So many years have passed. And I remember everything, as it was yesterday ...

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Our boat rocked slightly on a small wave. I threw the oars ... No, I did not. Laid along the sides of the boat. Neatly. Not soaking them with a drop of her skirt.

I was able to row. What with the fact that the city. What was born and lived in the center. Next to the house was a park with a fairly large puddle - a city pond, and a boat station. I spent 30 kopecks for lunch at school for renting a boat.

That's strange. If I were paid for it, I remember, the hell would have agreed. But, in order to pay 30 kopecks per hour and the oars themselves to work - so it was necessary to stand for several hours in a queue for that. By the way, I'm not the only one who was such a fool in those days ...

It was hot. The sun is burning. This is me again about how already later.

I took the shirt off, exposing my biceps to ... Abdomen.

- Sorry, Svet, hot ...

“C'mon, what's there,” she said.

We are two in a boat in the middle of the pond.

Around the holiday. In general, I organized.

I don’t remember what the event was, but I was strained then. Me, instructor of the department of sports and mass defense work of the Komsomol district committee. Department OSiOMR. If it is quite right. And Svetka still gave me help.

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She just came to the zapad to the district Fizorg.

Just a few decades ago, such structures as district sports societies existed at the state level. Or somehow they were called differently ... Forgot. I do not remember. Okay.

Zhenya in his area headed him. Cool man. With a broken nose. A former boxer ... Chudila. As I remember, it comes into the trolleybus, with two fingers, to the lady climbing the trolleybus in front of him with his ankle enough and pulling "Me-oo-oo ..." Another thing is that the lady is in shock ...

Zhenya, cool guy was in a different sense. Now the Komsomol is hated ... And then he was “the right hand, the son of Ying-chu-chun” to me ...

I will explain.

I was obliged to hold tournaments in the area: in the summer of “Leather Ball” and in winter “Golden Puck”. Yard teams were collected in the courtyards. Methodists helped with housing offices ... The winners of district competitions, were exposed to city tournaments ...

So many pots have gone from me because of this, I cannot pass. But once was rewarded in full.

The chef, on the eve of the district hockey final, told me to stock up on the port with the maximum. Bottles four ... Better "Agdam" ..

- What the fuck?

- Firsov will come. He respects port ...

Firsov then headed the All-Union "Golden Puck". I decided to see the final of our district competition.

To me, then a boy of twenty, Firsov - it was something a little more than Brezhnev. In the same years.

And yes.

We sat together later. After competently my boys played. And my boys' hockey uniform was awesome (was it in vain that I punched our beggarly district committee budget into this uniform, for the coolest of the yard teams in the district?)

Nadrali guys from my neighborhood next - and reached the final. On the city. At the city competition ... And there, what the hell is not joking - maybe we will go to the Allied ones?

I had every right to relax.

And then I drank "Agdam", after the final whistle with a feeling of complete satisfaction. Especially with Firsov Himself ...

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... Without Zhenya, his sporting connections, I would have to hell. Without him, without Eugene, just

to the guillotine, in the Moscow City Committee - the Moscow city committee of the Komsomol ... Ugh. Talk about it for a long time, and a chore ... And disgusting.

But after all, just remember, for 140 rubles he suffered, that he had then the salary of an instructor of the RK VLKSM.

No, really. Zhenka helped me a lot. Although he did not need it and to hell. But we became friends. And I also helped him: some sports holidays were held in the area, races of veterans in bags, something else ... They did everything together. And then they drank vodka together. Although I really did not like to drink it.

Once on our third floor, in the district committee, he came not alone. To the department in front of him he pushed, admittedly, a charming little one.Meter in it was a little more than one and a half. And not a single gram of excess in the figure. But the main thing - I immediately saw her eyes. Huge. Gray ...

- What are frozen, Komsomol? What a woman I announce!

And screamed, bastard. Zhenka knew how to laugh, he threw his head and pulled him out of his throat: “Aaaaaaa…”

My chief, the head of OSiOMR, Sergey Ivanovich, was a man of few words. Buka even. Krepysh such ... Yes, and the lock in the door for a long time could not fix. Silently, he went to the safe, pulled out pliers and, turning them, closed the tongue of the lock from inside our office. Then from the same place, from the safe, I took out a bottle of vodka.

- What are you worth? - told me.

Chef knew a long time. Could not speak. On a pause would guess. Therefore he quickly oriented with glasses.

The chef made a simple toast, as he loved:

- For the infusion into the team!

Three male pharynxes made a loud pouring into the larynx ... Svetka drank a little.

Sergey Ivanovich behaved according to Stanislavsky:

- I do not believe!

Sveta frightened her eyelashes on Zhenka.

And he began to neigh again. As always, with his head thrown back, with his "Aaaaa ..."

Sveta exhaled and drank from her glass everything.

Sergei Ivanovich, again silently, collected the glasses from his hands. I shoved them into the safe. Then he poured the cacti on our window sill ... He loved these, scum, cacti. And I hated them ...

“You have a good deputy, Zhenya,” he concluded, after all.

I was used to my boss. Zhenka too. Svetka was looking dumbfounded from Zhenya to Sergei Ivanovich, to me, again to Zhenka ...

“Get used to it, it's Komsomol,” said Zhenya, and he began to neigh again, as always, in his own way, “Aaaaaaa ...”

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Svetka ... Svetka Petrovna. She was three years older than me. And she was married. Already about two years. For a very famous athlete. But she herself in this matter was not just. So what if the figure is perfect - is it just like that? Master of Sports of the USSR international class in figure skating!

Here, who was Sveta such ...

Svetka Petrovna!

In our Komsomol district, the women were unmeasured. And a hostel, and others, in the sense of the secretaries of the Komsomol organizations. I will not lie. Used ...

But when Sveta appeared ... Svetka Petrovna, I was bored in this sense. Because I dreamed of her gray eyes and nights ...

And then my boss, quite inopportunely, began to notice something like that.

We, instructors of the district committee, what work was it? - on the ground to be. I was there.

But once the boss once again said: "I - in the city ..."

- Again, is it in the sports committee?

- Sergey Ivanych ... How to put the team on the city. Yard. On football..

- Well, come on, come on ... Just you remember that Svetka's husband is a hockey player. He is here on

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yesterday's meeting the guy pressed to the board. Three broken ribs ...

- Sergey Ivanovich, what are you talking about?

- Yes, I do. Just remembered ...

Yes. Since this is all ..

... After Zheka Petrovna began to work as an instructor for Zheki, I tried to spend all my free-non-free time in his office about and for no reason.

He was great. The office has just been called the District Athletic Society. But in reality - a two-bedroom apartment on the first floor. Well, the truth is, with the correct personal belongings - cabinet furniture, the chief's desk ... But the most important thing is the ping-pong table in the big room.

I enjoyed losing to Svetka from time to time. Because I did not follow this cellophane ball anymore, but admired it all over my face with my eyes ... Gray.

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Sergei Ivanovich, my boss, went on vacation at the beginning of the summer.

Yevgeny Ivanovich (Zhenka, bitch), the district physiologist, also went on vacation.

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And at the district committee ...