Son of God Ra (part 1)

also not all. In the 14th military town of signalers, where we were brought, in the large sports hall the second and last stage of the formation of the military commands began. Hefty major - tanker immediately separated from the rest of our group of 15 people, leaving only me alone, standing in the middle of the hall. "And why do not you take it?" Asked his lieutenant-colonel with the emblem of the communications troops. "To hell with this" dystrophin "," said the major, the Tankist, pointing contemptuously at me. "He'll be dumped in a tank when a 40 kg shell is lifted!" And I, already unnecessary, were taken away from the tank crew of my fellow students. So, incidentally, incidentally, the Fate of the "slave" in this Omsk "slave market of Zanzibar" was solved.

A sergeant with an artillery emblem (only later, after a while, I recognize Sergeant Mezentsev in it) took me and Kashirsky to the empty barracks of the 14th town. Sasha Kashirsky (with whom we were practically not friends and did not communicate at the university) silently perched on the second tier of the soldier's bed and fell asleep.

I could not sleep for a long time in this first army night, overwhelmed by strong feelings and emotions. In my head, the sharp piercing melody for the saxophone - the theme of nostalgia, which will pass a sad leitmotif through my entire army service (see phonogram 2) - was piercingly winding from where it came from.

After all, there, behind, somewhere very far away, my bright and happy Youth has remained. Waiting for me was only gloomy darkness and complete uncertainty!

 

 

To be continued ……

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