TAGANKA! AND - THE NIGHTS FULL OF FIRE!

I studied in the Moscow State University – so the Moscow State university in abbreviated form was called. It was then the most prestigious HIGH SCHOOL. The new building on Lenin mountains has just opened. High-rise! And I was the round orphan from the Moscow Tagansky slums. Mother has died of a tuberculosis in my childhood – I it and did not remember. And the father was run over by a car, when to me was not executed also twelve. Two native brothers have died even earlier. There was a grandmother on mother. And the senior cousin. Lived half-starving – the post-war childhood! Heated an oven …
And I liked girls. Awfully liked. In a dream saw. And in reality was afraid. But school with the Gold medal has ended. The school was "man's" - separate training. And in the Moscow State University on physical faculty has arrived. But also there with little girls was hardly – all confused, sleepy any. And the majority in points.
What to do? I also have thought up here that. Took with itself one-two friends from the group, and we went in the afternoon - instead of university employment - to any "female" HIGH SCHOOL. Pedagogical, for example. And in a break between lectures approached to the most beautiful girl in a corridor. Also were represented by messengers from the Komsomol organisation of group. Also suggested to arrange joint «Evening of group» in a new building on Lenin mountains, in a hostel drawing room. For what the beauty should invite with itself other beautiful little girls – the person 5-6, - because at us in group supposedly one children. Also made an an appointment somewhere in the underground. Both they came! And we invited them is but not in the Hostel on Lenin mountains, and in mine taganskuju a communal flat, in one of eight rooms of the apartment, got to me after death of parents (all in apartment lived the person twenty). Also justified it that to the Hostel supposedly there have suddenly arrived foreigners. We will go there next time for now … And they went!
No, no brothel existed. What there … I though was the leader, but was meanwhile the virgin! And the brothel was not necessary to us, simply it would be desirable fun. Dialogue, dances, games of any harmless. To live it would be desirable! To live, instead of to serve selflessly to Communist party and its leaders. Imagine, it turned out! Without money – neither at me, nor at my friends after all they were not except the grant. Without good clothes – it especially was not at anybody from us. And the life - was!
And when the modest chastity managed to me to be overcome – so especially! Though also lived still in one of eight rooms of municipal apartment. Without a shower, without hot water. However, a central heating nevertheless eventually have spent … But I – veins! Also has started to write the stories on a typewriter which was presented to me by the friend who living in the same house in a cellar and has found the machine in any old kladovke. And stories were about that the best, that was in a life – about trips for a city «on the nature» and about meetings with girls. No magazine, any publishing house printed them then, as it is natural. But there were «the nights full of fire», were!
I and now consider, what is it – the best, that is in a life. Travel and kind dialogue with people. Instead of "grandmas" and the fear, that is not enough of them also that just about will take away them from you. Not fences with a barbed wire and chambers of "external supervision» in a native land. Not another's soccer teams with puppets and elaborate foreign locks in which nobody lives.
And – the NIGHTS FULL of FIRE! It is the LIFE!
I try to live and now. And that you see on a site, - and more many other things … - is created practically without money. Without service to leaders – now not communistic, but "democratic", much more bad, greedy and confused, than former.
The god has not died. Dollars, evriki and other bank notes only temporarily take its place. Until the majority of us suffers it. I believe: not for long remains!