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Come on... I didn't have a grandfather like that and I still don't regret my childhood...
I see. With a grandfather like that, you had a great childhood. The reason for all your good memories of the USSR (your childhood) is your grandfather, not the USSR.
You're still looking for something black...
If my personal memories of socialism are anything to go by:
1. A lathe. There are 500 turners in the shop. A retired turner works on the next machine. Hero of Socialist Labor, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the Ukrainian SSR, always came to work on the Volga in a suit with a star of the Hero. But that was not the most surprising thing. I stood nearby and did not tear myself away - I could not understand how it was possible to grind those parts, which he was sharpening every day. It was all at the level of everyday tricks.
2. Parts in processing telemetry from Mars
3. Participated in, and then managed, a 1500 man/year processing project for the present.
4. Dissertation top in the world on databases
Now the question is: can I pass any of this on to the youngsters? Answer: No, not under any conditions, as the infrastructure for such a life has been destroyed. I've written a little book... I don't have to compare it with what I did before...
It's different for everyone, but the fact is that the brightest memories come from childhood, and they are associated with everything that was around back then.
We didn't live rich, we didn't have a grandfather or a father... but we were friendly. People were kinder then....
I think Victory Day is coming up. Let me tell you about my grandfather...
My father and mother fought from the first to the last day. My grandfathers did not fight - they were old.
My father took part in the storming of Berlin.
His story.
In Berlin, he took his cannon up to the 3rd floor of a house and fired from there.
Suddenly there was a crash.
Woke up shaking.
He sees it's a messenger from the commander.
Why aren't you shooting?
Father looks around and sees he's with the cannon on the floor below. The cannon is wheeled upwards.
Yeah, here, I'll flip the cannon over and go on...
My parents fought for the Motherland, for Stalin. They defended socialism. I grew up on it.
And here's the "warehouse manager"...
Well, we didn't live rich, no grandfather or father... but we were friendly. People were kinder then....
No fights? Block to block, neighborhood to neighborhood? I remember the older guys going to dances downtown like they were going to war.
Is that a key indicator of negativity?
And fights, and neighbourhood against neighbourhood, and all sorts of things - so what?
As Gleb Zheglov used to say, "It's a bit of a letdown on the neighbour's testimony, but we weren't basing it on that at all."
No fights? Neighbourhood against neighbourhood, neighbourhood against neighbourhood? I remember the older guys going to dances downtown like they were going to war.
You're still looking for something black...
If my personal memories of socialism are anything to go by:
1. A lathe. There are 500 turners in the shop. A retired turner works on the next machine. Hero of Socialist Labor, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the Ukrainian SSR, always came to work on the Volga in a suit with a star of the Hero. But that was not the most surprising thing. I stood nearby and did not tear myself away - I could not understand how it was possible to grind those parts, which he was sharpening every day. It was all at the level of everyday tricks.
2. Parts in processing telemetry from Mars
3. Participated in, and then managed, a 1500 man/year processing project for the present.
4. Dissertation top in the world on databases
Now the question is: can I pass any of this on to the youngsters? Answer: No, not under any conditions, as the infrastructure for such a life has been destroyed. I've written a little book... I don't have to compare it with what I did before...
Speaking of grandfathers.
My grandfather died at the front when he was 24. He was given the title of Hero of the Soviet Union posthumously. They named a street after him.