Putin File

Full name: Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin (Russian Владимир Владимирович Путин), English (Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin)

Position: Prime Minister of Russia, Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the Russian-Belarusian Union

Height: 1.70 meters

University graduated from: Leninger University of Leeds

Major: Law

Education: PhD in Economics

Graduation Thesis: On the Most Favored Nation Principle in International Law

Thesis evaluation: Excellent

Graduation comments: Honest, disciplined, and highly responsible

Family: Wife Lyudmila, daughters Masha and Katya

Hobbies: Judo, Sambo wrestling, mountain skiing, swimming, equestrian, rafting

Expertise: proficient in German, proficient in driving various vehicles and helicopters, and excellent use of various firearms

Most respected Person: Peter the Great

Favorite writers: Chekhov, Dostoyevsky

Looking back at the time

◆Unforgettable Grand Courtyard

My home is in a large courtyard in Baskov Alley in the center of Leningrad. Our compound is adjacent to another compound. My childhood was spent in this courtyard.

My family lives in a five-story building in a compound. The house was given to us by the vehicle factory where my father worked. This building is very simple, with no hot water and no bathroom. The kitchen is very small and is shared. There are rusty iron railings on one side of the stairs. There are often many rats in the corridor. My children and I often use sticks to drive away mice. A thrilling "war of mice and men" that took place on this staircase is still etched deep in my memory like a knife. Once, I saw a huge mouse and chased it until it was cornered. The mouse was desperate and furious. It turned around suddenly and charged at me with all its strength. It all happened so suddenly, I was so scared. Next, it was the mice that chased me closely. I saw it quickly jumping over the steps and jumping into the corridor of my house in an instant. After all, I can run faster than this mouse. I pushed open the door to my house as quickly as possible and slammed it shut. In this way, I blocked the mouse from my door.

Before I went to elementary school, I could only play in our compound. My mother was worried when I played outside. She often leaned out of the window of my house and asked: "Volodya (President Putin's nickname), are you in the yard?" If I were in this yard, that would be fine. My parents watch me very closely, and I cannot leave the compound without their permission.

However, the outside world is too tempting for me. Sometimes I ignore this and sneak out of the compound.

When I was five or six years old, I walked quietly to a street near my home for the first time. This day is May Day. I looked around curiously. The streets were crowded with people, full of joy and bustle. I stared blankly at the joyous scene in front of me, and for some reason I started to feel a little scared.

The older I get, the bolder I become. One winter, I carried my parents on my back and took an electric train with a few friends to play in the countryside. After we got there, we got lost while walking and didn't know where we were. It was freezing cold, but luckily we brought matches, so we lit a bonfire. We had nothing to eat or drink, we were all frozen and starving. When we returned, we still took the electric train. When I got home, I was beaten several times. From then on, I never dared to go out alone.

◆The Restless Student

Childhood Putin I was born in October 1952, so I was almost 8 years old when I started school. In my family's photo album, I still have a photo of me when I was in school: I was wearing an old-style gray school uniform that looked like a military uniform, standing with a pot of flowers. I no longer remember why I brought a pot of flowers instead of a bouquet of flowers.

I don’t really want to go to school. I prefer to play with the children in our compound all day long, but I have to go into the school gate.

From first grade to eighth grade, I attended School 193. This school is in the alley where our family lives. It only takes me 7 minutes to get to the school. At first, I was almost always late for the first class, so I didn’t have time to get dressed properly in the winter. The reason was: getting dressed, running to school out of breath, and then taking off my clothes - it all took a lot of time. Later, in order to save time, I came up with a "cool trick": I simply didn't wear a coat and ran to school as fast as I could. From then on, I was able to sit at my desk on time.

I was a disobedient child. Needless to say, I did not follow the rules and regulations set by the school very much. A school is an organized group with clear codes of conduct and strict discipline. However, when a person who grew up in the mountains and forests first comes to such an organized and disciplined environment, he will definitely live according to the original rules. The school was like a guardrail pulled up around him. It was very uncomfortable to be trapped in the guardrail and restrained. So, I began to want to "move away" this "wall".

Such "freedom-loving" and restless behavior will naturally lead to the intervention of teachers. Naughty students don't like what teachers do, so they often want to show some resistance; such "freedom-loving" Conflicts between restless and naughty students are inevitable, so fights occur one after another.

◆I learned the truth after being beaten for the first time

This is where the group fights among the children in the courtyard started. When did I get beaten so violently that I had to fight back? I still remember it clearly: this was in the compound mentioned above that was adjacent to ours, that is, it was not on "my" territory.

The first time I was beaten, I felt very wronged. The guy who hit me looked like a skinny monkey. However, I soon realized that he was older than me and much stronger. For me, this incident was nothing more than a "big school" on the street. This "big school" taught me a very important lesson in the first class, and I learned an important and good lesson from it. I draw the following four conclusions from this lesson:

First, I was wrong. At that time, the child just said something to me, but I pushed him back so rudely that it could choke someone to death. In fact, it makes no sense for me to bully others like this. Therefore, I received the punishment I deserved on the spot.

Second, if the person standing in front of me was a tall and strong man, maybe I wouldn't be so rough with him. Because the kid looked so skinny at first glance, I felt it was OK to be wild with him. But when I suffered a lot, I realized that I couldn't do this. I understand that no matter who you are, you can't do this to anyone, and you should respect everyone. This is a very good lesson that really has "demonstration significance"!

Third, I understand that in any situation, no matter whether I am right or not, in order to fight back, I should be the strong one. But the kid didn't give me any hope of fighting back. There is no hope at all!

Fourth, I should always be prepared to fight back immediately if I am bullied. moment!

Generally speaking, when I fight, I don’t do anything reckless or excessive. However, I learned a truth from it: if you want to be the winner, then in any fight, you must grit your teeth and persevere to the end.

In addition, I am clearly aware that I cannot easily get involved in any conflicts unless it is absolutely necessary. But once something happens, we should consider that there is no way out, so we must fight to the end. In principle, this accepted code was later taught to me by the KGB, but I had already learned it by heart and mastered it well in many fights as a child.

Thereafter, the KGB taught me another rule: If you are not prepared to use force, you should not take up arms. You should not intimidate people at will. Only when you decide to shoot should you take out your pistol. Suppose you have a conflict with someone, but don't take up arms until you have finally decided, "I'm going to shoot now." This is what I did when I was a kid on the streets and sometimes needed to use my fists to clarify my relationships with my friends. Once you make up your mind to fight this fight, you have to stick to it until the end. In other words, if you don’t fight, you will win, if you fight, you will win!

When I was a child, fighting was common. Why? Anyway, it’s nothing more than the trivial things that children do. But I dare say we are not hooligans. We are just a bunch of naughty kids in a courtyard. None of us went from being a kid in a courtyard to becoming a criminal.

Of course, there are some ex-convict adults “around” us who do nothing and wander around all day long, but they have nothing to do with us children any more than we do with them.

By the way, we never carry any knives or iron fist gloves with us, and these two weapons are available to all the criminals with criminal records mentioned above. When we kids fought, the best we could do was push each other and use our fists. We have never used despicable or cruel methods.

◆Enjoy the warmth of family

Although my family situation is not good, my family always gives me as much warmth as possible. I grew up under the love and careful nurturing of my grandparents and parents.

My grandfather is a famous chef with superb skills and has unusual experiences. After World War I, he was invited to work in the town of Gork, a suburb of Moscow. Cooking for Lenin and his family who were living there at the time. After Lenin's death, my grandfather was transferred to one of Stalin's villas, where he worked for a long time. After retirement, he worked as a chef at the Ilinskoye rest home of the Moscow Municipal Committee for many years. When I was 12 years old, that is, before my grandfather passed away in 1965, I stayed at this rest home many times and spent many happy times with my grandfather and grandmother.

My father is a serious man and seems a little cold on the surface. But I know he loves me and cares about me. As for my mother, she is even more affectionate towards me and surrounds me everywhere. I know that I am her "only" (Putin's mother had given birth to two children before, but unfortunately they both died in infancy. When she was 41 years old, her mother gave birth to Putin. Therefore, Putin is called the "late child". The apple of my parents' eye). Apart from me, my mother has no other pursuits in her life. Every little thing reflects her love for me.

It should be said that I am luckier than many of my peers because I can personally feel the care and protection of my parents. This is crucial to me because it allows me to grow up healthily.

At that time, I saw families break up and disintegrate, many of which were caused by the male head's uncontrolled drinking. I witnessed this tragedy with my own eyes, first in our large compound with many residents, and then in the school.

Although life was difficult at that time, I never felt that I was born at the wrong time. In fact, our family is not the only one whose family is poor and struggling to make a living. Almost every family is like this. In Leningrad, most households live in public housing. Some living conditions are better and some are worse, but the living standards of each family are roughly the same. One year, I participated in voluntary labor in a construction team of the Komi Autonomous Communist Party. After I came back, I bought my first new coat. Before, I didn’t even have any decent clothes.

My home is my fortress. Arguably, this is my biggest advantage. Although I didn't realize this clearly at the time. Obviously, in the minds of my parents, the most precious thing is me. So, even if I say nothing verbally, just by looking around, I have every reason to believe that I have the best possible home environment. To me, this is very important, very important!

As early as when I was in elementary school, I thought that when I went to college in the future, I might not try my best to show off that my parents were both workers, and my mother even worked as a handyman (Putin’s father participated in the Great Patriotic War, and He was seriously injured in a battle and had one leg permanently disabled. After the war, he was demobilized and served as the foreman and secretary of the party branch of the workshop. His mother had no education and worked as a cleaner, picking up goods for a bakery at night. Washing test tubes for a laboratory and working as a janitor at a consignment store). I think if in my first year of college I could say that my father is a professor and my mother is even an associate professor, then I would certainly be happier. I don’t deliberately emphasize my parents’ jobs, but I have never been ashamed of their careers. I have always respected my parents and treated them kindly. I know clearly that everything I have is given to me by my parents. I also know clearly that as ordinary people, parents have tried their best. Everything they do is to make my life better. It is because of them that I can have a good start in life.

◆The first turning point in life

When I was in elementary school, my family had a clear hint: I must go to college in the future.

Maybe it was too early, and this matter had not yet been mentioned on the "agenda", so no one talked about it every day, and they did not discuss together which university I should apply for or what major I should study.

Going to college is the lowest standard that no one is willing to give up easily. Strictly speaking, my parents themselves probably don't know which university I should go to in the future, but one thing they are sure of is that I must receive higher education.

In the middle of the 10th grade, when I told my parents that I was going to take the college entrance examination, they naturally had no doubts. From then on, they grasped my study even more tightly.

I have been learning judo since I was 10 years old, and my coach has always been Rachlin. My coach was not impressed by my ambition to go to college, but instead urged me to apply for junior college. Specifically, the Higher Technical School Affiliated to the Leningrad Metal Works. At that time, I was practicing judo in the sports club of the factory. Coaches can easily transfer all their members to this school, thereby exempting them from military service.

In view of this, Rachlin made a special appointment with my parents and told them face to face that based on my grades, I could actually be recommended to the above-mentioned technical school without taking any exams. He also told my parents that this school is good and that giving up this great opportunity would be a huge fool. Taking the undergraduate examination is a kind of adventure. If I fail, I will have to join the army immediately.

After hearing what Rachlin said, my father was naturally a little tempted, and his original idea that I must take the college entrance examination was also somewhat shaken. So, he started doing my job too, asking me to do what Coach Rachlin said.

In this way, I fell into a "two-sided attack" situation: on the training ground, Rachlin persuaded me; when I got home, my parents suppressed me. Over and over again, they all told me to give up applying for college.

But I said, I just want to go to college, that's it...

"Then you have to be a soldier," people said in unison.

"There's nothing to fear," I replied firmly, "If you're a soldier, you're a soldier."

It goes without saying that military service would delay my induction into the KGB. But in general, this does not prevent me from realizing my planned plans. Delaying for a few years is certainly not a good thing. But in principle, this doesn't have much of an impact on me.

This is an important juncture in my life. It requires me to "go all in" and make a choice: either I do everything by myself now, decide everything by myself, and move towards the next new stage of life that I expect; or I give in, listen to others, and all my planned plans come to nothing.

This was the first turning point in my life.

As we all know, later on, I got admitted to the Law Department of Leningrad University, and my life entered a decisive new stage...

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