long time since I flirted with the idea to write this post. The purpose of it - decorate my confused and inconsistent memories in a more or less logical textual form. Just want to say I do not know whether I regret or not that I had a grow in a very difficult time. On the other hand, there were times even more difficult - a terrible war, hungry and uncomfortable after the war. So, everything is known in comparison - compared to the war of our times seem chaotic and daring, but quite bearable spiral of historical spiral. In any case, to complain - not in my habits. As it happened, how it happened: I was pleased with his age and would not want to be older or younger and I have a story to tell.
My generation, born in the mid to late seventies, often called the "lost", "X", and Pepsi. After watching their peers, with the term "lost" I guess I agree. Many of us are really hard to find yourself. Our youth and the formation occurred in the nineties. What I remember of ninety? Difficult to collect memories and experiences together, especially since the age of 14-18 years, especially policy not interested. This is perhaps one of our characteristics. Many of the current 18-year-old has led the political activity which we, the then 18-year old, and never dreamed of. We had other interests. The most prosaic.
And we suddenly opened hitherto unprecedented freedom. Firstly, suddenly canceled a school uniform and we are a high school student, force in her mother's skirts, blouses, with painted lashes and lips. Secondly, what about a whole day doing on the street, no one especially not control whether. And doing we have that under the pen saunter through yards, partying with the boys on the benches, listening to loud "advanced stage", swearing and playing cards, purchased individually kiosk and surreptitiously smoked brown More, free to buy the same "lumpy" fake "flammable" liquids, such as amaretto, egg, coffee liqueurs and spirits Royal, who were drinking somewhere in a secluded place.
Many clubs and sections at that time already begun covered by a copper basin, in any case, не помню, чтобы кто-то, за исключением пары более благополучных подружек, куда-то ходил. Хотя кое-кто ещё успел закончить музыкальную школу или изостудию. Я в those days went to a tutor in English, but it was more the exception than the rule, in our backyards.
Taste our special one and not formed in the including, and musical. Listened to what sounded at home and in the courts - the Gaza Strip, NAU, Tsoi, DDT, Alisa, chanson. I remember in their 15-16 knew almost by heart the basic repertoire implementing the so-called chanson, because the music is played at home all day, due to the late stepfather's love to this genre. Willie Tokarev, Anybody, Krug, Petlura Krichevsky, Asmolov, Assumption, Arkady Seaerny and many more who, who can not remember. My grandfather, in addition to Vysotsky and Toto Cutugno, also not shied away from chanson performed by Novikov and Tokarev. In the courtyard, in addition to all of these have been popular Mirages, freestyle, Carolina, Appin, Combinations, Allegrova, Bulanova, and various collections in the style of disco 90's, which in those days just begun to appear. From the West our unsophisticated minds attacked Ace of Base, and Enigma. Modern Talking Abbas, Arabesque, Shoking Blue, Boney M had already considered retro and were terribly popular in the more "advanced" circles.
And, in general, look back and wonder Besides, how "clean sheet" in terms of taste, aesthetic and musical development, I was. Like most of my friends and just their peers. After all, we have no not particularly engaged - to concerts and museums have not taken, not before and not been at that time in Omsk, a special variety of "spectacle." In the holiday went very rare, there can be no expansion of horizons. Where and how the miracle in me and some of my girlfriends later awoke craving for beauty?
me, probably helped out graft from early childhood and still a great and sincere love for books. My late great-grandmother of noble blood was passionate and amazing knizhnitsa raskazchitsa. Still remember before going to bed she lay there, with a book in their hands, and read me the wonderful stories, some told by heart. Stories, mostly were about animals, whom she loved. Was a kind-hearted man. And we have at home (in babaushki with his grandfather), in a spacious hall, the whole wall almost from floor to the ceiling, there was a huge library. I am slim and nimble as a squirrel, with no ladders hopped on the edge of the shelves and from different locations and series, angling for the true treasures and tidbits - to some I have not yet matured, but something was just right. Especially loved and I had read the collected works of Chekhov, Leskov, Alexei Tolstoy, Bazhova, noses and, of course, a library of adventure! A little later, to these treasures, and joined an extensive library of his stepfather, whom he carefully and lovingly collected. In addition to the classics of our own and foreign, it was a lot of oriental literature on religious and philosophical themes, biographies of famous Artists and luxurious albums with reproductions. It was then that I was fascinated by viewing these albums, which led to a desire to look at these pictures live. For the same period, 15-17 years account and the first interest in poetry and the first attempts to write poetry. And, in general, write.
in the background - the same library.
C intake the institute, added to my hobbies hikes in the Drama Theatre, and, after a trip to Britain for language courses, a passionate love for everything English, and travel. Before the trip my studies I looked at the language as something abstract - it was the only thing I knew how good English I thought to make its profession, but this interest is likely to have come out after I talked to people who speak that language, I saw London (who fell in love immediately and permanently), to ride on the historic English and Scottish sites.
at a language school.
still saved me is that I have been actively engaged Grandma and Grandpa: My favorite books, a tutor in English, a trip to England, the warmth and comfort of the home, a delicious lunch, dinner and breakfast together, hiking with his grandfather on his work, where he was the most important, in this four-buzzing hive, which I think I knew all the lanes and alleys (my favorite corner was radiotherapy department, with its quiet, subdued lighting and wooden floors), a foretaste of that on Friday, after work, my grandfather is sure to bring something tasty - loved by many teenagers in those days Coke, sneakers or Mars, which, incidentally, not all of us could afford.
In general, the grandfather and grandmother had terminal. And the weekend that I spent with them, have laid a good foundation and I was not allowed to slide down to the bottom, as happened with many of my buddies.
luck as we had different - someone was lucky not skolotsya and can not sleep, and even go to college. And someone swamped the available drugs, nekonrolliruemym stream pouring from the nearby republics. Girls were more stable - in my sleep and surrounded skolotsya not managed to almost no. But boys are not so lucky - one after the other, or they sit in jail or on the needle, and sometimes, both together. For me it was quite a shock when, already studying the first year, I'm at the bus stop I saw two emaciated men over forty, with gray earthy person, one of whom addressed me by name. Second looked straight ahead and seemed to not recognize anyone. It turned out to my backyard pals, one a year younger than the other or the same age or slightly older, with whom we played cards and listened to the Gaza Strip. Then I probably first saw what they were doing drugs schelovekom a very short time.
Pili too much. Especially guys. To stumble and break it was surprisingly easy.
All this - the easy availability of alcohol (no one even thought to know your age the purchase), drugs, weed, lack of parental time to deal with their own children, Covering circles and sections of a copper basin, confused senior generation, the political shake-up and following these crises and defaults, rampant tyranny - all led to what many of us are really lost.
As a result, many boys, even in affluent families really have not found a good use. Somehow to feed the family or somewhere to get without parental care - is complicated. I recall those days of his Omsk friends - successful can be counted on the fingers. Of those who immediately comes to mind perhaps only because my cousin has turned out a successful man, a real miner and father. In general, men who have achieved something and self- can originate from the late 60's - early 70's. They know how to spin. Here offhand recall even one of my cousin, a few men friends, friends of her husband. Yes, my husband is much more sturdy stem, even the existence of will and purpose.
girls, as I wrote, were more stable. But no special heights women My generation is also not achieved. Those who are less fortunate, live with their children and husbands in the neck from their parents, those who were more fortunate, in an apartment bought at parents' money. Those who were lucky a little more, married to a successful male late 60's and early seventies, are engaged in child-rearing at home and far If work on the dust-free but low-paid jobs. Anticipating your protests, saying that, of course, of course, there are exceptions, there are women in our villages, made their careers and successfully realize their potential, but not so much among our generation, alas.
was another, alternative, option, Basically, "the prerogative" in.yazovskih girls - many are desperately trying to find someone decent among drug users and mother sons, used the knowledge of the language and married to Western men. Some - even very well. Many people are satisfied with their lives. Decided on the move and uncertainty, not all - it requires a slightly adventurous nature, outdoor swimming and a sense of what is out there, from left, is nothing to lose. And the lack of fear to start from scratch. I glad I found this ability - to burn the bridges behind him. Collected my suitcase and left in relative obscurity. Of course, there already was my husband, but the future our at the time pictured is extremely vague.
For that I am grateful to the dashing of time?
For a sense of freedom and the ease with which to make decisions knowing that nothing much to lose.
for the discovery of the Iron Curtain and the opportunity finally to see other worlds.
the first goodies - unique tasty Pepsi, Mars, sneakers and Nutella, which tastes better, as it seemed then, nothing happens.
probably for something else - if you remember the Finish.
Our Time - Time of the first VCRs, Chinese wear, cigarettes More, chewing gums, Love Is, Mars, Twix, sneakers, tights and jackets from angorki, cheap liquor produced at the Little Arnautskaya, shuttles, vouchers, cassette recorders, Turkish leather jackets, crimson jackets, raspaltsovok, huge gold chains and "freemason", the first coats of foxes and fox (subject sighs of young maidens and ladies older), the first import of cosmetics, the CCM and cinemas, converted at flea markets, and much more.
You had a childhood friend?
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