About the rescue on the waters 3 (there was a joke if anything).
Run away, run away...
Or about unusual methods to high sporting results.
In my childhood I was often sick. Once 10 walked in the hospital with pneumonia and, as the doctors said, "the rich man will not grow up." Luckily, however, there was a clever doctor who advised me to go to some sport with aerobic loads. So I got into the light athletics section. At the time, anyone was taken there, the main condition was the absence of bad grades in school. I did not show any special talents there, I didn’t run fast, I didn’t jump far, so I was appointed a steward. The specialty was obliged to wave a billion circles through the stadium three times a week. Over time, I even learned to sleep on the run. By the way, running is the most convenient under a dull speech-distracts and less tired. My favourites were Winnie Pooh and Yellow Submarine.
After six months, I became a completely healthy boy, good sporting results began to appear. Six years later at 16, I got my first adult discharge and progress ended. The coach explained it by the fact that I reached my plateau. The KMS was 35-40 seconds at 5 km. He asked to run until the end of school, he had some accounts there. This has stopped...
For the New Year, the school organized a cool disco for us, not as usual in the gym, but rented from the heads of the DC. A joint event was planned for three neighboring schools. I wasn’t a fan of such activities, but I got caught up in such a megacity. I’m dancing with a girl and suddenly I see my friend beaten by three bats. He is a big guy, under 90 kg, and these are half heads lower and quite dead. Nevertheless, he does not resist them. As he approached them, he also had time to pour a glass of soda on his head. The OFP in our section was at a high level, and everyone was able to fight at the time. One immediately cut off, the second caught behind the neck and pressed to the floor, the third escaped. It seems to be a pure victory, but a friend is not happy and with the claim: "Why used, I could figure it out myself, now you Vova pi....".
What he meant I understood after the disco, when we were met on the street by a man of ten, many with armor in their hands. As it turns out, I "stumbled" on the beloved eight-born brother of the local Spanish leader. As a "serious" person, he can't forgive such a thing, his mother-in-law with a folder and his brother-in-law will cease to respect.
Shortly, I was "featured" very well, and the friend of shit left. They let him go, as if he was the right guy, not what I was.
I was very offended. Therefore, when they finished with me and went to smoke, he quietly got up, approached the headquarters from behind and gave his strong athletic leg a very delicious penny. Then he turned on his maximum speed and ran home. The pursuit was swift, where they would pursue me.
In the morning, my sister smashed my broken womb with some makeup and I went to school.
The class was very anxious, everyone was aware of what had happened and guessed what would happen next. Those who know everything told me the unhappy news that I humiliated a “very cool man” who has 100,500 frostbite and I have cranes. Those who know everything in general said that behind the frostbite is an even more "cool figure" - some authority of the Slippery or the Slippery, and maybe the Purulent. The former friend did not look in the eyes and tried not to light up. I’t beat him (I would be). It was immediately apparent that each classmate represented himself. I have to pay tribute to the guys, most have offered to help if needed. 12 people against 100500 did not stand and I refused. School and family, and especially the militia in our time to interfere in their problems was considered a "blunder", although then this word was not used.
My lifestyle has changed in a coordinated way. I used to go on training, now every day. They guarded me every day and in different places. My run was continuous, where before me was Forrest Gump. The only place where I felt peaceful was school. There on the guard was constantly the cleaning lady of Aunt Tasya with a wet cloth and the entrance to the friends was securely closed. I think if aunt Tase had to defend the Fermopolitan Pass, she would have done better than the Greeks.
In a couple of weeks, I got used to my position and started to look. What I was doing now is called trolling. For example: having the full opportunity to get rid of the persecution, did not do this, but kept a short distance. What exhausted the opponents to complete depletion and moral degradation. The cries and curses delighted me as a child with a new toy. A few times there were fools who ran faster than the others. They carelessly broke away from the peloton and got into the "bubble" after I sharply stopped and we turned out to be one-on-one.
All this bodyguard stretched to the May holidays, how they were not lazy I do not understand.
I had no options, and they?
It all ended in one day and immediately. What happened I do not know now. Those who know everything in general said that the "most important" Shiny or One-Eye, or maybe Sharp or Broken and the company, "settled" on the article, like diletants. I was used to being constantly vigilant and it no longer bothered me. Nevertheless, the habit of moving rush did not last long.
Four months of running did not go without a trace. At the end of May, I went to KMS. The coach was happy, began to be proud of his method and believed in himself.
Every investigation has a reason. The consequences of those days I felt a year later with a little when I entered the institute. The necessary scores at the exams I collected, but when enrolled it turned out that Rabfak needed additional seats on the day faculty and, part of those who passed the exams on the scores in front of them, on the full-time do not fall. I was among them, and in autumn I was 18, and I was definitely going to the army. This is where the sports qualification is needed. Gender ratio is 70/30 in favor of women. I was asked: you are ready to defend the honor of the institute in sports battles. Yes, I answered, and I was counted. And then, by the wicked irony of fate, I kept running for four more years.
P.S Funny, but it turns out that I am who I am, thanks, among other things, to the frozen spinach.
N.B The statements of the Gopnik have been translated by me into a language understandable to the reader, as far as I can of course.
The events took place from late December 1981 to May 1982.
by Vladimir.
Written and sent on 27.10.2022 at 17.00. of Yekaterinburg.
Someone clever managed to attribute and publish in his own name.