Survived the Brezhnev stagnation – survived and Putin’s retardation.

The story about Canadians in France and Russians at the conference (https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1194367/) reminded. A friend of mine from Russia accepted an invitation in the late 1990s to work as a researcher at a Canadian university. He liked his work and life in Canada, and six months after his arrival he filed for the PMJ, soon receiving it. His career at the university settled: a year or two later he received a professor's position, excellent funding, results above the world level, publications, invitations to conferences with reports, contracts with leading firms... At some point, the man began to stress the need for frequent visa filing against the background of the Yugoslav War and the other eleventh of September, and he decided to get a Canadian passport: it was easier to travel around the world and in general... The census of settlement (the owner of the PMJ there needs to live a bit on the territory of the country in order to be able to apply for citizenship) he almost lacked, some ammunition-three months, but he didn't want to wait, he used a point allowing to include prices in foreign business trips, and brought all his trips there at conferences, which were in total He formed the documents, sent back, in response - silence. Finally, after almost the same three months that the friend asked to be counted in the census, comes a paper: an immigration judge (there are some there) calls him for an interview and demands to bring proof of the facts of holding all the declared conferences at the given time in the given places (copies of the programs of the conferences), as well as proof of the applicant's active participation in them (copies of published works of these conferences with theses and articles under the authority of our hero). My friend cut off everything necessary, pulled a thick folder with him. The old judge looked at it all carefully, then asked him to explain what his friend was doing, and then said about the following: "I feel deeply guilty to you. The fact is that I myself in my youth was a professor at the university and I know how popular "conference trips" to resort locations are at the expense of the state. And when I saw that you had enough courage to call business trips “conference trips” to San Francisco, Honolulu, Cancun, Kyoto, Nice and the like, I decided to teach you a lesson: to draw the answer of those 3 months that you demanded to count, and finally to arrange a conclusion for trying to present entertaining trips as business. I didn’t believe you could actually work hard there. But now I see: you are a world-class talent, and also a worker, and I was deeply wrong in giving you a sentence in advance, and the only way to smooth my guilt is to give you citizenship right now. Repeat my oath.”

Suspiciously wealthy officials have proposed restrictions on payments to suspiciously poor families.

Xxx: In any profession, some actions are produced to complete automation. The brain doesn’t even turn on.

Once we went to a friend at the house. As usual: evening, chashchik, songs under the guitar... In the morning we go home. I went out and waited for the others to come out. Friend of Denis:

Vlad, what are you doing? Why do you have a pencil?

...

I come to myself and realize that I stand and note the defects of the welded seams on the garage gates.



Yyy: It is good that the author is not a proctologist. I don’t think his friends would like to wake up from his deformation.

Xxx: Bread in my life, played a special role, I remember when I was 6-7 years old I thought that bread, it is the best delight. When you are hungry for a few days and you are able to eat bread, that is the happiness of a hungry child.

When I got into the children’s home, I couldn’t afford, and many guys gave me their bread for lunch. In general, if someone wanted more bread, it was just to take it from the pot, where it was lying cut. But from the dining room it was forbidden to carry food, especially bread. They were afraid of the breeding of cockroaches, but the boys still dragged, hid in their sleeves, and dragged into the bedroom, under a pillow or into a cushion. I really wanted to eat at night. After the fight, we lie down, we chew bread and tell each other all sorts of stories, or we chew anecdotes, or someone from the girls sang songs to us, and we fell asleep.

The bed was constantly in the crumbs. You get up a few times, you get rid of it. It was especially funny when a strong wind or a wind on the street swings, and we lie or sit on our beds, chew bread, or fall asleep under any song that the girls sing in silence. And no alkashi, no drunken battles, and the mother in the attack of white fever, will not crush her chair on the floor shouting that she was attacked by the devils. Just finally at night, it is quiet, and not scary, and the stomach is full.

The son called and indignantly stated that going to the instructor so often - absolutely unbearable.

I have thought. On the one hand, the boy at the age of 15 must already understand that life is full of intolerance, on the other hand, he cooked me yesterday for dinner crumbs with potatoes, that is, practically gave the most notorious glass of water.

Not in old age, but a little earlier, but I gave freedom with a broad gesture. The main thing is to warn the mother, or she has a well-known advocate of education.

Being in the euphoria of one’s own nobility took five minutes. My clever child called back and told me with a thoughtful voice that something was wrong.

He, as an honest person, called the instructor and told him that he really wanted to come to the class, but he could not, due to family circumstances.

The instructor was a sociable and curious woman and wanted details.

He was not ready for such a turn of events, and said that the whole family had gone to the country.

The picantness of the situation is that I have another son, who at the same time was just at classes with this same tutor, who looked at him so interested and asked why his whole family went to the country, and he did not go?

He, in turn, looked at the instructor with surprise and that our family had no house and we generally lived very modestly.

Any excursion must always be carefully prepared in advance.