Strokes for my portrait

      I’m Rybakova Elena Alexandrovna was born on February 25, 1986 in the town of Harkov in the young family of vet- students. I don’t remember what the weather was that day, or if the sun shone brightly, or what quarter was Jupiter in etc., I think it isn’t specifically important. After the ending of vet institute and passing all kind of practical work, connected with my parents’ wandering around the open space of Soviet Union, they finally settled in the village Dachnoye, of Mariinskiy rayon Donetsk region. My mother – Rybakova Nataliya Alexandrovna – is a good specialist –vet(doctor). Every respectable dog in town Kyrahovo directly knows my mother’s name and patronymic. My brother – Dmitriy (younger than me) – student of Donetsk Polytechnic technical school. I won’t announce my medium mark, t. k. I can’t boast of especially nothing.

      In school I studied great and every last bell ring I was given some bit of paper, and sometimes even candies. The first experiment of manipulating of people – I was a monitor in class. My parents dream was - my following their footstep, but on that time I wasn’t to determine who I am – “technical” or “humanitarian”, but not a naturalist. One day mother guided me to show her institute – HZVI – there was a wonderful student town in the forest with own pools, zoo garden, there was clean and many flowers around… but it was late, because I have already bitten (keep my teeth) and repeated over and over again some of scientific pieces in DonNTU for three years. The department of Geodesy and Geo-information has become home for me for 5 years. There was everything –joy, joke, music, tear, awake runs with not credit laboratory works before exam, block up lectures in lecturing desk, calm, healthy sleep in the library, and favourite mush “Arthek” and unlike buckwheat mush and of course, stereocomparator. In a few words about enteriny institute. – “Where is Artema street 58? – terrible photo in 1.113 room ( who knew then this photo I have scared conductors for 5 years?) – passing documents (“geodesy” – is beautiful word) – ratings (thanks Skanavi) – my surname is above horizontal line between “B” and “P” (Yahoo) – “Hello the 7 hostel! I will made you cleaner” – meeting of “hens isn’t birds” in BNZ. And race, whirl, shake. Dear group IG-03 melt on my eyes, lose members after every session, only on 4 course we formed monolithic wad, which consist of 5 tenacious ladies who ready to die for diploma of bachelor.

      Every summery practice work was being passed with adventures, sometimes criminal. Our first professional experiment was born in the torment. If our results of measurement after processing wasn’t too exact, we had recourse to various magic conjuration and at the end of “prayers” an eraser almost was erased, calculator was red but statistic was becoming more correct. We could endure everything: heat downpour, squall, insects (maybe they was dangerous) to attract attention of people with various defection (than we understood we were given axes not without reason, and we could disregard it not only from insects). But everything go over, stay only scars and judicial registration.

      Hostel. It word absorbed into many things… All kind of hearsays and prejudices provided with hostel, but if we are feel bored, we can entertain ourself and neighborhoods – to ill of itch, to boil coffee to friend with remains of poor wretch cockroach, to go in Kievskoe ROVD as witness, and finally to keep own dog or cat and hamster to gladden neighbors. I promised describe my hamster Masha on my page imperceptibly and organically. Indeed the hostel show to us real us with coefficient of verisimilar equally 1. After the 4th course I took production practical on PB (private business) “Topograph”. After the ending practical work, I couldn’t separate from it for a long time and came there as “free visitor”. I can say that I can do something, and the rest will not difficulty to study for me.

About my bias (pernicious and very pernicious)

      You can see me with a book at the rest time. My favorite author is M.A. Bulgakov, V. S. Picul, Sergey Esenin, Eduard Limonov. If I’m not draw in my favorite program AutoCAD, I point there. In blue and white.

They tried to help me to become a good person

      Use the keyboard, I just want to thank next people:

- My school teacher of mathematics Visochina Olga Alexeevna for trust in that I will be a nice person.

- My coach of informatics – Sploshnova Janna Anatolievna, who illustrated that a problem has two decisions (there are even ways for lazy-bones such myself, but its all attitudes to group call “a roundabout way”).

- Lector of high mathematics Shevchenko Tatyana Stepanovna who taught me to sit exactly, to go forward and interpreted the main problem of mathematics for girls: to be marry thrifty.

- Managing of hostel ¹7 Svetlana Nickolaevna Roshina I have thank for grafting stability to home muddles and love to our “smaller” brothers and brothers’ our brothers: - “We haven’t cockroaches, they was eaten by rats.”

- Especial thanks for the main specialist PB “Topograph” Nataliya Firsovna Stepanova, she taught me to “Zempro”, to use blade, to make “miracles” on Xerox and to be afraid the public prosecutor.

My future plans:

To tell “no”; to make tattoo of drawing water, electro- and sewage communication of hostel on my back, it will be below. Maybe it will be useful. (It winnowed by Skophild), but mother will allow only small “in-yan”; to make a good career: “junior technician – technician – first technician – right hand of geodesist – geodesist’s girlfriend – wit, honour and conscience of geodesist – engineer- geodesist/ land surveyor / stomatologist – junior technician”, or throw the anchor near the inaccessible rocky coast and hollow out there calm married harbor. But for the time being I careless indulge in last educational days and one of the biggest problems in my early grey head – how to respectable biography? Author’s style, spelling, punctuation will tousle by ruthless censorship.