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Soviet childhood, or why we were raised suspicious and unhappy
Why didn’t our parents teach us how to be happy and, it would seem, what’s the matter here? Many complain and compare their present life with the Union, they say, the damned scoop, what was good in it? Just thinking about how to put the general higher than the personal. Remember and childhood.
And here we are, now, in prostration. We are not satisfied with anything, we consider ourselves poor and recollect with anger past times. Especially those who did not catch the Union or found it in early childhood. Editorial "Site" I decided to remember a little bit how it was then and what was the reason for these lamentations.
Childhood in the USSR We do not want to give anything morale And we're not asking for anything. The author is an eyewitness of the late period, born in 1978. I remember well the way of the saints of the nineties, which replaced the disintegrated Soviet. He sees how people live now. There is only one fact that is puzzling: why is modern life compared to life at least thirty-five years ago?
I perfectly remember how I came after school (perhaps who does not remember, but from the very childhood we were already completely independent), took the change that was left by parents, went to the store and bought. fresh-bathHe exchanged two empty milk bottles for two full ones. It was lunchtime. More halva, cookies or waffles.
I loved reading books: I had Astrid Lindgren’s The Kid and Carlson Who Lives on the Roof, Milne’s Winnie the Pooh and All-All, Rodari’s Jelsomino in Liarland, Nosov’s The Adventures of Neznaika and His Friends, and Volkov’s The Wizard of the Emerald City. These are just one hundredth of the books that we had in our library, and I swallowed them one by one under fresh loaf and milk.
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There were only two (or three) television programs. He broadcast them. color-screen with the button control of Soviet production. My parents loved to listen to records (and so did I), and we had a radio record player. What wasn’t there was an iPhone, but there was no mobile connection.
The father worked at the factory as a shift master, and his mother worked as a teacher at school. In the summer, I went to the Pioneer Camp. I'll tell you what he looked like if someone forgot. These were two-storey buildings for recreation with rooms for three seats. The dining room is four meals a day. Yeah, every morning we were going to the ruler.
There was always something going on in the camp: theater plays, chess competitions. football. The camp had its own stadium, a pond in which we bathed in hot days, a cinema, an outdoor concert hall stylized as a medieval castle, an amateur radio circle, an observatory, a shooting range, tennis courts and a hefty park.
My father paid only 10 percent of the allowance, the rest was taken over by the company he worked for. Yes, we did not fly to Egypt and Turkey, but the coast of the Black, Azov and Caspian Seas is always welcome. And someone to the Baltic. And so on and so forth. Adults say their parents didn’t teach them to be happy. You guys were born in a time when you didn't have to think about anything.
The reality of the unemployed was not, but there was an article for parasitism. Now stop any cool Mercedes, and it turns out that the driver is unemployed. How many bums were there, huh, guys? What time is it? I have another question: You are a parent now. Teach your child to be happy? Or is it the wrong country again?
Yeah, maybe there's a lot more freedom now. You're not forced to walk in formation, that's true. You can say anything, read, watch, listen, draw any conclusions for yourself. You always have to compare it to some other experience. Take Afghanistan, for example. It wasn't long ago. secularismBut what's going on out there now? Same thing.
Our parents didn’t teach us how to be happy. Now it's an unpopular idea, but there was an idea in the Union that was bigger than the individual. And it wasn't consumption that's now being built into a cult. Our parents taught us to live differently – to build, to work and not to think about how to provide for ourselves.
I am not going to praise those times and convince someone that it was better or worse. Then it was like this. My father, however, still wore jeans, listened to Western music and Radio Liberty. He doesn’t talk much about his childhood. Different times, different, different joys.
GettyImages Let's look at today's reality. Everyone in the hand gadgetThe yards are full of new cars, the counters in the shops are filled with a variety of products. Someone can buy anything, and someone can buy only bread and cereals. This is the time, everyone is more for themselves.
We live in a time where too much has happened. We were born in one reality, now we live in another. It is strange to think that in a constantly changing situation you can achieve prosperity and harmony. We had hopes, but let each person answer for himself whether he coped.
GettyImages Write in the comments about how yours went childhood And are you inclined to blame that system for your current troubles? Do you judge parents who didn’t teach you happiness and still quietly miss those times? Here's a link to Soviet myths. You decide what's true and what's not.
And here we are, now, in prostration. We are not satisfied with anything, we consider ourselves poor and recollect with anger past times. Especially those who did not catch the Union or found it in early childhood. Editorial "Site" I decided to remember a little bit how it was then and what was the reason for these lamentations.
Childhood in the USSR We do not want to give anything morale And we're not asking for anything. The author is an eyewitness of the late period, born in 1978. I remember well the way of the saints of the nineties, which replaced the disintegrated Soviet. He sees how people live now. There is only one fact that is puzzling: why is modern life compared to life at least thirty-five years ago?
I perfectly remember how I came after school (perhaps who does not remember, but from the very childhood we were already completely independent), took the change that was left by parents, went to the store and bought. fresh-bathHe exchanged two empty milk bottles for two full ones. It was lunchtime. More halva, cookies or waffles.
I loved reading books: I had Astrid Lindgren’s The Kid and Carlson Who Lives on the Roof, Milne’s Winnie the Pooh and All-All, Rodari’s Jelsomino in Liarland, Nosov’s The Adventures of Neznaika and His Friends, and Volkov’s The Wizard of the Emerald City. These are just one hundredth of the books that we had in our library, and I swallowed them one by one under fresh loaf and milk.
410384
There were only two (or three) television programs. He broadcast them. color-screen with the button control of Soviet production. My parents loved to listen to records (and so did I), and we had a radio record player. What wasn’t there was an iPhone, but there was no mobile connection.
The father worked at the factory as a shift master, and his mother worked as a teacher at school. In the summer, I went to the Pioneer Camp. I'll tell you what he looked like if someone forgot. These were two-storey buildings for recreation with rooms for three seats. The dining room is four meals a day. Yeah, every morning we were going to the ruler.
There was always something going on in the camp: theater plays, chess competitions. football. The camp had its own stadium, a pond in which we bathed in hot days, a cinema, an outdoor concert hall stylized as a medieval castle, an amateur radio circle, an observatory, a shooting range, tennis courts and a hefty park.
My father paid only 10 percent of the allowance, the rest was taken over by the company he worked for. Yes, we did not fly to Egypt and Turkey, but the coast of the Black, Azov and Caspian Seas is always welcome. And someone to the Baltic. And so on and so forth. Adults say their parents didn’t teach them to be happy. You guys were born in a time when you didn't have to think about anything.
The reality of the unemployed was not, but there was an article for parasitism. Now stop any cool Mercedes, and it turns out that the driver is unemployed. How many bums were there, huh, guys? What time is it? I have another question: You are a parent now. Teach your child to be happy? Or is it the wrong country again?
Yeah, maybe there's a lot more freedom now. You're not forced to walk in formation, that's true. You can say anything, read, watch, listen, draw any conclusions for yourself. You always have to compare it to some other experience. Take Afghanistan, for example. It wasn't long ago. secularismBut what's going on out there now? Same thing.
Our parents didn’t teach us how to be happy. Now it's an unpopular idea, but there was an idea in the Union that was bigger than the individual. And it wasn't consumption that's now being built into a cult. Our parents taught us to live differently – to build, to work and not to think about how to provide for ourselves.
I am not going to praise those times and convince someone that it was better or worse. Then it was like this. My father, however, still wore jeans, listened to Western music and Radio Liberty. He doesn’t talk much about his childhood. Different times, different, different joys.
GettyImages Let's look at today's reality. Everyone in the hand gadgetThe yards are full of new cars, the counters in the shops are filled with a variety of products. Someone can buy anything, and someone can buy only bread and cereals. This is the time, everyone is more for themselves.
We live in a time where too much has happened. We were born in one reality, now we live in another. It is strange to think that in a constantly changing situation you can achieve prosperity and harmony. We had hopes, but let each person answer for himself whether he coped.
GettyImages Write in the comments about how yours went childhood And are you inclined to blame that system for your current troubles? Do you judge parents who didn’t teach you happiness and still quietly miss those times? Here's a link to Soviet myths. You decide what's true and what's not.
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