In children's teams. Why I became a hockey player? I confess, before I never thought about it. But once I was asked to tell how came the love of hockey, and I ... I couldn't answer this question. Just as a child I spent a lot of time on ice. And then one day my hands were putter. To become an athlete, you need to love your sport. And you have to live somewhere close to the stadium. I grew up in Leningradsky Prospekt area, near the Palace of sports CSKA, and it is this circumstance is largely influenced the choice of their sport career. Hockey - game technically complex. There are many conventions and conditions. Hockey is not as natural as jumping, swimming and throwing. In hockey there is a prerequisite: first you need to learn how to skate. To ride I started early. The first coach was his father, Boris S., mechanic-pilot. He took me permanently to the competition of factory teams. The father took care of me in those moments when I was skating: ice I felt confident. For ride with as long as I can remember. My parents worked. My mother - Oribe Abat Hermine - arrived in the Soviet Union a twelve year old girl in 1937. We lived in a wooden house, because I was all the time on the street, riding on a snow-covered roads, polished passing cars to ice conditions. Initially mastered the "snow maiden", then "eider". Hockey really got me interested in the beginning of 1963, when I saw on TV the world Championships held in Stockholm, where he began the series of victories of Soviet hockey players. The series, in which I played. Once in our yard appeared hockey, I started to play with the older guys. CSKA I got thanks to these guys. I learned about the fact that CSKA occurs periodically record wanting to play hockey, every year is set in the nursery school. Set this at that time was not as big as now. Adopted me Boris Pavlovich Kulagin. I started badly with deception. I was then small, and therefore was able to impersonate thirteen: children born in the forty-eighth, is no longer accepted. Participated we only friendlies, learning the basics of hockey. But the first match on the audience I played earlier, not waiting for next winter, and in the Palace CSKA before the match teams. Father can't stand lies and because dad told my coaches that I lied to them that I was forty-eight. Thought'd kick me out, but forgive me, probably because my deception harm could be managed. Consistently rose from team to team is the second, then the first team boys, third, second, first, boys. Medical help I didn't ask, but I was afraid that one day my secret may be disclosed: the fact that I was not able at that time to be of help. In 1960 I brought a sore throat in the severe form, the disease has brought complications: rheumatism of the heart. And asked. Help I took where he was listed as rheumatica. Explained to the doctors that have long played hockey that the disease apparently surrendered. Played with desire, tried. There was a time when I missed a workout. Everything went smoothly, without Blatov and downs, as from class to class passed from one age group to another, but now it is the turn of the first youth team, I began to invite male, and I found myself faced with the problem of choice. In team CSKA all the seats were occupied. Played great masters of the older generation. Played and talented youth. In the youth team with me were promising guys who concerning the physical conditions, the level was, in the opinion of the coaches, not worse, but better than me. Be happy it was nothing. I am nineteen years old, and I am far from the main part. But Almeev, remembered I was seventeen in the team. In March 1968, I was summoned to CSKA.
Рассказ Джеймса Олдриджа «Последний дюйм» произвел на меня сильное впечатление. От первой до последней строки находишься в напряжении. Затаив дыхание, следишь за судьбой героев. О чем этот рассказ? Я думаю, о преодолении напряжения в отношениях между отцом и сыном, преодолении своих собственных слабостей, неуверенности в себе, преодолении нечеловеческих перегрузок, которые выпали на долю десятилетнего мальчика... Герои рассказа — Бен и Дэви — даже не предполагали, какие испытания ждут их в Акульей бухте! То, что произошло сними там, изменило многое в их отношениях. В начале рассказа мы видим, что между отцом и сыном нет понимания. Такое, к сожалению, бывает. Но почему Бен так суров? ответ мы находим в тексте. Он военный летчик, посвятивший двадцать лет любимой, но чрезвычайно опасной профессии. Обстоятельства складываются так, что Бен остается без работы. Теперь он вынужден искать возможность заработать, ведь у него семья. В поисках денег он должен много путешествовать, подолгу не видеть жену и сына. Привыкший к постоянному риску, он соглашается на опасные подводные съемки, так как за это обещали хорошо заплатить. Если бы Бен поделился своими проблемами с сыном, может быть, не было бы такого отчуждения в их отношениях?! Но Дэви не понимает, почему отец так резок с ним. Ему кажется, что он его не любит. Дэви чувствует себя неуютно рядом с отцом. Он испуган и напряжен. В бухте это напряжение растет. Теперь он испытывает страх за отца, за себя... Его чувствительность лучше понять ситуацию, первым почувствовать опасность. Как мы уже знаем, Дэви беспокоился не зря... Несчастный случай заставил Бена изменить свое отношение к сыну. Его беспокоит то, что мальчик может остаться один и его вряд ли найдут. Превозмогая боль, он пытается выглядеть в глазах сына спокойным и рассудительным. Он боится испугать Дэви, поэтому не говорит сразу о своем плане Он видит, как тяжело сейчас сыну, находит теперь те слова, которые Дэви хотел услышать от него давно, и благодарен ему за это. Дэви понимает, что отец беспокоится о нем. Автор показывает, как Дэви преодолевает собственную слабость, понимая, что рисковать стоит для человека... В жизни каждого из нас наступают решающие минуты и остаются последние дюймы. Автор учит нас, что, «преодолевая этот последний дюйм», мы должны помнить о тех, кто находится рядом с нами. «Последний дюйм мне по-новому взглянуть на многие проблемы, казавшиеся мне сложными разобраться в своих непростых отношениях с родителями. Мне кажется, что я преодолел свой «последний дюйм за это Бену, Дэви и замечательному писателю Джеймсу Олдриджу.
Им около двенадцати лет. Лицо Илюши довольно незначительно: горбоносое, вытянутое, подслеповатое. Губы сжатые, сдвинутые брови, волосы жёлтые почти белые. Одет в новые лапти и онучи, толстая верёвка, три раза перевитая вокруг стана, тщательно стягивает его опрятную чёрную свитку. У Павлуши волосы всклокоченные, чёрные, серые глаза, широкие скулы, бледное лицо, большой, но правильный рот, вся голова огромная, тело приземистое, неуклюжее. Илюша рассказывает и знает больше историй, чем Павел. Он убеждён в своих рассказах, говорит с жаром, испытывает страх, он многословен и эмоционален. Павлуша же наоборот почти не верит в поверья и сказанья, говорит кратко смело и во всём пытается найти решение. - Ах, это примета дурная, - с расстановкой проговорил Илюша. - Ну, ничего, пущай! – произнёс Павел решительно – судьбы не минуешь. Всё же автору больше симпатичен Павлуша, потому что он смелый, бесстрашный и удалой: «И всё же он мне понравился». Автор любуется тем моментом, когда убежали собаки, Павлуша без хворостинки в руке, ночью поскакал один на волка: «Что за славный мальчик!» Так же автора удивляет то, как он один в темноте пошёл к реке за водой и услышал голос покойного Васи. Все мальчики начали креститься, а Павлуша отреагировал очень спокойно. В том же году Павла не стало, он убился, упав с лошади. Автор с сожалением рассказывает об этом: «Жаль, славный был парень!»
Why I became a hockey player? I confess, before I never thought about it. But once I was asked to tell how came the love of hockey, and I ... I couldn't answer this question.
Just as a child I spent a lot of time on ice. And then one day my hands were putter.
To become an athlete, you need to love your sport. And you have to live somewhere close to the stadium. I grew up in Leningradsky Prospekt area, near the Palace of sports CSKA, and it is this circumstance is largely influenced the choice of their sport career.
Hockey - game technically complex. There are many conventions and conditions. Hockey is not as natural as jumping, swimming and throwing.
In hockey there is a prerequisite: first you need to learn how to skate.
To ride I started early. The first coach was his father, Boris S., mechanic-pilot. He took me permanently to the competition of factory teams.
The father took care of me in those moments when I was skating: ice I felt confident. For ride with as long as I can remember. My parents worked. My mother - Oribe Abat Hermine - arrived in the Soviet Union a twelve year old girl in 1937.
We lived in a wooden house, because I was all the time on the street, riding on a snow-covered roads, polished passing cars to ice conditions. Initially mastered the "snow maiden", then "eider".
Hockey really got me interested in the beginning of 1963, when I saw on TV the world Championships held in Stockholm, where he began the series of victories of Soviet hockey players. The series, in which I played.
Once in our yard appeared hockey, I started to play with the older guys.
CSKA I got thanks to these guys. I learned about the fact that CSKA occurs periodically record wanting to play hockey, every year is set in the nursery school.
Set this at that time was not as big as now. Adopted me Boris Pavlovich Kulagin.
I started badly with deception. I was then small, and therefore was able to impersonate thirteen: children born in the forty-eighth, is no longer accepted. Participated we only friendlies, learning the basics of hockey.
But the first match on the audience I played earlier, not waiting for next winter, and in the Palace CSKA before the match teams.
Father can't stand lies and because dad told my coaches that I lied to them that I was forty-eight.
Thought'd kick me out, but forgive me, probably because my deception harm could be managed.
Consistently rose from team to team is the second, then the first team boys, third, second, first, boys.
Medical help I didn't ask, but I was afraid that one day my secret may be disclosed: the fact that I was not able at that time to be of help. In 1960 I brought a sore throat in the severe form, the disease has brought complications: rheumatism of the heart. And asked.
Help I took where he was listed as rheumatica. Explained to the doctors that have long played hockey that the disease apparently surrendered.
Played with desire, tried.
There was a time when I missed a workout.
Everything went smoothly, without Blatov and downs, as from class to class passed from one age group to another, but now it is the turn of the first youth team, I began to invite male, and I found myself faced with the problem of choice.
In team CSKA all the seats were occupied. Played great masters of the older generation. Played and talented youth. In the youth team with me were promising guys who concerning the physical conditions, the level was, in the opinion of the coaches, not worse, but better than me.
Be happy it was nothing. I am nineteen years old, and I am far from the main part. But Almeev, remembered I was seventeen in the team.
In March 1968, I was summoned to CSKA.