In the distant 1975 I was a first-time student of physfak. In addition to physics, mathematics, etc. in those times, the general educational sciences - philosophy, diamond, isthmus, etc. were essential.
The history of the CPSU was read to us by Vladimir Fyodorovich F., a docent, a retired colonel, a policeman of the division, who fought together with L. I. Brezhnev himself.
Like all former retirees, he had his ghosts. The senior of the course, as a senior in the army, was to ensure the timely delivery of peelings from the nearest peelings during lunch. For this, aluminum barrels were issued, tar under cream, monetary compensation.
Vladimir Fedorovich always ate lunch in the auditorium, loudly tasting pelmeni and reading his lectures.
It is time for exams. I went well on my subjects, the scholarship and the scholarship, the last one was the history of the CPSU.
I don’t know what caused me to fail at that time—my confidence, that the associate professor will only look at my assessments in the countdown and put in solidarity “excellent” or that I had all the outputs of his lectures (leased from fellow students), or that I knew the dates of the last congresses of the CPSU.
I came to the exam one of the last passers, just during the siesta.
by Vladimir Fedorovich. He had just eaten with pellet, was preparing to smoke his favorite papyrus "Three Heroes", and then I called to answer for a ticket. Then I realized that he did not listen to me at all, did not ask a single additional question, silently took the note, scored three points and only then said, "You do not know the history of our party, young man!
Study better, otherwise I don’t know how you will pass in the next semester!
Later, the well-known high school students explained to me that the respectable docent had no need to be disturbed during the lunch, and that now, even if I would bring to the next examination the outputs of all of Lenin’s, Marx’s, and Marx’s works.
Engels, nothing will save me from the next execution. This means saying goodbye to the scholarship for another six months!
I had to do something. The exit was found. In the case went the father's camera "Kiev" + some amount spent on film, photo paper and chemicals. At every lecture I filmed Vladimir Fedorovich in all his favorite poses, which was never forbidden on his part. On the contrary, he, like his beloved Secretary-General, loved to pose.
At the exam, I called to answer the first, not even preparing for the ticket.
I put a pack of pictures on the table (two hundred pieces!Look at Vladimir.
Fedorovich, that I knocked here.
After that, taking the exam turned into a photo demonstration.
Look what an eagle I got here!! And here? and here
Here is!! to
Everyone who came to answer for the ticket agreed with the Colonel, received without any questions and answers "excellent" in the check-in and the exam continued.
Finally, all the photos from my album were viewed, only the old man, Vladimir Fedorovich and I remained in the audience.
Give me your account, son. Respect the old man, respect him. It is regrettable,
What more than “great” I can’t offer you!
I took my check, polystyrene, suddenly a wild cry:
The old man!! Why did he have a trio last year??? Where are you
Was it when I put him in a trio? Go to the Deacon, take notice.
Transfer for last semester.
And Vladimir Fedorovich personally overrated his assessment for the last exam, writing twice "excellent".
My experience was taken over by the following generations of first-time students, at lectures to the associate professor Vladimir Fedorovich (he had a bright memory) everyone came with cameras, demonstrated their skills at the session. and all
(Absolutely all of it!!) They got their five points!
P.S
Vladimir Fyodorovich read lectures not only at the physfak, but also at his native istfak, while he ruthlessly punished his students-historians, saying at the same time:-No, you do not know the history of our party, guys, here are the physicists - they know perfectly!!! to