At the Institute, I also played. There was a huge saxophone Leningrad production. In the forty-sixth year, the plant broke musical instruments. To the ground.The first secretary of the Leningrad regional party Zhdanov said that jazz - music cosmopolitan it is alien to us. Accordingly, the tools - as well. Play the saxophone was not the word "jazz" banned. Now, the institute gave me a receipt for the saxophone. And I download the film erot?c
and started to learn at home. And he's yelling when you're playing.I once went with a saxophone to Vadim Milovidova. Look - it comes with kakimto chemodanchikom.Poydem - I say - let's play. You - on the piano, I - the saxophone. I've learned one tune! I can not - he says. - I was sent to the bath ... Okay, let's go to the bath together! .. In the bath at the same time I washed. Then he took out a saxophone, and in the lobby, where all undress podudel.All with interest looked at me ... and when we were smaller, often with Vadka went to the baths to wash. And, of course, commit various petty crimes. For example, they took with them the newspaper. Tore it and soaked. Then sneak to kakomunibud uncle, who was soaping her head and put it into a bowl this paper.He said, as if nothing had happened, began to wash. But his newspaper on his head! We are at this time for conspiracy hard mylim their heads. And so we sit with soapy heads and quietly laughing wildly. He fumed: Who throws the paper?!. And who - unknown naroduto much ... Another uncle, as he soaped his heart's content, we slipped a bowl of cold water.He began to wash off the soap and some water ice doused himself. Noise was a lot! .. Soon, at the Institute, I began to tail in mathematics. I osobennoto to do it. Also, perhaps, for mathematics is not very capable. And me, caudate, six months safely expelled. Therefore, if not mathematics at the institute I was very interested.I was there and practicing the trumpet, the trombone. In general, have little idea how to play wind instruments. In the future, I, as a composer and arranger, this is very useful. Well, when I was expelled from the institute, there and then, in March, forty-fifth, received a summons from the draft board. I was told to come to Omsk, in the regimental school.NOT EVERY SOLDIER DREAMS become generals mother gathered me in the way a bag of food. Two days to go. But the train can not go! Wagons - packed, sitting on the roofs. Who in uniform who are in civilian clothes. Tickets, of course, no, I did not buy.
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and surprised: You did not go?.I stormed the train a few times. It was only on the third day my friend Boris pushed me into the car window. I stood perched somewhere ... well, how to get to Omsk, I do not know, but it came to military school. The barracks regimental school - double bunk, narrow, with two feet, the mattress. They gave us a winding: boots were not. Sleep at night, all of a sudden you wake up: the rise!All jump. Who coil unwound, - to wash the toilet.