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Children of our yard

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Children of our yard



"Children of our court,
Your wings are strong
And yesterday's game
Tomorrow will be true. ”
Samuel Marshak


Yard Boyhood brotherhood. The basics of honor. Soviet childhood would have been unthinkable without courtyard friendship and special rules of behavior. At one time, I noticed one entertaining detail - quite a lot (although not all!) Liberal figures declared their hatred for “soviet friendship”, for yard kids, who were just waiting to kick a good violin boy (or book). Like, even then began mutual alienation. The division into "smart" and - "cattle", despite the fact that small snobs always turned out to be divided, while the proletarian shoots found 1001 a reason to rally. It was annoying. It is annoying so far.

The opposition gentlemen are hardly exaggerating when they say that their elemental and childish anti-Sovietism originated at a tender age, in the sandbox, in the process of ill-fated socialization. Alas, they already had the reputation of strangers - they were not accepted by that very Leningrad street. Or Moscow, Voronezh, Tyumen ... Of course, no one thrashed anyone for points and a violin, for school fives and a love for slinging. The hatred of the court fell upon the arrogant and mean. On those who betrayed and betrayed. Those who complained to the mother or grandmother, who always sat near the entrance.

Look - all our youth literature devoted to Soviet beingness, one way or another, concerned the courtyard, street environment. Even if they were fairy tales, like "Old Man Hottabych." This is exactly the story, the story of Nikolay Nosov, Yuri Nagibin, Vladislav Krapivin, the verses of Agnia Barto, Sergey Mikhalkov and Samuel Marshak, but since we started talking about St. Petersburg boys, Radiy Pogodin with his Keshka, Mishka, Tolik and “ Brick Islands. And now a closed, arrogant - seemingly - boy who always wanders past moves into their house. He is amused. Then - becomes the object of hatred. And now - the moment of truth. "- Before the first blood or the whole force? “With all my strength,” said Sima, not too loudly, but very strongly. This meant that he agreed to fight until the end, while his hands were raised, while his fingers clenched into a fist. It doesn't matter here whether you are bleeding from your nose or not. Defeated is the one who says: stop, give up ... ". Further we learn that Sima-Semaphore is not at all a coward, and not a rag, but a worthy boy. Own Accepted.

Approximately the same situation is created by Vladislav Krapivin in “Pigeon in Yellow Glade”. So, we have a baby musician in front of us, a baby gift. Bunny goody. He is cited as an example to all unlucky and playful children: “Such boys, probably, exist on purpose in nature to please aunts and grandmothers. He strides a clean one, drags a violin in a case, looks at his feet so that he does not scratch his lacquered shoes. Combed, in a yellow suit, on the neck even a bow is also bright yellow, with black peas. The arrows are pressed on the trousers ... ”And this time the young intellectual showed himself - he showed that he is not afraid of a fight. If Pogodin painted precisely Petersburg children, then Krapivin is the singer of the Russian province with its original, ancient towns. But, as we see, the conflict is still the same.

Moscow writer Yuri Nagibin in his "Chistoprudnom" cycle displays the image of Pavlik - a noble friend. In their company, he always played the role of Athos: “I did not feel in myself that nobility that constitutes the main feature of Athos, which my friend Pavlik fully possessed”. Playing musketeers, the boys eventually defeat the local rowdy who terrorized the whole quarter. And, as it should be, they beat the first: “My first blow again opened the locks in his snub nose. Another blow - and, kalyabaya hands on the cobblestone, Lyalik spun round on the pavement. " In 1941, all these boys — bad and glorious, obedient and mischievous — went to the front. "Seryozhka with Malaya Bronnaya and Vitka with Mokhovaya". They learned to be loyal and brave still there, in the courtyard, when they had to fight "wall to wall" with the local punks. At one time, I happened to hear the phrase that yesterday's high school student won a war graduate of the 1930 school of Stalin. All this is true, however, teachers and pioneers - this is half the battle. They taught theories, but the "practice" was comprehended in street battles and yard companies. There did not forgive pettiness and lies. Because in the near future it was this and it was read, it was felt: “Ah, the war, what did you do, mean: our yards became quiet, our boys raised their heads - they matured until then ...”

Marshak has the following lines: “Children of our yard, you are its owners, / Chapaev’s cavalry is playing in the yard”. The meaning of the verses is simple - today we play, and tomorrow we will fight and build. "The children of our yard, sailors, pilots, / And the time of military work will come for you." By the way, this thing of Marshak is significant and noteworthy from the point of view. historical, social point of view. Firstly, we are shown children from the elite quarter. The author immediately brings us up to date: “Many heroes live in the yard. / But the guys recognize the rule as follows: / You are proud of your father, a noble citizen, / But be a good fellow yourself, And not just your son. ” However, in almost any “privileged” house, besides heroes and big bosses, ordinary people also lived - though the latter lived in communal apartments, while the “Stalinist Falcons”, of course, had a separate living space.

But the community partnership was based on different criteria - few people were worried about family status. Material values ​​- even more so. To be the son of a military commander is not so much an honor as an additional duty, and if you are a scumbag, a snitch and a rokhla, you will be beaten. Or - humiliatingly ignore. The time of pompous "majors" with their clothes, "wheelbarrows" and father's merit has not yet come, and the guys were friends with those who were brave, inventive, and interesting in communication. Curiously, what are the kids from the "cool" house doing? Besides the fact that they are playing Chapaev’s cavalry ... “Who built a bridge across the ditch in the courtyard, / Bridge on the Volga, on the Dnieper, will build for glory. You are preparing to build Dneprostroi in the game. / You grow up in the yard where the heroes live. ” That is, the yard itself is the starting point, and not just a place for playing, fighting, hustling and climbing roofs. "Children of our yard, Chkalovsky house, / Yesterday you flew away from the airfield." Young heroes of our books never played just like that - they either learned something, or opposed the evil in the face of a juvenile urki, or - they plotted something ambitious, like escaping to the North Pole.

Authors of children's stories, portraying courtyard customs, taught life. Here, for example, the famous story of Nikolai Nosov “Fantazery”. At first it seems that the thing is about nothing: the boys are fooling around and inventing fables. But the moment of truth comes when the third appears. This one is “reasonable”, does not like to compose and does not know how, which is typical. Everything about the case. Why wander into the void when you can lie with profit? "And here. Last night, mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I climbed into the buffet and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: no matter how I get it. Took Irka lips jam smeared. Mom came: "Who ate the jam?" I say: "Ira." Mom looked, and she has all her lips in jam. This morning she got from her mother, and my mother gave me more jam. That’s good. ” Summary: “Go away! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you. ” And then the guys meet that very tearful Ira and treat her with ice cream. The moral is straightforward: you can’t even sit next to the scoundrels, not to listen to their stories. The trick was condemned. The word "profit" sounded like a curse. Benefit was considered comme il fot only in one case - when it was nationwide.

Yard rejected and mama's sons. In the stories of Yuri Sotnik this motif is often played up. The protagonist is a purely homely boy who is cared for and courted by parents. He is not a moral monster and not a snitch. He just hasn't tried to be independent yet. The boy’s suffering is further aggravated by the fact that the girl Aglaia, his impossible dream, despises his penny. “Aglaya was right there in the yard. She jumped on one leg, pushing a pebble in front of her, heard the whole humiliating conversation between my father and my mother and inserted from time to time, without addressing anyone: - Do! Since six years I have been alone at home, and that’s nothing! ”

Tellingly, the courtyard - already as a meeting place, fellowship and meeting - was often depicted in youth fiction. A typical example is the early things of Vasily Aksyonov. “Under the window is whistling. A friend and classmate of my Dima, Alik Kramer, is walking around the yard. I can see from above his hair, separated from the side by a string of parting, glasses, a festival shawl around his neck and bony shoulders covered with a jumper. Dimka appears. He is wearing an evening suit and bow tie. Dressed in the same way, the bruiser-basketball player Yurka Popov, the son of our house manager, fits. The company smokes. I remember very well how pleasant it is to smoke when you finally win this right. And the guys, you see, enjoy lighting a cigarette in front of the whole house. But they are very restrained, not verbose, like true dandies. ” Aksenovsky boys are yesterday's boys from the poems of Marshak and the stories of Nosov. They matured, as, incidentally, their funny classmates prettier, turning from girls with pigtails into spectacular young ladies: “Galina Bodrova, the charming girl of modern design, fits on heels with pinks. I really like Galinka. Everything brightens around when it appears. In my opinion, even Dimkin’s physiognomy brightens when Galya appears. Once they fought here, under these windows. ” The place of yesterday's games, fights and children's meanings turns into a starting point - they leave from here to return by another person. The yard becomes cramped. And the first love - also come from here. “He will grow up, will become famous, he will leave his penats. / It will be a tight street for this huge love. ” Yaroslav Smelyakov created the inimitable type of the Soviet 'girl next door', which accompanied all our love lyrics, and in fact the very cultural tradition. From the poem to the song, and from the song to the film, the many-faced but recognizable “good girls of Lida” wandered. And here I recall these lines of Lev Oshanin: “And we have one girl in the courtyard, / She is inconspicuous between noisy friends. / None of the guys inconspicuous it. / I look after her: “there is nothing in her” But! “But I’m still looking, I’m not taking my eyes off ...” But over time, the yard community was a thing of the past - people moved to separate apartments, to new buildings of the same type, and there was already a completely different life.

... By the 1970-1980 years, the yard, as the focus of child socialization, lost its meaning, which, however, coincided with the total disconnection of the population. Evgeny Gabrilovich, creating in 1985-1986 the documentary “The Yards of Our Childhood” documentary emphasized that this is a bygone nature. That which will never be. Nostalgia of fifty-year-old romantics for children's games and youthful dreams. Retro-images - under the forgotten gramophone rhythms. It was then that a popular song was made to the poems of Larisa Rubalskaya: “I remember all the time / Our old yards, / Where the golden balls blossomed in autumn.” It was said that once, in those yards, there was a slow and very correct life: “Everyone returned from work, / There was no need for a telephone. / There were common concerns / And one gramophone. " Sad motive and feeling of autumn life. Although there is an attempt to smile: "From the yard lay the beginning / Love, fate, roads."

Of course, the courtyard is our bright past, but there is no reason to try to barren nostalgic. It was just and it is beautiful. At the same time, yard unity did not come to replace ... nothing. What will the future functionary say? "Computer Shooting Game" World tanks"Taught me to be brave and mobile?" Okay, if the World of Tanks. Everything is good, but after all - solid social networks. And what can VKontakte or, for example, Facebook teach? To be rude and show off? But precisely for this they beat in the yard ...
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  1. puppet
    puppet 28 December 2015 18: 18
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    Of course, the courtyard is our bright past, but there’s no reason to try to barren nostalgic
    1. 79807420129
      79807420129 28 December 2015 18: 28
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      Thank you, Galina, I read the article and remembered my childhood yard, the Cossacks of the robber, blindfolks, playing games of war and phantom, and they fought and swore forever, and not just make-believe and football and hockey until late at night, but there was a happy time, but Unfortunately you will not return it. Thank you for reading the article with pleasure.
      1. Halfunra
        Halfunra 28 December 2015 19: 08
        17
        Pain, splinter! Right in the heart. That's it, the details are not important.
        Yards! This is history. There will be no continuation.
        Apartments, cottages, Internet are divided and crushed constantly.
        Everyone himself and against all.
        A lot of things have changed. Changes are perceived with difficulty. Huge.
        It’s even more difficult to understand and accept. It’s not easy to mount oneself in this life, but it’s not realistic to teach children and grandchildren. For them, virtual reality is real. hi
      2. Tor5
        Tor5 28 December 2015 19: 18
        15
        Most importantly, our parents only worried about us in order to eat, and so - at least until midnight they gated !. They had no idea about any pedophiles. The case when a barn was hacked and a bicycle was dragged along the entire street was discussed for six months.
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      4. vovanpain
        vovanpain 28 December 2015 23: 48
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        Quote: 79807420129
        Thank you, Galina, I read the article and remembered my childhood yard, the Cossacks of the robber, blindfolks, playing games of war and phantom, and they fought and swore forever, and not just make-believe and football and hockey until late at night, but there was a happy time, but Unfortunately you will not return it. Thank you for reading the article with pleasure.

        Yes, damn, remember your childhood and tears flowing from our eyes, our childhood was both happy and good, of course there were all kinds of bruises and abrasions and games, and at that time there were no Internet and computers, but we walked until dark and our parents didn’t worry, thought they would feed the child, but they did the lessons. Don’t believe the bike if someone left it on the landing, the clothes were dried in the street and the goats were constantly clogging the goat in the dominoes in the yard. But you won’t stop now and let other children have a happy childhood .
    2. AFS
      AFS 28 December 2015 18: 29
      +6
      Quote: pupazzo
      Of course, the courtyard is our bright past, but there’s no reason to try to barren nostalgic

      Not in the eyebrow, but in the eye.
      But now there is enough sensible young growth.
      These are those who live their own minds!
      1. Vend
        Vend 28 December 2015 18: 46
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        to the yard boys who were just waiting to kick a good violin boy
        Well, not to that extent. Yes it was, I got it for wearing glasses. Until he fought back. I remember one thing for sure, nobody hit me in the back. Of the boys with violins and bespectacles, y-births were rarely raised. But two or three for one, it was. However, most often the strong had hangers-on. So out of such hangers-on something that grew up ... that is ready to sell Russia and is now sitting in the opposition and pouring mud on the country.
      2. NIKNN
        NIKNN 28 December 2015 19: 21
        +7
        But now there is enough sensible young growth.
        These are those who live their own minds!

        Each his own. Since the dashing 90s there is no that psychology of the court. Under the leadership of the fraternal boys began to shoot down in criminal gangs. The laws of justice and priority goals of friendship have changed .... request
        1. RUS69
          RUS69 28 December 2015 22: 11
          +1
          Fortunately, not everyone.
        2. CONTROL
          CONTROL 29 December 2015 09: 39
          +2
          Quote: NIKNN
          Each his own. Since the dashing 90s there is no that psychology of the court. Under the leadership of the fraternal boys began to shoot down in criminal gangs. The laws of justice and priority goals of friendship have changed .... request

          Yes, thugs "romance" badly screwed up our youth! Although there is no romance there - "stole, drank - in prison ..." And the so-called. "chanson" (incorrect, of course, the name of the genre) also screwed up; the same Tanich with "Lesopoval" - who could expect from a person with such a biography? ... Well, all sorts of people followed him - already frankly criminal "art authorities", like the same Circle ... were treated (I suspect that "minus musicians from admirers of talent" would attack), but it was indicative that a generally good man who went in the current of the conjuncture ended his life! ...
    3. starshina78
      starshina78 28 December 2015 21: 53
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      And I would be nostalgic! This is for pupazzo. My childhood is the sixties, my youth is the seventies. I am one of those who grew up in the yard, because - our parents had no time to deal with us. Mine, for example, worked at the factory and worked four for the fifth (who does not know what it is, I will explain - four nights - day off, four evening - day off, four daytime - day off). They themselves met when they fell into the night and daytime. We ourselves prepared our eggs, did our homework, cleaned ourselves (as we could) in the room, because we lived in communal apartments, we went out onto the street when we thought it was necessary, and we also left it. I am now over sixty, but our friendship is strong, as before. We share our successes and sorrows, together we rejoice at the successes of our children and grandchildren (and some great-grandchildren) and also discuss how we can help in their difficulties. I can call any of my friends at two in the morning and ask him for help, and I will be sure that he will not refuse, but will fly. Our friendship has experienced everything. We fought with each other, we fell in love with some girls, together we got into the cops for any adventures, we swore to each other that we would never betray and did not betray. The only one thing was that we began to meet more often in order to conduct someone there from where they do not return. Alas, age, sores. Half of us were in Chernobyl, others worked in dirty industries, and still others simply thumped. I have left two friends with whom friendship lasts 56 years !!! From kindergarten. Here I wrote it, but the cats themselves scratched their hearts .....
  2. The black
    The black 28 December 2015 18: 22
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    In childhood, we were sick less often than our children now ... I think that was healing: tar from trees, green apricots, tar or sour assholes of ants?))))) laughing
    1. cap54
      cap54 28 December 2015 18: 30
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      and all together: And running around tirelessly, and tar and asses ants and paternal punishment on the fifth point with a strap for leprosy - all this activated our immunity (the doctors proved it) ... and now? Vaccinations, sitting at the computer, lack of movement and all that stuff plus air, heavy and musty, as well as, importantly, food then and now ... All this makes our children weak and weak !!!
      1. CONTROL
        CONTROL 29 December 2015 09: 54
        +3
        Quote: cap54
        ... What now? Vaccinations, sitting at the computer, lack of movement and all that stuff plus air, heavy and musty, as well as, importantly, food then and now ... All this makes our children weak and weak !!!

        ... And they ate like this: in the summer, on vacation, in the morning - on the river, swimming, fishing ... Slowly we get the fodder beets (pieces 4-5, they are so hefty) from the collective farm field (grass, well! ...) , fodder carrots ... The fish will catch for dinner; they baked and cooked it all at the stake, for a dozen boys ... Where are the restaurants there! ... after a 5-6-hour bath in the river and fishing ... swept away to the grinding of spoons along the bottom of the pot!
    2. a housewife
      a housewife 28 December 2015 19: 11
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      And for dessert, white acacia clusters are fragrant! We read books all, and gave them to read, and library ones - retold. And then they drove through the streets - to the war room, to the Indians and to the elusive avengers! I was one girl among four boys. No one has ever offended anyone. But there was a fifth. They beat him a couple of times. What a boy with a violin! A boy throwing stones, a striker with a stick from around the corner, screaming nastiness from behind the fence. What is called - a patient on his head. And he ended his life at the age of 20 in prison, where he was simply killed. It is his memory that poisons the memory of those years!
    3. Siberian1965
      Siberian1965 28 December 2015 20: 00
      +4
      And h..r knows him. Damn it was already breaking a tear.
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    5. Colonel
      Colonel 29 December 2015 09: 46
      +4
      Quote: Black
      was medicinal: resin from trees, green apricots, tar or sour assholes of ants

      Exactly, and also a plantain, it was necessary to spit on it and stick to the tattered knee.
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  3. Denis Obukhov
    Denis Obukhov 28 December 2015 18: 23
    19 th
    I would not romanticize the Soviet courtyard punks. This "socialization" has a lot to do with knocking predators into a flock. Only if in living nature such "socialization" is conditioned by the laws of the struggle for survival, then the courtyard hooliganism pursued the goal of domination, subordination of the weak to their will. No socialization comes from idleness and low culture. Real socialization can only be within the framework of the WHOLE society, and not within the courtyard "authorities" warring among themselves. Real socialization takes place only in joint LABOR, in work collectives, in the fields, on construction sites of the great socialist country, and not in idleness and not in a "collective" pursuit of pleasure. It is necessary to clearly distinguish between the socialization of PEOPLE and the "socialization" of CATTLE from the gateway.
    However, domestic fame quickly ended. Hooliganism grew up, acquired families, children, went to the factory, where the work team without any problems put in place any gangster. They became silk, even joined the party and did not like to remember their non-good childhood in the yard ...
    1. corn
      corn 28 December 2015 18: 31
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      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      Hooliganism has grown up, has acquired families, children,

      Hooligans, for the most part, went to jail, since those who kept the "bump" in the yard usually already had connections with the criminal world. The rest of the inhabitants of the "yard" were leaving for normal life.
      True, it should be noted that the "yard" taught to be responsible for their words.
      1. shasherin.pavel
        shasherin.pavel 28 December 2015 18: 52
        +4
        Quote: corn
        Hooligan, went to prison for the most part,

        He walked through the corridor and finished with a "wall" it seems ... V. Vysotsky.
        1. moskowit
          moskowit 28 December 2015 19: 57
          +2
          "The corridors end with a wall,
          And the tunnels are brought out into the light ... "(V.Vysotsky)
    2. hrapon
      hrapon 28 December 2015 18: 42
      +7
      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      I would not romanticize the Soviet yard shit ..


      Are you quoting someone or is this your personal experience?

      In the courtyards then not only the punks grew. I also grew up in the yard. The yard was called an officer, because was populated by the families of dismissed officers. In the neighborhood we were strangers. There was a lot of good and bad was not a little. Because this is life ... This article is about.
      1. Reptiloid
        Reptiloid 28 December 2015 19: 25
        +5
        My previous comments are close in time -? My mother grew up in such a courtyard, there were several such courtyards in a row. A generation of mother's parents went to visit each other for another 30-40 years, after moving. And my mother has that girlfriend.
    3. EvgNik
      EvgNik 28 December 2015 18: 45
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      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      This "socialization" has a lot to do with knocking predators into a flock.

      You are wrong, Denis, very wrong. It was a school of life. Yes, it happened and fought, and smoked secretly. But more learned to be friends, and oddly enough to love their homeland. And the current disunity and sitting at the computer will not lead to anything good, children should lead an active lifestyle.
      Real socialization takes place only in joint LABOR, in work collectives, in the fields, on construction sites of the great socialist country, and not in idleness and not in a "collective" pursuit of pleasure.

      No slogans needed. And it’s not about those courtyards in the article that you read about, apparently in books (with punks and thieves in law, those just involved petty majors in their companies).
      Great article. My childhood was remembered as in reality.
      1. Dryuya2
        Dryuya2 28 December 2015 21: 05
        +6
        Quote: EvgNik
        You are wrong Denis, very wrong

        stop feeding TROLINA already
        what did he say there ???? good
        This "socialization" has a lot to do with knocking predators into a flock.
        .
        laughing laughing - laughing out loud
        http://zavtra.ru/content/view/deti-nashego-dvora/
        stop feeding TROLINA already
        1. EvgNik
          EvgNik 29 December 2015 05: 19
          +2
          Quote: Dryuya2
          stop feeding TROLINA already

          Yes, judging by the document, Denis did not give his opinion, but stupidly torn someone else's. And this happens when you want to seem very smart. Shawal for this and cons.
          1. Dryuya2
            Dryuya2 29 December 2015 09: 19
            +4
            Quote: EvgNik
            but stupid

            so this is not the first time yes
            PEOPLE put "+", "-" - discuss, and to whom ??? request
            1. Reptiloid
              Reptiloid 29 December 2015 19: 47
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              Sorry --- confused with the signs, increasing in size. Your debtor.
    4. Coconut Tima
      Coconut Tima 28 December 2015 18: 49
      +3
      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      It is necessary to clearly distinguish between the socialization of PEOPLE and the "socialization" of CATTLE from the gateway.

      It seems you did not get weak! And the violin was taken and the eye was beaten more than once!
    5. Dimy4
      Dimy4 28 December 2015 19: 16
      +6
      The article is about ordinary children from ordinary working families who, growing up, went through the first stages of socialization in their small courtyard collectives. They comprehended life through live communication, through sports games. And it’s not necessary that this courtyard environment criminalized the growing generation in the future. In the years described, no one wanted to be a gangster. This is the prerogative of the 90s
    6. corn
      corn 28 December 2015 19: 25
      +2
      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      I would not romanticize the Soviet yard punks.

      Denis. I completely agree with the first part of the article. I don't understand the "cons". There are much more minuses and pluses than comments. The people are getting smaller and probably don't know what the courtyards of the 50s and 60s are. A photograph - no later than the summer of 1962, but according to my feelings, earlier.
      1. corn
        corn 28 December 2015 20: 15
        +2
        Denis. I misspelled the phrase "I completely agree with the first part of the article." It should sound like this: "I completely agree with the first part of the COMMENTARY"
      2. EvgNik
        EvgNik 29 December 2015 05: 29
        +5
        Quote: corn
        People are getting smaller and probably don’t know what courtyards of the 50s and 60s are

        I am from those times. Moreover - I am a bespectacled man from the 4th grade and the son of teachers. He spent half of his summer in his homeland, and half of his summer with his grandmother in Dobryanka. He was his here and there. They used to call names, but everything happened, but much more good.
    7. sharp-lad
      sharp-lad 29 December 2015 01: 15
      +3
      Why do you label many worthy people who grew up in courtyards as "punks"? I also grew up in courtyards, but I am not an anti-social element, on the contrary, I bring benefits to society with my work!
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    9. avva2012
      avva2012 29 December 2015 06: 26
      +4
      Denis, you are a human being, and people are such living creatures that cannot live without socialization. You oppose "wildlife" and "yard hooliganism". So, we, everything, are living nature. Instincts are there. Scientists call all this intraspecific aggression. And if the child has not gone through the school of "yard hooliganism", then he is not viable. That is, it is viable in limited conditions. And in these greenhouse conditions, his internal aggressiveness will look for other ways out. It will go inward to self-destruct or outward, and will often appear in a perverse form. In our childhood, the author of the article correctly says, "that we studied ...". I would add, they learned to live. Look, read what is happening in the West. The most prosperous countries rank first in terms of suicide, taking antidepressants, and the number of perverts. They didn't go through socialization, they didn't fight, they don't know how to behave with other people. From here hatred arises, just from misunderstanding. The people around them seem to be monsters with which to fight. Isn't that the reason why so many Europeans are now jihad lovers? Yes, and with the liberals, everything is fine. The same hatred, from the fact that they were "deuces" in childhood, and in life grabbed.
      1. forumow
        forumow 29 December 2015 10: 03
        +2
        Quote: avva2012
        Isn’t that the reason for so many Europeans now, jihad lovers?

        I agree! The point here is not at all in jihad or Islam in general, but in the fact that its representatives mainly come from traditional, still, societies where everything is in order with socialization. And trying to join the first, "civilized Europeans" are actually looking for psychological compensation for what they were deprived of in their own atomized societies. The same can be said about Russians - residents of big cities.
        I will also note one more related point. More than once I noticed among our immigrants from the South that their boys are constantly spinning in the company and running errands with their older male relatives. Their men are not shy about bringing up their heirs. In our country, in families, in educational and educational institutions, all these important points are almost entirely given to women's hands. And this has been going on for a long time - from those times for which we are nostalgic here. But women do not educate a man - in the full sense of the word! And then the grown girls face a shortage of "real men", because their peers were brought up by the same and the same as themselves.
        Moreover, even girls should, to a much greater extent, be brought up under the guidance of male guardians. "Mama's son" and "daddy's daughter" are completely different meanings and attitudes towards them!
        1. Reptiloid
          Reptiloid 29 December 2015 19: 42
          0
          In confirmation of your words. Recently, a documentary film is a little boy in ISIS. A hostage, so that his mother does not run away. The bandits taught the language, prayers, shoot, conspiracy, disassemble and assemble the machine with their eyes closed, carried everywhere with them, explained that Infidels must be killed. And how to distinguish them. The house didn’t want to. I wanted to return from home and scolded my relatives. Here.
    10. CONTROL
      CONTROL 29 December 2015 10: 08
      +2
      Quote: Denis Obukhov
      I would not romanticize the Soviet courtyard punks. This "socialization" has a lot to do with knocking predators into a flock. Only if in living nature such "socialization" is conditioned by the laws of the struggle for survival, then the courtyard hooliganism pursued the goal of domination, subordination of the weak to their will. No socialization comes from idleness and low culture. ... It is necessary to clearly distinguish between the socialization of PEOPLE and the "socialization" of CATTLE from the gateway.

      Yes. the fracture occurred somewhere at the turn of the 60s and 70s ...
      Then appeared the "Kazan phenomena", "tyap-bloopers" and te de: youth gangster groups, not weak, by the way, prepared in terms of education and general culture of young people. Is the "spiritual heritage" depleted? Has the differentiation of society increased by material wealth, "by the color of trousers - from crimson to yellow" (tsak in the nose and twice "ku" in addition)? ...
      It seems to me that the lion's share of the blame here is on the Communist Party, "the inspiring and guiding force of our society," which had significantly degraded by that time! No wonder Stalin planned a gradual withdrawal of the Communist Party from the "leading and directing" ... perhaps for this he "died in the country" ...
    11. starshina78
      starshina78 29 December 2015 10: 53
      +5
      For Denisa Obukhova. As you described "socialization", then you might think of us, (the Soviet courtyard punks "could not work out anybody except bandits, lumpen. For your information: I and my friends had, probably, 20 drives per cop, we were registered in the "Children's room of the police", but despite this, we turned out to be quite normal people. One of my friends (he was still the otorov, he did not climb out of the cop), graduated from the institute, was the leading specialist of the project, the smartest man, unfortunately he is not Another, no less hooligan, became an excellent doctor - venereologist (sometimes they turned to him out of old memory), the third became a pilot, now he is in charge of DOSAAF in retirement, and that can be said about many. turners, locksmiths, steelworkers, someone turned the steering wheel all their lives. The most important thing is that we have become people who honestly worked in production, we have raised children, now we are raising grandchildren and great-grandchildren, we we should be proud that we have not lived our lives in vain. Yes, we didn’t grab the stars from heaven, we didn’t become moneybags, business tycoons. Not so educated! Most of us come from working-class families, and with what pride our parents boasted to their neighbors and colleagues at work that we entered institutes and technical schools. They acted on their own, and not with the help of rich dads and mothers. Yes, in our childhood, not everything was cloudless. There are those who went to the zones, some disappeared there, but one must understand that Article 206, Part 1 (hooliganism) could have been earned then easier than drinking a glass of vodka. And having got there once, not all then scrambled out. There were those who began to live like Lenin: first in prison, then in exile. I also have such friends. One spent 36 years in the zone, so what? no need to judge that era. It was better than the present time.
      1. Colonel
        Colonel 29 December 2015 20: 03
        0
        Well said hi
  4. MIKHALYCH1
    MIKHALYCH1 28 December 2015 18: 24
    +2
    Yes, normal people are still growing among us ... Lost generation of the 90s? Where are they now, the most patriots! And our time, this is ours, and now it’s calm. They can explain everything to them .. Must understand and support! So I think .. (and in computers they rummage clearly, I myself am always surprised!))))
  5. veteran66
    veteran66 28 December 2015 18: 25
    +8
    I managed to catch that "yard" time ... I even feel sorry for today's children, despite the abundance of toys we could only dream of.
  6. hrapon
    hrapon 28 December 2015 18: 32
    10
    Yes. I remembered ... Rolled .... Rolled.
  7. corn
    corn 28 December 2015 18: 40
    +1
    Quote from the article:
    "To be rude and brag? And it was for this that they beat in the yard ..."
    They beat in the courtyard both the weak and those who could not stand up for themselves and those who could not find a job. And, actually, it was different. The myth about the "courtyard", created by the author, is very similar to the myth about the prison, that rations are not taken there.
    1. sharp-lad
      sharp-lad 29 December 2015 01: 19
      0
      In memory, carried through the years, bad moments of the past rarely remain. I prefer to remember only the best, and the rest ... Yes, and remember that is not always possible!
  8. Grach710
    Grach710 28 December 2015 18: 41
    +4
    I completely agree with the article, our libernie is a layer of courtyard chukhans who can’t stand not for themselves, nor for the country, nor for (to blame) their woman. Such a layer is not served, nor sat. But at the same time they hate others terribly. hi
    1. Halfunra
      Halfunra 28 December 2015 19: 18
      -2
      Not only others, but their own kind.
      While we were building our bright future, with our help they were building their future, in which they dreamed, to bend us. Their yard.
      Of these, a galaxy of traffic cops, fire controllers, sanitary orderlies, etc .....
      1. emercom1979
        emercom1979 28 December 2015 21: 44
        +2
        Apparently you have come across bad fire inspectors from the families of officials. I, being an inspector of the GPN, knew that I would have to answer if the object caught fire, and it was also possible to extinguish it (most of the inspections were replacement nachkars). And in our courtyard, and now our company is gathering and helping each other friendly.
    2. corn
      corn 28 December 2015 19: 37
      +1
      Quote: Grach710
      A layer such as not serving, nor sitting.

      Strange logic. Either the army or the prison. The army simply develops in man what has been laid down in him since childhood and does not correct the mistakes of upbringing, by the way, like the prison.
      Raising a subordinate in the army is clearly not a primary goal. It’s necessary for me, an officer, that a subordinate fulfill his task not by washing, so by skating, Sorry that he is not a political officer.
      1. Vladimir 1964
        Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 20: 45
        +1
        Quote: corn
        Strange logic. Either the army or the prison. The army simply develops in man what has been laid down in him since childhood and does not correct the mistakes of upbringing, by the way, like the prison.
        Raising a subordinate in the army is clearly not a primary goal. It’s necessary for me, an officer, that a subordinate fulfill his task not by washing, so by skating, Sorry that he is not a political officer.

        "Normal logic" not served. I am not a political officer either. hi Yes, and I never had them, because of that, there were only 69 people in reconnaissance, even deployed in a group of troops, and the deputy political officer in the Soviet and Russian Army was laid down from 75.
        I have the honor, colleague. soldier
        And with your opinion, I absolutely agree. hi
      2. Grach710
        Grach710 28 December 2015 21: 40
        0
        I have a DMB 91-93. There was a time like that. Not an army but a dog. I served in the Caucasus near Vladik — well, there are at least Ossetians — count yours, and in other places to the city only on bats. In the State Bank for salaries of infantry fighting vehicles and special forces. Here is a guide to libernie and undershots.
      3. Uncle VasyaSayapin
        Uncle VasyaSayapin 29 December 2015 10: 47
        +1
        "The upbringing of a subordinate in the army is clearly not the primary goal." Usually people, when they say so, mean that they do not care about this issue at all. For a teacher, upbringing is not a primary task, the main thing is to teach !, from parents - to feed and shoe, dress, from a doctor - to give a pill, from an official - to report to the authorities and pass on the loot, from a tradesman - to sell, from a businessman - to make a profit. So everything is fine, everything is fine in our country and society. Everyone lives right and honestly. Especially "touched" the phrase: "the army .... by the way, like a prison." F *** ing shame in uniform.
  9. Vladimir 1964
    Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 18: 48
    +6
    Thanks Galina, recalled childhood. I grew up in Grozny, all my life I remember this city only from the good side, but it was difficult, but grew up a hardy and not afraid of problems man. Although I love Grozny of those times, I participated in operations to work in the republic in modern times, but I did not lose my love for the city of my childhood, no matter how wild it seemed. THANKS for the article, YOU'RE GOOD, if only because you raised this problem. YARD for raising a child is perhaps the most important thing. hi
    1. Stauffenberg
      Stauffenberg 28 December 2015 19: 47
      +1
      Good afternoon. And you where in Grozny lived, if not a secret.
      1. Vladimir 1964
        Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 19: 58
        +1
        Quote: Stauffenberg
        Good afternoon. And you where in Grozny lived, if not a secret.

        Yes, it's not a secret colleague, most of the time in the 2nd town, in the 18th house, but in the end, on Pervomayskaya, behind the ambulance station, in the "stalinka". He studied first at school 4, at Boronovka, then at 41, at the stadium.
        If you have a colleague lived there, I will be very glad to talk. hi
      2. Vladimir 1964
        Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 20: 50
        0
        Quote: Stauffenberg
        Good afternoon. And you where in Grozny lived, if not a secret.


        Colleague, I've already written to you twice in a personal message. I am extremely interested in the person who asked this question. hi
  10. corn
    corn 28 December 2015 18: 54
    +1
    Regarding the author’s excursion into literature, an old joke about socialist realism was recalled:
    Lame on his left foot, a curve on his left eye and a dry-handed man on his left hand, the paddies called on three artists and ordered his portrait to be painted.
    The first artist painted the padishah crooked, lame and dry-armed and was executed, he did not like the portrait of the shah because of the truth (remember the portraits of Gorbachev MS without a birthmark).
    The second painted the eyes of the padishah, aligned his arms and legs, and was executed for untruth.
    The third painted a padishah on horseback, with a saber in his hand on the right side and was kindly and awarded.
    The first artist was a representative of realism, the second - idealism, and the third became the founder of socialist realism. To whom to attribute the author of the article - decide for yourself.
    1. Reptiloid
      Reptiloid 28 December 2015 19: 16
      0
      There are many books about socialist realism at home. My favorite one is E. V. Nikolaeva "Art and the working class" L. "Artist of the RSFSR" 1983. But there are also about the union republics.
    2. Colonel
      Colonel 29 December 2015 20: 09
      0
      Quote: corn
      To whom to attribute the author of the article - decide for yourself.

      Of course to the realists. My childhood was exactly as described in the article. Of course with some nuances.
  11. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 28 December 2015 18: 56
    +3
    Thanks to the author for the article. Probably, in every family there is a photo of such Soviet yards. And we also.
    Quote: Denis Obukhov
    I would not romanticize the Soviet courtyard punks. This "socialization" has a lot to do with knocking predators into a flock ....

    Probably a lot depended on who lived in the houses surrounding the courtyard. There are various examples in films, books, stories. Relatives said that in some courtyard they always repaired something. In the other, towns or bast shoes or dovecote , or something else. There were different games, both mobile and at the table. At the same time, there were fights of one region with another. The border is on the avenue. I don’t know the details of these fights for various reasons.
    I heard that yard friendship has been for life.
    1. Vladimir 1964
      Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 19: 29
      +3
      Quote: Reptiloid
      Probably a lot depended on who lived in the houses surrounding the courtyard. There are various examples in films, books, stories. Relatives said that in some courtyard they always repaired something. In the other, towns or bast shoes or dovecote , or something else. There were different games, both mobile and at the table. At the same time, there were fights of one region with another. The border is on the avenue. I don’t know the details of these fights for various reasons.
      I heard that yard friendship has been for life.

      Excuse me, colleague, sorry for you, you have lost a lot. hi
      1. Reptiloid
        Reptiloid 28 December 2015 20: 06
        +4
        What can I do --- sorry - not sorry. "They don't choose the times. They live and die" I also say --- I had to be born earlier .... And who would have done it --- gave birth earlier? That place on the Petrograd side, I see those courtyards. A large area related to the Academy. Where certain people lived with the photo, the house on the embankment of Admiral Lazarev, where grandfather's friends lived. From the photos and stories. It's a pity that this was a different country.
        1. Vladimir 1964
          Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 21: 03
          0
          Quote: Reptiloid
          What can I do --- sorry - not sorry. "They don't choose the times. They live and die" I also say --- I had to be born earlier .... And who would have done it --- gave birth earlier? That place on the Petrograd side, I see those courtyards. A large area related to the Academy. Where certain people lived with the photo, the house on the embankment of Admiral Lazarev, where grandfather's friends lived. From the photos and stories. It's a pity that this was a different country.


          Repeat, my colleague will not. And on the other hand, I don’t have the right to .... hi
      2. corn
        corn 28 December 2015 22: 20
        0
        Quote: Vladimir 1964
        You have lost a lot.

        And how much he can get. He can even become old, but personally, I am young - never. There is even such a joke: Youth is a flaw that passes over the years or the young will still become old, but the old young will not.
        1. Reptiloid
          Reptiloid 29 December 2015 06: 52
          +1
          I, of course, understand that the past never returns anywhere. But if an article on VO happens to be suitable, then I combine it with stories or suitable films, imagine how everything could have been different. In general, in everything. Again, the theme of science fiction ---- "others time lines "widespread: literature, cinema. Somehow I have not seen publications about the conspiracy against Khrushchev. And if only it was possible?"
    2. CONTROL
      CONTROL 29 December 2015 10: 19
      +4
      Quote: Reptiloid
      At the same time, there were fights of one region with another. The border is on the avenue. I don’t know the details of these fights for various reasons.
      I heard that yard friendship has been for life.

      Vizbor, "Volleyball on Sretenka" ...
      Do you remember, friend, a team from our yard,
      Post-war - above the rope - volleyball,
      While for the section we have not stolen the grid
      The fourth number is Kolya Zyat, a famous thief.
      And the first number on the pitch is Vladik Kop,
      The owner of the dreaded tarpaulin ball
      Which if you hit someone in the forehead,
      You can establish death without a doctor.
      And the fifth number, our defender, Max Charol,
      Which is famous for its wild leaps,
      And also because he is king in algebra,
      But the yard does not blame him at all.
      Said Gireev, our janitor’s son,
      Stolen merchant and fiery player.
      Serega Mukhin, letting go of his mustache,
      And in the past - a humble author of these lines.
      Yes, this is our generation, -
      The rudiment in today's worlds,
      Like semi-rigid mounts
      Or radio in the courtyards.
      Like semi-rigid mounts
      Or radio in the courtyards.
      But the enemy - he is impudent and brawler,
      For games, he wears a razor, then a gun:
      Here a famous terrorist captains,
      The son of the Assyrian, the Assyrian Leo Uranus,
      Known for not trembling before the authorities,
      He threatened the beast-director with a desk,
      And he threw a desk from the sixth floor,
      But, unfortunately for the school, I didn’t get it.
      Two tanks and two queens converge
      Here is our Elba, a meeting of troops of distant countries:
      The thief’s Kolya-in-law walks,
      Towards - hands in trousers - Levochka Uranus.
      This is where the movie begins.
      And pours spice into this dish
      Belova Tanya, looking out the window, -
      Intra-district genius of pure beauty.
      Well, without a fight? Volleyball is so volleyball!
      Knives set aside before the fateful meeting,
      And Kolya's Son-in-law is already a terrible stake,
      Taking off, like Schagin, over the clothesline.
      Yes, and this is our generation -
      The rudiment in today's worlds,
      Like semi-rigid mounts
      Or radio in the courtyards.
      Meat section. Central market. The day is over.
      And thirty years have passed - oh God, thirty years! -
      And the Assyrian seller tells me:
      "Of course I remember volleyball. But there is no meat!"
      Said Gireev - this is a surprise! - hooked slightly,
      Then again, then fought off the guys.
      And Kolya-in-law went to the landing troops,
      And there, according to rumors, he quite found himself.
      And Max Charol is again a protector and a hero,
      He has a secret identity and shelter.
      He was so zealous for the grave bomb,
      What became a member by the name of Petrov.
      And Vladik Kop went to the town of Sydney,
      Where is the ocean, ballet and drink in the morning
      Where, of course, there is no sleigh or workdays,
      And also there is no stake and no yard.
      Well, okay, that's not the point,
      May God grant that Vladik accumulate some money there.
      But where will he find our old Sretensky yard? -
      This is a pity, this is really a pity.
      Well, then, everyone chose faith and life,
      Fifty games in death by winning in a row.
      And only the major of the landing troops N.N. Zyatiev
      Lying shot under the city of Herat.
      Stop screaming! Quietly, Sretenka, do not cry!
      We became all your common destiny:
      Those who were pulled into this frivolous match
      And who is tied has become a clothesline.
      Yes, our generation is leaving -
      The rudiment in today's worlds,
      Like semi-rigid mounts
      Or radio in the courtyards.
  12. corn
    corn 28 December 2015 19: 01
    +3
    And also about the author's excursion into literature (for those who are interested in my comment). There were also some other opinions about the relationship in the "yard".
    I think that few will deny the contribution of Vysotsky V.V. into Russian and Soviet poetry and song. Song title: About Earring Fomin.
    It is enough to type these three words in the search engine and you can read the text and listen to the song itself.
    1. WUA 518
      WUA 518 28 December 2015 19: 05
      10
      Quote: corn
      contribution of Vysotsky V.V. in Russian and Soviet poetry and songs

      Amidst the burning candles
      And evening prayers
      Among the trophies
      And peace bonfires
      Book children lived
      Not knowing the battle
      Languishing from small
      Its disaster.

      Children are always annoyed
      They grow up and life, -
      And we fought for abrasions,
      To great insults.
      But latali clothes
      Mothers on time,
      We swallowed the books,
      Drunk from the lines.

      Sticky hair to us
      On sweating foreheads
      And sucked in the stomach
      Sweet from the phrase
      And shook our heads
      The smell of struggle
      From the pages turned yellow
      Flying on us.

      And tried to comprehend
      We who did not know wars
      For war cry
      Taking a howl
      The secret of the word "picaz"
      Boundary
      The meaning of attack and clank
      War chariots.

      And in boiling boilers
      Previous slaughter and trouble
      So much food for the little ones.
      Our brains!
      We are the role of the traitors
      Trusov, Judah
      In their children's games
      Assigned enemies.

      And the villain's footsteps
      They didn’t let it cool
      And the most beautiful ladies
      They promised to love
      And, having calmed my friends
      And loving others
      We are the heroes
      Introduced yourself.

      Only in dreams
      Run away completely:
      A short century of fun -
      So much pain around!
      Try your hand
      Have the dead open
      And take guns
      Of the strained hands.

      Test capturing
      With a warm sword
      And wearing armor
      How much, how much!
      Figure out who you are
      Or the chosen one of fate,
      And taste it
      Real fight.

      And when it crashes nearby
      Wounded friend,
      And over the first loss
      You howl, mourn
      And when you're skinless
      Will stay suddenly
      Because they killed him -
      Not you, -

      You will understand that you learned
      Distinguished, found
      By the grin he climbed:
      This is a grin of death!
      Lies and evil - look
      How their faces are lips!
      And always behind
      Crows and coffins.

      If, the path is clear
      Father's sword
      You are salty tears
      I wound it around my mustache
      If in a hot fight
      Tested that how much -
      So, the right books
      You read in childhood!

      If meat with a knife
      You didn’t eat a single piece,
      If the hands are folded
      Watched down on me
      And did not enter the fight
      With a scoundrel, with an executioner, -
      So in life you were
      Not at all, not at all!
      1. AFS
        AFS 28 December 2015 19: 26
        +1
        Quote: WUA 518
        Amidst the burning candles
        And evening prayers
        Among the trophies
        And peace bonfires
        Book children lived
        Not knowing the battle
        Languishing from small
        Its disaster.

        What swords and bows we made!
        1. corn
          corn 28 December 2015 19: 30
          11
          Quote: AFS
          What swords and bows we made!

          And what about self-propelled guns? And slingshots made of rubber bandage or rubber for cord models, but on silk stockings or a ball with a "dumbbell"? Nostalgia. And now the chimney is lower and the smoke is thinner.
          1. moskowit
            moskowit 28 December 2015 20: 02
            +4
            The most chic rubber for a slingshot was from a gas mask ....
            1. Vladimir 1964
              Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 21: 21
              +4
              Quote: moskowit
              The most chic rubber for a slingshot was from a gas mask ....

              The most "chic" rubber for a slingshot, a colleague, was from "Hungarian". In several layers! In this matter, not even sports, the gas mask does not "stretch". Excuse me, Nikolai Ivanovich, "lousy", you were a hooligan. hi
              1. 1rl141
                1rl141 29 December 2015 00: 12
                +2
                Quote: Vladimir 1964
                Quote: moskowit
                The most chic rubber for a slingshot was from a gas mask ....

                The most "chic" rubber for a slingshot, a colleague, was from "Hungarian". In several layers! In this matter, not even sports, the gas mask does not "stretch". Excuse me, Nikolai Ivanovich, "lousy", you were a hooligan. hi


                The most luxurious rubber for a slingshot was a medical rubber tourniquet. And what is a "Hungarian"?
                1. Colonel
                  Colonel 29 December 2015 20: 18
                  0
                  Quote: 1rl141
                  And what is "Hungarian"?

                  "Round" rubber, white, but better than blue. Officially used for rubber motors in models, unofficially in slingshots and shotguns that shoot bobbins.
        2. moskowit
          moskowit 28 December 2015 20: 06
          +3
          Especially after the screening of the Polish film "The Crusaders". In our town, in the courtyard of a grocery store, where the wooden boxes were folded, a watchman was placed. Painfully, glorious swords were cut out of these boards, and we took covers on the shields from the boils ...
          1. Vladimir 1964
            Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 21: 29
            0
            Quote: moskowit
            Especially after the screening of the Polish film "The Crusaders". In our town, in the courtyard of a grocery store, where the wooden boxes were folded, a watchman was placed. Painfully, glorious swords were cut out of these boards, and we took covers on the shields from the boils ...


            It was so. Nikolai Ivanovich, I hope that they were not offended by the gas mask. hi
            1. moskowit
              moskowit 29 December 2015 09: 23
              0
              Not even a bit. The fact is that then all possible improvised means were used, and young men already learned about bandage rubber when it became fashionable to "swing" with the use of rubber. And it was more often dry, torn, but that was already in the second half of the 60s ...
      2. Halfunra
        Halfunra 28 December 2015 19: 31
        +1
        Everlasting memory! You can’t say better.
        Taking off my hat. hi
  13. gelezo47
    gelezo47 28 December 2015 19: 13
    12
    My childhood passed in the seventies, the beginning of the eighties in the courtyard of miners' two-story buildings. The courtyard fraternity was in the first place! They stood against each other! They were friends with neighboring yards, but there were clashes with other areas ...
    On summer evenings, they gathered for sheds around the campfire. They brought potatoes and baked in a campfire, told horror stories, or who read an interesting book. Well, they smoked while imagining themselves adults. bast shoes, etc. And in winter, hockey, the construction of fortresses, ice-skating ...
    Parents could not drive home. There was a great childhood! ... good
    1. Vladimir 1964
      Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 19: 30
      +3
      Quote: gelezo47
      My childhood passed in the seventies, the beginning of the eighties in the courtyard of miners' two-story buildings. The courtyard fraternity was in the first place! They stood against each other! They were friends with neighboring yards, but there were clashes with other areas ...
      On summer evenings, they gathered for sheds around the campfire. They brought potatoes and baked in a campfire, told horror stories, or who read an interesting book. Well, they smoked while imagining themselves adults. bast shoes, etc. And in winter, hockey, the construction of fortresses, ice-skating ...
      Parents could not drive home. There was a great childhood! ... good


      Totally, colleague, I support you. hi
    2. AFS
      AFS 28 December 2015 19: 34
      +2
      Quote: gelezo47
      Parents could not drive home. There was a great childhood! ...

      1. sabakina
        sabakina 28 December 2015 21: 40
        +8
        Well, since such a booze has gone, I’ll also insert my own accordion, or rather an accordion.
        There was a time, now. We played "Cossack-robbers", drew asphalt on squares with chalk ... yes, yes, and I jumped into these "classics"! They jumped from the barn into the snowdrift, built huts in the trees, played war games, who with what, my father personally bought a kind of "Kalash" in the store (I don't remember the price), I remember, for some reason, it was white ... The main thing is the emblem of the Airborne Forces was there. They cut my legs and arms ... During one such game, in winter, in the evening, I fell and came across a broken bottle below the knee joint. Mother is shocked, I am calm as a boa constrictor. Then the truth, I was tortured to smear Vinshevsky ointment .. And the kites from the newspaper? We have at least 3-4 snakes constantly hanging over the cities ... Where are the snakes? ... crying
  14. Mountain shooter
    Mountain shooter 28 December 2015 19: 28
    +4
    Eh, the courtyards of our childhood. They fought in blood, but respect could be won without a massacre. Skills and knowledge were appreciated. Dexterity in games. The ability to play musical instruments - the guitar, for example. And yes, the punks had to "regulate". I was lucky from birth, and my growth came out, and God did not offend by force, and I successfully took up boxing ... But some had to "drive" respect into the subconscious. And it became very dangerous, they dabbled with knives. Three young people left the yard, one for murder. That was still a courtyard ...
    1. Vladimir 1964
      Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 19: 39
      +4
      Quote: Mountain Shooter
      Oh, the courtyards of our childhood. Fought in the blood


      But still not lost in life ...? Or am I wrong, Eugene? hi
  15. aba
    aba 28 December 2015 19: 32
    +4
    Yes ... such an era in the past.
    I remember that then there was a problem to drive home (even hunger did not always bring home), and now it is difficult to drive out.
    The court essentially gave the first lessons of the socialization of man.
  16. Andrey VOV
    Andrey VOV 28 December 2015 19: 55
    +5
    Quote: Black
    In childhood, we were sick less often than our children now ... I think that was healing: tar from trees, green apricots, tar or sour assholes of ants?))))) laughing

    Ass ants super and still chewing resin from cherry trees)))
    1. Vladimir 1964
      Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 22: 39
      +2
      Quote: Andrey VOV
      Ass ants super and still chewing resin from cherry trees)))


      Oh, colleague, in our yard there was a mulberry tree, and a couple of kilometers away were abandoned (old) apricots and huge orchards. How many arms and legs were broken there is incomprehensible to the mind. But what memories. good
  17. starchina pv
    starchina pv 28 December 2015 20: 05
    +2
    GOLDEN TIME !!!!!! sorry not to return.
    1. sharp-lad
      sharp-lad 29 December 2015 01: 24
      +2
      But you can try to give it to children and grandchildren.
  18. Stauffenberg
    Stauffenberg 28 December 2015 20: 05
    +1
    It was a lot like that. They ate ranetki, blew up ampoules, cartridges, slate, dichlorvos spray cans. I was surprised to find out that I understand a lot from the hair dryer.
    1. Colonel
      Colonel 29 December 2015 20: 28
      0
      Quote: Stauffenberg
      blew ampoules, cartridges

      Exactly, like a spioneer at a construction site a pack of construction cartridges. At first they blew one at a time simply on the gas burner, loudly, but not effectively. Then they stuck the remainder in titanium ... the door tore. Serega didn’t go out for a week, his father’s belt, you know.
  19. dropout
    dropout 28 December 2015 20: 27
    0
    As an illustration, a children's joke of a modern courtyard.
    Sandbox. Boy and girl.
    D.: - And I have a scoop.
    M. is silent.
    D.: - And I have a bucket.
    M. is silent.
    D: -And my dad bought a car.
    M: - And I will piss you!
  20. olgen58
    olgen58 28 December 2015 20: 48
    0
    Quote: coconut tim
    Quote: Denis Obukhov
    It is necessary to clearly distinguish between the socialization of PEOPLE and the "socialization" of CATTLE from the gateway.

    It seems you did not get weak! And the violin was taken and the eye was beaten more than once!

    П
  21. olgen58
    olgen58 28 December 2015 20: 58
    +2
    I would also add that youth remembered. But seriously, the article is very good. In my youth, if someone else’s caretaker escorted a local girl, then while he didn’t touch him with her, then a lice test started and if he stood up to it, then nobody would ever touch him again and, in principle, the yard spirit would always kill before future drudges
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  23. anfil
    anfil 28 December 2015 21: 25
    +7
    Do not worry you all, our childhood will return, you will also joke, only slow down



    - Where does childhood go? !! ... - YES it does not go anywhere !!!!!! It is hiding ... and then in old age .... kaaak will pop out ...

  24. Kaiten
    Kaiten 28 December 2015 21: 35
    +4
    outskirts of Moscow, our neighborhood was divided into quarters. a walk into the neighboring quarter without a knife or a sharpened screwdriver was fraught. quarters fought among themselves. but sometimes united for fights with Moscow Region. uniform - kirzachi and quilted jacket. highest chic - army pea jacket with a collar.
  25. Vladimir 1964
    Vladimir 1964 28 December 2015 22: 46
    +4
    Oh, Galina. You can’t even imagine what a good article you wrote. It is a pity that the admins do not allow you to put another plus. I am sincerely grateful to you, for childhood memories, with all my heart. good hi
  26. Kostya
    Kostya 29 December 2015 00: 21
    +2
    Great article, read with pleasure!
  27. Roust
    Roust 29 December 2015 00: 38
    +3
    Our generation was lucky, we grew up in the yard ... Descendants, unfortunately grow at home at the computer ... It's a pity ...
  28. guest arbeiter
    guest arbeiter 29 December 2015 04: 40
    +2
    In my yard I have no peers left ... Mohican ... b ...
  29. oblako
    oblako 29 December 2015 04: 46
    +2
    Judging by the comments - most of the old do not agree with the new reality in the root ... Well, Che, I join))) And I’m nostalgic ...)))
    1. CONTROL
      CONTROL 29 December 2015 10: 30
      +2
      Quote: oblako
      Judging by the comments - most of the old disagree with the new reality in the bud ...

      No, there are pluses in this - new - life! ...
      And our children: they are not us, although in some ways they repeat us ... They are different, and very different! Like "biting midges" in "Ugly Swans" by the Strugatskys ...
  30. Chulman
    Chulman 29 December 2015 09: 32
    +5
    Yeahhhhhh !!!! That reminded so reminded! My mother gathered a piece of iron titina (mulberry) into my mug, and there was a small hole in the bottom. I was completely small, I chopped the tyut with my fist, and ran the juice from it ... through this hole. Here I then smeared with them all, until my mother saw. I almost fainted. I'm all black and purple. Washed me off for about a month. laughing laughing laughing