Red Star

Chapter 5

As my memory told me, my mother and I lived well. Better than most. My mother worked as a Junior research assistant at the research Institute of the Ministry of defense of the USSR, military unit 60/130. Something they designed there for our submarines and, apparently, designed well, since my mother's salary was a decent 150 rubles.

For example, my grandfather, who worked as a Director, received 260 rubles, however, as a retired veteran Colonel, he also had a military pension of 240 rubles.

But in addition to my mother's salary, we also had my father's military pension- "for the loss of the breadwinner", and it was still 220 rubles. So our family budget was quite decent - 370 rubles for two. However, I didn't know where the money went. There were no particularly large purchases. Savings, too. I'm afraid my mother didn't really know where the money went either! They just split up...

In any case, it's not interesting right now. In my previous life, I used to operate with quite large amounts of money and would like in this life, too, not to experience problems with money. So we must think! Correctly speak: "If you want to have money, work, but if you want to have a lot of money, think.".

To be honest, school has already become very annoying for me. Irritated, first of all, by the senseless waste of time.

The first days were even fun. I really prepared for lessons and, over the past two weeks, I even improved my academic performance, getting a few " fives "and a couple of"fours". However, the phrase "preparing for lessons" will be a strong exaggeration. By "preparing" I mean opening the textbook at recess before class, for 5 minutes. This was enough for the "five" in any humanitarian subject.

I spent a little more time on physics, but I had to learn algebra and geometry from the beginning of textbooks. But this was not due to the complexity of the material, but to the fact that the subsequent formulas and theorems were based on the previous ones, so it took time to understand what was going on and successfully complete the tasks. Not too many. After all, the brain of an adult is completely different from that of a child. The fact that in the first childhood was a serious problem and required considerable effort, in the second did not present any difficulties! Except one... Since childhood.

As I have already noted, the first days were even fun. Again see long-forgotten classmates, feel the atmosphere of school, eat in the school cafeteria, bring home a diary with "fives", listen to my mother's praise!

You can laugh, but when Moiseich gave me my first five in English at that time, instead of making fun of me, I was proud! But before I began to translate the text, I also laughed to myself at an Englishwoman who knows the language worse than me.

And now the problems have started! Classmates have become really annoying with their completely childish and stupid conversations. Teachers began to infuriate with stories about elementary or completely unnecessary things in ordinary life. During recess, it was impossible to pass through the school corridor normally, because the running kids bumped into you every half a minute! As a result, I tried to communicate less with anyone, and at recess I generally stood in the corner, and this, as luck would have it, caused the opposite effect.

Now my classmates began to approach me with their stupid chatter. What made it even worse was the interest of my classmates in me, which had never been there before. The last one was really bad. The fact is that the body I got is not quite a child, and the brain was not a child at all... In short, I just wanted to f**k. It was lucky that there weren't any pretty girls in our class at all. They were more or less formed, but there was only one pretty one, but she just didn't come to me.

Therefore, it turned out to be an ambivalent situation, on the one hand, I did not like our girls, I was mainly faced with a neighbor Irochka. With which I have nothing yet 'shines'. There is still no money, so the advertised restaurant looms as an inaccessible Mirage on the horizon. This is if she still really goes, which, after all, is unlikely!

On the other hand, I periodically mentally figured out how it would be nice to put this or that girl: there, here, or even here.

And women at any age, animals are intuitive, whatever you say. Therefore, something they did not understand, the girls caught in my eyes, and my reluctance to communicate only increased their onslaught. Well, naturally quite harmless, in the spirit of the present time. And at the same time, completely stupid, in my understanding of an adult man.

And then, next, there was another problem. And, as ordered, also completely stupid. Our cool "macho" Stas Laminin, felt in me the competitor. And he couldn't think of anything better to do than to offend me with his completely childish jokes, and he tried to do it, of course, only in public.

I noted this, mentally laughed, and answered with complete disregard. From the girl, in psychology, our handsome man, apparently, did not differ much, since his attacks only increased. It ended naturally.

Before starting biology, I went to class and, out of habit, went to the back Desk, where Dimka was already waving invitingly at me. That's when it hit me, with a loud pop, from the bottom of my back. I turned around and saw a smiling face Luminina. This i***t hit me in the ass with a textbook and now said loudly satisfied: - "Seleznev farted! Hold your noses!" Several people giggled.

"Oh, my God, you idiot..." was all I could say, and I turned away and went to Dimka's Desk. Then an abandoned book slammed into my back. This puffed-up Turkey couldn't think of anything better to do than throw his biology textbook at my back.

- "What did you call me, bastard?"

I watched with amazement at the distorted face with anger Luminina. The fact is that the words "fool", "i***t", "fool", "i***t", "imbecile", etc.were constantly heard in our class, in communication with each other. But there was almost no Mat at all.

Therefore, from the "public" point of view, I did not say anything worthy of attention or offense. However, hitting me on the backside with a book was also "in the order of things". But throwing tutorial and "bastard" were already beyond the ordinary.

Laminin stepped forward and grasped the right hand of my lapel uniform jacket. The class is quiet.

- "What are you, Seleznev, completely oborzel?"and he tried to shake me back and forth by the lapel. My pioneer tie fell into his grasp, which, in the silence that followed, broke with a nasty c***k.

- "f**k, how you all got me!" - barely had time to flash a thought, as I slammed my fist, on the right, into the impudent lushchininsky muzzle.

That was the end of it. No, they did not rush to separate us, the teacher did not interfere, just Lushchinin's head was thrown back, and he was simply knocked off his feet. I, somewhat surprised by the result, looked at the lying i***t, turned around and went to Dimka standing, like half the class, with his mouth open.

On the way, I came across a textbook lying on the floor. He bent down, picked it up, and, turning around, threw it, with the energy of unspent adrenaline, at Lushchinin. He had just started to lift his head off the floor when the textbook flew straight into his nose, from which blood was already pouring in two streams.

I spent biology in the principal's office, where there was a "debriefing", shouting on duty and threats to call parents to school. This, in fact, was the end of it. The whole class witnessed that Lushchinin was the instigator, and I explained my" frenzied " reaction, in the opinion of the headmistress, by a torn pioneer tie. Which was an ideologically unkillable argument!

With shouts and threats is limited because Laminin was in good standing, a good student and had no behavior problems. I was not the instigator of the fight and I had a torn pioneer tie, and I was also not a bully and studied well.

In addition, Laminin was lying on the couch in the school nurse's office with a broken nose, and the execution could not be present.

So, the headmistress, apparently, decided 'not to inflate'.

***

I walked home from school a little puzzled. "Conflict" at the headmaster left me completely indifferent, well, what will she do to me? And not for anything, in fact. No, I certainly made a face full of remorse, but inside I just waited indifferently for her lectures to end. With her experience, she still felt something, and it cost me an extra 10 minutes of moralizing and threats.

Something else puzzled me... The force with which I sent Luminina in the knockout. In this childhood, I regularly, to the joy of my mother, did exercises and in the process noticed that the weight of dumbbells is clearly too small for me. And, in my first childhood, such thoughts never visited me. I even asked my mother to buy heavier dumbbells, but she wisely replied that " it is not yet possible to expose an immature bone to increased loads." I did not bother, and just, during the exercise, took both dumbbells in each hand in turn and increased the load on the press and push-UPS.

In the process of thinking, I came up with a theory: if there is a muscle memory, then why not be a "brain" memory, or something? Like, I know how to hit, I know what the consequences of my blow should be, so it turns out that the blow is not like a child's, but much stronger. The theory, frankly, is so-so, but I wanted to test it. Because, well, maybe it was just a lucky punch.

On the way home, I constantly passed by the district sports hall, located on the first floor of an apartment building. In the fifth grade, I even went there for six months, to the free-style wrestling section. Then the coach left and the section broke up. In fact, we were all offered to go to the Boxing section, but my mother was against it and I didn't go to Boxing.

...The gym was crowded, some were paired up, some were working alone. In the center of the hall, on a raised platform, was a ring. On it, a couple of men beat each other up.

- "What do you want, a boy?" - in front of me stood a stocky and broad-shouldered" chock " of short stature and looked at me questioningly. From the "chocks" of our time, it was distinguished by a complete lack of aggression and intelligence in the eyes. However, the broken nose did not add to his beauty, and a noticeable Caucasian accent was also present.

- "Entry to the section will be in the fall, then come, right?"

"I'm sorry, I just want to talk to the coach," I said politely.

- "I am a coach, my name is Ilyas Mutalovich what you wanted?"- no less politely, asked"chock".

- "You see, Ilyas Mutalimov, I would like to do the Boxing, but maybe it's just not my sport. It's not that I might not have the ability or talent for it, it's just that I might be a coward and be afraid of getting hit. Either I will be afraid of pain, or I will close my eyes when I hit. I don't know. And I don't want to wait until the fall to find out. Maybe we should already select other sections. Therefore, I would like to ask You to take 5 minutes to sort this out. And if everything is bad, I will not come to you to take time off in the fall. "I was silent. While I was talking, others began to listen to our conversation, and many stopped studying.

All the time my monologue "chock" silently looked at me. When I stopped talking, he stared at me for a moment longer, and then asked:

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Where do you live?"

"Next door, number five."

- "Did you do Boxing before?"

"No."

"How do you want to check?"

- "Well, I don't even know..." - I began- " put me with someone in the ring, if, after I get beaten, I come in the fall, then everything is fine."

"Chock" looked at me carefully again and nodded.

"Do you have a uniform?"

- "No, I'm not going to fight, but just ... stand in the ring for a little while, I'll take off my jacket and shirt."

"Chock" turned to the back of the hall and shouted: - " Leonid, come here!". A guy a couple of years older than me, dressed in blue underpants and a t-shirt with the Dynamo logo, ran towards us, and he was wearing black Boxing gloves. He was sweating, and his black hair was plastered to his sweaty forehead. His rapid breathing indicated that he had been interrupted from training. "You'll be with him. "he said to me and nodded at Leonid.

They didn't let me into the ring, helped me put on my gloves and lace them up, put an uncomfortable mouth guard in my mouth and put me next to the ring, on the mats. I took off my jacket and shirt and wore a white t-shirt, dark blue uniform trousers, and shoes from my school shift.

Everyone who was in the hall, 15-17 people crowded around, giving Leonid and me a small spot. Apparently engaged in "adult" group, Leonid was the youngest. He was half a head taller than I was, and his shoulders were broader, and his arms were well muscled. However, all the others were even bigger and healthier.

I didn't think it was a good idea, but I wasn't too worried, because I knew that no one would actually hit me. I saw that "chock" approached my opponent and strongly explained something to him, it is easy to assume that he was seriously warning the child not to knock!