Orenburg region, pos. Pervomaisky.
There are seven children in the family where Sergei is raised and brought up. All receptionists. Parents - a former director of the school and the cook of the school cafeteria - created good conditions for the children for development, a warm homely atmosphere. Thanks to them, Sergey grew up to be a kind and hardworking boy. 4 years spent in the orphanage could not spoil it. He studies "excellently", and in the future he dreams of becoming a doctor. And he loves his family very much. For 4 years in a row, Sergey has become a participant in the “Excellent Students from Large Families” program and receives a scholarship, which he can spend on expenses related to his studies.
For the 4th time, Serezha becomes a Foundation scholarship holder for excellent studies. Thanks to your support, the family was able to purchase a computer for the children, connect the Internet, pay for sports and tutors for Serezha, and purchase literature and stationery. This year, Sergei again sent documents for a scholarship. In the report card he has only “five”, and he again expects to help his parents in their hard work - to raise so many wonderful children!
From Serezha's letter:
My name is Sergey. I don’t know my own father, what his name was either, and probably I will never know, because my relatives are no longer in the world. After my birth, my mother got married and subsequently I had sisters Ayguzel and Alina, and then a brother, Misha. When my mother was pregnant, she was deprived of her parental rights, her stepfather was convicted, and in 2008 my sisters and I were placed in an orphanage. Aiguzel was then 5 years old, Alina - 2 years old, we knew nothing about our brother then. We were in the orphanage until April 16, 2012. On this day, we were taken home by our new parents, father and mother - Kubasheva Koblambay Arzanovich and Galya Kuspanovna. We consider this day our second common birthday. Six months later, dad and mom found our brother Misha in the hospital, whom we had never seen, and brought him home to us. Just like us, other children appeared in the family: Aigul and Arman - they are also brother and sister, and Gulmira. Now we all live together. Mom and dad still have two of their older children, but they are already adults, they have their own families.
Studying has always been easy for me. Dad helps us a lot: he worked as a school director for 30 years, together we write essays, do homework, discuss stories and poems. I participate in competitions and Olympiads, often win prizes. My essay on the Great Patriotic war was recognized as one of the best in the region. Now I am in the 9th grade, thanks to your support I continue to engage in Greco-Roman wrestling, I was recently awarded the 1st adult category. I used to go to drawing, but the classes were paid, and we didn’t have enough money for them, I had to quit. I love to draw very much, and I still hope to resume the lessons.
Dad teaches us a lot, says that everything in life can come in handy. Recently, I signed up for a driving course and immediately surprised the teacher by telling the principle of the engine, named the main parts of the car, and the order of maintenance. My dad taught me this too. He never shuns any work, he has not worked at school for a long time, he looks after cattle, throws snow, earns money as a watchman. “It is not the place that makes the man, but the man the place,” he always says. And our mother worked all her life as a cook at school. Now she teaches our sisters how to cook.
Our Mishenka is still very weak. And although we introduce him to sports - he is already doing push-ups, pulling himself up, climbing the rope - he constantly needs vitamins and medicines, his parents often take him to Orenburg for examinations. All this costs a lot of money. Therefore, your support is very helpful to our family.
When I was in an orphanage, I was offered to enter the Orenburg Cadet Corps, but I was afraid to leave my sisters alone. And only here, in my new family, I am calm for them and can think about my future. My dream is to enter the Medical University and become a good doctor. That's why I try to study "excellently". We have more excellent students growing up - sister Alina is trying to keep up with me. Thanks for helping us. Without you, it would be more difficult for me and my family. When you know that there are people like you on earth, the world seems brighter!
You have a brilliant boy! - more than once his teacher told the parents of first-grader Serezha Trubnikov.
And the brilliant boy finished the 1st grade at home, overcoming daily weakness, drowsiness, impotence and fullness. When the boy from the village of Kemul (Chaikovskiy district) entered the 1st grade, he had already undergone a course of chemotherapy. The diagnosis is a brain tumor.
The doctors explained that Serezha had a very rare type of malignant tumor. At that time, only six people had been diagnosed with it in Russia. Then there was no talk of surgery. There were no analogues of the treatment of a terrible disease in the country, - says the mother of Serezha Trubnikova, Svetlana Arkadyevna.
Serezha survived four courses of chemotherapy and a course of radiation therapy. And it seemed to get better, and the doctors allowed me to go to school, except that they were released from physical education. And the most frequent mark in the diary was five.
Seryozhka patiently endured both weakness and dizziness when he sat in the evenings over his textbooks. And like all the boys looking forward to the holidays. But the summer of 2010, with its accursed heat, turned out to be almost fatal for the boy.
My son got worse and worse. She was urgently sent to Perm for an MRI, and it turned out that the tumor had grown strongly and attacked the most important parts of the brain. And in Moscow, at the Burdenko Institute, they agreed to carry out the operation, - Sveta's mother recalls the first, such a risky and daunting operation.
The operation was successful. The Moscow luminaries reassured their parents that the most, the worst part was removed, and what was left should not be touched. But this infection should no longer grow, so let Seryozha live like ordinary boys.
And you know, my son's wings seem to have grown after the operation. He admitted that it became easy to walk, the pain and weakness disappeared. Skis and a bicycle appeared in the house, every morning there was a mandatory charge, and physical education returned to the lesson schedule.
But most importantly, despite the most difficult operation, for two months of missing classes at school, Seryozha finished the first half of the 2010 academic year with only fives and fours.
In May of this year, Serezha became ill again. He was going to take an exam in physics, dressed and suddenly collapsed abruptly, - says the boy's father, Vasily Nikolaevich.
The tumor spread its poisonous tentacles again. He is growing and is already preventing 14-year-old Sergey from leaving the house on his own. And in Moscow they agree to carry out an emergency operation. And even sent an invitation to hospitalization. But with a note: such operations are no longer performed in the clinic for free.
Serezha dreams of becoming a physicist and making discoveries that will glorify Russia. And maybe save someone's life.
And the life of a young physicist can be saved without making any discoveries. Just help raise 235 thousand rubles. At the end of July, they are waiting for Sergei in Moscow, at the Institute. Burdenko. Until the end of July, Serezhin's parents (mother is a cook, father is a safety engineer) will not be able to collect 235 thousand rubles on their own.
Fund "Dedmorozim" helps to raise money for the son's operation to the parents of Serezha Trubnikov. We can also help Serezha cope with the tumor - you can transfer any feasible amount:
1. At any Sberbank ATM/terminal and Sberbank Online@yn system:
By selecting in the menu "Cash payments" or "Payments of our region" - "Other" - "Charity payments" - "Dedmorozim Fund".
2. By sending an SMS to 7715:
with the text: “Dedmorozim” space “donation amount”, for example, “Dedmorozim 300”.
Details Created on 05.02.2012 22:17 Author: Vladimir Bagrov Views: 1641People's Artist of Russia Sergey Garmash shared with schoolchildren of Perm the secret of choosing a profession. Arriving in the city with a concert, the actor found time to meet with children from the school for the development of creative abilities.
Communication began with the fact that Sergei forbade the guys to shoot him on mobile phones and refused to give autographs. For the sake of "glory" he promised to visit them again with Kostya Khabensky.
Inspired by the promise, the guys bombarded Sergey with questions. They were primarily interested in whether he was prone to "star disease" and how to deal with it. Another teenager asked why Garmash chose the profession of an actor.
And here came a terrible family secret. It turned out that in childhood Serezha dreamed of being a doctor. He came to this idea when he was in the hospital for a dressing. Later, a dream appeared, to become a sailor.
But the fate of Sergei was decided by his mother. She courageously took her son's documents to the theater school. When Sergei found out about this, he only said: "Ha!". And then he took it and did it.
Sergei gave two pieces of advice to the guys from Perm. First, listen to yourself. Secondly, trust moms dads and teachers.
newspaper" Bagrusha"I liked the actor's advice very much.
The idiot Seryozha could have been born, for example, Einstein or even Yesenin, but for some reason he did not want to and was born an idiot. Perhaps he was a genius, but just the opposite. After all, the genius of Pushkin or Newton is the same idiocy, only in the other direction. Idiocy and genius are two extremes that come dangerously close to each other.
So, the idiot Seryozha did not go to school as a child. He dreamed of becoming an astronaut, and instead of a teacher, his mother taught him. Serezha's dad ran away when it turned out that Serezha was an idiot, he ran away, out of shame or responsibility. So I was raised by an idiot mother. She was sure that someday Seryozha would do something brilliant: make an outstanding discovery or paint an amazing picture. Then neighbors, doctors, and especially Serezhin's dad will bite each other's elbows, saying: "Ah! How could we make such a mistake! Why did we get the idea that he is an idiot. He is a genius! An undoubted genius!" Serezhin's dad will definitely read in the newspaper about the genius of the abandoned son and, bursting into tears of late repentance, will crawl to them on his knees on the third floor, and she will still think very much whether to let him into the corridor, because the street is dirty and the floors are washed.
But now thirty years have passed since the birth of Serezha, and his father never crawled, because Serezha remained an idiot for those around him and did not make discoveries. But he knew how to laugh with his idiotic laugh. An ordinary cat or a milk carton could make him laugh. Serezha also stopped wanting to be an astronaut and now wanted to be a "cool businessman." This is because the boys in the yard have changed along with their dreams in thirty years. Seryozha himself remained the same, continued to laugh, drooling, as he did many years ago, he just began to think about business.
For days on end, with a wild whoop, the idiot was chasing a ball with the boys. Mom brought him home to change his shoes, because Serezha's feet were always wet. It was during these very respite that the idiot dreamed of how he would open his small business, they and their mother will have "a lot of grandmas and all the heifers in the district will be his." The business seemed to Seryozha something like a mother's music box, maybe a little more. Serezha adored the box, but his mother hid it and opened it only in extreme cases, when Serezha was upset. Out of frustration, the idiot waved his head and arms so hard that he could hurt himself. Then mother opened the box, music slowly rolled out of it, Seryozha calmed down and smiled. He wasn't laughing, just smiling, drooling. At such moments, looking at her son, mother again began to hope that Seryozha would nevertheless make some kind of discovery. After all, thirty-three is not an age!
The business was presented to Serezha as a new music box. He dreamed at night and during the breaks between football, how he would open a bright box, and grandmothers would beautifully fall out of it along with music. Serezha saw his own grandmother only three times in his life, but he really liked her. The first time they brought him from the hospital, but that doesn't count. The second time, the grandmother came for his birthday when he was five years old, gave him a ball, treated him with sweets and stroked his head. That's when he liked her! Seryozha did not know that the grandmother was the mother of the father who had run away, and that is why he sees her so rarely. Well, the third time he saw her in one very unpleasant place. There were a lot of people in black and a lot of flowers. But at that time, the flowers did not please the idiot as usual, but lay ugly in a large box. In the same box was Serezha's grandmother in a black dress. Mother brought Seryozha closer to the box, and she herself began to talk with unfamiliar aunts, who groaned in unison, nodded their heads like a Chinese idol on mother's table, and pressed beautiful handkerchiefs over their eyes. A mustachioed uncle was standing nearby. Seryozha did not pay attention to him, because they did not tell him that this was his father. The idiot went to the box and tried to talk to the grandmother. But she lay sad, did not smile and did not give sweets. Seryozha tried to make her laugh, stroked her hand and laughed affectionately. But the grandmother was not amused, probably because her eyes were closed. But my mother ran up with the aunts and took Seryozha away, who wanted to help the grandmother, trying to open one of her eyes with his finger.
Seryozha imagined how soon he would open his small business and little money would fall from there, a lot, a lot. They will be kind, with open eyes, each will give Seryozha a candy and a ball. Then he will immediately have a million sky-high balls and sweets, and it will be fun. Seryozha imagined what heifers were the least of all. Of course, he saw cows on TV, and he knew that a small cow could be called a heifer, but why does he need so many cows! They won't fit in their small room and kitchen, and the cows will freeze outside. And Serezha and his mother bought milk right in the boxes, in a big store, where it’s so interesting, but you can’t touch anything, because Serezha can accidentally drop something, and you will have to pay for something that has fallen. So Seryozha did not need cows.
Once Seryozha was sitting alone on a bench in the yard. The boys were at school, but they didn’t let him go to school, although it was probably interesting there. From the gateway, from the street, a girl or a woman entered, Seryozha did not understand well who, and sat down next to him. The girl turned out to be very beautiful, Seryozha just understood this, he loved everything beautiful, for example, a box or flowers. And the girl was like a box and a flower at the same time. It was as bright as a flower and smelled wonderful. When she spoke, the music sounded almost as good as from the box. At first, the girl apologized for interfering. From excitement, the idiot forgot all the words that his mother and boys taught him and could only mumble his name: "Se-re-zha!" The girl was not offended and did not leave, but continued to sit nearby, talking about herself. For example, that her name is Masha, that she was very tired, and that some Hera did not love and left her. Seryozha hardly caught the train of her thoughts. He simply could not understand how one could not love such beauty. It must be very painful when you are abandoned. Seryozha himself often fell while playing football, the boys pushed him, but did not throw him. The evil Hera must have picked her up in his arms, and then threw her to the ground, she hit hard and now she hurts. And then Masha began to cry. Seryozha saw women cry only on TV. Masha did it sadly and beautifully. The idiot roared with her, quietly at first, then with a bellow, his whole body shaking. Masha was frightened, took out a candy from her purse and gave it to him. Unwrapping the candy, Seryozha consoled himself. At parting, Masha smiled and waved her hand.
Since then, the idiot Seryozha often met Masha in the yard. He must have met her before, but he just didn't remember. Now, when they met, the idiot roared happily, smiled and drooled. Masha also smiled, spoke affectionately to him, took him by the hand and gave him candy. The boys said about Masha that she was an old maid and ugly, but Seryozha did not believe them. But the mother noticed some changes in her son. When Seryozha thought about Masha, he drooled multi-colored, very beautiful, they stretched, stretched, turning into iridescent threads. And Seryozha, remembering Masha, laughed. Together with laughter, they jumped out of his mouth, poured sweets in rustling outlandish candy wrappers onto the floor. Mom guessed to pick up sweets, the taste of which turned out to be magical. Mom kept some of the ridiculed sweets for herself to feed her upset son or her girlfriends later, some she handed out on the street to boys, homeless people, old women from shops, a janitor and even a house manager. Mom got used to knitting things from threads. First scarves, then hats and vests. Things turned out cheerful, colorful, you will not find such in any store! Everyone who put on a hat knitted by Serezha's mother became a little smarter, who put on a vest became more beautiful, and who tied a scarf stopped getting sick. Mom gave some things, and sold some. Finally, they were able to buy a new TV and good boots for Seryozha. After all, his feet were always wet, even if it was dry outside.
Once Masha, on the advice of a neighbor, ordered a dress, a hat and socks from Serezha's mother. By that time, the neighbor herself had both a vest and a hat, and she seemed pleased. The dress and hat turned out to be so delightful that Serezha's mother thought about becoming a famous fashion designer. When Masha, having tried on new clothes, looked in the mirror, she froze, shocked, and then laughed: "Oh, thank you, Anna Matveevna! How much do I owe you ?!" This time, Serezha's mother simply did not dare to name the price ... In addition, Masha probably liked her son a lot. Seryozha smiled endlessly with that same quiet smile that mother had once pinned hopes on.
This is a gift, Mashenka! Wear to health!
Masha was so shocked that she didn't even argue. When she put on her socks, she felt a strange lightness in her whole body, as if she had become ten years younger:
You are a magician! - Masha was delighted, kissed Serezha's mother, Serezha himself and literally flew out of the apartment. Her feet hardly touched the floor.
Masha wanted to fly out into the street. She walked down the street with her new flying gait, in a rainbow dress and a wonderful hat. And all the men rushed after her, offering to immediately marry themselves, or at least become their mistress. And Hera, who had abandoned her once, quite by chance ended up on the street at that time. He rushed to her feet, suggesting that they immediately go to the dacha in Komarovo. But Masha was a little smarter now, because she had a magic hat on her head. Rejecting the proposal of Hera and all other proposals, she began to wait for the only prince.
And Seryozha, in between football matches, thought about Masha. I didn’t dream about her, but just thought how beautiful she was, and how pleased he was that she was!
From such thoughts of his or from a new outfit, Masha became even more prettier, grew wiser day by day and soon met the one she dreamed of. The fabulously wealthy prince was called Karl Svantoson, but Masha fell in love with him not because of money. The prince was kind, romantic and wonderful, and do not care that he was under fifty! Prince Karl took Masha with him. Mom was afraid that Serezha would be upset, but he was not upset, because he still thought about Masha in between football. In addition, Masha wrote letters to Serezha's mother and sent photographs, apparently, she guessed that Serezha and his mother played an important role in her fate.
Seryozha looked at the photographs, drooling even more iridescently. Here is Masha by the sea, here is with her husband in the yard, here is Masha with her daughter and son, the son's name is Serezha, what a coincidence! Over the years, Masha did not age. That is, in the photographs, she changed because the magic dresses and the hat were worn out. Masha was now buying the most expensive and fashionable things. But for an idiot, she remained the same. Seryozha himself did not age in an amazing way. The idiot can still be seen with the boys in the yard to this day. He chases the ball, rushes through the puddles, bellowing happily, and is not afraid to get his feet wet. The boots are now solid, German (Masha sent). He has not changed a bit, except that he has turned a little gray and changed his dream. Now Serezha dreams of becoming a prince.
As a child, I dreamed of growing up and becoming a doctor. And for this I had all the prerequisites: I had a Kolya doll, a torn heating pad, baby powder, an old enema, an awl, cotton wool, a bandage and a bottle of valerian.
All this I used day and night for Kolya and Kolya's plastic ass.
I gave Kolya injections with an awl, bandaged him with a bandage in all unexpected places, treated his teeth (with the same awl) and put fillings from water and powder, only Kolya had no teeth, and I ripped open his mouthhole hole.
Nothing, every doctor has his own graveyard.
Then Kolya suddenly died. I mean, right here at all. And it was no longer subject to treatment, because it was a single lacerated wound wrapped in bandages.
And I decided to become a salesperson.
I had toy scales, weights made of stones, money made from burdock, and a red cap that could pass for the white cap of a Soviet cashier.
I also had a ladle and a saucepan. With the help of these two devices and water from a puddle - I cooked soup from mud and shit, and sold it in the yard for the price of five burdocks per serving.
Then someone stole a ladle from me, and the business went bust.
So I decided to become a teacher.
I had an old brown plywood suitcase that you could write on: "September 21. Cool work." There was nothing more to fit on the suitcase, but that was enough. My friends unanimously assured me that I was a real teacher. And my face is quite nasty. And I also know Russian well, and I have a red pen to underline mistakes, and write in notebooks: "This is some kind of shit, not Classwork. 2"
But the pen ran out of ink, and I didn't have a second red pen. I lost my credibility and my dream of becoming a teacher.
And she decided to become a singer. To do this, even through intrigues and hellish setups, I crawled into the soloists of the school ensemble. And for three months she sang a song about "You are a sailor, I am a sailor." Exactly until December 27, when a teacher's corporate party happened at the school, at which we were asked to speak.
After that corporate party, the teachers hastily disbanded our ensemble, and affectionately ordered us to keep quiet about what they saw. And they gave a bribe: a can of ham from humanitarian aid.
For ham, of course, I was silent. Until today even.
And then, after our trio of bandurists was dismissed, I decided to try my luck at the culinary college.
But they didn't take me there. They said that I have a lot of acne and it's annoying. How can I let food with such epidersia? And if in the process of preparing a festive Easter cake, a pimple falls off and falls into the dough? What a sin and unsanitary conditions!
So I didn't become a cook.
And I didn't become a doctor.
And the seller of me has always been a bad one.
And I'm only a singer at the level of karaoke, and when everyone around is drunk.
But I never wanted to be a writer and never even planned to.
Looks like someone upstairs has plans for us. Sometimes very unpredictable.
