Programist book 1. day 1

The first day. Hello, Little Owl!

As I wanted, I woke up in Ikarus 256 from the unbearable heat. The unforgettable scent of SUMMER filled the stuffy cabin! Nature was rampant outside the windows: birds were singing, pine trees in the distant forest stretched to the dazzling blue sky.

Glasses on his nose, phone in place, his favorite game also hasn't gone away and started. Recursion of a kind! The calendar on the phone miraculously did not reset and showed Sunday, July tenth, 1988. Then I walked around the cabin, looking at it, and in the cabin I found Cosmos cigarettes... but I didn't take them because I quit smoking a year ago. And I'm not a kleptomaniac, unlike an unscrupulous Pioneer. What if he's the only one who's not destined to see the driver? I finally got off the bus. Fields spread out in front of me, a road ran through them into the distance, a power line ran across it, and a slightly bluish forest wall could be seen on the horizon. Everything is exactly the same as in the game and how I fell in love.

I walked around the bus and found myself face to face with a brick fence. It was to be expected that the camp started from the gate, like a theater from a hanger. Just the sight of them made me remember my childhood, my initiation into the pioneers, and my trip to the camp!.. And how many wonderful stories began in this place! A warm lump seemed to form in my chest — a kind memory of a carefree past and the expectation of a bright future ... even anticipation, although spoiled by the fact that I did not come to visit. But where did he end up instead!

I smiled stupidly, stretched out my hand and felt the cold metal under my fingers. He pointedly felt the relief inscriptions "Pioneer" and "camp". I looked into the carved star (although it's not good to peek!). The name of the camp with magic dots above the "e" on the spot! And the plaster statues of the bugler pioneers stood at attention where they should have been. Dreams come true, and how is that...

"...good!.." I whispered, taking a deep breath of clean air into my chest.

A beautiful girl with magnificent wheat-colored braids slipped out from behind the gate. Of course, in a pioneer form.

"Hi! You're new, aren't you?" Slavya asked.

Of course, I shouldn't have talked about being a guest from the future, so I played along:

"Yes, I'm Misha, I just arrived, and who are you?"

"I'm a Slavyana, but everyone calls me Slavya, and you call me! Glad to meet you!"

"I'm glad to meet you too!" I replied in the same tone. Everything came out simply to the point of outrage, no effort was needed to respond. Is it the same at home...

"You need to see the counselor, Olga Dmitrievna. Can I tell you how to go?"

"Thanks, I'll find it myself."

"Okay, but I have to go to the beach to look after the kids. Bye!"

"Bye, Slavia, see you later!"

You might think that I've already softened up, and my credo for the week is not to interfere in anything.... But do not rush to accuse laziness and unwillingness to change anything! I walked into the camp with my back straight and a confident smile and almost immediately saw a building with the inscription "Clubs". The abode of cybernetics is what you need! But as soon as I got closer, Lena slipped out. I wonder why she was there.

"Hi," I nodded modestly and went into the clubs. Inside, I was greeted by two blond guys who looked like hell like famous movie characters.... However, they didn't quite meet. The guys were so busy fiddling with some kind of mechanism that they didn't even hear me enter. And here young minds can be understood: he is just as absent-minded. I had to cough delicately.

"Hello. What's your name? We don't seem to know each other," Shurik said seriously.

"Hi, I just got here. My name is Mikhail, but it can be simpler — Misha."

"Alexander, but you can just be a Shurik," the cyberneticist smiled gently, giving a handshake.

"And I'm Sergey, you can just call me Seryozha. Also known as an Electronica Player or a Cheesy Tooth," the second guy winked conspiratorially, also extending his hand.

"What are you doing here, huh?"

"Oh, we have a very interesting project!" Shurik answered proudly. "But for the uninitiated— it's a secret!"

"Don't tease, I can see that it's a robot," I grinned. "What processor, what element base?"

"The processor is KR580VM80A, the RAM is K565RU1, and the ROM is K573RF4,— Shurik rattled out, as if testing me."

"Yes, this is the best processor in the USSR today! Yes, it's almost a complete analogue of the American Z80... however, congratulations, guys! RAM, however, is only four kilobits, it takes eight chips to get four kilobytes. But you won't be lost with a reprogrammable ROM with UV erasure! It's a great thing, and most importantly, it's reusable! I said confidently.

"Our man!" Shurik approved. "Maybe you should join the club, since you're such an expert?"

"Of course, I will join! I know the assembler for this processor and I can write you a program to control this robot. I stayed true to my profession, knowing that you definitely won't get bored. In my memory, few of the local guests were friends with cybernetics, and therefore I now faced an equally important sub-task. You're a godsend! We just needed a programmer! — The Electronics engineer was delighted.

"But I'm asking for this..." I smiled slyly, grabbing the bull by the horns. "Teach me how to solder circuits."

"No question, of course, we'll teach you!"

"Also, can I ask you a question? The girl has left your place now, why did she come? If it's not a secret, of course."

"No secrets! This is Lena, she took a whetstone, said that she needed to sharpen a penknife, fix pencils. She's an artist!"

"Lena's an artist, of course, but she doesn't have a penknife at all," I thought, and said out loud:

"Oh, I see, well, bye then. I have to see the counselor now, but I'll come by tonight."

We said goodbye warmly, and soon I wandered across the square to the alleys, wondering where Olga Dmitrievna lived. The scorching sun and the equally hot jacket, which I had absent-mindedly not taken off, made me relax... so I gaped and received a decent slap on the shoulder. Of course, from the militant Alice: with a shirt tied in a knot on her chest, revealing her abs, and with a tie tied on her arm like a wristband. She looks like a rebel, don't you think?

"Hey, what are you doing, beautiful?" I greeted him fearlessly.

"Nothing," she frowned, "and who are you? Is he new?"

"Yes, I'm Misha."

"And I'm Alice." A menacing look, which I easily withstood. "I'll see you later."

"Nice to meet you, Alice!"

Alice blushed for some reason and ran away. I didn't think she'd be so easily embarrassed!

I wasn't in a hurry, so I was walking rather than looking for the right house. Although it was hard not to notice the counselor's palace. And how about without educational conversations:

"And stop bullying Lena! Have respect for your comrades!"

Ulyana jumped out of the house and ran away laughing. Lena, who was embarrassed at the sight of me, didn't linger either. Now I had to be an exemplary pioneer for a while... very much of the Komsomol, if not the party age. But since no one shied away from an adult man, it means that I am young and do not arouse suspicion. He knocked politely and entered. The counselor was as majestic and formidable as she should be-she definitely wouldn't dismiss the children!

"Hello, my name is Misha Petrov."

"Hello, Misha! I am Olga Dmitrievna, the leader of the first squad. We've been waiting for you for a long time! I spoke to your parents recently, and they sent their regards."

"Can I call them? I asked, expecting a refusal...."

"No. The phone is in the administration, you can't call the pioneers on it."

Look at you! But it's logical. I've been looking for a year, but it's useless to ask about the exact location of the camp. However, even a three-year-old will understand that he is in the Volga region: the mighty river and the local forests speak for themselves.

"And what is our daily routine?"

"The daily schedule can be viewed at the booth at the entrance to the dining room."

"Got it, thanks! And where will I live?"

"I'll check with the administration, we'll decide by the evening. You can leave your things here, and take a walk around the camp before dinner."

Olga hurried about her counselor's business and left me alone. I made sure that no Seeds were expected, and therefore I could safely settle down and take off only my jacket. In the mirror on the closet, I saw my seventeen-year-old self, grinned and went for a walk, as ordered.

The Electronics guy was already trampling on the street, realizing that I wouldn't have had time to run far. And, of course, a new friend wanted to show me the local beauties and sights. The first thing we did was go to the square. Here, this is the square, the center of our camp! This is a monument to Genda, an outstanding figure and scientist! The Electronics were singing like a nightingale. I held my tongue — there were so many versions about this friend on the Internet....

We saw Lena on the bench with a book. "And this is Lena! Hi, Lena, this is Misha!"

"Hello, Len!"

"Hello," Lena whispered, blushing and burying her face back in her book. I even feel sorry for her, they pull so much.... So we reached the dining room.

"Do you eat organic food in this building?" I was joking about the classics.

"Yes, that's about it...."

Alice stood on the porch of the dining room and looked at us unkindly.

"And this is Alice Dvachevskaya, the thunderstorm of our camp! Never call..."

His language will bring him to Kiev, although he seems to be a smart guy! We must save them.

"Wait, I've already met Alice! Let's see the daily routine?"

"It's taking a long time, but I have to go to the club!" Sergei drawled uncertainly.

I realized that he was just afraid to approach Dvachevskaya, so I answered:

"I see, then I'll see for myself. Can you tell me finally where the warehouse is located?"

"He's right around the corner."

"Bye then, see you soon!" I replied, and the Electronics guy ran away, and I went to the booth at the entrance to the dining room.

"Alice, hello again! Well, see you again!" I gave it out and started studying the daily routine. However, we have an interesting schedule!

"Well, hello again, Mish," Alice replied in the same tone. After reviewing the regime, I went where it was indicated and saw some kind of inconspicuous barn.

"This seems to be the warehouse," I thought, and went to the door. It was open. It was expected that Slavyana was working there: rearranging laundry, rummaging through some drawers...

"Slavia, will you give me a uniform?"

"It's strange that you don't have anything with you. Did you come from the north too?" She asked.

"It's a medium streak, but I'm very absent-minded," I smiled. It's true that I didn't know how to do everyday life very well and didn't like it. Working with your head is much more interesting!

Slava was quite satisfied with my answer, so she soon found a pioneer uniform and gave it to me.

"You're not going to watch me change, are you?" I teased.

She giggled and went somewhere into the depths of the warehouse, and I quickly put on my uniform. Wow, that's it! It's like it was specially made for me. Due to my inexperience, I couldn't properly tie a tie around my neck.

"Slavya, come here, please! I need help."

"Yes, Mish, what happened?"

"Teach me how to tie a tie, please!"

"Oh, you onion mountain! Look, it's just being done."

And she showed me how to tie it.

"Thank you, Slavya, and goodbye!"

Goodbye, Misha!

As if on cue, the bugle sounded for dinner, and I hurried home to throw off my things, and then to the dining room. And from the square, I saw a crowd grow outside the door! I only joined the tail of the queue, and the traffic jam was dissipating for so long that Olga Dmitrievna only had to sit me down next to Ulyana.

I picked at my plate listlessly, and when I turned my head to see Olga Dmitrievna chastising Alice for her uniform, some of the neighbors robbed me.

"Ulyan, did you steal the cutlet?" I narrowed my eyes. "Don't anger the hungry pioneer."

"You don't click your beak in a big family! I gaped and there was no cutlet!" The girl giggled, pulling the plate away from me as well. "Be patient, starving Volga region."

Amazing audacity! But I just shook my head — there was no escape, since the depressing nonsense from the game's script remained. Yes, Ulya is just a child, but such permissiveness...

Meanwhile, the girl ran to get a new cutlet and, as expected, put some kind of insect in the plate. As soon as I glared at her, she burst out laughing and ran away. I didn't pretend to be an omnivorous survivalist, or even a sprinter now, so I just took the cold food back to the distribution.

Of course, I was more interested in going to the clubs than running around the camp, so I hurried there. Shurik and the Electronics guy had already eaten and were just waiting for me. They provided all the necessary information on how to control the robot and explained what they wanted to achieve from it. Nothing complicated — the robot should be able to move its arms and legs, turn its head.

I asked for a notebook and sat down to write down the program, as taught at the institute. I knew my job, the process was easy, but there was no fresh air.

"Guys, it's stuffy here. Can you air it out?"

"What's the use? The workers have overlooked it, poor ventilation," Shurik complained.

"It's an outrage! Then get some air yourself." I took a notebook with a pen with me and went outside.

Since I hadn't really eaten, I decided to go to the bus stop, where I would wait for Glory and admire the sunset. Judging by the daily routine that coincided with the game, it was not worth waiting for the evening lineup, and there was free time before lights out. Well, then you can work on the program. How would it be more convenient to sit down...

The outdoor work was just as good, but the sun went down behind the forest pretty quickly. Writing code in the dark is a dubious pleasure, so I wanted to walk along the endless road and relax. The same picturesque view in all directions, from which you can not take your eyes off, the same magnificent air, full of aromas of herbs....

And there were no less interesting things underfoot: beetles furrowed the moss along the road, hardworking ants hurried somewhere down the slope... and how could there be no concert of crickets!

"Do you like it?" Slavya asked me softly from behind my back.

"Unbelievable!" I confessed. "What, you're going around the camp, it's time to close?"