I served in the army in the second half of the 1990s. As soon as my commanders learned that I was a graduate builder, they began to become more interested in my skills in this field. First, I was entrusted to repair the broken staircase into the barracks. I installed the tape, fixed the armor, poured everything with cement. Everything as taught, then began to bring beauty. The gentlemen officers, walking through me, asked, “Why are you trying so hard?” I said, “That’s more aesthetic!” They asked where I was studying and when they heard the answer that I was in college, they said to each other, already away from me, “This is what education means.” Then, hanging up on the old suspension parachute system, I tinted the outer wall of the barracks and the windows. Everyone liked it. The "Order" was filled not even with a wave, but just like a tsunami! At the "request" of our officer, I painted the walls of the staircase from the first to the fourth floor of the barracks. He gave me two kinds of paint: almost brown and almost white. I had to make it yellow. I asked, “What color is that?” The fact is that when mixing different colors, the effect can be unpredictable.” I was told not to be wise. I tried to object. I got a hobbie and then shut up. Brushes and rollers were not given to me - they said that I was a soldier and I had to decide everything myself. I made the valley of old wire and wire, and I found the dried brushes on the washing machine and soaked them in petroleum. I painted the pearl with an old shave oil. I followed the order.) When the rumors about this "magic" soldier went all the way, I found myself in the garage at one of the gardens. the compilation. I made the whole garage for him. Then, after he liked my work, he spatled this garage and painted it. And that despite not being released from my primary duties. I went to shoot. Like everyone else, I put down parachutes and jumped with them. Driving and repairing a landing vehicle. And most importantly, I was not removed from training in the company of the honorary guard of our part. I was freed from PCD, clothes, and the like. It was long or short, but I was in the sanatorium. No matter why or how. Closer to the discharge, one of the chiefs of this same health care department approached me and asked if I could help him repair his apartment!!! I replied that I needed to see if I was able to do it. He takes me to the address. He needs to put a tile in the bathroom and in the toilet. Put the walls in some places and spat somewhere. Then cover the walls. I know it is in my power, I can and I can! The man who, in me, a simple soldier, asked (and not ordered) I can't help him, I could not answer with a refusal!!! The officer got the apartment completely empty, no bathroom, toilet, even windows with doors were no, and there were no inner doors at all! We were two such. I and the same soldier, who was a carpenter (or carpenter) at the citizenship, put windows and doors in the apartment. Both of us were brought to the apartment by the captain, about 9 p.m., and were taken around 7 p.m. He locked us in the outer lock of a metal door, and from the inside we could not open this door without a key. He gave us more than enough food. And peelmen, and tomatoes, and a bowl, even soup in the pot was, it was cooked by the captain's mother, the pot was always wrapped in a towel, it was applied to spoonfuls and plates, all this was packed also in carefully clean clothes. I tell you a long time, sorry.

We are standing on the lodge with my colleague, smoking, after a tight lunch. And from the neighboring lodge, two children, 9 years old, throw eggs on passers from the 7th floor. Then the tomatoes. and choking. When they get there, they sit behind the wall. Well, we stood up and went on to work. Within an hour and a half, the door was ringing. We are approaching:

Who is?

The district.

What is the matter?

- You threw eggs and tomatoes in the passers, you have a statement, open it!! to

We can’t open, we don’t have the keys. Come here at 7 p.m. and we will be in charge.

At seven o’clock the captain arrives. We tell what, for what. He laughs and knocks at the door. The captain calls us, we approach the door. He opens and we see that almost our counterpart, a lieutenant of the police, stands in shape. He sees that the captain is in front of him, a little embarrassed and tells about the incident. Our officer explains that his subordinates work in his apartment and he is responsible for us. The lieutenant insisted that it was we who struck the passers with eggs and tomatoes. The captain says my soldiers saw how neighboring children did. The districtman explains that he entered a neighboring apartment, there, indeed, live two children, but their mother denies this fact and says that her children have seen two soldiers kicking something in the passers! We stand behind our captain’s back and understand that we cannot prove anything to anyone and that the words of these fools against our words are the main thing. We are used to that. And here our captain gives:

You were a soldier yourself?

Of course!

Would you, as a soldier, throw food out the window?! to

The Lieutenant:

Sorry Comrade Captain!

He starts ringing at the next door again.