different fates
A still from the 1956 film “Different Fates.” A very revealing film in many ways. We made good films, to be sure. Even today it is not outdated...
"Romance Roshchina"
Lyrics from a popular song
composer Nikita Bogoslovsky
to poems by Nikolai Dorizo
Memories and comparisons. At VO we often have sparkling discussions on the topic: “But then there was no nepotism, the state oriented citizens towards the development of high moral qualities, but now...” This is the opinion of many, written as if it were a carbon copy.
However, there are those who, without fear of any disadvantages, directly write that now it’s “...more honest!” I won’t conduct a percentage analysis of how many people comment on this or that article on this topic, because it doesn’t matter at all. But it is quite possible and necessary to remember that the fate of a country is the fate of its individual citizens. Just as one can guess from a drop of water that there must be a whole ocean somewhere, so one can also draw certain conclusions from the fate of one person. Of course, of course, all this will be quite (and even very) subjective. But, be that as it may, even if it is subjective, it is indicative.
So, today we have a story about the fate of some citizens of the USSR familiar to the author, and then of our present-day Russia.
Let's start with the fate of one woman, who, one might say, although it unfolded at some distance from me, was generally quite familiar to me. Parents: father is the head of the transport department of a fairly large plant, that is, a very necessary person in all respects. After all, everyone (and there were many of them in the USSR!) who needed a machine to translate something large turned to him. Mother is a high school teacher who prepared her graduates for entering a university.
We studied at the same school, in parallel classes, but before entering the pedagogical university, I did not even suspect its existence. And then I noticed and found out that we lived nearby, and after one of our first classes we went home together. Agree that even if your companion is not a beauty, it is still better to go home together than alone. I don’t know what she thought to herself, but she just invited me to her place for tea, and I didn’t become pretentious and immediately agreed.
And I found myself in a large three-room apartment (at that time I myself lived, albeit in a large, but still an old wooden house with amenities on the street), with a bookcase covering the entire wall, in which the entire library of adventures with a “golden frame” was displayed. publications of Detgiz. Moreover, there were many books that I had not read, and this decided the whole matter.
I began to accompany her home regularly, and just as regularly I began to borrow books from her to “read.”
It is clear that her mother drew her own conclusions from this situation, and regarded my interest in her library as interest in her daughter. It's amazing how blind some parents are, because there wasn't much to be interested in other than books. She studied somehow, and listening to her speeches at seminars was sheer agony. And this despite the fact that we had plenty of beautiful and smart girls on our course, and any of them would have been better than her. But she had everything that they didn’t have, that is, an apartment, a car and a dacha. That is, it had a complete set of everything that every average Soviet person dreamed of in the USSR.
In general, I found another girl as my wife, perhaps the most beautiful on the course, and for almost 50 years now we have been living in perfect harmony, so this choice clearly did not happen anywhere, but in heaven. Although she had no library of adventures, no car, no dacha, and her parents’ apartment was so-so...
But something else is important, namely, that according to the assignment, this very daughter of the workshop manager did not go to the village, but received a referral to one of the Penza schools, and not the worst, quite close to home. And she worked there as a teacher for exactly three years. Just like us in the village. During this time, she quarreled with everyone there and managed to ruin relations with the entire teaching staff. But it was impossible to fire her. The young specialist had to work in his field for exactly three years, no matter what!
In the fourth year, she did not wait for dismissal, but quit her job herself, and... dad got her a job at his factory... as an engineer! I don’t quite understand how a person who did not have engineering knowledge in principle could work as an engineer, but somehow he could - another one of the realities of our reality at that time. And she worked as an engineer for a long time. Until 1991 and dad’s retirement. And then she was fired, because the “teacher-engineer” was simply not needed by anyone there.
She survived the difficulties of the 90s by marrying an employee of our regional local history museum. The husband, of course, could not earn gold chervonets from such a job, but he received a salary, and that was good. And then he took it and died. Such a sad blow of fate. For some reason, fate is especially cruel to some people...
And that’s where we met again, and it seemed like after 2000, when the university started paying us salaries regularly. She began to tell me about the ups and downs of her life, and I went ahead and offered her a job at my department. By that time, my wife had already been working at a nearby department as a document specialist for a long time, and everything was fine with her. The work is not dusty, you go home early, in fact, you are the right hand of the head of the department - what else could a married woman dream of?!
I talked to our manager, and she was hired. And it soon became clear that not everything at work was as good as I said. Candidates of Sciences, associate professors, all somehow “important”, “all of themselves”, “and by the way, I also have a higher education.” I explain that your education is nothing before theirs, so don’t be surprised. And besides, someone also made a remark to her that she was only talking about her children: “But I have a son... and here is my daughter...” Meanwhile, all our associate professors have to listen to this from some “lab assistant” "was completely uninteresting.
Her work was not difficult, but responsible. Draw up a general schedule based on data from the dispatch service and issue teachers with their own personal schedules. The school year begins and... I don’t show up for three classes in a row: a lecture and a seminar. And in higher education, this is an emergency - disruption of classes by a teacher. They call from the dean's office... And our head answers, but our teacher does not have these classes.
We started checking schedules, and then it turned out that our laboratory assistant had not assigned classes to me for the whole stream and, in addition, had not checked this in the control room. I thanked you, so to speak, for the care shown on my part! It is clear that our head immediately fired her from the department, and I did not ask for her. I don't like ungrateful and irresponsible people.
And... where did our lady go? To the elevator operator course! It turned out that her higher education was not needed, and she and him, too, without her dad, turned out to be of no use to anyone. But even here I didn’t become a master of my craft. She got stuck in the elevator, and in it... was some kind of “big shot.” It is clear that she was immediately fired from the elevator operator, and she began to work as a cleaner in the Magnit store.
That is, people who were naturally endowed with abilities, and also hardworking, diligent, and efficient, gradually climbed the social ladder higher and higher. But here there were no abilities, but there was no hard work either, but there was conceit and the confidence that everyone owes me everything (a trait characteristic, by the way, for many of our citizens of the USSR era).
And it all ended the way it should have ended. Although, it is clear that time also “helped” her, few people at work today would want to have such an “employee”, even without acquaintances. With them they are only tolerated...
And by the way, I know quite a lot of examples like this. Many people suffer from inflated self-esteem, which is completely unsupported by practical actions. And it is clear that everything will be wrong for them, and everything will be bad for them, because admitting that all troubles are a consequence of their character is beyond their strength. No, it’s not for nothing that the ancient Chinese said: “Sow an action, reap a habit, sow a habit, reap a character, sow a character, reap a destiny!»
To be continued ...
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