Humorous Essays Based on students' memories
"All have died
except for those who are alive, and those whom we remember"Confucius
- From the author
- Review of a book by O.P.Syedyshev "The Guys"
- Copyright
The Guys
Essay 1. How I became a student
Essay 2. Mini-dorm
Essay 3. Arkasha
Essay 4. Ditto
Essay 5. Vagram
Essay 6. Eugene
Essay 7. Slava Sizikov
Essay 8. Batya
Essay 9. Tolik and Vagram
Essay 10. Ilgam and Otari
Essay 11. Petya Kozlov and a pipe
Essay 12. Golubev and Sasha Plokhikh
Essay 13. Serezha Sherbinin
Essay 14. Operative surgery exam
Essay 15. Striptease of Leada Syrkasheva
Essay 17. Pseudo wedding
Essay 18. How I was a trade union organi...
Essay 19. Anatomy
Essay 20. #118 Group
Essay 21. RW
Essay 22. Brothers Romashov
Essay 23. Pharmakology
Essay 24. Sambo
Essay 25. Dimka the Wine-Maker
Essay 26. Brewery
Essay 27. Delicacy
Essay 28. Muster
Essay 29. Festival
Essay 30. Cant wait to get married
Essay 31. Beer at lectures
Essay 32. Examinations
Essay 33. The murder will out
Essay 34. An accident
Essay 35. Vendetta
Essay 36. A lesson to remember for a lif...
Essay 38. A wedding ring
Essay 40. How different all of them are
Essay 41. Product #2
Essay 42. A guitar
Essay 43. A stranger in medicine
Essay 44. Oh, sports - You are life!
Essay 45. Canalis nasolacrimalis
Essay 46. Young Communist League (Komsom...
Essay 47. Unus - one out of five
Essay 48. His Majesty photographer
Essay 49. Three tablets of aminazine
Essay 50. "Nothern Lights"
Essay 51. Gentlemen of luck
Essay 52. Brother-2
Essay 53. Three thanks
Essay 54. Superstitious Beliefs
Essay 56. Satanic Grin
Essay 57. 21 Gurgles
Essay 58. Triplets
Essay 59. Pilau on Issyk Kul
Essay 60. Is speculation business or not...
Essay 61. Bitter Sugar
Essay 63. Cream Of Wheat
Essay 64. Feeling Of Pride
Essay 65. Was It Love?
Essay 67. Examination Paper #13
Essay 68. The Devil of Adventurism
Essay 69. Sketching Characters
Essay 70. An Excursion
Essay 71. Winter examinations
Essay 72. Stierlitz is no match for them...
Essay 73. Inhale through your mouth, ple...
Essay 74. Hitler kaputt!
Essay 75. A second-year student
Essay 76. Mistakes should be paid for!
Essay 77. Four letters
Essay 78. Prince of Imereti
Essay 79. There are too few workers and ...
Essay 80. A pood of salt
Essay 81. A Prankster
Essay 82. Let's Man The Barricades!
Essay 83. Now A Kiss!
Essay 84. Briefs
Essay 85. A Miracle!
Essay 86. A mouse!.. in a hairdo? How ve...
Essay 87. A Born Obstetrician
Essay 88. International Children's Day
Essay 91. Here is the one for you, fasci...
Essay 94. A sight for sore eyes
Essay 96. REAR
Essay 97. And you are a gambler, Paramos...
Essay 98. An Ode to Pilav
Essay 99. Always hungry
Essay 100. Dudes
Essay 114. The night before
Essay 119. An autograph
Essay 130. Déjà vu
Essay 137. Twelve
Essay 141. A password is needed
Essay 142. Home brew
Essay 143. Mind what you say
Essay 144. Experimenters
Essay 145. An autograph
Essay 146. Hydrocele
Essay 147. Clip on the back of the head
Essay 148. Al Qasr
Essay 149. We were optimists...
Essay 150. Despotic and wilful person
Essay 151. With a sickle at the balls
Essay 152. Liquidation
Essay 153. Resonance
Essay 154. Shock therapy
Essay 155. Good luck of Victor Kiss
Essay 156. Herd instinct
Essay 157. Cond'omer
Essay 159. The Gypsy Baron
Essay 160. SI system
Essay 161. Foie gras
Essay 162. Divine disposition
Essay 163. Chizhik-Pyzhik*
Essay 164. Culinary terrorist act
Essay 172. At the world's end
Essay 173. Rupture
After graduation
Essay 37 Whyte chrysanthemums
Essay 55 We Are the Eleventh! So What?
Essay 62 Feinzilberg's Mistake
Essay 90 Betwixt and Between...
Essay 92 Those who are drowning are to ...
Essay 93 People, be happy
Essay 116 Here's a fine how d'ye do!
Essay 131 Feminine logic
Essay 132 Bimbo and, pardon, balls
Essay 133 Forty years later
Essay 134 Product #2 again
Essay 136 Striptease of Fomitch
Essay 138 Love and gastric ulcer
Essay 139 A victim of essays
Essay 140 Sleep!
Essay 158 Help-it's a panic
Essay 165 A Hen
Essay 166 The first vacation
Essay 167 Tails
Essay 168 PEA
Essay 169 Sochi
Essay 170 VOLGA
Essay 171 Muriuk
Essay 174 Bear's disease
Essay 175 An escape
Kitchen talks
Essay 39. A brick on the top of the head
Essay 89. Guriev Porridge (or conversati...
Essay 113. Prosperity of Russia
Essay 135. A Prescription
Beyond the Horizon
Essay 16. Its a small world
Essay 66. Paris, Paris...
Essay 95. Milan is a Lucrative City
Essay 102. A Look and Something
Essay 103. Tango 'Magnolia'
Essay 110. Buddha is smiling
Essay 128. Red Light District
Essay 133. Forty years later
Right after the beginning of the year 2012 among the graduates of Kemerovo medical institute of 1972, who I kept in touch with, it was brought up that the year was the one of an anniversary - forty years after the graduation, and that it would be nice to meet and socialize with old friends and just former fellow students. And most active were the graduates of the sanitary and hygiene (san-hyg) department. Volodya Fainzilberg got into the role of an organizer so muchVladimir Fainzilberg
Oleg Syedyshev
Well and if everybody would have signed everybody's copy, then according to the law of transition from quantity into quality, there would be not a particle of a heart, but "the guys'" aura of mutual feelings powerful enough to move mountains. So I thought, and dreamed and imagined. Well, as soon as I did not have a chance to come to Kemerovo to take part in the meeting, I wrote a letter to all of its participants. Again there was a problem of who to ask to read it? It seems to me that I hit the right point when charged Shurik Popovitch with this important task.
Sasha Popovitch is
reading a welcoming
letter of Oleg Syedyshev
A.Salmayer
A.Lopatin, V.Agadzhanyan
O.Ptitsyna
How Sasha Salmayer gave a start, when heard his last name, how Vagram and imperturbable Olya Ptitsyna became alerted, when he mentioned them. Well and how Tolik Lopatin gave a broad smile, when he heard the words addressed to him. It was so, because Shura Popovitch managed to put accents that way. Good job! Well, I am not going to intrigue you any longer, here is the letter:
"My dear Guys!
I am sorry that I call you that way now, forty years after the end of the official period of being dudes. May those who now is sitting and thinking: "But I was not the Guy" not act against their consciousness. Sasha Salmayer, are you here? Don't even think of saying that you were not one of the Guys. Remember how you and I together with my Batya drank home made brew, which was tasty and strong; how by vigorously breathing out through our nostrils we tried to keep away small fruit worms floating on the surface of the brew. By the way, an essay about that is coming. And is academician Agadzhanyan here? Will he have the cheek to say that he was not one of the Guys? Dear sirs-comrades, and how would you take the fact that the academician-to-be Agadzhanyan together with Peter Kozlov and your most humble servant, and Mukha from the san-hyg is a witness of that, were walking with their arms around each other in an embrace around Kedrovka and were shouting at the top of our voices a famous back then song: "Do not frown, Lada, you laughter is an award"; or when in Novosibirsk, and the academician-to-be Agadzhanyan had just presented his Candidate's dissertation and celebrated the event very well together with your most humble servant and two other guys, how we were belting out a phrase of "and to have breakfast we will fly to Paris". If, ladies and gentlemen, you say that he is not one of the Guys, but a dreamer, you know, I won't agree with you. Olya Ptitsyna, it's up to you, may any other last name is written in your passport, but forty years ago you were Ptitsyna, and do not deny that. And the fact that you were one of the Guys all right is an axiom. Well, who else of the ladies present took part in stealing of chickens? Yeah. Forget the voices that you were not one of the Guys. And what about the san-hyg department students? All of them were the Guys beyond all doubts. Once also at Kedrovka Dimka and I made Mukha, our dancer, so much drunk that he himself would not be able to describe his dance after that. As for Faiz, nothing needs to be said at all; and Lyosha Krasnov has always been one of the Guys and remained the one, even though he is a professor. He sends me so special cards, it's a feast for an eye. He is the Guy. What can you expect from him? And Shurik Popovitch, where is he, by the way? Is he not the Guy? Ah, do not make me laugh. To do parachute jumping? What's that? And what if one forgets to put it on? I am not going to be cunning and deny, but will honestly admit: "Yes, I am one of the Guys! I have always been the one and remain like that till my last day. And I am proud of that".
Believe all of us, who has kept the honorary title of the GUYS through decades, that we have what to remember and what to be proud of.
I propose to use the opportunity of the meeting and institute a title of "A Guy of Honor of 1972 Graduation Year". I humbly offer to take the Humorous essays instead of the statutes. And as a benefit take a double one for the road.
And in conclusion I would like to say that I love you very much. Tolik Lopatin, hello, I love you too!
I would like to wish good health and happiness to all of you.
Please, do not forget me and send me funny or instructive stories, we will continue writing the book "The Guys" together.
My web site is www.syedyshev.com
Yes, you are right, those who are attentive. Guys, but the ones in Ukraine mangled the last name I've got from the day of my birth and wrote after "S" epsilon. No, I believe, they are not the guys anyway, we are not accepting them into our team, but as soon it is necessary to name them somehow, let them be "scums".
There was no reason for me to be that worried. Thanks God, everybody preserved their sense of humor. They started remembering the essays and what had not been included in them and even offered a toast and drank to the author of the Humorous essays. As it usually happens everybody reported about "What. Where. When." Then somehow unnoticeably they got into groups of two, three, four and it started: "Do you remember?..." "And you remember?..." They stayed till midnight, and it was great that nobody remembered what happened on the day (22 June) sixty seven years ago; everybody was more interested in what took place forty year ago.
As Confucius said:
"Everybody is dead
except for those, who are alive
and those, who are remembered".
5 July, 2012
© Copyright: Oleg Syedyshev, 2012
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Translated by Viktoria Potykinato content ↑