Youth
"Why did you give in to this juridical - the Faculty of the Faculty! Whether it's a medical institute, "Lena, a Polish grandmother on the maternal line, urged me passionately. - Imagine, you - a young, talented therapist, and you come to the medical examination pretty girl with a beautiful chest! It's not work, it's a song, an eternal holiday of the soul for a young man! "Baba Lena knew very well which strings of my passionate nature can be played best. "Can it be better then a gynecologist?" - I continued the theme of eroticism in the professional activities of a doctor. "No way, because this is a natural" zagrebilovka "men in a sexual relationship. I tell you this from the experience of my colleagues and doctors, "my grandmother strongly objected. The fact is that she spent her entire adult life as a surgeon, and in an ambulance, which is actually the same as the work of a military surgeon in the front line, only in peacetime. This entertaining conversation took place on July 2, 1981 in the apartment of my grandfather and grandmother on my mother's line, which for a while turned into a base for the preparation of the future student of the Altai State University. It was exactly a week ago that I left Karaganda and flew to Barnaul, my hometown, and all the time my grandmother urged me to go to the medical institute day after day to continue the dynasty of doctors. And after all, she practically persuaded me! I was stopped only by the fact that I had to take physics and chemistry to the medical institute, with which I had, frankly speaking, very complicated relations with my child. In addition, it was a pity, painfully sorry for the titanic work of my parents, who from the eighth grade purposefully prepared me for admission to the Faculty of Law - Dad, respectively, engaged with me in the History of the Fatherland; Mother, the philologist herself by education, the Russian language and literature. In general, with all these soul-saving conversations, my whole mind went to the "Nagaska" - I turned into a solid lump of "torment and doubt." Fortunately, my father came to Barnaul, insure me on admission, and everything fell into place - on the family council it was decided, to the great chagrin of my grandmother, to continue the dynasty of lawyers.
And the "hot" time for preparing for the exams began. I was shut up along with the textbooks in the grandmother's room, from which I went out only for want and for food, and I began, from day to day, intensively "gnawing the granite of science." Soon I could easily "flash" on any issue of military history, and illustrate my answer on the card with a map - a scheme of military operations in world-class battles, and confidently quote them with a capacious quote from the works of the classics of Marxism-Leninism. Even better things were in literature. I learned such a volume of poems that when in the examination of literature and the Russian language I had a question about the work of Fedor Tyutchev, the examiner simply "caught my eye on my forehead" in surprise - I not only cheerfully recited a whole cascade of poetry of this great poet, but also made Their detailed philological analysis, which could be envied by Mr. Belinsky, himself Vissarion Grigorievich. "Well done, Voronin, I put you" excellent! "- exclaimed the examiner, who, as it later turned out, was Corresponding Member of the Russian Academy of Sciences, Doctor of Philology Vera Anatolievna Pishchalnikova - the largest in Russia and Europe specialist in psycholinguistics. We would probably be surprised then if we found out that in 2001 Vera Anatolyevna would work (admittedly, a full-time employee) under my supervision at the Criminal Procedure Department of the Barnaul Law Institute of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia.
I had some difficulties in the entrance exam in English. The fact is that the entire 10th grade foreign language teacher in Karaganda was ill, so I thoroughly forgot English, which, by the way, was very good at 8th and 9th grades. It was necessary, once again, to connect my "peacock" to become - I boasted in completely wild English with an unknown "Altai" dialect, so that two charming young examiners laughed affectionately, listening to my frank delirium, and, apparently, pitying me, All the same, put "excellent".
In the final of the entrance exams, I approached with a very good result, scoring 22, 5 points. However, already during the exams, the "passing" point for applicants who did not serve the army rose to 23 units, and I was catastrophically short of the coveted 0, 5 points for entering the university. For such "problematic" children, the dean of the Faculty of Law Valentina Platonovna Kolesova arranged a personal interview with a view to getting to know more about
