know what to say.

Pimenov showed a chic album published in Japan. The point is this. After the Ministry of Culture selected paintings for museums and other cultural objects, the remaining paintings were selected by the Japanese owner of an art gallery in Tokyo, in agreement with the Ministry of Culture. I paid for everything in foreign currency. Part of the fee, quite decent, went to the budget, but the artists also received something. This something meant a decent amount by the standards of the USSR.

In addition, she sent each author a gorgeous album with copies of all the works acquired that year. Thick paper repeated the texture of the canvas. Each sheet was covered with transparent rice paper. The print quality is amazing. And leather binding. But the entourage of the workshop was the same as that of Zakharov. He gave us tea and biscuits to drink and told a bunch of stories from the life of the St. Petersburg beau monde.

Next time I’ll tell you about the practices that future civil engineers went through every summer. Well, about cultural recreation, of course ...

To be continued ...
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  1. +11
    5 March 2023 04: 59
    On the way we dropped into a lush

    Lush!!!
    There is even a saying - I didn’t eat donuts - consider I haven’t been to St. Petersburg (c)
    For Leningraders, this is not only catering establishments - it is the pride and a real symbol of the city.

    Especially prized puffy on the street. Zhelyabov
    photo from the 1970s.

    my great-grandmother's younger brother lived in Leningrad, lived alone on Bolshaya Pushkarskaya - the whole family died in the blockade. Almost every summer of the 70s, my brother and I spent at his place. And he - either himself, or if he was busy in the service - his orderly Uncle Pasha, regularly took us to the museums and sights of the city, but all these trips certainly ended in pompous ones.
    1. +13
      5 March 2023 09: 33
      Pyshechnaya on Zhelyabov, Cheburechnaya on the 8th line of Vasilyevsky Island, Pirozhkovaya on Nevsky and Moika..

      —-Thank you very much for the life-loving and happy lines, and for the memories, tastes and aromas of the students!!! We look forward to continuing and do not rush to the epilogue!

      —-Studied 1965-1970 at the Leningrad Electrotechnical Institute of Communications, known as Bonch, majoring in Radio Engineering., Moika 61 near Nevsky. Pirozhkovaya in 5 minutes. The heat in winter and foggy glasses, coffee - with foam sometimes, but to the whiteness after the broth, this is already abundance. In 15 it was gone...

      —- But Pyshechnaya on Zhelyabova (Bolshaya Konyushennaya) next to the DLT and the Satire Theater of Raikin Sr., worked in 2010. The children and the wife liked it, fresh, the same trays and coffee - without perks, the same lack of chairs and atmosphere, and the unforgettable taste of donuts in powder.

      —-Cheburechnaya on Line 8 opposite the metro station "Vasileostrovskaya", a nurse, with crispy corners and juiciness, and an unforgettable frying of "khazani" - in 2010 it was still working, despite the change of eras ...

      —- The hostel (I'm from Riga) was on 14 and Sredny Vasilyevsky, high ceilings .. and at night I could see the dome of St. Isaac's floating in the backlight, and to the Institute every day by bus to the "Alexandrovsky Garden" at the source of Palace Square, and running either along Nevsky or through the Square and the Arch of the General Staff to Herzen ... And after the 2nd year - a hostel on the Petrograd Side, on Studencheskaya on the traverse of the TV tower. The same food in the kitchens on the floors, plus sausages in the buffet, "Palyanitsa" from bread and pickles ... warm beer in the bone-damp winter of Leningrad.

      --Thank you for the memories!! Health to you and good luck. Magic time...
      1. +5
        6 March 2023 09: 08
        … read interesting and warm comments of colleagues about the time when time was not money… about friends - Vietnamese… hostel… Pancake... admission..

        — Thanks to everyone who commented! Very warm, interesting and comradely notes, as if we were sitting together and eating fried potatoes in the room of Viti Lushnikov from Polyarny ... And all from different places and different talents, but this feeling of the divided fate of Soviet life, without a single thought of uncertainty about tomorrow, without jitters about more than “the test is the day after tomorrow, but I haven’t passed the coursework yet” ... the feeling turned out to be worth its weight in gold!

        —-In the third year, Seryoga Derevitsky and I were settled in a student hostel, with two Vietnamese. 4 beds, two in a row in a long room / pencil case, with bedside tables for each, Vietnamese by the window, and two work tables between the rows. One is a real pro-Chinese Red Guard who celebrated the bombing of China, and the other is from a teacher's family in Hanoi. This was after Damansky, and at the week-long obligatory meetings of the Vietnamese community, a senior looking comrade from the consulate (probably) explained the subtleties of the moment. After one such and my disagreement about the value of the Chinese bomb, the Red Guard jumped on the table and from there grabbed my neck on my back, began to choke me, shouting the same phrases in Vietnamese. His partner appeased him with a loud shout. Then it turned out that they had to take notes on political information, and the best ones also memorized slogans. And in each room they always had to be in the evening and on weekends with fellow countrymen, one was appointed the eldest of such a couple. I remember a very beautiful Vietnamese woman, a friend of Hanoi, she brought a thermos with fragrant jasmine tea. We talked for a long time, always in the absence of the Red Guard.

        —- Also cooked on weekends ha fraternity, pork in fish sauce. As the Author writes - "the smell is killer." Winter was a test - they were not prepared in any way for the frozen Neva and the cold winters of Leningrad. All in the same black winter coats with fur collars and fur earflaps. But in thin shoes and often without long underwear and gloves. And the room is always hot and the window is open. Good guys, thin - skin and bones, majoring in Radio Communications and Broadcasting. The first year was preparatory - for knowledge of Russian. The Hanoian knew French, and during the two years they spent together, they often had to help with the interpretation of the translation. They gnawed at the granite of science selflessly, often disappeared and went to fellow countrymen for group lessons. The Student Council warned us not to start talking about political differences with the PRC, to help as much as possible and not to distract us.

        —- About everyday life: where to wash??? Who else ... but I remember soaking my socks at night, the amber was unforgettable. Sergei entered the room after 23 and uneasily sniffed, looking for the source, “Misha, do you hear the smell?” He walked around the room, asked, opened the lockers at the entrance, did not find them - they were under my bed in a basin ... I kept silent. Then, after 42 years, when they met at Senya Kogan, with their wives, for Russian hospitality, cordiality and sincerity, he spoke about this unforgettable episode ... Shower room ?? - worked, it was used by foreigners from Africa. It was amazing a hundred sometimes in the morning and in the evening.

        —- Pancake in the cellar on Nevsky, tables for 20 at most, opposite Gostiny Dvor not far from the Sever cafe (with amazing cognac cake Potato), at 67-68 offered pancakes with granular caviar, black or red. 75 gr and 3 pancakes - 2 rubles 50 kopecks. I was there several times, in the winter - I did not know the deficit. Freethinkers came there and provoked eaters into seditious anti-Romanov thoughts, inspired by Czech "socialism with a human face." I don’t remember if they gave “little white”, probably.

        —- At the beginning of the fourth year, in the autumn of 68, they asked me “Drabkin, with things to the dean’s office!” from the military department. In a word, Dean Rivin said that “we will go to the Vice-Rector for Academic Affairs,” Lebedev. He informed me that "the Komsomol organization, the local committee and the administration consider it inappropriate for me to study at the military department." I remember several times I asked the vice-rector about the reasons, to which he answered with the same wording. The third time the dean said that the vice-rector was preparing for something and we left. I was shocked! This led to early exams in the fourth and fifth years, working practice in the Orbita design bureau of the Riga software company Radiotekhnika (radio receivers and other civil radio products) in the first semester of the 5th year, the defense of a diploma and the development of generator and modulator nodes, on a production topic of this design bureau "Generator of a complex stereo signal and test procedure". I even received a Lenin scholarship of 45 rubles in my fifth year and defended my thesis with excellent marks. At the distribution, I was asked by the Radio Engineering software, and they assigned me in Riga to the same design bureau. The special officer did not explain the reasons, but according to rumors from the Komsomol Committee, they did not give access due to "relatives abroad." What matched. As a result, in May 71 I was ordered to come with things for further service, to the Voroshilov Barracks in Riga. For one year, as "with higher education". They bought me, after being delivered to Kaliningrad, to the 12th Guards Order of the Red Banner of the SME, to the regimental air defense battery, to the Shilok ORNR - a more secret copy of weapons and military equipment in the regiment had to be carefully looked for! Captain Ivan Kudrin is the commander of the Shilok battery, the Strel-2 battery (based on Strela 10), a freelance platoon of Igla MANPADS shooters.
        Tolerance??? Nobody cared, they went under the Oath! And he got between the earth and the sky, but at the age of 24, the “old people” are closer to the sky. The Soviet Army taught me a lot of everyday life, as it turned out, you can learn (not necessarily learn !!) this only in practice, not from books, the practice of communication when the correct answers according to the Charter can lead to unexpected deformations, and when you feel with your nose that there should be no questions. And this is the golden silence. And one more thing: that the most delicious meatballs until today (may my wife forgive me) were from our head chef - an Armenian.

        —-Spring aromas of bird cherry, lilac .. cool wind from the Neva, the first sunbathing near the granite lining of the walls of Petropavlovka at the end of March ... and White Nights - all in the palette of Gogol's "Nevsky Prospekt", through his vision, his spectrum of colors ... in the waves of a promising fog of that wonderful, as it turned out, decade of Soviet power.
    2. +9
      5 March 2023 12: 40
      Quote: Richard
      There is even a saying - I didn’t eat donuts - consider I haven’t been to St. Petersburg (c)

      A couple of donuts, a large mug of coffee (barley but cheap) with milk, and 150 grams of soy sweets, all for 1 ruble for two.
    3. +12
      5 March 2023 13: 42
      but all these trips certainly ended in magnificent

      Hello everyone, and you, dear Dmitry - a separate hello! drinks Now the lush ones are being recreated with might and main, which pleases the residents and guests of the city. good
      Aron Solomonovich - special thanks for the work. I wonder where exactly the photo was taken in the Pushkin mountains? And in general - I would like the esteemed Author to discuss the article with us on the forum. drinks
      1. +10
        5 March 2023 14: 29
        Quote: Pane Kohanku
        Aron Solomonovich - special thanks for the work.

        I join, a very good article: wonderful student years - the best years of life!
        And the names are all close: Velikiye Luki, Gatchina, Siversky. hi
    4. +8
      5 March 2023 14: 19
      Quote: Richard
      but all these campaigns certainly ended in puffy ones.

      Now the puffy ones have again begun to open actively around the city, and we still have that pie shop on Moskovsky Prospekt 192:


      All the same pies fried in oil (not very healthy, but satisfying). Many times they tried to close it, but the people defended it, and now it is no longer just a pie shop, but a real attraction. hi
      1. +8
        5 March 2023 16: 25
        But it had two entrances with apartments where teachers and graduate students lived.

        I read up to these lines and realized that the author is not a native Leningrader.
        Dumplings in St. Petersburg are notable, in the 90s there were even queues of tourist groups of schoolchildren on Nevsky Prospekt.
        Unfortunately, the pies were not included. As a rule, the best were made in Sverdlovsk, alas, today they are no longer there. With liver, noble Orsky, A real brand of this city, but you have to eat it with piping heat. After the refrigerator is not the same.
        Thanks to the author, in comparison with him, we were wild in the 90s.
  2. +12
    5 March 2023 07: 27
    In the Altai Polytechnic University in the 70s, there was also a social burden. With a height of 192 cm, I was engaged in a group of basketball players according to the program of social coaches. I went to a good school, but I didn’t coach anyone, but only played! for dessert. The guys worked out in the gym at the Dynamo stadium, and the girls in the API. Oh, it was time!!
  3. +10
    5 March 2023 09: 33
    From the third year on, "Strength of Materials" was read to us by Professor Axelrod (alas, I don't remember his name). Read very interesting and intelligibly. At the age of 35, he defended his doctoral thesis and received the title of professor. And then, in the second semester, the news came. His mother's cousin died in Canada and left him an inheritance of several million dollars, a homestead and God knows what else. He did not have time to make a decision, as he was already offered a professorship at the University of Toronto. Most felt sorry for the head of the department - he would receive a reprimand along the party line

    Somewhere in the late sixties - early seventies at the Department of Structural Mechanics of MADI, Professor Axelrod E.R.
    Axelrod E.R. Accounting for the flexibility of joints on load-bearing high-strength bolts in the calculation of continuous span structures

    Apparently, the professor never got to Canada, he moved to Moscow.
  4. +9
    5 March 2023 10: 14
    Memories of bygone days...
    Thank you!
    Although the time and place do not coincide, but it is interesting to read.
  5. +6
    5 March 2023 10: 22
    The faculty in which our group studied, oddly enough, was called "Bridges and Tunnels"

    To be honest, I did not understand what surprised the author in the name of the faculty. Such faculties were in all the twelve institutes of railway transport engineers that existed at that time in the USSR. There is no railway without bridges and tunnels.
  6. +13
    5 March 2023 11: 40
    His classmate from Leningrad laid eyes on Vasily. And although Vasya slightly resisted, she married herself. But he left the bed behind him. So we lived together.
    Everything is simple here - she didn’t register him for herself, so as not to covet the living space during a divorce. Therefore, he remained registered in the hostel. For everyone else in this room, it was very convenient - they lived more spaciously with such a dead soul. He himself used dead souls when he lived in a hostel for young specialists. My general experience is 6 years at the institute and 6 years after.
    1. +10
      5 March 2023 12: 45
      Quote: Aviator_
      My general experience is 6 years at the institute and 6 years after.

      Yes, you will not envy, although some lived in St. Petersburg until retirement in a hostel. There was one from the Kirov factory, Anna Akhmatova lived there.
      1. +12
        5 March 2023 14: 06
        Yes, do not envy
        On the contrary, the best years. Institute - of course, and then, in a hostel for young professionals, it was just fine. There was a system of halls, where 4 rooms went out, where two people lived. The hall had a shower with washbasins and two toilets. There was a kitchen in two halls. The people were all their own, in our hall there was a scooter, 2 motorcycles (one with a sidecar, Panonia, manufactured in 1960), 2 Salyut kayaks, 3 bicycles, a hang glider and a windsurfer. Both are homemade. We lived well. And in other halls everyone was sitting in their kennels, and we had communism.
    2. +8
      5 March 2023 14: 04
      Quote: Aviator_
      He himself used dead souls when he lived in a hostel for young specialists. My general experience is 6 years at the institute and 6 years after.

      I have 7 years, being already an experienced senior student, I lived alone, the rest are "dead souls" hi
  7. +12
    5 March 2023 12: 39
    But my years of study were spent in the barracks from getting up to lights out, from classes in the training building to leaving for the training center (shooting from all types of small arms, arming tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, driving infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, cars), from guard and internal attire until the long-awaited dismissal. And so four years, like one day. I don’t regret anything, but I remember these years and my comrades at the Higher Command Combined Arms School with inner warmth and sometimes sadness.
  8. +11
    5 March 2023 14: 47
    LIIZhT - Leningrad Institute for the Study of the Female Body. So said those who studied in it. Now it is called PGUPS - St. Petersburg State University of Sexual Intercourse. So say those who study in it now. There is a certain continuity, but the difference is also obvious ... smile
    1. +9
      5 March 2023 14: 56
      LIIZhT - Leningrad Institute for the Study of the Female Body. So said those who studied in it. Now it is called PGUPS - St. Petersburg State University of Sexual Intercourse.
      It would be nothing, but in the original wording it was about the female body, which is natural and only welcomed, but in the subsequent wording the body can be not only female. It's time to close the window to Europe.
  9. +9
    5 March 2023 17: 56
    I could not accurately determine the time to which the author's story refers. 70s, perhaps? The place is clearly indicated - Petrogradskaya.
    At that time it was fashionable to call drinking places "their" names.
    On Petrogradskaya there were "ROM" - a cocktail bar near the Petrogradskaya metro station, "Bombay" on Bolshoy Prospekt, a pub "Pushkar" on Bolshaya Pushkarskaya and "Kirpich" - the corner of Kirovsky pr and st. Skorokhodov, ice cream parlor "Noble Nest" - in the house near the house of Peter the Great. Grocery store "Hollywood" opposite Lenfilm, "Komsomolsky" on Kirovsky - on the wall hung a certificate of the Komsomol for excellent work, "Fish (Muddy) eye" at the Sytny market, well, this is an understandable hint at the class of visitors. Who doesn't remember "Saigon" and "Ulster" on Nevsky.
    The article mentioned Igor Georgievich Yavein, now his two sons head the architectural bureau Studio 44. Excellent projects, the most significant being the reconstruction of the General Staff wing for the needs of the Hermitage.
    At one time I studied at a school that was the heiress of the Alexander (Tsarkoselsky) lyceum. This is now the corner of Kamenoostrovsky pr. and Monetnaya st. When I was there, there were still memories of a bygone era. Huge classrooms, classrooms in an amphitheater with a cafe, old instruments and equipment in the physics room with pre-revolutionary nameplates. A huge library with old books and a stock of "repressed" literature in the basement.
    And what kind of people lived next to the Gorkovskaya metro station. First Secretary Romanov Grigory Vasilyevich in a house with windows on Troitskaya Square, artist Kadochnikov's house near Gorkovskaya, Tovstonogov (bust in the yard) and Lebedev next to Peter's house. Artists - Mylnikov A. A. (now there is a monument to him on the embankment).
    One has only to start remembering and off we go.
  10. +3
    5 March 2023 19: 25
    Quote: balabol
    I could not accurately determine the time to which the author's story refers. 70s, perhaps? The place is clearly indicated - Petrogradskaya.
    At that time it was fashionable to call drinking places "their" names.
    On Petrogradskaya there were "ROM" - a cocktail bar near the Petrogradskaya metro station, "Bombay" on Bolshoy Prospekt, a pub "Pushkar" on Bolshaya Pushkarskaya and "Kirpich" - the corner of Kirovsky pr and st. Skorokhodov, ice cream parlor "Noble Nest" - in the house near the house of Peter the Great. Grocery store "Hollywood" opposite Lenfilm, "Komsomolsky" on Kirovsky - on the wall hung a certificate of the Komsomol for excellent work, "Fish (Muddy) eye" at the Sytny market, well, this is an understandable hint at the class of visitors. Who doesn't remember "Saigon" and "Ulster" on Nevsky.
    The article mentioned Igor Georgievich Yavein, now his two sons head the architectural bureau Studio 44. Excellent projects, the most significant being the reconstruction of the General Staff wing for the needs of the Hermitage.
    At one time I studied at a school that was the heiress of the Alexander (Tsarkoselsky) lyceum. This is now the corner of Kamenoostrovsky pr. and Monetnaya st. When I was there, there were still memories of a bygone era. Huge classrooms, classrooms in an amphitheater with a cafe, old instruments and equipment in the physics room with pre-revolutionary nameplates. A huge library with old books and a stock of "repressed" literature in the basement.
    And what kind of people lived next to the Gorkovskaya metro station. First Secretary Romanov Grigory Vasilyevich in a house with windows on Troitskaya Square, artist Kadochnikov's house near Gorkovskaya, Tovstonogov (bust in the yard) and Lebedev next to Peter's house. Artists - Mylnikov A. A. (now there is a monument to him on the embankment).
    One has only to start remembering and off we go.


    Balabol! Sometimes it's better to speak than to remain silent! Like in this comment.
    Thank you!
    Quote: balabol
    I could not accurately determine the time to which the author's story refers. 70s, perhaps? The place is clearly indicated - Petrogradskaya.
    At that time it was fashionable to call drinking places "their" names.
    On Petrogradskaya there were "ROM" - a cocktail bar near the Petrogradskaya metro station, "Bombay" on Bolshoy Prospekt, a pub "Pushkar" on Bolshaya Pushkarskaya and "Kirpich" - the corner of Kirovsky pr and st. Skorokhodov, ice cream parlor "Noble Nest" - in the house near the house of Peter the Great. Grocery store "Hollywood" opposite Lenfilm, "Komsomolsky" on Kirovsky - on the wall hung a certificate of the Komsomol for excellent work, "Fish (Muddy) eye" at the Sytny market, well, this is an understandable hint at the class of visitors. Who doesn't remember "Saigon" and "Ulster" on Nevsky.
    The article mentioned Igor Georgievich Yavein, now his two sons head the architectural bureau Studio 44. Excellent projects, the most significant being the reconstruction of the General Staff wing for the needs of the Hermitage.
    At one time I studied at a school that was the heiress of the Alexander (Tsarkoselsky) lyceum. This is now the corner of Kamenoostrovsky pr. and Monetnaya st. When I was there, there were still memories of a bygone era. Huge classrooms, classrooms in an amphitheater with a cafe, old instruments and equipment in the physics room with pre-revolutionary nameplates. A huge library with old books and a stock of "repressed" literature in the basement.
    And what kind of people lived next to the Gorkovskaya metro station. First Secretary Romanov Grigory Vasilyevich in a house with windows on Troitskaya Square, artist Kadochnikov's house near Gorkovskaya, Tovstonogov (bust in the yard) and Lebedev next to Peter's house. Artists - Mylnikov A. A. (now there is a monument to him on the embankment).
    One has only to start remembering and off we go.


    Balabol!
    Sometimes it's better to be silent than to speak.
    But in your case - Thank you for the details from that time, which cannot be returned, but also not forgotten!

    Sorry for the double comment!
    1. +5
      5 March 2023 20: 27
      Thank you Roman, we are such Petrograders - give free rein, we won’t tell you anything. The history of the Petrograd side is interesting, the people are very original. Not a region, but a whole country.
  11. +3
    5 March 2023 23: 49
    Thanks to the Author for the story! good good good We look forward to continuing! wink
  12. 0
    8 March 2023 18: 10
    Next time I’ll tell you about the practices that future civil engineers went through every summer. Well, about cultural recreation, of course ...
    - within Temptation!
  13. -1
    11 March 2023 07: 43
    Well, where about the nomenclature?
    Is this all a preface to the fact that the author was finally chosen at a general meeting somewhere?

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