Studentship is a transitional stage in adulthood. Many yesterday's schoolchildren move to a foreign city, settle in a dormitory, where they are forced to share space not with their parents, but with peers.
4 years of unforgettable life.
The first series of photographs, about the hostel number 8 of the Belarusian State Economic University is directly related to me. All the years of my education I lived in this building, so I know about the nuances of student's existence not by hearsay. I came here when I was 17. At the time of the series creation I was already 20, and this place became my home away from home.
Now, I would like to tell about the dormitory. Several times it was recognized as the best dormitory and won many contests among hostels of BSEU. Due to the fact that part of the residential area is rented not by the students, strict rules prevail in the boarding school. For example, you can visit a resident only from 7 p.m. - 11 p.m., only if having a document confirming your identity. Students can not store in their room electric kettle, microwave oven, iron, extension cord without a special filter, christmas tree, garland.
Despite the strict restrictions, life in the dormitory does not lend itself to any rules. Yes, they take out garbage in turns, make up a schedule of shifts, but also often put on make up and get dressed in the dark, while someone is sleeping, cook on permanently broken cookers, stay without tea after 12. This is a place for drinking wine and dancing weird dances. That was in the life of every student, who lived in the dormitory.

Today I am treated to tea on the 11th floor. An evening of memories.
- I remember, we wanted to drink some tea after electric ranges were switched out. It was 1 pm and we found an immersion heater in our neighbors’ room. We put it in a plastic pot filled with water and went out to telephone. After we came back, we saw the pot melting and the room full of nasty smoke. We opened the window and threw the pot away. Then, while getting rid of the smoke, we remembered about the fire alarm box and decided to to put the pink sock on it so as it don’t actuate. While we were tiding up we forgot about the socks and went to sleep. Next morning, we woke up because a dirty pink sock fell from the ceiling on N.'s face.
- Remember, I used to have an old cast-iron frying pan? It was great heavy and everything always stuck to it. One time, I decided to fry pancakes with my neighbor. We fried some and thought to clean it up so as the potato pancake don't stick . So ,I went on the balcony. Well, I am a girl, who weights 40kg; I am standing on the balcony and swaying with a huge frying pan. One Floor below there was a guy and he was looking at me.
- Hi, what are you doing?
- I'm swinging my frying pan.
- What for?
- To cool it down.
- So maybe water is better?
- No, she will sizzle.
- So you pour it with cold water.
- No, it will still sizzle.
- All right, then, swing.
- Hi, Tanya! Do you want me to tell you a story? Ok, let me finish the play!
Well, listen. I was on the first semester and couldn’t get a place in the dormitory because had got too low notes. But I am a sportsman, therefore in a month my trainer got a place for me. I was lonely and boring in the room- I use to know nobody that time. I knocked to the neighbor door, but nobody opened I Pulled the handle - the room was empty. And then I came up how can I found new friends: I begun to rent out this empty room for various student parties. Don’t think something wrong, it was not for money, only for food, drink and for the opportunity to celebrate with them. Ah, What a time was it! The coolest year I ever lived.

I entered the room, next to which a bouquet of mimosa is successfully inscribed into the surrounding environment in a liter jar. Y. lives in there. After a moment's thought, she starts telling me her stories:
- In this dormitory nothing interesting can happen by definition. You know what the rules are here. I remember once I got drunk hard. Took off my pants, knocked on the next room, got up in a chair and read poetry to them for about 20 minutes. Despite this it's boring here.
- Once on Christmas holidays our friendly company decided to tell fortunes. 7 girls gathered, initially we drank and ate, and when the clock struck midnight, I said that we would call out the spirits, and had already prepared all the necessary things. V., for example, was immediately frightened and left us, the others placed on the floor a prepared a circle with different letters and numbers, put a plate in the middle, switched off the light, lit candles, covered the mirror with a veil and opened the window (it was the part of the ritual I knew about: the window was opened so that the spirit could go in unobstructed, and the mirror had to be hung to prevent the spirit from being frightened of its reflection and staying in the room). We twice summoned various poets, putting our hands on the coveted plate with an arrow, but no one "came". We decided to stop, but for the third time the plate started to move. All the girls asked when they will get married. There were showed different numbers: 21, 24, 25 ... By the way, one girl's prediction came true: she married at 21. So when I asked: "Will I marry?" - the plate took me to the word "no". But the question: "Will I become famous?" was quickly answered with"yes". Well, at least so.
- Once me and my neighbor had a spring exacerbation. Our guys were in the army, and we missed them very much, so we came up with all kinds of crazy things to be distracted. Well, somewhere around 1 a.m. in the midnight, I had an idea to spit cherry bones from the balcony. We had a cherry compote, together with all the efforts we caught all the berries, put them on a plate and went to the balcony. We stood, eat, spit and laughed (возможно лучше в прошедшем, но это не точно). And there are voluntary squad (D.D., guardians of order) in our hostel, walking in the night on the floors to check who smokes on the balcony to make a reprimand. And then they saw us, already wanted to scold us. And we turn to them with a plate of cherries and waving our hands. Well, they looked at us, waved back and left.