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 80. A pood∗ of salt
∗pood - a unit of weight used in Russia, equal to 36.1 ponds or 16.39 kilograms (Collins).When one says good bye to a good friend, it is quite natural to miss him. When after finishing his forth year Peter Kozlov together with some other students left to continue his study at Tomsk Medical Institute at the Military Medicine Department, I as if lost a part of my soul. It looked like Peter also missed Kemerovo, our group and me. Letters from him came regularly, even more often than regularly, and sure enough I answered him. I will tell you honestly, we were writing each other all kinds of nonsense. For us it was important to know that the subscriber was alive and kicking, and in high spirits. I have already written that I used to buy special postal sets with nice colorful paper and envelopes of different shape. They were laughing at me then, saying the envelopes were girlish, but I liked them, and I ignored the jokes. Peter and I not only wrote to each other, we sent each other telegrams. I am still amazed how KGB did not let us have it. We were wiring pure nonsense, which could be easily taken for some kind of code or cipher.
For instance, I was wiring to Petka: "The number of amour-piercing shells, allowed to be stored at the headquarters has been changed. Now one can keep three shells. They are still must not be used". On the very same day Petka answered: "The shells were counted, we did not use them; just threw away spare ones". Now I realize that God did His best to protect the two chumps. Well and how could we not use a prompt from "The Little Golden Calf". Sure enough, we used it, and there also were the cables such as: "Load oranges in barrels" and "The one who will command the parade is me". To put it short, we had as much fun as we could. In spring, in our fifth year, Peter invited me to Tomsk. He did not let me stay in a hotel and from the train station took me directly to a "secret address". Peter, Valera Kaygorodov and a guy from Novosibirsk rented an apartment sharing the rent. They had their places to stay at quarters on the territory of the Military Department. But there was a control post, a check point and all other things characteristic to a military unit; so it was practically impossible to invite a girl for a cup of tea. The "secret address" was necessary for that very purpose; and I was settled there for two nights. Luckily there was a bed there, and bed linen was starched. Because of that Peter and Valera had ongoing argument, as Valera did not like starched sheets, and Peter just loved the linen to crackle because of starch. My visit's program had been thought over in all details. On Friday night there was a party at a "Cedar" restaurant in the downtown of Tomsk. In those old years, and that was in 1971, the restaurant was famous for serving game meals. So, Petka remembered how I had treated him to fried potatoes and smoked meat, and canned Bulgarian bell pepper, and from the menu ordered bear meat cooked according to a special recipe.
This is the most delicious fish ever. For the first time I tried it in the "Cedar" restaurant, and then when I lived in Novosibirsk and was in a position to have it, it was brought for me from the Lower Ob'. So at the party the Siberian white salmon was served baked in sour cream with white mushrooms. This is the kind of dish about which one can say that it melts in one's mouth. To cut it short, the party was a success.
We stayed at the restaurant till its closing hour. After that the guys decided to see me off to the apartment, and then they had to get to the barracks and settle the issue of their so long delay. And it happened so that right one hundred meters away from the apartment we stumbled on a patrol. Petka and Valerka were wearing their uniform, they were in their greatcoats. Nevertheless we were running much faster that the patrol after us. In a block we turned round the corner and came into a yard. That was a yard with a through passage, and the guys who were already experienced, knew all the yards with through passages in the area and used them in similar situations. Generally speaking, even if there was any alcohol in our heads, after running across the yards it was blown away, though it had played its part; we desperately did not want to give up and we did ran away. In five minutes we were at the "secret address", and the guys immediately started to the barracks, and they did that on time.
The patrol chief noticed that Petka and Valera were cadets and they had medical service badges; so he called the Medical Department officer on duty. Luckily there were no mobile phones at that time, and he could make a telephone call only when he reached a pay phone booth. What a scum, he even did not spare two kopeks to report good people. Alas, he was late; Petka and Valera were already at the barracks. Here is the reverse side of military service. I learned about all of that on the next day, when the guys came to pick me up to go to a ball dance contest. I will tell you honestly, not the contest itself was our goal, but a party with some of its girls-participants after it. On that day we did without a restaurant and had the planned party at the "secret address", as the guys called the apartment. The party was a swell. Though, Valerka had to run to the barracks at night, and Petya had his leave pass till lunch time on Sunday, exactly the time when my train was leaving for Kemerovo. Long partings mean a lot of tears. We knew that friendship was not a pitiful little flame to die out during our life apart, as Schiller had said. Of course, Peter and I were a bit sad, but a bottle of wine we had to our parting at a bar smoothed over our sadness. And the main thing was that we knew that the parting would not be a long one. We agreed that Peter would apply for his internship at a tank unit at Otbashakh, which was near Frunze, and in summer two of us would go to the Issyk Kul lake, and then I would be the receiving party. I had described that episode in the essay "Pilau at the Issyk Kul Lake".
In fall of 1971 I received an invitation from Peter to his wedding. The wedding was to be held in Belovo, where Peter and his fiancee, a daughter of a zinc factory director in Belovo, had come from. I did not give it a long thought about what to give as Peter's wedding present. The more so because I could not do better than his father-in-law; as his father-in-law presented keys of a Volga Gaz-21 car at the wedding. That was why I took from my grandmother Praskoviya Mikhailovna a potatoes sack, washed it, of course, and sewed on flaps, like patches, and on a white patch I wrote "16 kg - a pood of salt". I bought 16 kilograms of grained salt in a store.
And I carried the present. When I was on a bus I kept thinking: "Why am I so stupid?" I could have bought salt in Belovo and not carry it from Kemerovo". About all of that I said at the wedding as my toast when presenting the gift. I said about the father-in-law's gift, which could not be surpassed, and about what a blockhead I was, that I had carried the salt from Kemerovo, and that I wished to the newlyweds to eat the pood of salt together. Interesting enough, Peter's father-in-law, a big shot, stood up, gave me a hug and thanked for the special gift. And he sent me back to Kemerovo in his company car, the Volga one. And during the wedding I enjoyed special attention, so that Valera Kaygorodov, who also was at the wedding, became jealous. However Valera and I were shouting: "Now a kiss!" together and louder than anyone else.
4 November, 2011
© Copyright: Oleg Syedyshev, 2012
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