They are like their time, they are tempered by this time.
We were not instilled into the tolerance that is fashionable now, we were not told that keeping silent is better than saying.
I am scared to realize that historians propose to delete our generation and put an end to it. They say that the children of the 90s are a dysfunctional generation. Lost. They want to do it in the time that brought us up like this … What time was it? Sex Revolution? Change of mood? Time for protests?
We are glamorous only outwardly. And internally we are as unglamorous as the 90s cannot be called glamorous.
And you know … And for some reason, we don't go to clubs. We had discos then, not clubs. Everything was different there)) There were slow people waiting!
Children of the 90s are accustomed to football. Do you know why? in the 90s there were no such spectacles as house-2 or various reality shows. Then the youth did not have a headache with factories of stars and novels by Olya Buzova. Then there was one holiday on public television - the championship of Russia, Europe, the world football. And we watched. We grew up on it.
Children of the 90s are amazing people. They knew poverty and hunger and sudden wealth. They lived in a country that no one could understand - not with the mind, not the mind, not the heart.
Children of the 90s know how to resist and not be afraid. They know how to wait. And believe. They are rough and harsh.
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Children of the 90s were born in the USSR. Therefore, they could not do otherwise.
I remember from the 90s:
1. Breakfast before school. Mom collected orange peels from everyone she knew, especially after NG. I dried them, and then for a long time made tea from them (there were three of us). She boiled the kettle, threw the crusts and left it to brew for 10 minutes. It turned out delicious, but not always with sugar. Breakfast actually consisted of this tea and bread. Thyme was brewed on holidays or when someone started to drink.
2. We divided the first chewing gum into three. It was Turbo. They persuaded their parents with almost tears in their eyes. This most important event happened on the train, we went to grandma and grandpa. It cost 2 rubles 20 kopecks, while the cost of a loaf of bread at that time was 75 kopecks.
3. Then they wore things for the older brothers. I wore my sneakers. At some point, they became so tattered that it was no longer possible to wear them. I began to go barefoot to physical education, but it only lasted a couple of lessons. Then the physical education instructor said “down barefoot,” and stopped letting me into class. Absenteeism began. At the next classroom hour, she put me in front of the whole class and asked me to explain my absenteeism from physical training. Blushing and panting with shame, I explained that I simply had nothing to wear to these lessons. She said: “it is necessary that a homeless child is studying in our class, they cannot even buy shoes”, “look at the children and do not act like your full name”. I was ready to die at that moment. Not enough money for food, what kind of sneakers?
4. The first sneakers)))) White, Chinese. They burst at the fold after 4 donning. I wonder what kind of shit they were made of then? I wore them for no more than a month, then holes just appeared at the folds. It was impossible to mend them, everything was pulled out with meat after the very first socks. With the second crosses, he behaved according to the “advice of those in the know,” cotton wool was placed under the fold.
5. I saw for the first time people rummaging in garbage cans in search of food. For the USSR, this is … it is not enough to say that the picture is atypical, it is above all, as if I saw a picture from hell. For a week the dumbstruck went.
6. On weekends, closer to 4 o'clock, towards the end of the meat department's work in the market, we were sent for "meat". The butchers had a lot of cuttings during their shift. This trim cost several times cheaper than ordinary meat. All this was stewed for a very long time, but it still chewed like a galosh, but gave a rich broth.
7. About children's desserts of that time is a separate story. And sugar candies and crushed rusks with sugar syrup and cocoa and homemade toffee made from sour cream and sugar. Dried fruits - just chew. Kissel in packs - also gnawed.
8. When our class teacher changed, a new one began to organize the "Day of the birthday boy", it was held twice a year. The bottom line was that the whole class would get together after school, and everyone would bring some pastries from home. Not all could, but most brought. And it was a holiday cooler than the New Year in a few miles! What a tree there is! School desks moved together and everything brought was displayed in a row: cakes, straws, nuts, homemade biscuits, chak-chak and there was a lot of that and more. Everyone was overeating from the belly, which was not up to the "disco for those who are 11"))) And then another cool one, probably knowing who's at home is not very good at all, persuading me to load a couple of pieces of cake with her.
And they cooked everything themselves, some were insured by their parents, but some did not need it. In our time, a 7-year-old child could easily prepare breakfast for himself.
9. And, of course … this is a mother crying in the kitchen, at night. Soothing her father. We, children, heard all this perfectly, but in the morning we pretended not to know anything. Without negotiating. Silently drank their orange tea and bread and went to school
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