The tale of how students passed the first session

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Autobiographical story

Passed the first session. An event in the life of students, in terms of importance, comparable only to the capture of the Bastille. People who took this fortress will understand me, as well as those who regularly celebrate this event. So the holiday of the first session is not just a booze in a student dormitory for you. As I remember, we decided, as they say, to think hard, so that all the details of the holiday would be ingrained in memory, like a piece of chocolate cake in a virgin white dress of a bride. Without further ado, Alena, a student of history faculty, offered to go to Gavrilovka to her grandmother Ari, thus return to the origins of civilization, breathe fresh country air, and so on, and so on … Although the most weighty argument was thrown as if by accident:"

Grandmother Arya, as it turned out, was already on the bus, lived much further than the regional center.

Five students languidly unloaded at the bus station (very conditional) in Gavrilovka. Olya and Marina, psychology students, as I remember stepping on Gavrilov's land, looked like Hollywood stars: over meter heels, floor-length fur coats and their own hair as headdresses, Yves Rocher lipstick, Christian Dior ink. Against the background of grannies in felt boots, wrapped up in downy shawls and local youth prancing in Chinese leatherette, the girls looked, frankly, indecent, which one of the old women quickly testified, calling the girls a very unkind word to her neighbor in the ear so that everything understood who we were talking about.

For Baba Ari, our visit should have been a complete surprise. The old woman, however, almost had a stroke, her granddaughter burst into the house to the howling of the dogs … Baba Arya, until she turned on the light, answered all Alena's kindred greetings: "The devils are carrying you … Look, they have gone!"

A bright woman of seventy years laid us to sleep in the parlor, but on the feather beds … I'll tell you the pleasure when you fall into the white paradise … Only here, unfortunately, the old woman saved on coal, and it took quite a long time to warm up with the warmth of her own body …

In the morning everyone was awakened by Marina's scream. I remember her huge pupils and hair standing on end … Before my eyes Olga's hair began to rise to the top, and there her mouth opened in a drawn-out cry …

On a free ottoman lay a shaggy creature with a huge head, horns and from incredible nostrils it let off steam … On closer examination, the creature turned out to be a cow Mashka. Kolya's friend, from the Physics and Mathematics Department, saw a cow for the first time, he said, and immediately stated that a cow, as a kind of domestic animal, is a creature, in fact, in extreme kinship with humans, because it sleeps with dirty hooves on a clean ottoman blanket.

At the rich breakfast, we, frankly, were uncomfortable … In all order (as the streets are called in the villages), old women in turn came to look at the townspeople, but at the granddaughter Alena, how did the girl, they say, blossomed or not? Alena was filled with a violent scarlet color, when almost every neighbor, looking at her, stated: "Wow! And do not know, the current ran around the yard with a bare ass yesterday …"

Well, after breakfast the process began … Baba Arya melted the "Dutch woman", brought in the equipment into the house, opened a flask with beet mash and …

By the evening, Kolya's friend tried to teach the cow Masha to execute the commands: "Sit!" and "Give me a paw!" The girls ran to guess at the bathhouse, from where they flew out with a whistle, claiming that there was someone there, looking like a brownie …

Then the luminaries of Russian literature, long deceased, but that is why they were obliged to appear before us in the form of a spirit … find both the name and patronymic, and the surname of literary figures. The spirits did not appear by name and surname … As well as with a more affectionate call, such as: "Well, Lev Nikolaevich, well dear, why should you come to us, huh?"

In a word, the rest was a success and everything would be fine if Kolya's friend had not sprained his leg, climbing up the hill with two buckets of spring water … The buckets were outweighed and Kolya returned to the source … near which he wrapped a spring, buckets, a mountain, Lev Nikolaevich …

The next day we left, but promised Baba Ara to stop by in the summer … However, since then we have not returned to the origins.

Alexander Maksimovsky