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 94. A sight for sore eyes
It happened somehow so that an idea to publish my essays as a book occurred practically as soon as I started writing the essays. Tough I wanted to make sure, whether they would be interesting to readers. My first readers were, of course, my former fellow students, and their responses inspired me; they were like a sight for sore eyes. It was better than any pills I was taking after the cardiologic surgery I had less than a month before. I want, my dear readers, to cite the first three comments on my literary exercises.Here is what Vitya Kubasov wrote in his first comment:
"Listen, with what pleasure I read all that!! As if my student years were back... Write more, please!!!"
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Svetlana Titova is a bit more verbose, though I also like her response very much:
"I've read it with great pleasure, and most importantly was imagining everything in pictures, had a good laugh; it's been a long time since I had that much fun. You are writing in quite a literary style; I do not understand, why they gave you a satisfactory grade for your composition at the entrance exams. Hope, the second series of your stories is coming soon. I've received a huge supply of positive emotions. Can't wait for the continuation!".
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And the third response is from Tolik Lopatin. Tolik is a very kind guy, he was teaching at the institute for some time, even though that did not last long, he has remained an instructor deep inside for his lifetime. One cannot skip a line in a song, so in order not to ruin the beauty of the original, I will cite his response in full:
Hello, buddy! I've read it; SUPER!!!! But! You are not on good terms with commas. Do not repeat one and the same word in two successive sentences. Ilgam RIZA ogly, not RZA. Otar - REFIKOVITCH. And we went to pick up grapes for three days. For 2 or three days we stole a backpack of "Ladyfingers" grapes each. And we did not sell what we could not eat, but gave out to our friends (to Tamara in particular), as that was autumn of our second year. And we made wine out of the rest of it and drank it at a New Year party. And tell that Slava Sizikov was killed by his drunk neighbor, who stabbed him at his heart. And Arkashka is an orthopedist at one of the best clinics in the world. Other than that everything is OK. I enjoyed reading it. I, like you, passed the entrance exams with two 5 and 3 for a composition. And V.V.Kopytin greeted both of us with the enrollment ahead of time. And during our skiing, Ilgam, who was barely moving, fell down; he was lying and Otar was very slowly going past him. It was then when Ilgam told him the catchphrase: "Wait a moment, why are you flying, like wind, let's go together!" Everything is FINE!!!!!!! And there is one more thing. Zhenya Romashov's life was taken by TB (or lungs cancer?). At the end of the chapter you started telling who had become what. Maybe it is worthy telling according to the same pattern about Otar and Ilgam? Are you offended by my critic?".
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The first three comments are the most pleasant ones; and the most important thing is that they were the first. And here is the first mention of publishing of the memoirs. Marina Gadzik (Emikh):
"I read your stories with great interest. Good job! All characters are painfully familiar, young, attractive, happy! I do not agree with Tolik, when he specifies certain events. The author has a right to embellish events and people. The only drawback is that there are not many stories, I feel like reading more. You should write a book and invite everybody (the characters and the fellow students) to its presentation. I wish you success!".
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And I like the next comment, because it was written by a young man, a student of now Kemerovo Medical Academy, Anton Kazantsev:
"Oleg Petrovitch! What wonderful and funny stories! I am reading them with pleasure and laughing! It is obvious you need to write a book!!! I am thrilled!".
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What Anton wrote especially moves me. He is a young guy, brought up on computer skills; nevertheless he has very finely caught the general positive mood of my memoirs. This is what I am saying now, six-months after the first ten essays were written. Back then, in June-July, I did not give it a lot of thought, but was just writing what my soul was asking for. And now, when rereading my essays, I see that subconsciously I was putting kindness in them from the very beginning. Yes, the episodes, described in the essays are the most different, some are stupid, some are cruel, and some are with criminal touch, though they took place. And they reflect not a negative side of student life, but a positive one.
Here is how Vitya Belkov had found my essays; we studied together at a secondary school in Kuzbass for then year. For all then years we were playing mischievous tricks and behaving like hooligans, to put it short, we were friends. I was very happy when he turned up. And his first response cannot better explain the style of my essays:
"We have not seen each other for 40 years, I feel sorry about that. However I've read your stories and pictured alive you being a mischievous, smart and troublemaking boy. I did not happen to know all characters of your stories, though while reading your stories imagined them vividly, like in real life. In spite of the fact that all of you were from different corners of our unbounded USSR, I have an impression, that all of you are brothers. I explain it by the fact that no matter, who you write about, sincere respect and love to the character run through your story, and that is worth of a lot. And as for the drawbacks, nobody is perfect. I am sure, you see them yourself. And with time you will eliminate most of them. As you are a creative, thinking and quickly self-learning person. I sincerely wish you success and satisfaction in your hard writer's work. Continue writing. And we, those, who cannot write, will read with pleasure."
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Why am I writing about this in so many details? These are the stages of my inner conviction that I should continue writing essays and the essays should be published. Please, do not assume that I overestimated or overestimate my abilities in writing. I've written before about my total inability to compose something expressive, complete and of general utility some poor novel, but a novel, a narrative or at least a story. I just want to leave my mark in life. Where to print the essays is not a problem: I own a printing house with decent German equipment. As I continue writing essays, I've legalized my authorship at "Ukrpatent". And I've also set up and legalized a publishing company. Forgive me, but I've just remained to this day, the boaster I were in my young age, so this is how I named my publishing company: "Publishing company of Syedyshev Oleg Petrovitch". Well, I just could not name it "Horns and Hoofs", though I like Ostap Ibragimovitch very much (Ostap Bender is a fictional con man and antihero who first appeared in the novel The Twelve Chairs written by Ilya Ilf and Yevgeni Petrov and released in January 1928). On the other hand..., why not?... Though, it's too late now. I've already received a certificate.
And the following turns in my essays' life cheer me up a lot. Just read, what Natalya Gertfelder is writing:
"Hello, Oleg! So, thanks a lot for the given opportunity to immerse in memories about so distant and so dear student years. Back then I bloated with pride because I was a student of Kemerovo Medical Institute and I am still quite proud as well... Your stories are simple, but very true to life, you describe situations which are so familiar, that I started having doubts: "And where I was then??". However my student years were in a different time period. And the most important thing is that I told a lot of what I had read to my husband, and he is a "local" German, I mean native, not from our immigrants. So at the end of my efforts to translate "close to the original", he asked me in a plaintive voice, but persistently to make KURNIK (a chicken meat pie)!!! I had to make dough, and tonight we are going to try it and estimate the new dish from my Russian cuisine menu. I will continue reading experiencing pleasure and nostalgia. And on a day off I will try to make potatoes fried on lard according to you recipe.. (just kidding). I am not saying good bye forever, hope to write one more comment. Wish you success and good health!! My best regards to your beautiful wife. THERE WAS ONLY ONE PROBLEM WITH THE KURNIK, SORRY FOR MY LANGUAGE, BUT IT CANNOT BE SAID IN ANY OTHER WAY, THOUGH IT SOUNDS ALMOST RUDE: WE PIGGED OUT ON IT...IT'S EXTREMELY DELICIOUS. GOD GIVE YOU ALL THE BEST!!! And the story with dues is also very familiar to me. Though in my case it was 2 kopeks, but I ended up with embezzlement, the right case for Kolyma (an exile place for criminals).., though my group mates helped me out, as I also had been doing that not for myself!!!". It's not an essay now, but a real culinary book. As I remember, my mother used to have "A Book about Tasty and Healthy Food".
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It's not all of it. There is one more facet of essays. Here is for you to read, what our Chancellor's, A.D.Tkachev's, daughter, Yekaterina Tatianina-Tkacheva, is writing:
"Dear Oleg Petrovich! It was quite interesting to look through your series of "Humorous Essays"! In spite of the fact that I was born two years after you had graduated from the institute, I can conclude that student life has not changed a lot! When reading the essays, I had brisk images in my mind of my student years; memories came flooding back to me. Thank you very much for the pleasure I had! For me, a daughter of the former Chancellor, A.D. Tkachev, everything that has to do with life or history of our higher educational institution is very interesting.".
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Or a son of Miron Lvovitch Livshits, Sergey Tikhonov is writing:
"Hi, Oleg Petrovitch, I know many of them personally, heard about some of them, anyway, everything is done with talent, you made youth come back, my father would have liked it a lot (Miron Lvovitch, if you remember), but 4 years ago we buried him in St. Pete's at Smolenskoye cemetery. Thank you.".
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To revive children's memories about their parents, and in a good way; this is in conclusion, or as they say here: "One for the road!", comment of Sophiya (unfortunately, there is no photo):
"Hello! I read mention of my father professor Aleutskiy Nikolay Nikolayevitch with his young photo - how pleasant! He died in Arkhangelsk in 2001. It's a pity that he cannot read this. I remember Kemerovo; I was born there and used to come often to my parents departments. Everything remained vivid in memory.".
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I have no doubts - there will be a book. At least, like Vysotskiy (Vladimir Vysotskiy, 25 January, 1938 - 25 July, 1980, was a Soviet singer, songwriter, poet and actor, whose career had an immense and enduring effect on Russian culture) said: "...I will finish what I've undertaken to do...", we shall see when the time comes.
21 December, 2011.
© Copyright: Oleg Syedyshev, 2012
Publishing licence #213101900985
Translated by Viktoria Potykinato content ↑