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I was 12 years old at the time, and I couldn't remember who was on the screen or 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 it.”
I just turned 11. Then I really liked to watch Parfenov, and he just finished the series of programs “The Other Day” about 91-99. I remember being surprised at the time that he had already summed up the year 99, even though it was still about a week away. My dad told me that it was unlikely that anything significant would happen again. On December 31, I had a triumphant look=)
I was very young that year, but that didn't stop me from sharing my joy with many people in our country. Honestly, despite my 12 years, I felt happy feelings – my family, to put it mildly, did not like the old drunk very much. After I was appointed acting president, I hoped that Yeltsin's successor would lose the next presidential election. Because you don't expect anything good from a person who was appointed by the first president…
In general at 12 still believe in miracles)
I was overwhelmed by a storm of emotions at that moment.
His decision was ill-timed. His rosy-cheeked drive mixed with alcohol
he gave us freedom and publicity. He was criticized, but he did not take offense, did not close the critical objects.
I hope that at the end of this year, on the night of January 1, our beloved president will say: “Enough”
And go off into the sunset.
I was inexcusably young, only a few days later I was supposed to turn 5 years old. At this age, many concepts are mixed up. This is what happened to me: Santa Claus and the president in my head represented 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 celebration. Only the presents under the tree the next day brought me back to life.
I was 17. As usual, on New Year's Eve, I watched the president's address together with my parents. Of course, the words about the resignation caused great surprise. But now I can hardly remember exactly what I was thinking at that moment. I remember only the phrase of our history teacher after the New Year holidays that Putin (then acting president) is a “dark horse” for her and we will still suffer with him…
I was 14, I was in the 9th grade, Yeltsin already seemed exhausted, drunk, it was hard to look at him. At that very moment, it was kind of strange. But then they gave out this vile Chekist face, who promised the destruction of at least those freedoms that Yeltsin guaranteed. It was clear that he had come to “restore order”, “strengthen security”. The law teacher did a great job, she didn't say anything directly at that time, but the phrase “Those who are willing to sacrifice their vital freedom for a small fraction of temporary security are not worthy of either freedom or security and will soon lose both.” I said it rather sadly and it became clear that we, at least, changed the awl to soap. As it turned out later – not on soap, but on toxic soap.
Judging by the answers, many people 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 was already congratulating the Russians. That is, by the time the chimes struck, many people already knew about their resignation. Only those who didn't follow the news at all that day didn't know.
I was 10 years old at the time, but I remember the day's appeal very well. The family was surprised and spent the rest of the day discussing the resignation. I remember my grandmother's calls to her friends. To the usual congratulations added “Did you hear? Have you heard it yet?”. By the way, everyone liked Putin. That was the time.
I remember that day. In the afternoon, I heard the news and was delighted with the beauty of such a move. A PR genius. This is the only time in the history of Russia when the ruler APOLOGIZED to the people. Worthy of respect.
Everyone hated him by then. It was very beautiful. The main performance of that time. Power, not like the current “blue thieves”.
I remember that moment very well. The whole country diligently prepared olivier salads, 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 Christmas tree, sounded “I'm tired, I'm leaving.” This new president looked very cheerful and winning against the background of Yeltsin's drunken ruin, and I immediately liked him — though not for long, for about forty minutes. Until I looked up from my salad and thought, ” stop, stop, stop, who is this guy anyway? where is he from?”
It turned out to be from there.
On New Year's Eve 2000, I was 5 years old. My parents and I celebrated at the recreation center in a small house. There was a TV in it, about 40×40 centimeters, there was terrible interference, because the TV antenna caught very poorly on this base. The only thing I remember back then was the phrase ” I'm resigning.” At that moment, something happened in my highly educated head… nothing. But the parents gasped. All. Then everyone was drinking and celebrating. A person left and left, then there will be a new one-everyone thought.
I was 9 years old when it happened. My cousin and I were constantly mimicking him, imitating his voice. So much so that I was a little upset and surprised. Besides, I just didn't understand what it meant. Then, my mother told me that we will choose the president, but I can't, because I'm small.
I was disgustingly young at the time, 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-pass” appeared later😎
At that time, I was” drowning “for Primakov and his ” Fatherland – All Russia”. Therefore, the news about the virtually peremptory transfer of power in the first minutes discouraged me. I even started to reread the article about the American model of democracy and elections out of grief.
Nevertheless, since Putin, in contrast to Yeltsin, made a rather pleasant impression on me at that time, my discouragement eventually gave way to emotional elation =)
I was in the 11th grade. I remember going 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 remember only the words of one of the passengers:”Thank God!” I seem to have had similar feelings.
We were just married, young and poor. We met NG in a large youth company. There were burgers, mashed potatoes, and oliviers on the table. No one expected such a turn. We were just stunned by this news! And one of my friends said: What a gift! It was very unexpected and joyful.
I was 8 years old. I remember the news at 15: 00 (Ural time). And then instead of the news 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…
One of the biographies of the first president of Russia is called “From dawn to Dusk”. The book, written from the memoirs of former security chief Boris Yeltsin, stood in my parents ' library in Nadym at about eye level with the child.
I don't know what the publisher was thinking when they published a book about the president with this title, but I, who have had a good visual memory and visual thinking since childhood, only learned a few years ago 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 to fall asleep alone, turned on the TV. A movie starts on STS, I can already read it freely and recognize the familiar title in the credits, an association arises in my head — Yeltsin, it will be a film based on a book, like ” Munghausen “or” The Three Musketeers”, novels about which are also in our closet.
My president escapes from prison, my president fights the mafia, my president crosses the border illegally, my president fights 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 had a hard time in this life.
(not mine)
At that time, I was only 5 years old. And as my mother told me, I cried when I heard him talk about leaving. I still don't understand why there was such a reaction.
I was 5 years old. The reaction is: “As soon as I remember that our president is Yeltsin, he resigned. And who will be next? His son?”
It turned out not quite.
I was 25. I came home with my two-year-old daughter in my arms, we were all covered in snow. At that moment, on TV, Yeltsin was talking about his resignation and his wet-ass-like successor. I was filled with a mixture of horror, despair, and at the same time a faint hope that everything could still be changed. Unfortunately, it didn't work out.
I swore very obscenely, because I understood the true meaning of his words – ” I messed up everything here, broke it and let it go to the wind. You can deal with it now, if you want. I had a lot of fun, and I don't care about anything else.” And I also thought – I should have voted for Zyuganov – at least there would not have been that feeling when they spat in your soul. And so… what did you want from a drunken foreman? This is what was supposed to happen.
As I remember now, my father and I went to buy a Christmas tree. We spent a long time choosing it, arguing, and when we decided to buy it, an unknown man in a beaver hat came up to us and said: “You don't know, but Yeltsin has resigned.” Then he 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. Last night, we listened to his televised address. There was no particular shock, but, of course, both the coming Millennium and the resignation of the president somehow merged for me and foreshadowed, if not the end of the world, then the end of ordinary life.
I felt both the pleasant pleasure of knowing that someone else would be president, and the disappointment of knowing who it was already.
The disappointment is not due to the fact that Putin is bad, I was 13 years old, and I still did not think in such categories, it's just a shame that there is no intrigue. And the pleasure is due to the fact that Yeltsin's physiognomy by that time managed to get quite tired.
I won't lie. At that moment, I was very happy. Yeltsin of that time was like Putin now. The constant sweetly endearing fawning of journalists, politicians and actors about Yeltsin at that time was simply disgusting. Yeltsin's departure gave hope for at least some positive changes. Unfortunately, not much has changed.
That year I studied in the 11th grade, with the boys celebrated the millennium at the “hut”, for the first time separately from my parents. The news was received calmly, no shock, no joy, no sadness because at that time we all did not care. The only thing that was interesting then was what would happen to computers at 12 o'clock in the morning, because many predicted the end of the world.
Something like the one at his funeral ceremony, where I just happened to be. The person left and everyone around you took it very emotionally, and you have nothing to do with it.
I was 12 years old. Of course, I didn't understand anything about politics at that time, but I was in deep shock. “How does it go away? (I've lived under his presidency all my adult life.) So what do we do now? Who will be next? Putin? Who is it? What is this small, “gray”, inconspicuous man? How are we going to live now?”
So much for an inconspicuous, gray man :)))
I was 12 years old. At that time, I thought that our president was a little strange compared to the presidents of other countries. Then I already remembered that the president had previously been re-elected with the phrase: “for whom, if not for Yeltsin?”. When I watched the New Year's address in 2000, I realized that something important and large-scale happened before my eyes, so cool that even the children in the yard will talk about it tomorrow. The only thing that bothered me was the question stuck in my head: “who, if not Yeltsin?”