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She smiled so much, so much positive. And this is what I want to say.
Let her author know that he is not the only one. I also built such a buffalo magnetophone at the time. Later in 1982. Not for my daughter, but for myself.
At the time, walking on the streets with a radio receiver was considered a meme. You could be taken for a poor man. Another thing is to “shut up,” as they said, with a cassette magnetophone. They looked at you with respect and jealousy at the same time.
And I was an ordinary MISI student who lived in a fellowship for one scholarship.
It is clear that to buy a magnetophone, at the price of them at the time, I could not. I wanted to self-affirm.
On the other hand, appearing with cassette phones on the streets at the time was dangerous. After all, the jealousy of passers was not always white.
This object of lust could entirely make its owner one day wake up in a "shelf" with a fracture of the rib. This is an older magnet.
The "systems" - coil - were much safer in this regard. They are no longer frozen. Therefore, it was decided to manufacture a radio receiver in the form of a butaphore small-size coil magnetophone for walks in the streets.
Said is done. I picked up my own radio receiver. For this purpose, a designer known to many then-boys was used
“The boy.” Then I had to grind. About two weeks, in the short intervals between studies, I only did that which was soldered, drilled, soldered, painted, glued, covered with paint. And he achieved his - the "box", indistinguishable from the magnetophone in appearance, whose coils rotate like the real, and who even sings, was ready.
I was with him for quite a long time - until the very diploma, and then came for distribution to Saratov, where, having received the first salary of an engineer, I gladly immediately bought a real magnetophone, and put it on the closet in memory of the hungry student years.
But this story did not end at all. Recently, a friend of Usbek, the owner of the restaurant, came to visit us. He said he wanted to decorate it in Soviet style, and that he already has Soviet cash and refrigerator shelves. And then my wife and son persuaded me to break up with the unusual family relic, because she will just dust on my closet, and if she finds herself in the window of the restaurant, all the passers will admire her. What was done. There, the butaphore magnetophone was even powered, so that the coils would be rotated and a small lamp would be lit between them. And it is hard to find a passing person who, going past that window window, will not stop in front of it for at least a few seconds to look at the phones and smile.