One day our student group, as usual, sent us with the "Kalina" for beer to the nearest beer garden in Peschanaya Street. When we came there, as always, we were met by a huge "kilometer" line of "suffering" - a picture typical for that time in Barnaul - there was a catastrophic lack of beer spots for a strong drinking local population. Our "saboteur", of course, was not going to stand modestly in line and wait patiently, but calmly approached the hand, grabbed the hand with a slight movement of his hand and pushed aside a dozen bruises, and with the second hand handed the seller two empty jerricans. The indignant crowd seemed to be jerking at first, but immediately bitterly regretted it - on the dirty, beer-filled floor, there were already three "lifeless" bodies - this "Kalina" with lightning movement of the hand "turned off" them.
I told this story to my grandfather, and he liked it so much that he again and again asked me to repeat it. I gladly fulfilled his request, completing the story with new funny details, in "faces" and paints depicting the picture of this happening in the "brewing" of the "sacred" event. "In short, we go to the pub," I once again told this heart-rending story, "and there shaking" bruises "(auth - former" zeks "or alcoholics in prison jargon), such nasty and smelly - brrr !!! "Kalina" grabbed them with this hand - I showed my grandfather how and what he did - and easily pushed from the bar, and there was a man of 30! And then, as he gave to the five, they all immediately fell! "Grandfather laughed with a joyful, giggling laugh, imagining this entertaining picture. Very much he, a truly Russian person, loved strong, brave people; Their insolence and valiant daring! "Prefect, Sergey, prefect! - it was my grandfather's favorite word. "Ahhh, yessss, Kalina, ahhhh, you, son of a bitch!" Strong, a tramp, nothing to say! "So grandfather forever, in absentia, with disinterested" platonic "love fell in love with this Russian, almost epic, soldier from the special forces. The second character, which should be told, was Sergei Kandrin ("Depardieu") - the most grown-up student in our course - he was already 26 years old. He was born from the Mamontovsky district - one of the most picturesque forest areas of the Altai Territory, managed 3 years to serve "urgent" in the navy and work in agriculture. Particular attention, of course, deserves his service in the Pacific Fleet. The fact is that Seryozha, thanks to his outstanding abilities and knowledge in the field of radio electronics, served as a cipher on the flagship missile cruiser, which, moreover, did not get out of combat campaigns on the far seas and oceans. The cipherer is the second person on the ship after the commander of the ship, and one can only imagine what kind of service DePardier had. "Not life, but raspberries!" - as is sung in the famous chanson of those years. When Kandrin took out his dubborn album from under the bed in the student hostel and began proudly to show his naval photographs, we, salagians who did not serve in the army, simply caught breath with envy.
Here, Seryozha, tanned to black, in shorts and a tropical cork helmet under the huge palm trees is in an embrace with charming flip flops, which he just waist-deep and "breathe in the navel." And in this picture he is already posing in front of the camera, sitting on an elephant in Sri Lanka. Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam - it is difficult to name a place where the ubiquitous "Depardieu" would not have visited. And, mind you, it was in Soviet times, in which, beyond the friendly countries of the socialist camp, it was simply impossible for an ordinary person to break through abroad.
Once at the university, I, remembering my solemn oath, given to the dean of the law faculty at the interview, went to the local student club - to offer my exclusive services to the musician. But here I was awaited by a cruel disappointment: at the Law Department, with the exception of the ensemble of the political song "Gloria", there was nothing else. In this ensemble, completely zaideologized, at that time Yura Dranishnikov (my classmate), Sasha Petrov, Oleg Pronin and Galya Lisitsyna (the student of the last, 5th year) sang, which, in fact, was the initiator of me, after all, Took in this ensemble - the male part of the group rested "horn" and was categorically against the new member of the team. At that time, Valentina Platonovna Kolesova, the dean of law faculty, displayed simply outstanding organizational skills, having managed somewhere to get for the faculty a magnificent concert grand piano "Estonia", at a cost equal to the car "Volga". This grand piano was so good for its sound and design that it came to him to study on it beforehand, asking the dean for permission in advance, the teachers of the Barnaul Musical College (for example, the well-known organist Sergei Budkeev in Russia), located near the building of the law faculty. It was this piano that became the main Teacher in my life, defining for many years my musical preferences and developing an uncommon technique for playing the piano.
Once in the ensemble of the political song "Gloria" I, as always, with all my heart, fell in love with my patroness Galya Lisitsynu. Galya, of course, felt her instinct of a married woman, but she treated me with an emphatically
