One of the biographies of the first president of Russia is called "From Dawn to Dusk". The book, written according to the recollections of the former head of the security service Boris Yeltsin, stood in my parents' library in Nadym at about the level of a child's eyes.
I don’t know what the publishing house was thinking when releasing a book about the president with that name, but I, who have had good visual memory and visual thinking since childhood, only a few years ago learned that the film "From Dusk Till Dawn" is NOT about President Yeltsin.
I am 6 years old, my parents stayed up late at a party, and I Afraid of falling asleep alone, she turned on the TV. Some film begins on STS, I already read freely and recognize a familiar name in the credits, an association arises in my head - Yeltsin, it will be a film based on a book, like "Munghausen" or "Three Musketeers", novels about which are also in our closet.
My president is escaping from prison, my president is fighting the mafia, my president is illegally crossing the border, my president is fighting vampires. When on December 31, 1999, my president said on TV that he was tired and was leaving, I had no questions, I understood that he had a hard time in this life.
I swore very obscenely, because I understood the true meaning of his words - "I messed everything up here, broke it and let it go down the wind. Now you deal with this if you want. I had a nice fun, but I don't care about the rest." And I also thought - it was necessary to vote for Zyuganov - at least there would not be that feeling when they spat in your soul. And so ... what did you want from the superintendent-drunk? This should have happened.
At that time I was only 5 years old. And as my mother told me, I cried when I heard his speech about leaving. I still don't understand why there was such a reaction.
I was 12 years old then and I absolutely did not remember who was on the screen and what he was saying. Like any teenager, I was waiting for a miracle, gifts and the opportunity to sip champagne with everyone.
Time flies, and yesterday, December 31, 2016, the current president spoke. And I sat and waited: "Well, say the same, say."
I was 8 years old. I remember the news at 15:00 (Ural time). And then, instead of news, they show Yeltsin who says the famous: "I'm tired, I'm leaving." I shouted to my mother in the kitchen that Yeltsin was leaving (she was surprised). And everyone liked Putin at that moment (people wanted order). Personally, I had some surprise, but no more ...
I was 25. I came home with my two-year-old daughter in my arms, we were all covered in snow. At this moment on TV, Yeltsin was talking about his resignation and his woodlice-like successor. A mixture of horror, despair and, at the same time, faint hope that I could still be changed. Alas, it didn't work out.
As I remember now: my father and I went for a New Year tree. They chose her for a long time, argued, and when they had already decided to buy, an unknown man in a beaver hat approached us and said: "You don't know, but Yeltsin resigned." And disappeared. I remember my father's surprise, I remember my bewilderment: of course I knew Yeltsin (I was 11 years old) and understood that something was wrong with this cheerful president. At night we listened to his televised address. There was no particular shock, but, of course, both the upcoming Millennium and the resignation of the President somehow merged for me and portended, if not the end of the world, then the end of ordinary life.
I just turned 11 years old. Then I really liked watching Parfenov, and he just ended the cycle of programs "Namedni" about 91-99 years. I remember then, I was surprised that he had already summed up the 99th year, although there was still about a week before its end. To this my dad replied that it was unlikely that anything significant could still happen. On December 31, I looked triumphant =)
I was very young that year, but that did not prevent me from sharing joy with many people in our country. Honestly, despite my 12 years old, I felt joyful feelings - my family, to put it mildly, did not really like the old drunkard. After the appointment, acting. I hoped that Yeltsin's successor would lose the next presidential election. Because you can't expect anything good from a person appointed by the first president ...
In general, at 12 you still believe in miracles)
At that time, I was "drowning" for Primakov and his "Fatherland - All Russia". Therefore, the news of a virtually peremptory transfer of power in the first minutes discouraged me. With grief, I even climbed to re-read the article about the American model of democracy and elections.
Nevertheless, since Putin, in contrast to Yeltsin, made a rather pleasant impression on me at that time, my discouragement eventually gave way to emotional uplift = )
I remember that day. In the afternoon I heard the news and was delighted with the beauty of such a move. The genius of PR. This is the only case in the history of Russia when the ruler APONGED to the people. Worthy of respect.
Everyone could not stand him by that moment. This was very beautiful. The main performance of that time. Power, not like today's blue thieves.
I remember that moment very well. The whole country diligently tucked Olivier salads for itself, put champagne in the refrigerator ... And then from the TV, which, as you know, for celebrating the New Year is an attribute more important than the tree, sounded "I'm tired, I'm leaving." This new president looked very cheerful and advantageous against the backdrop of the drunken ruin of Yeltsin, and I liked it right away - albeit not for long, for about forty minutes. Until the moment when I, looking up from the salad, thought “stop-stop-stop, who is this anyway? where is he from? ”
It turned out from there.
I was 14, I was in the 9th grade, Yeltsin already seemed squeezed out, drunk, it was hard to look at him. At that moment it was somehow strange. But then they betrayed this vile chekist person who promised the destruction of at least those freedoms that Yeltsin guaranteed. It was clear that he had come to "put things in order" and "increase security." The professor of jurisprudence is well done, she did not say anything directly then, but the phrase "Those who are ready to sacrifice their daily freedom for the sake of a little bit of temporary security are not worthy of either freedom or security and will soon lose both." we remembered everything. She said rather sadly and it became clear that we, at least, had changed the awl for soap. As it turned out later - not for soap, but for a poisonous remnant.
I experienced both the pleasant pleasure of knowing that another person would become president and the disappointment that it was already known who exactly.
The disappointment was not because Putin was bad, I was 13 years old, and in such categories I have not yet thought, it is just a shame that there is no intrigue. And the pleasure due to the fact that Yeltsin's physiognomy by that moment had time to get bored.
I will not dissemble. At that moment I was very happy. Yeltsin at that time was like Putin now. The constant sugary-touching indulgence of journalists, politicians and actors about Yeltsin at that time was simply disgusting. Yeltsin's departure gave hope for at least some positive change. Unfortunately, not much has changed.
That year I studied in the 11th grade, with the boys they celebrated the millennium at the "hut", for the first time separately from their parents. The news was taken calmly, no shock, no joy, no sadness. at that time we were all on a drum. The only thing that was interesting then was what would happen to computers at 12 o'clock at night, because many predicted the end of the world.
I was 5 years old. The reaction is as follows: “As soon as I remembered that our president was Yeltsin, he resigned. And who will be now? His son? ”
It turned out not really.
At that time I was disgustingly young, 24 years old😆. And I remember everything perfectly. There was surprise mixed with bewilderment ... There was a curiosity, what's next? Awareness of the "multi-move" appeared later😎
Judging by the answers, many vaguely remember that day. Simply because Yeltsin's televised address with the famous "I'm tired" was shown on December 31 at noon. At midnight it was repeated, after which Putin congratulated the Russians. Those. By the time of the chimes, many already knew about their resignation. Only those who did not follow the news that day did not know.
I was 10 years old then, but I well remember the day's address. The family was surprised and discussed the resignation for the rest of the day. I remember my grandmother's calls to my friends. Added to the usual congratulations "Have you heard? Have you already heard?" By the way, everyone liked Putin. That was the time.
I was 17. As usual, on New Year's Eve I watched the President's address with my parents. Of course, the words about the resignation caused great surprise. But now I hardly remember exactly what I was thinking in those minutes. I remember only the phrase of our history teacher after the New Year holidays, that Putin (then already acting president) is a "dark horse" for her and we will still be through with him ...
I was unforgivably young, only in a few days I was supposed to hit 5 years. At this age, many concepts are confused. So it happened to me: Santa Claus and the president in my head personified a single entity. Now imagine my disappointment when, on New Year's Eve, Santa Claus says that he is tired and he leaves. A storm of emotions, a feeling of complete emptiness around and no holiday. Only gifts under the tree the next day brought me back to life.
When this happened, I was 9 years old. I and my cousin constantly mimicked him, imitated his voice. So that was a little upset and surprised. And besides, I just didn't understand what it meant. Then, my mother told me that we will elect the president, but I can't, because I'm small.
Something like the one at his funeral ceremony, where I got there quite by accident. The person left and everyone around them took it very emotionally, and you have nothing to do with it.
I was in the 11th grade. I remember I was driving somewhere on a bus on December 31, and then the driver turned on the radio loudly with Yeltsin's speech (apparently, it had already been transmitted to the Far East). I well remember only the words of one of the passengers: "Thank God!" I seem to have had similar feelings.
I was 12 years old. I, of course, did not understand anything about politics at that time, but I was in deep shock. "How does it go? (I have lived my entire adult life under his presidency.) And what should we do now? Who will be now? Putin? Who is this? What is this little," gray ", inconspicuous little man? How do we live now? will we? "
Here is an inconspicuous, gray little man :)))
We just got married, we were young and poor. We met NG in a large youth company. On the table were cutlets, mashed potatoes and olivier. Nobody expected such a turn. We were just stunned by this news! And one of the friends said: This is a gift! It was very unexpected and joyful.
On New Year's Eve 2000 I was 5 years old. My parents and I celebrated at the recreation center in a small house. It had a TV, somewhere 40x40 centimeters, there was terrible interference, because on this base the TV antenna was very poorly caught. The only thing that I remembered then was the phrase "I'm resigning." At that moment ... nothing happened in my highly educated head. But the parents gasped. All. Then everyone drank and celebrated. A person left and left, then there will be a new one - everyone thought.
I was 12 years old. Then it seemed to me that our president was strange in comparison with the presidents of other countries. Then I already remembered that the president had been re-elected before that with the wording: "for whom, if not for Yeltsin?" When I watched the 2000 New Year's address, I realized that something important and large-scale had happened before my eyes, so cool that even the children in the yard will talk about it tomorrow. I was only worried about the question that stuck in my head: "who, if not Yeltsin?".
A storm of emotions overwhelmed me at that moment.
His decision was untimely. His rosy-cheeked drive mixed with alcohol
gave us freedom and publicity. He was criticized, but he did not take offense, did not close critical objects.
I hope that at the end of this year, on the night of January 1, our beloved president will say: "Enough"
And will go into the sunset.