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A. Zhvalevsky, E. Pasternak
Time is always good
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I've read it. Just super! Honestly, it was impossible to break away!
Here you know how to squeeze a tear out of the reader. I don’t understand why, but, reading the ending, I sat and squelched my nose.
Idea - class! And the absence / presence of books, and the division into a column, and the beating of the heart, and "eye to eye" - so vital. Great.
I read it in one breath. Let's drink, so to speak. Very good!!!
I was shamelessly late for training (it was impossible to break away), so I unsubscribe immediately, in hot pursuit, so to speak. Interesting and dynamic! Tears welled up not only at the end. In the place where Olya and Zhenya hold hands in the middle of the class. Well, a couple of times closer to the denouement.
Tightening became approximately closer to a third of the book and further on the rise, that is, everything is fine with dynamism. It is easy to read, and tears out where necessary, and you often giggle. I didn’t bother with the time continuum at all, even there were no questions. It's a convention, that's all. Overall, great idea and execution!
Zhenya P., Andrey Zh. How did you, adults, manage to write about us children in such a way that it was interesting for us to read it?
I woke up from a joyful “coo-ka-re-ku” and turned off the alarm clock on the comedian. I got up, wandered to the kitchen, turned on the computer on the way. There is still an hour before the first lesson, it is quite possible to see what was written on the forum overnight.
While the computer was loading, I managed to pour myself a cup of tea and listen to the standard from my mother:
Olya, where did you go, eat like a man at the table for once.
Yeah, - I muttered, pulled off a sandwich and went to the monitor.
I went to the school forum. As usual, the Internet lived a busy life at night. Big Ape had another fight with Bird. We argued for a long time, until two in the morning. Here people are lucky, no one drives them to sleep.
Olya, you're leaving in half an hour, and you're still in your pajamas!
Well right now...
I angrily looked up from the computer and went to get dressed. I really didn't want to drag myself to school, especially since the first lesson was scheduled for a math test. This test has not yet been written by any class, so the tasks did not appear on the forum, and last year's ones were too lazy to look in the archive. Then fizra, history and only one decent lesson - OKG. Yes, and what they teach us there! Print? School program hasn't changed in ten years! Ha! Yes, now any normal student will type the text faster than he will speak.
While I was getting dressed, I still read yesterday's forum swearing. And then the eye suddenly caught on the fact that in the box, it turns out, there is a personal message. I opened it and ... my heart began to beat often, often. From Hawk...
The message was short. "Hey! Do you have a boyfriend?" But my hands are shaking. The hawk visited the forum rarely, but aptly. Sometimes, as soon as he writes something, as he jokes, everyone runs to read. And once he even wrote his own poems. The hawk is just a dream of all girls. In PM, they often only discussed what the Hawk would write new. And most importantly, no one, no one knew who he really was.
What Hawk wrote to me, Titmouse, it was just like a bolt from the blue.
Olya, are you going to school?
Oh, and why just go somewhere, if here she is, real life. Now I would sit down, calmly come up with an answer, write. And then find out his ICQ number and chat, chat at night ... I already closed my eyes with happiness. And then she took the briefcase and sullenly trudged to the door.
The fourth quarter is the coolest. Before the summer holidays there is quite a bit, some one and a half months. And most importantly - before summing up the annual marks. I love April very much, and even more - the end of May. A couple more tests, collecting diaries ... and you open the last page, and there - solid, well-deserved fives. And a commendation sheet in the load ...
No, I'm not asking, but it's nice all the same. To be honest, when I was called to the head teacher, I had no doubt that I would hear something pleasant. And when I entered and saw the senior Pioneer leader in the office, I decided that this pleasant thing would be connected with my position in the detachment. Maybe they will introduce squads to the council? It would be great!
But I only guessed halfway.
Sit down, Vitya, - Tamara Vasilievna, our head teacher nicknamed Vassa, said sternly, - Tanya and I are talking to you as to the chairman of the detachment council!
I sat down, automatically thinking: “There is no need for a comma before “how”, because here it means “as”.
Tanechka and Vassa looked at me sternly. Now it was clear that we were talking about some important, but not very pleasant business. Perhaps, about an unscheduled collection of scrap metal in honor of the opening of a new Komsomol construction site.
Do you remember, Vitya, - the head teacher continued, - Zhenya Arkhipov brought Easter cake to school on Monday?
I was surprised. Some unexpected question.
Bulka? I clarified.
Kulich! - Tanechka corrected me in such a nasty voice that it became clear that this cake was the whole point.
I nodded.
What are you nodding? Tanechka suddenly hissed. - No language?
It didn't look like a leader. Usually she spoke to me in a friendly and even respectful way. Not like with everyone else. I hastily said:
I remember how Arkhipov brought a bun ... Easter cake!
Tanechka! No need to shout at Vitya, - Vassa tried to speak softer, but she did not succeed well.
It's not his fault," she continued.
I stopped thinking at all. What is to blame? Why didn't we eat this bun ... Easter cake in the dining room?
But this is blatant ... - Tanechka began, but Vassa did not let her finish.
Victor,” she said in her usual commanding voice, “please tell us how it all happened.
I told everything honestly. How Zhenya brought a bun, how he treated everyone, how everyone ate. And even Irka Voronko treated, although they had a fight before that. And he treated me. The bun was delicious, sweet, just a little dry. Everything.
And what were you talking about? - the Pioneer leader asked with a threat.
I don't remember, I confessed frankly.
You were talking about Arkhipov's grandmother, Vassa told me.
Yes! Exactly! - I was glad that I remembered the right thing. - He said that she baked a bun!
Two pairs of eyes glared at me.
And why did she bake this ... this bun, do you remember? - the head teacher's voice sounded insinuating.
I remembered. I got hot. Now I understand why I was called.
Nuuuu ... - I began. “Just like that… It seems…
Here! - the senior pioneer leader raised her finger incriminatingly. - That's a pernicious influence! Vitya! You never lied! You're the chairman of the squad's council! Excellent student! Your dad is a party worker!
I got really bad. For the first time in my life, I actually lied to my senior comrades. But I didn't want to tell the truth. So I decided to keep quiet.
Eh, Victor, Victor… - Vassa shook her head. Is this what I taught you? Is this what the pioneer heroes did? Did Pavlik Morozov, whose name our team bears, act like that?
The head teacher looked sternly at the counselor, and she broke off. Apparently, now was not the time to remember past merits. I looked at the floor and felt the hot color flood my cheeks.
We were silent for a bit, and every second I was getting hotter.
So, - Vassa rasped softly, - do you remember why Grandma Arkhipova baked Easter cake?
I didn't move. It was like tetanus attacked me.
Okay, - the head teacher sighed, - I'll have to remind you. Grandmother Arkhipova baked this Easter cake ... Easter cake! .. for the religious holiday "Easter".
I listened to this steely voice and remembered the vague rumors that were circulating about Vassa. Either she personally demolished the monuments to Stalin, or she protected them from demolition ... It was not customary to talk about this now, so no one knew the details. But that she excelled at the same time - that's for sure.
Grandmother Arkhipova, - continued the head teacher, - in this way she tries ...
Vassa fell silent, choosing her words, and a pioneer leader came to her aid:
Tries to fool around! And lure in a network of religious dope.
The head teacher frowned. She, a teacher of the Russian language with great experience, did not like something in the phrase "network of religious dope." But she did not correct Tanya, on the contrary, she supported her.
That's it!
The head teacher and the Pioneer leader were solemnly silent. Probably to make it better for me.
They tried in vain - it already dawned on me that it couldn’t be better.
And what are you going to do about it? Vassa finally asked.
I was only able to extract:
We will no longer...
The leader and the head teacher rolled their eyes so that they themselves looked like religious old women from some movie. And then they explained to me what I had to do.
The day at school didn't go well from the start. The mathematician completely went berserk, the lesson began with the fact that she collected comedians from everyone. That is, I wrote the control as if without hands, no one to talk to, no spurs for you, no calculator for you. Just like in prehistoric times! Most importantly, many have second comedians, but somehow they didn’t think to take them with them. Yes, and then she did something weird, took and handed out papers to us - this, she says, is a control, decide. The class was amazing. How, he says, to solve it?
And she smiles so maliciously and says: write with a pen on a piece of paper. And a detailed solution to each problem. Horror! I have probably not held a pen in my hands for half a year. I can imagine what I did there and how I wrote it all. In short, three points, probably out of ten ...
So compared to this control, everything else was just seeds. But the whole day the forum was buzzing. Well, we can’t even put the tasks in the grid, no one thought to steal a leaf to scan it, but you can’t remember it by heart either, and it didn’t occur to write it down. Then we didn’t go out of the network at all the lessons, so we tried to talk about comedians. Whoever you look at, everyone has comedians under their desks and only fingers flicker - messages are being typed. And there were almost two hundred people at the forum at the same time, this is the whole parallel of the fifth grades, and even the curious from the others got in. At breaks, they only had time to scroll through the topic, and answer questions. You’ll go from office to office, plop down on a desk and immediately into a comedian, read what’s new there. Cool so, you go into the classroom - silence. And everyone is sitting typing something, typing ... It's more convenient, of course, to use voice dialing, but not in the classroom! Because then everyone will immediately recognize your nickname. And this cannot be allowed. Nick is top secret information.
I knew a couple of nicknames. Beauty is Ninka, Murekha is Lisa. And I also guessed about a few people, but did not know for sure. Well, the fact that I am Titmouse - literally three also knew this. Titmouse - because my last name is Vorobyova. But if Sparrow wrote, everyone would immediately guess that I am me, Titmouse wrote. And I found such a cool avatar - a titmouse sits and shakes fat from a feeder.
Once we had a story, a girl from the seventh grade was declassified. One of the girlfriends took and wrote on the net that Violet is Kirov from the seventh "A". Horror ... So she then had to go to another school. Because you can write if everyone knows that it's you! It’s even impossible to flirt, it’s like taking it and confessing your love openly to someone! Brrr...
And only the most trusted know my nickname. We are friends with them. We even went to a cafe together once when it was my birthday. I know everything about them. And ICQ, and mail. In short, these definitely will not pass!
So, about the day that didn't work out. Our last lesson is Classroom hour. Our teacher comes and says in such an angry voice:
Well, they removed all the phones.
We just jumped. Someone even said out loud:
You made, all agreed, or something!
And the teacher, our classmate, Elena Vasilievna barks like a bark:
Phones on the table! And listen carefully, now, one might say, your fate is being decided.
We are completely quiet. And she walked through the rows and turned off the comedians. Well, it's the end of the world...
And then she went out in front of the class and read in a tragic voice:
I'll recap it briefly, in my own words.
In connection with the excessive computerization of schoolchildren and to test their knowledge, establish at the end of each school year exams. The grade is set on a ten-point system and is taken out in the certificate of maturity. This is so that, they say, we studied well all the years, and not just the last class. Yes, but the horror is not in this, but in the fact that these exams will be held not in the form of tests, but orally.
What? one of the boys asked.
I even looked around, but I didn’t understand who asked, I don’t distinguish them at all.
There are three exams, - Elena Vasilievna continued, - Russian language and literature - orally, mathematics - in writing, but not on a computer, but on paper, and history - also orally. This is done so that you, modern schoolchildren, learn to master at least a little oral speech and write with pen on paper. Exams in three weeks.
The class is stuck. So they dispersed in complete horror. I didn’t even turn on the comedian until I got home ...
In the evening I had to prepare for political information. There was just a broadcast about how the American imperialists are trying to disrupt the Olympics in Moscow, and people of good will do not allow them to do so. But I could not concentrate at all - I sat and thought about Zhenya. Of course, he was wrong, but it was still disgusting in his soul.
In the end, I realized that I did not understand anything from the announcer's story, and turned off the TV. Dad will come to dinner, bring Pravda and Soviet Belarus - I will copy from there. I called Zhenya, but my grandmother picked up the phone.
He's been running around for two hours now. You tell him, Vitenka, - Zhenya's grandmother's voice was creaky, but pleasant, - that he should go home! I worry! It's getting dark soon!
I hastily promised and ran into the yard. The fact that I had to talk to the culprit of this whole story upset me even more. Grandmother, of course, is old, about fifty, or even all seventy, but this does not justify her. You can't let your own grandson down like that!
I went to look for Arkhipych on our pear - the one near the transformer booth. There weren’t even leaves on it yet, but it’s so cool to sit on a tree and dangle your legs! The branches are thick, you see everyone, but no one sees you!
Zhenya! I shouted as I approached. - Get down, we need to talk!
A chuckle was heard from the pear. I had to climb myself. Arkhipych sat at the very top, where I was always afraid to climb. When I was little, back in the second grade, I took a bite from the lowest branch of this pear, and since then I have been terribly afraid of heights. Now I didn’t climb up either, I settled on my favorite branch in the very center of the tree. The branch was thick, reliable and bent very comfortably - like the back of an armchair.
Why are you silent? I asked angrily. - Silent ... Giggling ...
Hello, Taras! Zhenya replied.
Only he called me Taras, by the name of the Ukrainian writer. We haven't gone through it yet, but Zhenya has read half of the home library, including this Taras Shevchenko. Moreover, I read haphazardly, everything in a row that comes to hand. I couldn't do that, I read the books strictly in order. I even tried to master the Great Soviet Encyclopedia, but broke down on the second volume. There were too many unfamiliar words. But Pushkin read everything - from the first volume to the last. Now I started Gogol.
Usually I liked it when Zhenya called me Taras, but today for some reason I was offended.
I am not Taras! I am Victor!
Why are you so angry, Taras? Zhenya was surprised.
Nothing! I snapped. - I'm telling you: get down, we need to talk! What are you?
Come on, come to me! It's great here!
I didn't want to fly, but I had to. The conversation was such that ... In general, I didn’t want to shout about him to the whole yard.
When I cautiously sat down on the branch closest to Arkhipych, he yelled:
Pitching! All hands on deck! - and began to swing the top.
I grabbed the branch with all my might and begged:
Enough! Will break!
Won't break! - Zhenya objected, but he stopped the "rolling" anyway. - So what did you want?
I began to talk about the conversation with the leader and head teacher. The more he told, the gloomier Zhenya became. Yes, and I was more and more sick - either from the height, or from something else. When I got to the most unpleasant, I even had to shut up for a minute, otherwise I would definitely have vomited.
And what do they want? - asked Arkhipych, and at that moment his voice became as raspy as his grandmother's.
I breathed a little and answered:
To say that there is no god! Right in front of the whole class!
And that's it? - Zhenya immediately cheered up.
Not all, I admitted. - You need to ... well ... said that your grandmother did the wrong thing, that she gave us that bun. And you're ashamed that she believes in God.
I'm not ashamed of anything! Zhenya screeched again. - What's the difference, believe or not believe? She is good and kind!
It goes without saying. But she does believe! So you should be ashamed!
This is nonsense! I won't say that!
Then you know what they'll do? Get kicked out of school!
They won't get kicked out! I'm the smartest in the class! If they kick me out, then everyone else must be driven out too!
It was true. Arkhipych never really crammed, but he received only “nickles”. I also went to excellent students, but some fives were not easy for me. Especially in the Russian language - well, I couldn’t write a long word so that there were no corrections in it! And in drawing I got a B in general only out of pity. I can’t even draw a straight line even under the ruler. I try very hard, but it's all to no avail. Oh, to invent such a thing so that she draws lines herself! He pressed the button - a line, the second he pressed - a circle, the third - some tricky graph, as in the Pravda newspaper on the second page. And if the thing itself corrected errors ... But this, of course, is fantastic.
But Zhenya knows mathematics and Russian very well, and remembers all the dates from history, and draws almost like a real artist. He is right, such a good student will not be expelled. I didn't believe it myself when I said it. Yes, I wanted to intimidate.
Well, they will scold!
Let them scold! They will scold and leave!
There was nothing to object. Although I really wanted to.
I realized that I envy Zhenya. I really don't like being scolded. Not because mom and dad scold me - to be honest, they are rarely at home. I just don't like it, that's all. Then I remembered the request of Grandma Arkhipych.
And your grandmother is waiting for you at home, - I said vindictively. - Worried.
Zhenya immediately twitched to get off, but held himself back. Only girls run home at the first call. We chatted a little more, but after about five minutes Arkhipych casually said:
I got hungry for something. I'm going to eat! Bye.
For now, I replied.
Zhenya famously jumped to the ground and walked with an uneven gait - as if he really wanted to run, but he had to restrain himself.
11th edition
What happens if a girl from 2012 suddenly finds herself in 1980? Will the boy from 1980 be transported to her place? Where is better? And what is "better"? Where is it more interesting to play: on the computer or in the yard? What is more important: freedom and relaxedness in a chat or the ability to talk, looking into each other's eyes? And most importantly - is it true that "the time was different then"?
Or maybe the time is always good, and in general, everything depends only on you...
News, reviews and testimonials:
Shamil Idiatullin about the story "Time is always good": "A fascinating book". - a fascinating book, moderately didactic and witty problem solving, which the authors set for themselves: without lisping and not rudely play out the educational aspect of a common plot related to time travel
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Competition "GIF" (2011), Vladislav Krapivin Prize (2011), shortlisted "Kniguru", finalists of the third International Competition named after Sergei Mikhalkov, participants in the short list of the Yasnaya Polyana-2012 award, the Cherished Dream - 2008 award. Prizes of the Literary Club for teenagers "Reading in trend", Perm (2015) in three categories: "Parvantalia" - the most original work, "Typhoon" - the most exciting work, "Clock" - the most popular work.
Tatyana Sokhareva, Chips-journal.ru: School days are an inexhaustible topic for children's and teenage literature. On the eve of September 1, we are talking about books about the adventures of schoolchildren of all ages. - in the list of "6 great books about school that will help you survive September 1st"
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From the reviews of test readers from LiveJournal:
I've read it. Just super! Honestly, it was impossible to break away!
Here you know how to squeeze a tear out of the reader. I don’t understand why, but, reading the ending, I sat and squelched my nose.
Idea - class! And the absence / presence of books, and the division into a column, and the beating of the heart, and "eye to eye" - so vital. Great.
I read it in one breath. Let's drink, so to speak. Very good!!!
I was shamelessly late for training (it was impossible to break away), so I unsubscribe immediately, in hot pursuit, so to speak. Interesting and dynamic! Tears welled up not only at the end. In the place where Olya and Zhenya hold hands in the middle of the class. Well, a couple of times closer to the denouement.
Tightening became approximately closer to a third of the book and further on the rise, that is, everything is fine with dynamism. It is easy to read, and tears out where necessary, and you often giggle. I didn’t bother with the time continuum at all, even there were no questions. It's a convention, that's all. Overall, great idea and execution!
☯ Zhenya P., Andrey Zh. How did you adults manage to write about us children in such a way that it was interesting for us to read it?
Reader review lady_tory(livelib) : “There are such wonderful, wonderful, kind books that, when read, create a special, tangible aura of warmth. Through it, the world seems more beautiful, brighter, and a fluffy feeling of happiness swells in the soul, bursts out along with the desire to enclose the whole world in a strong friendly embrace. it's great that such books exist! They simply warm memories of childhood, charge with a real faith in justice that is not undermined by doubts. Reading does not at all resemble a nostalgic evening spent with an album of old sketches on your knees, rather it is a vivid kaleidoscope of scenes from the life of two eras. these scenes are typical of their time - another question, let's leave it to the conscience of the authors, but the main strokes are correctly noticed and really touch the soul sometimes. The book is written for children and does an excellent job of "teaching while entertaining". Yes, to be honest, it is written so entertainingly that not every adult will be able to come off!
The story "Time is always good", the authors of which are Andrei Zhvalevsky and Evgenia Pasternak, will be of interest to both young and adult readers. Children will see in it a fascinating story about time travel, adults will be able to see something deeper. Of course, you should understand that this is a fantastic work, so not everything here coincides with reality. Especially since modern world it was quite difficult for writers to reflect, because the book was written in 2007. To a greater extent, it is worth paying attention to the idea of \u200b\u200bthe writers, which they managed to display well in this book.
The main characters of the story are ordinary children Olya and Vitya. They love to have fun, they go to school, they have friends, joys and sorrows happen in their lives. They have so much in common, like all children, but there is a big difference between them - the time in which they live. Vitya lives in 1980, and Olya lives in 2018. Almost forty years between the childhood of Olya and Vitya.
One day, something unusual happens. In a dream, they change places. Now Olya lives in 1980, and Vitya in 2018. And here the real adventures begin, because the children are not used to the world in which they find themselves. Olya does not understand how you can live like this, what is happening around. Yes, and Vitya was confused by the fuss in which he found himself. So what's the best time? Is it better to play outside or sit at the computer? When can you find real friends? What time is more fun? How have people changed in 40 years? Or maybe it's not about time at all? Maybe the person himself, his perception and attitude to life is much more important?
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A. Zhvalevsky, E. Pasternak
Time is always good
Feedback from test readers from LiveJournal
I've read it. Just super! Honestly, it was impossible to break away!
Here you know how to squeeze a tear out of the reader. I don’t understand why, but, reading the ending, I sat and squelched my nose.
Idea is class! And the absence / presence of books, and the division into a column, and the beating of the heart, and "eye to eye" - it's so vital. Great.
I read it in one breath. Let's drink, so to speak. Very good!!!
I was shamelessly late for training (it was impossible to break away), so I unsubscribe immediately, in hot pursuit, so to speak. Interesting and dynamic! Tears welled up not only at the end. In the place where Olya and Zhenya hold hands in the middle of the class. Well, a couple of times closer to the denouement.
Tightening became approximately closer to a third of the book and further on the rise, that is, everything is fine with dynamism. It is easy to read, and tears out where necessary, and you often giggle. I didn’t bother with the time continuum at all, even there were no questions. It's a convention, that's all. Overall, great idea and execution!
Zhenya P., Andrey Zh. How did you, adults, manage to write about us children in such a way that it was interesting for us to read it?
Sinichka, April 10, 2018, morning
I woke up from a joyful “coo-ka-re-ku” and turned off the alarm clock on the comedian. I got up, wandered to the kitchen, turned on the computer on the way. There is still an hour before the first lesson, it is quite possible to see what was written on the forum overnight.
While the computer was loading, I managed to pour myself a cup of tea and listen to the standard from my mother:
- Olya, where did you go, eat like a man at the table for once.
“Yeah,” I muttered, grabbing a sandwich and heading to the monitor.
I went to the school forum. As usual, the Internet lived a busy life at night. Big Ape had another fight with Bird. We argued for a long time, until two in the morning. Here people are lucky, no one drives them to sleep.
- Olya, you're leaving in half an hour, and you're still in your pajamas!
- Well, right now ...
I angrily looked up from the computer and went to get dressed. I really didn't want to drag myself to school, especially since the first lesson was scheduled for a math test. This test has not yet been written by any class, so the tasks did not appear on the forum, and last year's ones were too lazy to look in the archive. Then fizra, history and only one decent lesson - OKG. Yes, and what they teach us there! Print? The school curriculum has not changed for ten years! Ha! Yes, now any normal student will type the text faster than he will speak.
While I was getting dressed, I still read yesterday's forum swearing. And then the eye suddenly caught on the fact that in the box, it turns out, there is a personal message. I opened it and ... my heart began to beat often, often. From Hawk...
The message was short. "Hey! Do you have a boyfriend?" But my hands were shaking. The hawk visited the forum rarely, but aptly. Sometimes, as soon as he writes something, as he jokes, everyone runs to read. And once he even wrote his own poems. The hawk is just a dream of all girls. In PM, they often only discussed what the Hawk would write new. And most importantly, no one, no one knew who he really was.
What Hawk wrote to me, Titmouse, it was just like a bolt from the blue.
Olya, are you going to school?
Oh, and why just go somewhere, if here it is, real life. Now I would sit down, calmly come up with an answer, write. And then find out his ICQ number and chat, chat at night ... I already closed my eyes with happiness. And then she took the briefcase and sullenly trudged to the door.
Vitya, April 10, 1980, morning
The fourth quarter is the coolest. Before the summer holidays there is quite a bit, some one and a half months. And most importantly - before summing up the annual marks. I love April very much, and even more - the end of May. A couple more tests, collecting diaries ... and you open the last page, and there - solid, well-deserved fives. And a commendation sheet in the load ...
No, I'm not asking, but it's nice all the same. To be honest, when I was called to the head teacher, I had no doubt that I would hear something pleasant. And when I entered and saw the senior Pioneer leader in the office, I decided that this pleasant thing would be connected with my position in the detachment. Maybe they will introduce squads to the council? It would be great!
But I only guessed halfway.
“Sit down, Vitya,” Tamara Vasilievna, our head teacher, nicknamed Vassa, said sternly, “Tanya and I are talking to you as to the chairman of the detachment’s council!”
I sat down, automatically thinking: “There is no need for a comma before “how”, because here it means “as”.
Tanechka and Vassa looked at me sternly. Now it was clear that we were talking about some important, but not very pleasant business. Perhaps, about an unscheduled collection of scrap metal in honor of the opening of a new Komsomol construction site.
“Do you remember, Vitya,” the head teacher continued, “Zhenya Arkhipov brought Easter cake to school on Monday?”
I was surprised. Some unexpected question.
- Bulku? I clarified.
- Kulich! - Tanechka corrected me in such a nasty voice that it became clear that this was the whole point of the Easter cake.
I nodded.
– What are you nodding? Tanechka suddenly hissed. - No language?
It didn't look like a leader. Usually she spoke to me in a friendly and even respectful way. Not like with everyone else. I hastily said:
- I remember how Arkhipov brought a bun ... Easter cake!
- Tanechka! No need to shout at Vitya, - Vassa tried to speak softer, but she did not succeed well.
“It’s not his fault,” the head teacher continued.
I stopped thinking at all. What is to blame? Why didn't we eat this bun ... Easter cake in the dining room?
“But this is blatant…” Tanechka began, but Vassa did not let her finish.
“Victor,” she said in her usual commanding voice, “please tell us how it all happened.
I told everything honestly. How Zhenya brought a bun, how he treated everyone, how everyone ate. And even Irka Voronko treated, although they had a fight before that. And he treated me. The bun was delicious, sweet, just a little dry. Everything.
– And what were you talking about? the pioneer leader asked threateningly.
“I don’t remember,” I admitted frankly, after thinking.
“You were talking about Arkhipov’s grandmother,” Vassa told me.
- Yes! Exactly! - I was glad that I remembered the right thing. - He said that she baked a bun!
Two pairs of eyes glared at me.
“And why did she bake this… this bun, do you remember?” – the head teacher's voice sounded insinuating.
I remembered. I got hot. Now I understand why I was called.
“Uuuu…” I started. “Just like that… It seems…
- Here! - the senior pioneer leader raised her finger incriminatingly. - That's a pernicious influence! Vitya! You never lied! You're the chairman of the squad's council! Excellent student! Your dad is a party worker!
I got really bad. For the first time in my life, I actually lied to my senior comrades. But I didn't want to tell the truth. So I decided to keep quiet.
“Oh, Victor, Victor…” Vassa shook her head. Is this what I taught you? Is this what the pioneer heroes did? Did Pavlik Morozov, whose name our team bears, act like that?
The head teacher looked sternly at the counselor, and she broke off. Apparently, now was not the time to remember past merits. I looked at the floor and felt the hot color flood my cheeks.
We were silent for a bit, and every second I was getting hotter.
“So,” Vassa rasped softly, “do you remember why Grandma Arkhipova baked Easter cake?”
I didn't move. It was like tetanus attacked me.
“Okay,” the head teacher sighed, “I’ll have to remind you. Grandma Arkhipova baked this Easter cake ... Easter cake!., For the religious holiday "Easter".
I listened to this steely voice and remembered the vague rumors that were circulating about Vassa. Either she personally demolished the monuments to Stalin, or she protected them from demolition ... It was not customary to talk about this now, so no one knew the details. But that she excelled at the same time - that's for sure.
- Grandmother Arkhipova, - continued the head teacher, - in this way she tries ...
Vassa fell silent, choosing her words, and a pioneer leader came to her aid:
- He's trying to trick you! And lure in a network of religious dope.
The head teacher frowned. She, a teacher of the Russian language with great experience, did not like something in the phrase "network of religious dope." But she did not correct Tanya, on the contrary, she supported her.
- That's it!
The head teacher and the Pioneer leader were solemnly silent. Probably to make it better for me.
They tried in vain - it had already dawned on me that it couldn’t be better.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Vassa finally asked.
I was only able to extract:
We will no longer...
The leader and the head teacher rolled their eyes so that they themselves looked like religious old women from some movie. And then they explained to me what I had to do.
Titmouse, April 10, 2018, day
The day at school didn't go well from the start. The mathematician completely went berserk, the lesson began with the fact that she collected comedians from everyone. That is, I wrote the control as if without hands, no one to talk to, no spurs for you, no calculator for you. Just like in prehistoric times! Most importantly, many have second comedians, but somehow they didn’t think to take them with them. Yes, and then she did something weird, took and handed out papers to us - this, she says, is a control, decide. The class was amazing. How, he says, to solve it?
And she smiles so maliciously and says: write with a pen on a piece of paper. And a detailed solution to each problem. Horror! I have probably not held a pen in my hands for half a year. I can imagine what I did there and how I wrote it all. In short, three points, probably out of ten ...
So compared to this control, everything else was just seeds. But the whole day the forum was buzzing. Well, we can’t even put the tasks in the grid, no one thought to steal a leaf to scan it, but you can’t remember it by heart either, and it didn’t occur to write it down. Then we didn’t go out of the network at all the lessons, so we tried to talk about comedians. You can’t look at anyone, everyone has comedians under their desks and only fingers flicker - messages are typed. And there were almost two hundred people at the forum at the same time, this is the whole parallel of the fifth grades, and even the curious from the others got in. At breaks, they only had time to scroll through the topic, and answer questions. You’ll go from office to office, plop down on a desk and immediately into a comedian, read what’s new there. It's cool, you go into the classroom - silence. And everyone is sitting typing something, typing ... It's more convenient, of course, to use voice dialing, but not in the classroom! Because then everyone will immediately recognize your nickname. And this cannot be allowed. Nick is top secret information.
I knew a couple of nicknames. Beauty is Ninka, Murekha is Lisa. And I also guessed about a few people, but did not know for sure. Well, the fact that I am Titmouse - literally three also knew this. Titmouse - because my last name is Vorobyova. But if Sparrow had written, everyone would have immediately guessed that I was me, Sinichka wrote. And I found such a cool avatar - a titmouse sits and shakes fat from the feeder.
Once we had a story, a girl from the seventh grade was declassified. One of the girlfriends took and wrote on the net that Violet is Kirov from the seventh "A". Horror ... So she then had to go to another school. Because you can write if everyone knows that it's you! It’s even impossible to flirt, it’s like taking it and confessing your love openly to someone! Brrr...
And only the most trusted know my nickname. We are friends with them. We even went to a cafe together once when it was my birthday. I know everything about them. And ICQ, and mail. In short, these definitely will not pass!
So, about the day that didn't work out. The last lesson we have is a class hour. Our teacher comes and says in such an angry voice:
- Well, they removed all the phones.
We just jumped. Someone even said out loud:
- You made, all agreed, or something!
And the teacher, our classmate, Elena Vasilievna barks like a bark:
- Phones on the table! And listen carefully, now, one might say, your fate is being decided.
We are completely quiet. And she walked through the rows and turned off the comedians. Well, it's the end of the world...
And then she went out in front of the class and read in a tragic voice:
I'll recap it briefly, in my own words.
In connection with the excessive computerization of schoolchildren and to test their knowledge, establish exams at the end of each academic year. The grade is set on a ten-point system and is taken out in the certificate of maturity. This is so that, they say, we studied well all the years, and not just the last class. Yes, but the horror is not in this, but in the fact that these exams will be held not in the form of tests, but orally.
- What? one of the boys asked.
I even looked around, but I didn’t understand who asked, I don’t distinguish them at all.
- There are three exams, - continued Elena Vasilievna, - Russian language and literature - orally, mathematics - in writing, but not on a computer, but on paper, and history - also orally. This is done so that you, modern schoolchildren, learn to speak at least a little and write with a pen on paper. Exams in three weeks.
The class is stuck. So they dispersed in complete horror. I didn’t even turn on the comedian until I got home ...
Vitya, April 10, 1980, evening
In the evening I had to prepare for political information. There was just a broadcast about how the American imperialists are trying to disrupt the Olympics in Moscow, and people of good will do not allow them to do so. But I could not concentrate at all - I sat and thought about Zhenya. Of course, he was wrong, but it was still disgusting in his soul.
In the end, I realized that I did not understand anything from the announcer's story, and turned off the TV. Dad will come to dinner, bring Pravda and Sovetskaya Belorussia - I will copy from there. I called Zhenya, but my grandmother picked up the phone.
He has been running around for two hours now. You tell him, Vitenka, - Zhenya's grandmother's voice was raspy, but pleasant, - that he should go home! I worry! It's getting dark soon!
I hastily promised and ran into the yard. The fact that I had to talk to the culprit of this whole story upset me even more. Grandmother, of course, is old, about fifty, or even all seventy, but this does not justify her. You can't let your own grandson down like that!
I went to look for Arkhipych on our pear - the one near the transformer box. There weren’t even leaves on it yet, but it’s so cool to sit on a tree and dangle your legs! The branches are thick, you see everyone, but no one sees you!
- Zhenya! I shouted as I approached. - Come on, we need to talk!
A chuckle was heard from the pear. I had to climb myself. Arkhipych sat at the very top, where I was always afraid to climb. When I was little, back in the second grade, I took a bite from the lowest branch of this pear, and since then I have been terribly afraid of heights. Now I didn’t climb up either, I settled on my favorite branch in the very center of the tree. The branch was thick, reliable, and curved very comfortably, like the back of an armchair.
- Why are you silent? I asked angrily. - Silent ... Giggling ...
- Hello, Taras! Zhenya replied.
Only he called me Taras, by the name of the Ukrainian writer. We haven't gone through it yet, but Zhenya has read half of the home library, including this Taras Shevchenko. Moreover, I read haphazardly, everything in a row that comes to hand. I couldn't do that, I read the books strictly in order. I even tried to master the Great Soviet Encyclopedia, but broke down on the second volume. There were too many unfamiliar words. But Pushkin read everything - from the first volume to the last. Now I started Gogol.
Usually I liked it when Zhenya called me Taras, but today for some reason I was offended.
- I'm not Taras! I am Victor!
- Why are you so angry, Taras? Zhenya was surprised.
- Nothing! I snapped. - I'm telling you: get down, we need to talk! What are you?
- Come on, come to me! It's great here!
I didn't want to fly, but I had to. The conversation was such that ... In general, I didn’t want to shout about him to the whole yard.
When I cautiously sat down on the branch closest to Arkhipych, he yelled:
- Kachka! All hands on deck! - and began to swing the top.
I grabbed the branch with all my might and begged:
- Enough! Will break!
- It won't break! - Zhenya objected, but he stopped the “rolling” anyway. "So what did you want?"
I began to talk about the conversation with the leader and head teacher. The more he told, the gloomier Zhenya became. Yes, and I was more and more sick - either from the height, or from something else. When I got to the most unpleasant, I even had to shut up for a minute, otherwise I would definitely have vomited.
– And what do they want? asked Arkhipych, and at that moment his voice became as raspy as his grandmother's.
I breathed a little and answered:
- To say that there is no God! Right in front of the whole class!
- Is that all? - Zhenya immediately cheered up.
“Not all,” I admitted. “I need you to…well…say that your grandmother was wrong to give us that bun.” And you're ashamed that she believes in God.
- I'm not ashamed of anything! Zhenya screeched again. What difference does it make whether you believe or not? She is good and kind!
– It goes without saying. But she does believe! So you should be ashamed!
- It's stupid! I won't say that!
"Then you know what they'll do?" Get kicked out of school!
- Don't get kicked out! I'm the smartest in the class! If they kick me out, then everyone else must be driven out too!
It was true. Arkhipych never really crammed, but he received only “nickles”. I also went to excellent students, but some fives were not easy for me. Especially in the Russian language - well, I couldn’t write a long word so that there were no corrections in it! And in drawing I got a B in general only out of pity. I can’t even draw a straight line even under the ruler. I try very hard, but it's all to no avail. Oh, to invent such a thing so that she draws lines herself! He pressed the button - a line, the second he pressed - a circle, the third - some tricky graph, as in the Pravda newspaper on the second page. And if the thing itself corrected errors ... But this, of course, is fantastic.
But Zhenya knows mathematics and Russian very well, and remembers all the dates from history, and draws almost like a real artist. He is right, such a good student will not be expelled. I didn't believe it myself when I said it. Yes, I wanted to intimidate.
- Well, they will scold!
- Let them scold! They will scold and leave! There was nothing to object. Although I really wanted to.
I realized that I envy Zhenya. I really don't like being scolded. Not because my dad and mom scold me - to be honest, they are rarely at home. I just don't like it, that's all. Then I remembered the request of Grandma Arkhipych.
“And your grandmother is waiting for you at home,” I said vindictively. - Worried.
Zhenya immediately twitched to get off, but held himself back. Only girls run home at the first call. We chatted a little more, but after about five minutes Arkhipych casually said:
- I got hungry for something. I'm going to eat! Bye.
“For now,” I replied.
Zhenya famously jumped to the ground and walked with an uneven gait - as if he really wanted to run, but he had to restrain himself.
After a couple of meters, he still could not stand it and started running. I climbed into the middle of the pear tree and sat a little longer. Around my neck, on the same ribbon as the key, was my father's old watch, so that I could keep track of the time. Dad from his regional committee will not come before nine, mom and even later - she works at an evening school.
But it soon became quite boring, and I trudged home. Suddenly I realized that I had not told Zhenya one very important thing, I went cold and rushed into the entrance with all my might.
Like a mad bullet, I flew up to my fourth floor, quickly opened the door and grabbed the phone. This time, Zhenya himself picked up the phone, and that was by the way.
“Just don’t tell anyone that I warned you about the meeting!” I blurted out.
- Why?
“I was told that… what this should be for you…”
I tried to remember the word Vassa had used, but I couldn't.
- Well, in general, it should be unexpected!
- Okay, I won't tell! Bye.
I hung up and sat down for a while. I was still a little nauseous. Suddenly the front door swung open - I even shuddered. Dad was standing on the threshold, but he was in no hurry to enter.
- What is it? he asked sternly, pointing to the castle from the outside.
I said nothing. The question, as Mom says, is rhetorical. My key was stuck in the lock, along with a ribbon and a watch tied to it.
“It’s good that I came home early,” dad took the key out of the door, went in and closed the door behind him. “What if there was a thief?”
It was clear from his tone that dad was in the mood for a long story about all sorts of important things. Something urgently needed to be done.
- Sorry, dad! I just thought, tomorrow I need to tell about the boycott of the Olympics at political information, but I don’t understand everything.
Dad himself is an avid fisherman, but then he pecked no worse than some ruff.
What is there not to understand? He sat down in a chair, put the key aside and began to take off his shoes.
- Well, that's why the US does not want to go to the Olympics? Are you afraid to lose?
“No, no,” Dad chuckled, “it’s more complicated here. Do you remember we talked about the Cold War?
I nodded. My heart was relieved - dad went on new rails.
- So, in this war, all means are good ...
Time travel. This topic is certainly not new, but nevertheless, every book on this topic is interesting and curious to me. That's why I succumbed to the temptation and took a children's book by contemporary Russian authors. And, to be honest, it was quite good, although it is still far from ideal.
The idea of the story is as simple as five kopecks - the boy Vitya lives for himself in 1980, and the girl Olya lives in 2018, each with his own life, with his own joys, sorrows and problems. And then... they suddenly switched places. And now Olya and Vita will have to re-learn how to live in a miracle time.
The first thing that catches your eye when reading is exaggeration. On one scale - 1980. The Soviet Union, pioneers and ... a scandal over faith in God. Of course, I did not find these times, but somehow I never heard that in these years a child was attacked for an unfortunate Easter cake. But although that worries me less. But 2018 .. Yes, the book was written eight years ago, but ... Did the writers really think that over the years children would forget how to read and write, and would only be able to press the keys while chatting on the forums. And the term "comedian" instead of the phone. And where did they come up with it. However, let's leave the comedian alone, what's worse is that the children are presented as some terribly primitive from a social point of view, and do not know how to talk to each other! And it seems, yes, it looks like our world, where children with kindergarten they have smartphones, but no one has canceled personal communication for them. In short, it was a miscalculation.
Well, okay, now about the interesting. Namely, how children settled in someone else's life. And here, I must say that Olya was much more interesting to me. Her childish-modern take on the drab and boring Union very accurately describes my view of the time, age-adjusted of course. She became that ray of light that at least a little illuminated the anguish of the reality of pioneers and sneaks. It is clear that she could not break the system, but still it was cool. But Vitya took root easily and quickly, although it was not easy to knock the Soviet "nonsense" out of his head. And it's easier to get used to computers, bright clothes and high-speed cars than to their absence. And the skills of live communication will only benefit. In general, the experiment, if you can call it that, was a success.
And now about the bad, or rather about what was missing. And first of all, “justify” is lame here - it’s clear how the children switched places on the external level, but it’s not clear how it happened on the physical level. It is good, of course, that scientists with time machines were not stuck here, but at least some explanations could be added. Well, let's write off the fact that the book is for children. And yet, the denouement with a woman Any. No, it’s beautiful, of course, but somehow unrealistic in general, far-fetched, or something.
If we talk about the book as a whole, then it left a positive impression. It is easy to read, the main idea is clear and understandable, although I do not entirely agree with it. It's really nice to know that there are still good contemporary children's writers out there.
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