Full name: Vladimir Vladivostok milovic Putin (Russian владимивладмиов).

Nickname: Valojia

Position: Prime Minister of Russia and Chairman of the Council of Ministers of Russia-Belarus Union.

Height:1.70m.

Graduate University: Leningrad University

Major: Law

Education: Doctor of Economics.

Graduation thesis: on the most-favoured-nation principle in international law

Paper evaluation: excellent

Graduation Comments: Honest, disciplined and responsible.

Family: wife lyudmila, daughters Martha and Katja.

Hobbies: judo, sambo wrestling, alpine skiing, swimming, equestrian and rafting.

Expertise: proficient in German, skilled in driving various vehicles and helicopters, and good at using various firearms.

The most respected person: Peter the Great.

Favorite writers: Chekhov, Dostoevsky

Looking back on that year

◆ Unforgettable courtyard

My home is in a building complex in Bascov Hutong in the center of Leningrad. Our compound is adjacent to another compound. I spent my childhood in this building complex.

My family lives in a five-story building in the compound, which was given to us by my father's vehicle factory. This building is very simple. There is no hot water, no bathroom, no kitchenette and no public use. There is a rusty iron railing on one side of the stairs. There are often many mice in the corridor. My children and I often drive away mice with sticks. A thrilling "rat-man war" that happened on this staircase is still engraved in my memory. Once, I saw a huge mouse, so I chased it and drove it to the corner. The desperate and depressed mouse suddenly turned around and came at me with all its strength. It all happened so suddenly that I was scared. Next, the mouse chased me closely. I saw it quickly cross the steps and jumped into the corridor of my floor in an instant. After all, I run faster than this mouse. I pushed open my door as fast as I could, and then slammed it again. In this way, I just kept the mouse out of my house.

Before I went to primary school, I could only play in our compound. My mother is not at ease when I play outside. She often leans out of my window and asks, "Volodya, are you in the yard?" If only I were in this yard. My parents keep a close eye on me. I can't go out of this yard without their permission.

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

When I was five or six years old, I first sneaked into a street near my home. This day is May Day. I looked around curiously. The street is crowded with people, full of joy and excitement. I stared at the happy scene in front of me, and I don't know why I started to be a little scared.

A little bigger, I will be more and more courageous. One winter, I took an electric train to the suburbs behind my parents' backs. When we got there, we got lost and didn't know where we were. It's very cold. Luckily, we brought matches, so we lit the bonfire. We didn't eat or drink. We are all cold and hungry. When we came back, we still took the electric train. When I got home, I got some belts. After that, I never dared to go out alone again.

◆ restless students

Childhood Putin I was born in June of 1952 10, so I was almost 8 years old when I started school. The photo album at home still holds a photo of me when I first went to school: I wore an old-fashioned gray school uniform, looked like a military uniform, and stood with a pot of flowers. Now I can't remember why I took a pot of flowers instead of a bunch of flowers.

I don't want to go to school. I prefer to play with children in our compound all day, but I have to walk into the school gate. From grade one to grade eight, I went to school at 193. This school is in the alley where our family lives, only 7 minutes away from my school. At first, I was almost late for the first class, so I didn't have time to get dressed in winter. The reason: getting dressed, running breathlessly to school, and then taking off your clothes-all these take a lot of time. Later, in order to save time, I thought of a "coup": simply run to school without a coat, so that I can sit at my desk on time.

I am a disobedient child. Needless to say, I don't abide by the rules and regulations formulated by the school. The school is an organized collective with clear code of conduct and strict discipline. However, a person who grew up in a deep mountain forest will definitely live according to the original rules when he first came to this organized and disciplined environment. The school is like a guardrail pulled up beside him, and it is very uncomfortable to be bound in the guardrail. So, I began to want to "move" this "wall".

This "love for freedom" and agitation will naturally lead to the intervention of teachers. Naughty students don't like teachers to do this, so they often have to do something to show their resistance. In this way, "love freedom" and restlessness will inevitably lead to conflicts between naughty students, so fights will break out one after another.

The first time I was beaten, I knew the truth.

This is the beginning of a group fight among children in the building complex. When was I beaten so badly that I had to fight back? I still remember it clearly: it was in our adjacent compound mentioned above, but it was not on my site.

I felt wronged the first time I was beaten. The boy who hit me looks like a pencil necked. However, I soon understood that he was older and stronger than me. For me, this matter is no less than the "big school" on the street. This "big school" gave me a very important lesson in the first class, which made me get an important and good lesson. I draw the following four conclusions from this lesson:

First of all, I was wrong. At that time, the child just said something to me, and I pushed him back rudely, which could choke people to death. In fact, it is unreasonable for me to bully others like this. Therefore, I was punished on the spot.

Secondly, if the man standing in front of me at that time was a big man, maybe I wouldn't be so rude to him. Because the child looked skinny at first sight, I thought I could run wild with him. But when I was in pain, I realized I couldn't do it. I understand that I can't do this to anyone. I should respect everyone. This is a very good and truly "exemplary" class!

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

Fourth, I should be ready at any time. Once I am bullied, I should fight back immediately. Instantly!

On the whole, I didn't do anything rash or excessive in the fight. However, I learned a truth from it: to be a winner, you must grit your teeth and stick to it in any battle.

In addition, I clearly realize that I can't easily get involved in any conflict unless I have to. But once it happens, we should consider no way back, so we must fight to the end. In principle, this accepted principle was later taught to me by the KGB, but as early as childhood, I knew it by heart and mastered it well in many fights.

Since then, the KGB has taught me another rule: if you are not prepared to use force, you should not take up arms. You shouldn't threaten others at will. Only when you decide to shoot, you have to take out your pistol. Suppose you have a conflict with someone, but don't pick up your weapon until you finally decide "I'm going to shoot now". When I was a child, I sometimes had to use my fist to clean up the relationship between my friends and me. That's what I did. Once you make up your mind to fight this war, you must stick to it. In other words, win without fighting!

Fighting was common when I was a child. Why? Anyway, it's nothing more than a child's sesame seed and a trivial matter. But I dare say we are not hooligans. We are just a group of naughty children in the painting. None of us have changed from the children in the painting to criminals. Of course, some adults with criminal records around us do have nothing to do and wander around all day, but they have nothing to do with us children, just like us and them.

By the way, we never carry any knives or iron gloves with us. The criminals with criminal records mentioned above have everything. The best we children can do is push and shove each other and move our fists when fighting. We have never used despicable and cruel means.

◆ Enjoy the warmth of family.

Although my family is poor, my family always gives me as much warmth as possible. I grew up under the care and careful cultivation of my grandparents and parents.

My grandfather is a skilled cook and has an unusual experience. After World War I, he was invited to work in Gork, a suburb of Moscow. Cooking for Lenin and his family who lived there at that time. After Lenin died, grandpa was transferred to a villa in Stalin and worked there for a long time. After retirement, he worked as a chef for many years in the Ilya Skoye Guest House of Moscow Municipal Committee. I was 12 years old, that is, 1965. Before my grandfather died, I stayed in this retreat many times and spent many happy times with my grandparents.

My father is unsmiling and seems a little cold on the surface. But I know he loves me and cares about me. As for my mother, she is more affectionate to me and revolves around me everywhere. I know that I am her "only" (Putin's mother gave birth to two children before, but unfortunately both died. 4 1 year old, the mother gave birth to Putin. Therefore, Putin is called "late childbearing" and is the apple of his parents' eye. In this life, my mother has nothing to pursue except me. Every little thing always reflects her love for me.

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

At that time, I saw the breakdown and disintegration of the family, many of which were caused by the man's unrestrained drinking. I witnessed the tragedy with my own eyes, first in our neighborhood with many residents, and then at school.

At that time, although life was hard, I never felt out of place. In fact, it was not only poverty and embarrassment in our family, but also in almost every family. In Leningrad, most families live in public houses. Some have better living conditions, others have worse living conditions, but the living standards of each family are roughly the same. One year, I took part in the voluntary labor of a construction team in Komi Autonomous Region of China. Only after I came back did I buy my first new coat. I didn't even have a decent dress before.

My home is my fortress. It can be said that this is my greatest advantage. I didn't realize this at that time. Obviously, in the eyes of parents, I am the most precious person. So, even if I don't say anything verbally, just look around, I have every reason to think that my family environment is the best. For me, this is very important, very important!

As early as when I was in elementary school, I thought that when I went to college, 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, was seriously injured in a battle and his legs were disabled for life). After the war, he was demobilized to Leningrad Vehicle Factory and served as foreman and secretary of the workshop party branch. My mother has little education, worked as a cleaner and picked up goods from a bakery at night. After washing test tubes for a laboratory, he also worked as a doorman in a consignment shop. I think if I can say that my father is a professor and my mother is an associate professor in my first year of college, I will definitely be happier. I don't deliberately emphasize my parents' work, but I'm never ashamed of their work. I have always respected my parents and treated them well. I clearly know that my parents gave me everything. I also know clearly that as an ordinary person, my parents have done their best. Everything they do is to make my life better. It is because of them that my life can have a good start.

◆ The first turning point in life

When I was in primary school, there was a clear hint at home: I must go to college in the future. Maybe it's too early It was not mentioned in the "agenda", so no one talked about it every day and didn't get together to discuss what university I should apply for and what major I should study.

Going to college is the minimum standard that no one wants to give up easily. Strictly speaking, my parents probably don't know what university I should go to in the future, but one thing is certain, that is, I must receive higher education.

/kloc-in the middle of 0/0 grade, when I told my parents that I wanted to take the college entrance examination, they naturally didn't doubt it. Since then, they have also grasped my study more tightly.

I began to learn judo at the age of 10, and my coach has always been Rakhlin. My coach didn't agree with my ambition to enter the university, but urged me to enter the junior college. Specifically, it is the higher technical school affiliated to Leningrad Metal Factory. I was practicing judo in the sports club of this factory at that time. The coach can easily transfer all the members to this school, thus exempting them from military service.

In view of this, Rakhlin specially made an appointment with my parents and told them face to face that according to my grades, I could actually be sent to the above-mentioned higher technical schools without examination. He also told my parents that this school is good, and it would be foolish to give up this great opportunity. Undergraduate course is an adventure. If I fail, I must join the army at once.

Rakhlin's words naturally tempted my father, and my idea of going to college was shaken. So, he also started to do my work, and asked me to do what coach Rakhlin said.

In this way, I fell into a "double attack" situation: on the training ground, Rakhlin advised me; When I got home, my parents urged me. To put it bluntly, I was told to give up applying for university.

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

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

"Nothing to be afraid of," I replied firmly. "Being a soldier is a soldier."

Needless to say, military service will delay my entry into the KGB. But on the whole, it doesn't prevent me from realizing the established plan. A few years' delay is certainly not a good thing. But it doesn't affect me much in principle.

This is an important moment in my life. It requires me to "put all my eggs in one basket" and make a choice: either I do everything by myself now and decide everything by myself, so as to move towards the next new stage of my life I expect; Either I give up and be at the mercy of others, and all my plans will come to nothing.

This is the first turning point in my life.

As we all know, later, I was admitted to the law department of Leningrad University, and my life entered a decisive new stage. ...

What I gave him later was his experience, so I'd better talk about it. ...