Bailey Radio
Female Happiness
With analogous computing machines we have only encountered twice in all the time of training. The first time, of course, at the military department, where two years intensively studied the S-75 anti-aircraft missile system, which, in essence, was a large analogue computer, sharpened to solve a narrow range of tasks. We understood a profound theory in the discipline with the beautiful name "Radioautomatics". And although this beauty lasted only a year, impressions from it were no less than from the "war".

Maybe over time everything is seen in a more pink light, but, first, the "war" was only once a week, secondly, all the accounts and exams on it were passed from the first time, and, thirdly, it was somehow unusual to decide on the military department of the system of differential equations of the sixth order.

Radio automation was conducted by Professor N, a teacher of an old formation, and rightly demanded from us a profound knowledge of his subject.
He began to work on his theme in Stalin's time, and by the time of our training he was such a matte man, that he was able to use a sheet of paper, pen and logarithmic line to launch into space any multi-stage rocket, well, that is, to describe its mathematical model. For us, the logarithmic line was clearly not in our hands, however, like all multi-speed calculations, even with a calculator and other digital devices.

The outcome of all our torments on this malicious radio automation was the counting at the winter session and the examination in the summer. This winter we received the first baptism – the professor cut them all relentlessly. Running forward, I will say that I myself counted from the fourth time, and I was in the golden middle, the record was
- six re-events, when the head of the school personally instructed the respected professor to remember his youth and to treat students more humbly.

And from the first time we gave only three people - two of our distinguished, they would also learn Chinese if it went into account, and Marinka is the only girl for the entire group of 30 people. Although she was a little overwhelmed by our male attention, she was a fairly sensible and adequate girl. She gave up one of the last, when the rest of the group walked under the audience door, tracking the next victim of the professor and the methods of execution. The professor waved Marinka as relentlessly as everyone else, eventually putting "neud" in the counter and tiredly summarized:
- You know, lady, there are two prospects for radio fak students - go.
in science or production. Women are hard at work, so
You have two options: either go to science or get married. in science
You have nothing to do, you are married. I wish you good luck, the professor said.
See also Marinka.

Marinka persistently suppressed her emotions, yet the layer of cosmetics on the face does not contribute to tears, and headed to the exit.
The professor turned after me. Give me a note.
Marina returned and extended the count. The professor cried out “neud” and brought out “ud”.
- Your legs are crooked, you will not get married soon, - he summed up.

In the corridor, Marinka was hysterical:
The old pen! He did not like my feet. I have a wedding in a month.
The rest of her emotions with refrain repeated these simple thoughts.
After patiently listening to all the tirades, our oldest Roma summed up:
“You, that’s, Marinka, glad you’ve given the account. The engagement ring.
Do not wear, you have another six months to suffer, and in the summer the exam.