This story happened in the shop long, thirteen years before I came to the factory.

As a parable, she was told to everyone: from the cleaning lady to the foreman.

Not passed me.

That year I quit my research institute and was looking for a job.

I was looking for a short time and a week later, I was already working in the tool shop, as the head of the technical bureau.

In my submission there were eight technologists, a designer, a timekeeper, an archivist, and two storekeepers.

Total, thirteen women!

Above me, in the workshop, there were three chiefs: the foreman and two deputies; for the production and technology.

Deputy on production and told this story, almost a parable.

I sat at my desk.

My desk is at the door of the tech bureau. The tech bureau on the third floor of the building, in which, on the first floor, was a workshop. In the building there was a department of INO (instrumental, which included three workshops, mine including, procurement production), two more workshop bureaus (BTZ * and PDB *), a thermal unit and storerooms.

I was looking at product drawings from WGC *.

"Taak, raskatniki ..." - I put off the drawings, there were three of them; on the thread from M4 to M6 - “Something said about the riders deputy. on production? ".

With the drawings, I approached Claudia Vasilievna.

Klavdiya Vasilievna, the oldest in the technical bureau, and the most experienced technologist. And raskatniki is a product of its site, in the sense that it was a technologist for the cutting tool.

There were four areas in the workshop: cutting tools (from drills to shaver hone, which we did not launch), carbide, measuring tools (mainly cork and clevis) and tooling.

- Klavdiya Vasilievna - I put the drawings on the table - Why don't we launch them?

Claudia Vasilievna took off her glasses and took the drawings

- Georgiy Vladimirovich! - with indignation (!) - Yes, we can not make them! We do not have any machines for such accuracy, nor equipment. Yes you! - she got up - you approach Vladimir Pavlovich, he will explain everything to you.

- Oh well! - I shrugged - I'll come

- Not! - she was already excited (!) - Georgy Vladimirovich, you will take the drawings, otherwise you will ask me the technical process!

Taking the blueprints, and catching Malkova’s gaze with a smile of semi-cutting indulgence, he left the technical office and went down to the workshop.

I didn’t take two steps, glancing around the workshop, as the head of the Quality Control Department grabbed me by the arm and pulled - Come on, judge us.

In the laboratory, the controller, a gray-haired and elderly man (probably already about eight years old, as if retired, last year returned from Israel, something did not heal there) told Melnik about the Wailing Wall, but when he saw me, he broke off the story and stepped to the table with an electron microscope.

- Georgiy Vladimirovich! - Miller smiled, but by the way he turned his head to the right, I understood: on a platoon!

- We need you then!

- So! - Hope interrupted Melnik - I will explain myself! He has a batch of hard-alloy blanks, one hundred fifty pieces, which for Riga - she glanced at the master - Does not correspond to GOST ...

- Yes, you throw this GOST! - Miller could not stand it - Good preparations! And the batch was of high quality, and compact, and was baked without violation of the regime. Excellent will be drills!

- Excellent or not, but the blanks do not correspond to GOST, which means marriage! - Hope and Miller put an end, waving a hand and cursing, jumped out of the laboratory.

- Nnda! - the controller took a blank from the box, a solid alloy cylinder, with a diameter of three and a half and a length of forty millimeters - I've tried to break it, but they are very durable! - he returned the blank to the box - Not like a marriage

- Michal Osipovich! - the boss pulled up - You still say it to Melnik, yes! Well, what shall we do? - she stared at me.

- "What to do? What to do? How should I know!"

- What is the difference from GOST? - I asked out loud

- The cut does not correspond to GOST.Yes, look! - she nodded at the microscope and, taking from the table GOST, poked her finger in the picture.

The figure was a photo of the ground and pickled cut of a hard-alloy billet with an increase of 5000 times.

I read the text under the picture: the shape of the grains of graphite and the area of ​​inclusions of graphite as a percentage of the total area of ​​the slice.

- And now look, what kind of cut has on the workpiece and compare

I leaned toward the eyepiece, but saw nothing - Nothing is visible!

- Well, ka? - she leaned to the eyepiece - Michal Osipovich, you twisted?

The controller did not answer, only shrugged

- moved! Here look!

I looked into the eyepiece again: indeed, the grains of graphite themselves were very small in size, barely noticeable, and the number of inclusions was insignificant.

I once again looked at the drawing in GOST: the difference was very significant.

- What is the alloy?

- VK6OM! “Hope, stubbornly pursing her lips, looked at me as if she expected me to deliver a verdict right away.

- Okay, you still do not reject the party (thought flashed, but I did not have time to catch), I'll think of something

- What?! - she smiled - Well, wait

I headed for the door

- But you do not tighten!

I didn’t say anything - “First I’ll deal with the rolling bricks”

Zama production did not have to look for, he himself was going to meet.

Catching my arm pulled to OTC - Do you already know?

- About marriage with Melnik?

- Yes! - Vladimir Pavlovich winced

- Yes, just talked to her

- What do you think to do? - he stopped

- I don't know yet - I shrugged

- You, here's what, write the service to the chief technologist, so they say, and so, the mixture is new, there is no GOST yet, and the Quality Department compares the cut according to GOST to another mixture. GOST is on VK6M, and we have VK6OM ...

- And what? Vladimir Pavlovich!

- What is it ?! - he got flustered and imbued, as if he was not standing in front of him, but the chief technologist - he took a breath - And then we were all hung over!

- Palych! - the master of the fourth section Nasonov approached us

- Well, what for you !! - deputy I did not have time to cool down

The master wanted to be offended, but Hope came out of the OTC laboratory - Are you going to dinner? - having seen Nasonov, she asked

The head of the quality control department and the master of the fourth section flirted: Hope was alone, but Nasonov had a family ...

- Now, smoke a while! - Nasonov smiled at Nadezhda

- What do you have? - deputy I looked at the clock - And then we can after lunch?

- Yes, that's it! - Nasonov stuck a drawing in a drawing - Shaped cutter. The boss requires it, but I have no tracing of the profile. Again, Claudia Vasilievna looked over?

- On! - deputy put the drawing to me - Understand! We are at lunch!

They went to the exit, and I returned to the technical bureau.

All my subordinates gathered at Malkova’s table, sobbing excitedly.

Claudia Vasilievna stroked Malkov on the head, holding glasses in her left hand. The rest of the women looked down pitifully and whispered.

All stared at me and only Malkova, dropping her head on the table, continued to sob.

I can not stand female tantrums!

Many years later, I realized that then there was more of a game than a real resentment from an undeserved, offended, insult.

- What happened?

Malkova rose impetuously, and covering her face with a handkerchief, and sobbing, ran out of the room!

The women went to their tables and continued the interrupted dinner, and Claudia Vasilievna briefly outlined the essence

- Again, he yelled at her!

And she went to the cooling, on the table, soup in the plate.

I looked at my watch: fifteen minutes left until the end of dinner.

- “After!”

I put the blueprints on the table and went to the dining room.

Malkova roared because of the borer: a machine operator Degtyarev, who worked on a jig boring machine.

Degtyarev found fault with the process, when, in his opinion, the operation was scheduled, either too briefly or not at all, again, from his point of view.

Stumbling on such a technical process, and carefully studying the description of the operation ...