70-80's children dedicated

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If you were a child in 60, 70, or 80, looking back, it’s hard to believe that we managed to live to this day.

In childhood, we drove cars without seat belts and airbags.

Riding in a cart drawn by a horse on a warm summer day was an ineffable pleasure. Our cots were painted in bright colors with high lead content. There were no secret lids on the medicine bottles, the doors were often not locked, and the cabinets were never locked.

We drank water from a column on the corner, not from plastic bottles.

No one could have imagined riding a bike in a helmet. Horror.

For hours we were making carts and scooters from boards and bearings from the landfill, and when we first flew from the mountain, we remembered that we had forgotten to attach the brakes.

After we drove into the thorny bushes several times, we dealt with this problem. We left the house in the morning and played all day, returning when the street lights were lit, where they were. All day no one could find out where we are. There were no mobile phones! It is hard to imagine.

We cut arms and legs, broke bones and beat out teeth, and no one sued anyone. Happened all.

Only we were to blame, and no one else. Remember? We fought to the blood and went bruised, getting used to not paying attention to it.

We ate cakes, ice cream, drank lemonade, but no one got fat, because we rushed and played all the time. Several people drank from one bottle, and no one died of it. We did not have gaming consoles, computers, 165 satellite TV channels, CDs, cell phones, the Internet, we rushed to watch a cartoon with the whole crowd in the nearest house: there were no video players either!

But we had friends. We left the house and found them. We rode greats, made matches on spring streams, sat on a bench, on a fence or in a schoolyard and chatted about what we wanted.

When we needed someone, we knocked on the door, rang the bell, or just stopped by and saw them. Remember? Without demand! Yourself!

Alone in this cruel and dangerous world! Without security! How did we survive?

We invented games with sticks and cans, we stole apples in the gardens and ate cherries with stones, and the bones did not germinate in our stomach.

Everyone has ever signed up for football, hockey or volleyball, but not all were in the team. Those who did not fall learned to cope with frustration. Some students were not as clever as others, so they remained for the second year. Benchmarks and exams were not subdivided into 10 levels, and grades included theoretically 5 points, and 3 points in fact.

At recess, we poured water on each other from old reusable syringes!

Our actions were our own. We were ready for the consequences.

Hiding was not for anyone. The concept that you can pay off the cops or retreat from the army, almost did not exist. Parents of those years usually took the side of the law - can you imagine !?

This generation has created a huge number of people who can risk, solve problems and create something that was not there before, simply did not exist.

We had freedom of choice, the right to risk and failure, responsibility, and somehow we just learned how to use it all. If you are one of this generation, I congratulate you. We were lucky that our childhood and youth ended before the government bought freedom from young people in exchange for “commercials”, “mobile phones”, a factory of stars and cool crackers ...

With their general consent ... For their own good ...

In fact, there are not seven wonders of the world in the world, but much more. Simply, we are accustomed to them and sometimes do not even notice. Well, isn't that a miracle the first Soviet aftershave tool? Remember? Pieces of the newspaper?

And such a miracle as tuning the car "Moskvich-412"? Remember?

5-penny coins around the perimeter of the windshield, fur wheel, epoxy handle gearbox with a rose and, of course, a police cap on the rear window.

And the gum from the pants - it's also a miracle! After all, she keeps both panties and tights and mittens perfectly!

Pie with jam - well, isn't it a miracle? You can never guess which side of the jam will come out!

Another inexplicable miracle - please raise your hands, those who had a normal teacher of labor ... and not an alien?

And such a miracle, like a string bag with meat behind a window leaf? Remember: getting to get - dumplings fell!

But this wonderful mother’s divorce: “I’m buying you now, but this is for your birthday” ?!

Or this magic grandmother phrase goodbye: "Just return the banks!"

Do you remember the Dnepr refrigerator, with such a handle? It's a one-armed bandit! Pull the handle - banks fall out.

And by the way, what is still lying in the refrigerators on the side door?

No, not eggs. And not ketchup. On the side door there are ... medicines!

Free medicine is also a miracle. The doctor is one, and the queue two - one for coupons, and the second by appointment. And the third was also - “I will only ask!”

Yes, how many more of them, these wonders of the world ...

A small window from the kitchen to the bathroom - what is there to watch, explain?

Shoe spoon-horse ...

Tooth powder - brushes both teeth and silver ...

Manneken Pis on the toilet door ...

TV "Ruby" - you take passatizhi and tyn-tyn-tyn!

Anchorage ... remember?

Milk in triangular packs!

And you say: "Seven Wonders of the World!"

We used to do a lot of things such that now it would not even come to mind. Moreover, if you today at least once do what you did all the time, they will not understand you, but they can accept you as a madman.

Well, for example, remember, machines with soda water. There was still a faceted glass - one for all. Today, no one would even think of drinking from a common glass! (Today it will be stolen five seconds after installing the machine, exactly three seconds before the machine itself is dragged off ...) And before that, everyone drank from these glasses ...

The usual thing! And no one was afraid to catch some infection ... By the way, these glasses were used for their business by local drunks. And imagine, just imagine this - they RETURNED the glass on the place! Do not believe? And then it was - a common thing!

And people hanging a sheet on the wall, turning off the lights and mumbling something under their breath in the dark? Sect? Not! Earlier in each house there was a ceremony, which was called - hold your breath - filmstrip! Remember this miracle ?! Who is running the projector of filmstrips now?

Smoke brings down, acrid smell throughout the apartment. This tablet with the letters. What do you think? Indian great priest Aramonetrigal? In fact, it is you-gi. Millions of Soviet children burned postcards to mothers on 8 Martha: “Mommy, congratulations on International Women's Day. I wish you a peaceful sky above your head, and a bicycle for your son. ”

And everyone was sitting in the bathroom, and on the lowered toilet seat, and in the dark - and the luminaries there were only a red lantern ... Guess? .. They printed photos. All our life in these black-and-white photographs printed by our own hands, and not by the soulless uncle of Kodak. Well, you remember.

Yes, we were like that, but we became like that:

1. By mistake, you type your system access password in the microwave.

2. You have a list of 15 numbers to contact your family, which consists of 3 people.

3. You send an e-mail to your colleague that is sitting in the next room.

4. You have lost contact with your friends or family because they do not have an email address.

5. After work, you go back home and answer the phone as if you were still at work.

7. You fall into a state of panic if you left the house without a mobile phone, and you return for it.

8. You wake up in the morning and the first thing you do is connect to the Internet, even before you drink coffee.

9. You tilt your head to the side to smile: -)

10. Now you are reading this text, you agree with him and smile.

11. Worse: you already know to whom you will forward this message.

12. You are too passionate to notice that the 6 number is not in this list.

13. It took you only a second to run through the message again and make sure that the 6 numbers really aren't there.
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  1. +1
    23 October 2013 14: 11
    Quote: mirag2
    It seems like there were no maniacs, but now I remember, there were. And even an investigator came to our school and talked about this. And he showed me an identikit.

    During the Soviet era, while studying at the philology department, we were preparing to become teachers. Developmental psychology was read to us by a man who often consulted the police in his line of work. He told us all sorts of things - no one missed a lecture during the whole time, everyone sat with their mouths open and listened.
    So, regardless of the system in the country, there are always some freaks, outcasts, etc. Some of them become this way due to circumstances, while others have mental disorders at a literally genetic level. The task is to control them, and if found, then as quickly as possible.
    Homeless people (and there were such people, although the numbers cannot be compared with the present time) were regularly caught and subjected to sanitation, anti-tuberculosis, anti-diphtheria, etc. vaccinations, assigned to hostels, and given work. 5 percent of the total number ran away - they were sick with dromomania. It is impossible to treat, but the only way to stop the infections they carried was through systematic raids and sanitary treatment.
    It’s the same with maniacs - everything can be traced, because most of them show cruelty in childhood. And for this they ended up in the police nursery. And they were registered there. And even if the maniac was missed, it would not be difficult to quickly find him. And they found it - they just didn’t scream about it on every corner - people just worked. As Zheglov said: “The level of crime in a country is determined not by the number of thieves (maniacs), but by the state’s ability to neutralize them.”
    By the way, (according to the same teacher, then already a pensioner), in the 90s all archives and file cabinets were destroyed under the slogan of human rights violations. And at 96 he went to the USA to give lectures on methods for early detection of signs of mania and ways to counter maniacs. And there he remained.
  2. +1
    23 October 2013 14: 15
    Thanks to the author! Indeed, that’s how it was, although everyone has their own little differences, but everything is the same as 35 years ago, although I didn’t write about parties with a fastening tape recorder, but it’s all in vain. Thanks again.
  3. +5
    23 October 2013 14: 17
    The most important thing is that children then were more developed physically and their brains began to work inventively. Now - buy this, buy that. Consumers. What was elementary for us is a miracle for them. Making a slingshot is already a problem. And home-made fireworks are comparable to receiving the Nobil Prize. Clear degradation.
    1. +1
      23 October 2013 16: 24
      I worked as a civilian in a military unit. They gave me 2 soldiers to help me dig a small hole. At first I thought they were being silly, that they couldn’t dig. There were stones, compacted earth, tree roots... Then I saw bloody calluses on their hands, but the matter is still not moving. I realized that they really don’t know which side to take the shovel from. He spat and dug it himself. The guys were stunned. However, me too, with today’s youth. I didn’t think this was possible. laughing
    2. 0
      26 October 2013 10: 19
      Quote: Vasya
      The most important thing is that children then were more developed physically and their brains began to work inventively. Now - buy this, buy that. Consumers.

      During the times of the USSR, we, the children of that time, “were the pride of the country, we were strength and hope,” and in the liberal Russian Federation, children are an unnecessary burden and problem.

  4. +3
    23 October 2013 14: 26

    Yes, this is our childhood...
  5. MG42
    +4
    23 October 2013 14: 33
    Until now, for the new generation of the 90s and XNUMXs, it’s a secret how we managed without computers and without mobile phones and without Wi-Fi with the Internet together fellow
    70-80's children dedicated

    It was Shatunov who was fantastically popular at school discos in the 80s, theme song >>

    And showdowns between districts, let me have a light or 10 kopecks... it was popular, which district are you from? who do you know? drinks
    1. +1
      23 October 2013 16: 31
      It happened. I remember my friend and I were walking home from school in the evening, not in our area. There was a crowd ahead. I said, “Sanya, maybe we’ll go around, there’s a lot of them there... Answers - X... they’ll fall louder.”... I remember I managed to hit one in the face laughing
      1. MG42
        0
        24 October 2013 03: 07
        Quote: magadanets
        It happened. I remember my friend and I were walking home from school in the evening, not in our area. There was a crowd ahead. I said, “Sanya, maybe we’ll go around, there’s a lot of them there... Answers - X... they’ll fall louder.”... I remember I managed to hit one in the face

        Back in school, a friend of mine had his tooth knocked out with a water valve, the valve was put on his fingers, it turned out to be brass knuckles, the forces were unequal, 3 against 8 but nothing, but everyone was alive and had something to remember, and they sent some small kent, if you offended him, a big gangster was waiting around the corner, There were noble makhachis, microdistrict after microdistrict, there was a reason, it’s noteworthy when the cops came to a mass fight, waited for it to end, cordoned off and loaded those lying down into bobbies... And on the collective farms, what happened to the locals at the discos... wassat All available means were used, even metal rods from beds..
  6. yan
    +2
    23 October 2013 14: 42
    We are nostalgic for the state of mind that we had in the Great Power, and we ourselves allow the liberals to stutter about the further division of Russia
  7. +2
    23 October 2013 14: 54
    When we needed someone, we knocked on the door, rang the bell, or just stopped by and saw them. Remember? Without demand! Yourself!

    The morning began with one of your friends, standing under your balcony, screaming at the top of his lungs, calling you by name on the street!!!
    And remember Moscow hide and seek!!! while the “driver” (that’s what they called the one who was looking for everyone) runs around the barn in which everything was stored: bikes, old tools, even chicken coops, you run headlong, climb a tree and wait for your finest hour to get to the horse without being caught ))).

    In general, I grew up in a military town where Tu-22s were based. That was the time. They constantly made up stories about UFOs, secret training grounds and underground bases, and not far away - 2 or 3 km. from the town, there was a power station destroyed during the Second World War with its underground tunnels. Only heroes could go down there and then, with an important look and eyes full of mystery, talk about their impressions until the evening.

    What about cartridges or the neck of a plastic bottle with a rubber band stretched over it and a rowan berry inside??? ahh??? Do you remember how painful it was to get hit between the eyes with such a projectile???
    http://topwar.ru/uploads/images/2013/309/ipoz64.jpg

    How many fruits and vegetables were eaten from the tree or garden? Now it’s not possible to buy that much, the salary won’t allow it ((.

    Reading the article, I almost shed a tear!
    Author, this is a huge plus for you. Well done for raising this topic. Thank you!
    P.S. PROUD TO BE BORN IN THE USSR!!!
  8. +1
    23 October 2013 15: 03
    and the holidays were Holidays, it was difficult to confuse March 7 with something else, there was a city full of half-dead tulips, but they were sincerely rejoiced.
  9. +1
    23 October 2013 15: 04
    And sometimes we didn’t lock the doors to the apartment when we walked through a 16-story building. They played ball all day, and klek (knock down a white bottle with a piece of a hockey stick from different distances). Yeah, it was a good time...
  10. +1
    23 October 2013 15: 28
    I read the article and the comments, it was like taking a ride in a time machine to my golden childhood. Okay, that's how it was... good
  11. Yankuz
    +1
    23 October 2013 15: 34
    Stop rubbing salt in the wound! My childhood in the 70s and 80s is like a sweet dream! And in the late 80-90s I woke up, just after the army, and was horrified! And still do! It is a pity that our children do not have the same happy childhood that we had.
  12. +2
    23 October 2013 15: 45
    I read the entire article and comments from magazine readers. It’s amazing that all the statements are kind and heartfelt. Recently, my friend’s son, whom he had once appointed general director, contacted me. We discussed the issues, and then I asked my friend’s son: “When you’re at home (in Makhach Kale), go to the cemetery and bow to your father. It was a happy time, everyone was alive and young, We often met then in Rosul Gamzatov’s house. And I created as the head of the State Administration of the Ministry of Radio Industry of the enterprise in Dagestag.
  13. +1
    23 October 2013 15: 49
    Distant childhood. School years. Lessons in the classroom (former house of a dispossessed peasant). On holidays, we ate candy three times a year. My favorite war game. The lucky ones had real machine guns and machine guns, German ones of course. rusty without closures. The main points of food are the fields and gardens of the native collective farm. Sometimes you run to your grandmother’s house to drink milk. You can’t go home, mom won’t let you go out there anymore. If you run away to play with friends, then for the whole day. By the end of summer, the soles of our feet (we ran barefoot all summer) resembled the soles of soldiers' boots: thick. burst, and the skin is almost black from the sun and dirt. What a happy time it was!
  14. 0
    23 October 2013 15: 58
    And for us, the most chic thing was to rummage around construction sites, and if at the same time you find a pack of construction cartridges, then this is generally the ultimate dream.
    And it’s also cool to throw a sheet of old (only old) slate into a fire, or a piece of carbide into a bottle of champagne or dichlorvos - all the grandmothers from the area came running... It was fun, and the cleverness worked.
  15. +1
    23 October 2013 15: 58
    It turns out that I am not the only one suffering from this incurable disease - NOSTALGIA.
  16. +2
    23 October 2013 16: 03
    We were lucky with our childhood, but today's kids are FUCKED. They get drunk and poisoned with drugs, the school dulls them, the majority do not have the basics. Potential degenerates are growing up without honor and conscience, with anger in their souls for everything...
  17. ed65b
    0
    23 October 2013 16: 13
    And we put nickels on the rails and when a diesel locomotive passed along them they turned into beautiful medallions smile Oh childhood. It only happens once, but you remember it all your life.
  18. -4
    23 October 2013 16: 14
    I don’t know about you, but I think this text has no place on a military website.
  19. +3
    23 October 2013 16: 30
    A BEAUTIFUL FAR. WHAT A PITY FOR TODAY'S CHILDREN.
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  21. +1
    23 October 2013 17: 00
    And it all comes down to the leadership of the country. It appeared to me in the form of an inverted tree, and the “branches” permeated all the structures. Accordingly, the policy of human upbringing was supported at all levels. Education of human, one might say biblical, traits and commandments. And it was not just upbringing, but support for a person at almost all stages of upbringing and growth. Here you have guidance and support: district and city committees, trade union committees and people's control. One could turn to the leadership of any structure and find support and understanding, and the culprit was punished!
    It was. But then our “tree” began to “rot” and rot from the root system...
    The direction was disrupted, the branches did not support each other, and the leaves fell off. Our mighty tree, the USSR, withered and collapsed....
    Much more can be said, but... Who agrees with my conclusions and who does not...
  22. +7
    23 October 2013 17: 26
    WE LIVED WELL - WERE NOT AFRAID TO COMMUNICATE LIVE, AND NOT THROUGH ANY BELLS. AND THEY COULD HAVE MADE THINGS WITH YOUR HANDS THAT YOU CAN’T BUY ANYWHERE NOW.
  23. soldier's grandson
    +1
    23 October 2013 18: 02
    and I remember how I immediately signed up for 2 sections of boxing and wrestling, I came home at 12 at night, my parents were there and the police had already started looking for me, a month later the boxing coach kicked me out of the section when he found out that I also go to wrestling. Now it seems to me that There is nothing better than the school canteen and the school New Year with holidays
    1. 0
      25 October 2013 20: 23
      - Yeah! In the canteen there was amazingly delicious cocoa and shortcakes for 10 kopecks. smile
  24. turbo_chan
    +2
    23 October 2013 18: 07
    I've been reading the site for a long time. But only now I decided to register: a very strong article, but the comments of the forum members made an even stronger impression. Comrades! (what a wonderful word!) Thank you very much! You overwhelmingly expressed my thoughts! I'm just a child from the 60s. That's how it was. I am ready to subscribe to every word. Fortunately, I read the article with comments by the end of the working day (I sympathize with those who read it in the morning), I won’t go drinking because I don’t like it, but tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t even try to wipe it, no one can see it in the separate office anyway. I'll add my sketch from there. I don't think anyone wrote this. I lived in a military aviation town. We had access to unlimited quantities of aircraft scrap metal (unfortunately, MiG-19s were regularly damaged), and there was, in particular, magnesium (wheel rims). And from magnesium sawdust with potassium permanganate, I’ll tell you, such explosive packages were obtained..., purer than any sodium. Although, it’s a matter of taste who had access to what. Even better rockets were made from powder sausages wrapped in foil (this happened in the Kaliningrad region, there was no shortage of gunpowder there); at worst, plastic teeth from combs or old photographic film were suitable as rocket fuel. And yes, the smoke canisters from that film produced great smoke, but that has already been written about...
    There were a couple of poisonous comments here about nostalgia for a cloudless childhood. But I will say this, nostalgia is not for childhood (although for that too), but for the Great Country, the one and only, my Motherland - the USSR, betrayed and lost. There is no need to say that we lived poorly but cheerfully. We did not live poorly, but very richly by today’s standards, and the vast majority, and not like today, a minority in chocolate, and the rest only in memories. The feeling of a Great Country is worth a lot. It doesn’t exist now, this feeling, now there is more often bitterness and anger at those who rule. And only in the situation with Syria there was a bit of a whiff of forgotten sensations. And then every day you fearfully expect that everything will suddenly end and we will retreat, as we have retreated many times over these quarter of a century. I share the bitterness of the loss of the Country with all members of the forum. But, I tell you, not everyone today sits and grieves in powerlessness. There are, you know, people who decided to make it their life’s work to revive the USSR, and not just repeat it, but do it better, taking into account all the failures and mistakes. And these people are already working - I’m talking about “The Essence of Time” by Kurginyan. Based on some comments, I can conclude that there are representatives of the SV on this forum. The Sutevites themselves consider the likelihood of achieving the goal to be low, but they still work. And the comments to this article just show that we have a chance to revive the USSR from the ashes, if everyone who commented here today looks around, finds a cell and joins it, or at least begins to be interested in the activities, maybe Sometimes he’ll come to a rally and start subscribing for the newspaper. Bit by bit, by grain, by drop and stream, a stream may well be formed. There are a lot of drops, but they need to be drained together. And then our country has a chance to be reborn!
  25. +1
    23 October 2013 18: 08
    Well, and finally.... Control, so to speak...
    http://www.15kop.ru/
    Old Soviet slot machines... You can even play some online. Feel nostalgic for your health =)
  26. Raven
    +1
    23 October 2013 18: 14
    Our answer from '96

    In childhood, we drove cars without seat belts and airbags. we, too


    We drank water from a column on the corner, not from plastic bottles. also until the column was covered, but the well is always in place wink

    No one could have imagined riding a bike in a helmet. Horror. we would have worn it, but it wasn’t there!

    For hours we were making carts and scooters from boards and bearings from the landfill, and when we first flew from the mountain, we remembered that we had forgotten to attach the brakes. they made a homemade springboard and used bikes wink

    After we drove into the thorny bushes several times, we dealt with this problem. We left the house in the morning and played all day, returning when the street lights were lit, where they were. All day no one could find out where we are. There were no mobile phones! It is hard to imagine. but we didn’t have flashlights. Our house was surrounded by thick forest wassat And the rest. like the author

    We cut arms and legs, broke bones and beat out teeth, and no one sued anyone. Happened all. no, we were peaceful, in most cases wassat

    Only we were to blame, and no one else. Remember? We fought to the blood and went bruised, getting used to not paying attention to it. and was lol

    We invented games with sticks and cans, we stole apples in the gardens and ate cherries with stones, and the bones did not germinate in our stomach. with sticks, they didn’t steal fruit, we had our own uneaten ones laughing + wild berries


    During breaks, we doused each other with water from old reusable syringes!" It happened, but not at school (they took it away)
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  28. Jarik56
    +1
    23 October 2013 19: 05
    Class! I immediately remembered my childhood! drinks
  29. +2
    23 October 2013 19: 09
    Why doesn’t anyone remember the wonderful holidays and solemn parades, holidays about which today they are bashfully silent. We can talk about them and talk about them. Yes, it was joyful.
  30. +1
    23 October 2013 19: 52
    Damn the author wrote everything about me!
  31. kaktus
    +1
    23 October 2013 20: 00
    An exhibition like “Back to the USSR” was held in the library. What kind of artifacts did the people bring! The girls walked around as if in a museum, they were surprised, they turned all these things... they were delighted! good
  32. VikDok
    0
    23 October 2013 20: 01
    Quote: lewerlin53rus
    Yeah, I also remember carbide


    Sometimes we remember the flights of a metal barrel using carbide wink
  33. Shaman 21101973
    +2
    23 October 2013 20: 02
    Quote: Civil
    Every generation writes similar posts, and the author is already annoying that everyone is putting pressure on their exclusivity and looking for cheap popularity.

    Please pay your attention to the rating of the article.
    And draw a conclusion.
    I want to add just one thing. This was our childhood. And like any childhood, these are the best years of our lives.
    What was your childhood like?
  34. +1
    23 October 2013 20: 05
    The author took and described our common childhood, thanks to him. The story with the slingshots had to be highlighted separately, it’s just an epic, and daily “ferreting” around the gardens, often in our own.
  35. +1
    23 October 2013 20: 43
    and I'm on daddy's D.R. On June 8th at night, my friend and his sister ran into the forest to get some spears! We needed slingshots and the nights were white) although they still started looking for us) but due to the holiday they didn’t get it))) Ehhh nostalgia.. where did it all go?. sometimes our doors weren’t closed and you could knock them out with your shoulder if necessary) and also we played tag in the entrance, one caught the others with his eyes closed, we climbed the railings across the flights on the 5th floor and no one ever fell or got injured, everyday war with my older brother, the house was a mess, but 15 minutes before my mother arrived, everything was eliminated) ))
  36. +2
    23 October 2013 21: 01
    I remember when I was little, my grandfather often talked with nostalgia about the post-war years - about life, about people who by that time were no longer alive... It seemed boring to me then, but now I understand him very much... The century is different, the country is different, the people are different - everything has somehow imperceptibly become different... It’s as if an invisible page of history has turned over and a different era has begun... I imagine 30 years from now today’s children will be nostalgic over a glass of beer with phrases like “Do you remember when the 3rd Counterstrike came out?” or “Do you remember how we chatted on VKontakte?” or "Do you remember my first harvest at the Farm?" :))))))))))))) People are designed in such a way that they forget almost all the bad things and remember the good things from their childhood...

    But there is a huge BUT!!! The modern generation will probably never understand what it’s like to live in a large and developed country and be proud of it... I’m sure there have never been and never will be such shops, landfills and construction sites as in the USSR, and my childhood passed so that the film “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" seemed a pale copy of my adventures... By the 7th grade, my friends and I already knew physics and especially chemistry, not from textbooks, but so to speak, we tested everything experimentally!!! I knew in person, for example, how a TV tube, a speaker, a cassette recorder, a diode lamp and much more works... Modern children cannot understand this - a generation is growing that is far from technology - rather a generation of consumers than creators...
    And I’m also sure that if it weren’t for one well-known P-gift, our Soviet world would have continued to exist, of course, in its modern form... And I also feel sorry for those people who remember only bad things from the Soviet past - they were probably seriously deprived of something in childhood or life had thoroughly battered them!!!
  37. Kowalsky
    +1
    23 October 2013 21: 11
    Damn the author (there was another word here, but sometimes a curse word doesn’t mean what it says :)), all 13 points coincided (even the 6th one, which is not there) :)
    By the way, about the soda machine. The last one I saw like this was in Lvov, you won’t believe it, last year! He works! :)
  38. 0
    23 October 2013 21: 11
    The problem is that in childhood everything is good (even if it’s bad). But no one knows what we would be like if in those 60-70-80s there were mobile phones, and computers, and 160 channels on TV and all sorts of other “rubbish” that we now hate but “use”. In new areas (in the 60-70s) there were semblances of “gangs”, they fought street to street - even against odd, etc. In St. Petersburg (Leningrad), Moscow Victory Park was quite criminalized; a sufficient number of people who loved “evening walks” and dancing on the “skating rink” were robbed and killed there every year. As my father said, this is almost the same as what happened in the late 40s and 50s in the center (in particular Ligovka). In my opinion, we then learned to survive with what we had. Yes, we played, walked (from morning to evening, in our yard-neighbourhood), read and came up with various practical jokes (jokes) and no one can say for sure if we would have done this with today’s “bells and whistles”.
    1. In the reeds
      +1
      23 October 2013 21: 34
      I remember how they poured a hamster onto the field, they didn’t know that he was a hamster, they thought it was a gopher. And he put his face above the water and back into the hole... He bit Sashka Uryvky hard to the bone. Then I, who was always standing on the skirmish, got angry and said let me go... And when he raised his cheeks to breathe, I grabbed him by those same cheeks and pulled him out of the hole. How big the rabbit was.
  39. OLD ED
    0
    23 October 2013 21: 21
    Yes, our generation of the 70s still had childhood. Baker - yes, siskin - yes, knives or land - games that will go away with us. And there was also this one - “ears”, when with a cue ball cast from battery lead poured into the bottom of a dichlorvos cylinder instead of a uniform, they hit the ears (officers’ or sailors’ buttons, well, garrison children know). And also the first virtual games on engineering microcalculators MK-61, when for about forty minutes you enter a program printed in “Technology for Youth”, and then press a couple or three keys in the hope of smashing Mamai on the Kulikovo field or setting the correct trajectory for landing on the Moon. There were games - they couldn’t be more virtual. Advance or retreat, victory or loss are just a combination of numbers on a narrow screen, everything else is at best in your sketchbook, and more often just in your head. We made swords from thin construction reinforcement, hilts from plastic lids from a three-liter jar and blue electrical tape. I still keep the wooden sword, made after the film “Spartacus” and decorated using the same burning device. There were also homemade wooden Kalash and ultrasound. The ultrasound was done because before that, a book was taken from the children's library and read in a couple of days about Soviet pioneers who, either in Mozambique or Angola, fled from racists and found a real machine gun (or stole) of a strange shape. Of course, it was not written that it was an ultrasound, but according to my father, it was he who was drawn in the picture in the book. And of course, a bow and arrows, and an old fortress on the seashore and a war game, and trips to the "minka" for Oerlikons for the sake of tubular gunpowder, which was excellent for all kinds of rackets.
  40. 0
    23 October 2013 21: 47
    children were going to school
    washed, shaved, hungover.
  41. +1
    23 October 2013 22: 29
    And when we went to pick mushrooms, we took bread and salt into the forest, because the word “russula” sounded and meant to us.
  42. +1
    23 October 2013 22: 38
    We did not “BE”, we “ARE”!
  43. +2
    23 October 2013 22: 49
    I had a childhood....there is such a video on YouTube. And there were also cool landfills. Around all sorts of military units! They didn’t find anything there!!!
  44. lucidlook
    0
    24 October 2013 00: 07
    I read the comments. Rackets. Smoke bombs. Explosives. Sarah Connor sobs in a corner. lol
  45. wax
    +1
    24 October 2013 00: 19
    copied from the wall of Dinara Khairutdinova
    http://vk.com/aqvaria
  46. both s69
    0
    24 October 2013 03: 04
    Thank you very much to the author for the article! I read it and almost started to cry - it felt like I had returned to my childhood, to the 70s... crying
    Everything he wrote (even with the number 6, or rather, with its absence) was exactly the same for me. I really didn’t write to myself about the bicycle when I was telling my mother my wishes. smile As I remember now. True, he did not mention another fun thing for children of those years: you take 2 or 5 kopecks and rub them with chalk, or it is better to find a broken fluorescent lamp in the trash and rub them with the powder - which is inside it. If you then present them to the seller of soda or pie "eagle", they may well be accepted for 10 and 50 kopecks, respectively. I really couldn’t do it - they always “figured it out” (the seller always turned the coin over with its face value up), but the boys said that sometimes they “got it wrong”... smile My parents really scolded me for these tricks (my dad turned off all his ears)...
    Yes... “Where does childhood go? To what cities?..” Impossible nostalgia, I’m sitting at the computer, writing this message and almost crying. Wow, it touched a nerve...
  47. RAGE
    0
    24 October 2013 03: 34
    Although I’ve already seen this post somewhere, thanks for the memory good
  48. 0
    24 October 2013 05: 45
    I lived in a village and you know what? All the children in the village ran to one side to look at the drunk. For one drunk guy. It was a large-scale event. He lies there and sleeps, and we poked him with a stick, and when he moved there was such a squeal. And everyone ran away)))
  49. Heckfy
    0
    24 October 2013 06: 47
    Our fathers screwed up the Union/August, we screwed up Russia/October/. But the soda was 3 kopecks. And Yeltsin gave freedom. And it is true.
  50. 0
    24 October 2013 07: 04
    And at that time I lived with my grandmother in a house in a Siberian village. I am 10 years old, my father brought me a gun and four cartridges. At the age of 10 I had a gun!!!! But now it’s impossible!!!!
  51. +1
    24 October 2013 11: 22
    Oh, my friend and I wanted to be expelled from school 2 times. 1 time, we threw a packet of yeast into the toilet on the school grounds, 2 times, while skipping class, we snuck into the girls' toilet and smeared red hot pepper on torn sheets of newspaper. True, then our fathers flogged us until the skin on our ass almost came off; at school we were given a 3 for behavior and forced to blame us on the Pioneer line.
  52. Peaceful military
    0
    24 October 2013 22: 56
    For some reason I remembered bombs made of magnesium and potassium permanganate in a matchbox wrapped in electrical tape; flashes of magnesium in cotton wool; air from dichlorvos; ratchets on a bike from clothespins and a piece of film and much, much more. smile
  53. 0
    25 October 2013 00: 42
    We went to Brest on a train with the class, in Minsk, in a public toilet near the station, local boys “ran over” my classmates. For four years I practiced Judo, while I was walking, I thought, I would knock everyone down, if only my dear boys would remain alive.. We went into “push”, we agreed that we were leaving, and they were staying. So we said goodbye.. And then they took us from Minsk to Katyn. The road is flat, along the side there is a wasteland (cut down forest) Guide excursion. then he said that this was how the Wehrmacht counteracted the actions of the Belarusian partisans... I then forgave the gopot from the station and in general, then while I was driving I thought
  54. 0
    25 October 2013 10: 28
    It is necessary, as in “Fight Club,” to blow up all administrative, banking and other unnecessary buildings, together with their population, and we will live like human beings!))))
  55. 0
    25 October 2013 20: 12
    - They also chewed bitumen stolen at a construction site - no one died... swam along the river on an inner tube from the “lawn”, and rode “on the sausage” of a tram to friends in a neighboring microdistrict. At the age of 14, I earned as much as 90 rubles - I ran with "Lath" in the geodetic group... a Ural bicycle cost 72 rubles. And in the whole town there was only one homeless person, and he was half-homeless, so he wandered only in the summer, and by winter he returned to his "one-room apartment". And the guy brought “bubligum” from Germany - they chewed it until their jaws cramped...
  56. Lyokhin63
    0
    25 October 2013 23: 16
    To the author +++++, I remembered my childhood, thank you). But in the last 13 points, none of them agree)))
  57. ekzorsist
    +1
    26 October 2013 19: 01
    Quote: rexby63
    In summer, I earned 150 on forest plantations a month. In high school, you could plow or harvest in a state farm and earn even more than 216 rubles, but it was difficult to work there. Not everyone can do it

    ...Yes, in the 70s, during the holidays, I worked at Zelentrest... the men didn’t bother us boys very much... well, they watered the flower beds in the park, helped the women flower growers plant flowers, dug the flower beds... it wasn’t stressful and it was interesting... I don’t remember how much I earned, but I bought a “Minsk”, maybe someone remembers, back then there were such parking fines in the traffic police - sales near the “Start” stores (automotive parts, etc.). The whole yard was sorted out, repaired, then we rode!!! Gasoline was not a problem... any adult boy would splash 5-6 liters...
    Yes milk in triangles!!! With a vanilla bun, still warm!!! Now for some reason I haven’t seen such buns for a long time, there was a similarity, but for some reason they taste completely different...
    And the pistols were made from tubes from refrigerators for a small cartridge... The funny thing is that cartridges of almost all calibers and types, getting gunpowder and primers was not a big problem... and for some reason they didn’t shoot anyone!!! They didn’t throw themselves at each other like they do now with “barrels” or armatures... Maybe they were fools?
    ... Or maybe it’s the other way around - they lived correctly, even without these modern bells and whistles, but really in the Great Country!
  58. DPN
    0
    26 October 2013 23: 42
    Quote: Yashka Gorobets
    P.S. Milk from the triangle and rye bread are the most delicious food for extended periods

    When I went to the afterschool, the normal lunches were plus scrambled buns for 5 kopecks or a cake: oyster or potatoes, but of course eclairs were better. But I don’t remember black bread.
  59. DPN
    0
    26 October 2013 23: 44
    Flood protection is already boring.
    1. 0
      27 October 2013 00: 07
      the tubes were cut off from the antennas, then they spat peas, it hurt
  60. SOV1959
    0
    27 October 2013 00: 44
    So it was. It’s a pity that it ended. Now another question: how can those who were born and raised in the USSR raise their children and grandchildren correctly? So that they, being in this shit, grow up as people?
  61. DPN
    0
    27 October 2013 18: 42
    there were, but this is already 90-91 years[/quote]
    But this is because of Gorby, Germany’s best friend.
  62. grapefruit
    0
    27 October 2013 21: 30
    Childhood in a garrison in the Far East - we played “Damansky”, it was cool if my father took “regulars” to night shooting, cooler - if they were allowed to “raise the target” (press a certain button on command), even cooler - when they put him in the place of the tank commander, they told me how to aim and allowed me to press a button, even a machine gun... at the age of 6-7 years. in the 70s, in Moscow, a bag with the inscription Adidas, made of leatherette - an analogue of the Rolex of today... Transfers from the GSVG with women's photos - not even erotic, but drivers in the Union could easily bring a couple of crushed stone bodies to their grandfather's dacha in exchange for their granddaughter's translations... And training camp after the 9th grade - we were driven into a reconnaissance battalion 100 km from my dad and mom, entering the military school was even a bit boring at first - and they shot from everything (AKM, PK, RPK, PM, even PB, SVD) and the armored personnel carrier could be launched and taken out of the box....
  63. 0
    28 October 2013 08: 31
    Those were great times. And now, pedophiles, homosexuals, lesbians...
  64. 0
    29 October 2013 20: 31
    I’m ready to put a plus under almost every phrase, it was real childhood and adolescence, without vulgarity on the screen, without parents divorcing “for money” in schools, and the girl you liked didn’t ask how many Mercedes you have. Yes, the family book from the lisaped is still preserved and, unlike the republican copy machines, it works, but “Smena 8” was lost somewhere in time. Damn I'll go to the store right now crying
  65. +1
    30 October 2013 07: 33
    "Another inexplicable miracle - please raise your hands, those who had a normal labor teacher... and not an alien?"
    And I thought it was only our class that was so “lucky”! laughing
    Another unforgettable pleasure is wearing rubber boots through ditches full of water during the rain. And also bonfires in the courtyard of an apartment building, climbing trees and shooting a fort out of cubes from a toy cannon, playing jar (in our yard for some reason it was called “baker’s game”) and “sifaka” smile (catch up, only you had to “knock” not with your hand, but with a ball or some other relatively soft object that could be thrown, for example, a sock tied in a knot with sand). Simple, healthy Soviet childhood! Eeeh!
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  67. +1
    5 May 2014 21: 44
    from the site http://smartnews.ru/articles/17592.html

    I read about the comparison of education and student development in the USSR and the USA in 1958... the Americans were shocked.