On the backdrop of posts-remembrances, I remembered how my father entered the university. He was 83 years old, he was from the village. After finishing school with a friend, they began to think about where to go. There were no specific goals, the choice was difficult. After leaving the bus stop, they decided that "which way the bus will go, to this city and we will go to enter." The first bus went to Ulyanovsk. Both finished the UGC. Located in Ulyanovsk.