The first time, my mother tried to "seat" me, back in September, in my opinion, 1982, and it happened as follows...

One summer I came home and my parents, with some instructive smiles, exchanging glances behind my back, began to say that I would need to work for several months so that I would not go out. I was surprised, because, in general, I never walked. I spent all my free time at my desk, with textbooks in mathematics and physics. In addition, I worked in electronics. My room looked like something between a library and a laboratory. At that time, in my scientific and technical library, which I already collected at that time, there were already about 1000 books and there was not a single one that I had not read. Was that me walking? I was simply not a proletarian redneck, and my parents, two proletarians, Alla Khmelnitskaya and Joseph Mednik, could not come to terms with this circumstance. It was ordinary class hatred, but I did not understand it then. I was 20 years old and I thought we were a family. They were, for me, parents ... Well, with oddities, but parents, parents who, for some reason, prevented me from developing myself, constantly arranging some kind of idiotic problems for me. They liked it when I overcome difficulties and tell them about it. Mother, for example, always liked it when I was very tired, tired ... It seemed to me that they just live only to create these problems for me ... I did not understand that they simply hated me and my books and could not survive the fact that It was summer and I worked quietly all day. Did something. That is, they did not like what was happening on my desk, they needed to break it, humiliate me. For example, set me up to die at a grueling job, for a pittance. But then I didn't understand it. I was only 20 years old and I did not understand what they wanted from me ...

So my mom said that supposedly my dad got me a job. According to the announcement... In a technical school... As a laboratory assistant... With a salary... of 40 rubles a month?! What? 40 rubles?? I have never even heard that there are such salaries. In the USSR, the lowest salary was 60 rubles a month - it was the salary of a cleaner ... But my parents did their best for me, took care of me and found even less - 40! I, aloud, began to wonder - how can you go to work for 40 rubles a month? And why? But they insisted on their own.

The first few days I came to this job and did nothing there. This, in general, is the standard occupation of any laboratory assistant. Especially in the summer. For 40 rubles a month ... There were two bosses for me at once - the Shramko brothers. I came home and told my parents that the work was boring and there was nothing to do there. It was a big mistake ... The next day I took some book with me, but when I came to work I was unpleasantly “delighted” - the elder Shramko instructed me, with a circular saw, to cut some boards from chipboard into smaller ones. It happened in a large, unventilated room. It was really hot. Blue smoke, from cutting the chipboard, filled the entire room and ate out the eyes. It was impossible to breathe there. The cutting blade of this circular saw was not protected and it was easy to lose a finger or seriously injure a hand. In addition, the noise level clearly exceeded the permitted Labor Code - leaving this work, I heard almost nothing for half an hour, or an hour.

When I came home and told my parents about this, I saw that they seemed to be delighted and enthusiastically began to teach me how to endure this and persevere in this particular job, and that this is how it should be, and so that I know that money is hard to earn... They didn't care at all about my story about outrageous noise, acrid smoke and the danger of serious injury or injury... They let it go by the ears...

In general, after two days, I began to create the appearance of work and periodically, while politely, send the Shramko brothers to hell when they were interested in the fallen productivity of my work. And a few days later I received a summons from the military registration and enlistment office, which, for the first time in my life, made me happy ...

In the military registration and enlistment office, passing the next medical examination, standing on the first floor, at the stairs, at the door of some office, I became interested in the phenomenon: one ensign periodically approached the civil defense stand fixed on the wall, pulled it away from the wall, did something there, then leaned him against the wall again and left. I looked behind the stand and saw a half-drunk bottle of vodka, an onion, a piece of bacon, a piece of bread and a small glass.

It made me laugh, and then I moved to the queue to another office and, in general, forgot about it. I remembered and began to think about it, a few days later, after I returned to work, to the technical school ... Circular saw, heat, blue smoke, suffocation and stunning, and completely meaningless work: I did nothing and I got nothing for it paid. I was just very tired. Mom liked it.

Now, many years later, I understand that my parents were behind it all. They followed me on my heels, told me that, supposedly, I was somehow bad and called on those around me to help them educate

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