Retro Soup Bashny.Net

Furrow cyberspace, stumbled on something familiar, but distant, as though greeting from a past life. This was our TV. Digging further, he scored a whole collection of things ktoroye served us faithfully for many years.
These wonderful Soup become history, unable to grow old. Some of them can be called legends, such as the camera "Change-8M". He was bought to our first (and so far the last) trip to Moscow, the then capital of our socialist motherland. Most of our family photo taken is "change." The rest - a more advanced FED-5B.


This body of the vacuum cleaner "The Seagull" is not consistent with my memories. Our specimen seemed to me chic. He shone stylish enamelled side differed Q assembly and seemed to be able to survive a nuclear war. Its stylish complement instruction, printed on glossy paper, where the beautiful girl with the help of "The Seagull" sprinkled flowers. She delicately settled in a chair against a background of curtains Borshchov colors. A sort of a Soviet glamor.


TV Appearance "Temp" inspired respect. Beside him, an old black-and-white "Spring 308" looked like first-grader on the background of Valuev. But alas, the "Tempo" we had enough for six years (odd phrase went). During the next football World Cup TV died. After several attempts to resuscitate him we finally remembered the "spring." Extract from the dusty piles of rags, she calmly lit his screen. Tyn-fence fence! ..- We switched the channel. Began another match ...


Trehprogrammnik "Lighthouse" was an essential attribute of our cuisine. One after another move I managed to fit the plug into the wall of the translator. In early childhood, I did not immediately understand why from the yellow cover crawled blue smoke. Who came into the kitchen his mother was stupefied. I got on the ears, and the receiver was immediately obesstochen. We have already been gathered to throw it away, but when I have all the right fork stuck in the right socket in the kitchen, as if nothing had happened heard the radio call sign "Mayak».


But this receiver, inherited from relatives puzzled me. On the black body adorned the inscription "Gjala." Where is it done? In Ukraine? hardly. In some socialist countries? It's not like it was too miserable was executed. Lurid handle creaked and West housing and crunched like a Rubik's cube.
The answer was found years later in the internet. The receiver was the brainchild of the Chechen gloomy genius. The photo unassembled could discern stamps "Grozny radio factory." Interestingly, this factory produced in the 90's?