Chapter 1
This day was the most ordinary day of an average student. Because absolutely all students have only a couple of thoughts in their heads (especially if he is a guy): a.) Pass as many exams as possible and preferably remain debt-free b.) How not to go to classes, too lazy to go c.) Have time to work, because who will pay for the apartment (rented) d.) How not to go to classes, too lazy to go. In most cases, it all comes down to the fact that you have to survive and you have to yourself, so we have all always been told by parents, grandparents, mothers, fathers and others.
But, what if you are the same student, studying like everyone else on full-time education, but at the same time on a budget, living fifteen kilometers from the city, and at the same time being close to the dense and stirring your imagination forest in western Siberia ... and at the same time working not the best job (albeit together with his family). Yes, in his current circumstances he is no different from his peers. The name of this guy is Rigland Evrentievich, and with all and so not with a common name among the average Vanek, Sanek, Vityok and others man is quite shy in communication, although a couple of years ago it was different. Making friends was not always easy for him, but at the moment he was more of a loner than a team player in this or that group of people, preferring to work on his own, to learn and develop, preferring to understand or study a person better so that he could understand if he could do any business with him. But at the moment, he was just getting ready to come to his first pair after a rather warm and pleasant to remember summer vacation, his first and last school vacation. But there’s no need to be sad, he has to get up, albeit grudgingly.
Getting out of bed Ringland went straight down the stairs from the second floor. The stairs looked new, but the creaking of the steps made it clear that they were 25 years old, since they had been moved after the purchase of the house. The house itself was quite cozy and comfortable in spite of its age, it was not like any of our familiar half collapsing, shrivelled one-storey houses of the 19th century or the USSR era. Two-story house brick on the first, wooden on the second covered yellowed and grayed from time siding. In such a seemingly old house, unlike other houses of this type, there were two toilets, one on the ground floor, the other on the second floor, two shower stalls and one jacuzzi not of the newest quality, but the fact of its location said a lot about the owners, and this, not counting the piles of 11 rooms, not including a separate bath in the summer room and a separate winter garden. As I wrote above now our hero went down to the first floor. Cheerful, ready for a new day and the first day of study at the university, he runs with disheveled hair into the kitchen.
This is roughly how each day begins. It can be as quick or as short as the day begins or ends, depending on how the day begins. This Monday was going to be a busy one, for in addition to his studies Rigland had the other duty of working for the family in this very house. You may say, “It’s as plain as daylight,” but it is part of the daily life of almost every man, every man, and especially of a student.
Sitting down on a chair, Rigland began to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead, and he knew that he would have to work about twelve hours of total time before he could get home, a thought that was a burden, but it was a burden to think about what he could do to make the day go by. Already in his head he began to think about how he would distribute his day: at eight thirty he would study, at fourteen forty-five he would finish, after that he would take a trolleybus or a bus an hour later, from time to time
he would have to visit his mother’s work, and all this in his head began to go from time to time, until he was distracted from his thoughts by his grandmother.
-What are you thinking about? -said the grandmother with sincere kindness.
-I-I-I don’t mean anything, just my own-” Rigland answered her.
-You seem to be thinking about this day ending sooner rather than later, don’t you? -His grandmother asked him.
- No, why would I? -I’m just thinking about my own stuff.
-Yes, of course, I’ve known you since you were born, and I’ll tell you more, I can read you as clearly as I can read a book opened in front of me, and believe me, it gives me better than reading real books without my glasses. -answered his grandmother.
-Really? -What was I thinking before you asked? -Rigland asked with raised eyebrows.
-Well, judging by the fact that you packed not only your textbooks this morning, but also some kind of uniform, not typical for gym class or anything like that.
-Yeah, we talked about that at dinner last night, didn’t we? Did you forget?
-Oh... Right, I totally forgot with all the cats and the dog.
-Yes, sometimes it seems to me that you only think of that, and also of our house- answered Rigland.
-Yeah, and it seems like only yesterday I was living far away from here, like, before, with my parents, wondering to university, to my first job, just like you are now, You don’t even realize what an important stage of your life, your formation as an adult, and believe me, when you finish studying, you’ll be able to get into a rhythm that you’re not used to, so believe me, being a student is first of all about learning how to live, learning how to work on your own life, learning how to work on your own life, and of course working on yourself and learning how to manage your time.-Grandma finished her monologue
-Yeah, that’s what stresses me out, but still, thank you grandma.
-Yes it’s not conceived, remember, someday you’re going to have all the really grown up stuff to do too, like working late, providing for your family and things like that, so have fun while you can.
-Well, you’ve made my day a lot better, at least I realize things aren’t so bad for me- Rigland replied with a sarcastic smile.
-That’s a good girl, now sit down to eat before mom comes to the table.
-Yeah, sure, Grandma.
And while our hero tasted porridge (this time millet), tasting its delicate and sweetish taste, catching the pleasure of it, catching it with every receptor of his tongue, until his mother came, thus realizing that now without a serious conversation will not do.
-Hi mom, how did you sleep? -Rigland asked with genuine interest.
-Normal at least, I’m much less worried about you now than I was before the exams,” his mom told him.
-I’m glad to hear that mom at least now I won’t have to hear that talk about my future so often.
-I wouldn’t count on it if I were you,” replied his mother, with a little irritation.
-Mom, you know I said that as a joke, right?
-Yeah, but your jokes are either inappropriate or so stupid you can’t tell if you’re joking or if you’re being serious
-Sorry mom, I’m not very good at jokes.
-Well, not everyone can do it, maybe in time you can.
-Still, you want to talk about my future again, don’t you? -Rigland asked with a questioning look.
-Believe me, if you were a stranger to me, I wouldn’t ask you this, but I’m your mom, and you’re responsibly my son, and I’ll always think of you, whatever you think, and no matter how you feel about it, even if you hate me, I’ll do anything for the sake of your better future.
-Mom, I think you’re overreacting a lot,” Rigland told her.
-I’m sorry, Rigg, that’s the way I communicate: direct. But let’s talk about it, and you really want to do these things, or you on points did not manage to pass on other directions, I understand programmers are needed everywhere, but it is a constant work with numbers and code, and you this except for the lessons of informatics nowhere it was not engaged, and that you hardly managed to score the necessary points in informatics, I. I’m still in shock at how you managed to pass with those scores on the budget.
-Honestly, Mom, I thought you were gonna kill me too, God forbid I didn’t get enough points to get in, and I didn’t want to upset you.
-Oh... you understand me that first of all, you have to do it for yourself, not for me, it’s your future, I’ve
already chosen mine. - Mom explained to him.
-I realize that, believe me, when I told you I was going to be a chemist.
-Yes, especially if you want to work abroad, and believe me there....
-I know that, Mom, we’ve been talking about it for three months now,” he interrupted his mother Rigland sharply.
-I understand, but I just want to make sure that you made the right choice, so that you don’t feel bad about it later, and God forbid you blame me for your choice. -His mother replied, a little saddened.
-Of course, I’ll study there, you’ll see. -You’ll see.
-Ah, I really hope so, Rigland, I really hope so. I hope everything goes well for you,” his mother told him tearfully.
-Of course, mom, you just don’t cry, because I myself want to cry at the sight of you so much- answered, pressing his mother to himself, as well as his grandmother.
That was the end of their conversation, and then they drove their SUV on the main highway out of the village, without his grandmother. But at that interval, where the forest separated the village from the road of general use, so to speak, it always seemed to him that the forest, if not dangerous, certainly looked a little gloomy, stirring the imagination of the guy so that he would have long ago walked there, would have studied it along and across just to find out everything that it hides in itself, so he thought. But it was his village forest that had beckoned to him since his childhood, though he himself could not understand what or who beckoned him there.
