Provincial childhood in a military town

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I began to perceive these places even before we moved to a new communal apartment at the address: st. Chelyuskintsev 17A, apt. 6. But because for two years I went to a kindergarten belonging to the flight school. However, not just one flight school: until 1960, there were two flight schools in the city - the first and second, and also a navigational one, where my father worked. The navigation and one flight school were liquidated in 1960, at the height of the Khrushchev reforms, the last flight school was disbanded in the fall of 1993 during the Yeltsin era. But it won't be soon.

Provincial childhood in a military town
Kindergarten, 1960. The author stands third from the right near the table

What remains in my memory: winter, huge snowdrifts, and my father is taking me on a sled to kindergarten, we are already near the house 17A, it remains to go through it, and I will be there, and my father still has to run to the educational building, where classes begin. In the off-season, when there was no snow, my father carried me in his arms “to the pipe”, which was behind the 30th school.



It was pretty good in the kindergarten, only the sleep after dinner was tiring (in the end, of course, everyone fell asleep, but they still didn’t like him). The chandeliers in the hall were exactly like in this photo, they seem to be from the same series of the early 50s, if not earlier. I remembered them because I looked at them during the obligatory sleep and suffered from the need to fall asleep instead of wasting time more usefully.


Chandeliers of this type were in our kindergarten

A couple of times he took me to classes after kindergarten - in the audience there was a navigational cabin with an Il-28 (its glass nose), where I played with great pleasure during the lecture. I remember that the bomb release lever was chipped off, a sharp needle was sticking out. There was a whole IL-28 in front of the school, once my father put me there, in the pilot's cabin, where there were huge pedals and a very interesting steering wheel.


IL-28

In front of the entrance to the school, to the right and left of it, there were two dug-in black bombs with red stabilizers. I kept asking my father whether they would be thrown at the enemy, and calmed down only after the answer that they would throw it, but in the last place, when all the others were over. These paintings refer to the period of my residence in a classic one-room communal apartment on Pushkinskaya 20, where there was a long corridor (it was good to kick the ball there), and there were about 10-12 neighbors in the kitchen.

So, at the end of 1959, my father received a warrant for two rooms in apartment No. 6 at 17A on Chelyuskintsev Street. Why do I remember that at the end of the year - shortly before the move, I saw in the newspaper a photograph of the far side of the Moon, transmitted to Earth from our automatic station Luna-3, and this is October 1959.

We celebrated New Year 1960 in a new place, in apartment No. 6. In order not to drag it with us, the former tenants sold us a large sideboard, a sofa with side bolsters, a glass jug and a vase with a thin stem. Together with the sofa, we became the owners of hordes of bedbugs, but at that time (before the advent of chlorophos) this was a ubiquitous phenomenon. By our departure from apartment No. 6 (1967), only the sideboard remained alive from the furniture, which was left to the new tenants.


1962, start of the Tour de France at the corner of 17A. The author is wearing a light coat (instead of the leader's yellow jersey). Top left of the picture - the door to the store

This is what our apartment No. 6, located on the fourth floor, was like, if the lower semi-basement is considered a floor (I liked to consider it a floor, then our house turned out to be six-story, that is, the most multi-story in Orenburg at that time). Immediately opposite the entrance there is a huge kitchen with a large stove, to the right of the entrance to the kitchen there is a corridor, from which there was an entrance to one room to the left, straight ahead - the entrance to two adjacent rooms, which, in fact, we received, and to the right - the entrance to the other two adjoining rooms.

To the right, closer to the front door, there was a door to the bathroom (there was never a bath itself), passing through which one could get into the toilet. The bathroom was used by all residents as a storage room. The kitchen had a washbasin and three kitchen tables, according to the number of owners. There was a geographical map of the world on the wall to the left of our kitchen table, my place was near Antarctica. Drake Passage, Queen Maud Land, Weddell Sea, were carefully studied by me in the process of eating food. The huge window of the kitchen overlooked the flight school, two of its buildings were visible, which were soon connected by a passage on the second or third floors - this was very unusual.

Below, at the very brick fence on the territory of the school, there was a one-story building. There was a buffet where my father once bought me a chocolate bar (after the Khrushchev monetary reform of 1961, it cost 33 kopecks, but I don’t know how much before the reform).

When we entered our rooms, our neighbors were: on the right - the railway worker Olga Pavlovna Aprosimova with her daughter, her daughter Natalya was three years older than me, on the left of us one room was occupied by the family of the mustachioed major Kuptsov, consisting of himself with his wife and daughter Irka , she was 5 years older than me. Kuptsov became famous for the fact that one night he went into the kitchen to drink water and drank a live cockroach resting in a mug along with the water. The major was very dissatisfied, as a result of which the whole apartment was awakened. The cockroach, I believe, was also indignant, but his voice was ignored.

Then the Kuptsov family moved out, and the family of Major Degtyarev moved into the room, also in the amount of three people: him, his wife, the Hungarian Piri Farkas, and their little son Valerka, three years old. Previously, the major served in Hungary, from where he brought his wife. A couple of Magyar bad words that sounded during family squabbles, I took from them.

Later, in the year 1966, Captain Nikolai Ivanovich Aperyonov settled in the place of the Degtyarevs with his wife Raisa and his son, I forgot what his name was, but he was a couple of years younger than me. Nikolai Ivanovich helped me a lot in radio engineering when I took it up in the 5th grade. Then, in 1970, they moved to Malo-Melnichnaya Street, not far from Bolnichny Proezd, where we lived then, where I also went to him for radio components and for consultations.

Olga Pavlovna all these years (1960-1967) lived in her rooms.

According to tradition, the whole apartment was supposed to have a shed where fuel for the kitchen stove (wood, coal) was to be stored. During the described period, not fuel was stored in the barn, but the junk of the residents of the sixth apartment. There was also a cellar in our barn. There, my father kept potatoes, a barrel of pickled tomatoes, and sauerkraut.

The lid of the cellar in winter was covered with an elk skin brought from the Far East, where my father used to serve. Elk was killed on the Shantar Islands by my mother's brother Oleg, who loved hunting. In the same place, at the mouth of the Amur, for more than 60 years, there has been his father's trophy parabellum, which his father gave Oleg for the duration of the hunt. The skin was already 60 years old in the 15s, and it climbed terribly.

The sheds stood in a whole formation, 50 meters from the fence of the kindergarten to the brick garage, where a beautiful pale blue M-21 Volga car with a deer was placed. In the period described, no one heated the stove, it was used as a warehouse for kitchen utensils, and everything was cooked on kerosene stoves, kerosene gas stoves and stoves. A two-burner gas stove with a small cylinder appeared with us only by the winter of 1966-1967, I carried these cylinders on a sled for refueling with gas. The gas station was located opposite the market in a public garden, there is now (2011) a fountain.

Our kitchen kerosene stoves remained in my memory: at the bottom of this device there was a container with kerosene, from there three adjustable wicks rose, on which, in fact, cooking took place. As an addition, there were open-coil electric hotplates and electric ovens. Kerosene for kerosene stoves was brought on horseback and sold to the right of the Children's House.

Opposite our p-shaped house 17A (which had the nickname "Madrid") towards the kindergarten there was a drying area with rickety metal poles for ropes, separate garages and green army trailers (kungs of the first releases) used as sheds. There was a dump in the middle of the garage-shed conglomerate.

To the left of the road to the kindergarten, among the garages and sheds, there was a white transformer box. Just before the kindergarten, the road forked: to the left it went to the dance floor of the school and to the club, to the right along the kindergarten fence there was a narrow, filthy (in the literal sense) passage to the Chilizhnik park. This passage had the unofficial name "Small feces-urinary lane". From house 17A down to the kindergarten, through it and further to the Urals, a stream formed every spring, where we enthusiastically launched boats - whose first one would pass the measured distance. I was engaged in this action up to the second class.

About what was in the garages. There were 401 and 403 "Moskvich", "Victory", several "Volga", a couple of some captured convertible cars (I remember the dark crimson one). But most of all it was Gaz-67, the domestic counterparts of the Willis. There were also motorcycles with a sidecar, unfortunately I don’t remember the types. I continue the description of the house. Since the house had a U-shape in plan, both from the side of the kindergarten (between the legs of the letter “P”), and from the other side, where Chelyuskintsev Street passed, the house had front gardens fenced with a picket fence.


1960, after a subbotnik. Father is still a captain, the author is on my mother's lap

It seems that bushes grew there and there were beds with flowers. Every spring subbotnik, the entire population of the house intensively dug up the front gardens. My attempts to plant poplar branches there with blossoming leaves and already rooted in a bottle of water ended in failure. And once champignons were found in these front gardens, as a result of which the flower beds were badly damaged. But the champignons with potatoes were great.

From the side of Chelyuskintsev Street there was no five-story building with the Polet store, Studencheskaya Street immediately began there. It got its name because of the Agricultural Institute, located opposite the flight school. At the corner of Studencheskaya and Chelyuskintsev, on the territory of the institute, there was a small, extended clay mound. These were the remains of the earthen fortifications of Orenburg, liquidated in 1862 (the so-called "Pugachev Val"), when the Russian border went far into Turkestan, and at one time even Tashkent was part of the Orenburg Governor General. Later, in 1965, a student dormitory was built on the site of the remains of the rampart, and a piece of the relic disappeared.

History with "Pugachev Val" had its continuation. One summer in 1965-1966, Vitka Mishuchkov and I (he lived in a house on the corner of 8 Marta and Leninskaya streets) were attracted by screams from Studencheskaya Street. What turned out: it had just rained heavily, and in a private house on 21 Studencheskaya Street, the owners started repairing the gate. As a result of their actions, one half of the gate fell flat on the ground and failed. They called firefighters, they lowered a wooden ladder into the failure (the ladder, which was inclined on the ground, was the upper end at the level of the chimney of a one-story house, that is, 6–8 meters).

The staircase went entirely into the failure, a fireman climbed down there and upon returning said that there was an underground passage below, running across the Studencheskaya. It was clearly an underground passage of Pugachev's, and perhaps even earlier times, under the fortress wall. No one climbed anywhere, the pit was filled up, and the gates of house 21 had different halves for another 30 years, which reminded of the event.

Unfortunately, in 2011 I discovered that the house at Studencheskaya (now Kovalenko) 21 had been demolished. Chelyuskintsev Street itself was quiet and green, it started from March 8 Street (a one-story white private house with Gothic lancet windows stood on the corner), then after Studencheskaya Street the quarter occupied by the Agricultural Institute began.

At the far corner of this block there was another red-brick agricultural dormitory, next to it was a small Khrushchev five-story building with a dairy store. The store was almost opposite the gates of the flight school. The entire opposite part of Chelyuskintsev Street was occupied by a flight school. The MiG-15 aircraft, on which Gagarin flew, was still absent.


Gagarin's plane in front of the flight school in 1975

Chelyuskintsev Street ran into private houses in Forshtat, where the asphalt ended (and the street continued). There was also a column with artesian forshtat water, which, according to my father, was higher in quality than ordinary tap water from the Urals. When I was young, I didn’t notice any difference, I thought that nothing tastes better than soda.

The complex of houses located between the flight school and March 8 Street, which included house 17A, was called "13 town". Inside the "13th town" there was a small Children's House, where there were children who were abandoned by their mothers in the maternity hospitals of Orenburg. My mother had an internship with students there (she taught at a medical school) and said that until the mid-70s there was not a single Jewish objector in the Orphanage, although all other nationalities of the USSR were present. Later this feature disappeared, and they appeared.

The gaps between the houses of Gorodok 13 were occupied by fences made of metal rods, and the entrance to the inside was through two gates: one was from the side of Chelyuskintsev Street, and the other from the corner of Gorky and March 8 streets. Next to the last entrance was a poster of the repertoire of the flight school club, where films were usually shown.

The club of the school was the center of the cultural life of the 13th town. To get there, you had to turn left in front of the kindergarten, cross the asphalt dance floor and climb the wooden steps. Directly from the entrance there was a corridor with auditoriums, in some of them music school classes were held.


Speech by the choir of students of the music school at the flight school. April 22, 1964 In the first row with the October badge, second from the left - the author

I went to this institution for five years out of the prescribed seven - from the second to the sixth grade inclusive. To the right of the entrance was the cinema. There was also a ticket office in a small nook. On the wall in front of the cinema hall there was a stand on the topic: "the sentry is an inviolable person."

I fully agree with this, but the short stories and illustrations for them, even at that time, seemed to me dull and primitive. They were probably composed in the 20s, since the sentry who noticed the fire at the facility and raised the alarm had a helmet that was completely unlike anything else. There were also stands in the corridor with auditoriums. Immediately at the entrance, a stand dedicated to the astronauts began. The place under it was small, and after the flight of Belyaev and Leonov (Voskhod-2, 1965) it was completely filled. Fortunately, for the person responsible for visual agitation, there was an almost two-year break in our manned flights (1965-1967), and I don’t know how he got out of the situation later, after 1967.

On other sections of the walls there were displays on the theme “Imperialism is war”, examples were from the Korean War (1950-1953), since large-scale actions in Vietnam did not begin until 1965. In the auditorium itself, a couple of paintings hung on the walls: one depicted how the unit was marching through a village, and the inhabitants joyfully greeted them. I don't remember the other one. Here, in the cash hall of the garrison bath, at the end of Gorky Street, there hung a painting by the artist Neprintsev “Rest after the battle”, and what else was in the club just flew out of my head.

The value of our club was that any film that was shown in city cinemas was sure to be shown here, but we never had problems with tickets here. And once, when I was in the 1st grade, the manager of the club, Naum Moiseevich, asked us, about 5 guys who were playing nearby, to remove the cut branches from the dance floor. The reward for the work was a free pass to the cinema. After discussing the situation, we decided that this was a sign of the inevitable impending communism (in the early 60s, after the adoption of the Khrushchev program of the CPSU, where 1980 was declared the year of building communism, this prospect was widely discussed among the entire population of the USSR).

I remember the films first seen in the club: “Three plus two”, “Girl with a guitar”, “Hussar ballad”, “Evenings on a farm near Dikanka”, “Bicycle tamers”, “Trace in the ocean”, “Free kick”, “ Scuba at the Bottom”, “Striped Flight”, and “Operation Y” we watched together with Sasha Shvalev right after school, we even had to run – we studied on the second shift. Some of these old films are now on TV.

The club is to the left of the kindergarten. And to the right, after the smelly passage between the kindergarten fence and the sheds, there was an exit to the Urals and the Chilizhnik park. The park was bounded by a steep bank in front and two fences from the sides: on the left - our kindergarten with holes, on the right - high wooden. Only in my student years did I learn that the regional committee authorities lived behind a high fence. The path to the Urals along the kindergarten fence went among the bushes of yellow acacia. Actually, these bushes, which grew in huge numbers in the park, gave the park its name, since chiliga is their local name.

There were two descents to the river from this side (kindergarten side): one is moderately steep, the other is more gentle, a children's railway passed below. From the side of the obkom fence there was another one - the third descent. The slopes of the kindergarten descents were littered with black fragments of plates used by stand-up athletes for training. However, during the period described, there were no more trainings, there were only fragments. Later, in the year 69, a shooting gallery was built on the site of a gentle descent, my friend from the 25th school, Zhenya Samsonenko, studied there.


View of "Gorodok 13" from Zauralnaya Grove in the winter of 1984. The red building is Madrid, to the right of it are the yellow buildings of the flight school. Trees between buildings and a cliff to the Urals - Chilizhnik Park

There were two sports grounds on the territory of the park, right in the center of the park there was a statue of Lenin. There was also a summer cinema in Chilizhnik and a large number of strange architectural forms. One of them is still preserved on the territory of the kindergarten. It was built on the site of a path to the descent and one of the sports grounds in the mid-60s. Immediately to the right of the central path of the park, near the obkom fence, there was a monument dedicated to the Great Patriotic War. Its quality was the same as the statues. He also disappeared quite soon, for the same reason that the destruction was beginning. Probably, it was put either in honor of the 5th anniversary, or the 10th anniversary of the Victory. Opposite the crumbling monument was a great place for children's games - the foundation of an unfinished house.

The house was completed only in the mid-60s - it is already on the picture from the American satellite from 31.05.1965/XNUMX/XNUMX. Probably, it was the house of the flight school, which was erected by the household method, that is, with the school's own forces and means. At least, my father told me that he laid this foundation together with the cadets. The foundation was not made of standard concrete blocks, as is now customary, but of large stones held together with mortar.

In the center of Chilizhnik, closer to the obkom fence, there was a summer cinema. When films were shown there, from the window of our large room one could see some kind of multi-colored stirring on a microscopic screen. It was in this form that I remembered the American film The XNUMXth Voyage of Sinbad.

As I already wrote, there were several sports grounds on the territory of Chilizhnik. I used them not only for their direct sports purpose, but also as a testing ground for aviation and rocket experiments.


In the upper right corner is a spectator running away from a rocket launch. In vain he ran away, this rocket never took off

I had more luck with planes than with rockets, I launched them both directly at house 17A and in Chilizhnik.


1962 The rubber-engine model with a left roll is gaining altitude. Her shadow is especially visible.


Model launch at the entrance to Chilizhnik, 1962


View of the launch site in 2004

In the year 1961-1962, a television center began to operate in the city, and in the summer of 1962 we bought a Verkhovyna TV set made in Lvov. Screen diagonal - 43 cm (kinescope 43LK2B). It cost a huge amount - 300 rubles, almost two of his father's military pensions. We bought it in the Kultovary store on the corner of Sovetskaya and Kirov. For some reason, there was no antenna in the store, and for it we went to Voentorg on Pushkinskaya.

I wanted ice cream, and it was in the evening, close to the closing of the store. My father gave me a choice: either go for ice cream, then the antenna will be bought tomorrow, or change the order of purchase purchases - now the antenna, ice cream tomorrow. With difficulty, I agreed to the priority of spiritual food over material food, the antenna was bought, the TV was installed on the dining table and turned on.

All the neighbors and the family of our friends Kolotilin gathered in front of him, who lived in the next entrance in the basement (only now I understand what a horror it is - a communal apartment in the basement, and even with a crazy neighbor). As I remember now: there was an old film “Walking through the torments” based on the novel by A. N. Tolstoy, Roshchin was played by the artist of the Vakhtangov theater Nikolai Gritsenko.

Orenburg television began work at 19 o'clock and conducted it until 22 o'clock. In the program were, of course, local news, some “news from the fields”, there was even a children's program on teaching English and, of course, a feature film at the end. For the first few months, my neighbors and friends and I watched everything together, then gradually the collective viewing stopped - TVs began to appear in other families.

And in 1966, Orenburg was connected to the Moscow TV channel. The fact is that in the USSR in the early 60s, before the era of satellite television, a cable television line was laid between Moscow and Tashkent. She walked along the railway, and in 1966 Orenburg was connected to it. There has not yet been any shift of the program guide two hours ahead, as was done later for the Ural time zone.

I remember that immediately after connecting, we got to the demonstration of the Polish comedy film “Where is the General?”, It went almost until half past one at night. In the 60s, the Poles released many comedy films about the war, this one was one of them. In films, they fought much better than in life - this is how my father, a participant in the war, spoke about them.

One of our rooms had a beautiful view. I especially liked in this panorama the fact that in front of the window space began, the city ended in front of the Urals, which was 300 meters in a straight line. Above the transural grove a strip of fields could be seen, in autumn it turned yellow.

Sometimes, when there was firing at the Donguz firing range at night, one could admire the routes of shells fired at SABs (luminous air bombs descending on parachutes). Participants of the Great Patriotic War at that time (early 60s) were 35 years old and older. Many officers who worked at the flight school had a huge number of military awards - order strips were located on tunics in 5-6 rows. And despite the fact that there were very few commemorative medals then. I was somewhat offended by my father, whose war awards fit on two bars, although they included two Orders of the Red Star and a medal "For Military Merit". However, compared to younger soldiers who did not participate in the war, my father's military awards were a reason for my pride.

The attitude towards the army at that time was the same as it was shown in the film of the mid-50s "Maxim Perepelitsa". It was the victorious army. No one could have imagined that in our country the former head of the section of Lenmebeltorg (Serdyukov) would become the Minister of Defense, in addition, the so-called “Committee of Soldiers’ Mothers” would work completely legally, ruining our army and existing on foreign money. But it won't be soon.

In April 1967, my father received a two-room apartment on Bolnichny Proezd, and we moved out of the communal apartment at 17 A, where we had lived for more than 7 years.
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  1. +7
    April 17 2023 04: 52
    Dad served in unit 11011 .... All my peers lived in two-story wooden dosah, in the Garrison. And we lived in the backfilled wrecks left by the builders of the Khabarovsk-Vladivostok highway. In the "set" there were round houses of Svinin, gone for firewood .... The houses stood behind the garrison, in the backyards of Military Unit 11011 - driving schools. So my barefoot childhood was spent on the autodrome and two shooting ranges.
    1. +3
      April 17 2023 13: 42
      Quote: Uncle Lee
      ..... lived in two-story wooden DOSs, ..... Khabarovsk -.....

      And my preschool childhood seems to have passed, Vladimir Vladimirovich hi , although much later. request
  2. +11
    April 17 2023 05: 05
    Thank you for the memories. My early childhood was spent in a one-story wooden hut for seven tenants. A bicycle was bought for me by Shkolnik, and we had a TV set called Radiy-B:

    After the flood of 1966, we received a two-room apartment opposite two nine-story (first) hostels on Gagarin Street (later - Lenin Avenue).
    1. +3
      April 17 2023 08: 13
      After the flood of 1966, we received a two-room apartment opposite two nine-story (first) hostels on Gagarin Street (later - Lenin Avenue).
      Yuri, in what city did you receive it?
      1. +2
        April 17 2023 13: 38
        Dear Sergey! Have a good day! I haven’t read the article yet, I’m in transport, but I saw the title, I thought that you wrote it and I wasn’t mistaken. I am glad. I'll read it when I get there.
      2. +2
        April 17 2023 20: 26
        Sergey personal thanks! I have been to Orenburg several times, including the places you so lovingly describe! Thanks a lot!!!
        1. +4
          April 17 2023 22: 35
          Glad you liked it. I'm going to my hometown for May - there are only two graves left - my father and grandfather.
          1. +2
            April 18 2023 11: 18
            How well you described everything, Sergey! Such a happy Soviet childhood in a country that defeated fascism. And what is interesting ---- my preschool childhood was much later in the north of the Far East, and a lot of the same. It says something recourse
            ....winter, huge snowdrifts, and my father is taking me on a sled to kindergarten....

            Or such an offer
            ...The chandeliers in the hall were exactly as in the photo....

            Thank you very much, Sergey ----- failed in the past.
    2. +2
      April 18 2023 23: 51
      And I had a great Vairas, Baltic,
      with a green seat (and, apparently, tires)

      this

      https://www.avito.ru/kaluga/velosipedy/velosiped_sssr_orlenok_2170305421#extended
  3. +5
    April 17 2023 06: 37
    Yet the perception of childhood varies from generation to generation. If I understand the memories of my peers (+/- three or four years) "in a nutshell", then in this case I have to turn to the stories of my parents.
    Thanks Sergey, it was interesting!
    1. +4
      April 17 2023 08: 16
      in this case, one has to turn to the stories of the parents.
      Naturally, everyone has their own vision of their time slice. Well, who else in the early 70s could talk about the imminent coming of communism? And 10 years before that, this was discussed seriously even among children.
    2. +10
      April 17 2023 08: 33
      Quote: Aviator_
      The perception of childhood varies from generation to generation.

      All my childhood was spent in closed military camps, on "points", tundra, forest (air defense division of the country). I didn’t know what a kindergarten was at all, they drove to school on a ZIL-157 with a kung for 30 km, I didn’t have my own. Of the memories, the most vivid ones are shooting, at 10 years old I shot from the PM, at 12 years old from the SKS, I even hit, at 15 I begged my father to shoot a blank from the RPG-7, did not hit, past the target shield, but my father praised. I saw cities and other benefits of civilization only when I went on vacation with my parents. I don't regret anything, by the way. hi
      1. +3
        April 19 2023 08: 16
        Quote: Anatole Klim
        ..... at the age of 10 I shot from the PM, at the age of 12 from the SCS, I even hit, at 15 I begged my father to shoot a blank from the RPG-7, didn’t hit, past the target shield, but my father praised. .....

        good I remember this -----
        ... at the age of three I knew how to shoot at enemy armor
        at four ----- I knew how to ride a war horse ....
  4. +4
    April 17 2023 07: 36
    Dear Sergey! Excellent material. Time is running out and less and less people remember how it was then. And is it important. And well written. I personally found it very interesting to read and compare.
  5. +5
    April 17 2023 07: 49
    Loved the story and enjoyed reading it.
    A small fly in the ointment - in vain the author mentioned the former head of the Lenmebeltorg section, it’s just useless, he was in a row - the sixth Minister of Defense of Russia
    A white light has converged on you like a wedge ... t, .... a soulful song immediately comes to mind.
    1. +6
      April 17 2023 08: 03
      in vain the author mentioned the former section head of Lenmebeltorg
      The most grandiose reform was connected with him. It is now impossible to remember the accomplices of the collapse that preceded him.
      1. +5
        April 17 2023 08: 10
        Quote: Aviator_
        It is now impossible to remember the accomplices of the collapse that preceded him

        It was the predecessors who ruined everything. And the "furniture maker" is just a worthy successor to the Yeltsin-Gaidar cause. I also remembered something similar from my childhood - thanks for the article I read it and got nostalgic ...
      2. +10
        April 17 2023 08: 19
        Quote: Aviator_
        It is now impossible to remember the accomplices of the collapse that preceded him

        Well, why is it impossible, I remember very well, all the characters.
        When Gagarin flew into space, he was non-partisan, it is simply impossible to imagine anything like that in just a dozen years.
        When service in groups of troops (SGV, YUGV, etc.) became the meaning of the service itself, they began to cackle over Maxim Perepelitsa.
        1. +6
          April 17 2023 08: 42
          When service in groups of troops (SGV, YUGV, etc.) became the meaning of the service itself, they began to cackle over Maxim Perepelitsa.
          I recall the final monologue of the Governor from the "Inspector" - "Above whom you laugh - you laugh at yourself!" But Gagarin flew into space still a party member.
          1. +3
            April 17 2023 08: 49
            Quote: Aviator_
            But Gagarin flew into space still a party member.

            Yuri Alekseevich flew into space - a senior lieutenant or a major?
            1. +5
              April 17 2023 09: 19
              Yuri Alekseevich flew into space - a senior lieutenant or a major?
              He flew as a senior, returned as a major. So he wasn't a captain.
              1. +4
                April 17 2023 09: 27
                He flew non-partisan, returned as a member of the party. He was never a candidate.
                1. +1
                  April 17 2023 18: 19
                  Where does such infa come from? The entire first recruitment was party.
                  1. +4
                    April 17 2023 18: 53
                    Not all, five were Komsomol members, Gagarin was a candidate for admission to the party (I was mistaken), his term expired and he joined the party, even before the flight, being in the cosmonaut corps.
  6. +7
    April 17 2023 07: 52
    and in the summer of 1962 we bought a TV set "Verkhovyna" made in Lvov. Screen diagonal - 43 cm (kinescope 43LK2B).


    The image size was 36 x 27 cm. For those years - a huge screen.
    1. +6
      April 17 2023 08: 00
      The image size was 36 x 27 cm.
      Maybe I only remember the diagonal of the kinescope. Thanks for the photo, this device honestly worked from 1962 to 1974.
      1. +5
        April 17 2023 08: 21
        We had a Cascade, I don’t remember the model, it stood in the apartment somewhere from 73 to 88, then honestly plowed in the garden for another five years. And yes - the channels were switched with pliers))
        1. +5
          April 17 2023 08: 44
          And yes - the channels were switched with pliers))
          It began only in the early 70s, before that he worked honestly. Yes, and there was only one channel in the 60s, maybe that's why.
        2. -1
          April 18 2023 17: 21
          Quote: Van 16
          And yes - the channels were switched with pliers))

          That's already zadolbali with these pliers. I switched channels, shooting from an air gun, and poked with a fishing rod.
          1. +2
            April 18 2023 22: 14
            That's already zadolbali with these pliers. I switched channels, shooting from an air gun, and poked with a fishing rod.
            Pliers are the first generation of PTK, designed for 12 channels, and then with a large margin. Yours is late 70s/early 80s.
            1. +1
              April 19 2023 13: 20
              Quote: Aviator_
              Pliers are the first generation of PTK, designed for 12 channels, and then with a large margin. Yours is late 70s/early 80s.

              I poked Horizon with a fishing rod and fired at the buttons from the airgun.
              1. +1
                April 19 2023 18: 58
                I poked Horizon with a fishing rod and fired at the buttons from the airgun.
                That's what I understood from the previous comment. Pushbutton switches appeared much later. The first generation had a package switch, you had to turn the knob.
    2. +4
      April 17 2023 15: 20
      And we in 1964 TV "Spark". The same plant. Then his father bought a film for him. Tricolor. I don't know what gypsies sold it. Or did he not buy this film at all, but the rocket men gave him? In short, it was believed that if this film was put on the screen, then the screen would be of the "color" type lol
      However, no matter how much we tried, the black-and-white TV screen stubbornly refused to become color. hi
      1. +5
        April 17 2023 18: 06
        In short, it was believed that if this film was put on the screen, then the screen would be of the "color" type
        There was such a film, blue on top, red on the bottom turning into brown, sort of. The meaning is still unclear to me.
      2. +3
        April 18 2023 17: 34
        In the year 84 they bought Horizon. The whole block was sitting with me ...
        1. +1
          April 18 2023 20: 12
          In the year 84 they bought Horizon. The whole block was sitting with me ...
          Where was it geographically?
          1. +2
            April 19 2023 13: 03
            Quote: Aviator_
            Where was it geographically?

            Tula region. Novomoskovsk.
  7. +7
    April 17 2023 08: 20
    Thanks to the author for such a detailed story! Impressive!
    hi
  8. +4
    April 17 2023 11: 29
    Interesting and informative! Thanks Author!
  9. +4
    April 17 2023 11: 32
    Thanks for the interesting story!
    Reading is easy, and photographs push the memory to those fragments of events that happened to the reader.
  10. +1
    April 17 2023 15: 19
    No, committees of soldiers' mothers are absolutely necessary. And then in many parts the officers spit on their subordinates and on the service. Especially in terms of personal relationships. Soldiers build dachas, make repairs, etc.
    1. +5
      April 17 2023 18: 08
      No, committees of soldiers' mothers are absolutely necessary.
      And in my opinion, the committees of soldiers' fathers are more necessary.
  11. +3
    April 17 2023 17: 22
    Thanks to the author for the excursion into the past. It is a pity that not all illustrations are readable.
    Yard classes were filmed by the father, probably?
    1. +4
      April 17 2023 18: 10
      Yard classes were filmed by the father, probably?
      Of course he is. I did a lot of photography, the Zorkiy-S device with the Industar-50 lens, the UPA-2 compact magnifier, worked not only from the mains, but also from a 12V battery.
      1. +2
        April 18 2023 17: 41
        Quote: Aviator_
        magnifier UPA-2,

        A! I remember this one. I sat in the bathroom, took pictures ..
  12. +3
    April 17 2023 17: 24
    I lived in Yasnoye in a barrack 1968-1970. Then 3 years in the "Finnish" house. Often in the evenings they listened to the sounds of automatic bursts from the shooting range, which was two kilometers from the village and looked at the tracers in the sky. Then the TVs were already there. Friends had "Dawn 68" in my opinion with a 35 cm kinescope. There was one channel. I didn’t like to watch him and their son (my age) kept calling to the street.
    1. +3
      April 17 2023 18: 13
      I lived in Yasnoye in a barrack 1968-1970.
      Orenburg region? It is far to the east, almost in Siberia.
      1. +2
        April 18 2023 11: 23
        Yes. Almost the edge of the region. Yasny-16 was later called in the army. Strategic Missile Forces. I finished school there too.
        1. +1
          April 18 2023 17: 20
          I finished school there too.
          At the regional Olympiads in physics, the Ayupov brothers from Donguz (still preserved training ground) always interfered with me. In the 9th grade, they generally shoved me into 4th place in the regional Olympiad. Then they also entered the Moscow Institute of Physics and Technology, I think, at the FUPM (Faculty of Management and Applied Mathematics). I entered FALT (aeromechanics and aircraft engineering).
  13. +6
    April 17 2023 17: 45
    Article class !!! good
    But several photos do not open in the article, I checked it on different computers ...
    1. +7
      April 17 2023 18: 22
      But several photos do not open in the article, I checked it on different computers ...
      For some reason it doesn't always open for me. Another DDOS attack on VO? I have to go out and in several times.
  14. +5
    April 17 2023 23: 17
    I am probably the oldest of those who discuss their “military” (that is, the past in the army, in military camps) childhood. I remember the military town of the early 50s in a small provincial Latvian town not far from Liepaja, where we lived until Khrushchev’s army reduction and the demobilization of my father (who refused to remain in the Armed Forces on the condition of transferring from the position of battery commander to the position of head of the Allied Forces of a new, formed military unit ). With front-line experience behind him and the completed Leningrad Academy. Budyonny, he considered this alignment unacceptable and retired to the reserve. Despite the early childhood, the memory has preserved the waves rolling on the white sand of the Liepaja seaside and the rustling of the leaves of the Courland forests. White brick barracks, which simultaneously housed the services of a cropped howitzer artillery regiment, in which his father served. Howitzers M - 30 of his batteries, which he allowed us to climb. His father's service "revolver" (which he preferred to a pistol from wartime), which he allowed to "click" after unloading the weapon. Father's orderly - an Uzbek (everyone called in the Russian manner Andrei), under whose supervision he sometimes left all our restless brethren. The business fuss of the personnel infantry regiment stationed nearby for the exercises: the rumble of self-propelled guns Su - 76, also Lend - Lease vehicles - amphibians and "students". As my mother used to say to me and my brothers: “You grew up under the roar of a drum and the marching music of the pipes of a military band.” She worked as a Russian language teacher at a local high school, being respected by her students, their parents, Russians and Latvians. I remember well how the Latvian guys I met on the street took off their hats and caps, bowing respectfully to the teacher, and the Latvian girls did curtseys (unlike the truly “Russian-speaking” ones, who often rushed past with the wind, often not saying hello at all). It was "Soviet Europe", with its European mentality and its manifestations in everyday life and in interpersonal relations. It was the same in kindergarten, and at school, where I started to go to the first grade, already speaking tolerably in Latvian. And the military town was an isolated state, whose command buildings did not have any fence, separated from the outskirts of the city by an extended field and a forest belt, where nomadic gypsies sometimes complained in their wagons. Here we played war, quarreled and fought with the boys of neighboring houses, after which we later put up with them. We observed drunken scandals and family discord, holidays and good-neighbourly feasts of the military people and their families, who often shared both joys and sorrows in one community. A little more than ten years after we left this military town and the usual provincial Latvian town for good, I myself put on a military uniform and, on duty, I happened to change many other military points. But, as much as I would not like, life decreed that it was no longer possible to get into the places of my “military” childhood of the beginning and middle of the 50s.
    1. +5
      April 17 2023 23: 34
      What remains is a memory that sometimes takes me to the almost seventy-year past.
      Quite right. My reminiscences echo the writer Limonov's autobiographical prose about post-war Kharkov ("We had a great era"). There he described the vision of the world through the eyes of a preschool child in the late 40s in the broken Kharkov. I remember there that he divided all the inhabitants into three classes - the first class - the military, the second class - the children of the military, and he attributed all civilians to the third class. Although there are more than 15 years between my and Limonov's memories, the perception of the inhabitants at preschool age was exactly the same.
      1. +6
        April 18 2023 03: 10
        Dad and mom and me ... Photo of the mid-50s. We lived in this hut...
        1. +3
          April 18 2023 11: 26
          Quote: Uncle Lee
          ..... We lived in this halabud ...

          Touching, Vladimir Vladimirovich, but I lived in the same place. Was happy! Large room ----- 8 × 4, also mine and the kitchen ---- are equal in size to the large room. In the winter, we played with preschoolers well in cars and rode small bicycles good
          I sometimes look at those places on the net and see the same buildings.
    2. +2
      April 19 2023 08: 44
      Father's orderly - an Uzbek (everyone called in the Russian manner Andrei), under whose supervision he sometimes left all our restless brethren.
      As Limonov wrote, his father had an Armenian orderly, and he also looked after the petty Limonov.
  15. +3
    April 18 2023 07: 45
    Many thanks to the author for the memory! This is our first TV "Kharkov"
    1. +2
      April 18 2023 08: 02
      This is our first TV "Kharkov"
      Well, I'm pleased that I managed to make my readers immerse themselves in nostalgic memories. Think. that they didn't mind. About your TV - the impression that it is combined with a radio.
      1. +3
        April 18 2023 15: 52
        Not only that, there is also a player on top with three speeds 33, 45 and 78.
      2. +1
        April 19 2023 13: 28
        Quote: Aviator_
        Your TV - the impression that it is combined with a radio.

        Here's a joke, my grandfather bought a TV. Third in a row in the village. It was his NKVD who put him there.
  16. +4
    April 18 2023 19: 52
    I'll tell you about my childhood, if anyone is interested:
    We lived in Svetlogorsk, a military town, I don’t know what position my father had, but we lived in a 2-room apartment, the house is still standing, in good condition.
    Matushka worked in the City Financial Department (this is a type of tax department), she took me to work with her, but it was not interesting there, they gave me a pencil and a sheet of paper, sit and draw. I got bored quickly, the pencil was interesting on one side blue, on the other red.
    But my father took me to the airfield a couple of times, it’s much more interesting there. They gave a resetter, I don’t know from what technique, the size is like two packs of cigarettes, you need to cock the lever and press the reset, the pusher quickly moves forward. Well, they poured a cap of spent cartridges, it was possible to line up and shoot at them from the dropper.
    Then we had lunch in the dining room, no frills, but satisfying. Those are childhood memories.
    1. +1
      April 19 2023 13: 14
      Quote: agoran
      I don’t know what position my father had, but they lived in a 2-room apartment, the house is still standing, in good condition.

      My father was given an apartment-four for 80 square meters. He swelled somehow, and gave the entire salary to the cops. To not send a work order.
    2. +4
      April 19 2023 19: 06
      the pencil was interesting on one side blue, on the other red.
      Is this like that?
  17. +4
    April 23 2023 19: 47
    Dear Sergey, thank you so much for the chronicle of the era!
    I'm sorry I didn't read it in time.
    Write more!
    good love )))
  18. +2
    April 25 2023 14: 31
    For some time he lived in the village of Orliny, aka Svobodny 21. It was a good town ... it was. Already at that time, 96-97th, everything began to fade away, the missile division was disbanded. I drove into the village. It's sad. The plane at the entrance to the village was not even handed over for scrap metal. It immediately inspired A. Varum's song, I don't know the name ... "How I want to return, oh how I want to break into the town ..." It's sad.
  19. 0
    11 June 2023 17: 19
    I always wanted to visit the military camps where I spent my childhood. Recently it became possible - though virtually. To my delight, Yandex Maps placed panoramas in Gorelovo near St. Petersburg and in Tikhoretsk. You can directly look into the windows of the apartments. I went to Besovets near Petrozavodsk myself, the benefit is now open. But in Rogachevo to Novaya Zemlya there is no way yet. :(
  20. 0
    15 June 2023 06: 29
    And I spent my military childhood in the city of Priozersk (Sary-Shagan station).
    I just now saw this article and I was already burned with childhood memories.
    Lake Balkhash, then still relatively clean in those days. In the summer on the beach,
    where my father took me to learn to swim, the pebbles burned my legs, in winter the ice was half a meter
    thick, skiing on the lake. The boulders and rocks are granite.
    Childhood friends - Genka Boyko, son of a major helicopter pilot, Sashka Pekhterev,
    classmate at the eight-year school named after the Soviet Army, then you need to
    was to go to the school named after General Dorokhov to the 9th and 10th grades.
    MiG-17, frozen over the lake on the monument to the dead pilots.
    The steppe behind the TV tower, where we ran with a yard company of boys
    collect scorpions. We exchanged them for cartridges from the soldiers, and the cartridges in the fire
    threw .
    Some amazing feeling of children's happiness and joy of life. What
    missing now...
  21. -2
    20 June 2023 20: 59
    Everything through and through: both the article and the comments - - are permeated with the spirit of serf serfs. Those who lived - were with the red master, and then they were all sold in bulk to the white master. And now they are judging, rowing with someone better.
    Red is better! The girls were young back then.
  22. +1
    9 October 2023 01: 07
    It was nice to read about my childhood home. We lived in the second entrance on the 6th floor, apartment number 20. There was a music school, a kindergarten, a flight school where my father served, and even Chilizhnik. Thank you, Seryozha.
    1. 0
      3 December 2023 15: 57
      What years did you live in Madrid?