The biography of Igor Trifa

Where did you study, how did you study? After the fifth grade, we chose one of the directions - humanitarian, physical, mathematical. I chose a mathematical class, but soon it was a year - my parents sent me to study abroad to Austria. My father worked there as a builder. But my mother gave birth to me at my grandmother, in Moldova. Before moving to Moscow, we lived in Nizhnevartovsk, and in Tyumen, and in Surgut.

In the nyagan, I remember, in the kindergarten I was exactly one day. They tried to send me there, I went, but on the first day I was doused with hot soup, and I flatly refused to go there again. Therefore, most of the time I spent with my grandmother in Moldova, in the Balti. I remember how my father gave a very beautiful birthday cake when I was 4 years old. I still see him before my eyes.

I remember how my mother and I were sleeping in a ceramic bath, wrapped in blankets when we just moved to the city, there was still no furniture in the apartment. I remember how I had a piece of iron on the street when I rode on a sled - homemade metal plates, and I had the first scar. I remember how sometimes we went with my father to his UAZ, for me it was the greatest happiness.

It seems that the school you studied in which you studied is quite good ... - I was sent there, to be honest ... Let's tell you all in order. I was an excellent student in Moscow, the first four I had in the Russian language just in the sixth grade. But my behavior was not very good. I seriously fought for justice, always intervened in all sorts of stories, and it fell me.

The school was considered quite serious. We had a harshly followed discipline. My diary was already completely painted on Tuesday. Honestly, my mother could not cope with me, I left the house when I wanted, came when I wanted to. I had friends much older than me-five to six years. Together we walked with dogs until three in the morning. Mom was worried, worried.

Father just at that time began his banking activities. Together with his partner, he dangled around Russia, opening the branches of his first bank. When a person has very little free time, he does not notice how his child grows. I remember how in the summer of the year my father and mother were in Vienna, we went to some kind of store, and I saw there either pencils, or felt-tip pens, there were probably 50 pieces in one set.

I say, dad, listen, I need to buy them for school. And he says: you don’t need to buy anything for the school, you will study here. And then I realized that I was in Vienna. I can’t say that I didn’t want to, because everything was very interesting to me, I was abroad for the first time, everything was colorful, bright to the eye, to the touch, everything was new. My father rented an apartment where I lived with my mother.

But my mother often went to Moscow, and therefore, already at the age of 11, I was left alone at home, I never had any problems, I can always find what to do with myself. Firstly, it was a Catholic school. My father asked his friends to arrange me in a good school, they took and issued me to a good school - Catholic. Every morning we prayed. Discipline was even stricter than in a Moscow school, it was all percent.

I was probably one of the first Russians there. They called me a communist. And all other incomprehensible names, but I knew that these were unpleasant abusive words. And I, like a hot Russian guy, answered all this business with fights. After two weeks, I already had two comments, and after the third they drove out of school. In fact, my struggle was quite justified.

How could I endure when they spat on my briefcase? .. I learned my tongue, thank God, and then I could stand up for myself and stand it in German, if necessary. But there were good guys in our school, even now I remember their faces. I received a third remark, I was not kicked out, but they asked me not to return for the next year. It was even good for me, because I just could not stand this school.

And in the new academic year I was sent to Switzerland. In the city of GSTATE, Canton Bern, about two hours by car from Geneva and an hour and a half from Bern. This is the German -speaking part. The Swiss German is very different from the classic German, these are two completely different languages. A person who speaks German may sometimes not understand the Swiss dialect at all.

In Switzerland, I entered an international school with an American area of ​​study. Everything was in English there. Before going to this school, I studied my tongue in England. There was also the strictest discipline, everything was scheduled for points. We did not solve anything, our day was completely regulated by the school administration. We got up at seven.

Up to without a quarter eight, each had his own work-someone sweeping the street, someone washed the car, someone vacuumed, someone placed books. They stood on you and said: you will either work now, or collect your things and fall from here on all four sides. I swept the street at one time. Then I washed the cars. Honestly, I was happy to sweep the street - fresh air, you immediately wake up.After this work, we had breakfast at 8 o’clock.

It ended in it lasted until fifteen eight, at 8 we had dinner, then at 8. We really lacked the time. We were looking forward to the holidays and Fridays. Because on Fridays we were given pocket money. I studied there for four years. GSTAT is a small town, about one and a half thousand people, one of the most famous resorts not only in Switzerland, but also in the world.

The British, Americans love to come there. The city is very beautiful, but insanely boring. He himself was a despot, of course, we certainly did not have democracy. And the teachers were not bad. Mostly middle -aged - years, the school taught subjects, for example, political history, sociology, psychology, which are usually studied at the institute. I can say that in Austria I could not go to mathematics, the teacher in algebra and geometry adored me, because everything that they went there was just a duty task for me.

In Moscow, I had a very serious teacher in mathematics, he had an orange nickname because he was red with a red beard. As his name, unfortunately, I do not remember, but he very much set us mathematics. What else can I say about this school? She gave me primarily independence. The school, by the way, was very expensive. For a couple of years, she even entered the Guinnes record book at the cost of training.

As they say, the East is a delicate matter. The guys who lived with me in the same room prayed five times a day, and I am nearby-do not understand, either Russian, or a Jew, or someone else. Acquaintance with the new concepts of a new culture for you is opened by the world, which, perhaps, you have not yet guessed. I learned to respect people who are not like themselves, I realized that they have the same right to their customs, traditions, tribal memory, as I have for their own.

The Swiss school give specific things that will come in handy in life. We had physics once a week, chemistry we took place only half a time. I don’t remember when I was the last time I thought about physics or chemistry, to be honest. You live with them every day, but it is not necessary to remember all the formulas. This school is a complete boarding house. In Russia, they also began to appear.

Education in this school costs frantic money, I think that money is unjustified. In my opinion, children at the age of 11 should be next to their parents. Father was worried that I was alone.