As soon as we entered the office of the party organizer, we immediately saw an angry, somewhat irritated San Palych who was standing by the window in the strained position of Dr. Goebbels, and already from a distance, for some reason, showed us a very ugly, simply ugly "faqa" ( Author - a very indecent and offensive gesture in the youth subculture), because of which I immediately mentally dubbed him "Faker". Only then did Olezhi and I realize that as a child, San Palych apparently broke his middle finger on his right arm, he did not properly grow up, and the Party organizer for life was doomed to the world, so imperfect, the world to show this involuntary "fake" to his superiors, his wife , Friends, children; And now here we are, unhappy students, like rats driven into a corner. "Well, guys, they played hard, they got to know that you were already interested in the KGB! - "off the bat" went into the attack "Faker". "Well, tell me, what did you write for the rubbish?" Oleg and I exchanged glances at each other in perplexity. After all, I, unlike Korobkov, did not yet know about the "literary readings" in the hostel. San Palych began indignantly, back and forth, walking through the office. "Well, why are you silent, like schoolchildren who have been attacked? Here, read what kind of paper was sent to you from the KGB! "He threw us a paper on the table with the stamp" The Administration of the KGB of the USSR for the Altai Territory, "in which we read the heavy lines of death sentence:" Students of the Law Faculty of the Altai State University Voronin S .E. And Korobkov OL Wrote and arranged in a student's hostel a public reading of a literary work of anti-Soviet content "Mankina love", discrediting the way of life of the Soviet village. " "Well, have you read it? "Faaker asked us when we, stunned, finally raised our heads from the paper." In general, sit down and write the explanations! "He seated us at different tables and gave us a pen and a blank sheet. When we finished writing, he ordered Korobkov to leave, but I stayed. Left alone with me, the Party organizer began his insinuating soul-saving speech: "Seryozha, how did you do it? After all, we have been friends with your father for so many years (this, indeed, was so). Can you imagine how upset he will be when he finds out about what he did? Why did you contact this Jew (Oleg's father is Russian, and his mother, Elena Naumovna is Jewish)? Yes, surrender this Korobkov with all his "giblets", and let him go into the army - away from sin! "" No, Alexander Pavlovich, I can not do this, if necessary, we will join the army, but only together! " "Well as you know! You made your own choice, Sergei! "- Sadly said angrily and called Oleg back into the office. "So, guys, today go to the military registration and enlistment office, fall at the feet of the military commissar and persuade him to take you to the same spring call! This is the only way out for you in this situation. But first bring the notebook! "
We rushed to my house with all my might and feverishly rewrote the novel in a specially bought for this general notebook. For 3 hours of titanic work we managed to turn "hardcore" into "light eroticism", throwing out all the most frank scenes, while retaining the main literary hero of the novel - the charming goat Zorka. When we brought in a new, fairly "slippery" version of the novel "Fakeru", he read it reluctantly, loudly grunted and said, somehow without much enthusiasm: "Yes, you have all the golimaya pornography here!" We did not go into the nagging stuff Discussion, than differs "porn" from "eroticism", and went straight to the military registration and enlistment office of the Oktyabrsky district at the place of my registration, went to the military officer and told him my sad story. He turned out to be a very wise man. "Guys, do not you even imagine what it means to serve in the army with an incomplete higher education? You will immediately be given "chased" by the "student", and you will never get out of the outfits - well, they do not like half-educated people in the army. With higher education, it is difficult to serve, and, in general, horror! In general, do not fool, go and calmly finish your 5th year, everything will resolve by itself. And then - "welcome", as they say! "
No, I still get lucky, oh, how lucky it is for good people, who occasionally, from time to time, thanks to Ra, come across on my way. On that and decided. We continued to take the session, as if nothing had happened, when Vera Vasilievna Tikhonova, the curator of our group, came to us one day in the corridor of the law faculty (the wife of the well-known criminalist, Professor Yevgeny Nikolaevich Tikhonov). I have never loved this woman, because the heart of a musician has always felt in it some carefully concealed falsehood. "Guys, what happened to you with Alexander Pavlovich Vlasov? "Vera Vassilyevna asked, opposing grimacing." I heard that you are going to join the army? "" We are not going anywhere, not into any army, only through the "corpse" of Alexander Pavlovich! "- suddenly I got angry, so much so that at Tikhonova The spectacles crawled upwards in surprise and surprise. "Well, then I'll tell him so," she said softly and menacingly and went to the pulpit. And soon we learned from our classmate Vali Dolzhenko about how Vera Vasilyevna solemnly announced in our group that "the boys are leaving for the army-to protect the Motherland!"
Fortunately, we successfully
