Three years at OblSYUT, as it was then
The building of the Regional Station for Young Technicians, where the author worked from 1980 to 1983. This is how it looks today, but little has changed since those years...
I lead an aircraft modeling club.
Funding - zero
material and technical support –
mop and replenish the first aid kit.
But they forced me to write a training program,
almost a novel
they demand all sorts of other writings -
railway carriage,
fashion activities offer,
just have time to brush off the question
“What will you provide?”
Engineers, skilled workers,
The country does not need pilots and other professions,
to see.aviapit123
Funding - zero
material and technical support –
mop and replenish the first aid kit.
But they forced me to write a training program,
almost a novel
they demand all sorts of other writings -
railway carriage,
fashion activities offer,
just have time to brush off the question
“What will you provide?”
Engineers, skilled workers,
The country does not need pilots and other professions,
to see.aviapit123
Memories of the past. Not long ago I read an excerpt from a commentary by one of the VO readers and asked his permission to use it as an epigraph. And I also learned from correspondence with him that he has to work on self-sufficiency - he established connections with his parents, and they help the circle with money, whoever can and wants, all at will.
But his superiors demand “writing” “carriage”. However, this is the case everywhere today.
For example, I left higher school because of this: I had the “fortune” to write 45 work programs of 100 sheets each for the test, not only for myself, but also for all my colleagues in the department who left during this time. And in total the department had to present - it’s good that those reading these lines are sitting - 500 folders with shoe straps, filled with these programs.
So at our university, an entire department ended up quitting because it didn’t want to mess with this waste paper. And... I understand this ascetic - what else can I call him - very well.
But the fact is that I also had the opportunity to work at the station for young technicians (SUT) after completing my diploma in the village, namely from 1980 to 1983, so I know very well what it was like then.
But... recently I again passed by the building in which she was located. Memories came flooding back, and... I went inside to see what was going on. Not right away - the guard didn’t let me in, but I got inside, talked with the methodologist, with the director, and they showed me the present day of this institution, which even had its name changed.
However, how can you talk about today when the reader does not know what happened yesterday?
After all, VO readers simply adore comparative information, and, by the way, they are doing the right thing. So first we will tell a story about how it was there in the past, and it will continue with a story about how it is there now.
And so it was that in September 1980 I was walking down the steep Lermontov Street from the Penza television center, where I had agreed to host a TV show for children, and I was in the most joyful mood. And then I see - on the corner there is an old stone house with an iron gate, and on a post at the gate there is a sign “Regional Station for Young Technicians”. I thought that one more job wouldn’t hurt me, so I went in.
He introduced himself to the director, told him what, how, when and where. And the director immediately offered me a job, but warned me that it was already September, the leaders of the children’s circles had snapped up the children, so he could only give me half the time, that is, a circle of 15 people. And I will have to recruit him myself from the students of local schools, because they have already advertised in the newspaper.
Part-time – and that’s bread!
I went to schools - then you could easily enter them, and everywhere I took my vibrating walker out of my pocket from the soap dish and let it ride on the table. It was a complete success, although at one school a physics teacher said that my vibration drive violated some kind of Newton’s law.
The main thing is that I recruited the guys and had to study with them for two hours every Sunday. They gave me a room with a set of tools: “work - I don’t want to.”
There were machines there: a wood lathe, a metal lathe (we never used them!) and a drilling machine - they were used constantly. All the machines are huge, written off from factories, but machines.
The director suggested calling my circle “Circle for the Design of New Types of Toys,” since it was at this time that the Penza Toy Factory should, in theory, accept two of my toys for production at once, although in the end they did not accept any. Under this name, I asked for 15 electric burners, which we began to use instead of welding machines.
Just then my TV show aired about a vibrating walker made from a soap box, and all my circle members immediately wanted to make the same one. The director gave us 30 DP-10 micromotors, and for soap dishes and toothbrushes I went to oblon (regional department of public education), since the Regional Station of Young Technicians (OlSYUT) was directly subordinate to him.
The accountant looked at me like I was crazy: “Now you need soap dishes and brushes, tomorrow you’ll need shaving cream, young man... go away!” I went and organized a parent meeting (probably the first one in stories our SUT) and told his parents about the problems that had arisen. That is, I asked them to give the children money to buy whatever I asked, but after each lesson their child would bring something made with his own hands, and it would be easy to calculate where the money went.
Interestingly, everyone agreed!
And already at the very first “real” lesson, the children each made a vibration walk in two hours, and there was also enough time to arrange their races in the recreation hall with a beautiful old tiled stove, which is still intact in it to this day!
The children were absolutely delighted! A little over an hour of work, and they have a ready-made homemade product in their hands, and what a…
At the next lesson we decided to make a “vibrobug”.
15 “beetles” required 15 more engines, and then everyone wanted to make their own “space vibration walkers” to explore Mars and Venus. That’s when it turned out that in one month I ate the entire limit of microelectric motors for the whole year!
- Why are you in such a hurry? - the director told me. – Make a model for a month! And even then, they did it, then they took the motors out of them and used them for new homemade products...
“But it’s not pedagogical to break down what the children have made!”
– But it’s cheap, reliable, and practical! Besides, I don’t have any more engines!
I also had to put the provision of motors on the balance sheet of my parents. True, I was helped to a certain extent by publicity (or publicity), which I was never shy about. TV shows are on - children take part in them, articles about the work of the circle are published in the regional newspaper, not only mine, but also about me, that is, in the eyes of Soviet society of those years, the “innovator and leader” had to be helped in every possible way, and the same accountant oblono, was simply forced to do it. The press... it's power!
And at party meetings in the presence of the head of the Oblono himself, I did not remain silent, but directly said that DOSAAF packages are “firewood”, that children at the Syuta should be taught not to plan boards, but to work as it should be in the era NTR.
Well, when the works of my circle members ended up at the USSR Exhibition of Achievements of Economic Achievements in the “Young Technician” pavilion and received two gold and one bronze medals - for the first time in the history of the Penza Regional School of Economics, then my work became much easier.
After all, who in Oblon, besides myself, didn’t boast about these medals?
The party committee credited this achievement to its skillful selection and placement of personnel, the director of the SUT - to his leadership, “himself” (the head of the regional committee) reported upward to the regional committee that the regional committee entrusted to him was keeping up with the times.
A photograph taken in our circle at OblSYUT by a photographer from a Penza newspaper. In the hands of the author is a vibration walker for the study of Venus. It was he who took part in the 1981 “Cosmos” competition and was selected for the exposition of the “Young Technician” pavilion at VDNKh. I don’t remember exactly now, but most likely all three boys in the photo were our first medalists
However, these were mostly my problems. After all, there were other circles at OblSYUT, and everything there was more traditional.
In the shipbuilding circle, models were made from wooden parcel sets. They contained blocks of pine wood, which were a real pain to process, so the children spent six months working on each, even the simplest, model. Which, in fact, was what was required.
The handrails were made from nails driven into the deck, entwined with wire, the barrels of anti-aircraft guns were made from nails wrapped in wire. And all this squalor was painted with oil paints.
The radio circle specialized in... participation in a “fox hunting” competition. And the children liked to run through the forest with direction finders and catch these same “foxes”. The circle did not live in poverty and regularly participated in competitions at various levels.
The photo circle also had everything you needed, although the equipment was old. But there were no problems with chemical reagents.
The racing snowmobile circle was very interesting, in my opinion. At that time, winter competitions in them were very fashionable, although I did not understand the meaning of them. After all, what is a snowmobile? A car on skis driven by a propeller! And there were such models. Yes!
But... it was not copy models that were much more popular, but some strange “sports equipment”, teardrop-shaped and with a single skate and tail, like an airplane. They were launched on a line, and they rushed around like mad in circles to show maximum speed.
Sport – for sport’s sake, that’s what I would call it.
Our most privileged group was the aircraft modeling circle, which was led by the brother of the station director, who worked in some kind of “box.” That is why he had carbon fiber and any model engines at his disposal. But the results of his circle were unattainable for the regional SUT.
Once he showed me the body of a timer model made of carbon fiber weighing only 9 g. The wings of the models were covered with some kind of super film, whereas in the circles of the regional SUT they used tissue paper.
By the way, women worked with paper for us - they led elementary modeling clubs in schools. But... you should have seen these women and what they did with the children...
Needless to say, at all regional competitions in timed models, our Regional SUT usually always took first place. It was a shame to look at what the rural schoolchildren brought to them. It was reminiscent of... natives with spears opposing Europeans with Winchesters.
There was also a karting club, the premises of which I didn’t like to go into - it was too dirty and stank of gasoline. But it worked, and the guys regularly drove the cars there.
That is, at the level of the early 60s and 70s, our station for young technicians was even well equipped. But in 1980 all this was no longer enough. We needed balsa, sheet polystyrene, carbon fiber, lavsan film, R-1 gearboxes, microelectric motors of various powers, glow and compression micromotors of various types, and not just MK-12V and “Rhythm”, modern paints.
But... there was nothing of this in the instructions and specifications of that time, which Oblon also used, they simply did not keep up with everything new that appeared in those years.
There was also a lack of modern methods of working with children and... people who could work in a new way.
So, although the children at our SUT were busy with something, for many this pastime was not very useful.
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