The role of D, Artagnan in the play is absolutely brilliant, in my opinion, was performed by Sergei Bulygin - known at the law department as "buzoter" and a drunkard with the beautiful face of the famous actor Igor Kostolevsky. The role of Porthos, also very talented, was performed by Oleg Kazakov - our "informal" leader in the theater, a lanky undergraduate student who, despite his size and excessive obesity, performed such breathtaking "cabbage rolls" in the air during the final " We have already captured the spirit! Unfortunately, in 2001, the lawyer Oleg Rudolfovich Kazakov, who is famous in Barnaul, graduated from the university with a red diploma, got into some very strange sect, from which he could still get out, though with great difficulty. But, of course, the most brilliant actor's work, recognized even by high professionals from the Altai Regional Drama Theater, visited our performance somehow, was the role of Athos performed by Zhenya Sysoyeva. Stunning natural plastic, bright appearance and unmatched actor's charisma have done their work, and, to date, Evgeny Sysoev is the highest paid "bandit" lawyer in the city of Barnaul, and this, as they say, "is worth a lot!"
The long-awaited summer of 1982 came, and with it - the most terrible and the most difficult, because the first, summer session at the Faculty of Law. However, this session, to which all students were frightened from the beginning of the academic year, to everyone's surprise, passed without much shock - and even the most "terrible" teacher of Soviet state law, Aleksandr Pavlovich Vlasov, the party organizer of the university (in fact, the same zampolit in the army) Despite all the severity during the seminar sessions in relation to me and Oleg Korobkov, with whom we already became friends, set us both "excellent". We did not know then and, of course, we could not know that Fate would again bring us together with Alexander Pavlovich, but in completely different circumstances. And it was so.
With Oleg Korobkov, a student from Novosibirsk, we agreed on the first course on the basis of tourism. Oleja was an avid tourist, and every summer, as a routine, he left for the Altai campsite in Biysk, where he worked as a guide for tourist groups in the Altai Mountains for almost the whole summer. Subsequently, to this worthy occupation, he introduced me, which I will talk about a little later. But there was one more thing, one thing that united us: it is an unlimited love for literature.
One day Oleg offered me to write a novel on one of the most boring lectures of associate professor Adikhanov about the tragic story of the old zoophile Afrikanych who fell in love with his "goat" love to his goat Zorka and fell down with her at the hands of the accursed evil creature, the sexy maniac, Zootechnician Arnold. I do not know where I saw or overheard this instructive story of Korobkov, but I did not see anything more idiotic and absurdist in my life. It was decided to write the most boring lectures: Adikhanov had environmental law, Tena had civil law and Fedoseev had a civil process. And the work went on, the painstaking literary work about which Vladimir Mayakovsky said so well at the time: "You produce a single word for the thousand tons of verbal ore!"
We worked as obsessive, covered with literary "fever": paragraph - Oleg, paragraph - I. Finally, this immortal work was written, and we decided at the lecture of Tena to read it completely in order to form a holistic impression of this "classic of modern times".
Yes, "Mankina love", indeed, impressed with a gallery of carefully prescribed images and characters, took for the soul the "majestic" panorama of the rural life of the modern Soviet village! Especially the tragedy was astonished by the scene when the unfortunate Afrikinych, bending over the lifeless body, brutally raped and killed by Arnold the goat Zorka, with the scream of the poor Karandyshev from the "Dowry": "So do not get you anybody!" - a sickle blow, in an instant , Oskoplyaet itself. While we were finishing this terrible bloodthirsty scene, we hardly both cried for pity for the unfortunate old man, who had lost his precious eggs in the name of Great Love to the animal; I just wanted to sob out loud at this senile, simply "lame" lecture by Leonid Vasilievich Tena, who, with an unflappable air of the Dalai Lama, tells us about some sort of useless supplies. And here deliveries, fines and other penalties, when such serious passions are boiling here! After reading my literary "bestseller," Oleg and I were horrified only by the thought that this "criminal fiction" can get into the wrong hands, and swore to no one and never show it. But, as they say, "fresh legend"!
One day, Oleg, noisily marking some other significant event in the student hostel, could not resist and arranged a loud group "reading" of "Mankin love" in one of the girlish rooms where our dear classmates lived. During the reading of this "epoch-making" work in the maiden room, there was such an eerie, simply Homeric laughter that passing neighbors on the "hostel" were simply perplexed: what could cheer these frivolous girls so? They literally rolled on the floor with laughter, holding on to their bellies, but .... Not long music played! As usual, there were "goodwill", which this event did not quite like; Rather, I did not even like it at all. And soon a storm struck: we were
