Read the astronaut's guide to life on earth. “The life of an astronaut from the life of the Earth”: What can we learn from space. Respect to dribnytsia

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What is the book about? An astronaut's life on Earth. What did 4000 years in orbit teach me?"
Chris Hadfield has spent nearly 4,000 years in space and is respected as one of the world's most famous and popular astronauts. This knowledge about cosmic flows and the memory of hearing about them is so painfully and painfully unbearable. There are records on this video on the Internet...

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Hadfield has done more to change our ideas about space exploration, perhaps like the astronauts starting from the Apollo missions... Space has never seemed so close, and the Earth so wondrous.
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Hadfield is a genius, a man of science and technology, and no stranger to the subject of the Universe.
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Even the human view of space... The endless expanse is pitiless and cruel. However, life on Earth is not easy. Mr. Hadfield's brilliant book expands on our understanding of how to prosper in both worlds.
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About the book "An astronaut's journey through life on Earth. What less than 4000 years in orbit have taught me"
Chris Hadfield has spent nearly 4,000 years in space and is respected as one of the world's most famous and popular astronauts. This knowledge about cosmic flows and the memory of hearing about them is so painfully and painfully unbearable. This video on the Internet has a record of being viewed the most.
However, this book is not only about those who are flying in space and living in orbit. This is the story of a person who dreamed about space from nine ages, but was able to realize her dream, although, it would seem, there would be no such chance.
This is a useful handyman of life for those who want to die and strive to realize it.

Why is the book "An Astronaut's Life on Earth. What Less Than 4000 Years in Orbit Have Learned" worth reading
Who doesn’t want to know how to wash the living modules of the ISS, how to brush their teeth in space, how to eat, sleep and go to the toilet? What do astronauts learn before flying and what do they have to worry about when recruiting a team? Why is modesty the best asset for an astronaut's career, and why is it most advantageous to grow tall? What skills are necessary in orbit and why does everyday life on Earth matter?
For the Russian reader, the book has a great surprise - the difficult mastery of the Russian language and the national peculiarities of cooking barbecue, swimming on the Soyuz and living in the Zoryanoy town, living at Baikonur and taking Russian braids from space. monavti.
Chris Hadfield touched the hearts of millions of people with humor and kindness about life on the space station, the life of astronauts, their secrets and difficulties. Having completed a difficult journey to space, Hadfield developed his own special philosophy of life, which is not at all similar to that of business coaches, but without which one cannot survive in an extreme situation.

Who is the author
Christopher Hadfield is one of the best-known and most popular astronauts in the world. He took part in 25 launches of space shuttles as a communications operator, worked at Zoryany Mistechka as the director of NASA operations, and completed the robotics department at the Space Center named after him. L. Johnson at Houston, who was a Clerk in the International Space Station Control Service. Hadfield, as commander of the ISS crew, not only conducted a record number of scientific experiments and took control of the emergency exit of astronauts from deep space, but also denied worldwide recognition for a series of miraculous photographs and educational videos about life in space.
His music video - a version of David Bowie's song "Space Oddity" recorded in an emergency - was viewed over 10 million times in the first three days after its publication in Merezhi.
Born in Canada, friends, she has three children.

Translator Dmitro Lazarev

Editor Anton Mykilsky

Kerivnyk project I. Seryogina

Corectory M. Milovidova, E. Aksionova

Computer layout A. Fominov

Cover design O. Sidorenko

Photo of the astronaut on Obkladintsi Hello Lovely/Corbis/All Over Press

Photo of the Earth and the dawning sky on the obladinets Shutterstock

© Chris Hadfield, 2013

This version was published for arrangement with Little, Brown, and Company, New York, New York, USA. All rights reserved.

© Russian version, translation, design. LLC "Alpina non-fiction", 2015

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Dedicated to the kohaniya Helen.

My dreams have become a reality thanks to your faith, supported by your invaluable help

Photo: Chris Hadfield's trip to outer space NASA

Peredmova
My mission is unoccupied

Through the windows of the spaceship you watch for miracles in passing. Skin 92 hvilini - a new cake, similar to a leaf pie: the first ball is orange, then the black one is wedged in, with fins, inscriptions, dark blue, embellished with pearls. The dark sunrises of our planet appear like in the valley: the unclimbed mountains that rise in the midst of the extreme plains; green forests, framed by snow; rivers that shine in the sun, that swirl and jiggle like silver worms; the continents are spread out, outlined by the islands scattered by the ocean, silent with creaky pieces of broken egg scarlet.

If I floated in the airlock chamber before the first exit to open space, I knew that in one short time I would see even greater beauty. It’s enough to come to the surface to find yourself in the midst of the grandiose scenery of the Universe, while being tied to a ship that circles around the Earth at a speed of 28,000 km/year. About this moment I died, for the sake of this I spent my entire life. Just short of the great atrocity, I was faced with a mindless problem: how to earn the remaining time and get out of the gateway? The hatch is small and round, and I, with all my tools secured with straps on my chest, and a large backpack with tarnish cylinders and electronics on my back, are square. Square astronaut, round hatch.

As soon as I became an astronaut, I saw myself emerging from outer space like a scene from a movie: the music is loud, the sound is growing, I elegantly walk out of the ship and enter the pitch black, endless cosmic space. ir. But everything wasn’t all that romantic. I would be tempted to stock up on terpines and carefully squeeze through the hatch, lose my senses and concentrate on the routine: try not to get my spacesuit on and not get lost in the safety cord, so as not to stand in front of the guard of the World, otherwise body

I timidly pushed myself out of the hatch, head first, in order to make the world look like the way I saw more than a few dozen people. Behind me was a healthy backpack with a system of motors, plated with a joystick. Vikorist engines that operate on compressed nitrogen, I could turn to the ship at once, if other methods are not lost. The height of mastery is in an obsolete situation.

Square astronaut, round hatch. Who has the history of every life. It’s always hard to figure out how to get where I want to go, if it’s impossible to leave through the doors. On the paper, my career is listed ahead of time: engineer, experimental pilot, experimental pilot, astronaut. A typical way for anyone who has taken this professional step - straight, like a ruler. But in life everything is not as it is on paper. Life experienced both sharp turns and hopelessness. I was not assigned the astronaut's share. I can become an astronaut for myself.

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Everything started when I was 9 years old. My family spent the summer at our cottage on Stag Island in Ontario. My father worked as a civil aviation pilot, and through parts of the flood he was never at home. Natomist mother was always in charge. If she were free to follow us, she would spend five hours reading in the shade of a tall oak tree. With my older brother Dave, we were full of troubles. The Frenchmen rode on water sleds, and during the day they frolicked around the housework and, sneaking their way to the canoe, swam in the river. There was no TB in the hut, but only our neighbors. Late evening 20 June 1969 r. My brother and I crossed the great field, which overlooked us from the neighbor’s hut, and squeezed into the living room, where all the inhabitants of the island had already gathered. Dave and I were hanging out on the back of the sofa, and, stretching our necks to try to get some exercise, we were looking at the screen. The person slowly, methodically descended along the support of the spaceship and carefully stepped on the surface of the Moon. The image on the screen was unclear, but I realized that we ourselves were wrong: the impossible became possible. The room was filled with triumph. The elders squeezed each other's hands, and the children squealed and screamed with joy. As if we saw everything, we ourselves were with Neil Armstrong and changed the world at once.

Later, turning back home, I glanced at the Month. She was no longer a distant, unknown celestial body. The month became a month where people walked, prayed, practiced and slept. At this moment I realized that I want to dedicate my life. I saw the traces of how people so kindly deprived me of more than a few words of gratitude. Increase the price of a rocket with jet engines, explore space, expand the boundaries of human knowledge and capabilities - with absolute clarity of mind that I want to become an astronaut.

However, as a child in Canada, I knew that this was impossible. The astronauts were Americans. NASA accepted applications only from the citizens of the United States, and in Canada there was no powerful space agency. Yesterday there was a cumbersome walk on top of the Month, but Neil Armstrong didn’t miss it. Maybe, if I have a chance to walk through the Month, and if the day comes, I may prepare.

I will be old enough to realize that astronaut training has nothing to do with the games in space fields that we spluttered with our brothers on our double-tiered couch under a majestic poster. National Geographic From the images of the Month. But at that hour there was no daily light program in which I could consume, there was no food in which I could read, and there was no one to feed me. I believe that there is only one way. I had a chance to discover, guess, what the next astronaut is obliged to do, if I am only 9 years old, and do the same, then I could begin preparations immediately. What would an astronaut choose: fresh vegetables or potato chips? Did the next astronaut sleep late and get up early to read a book?

I did not tell my father or brothers or sisters about my destiny as an astronaut. I thought that my idea would be received almost as if I had declared that I wanted to become a movie camera. Until that very evening, my dream guided me throughout my life. Actually, being a nine-year-old cotton boy, I realize that in my life I will have to make choices more than once and my decisions matter. The way I live my day, the way I spend an hour, the kind of person I will become.

I had to read at school, but with the onset of autumn I turned there with new things to see. Now I’ll be specific. I started to get started with the lost program. We were taught not just to think, but to analyze and critically approach any problem, to formulate solutions and set goals, and not just to practice identifying the correct types. We crammed the verses of Robert Service, rattled off the French alphabet, solved tricky puzzles, played on the stock exchange (I bought shares of a grain company for the past few years, not even appeared). We really thought about it.

It’s difficult to imagine working hard when you want to achieve something as badly as I want to become an astronaut, but the reality of living on a corn farm also helps. When I was born, my family moved from Sarnia to Milton, closer to the Toronto airport where my father flew from. The dads took over the farm. The stench of resentment grew on the farm, so the pauses in the plot of the father saw the miraculous benefit of working until sickness on the earth, thus preserving family traditions. Rising between the soil and the sight of five children, the stinks had to be occupied in order to personally take care of them from us. They respected that if we really want what we want, then we can report to the authorities on our own and only after we settle our obligations to the state.

It became clear that the responsibility for the inheritance of our ancestors rested entirely with ourselves - it was a given. One time, when I was still a kid, I was driving a tractor and working with self-satisfaction, showing off in front of myself. And the axis at that moment, when I saw myself as the best tractor driver in the entire surrounding area, I secured the fence with the tractor’s main attachment. The thrust of the main device was breaking. I have been separated and ruined, and my father was not one of those who would calm down: “That’s all right, son, you can lose your money. I’ll fix everything.” We’ll say in a stern voice that now I have to cook the evil draft myself, and since I don’t have anything to do, I’ll have to learn, and then turn to the field and finish my work. Having helped me with the brewing, I pulled back and continued the work. Later that day, I broke the tension again, and in this very way, no one needed to yell at me anymore. I became so embarrassed by my stupidity that I started screaming at myself. I asked my dad to help me with the repairs again, after which I broke it near the field, only with greater care.

Living on a farm brings with it a miraculous experience that is so necessary in our rural minds. In order to start studying the lost program at school, I had to spend several years a day on bus rides to and from school. When I started spending more than two years a day on the bus in high school, I considered myself lucky. The positive side of these trips was that even in those distant hours I was still waiting for an hour to read and comprehend - I continued to pursue the strategy of “working like an astronaut”, making sure not to bring my actions to the point of absurdity. I firmly believe that I will be ready before the cosmic flight, if I have such an opportunity, and perhaps, with the same determination, I will reject contentment from the preparation itself. If my decisions made me unhappy, it would not have been possible to survive. I don't have the gene for martyrdom.

Fortunately, my hoards miraculously escaped due to this, which is not enough for an astronaut in the era when they flew into space on Apollo. Most of the astronauts were experimental pilots or experimental pilots, and I also loved flying. When I was 13 years old, I followed Dave and became a “veteran cadet” - which is somewhere between a boy scout and a military one. Before speaking, my younger brother and sisters also became cadets when they reached the necessary age. We were taught military science and command, and we were also taught to fly. At the age of 15, I lost my first license to fly a glider, and at 16, I began to learn how to fly. I liked the polish, its fluidity. It was necessary to deal with the difficulties that arose in the hour of final maneuvers with a degree of elegance. I want to become the best pilot, not only because it fits into my “fly like an astronaut” strategy - I just love flying.

It is clear that there were other burials. I loved reading science fiction, playing the guitar, and riding water slides. I took the fate of the skiers of the Swedish descent on the mountain roads. Light distillations suited me for the very reasons why I love weeding. While dealing with them, I began to harness the fluidity and energy of the roc, so as to rush headlong, avoiding the final turn or trick, and in this way I retain enough control so as not to fall. In my youth, I used to work as an instructor in the Georgian leagues. Ale, regardless of those who earn pennies, riding licks all day long, it was going to be fun, I understand that the few rocks that I spend, dangling with Georgian philosophies, will only keep me away from my beloved and become an astronaut.

Despite all these treasures, I never realized that I wouldn’t be able to live my life if I didn’t fly into space. Since the chance of becoming an astronaut was small, it seemed to me that it would be even more foolish to rely entirely on someone else and spend all the time before this chance never came. My position was as follows: “It’s possible that this will never happen, but about every fall, I may work everything necessary to crumble to the brink; I may but sing that the speeches in which I am engaged are less important. Todi, whatever happens, I’ll be happy.”

At this time, the route to NASA lay ahead of us through the military service, then after finishing high school, I decided to enter the military school. I trust that if I get a good education and can serve my country, I can get a scholarship. At school, my specialty was mechanics. I thought that since I wouldn’t waste my career as a military pilot, I could become an engineer. I was always in pain, as I was satisfied with various mechanisms. I hung a poster with images of the shuttle over my work table, and while reading the handbooks or doing my homework, I often looked at him.

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At the age of 1981, six months before graduating from college, I earned those that impacted my life more than my parents. I made friends. Schools were still in contact with Helen. By the time we met, she had already graduated from university and was working in an insurance agency, where she became a reference in the insurance business. Our efforts were so successful that we were able to buy a booth from the town of Kitchener (Ontario) before becoming friends. We spent nearly seventeen months during the first two years of our happy life as friends in disgrace. I died near Moose Jaw (Saskatchewan), where my main flight training began at the Canadian Air Force, and Helen gave birth to our first child, Kyle. They happened to grow up alone in Kitchener, because due to the economic downturn they could not sell their house and found themselves even close to bankruptcy. Helen quit her job and moved with Kyle to Moose Jaw, where we lived at the military base. And then I was sent to Cold Lake (Alberta) to start flying the CF-5S, and then the CF-18S. In other words, this is the very cob chapter of our sleeping life, in which love either fails or falls apart. Kolya in 1983 The Canadian department conducted the first recruitment for astronauts, which six passed through, the tension did not subside. As a matter of fact, it seemed that the end of my world had become a little closer to reality. At this point, I cut off the additional incentive in order to concentrate on my career. Helen enthusiastically promoted the idea that in order to achieve a goal, it was necessary to overcome all the difficulties, and this became one of the reasons for the success of our love.

Many of our friends noted that being friends is easy on the feet, initiative and sets an increasingly high bar for women, who set themselves before constant moving as a sport, melodiously, not easy. And I have to know that it’s true - for an hour it was important to be Helen’s man. Vaughn is yapping energetically. Drop it in any place in the world, and in 24 years you will choose an apartment, furnish it with furniture from IKEA, as I myself am happy to do, and also book tickets for a concert for which the tickets were sold out long ago. She took care of three children, often wrapping both fathers’ clothes, so I spent a lot of time at home. At the same time, it was necessary to simultaneously complete a varied and reliable job, starting with the electronic document management system of a large enterprise and ending with the job of a professional chef. Vaughn is the butt of a superhuman person who can be considered the type that you would like to have a hand in if you have a high stakes, but in which case you don’t want to waste the joy of everyday human life. Possibly, for which you don’t need the help of the whole world, but you definitely need a command.

For me, it became completely obvious when I finished the initial piloting of the Vinishchuvach and found out that I should be directed to Nimechchina. Helen was at a great stage of pregnancy, and we were looking at another child. The prospect of moving to Europe was miraculous. We were already thinking about spending our holiday in Paris with our beautiful hearing children, who had mastered the third language, when we found out that plans had changed, we moved to Bagoville (province of Quebec). I have to become a pilot of a CF-18S aircraft at the NORAD (United Air and Space Defense Command of the American Continent) warehouse and survive the Radian planes that got lost in the windy expanse of Canada. The miraculous opportunity arose to join the service in the new squadron, and Bagovil would become the new leader. It’s true, it’s really cold there in the winter, but it’s still not Europe.

Three future fates turned out to be very important for my homeland. We were still making ends after end. I was flying on a plane (not a job for people with weak nerves), and Helen, having forgotten about her career and without the prospects of a good job, was sitting at home with two little boys: Evan, our other son, born just a few days before moving to Bagovil . When the month ended, Helen began to love again. For us, this became not so much a happy ending, but a remaining drop. Having realized what our life will be like at 45, and realizing that I will not deprive the blameworthy aviation, it will be even more important for us. The squadron commander earned richly more, with whom the vantage was greater, and the appearance of the commander was not nearly suitable for the role of a warm place. In addition to everything else, the profession of a pilot-vinishchuvach is not a safe one for life. We spent a lot of time with one of our close friends.

Well, when I found out about the recruitment of foreign workers at Air Canada, I thought that the time had come to become a realist. Working on civilian airlines does little to make our life easier, but I am well acquainted with the rhythm of life as a civil aviation pilot. I started my first steps to revoke my pilot's license when Helen got in my face. Vona said: “You really don’t want to be a pilot or work on civilian airlines. You will be unhappy in this job, which means I will also be unhappy. I can’t allow you or us to do this. Don't imagine yourself as an astronaut. Let’s just wait a little longer and see how everything turns out.”

So I lost my job in the squadron and suddenly gained a small testimony as a test pilot: when the planes turned around for repairs, I carried out test flights. And I, as it seems, am pidsiv. The pilots prefer to live in order to fly. I want and love to weed, but I’m still alive to weave letaki. I wanted to know why, in the midst of the stench, it is done this way and not otherwise, and how to paint its structure. My comrades in the squadron were very polite when I said that I wanted to train as a test pilot. To be honest, is it just for the sake of becoming an engineer that people are ready to be inspired by the glory of a pilot-vinishuvach? However, I was less attracted to the engineering side of my work, as well as the ability to improve the effectiveness of the flight and make it safer.

Canada did not have a strong school of test pilots, so two pilots were soon sent to study in France, Great Britain and the USA. Born in 1987 I pulled out a lucky ticket - they sent me to the Mediterranean, France. We knew the miracle of the little booth, how big the car was. The bags were packed. They held a farewell party. And Potim, in two tizhni until the time, if it was Mali, the corners of our echo at LITAC (KRISTIN BULOL BLIZOO 9 MISYAV), the URADIA TA KANADAI RIVNIVIVIVIVIVA ROZBISTISTI. France gave my place to the pilots from another country. To say that there was a great deal of disappointment and pressure on the professional plane means not to say anything. We were enemies. It looked like a dead bush.

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I have confessed to myself more than once that everything is never as bad (or not as good) as it appears at first glance. Looking back, you understand that the unnatural catastrophe itself may appear in the distant turn of events. This time it happened that way. A few months after I was hired from France, I was ready to be sent to the test pilot school located at the Edwards base of the US Air Force. Rick, spending time there changed our life. Everything began miraculously: we arrived before the sleepy daylight of California at the breast, just as winter had squeezed Bagoville around its grasp. Unfortunately, we could not settle at the base itself until the van arrived to transport our furniture. Fortunately, we need a few days of work, and we spent the holidays at a hotel in Disneyland.

Advance, 1988 being one of the most stressful and most stressful in my life. The training in the Polish school was similar to the development of a scientific level in the Galuzia Politov. During one period we flew on 32 different types of aircraft and were tested today. It was incredibly important, but also incredibly fun: we were all school cadets who lived on the same street, we were all close to 30 years old, and, of course, we loved to have a good time. The new program was approaching more quickly, since it still had an emphasis on theoretical ambushes in science, mathematics, scientific disciplines, as well as on friendly and brotherly fields. For the first time in life, I was actually part of a team in which the skin of the people was very similar to me. Many of us wanted to become astronauts, and there was no need to apply for it. The school of experimental pilots, where I got drunk, was on the direct road to NASA. Two of my classmates and close friends, Susan Helms and Rick Husband, followed this path and became astronauts.

It was not at all clear that the school would end with a transfer to the Canadian Space Agency (CSA). There was no more guessing when the KSA announced the new set of astronauts and decided to vote. Only one fact is obvious: the first Canadian astronauts were fakhovs, but they were passengers; ancient, but not pilots. At that time, I had already decided that I would try to follow the same path that future astronauts in the USA expect to take. It is possible, as a result, it will turn out that I will learn the wrong thing, so that I can register with the single space agency for which I have a valid passport, otherwise it would be too late to take a different path. The positive side of this decision is the fact that, although I will never become an astronaut and until the end of my days I will be a test pilot, I will sing that I have wasted my life on this right.

An excursion to the Space Center was organized for our class. Lyndon Johnson in Houston. We visited other drilling and testing centers, such as the center at Cold Lake (Alberta), and the Patuxent River Naval Air Station near Maryland, where I came into contact with a Canadian testing pilot who had been there Chergovaya exchange program. It was completely clear that the hour of his stay at the airbase was coming to an end and he would inevitably have to turn back to Cold Lake, leaving someone to send to replace him, and whom he himself did not yet know. I heard about Helen, and in her glance I read the text: Are you thinking about the same as I am?

I was thinking about it myself. Pax River is one of the largest testing centers in the world. The resources available in Volodya allow us to carry out advanced research, such as testing new engines and new designs of military aircraft, not only in the interests of the United States, but also in the interests of many other countries. n, from Australia to Kuwait. Looking at the small size of Canada's armored forces, it is not surprising that in Cold Lake they are testing fewer aircraft, and mainly with modifications of existing models, rather than aircraft with fundamentally new capabilities and characteristics. We had to live in Cold Lake when I started flying in the Navy, because I needed to spend a lot of time there after finishing my studies at pilot school, so we decided to try to find a job in Pax River. In addition, there was another reason to try it: we were already waiting for warm winters. So I called my career supervisor (an officer whose job required him to better understand some forms and orders and remember them better than others) and said: “You know, the army could save at least $50,000, as bi-replacement If I were to transport my family back to Cold Lake and the other pilot's family to Pax River, it would simply send us straight to Maryland." The message was clear: “Every time. You turn back." Well then, try Varto. Still, the undeniable fact was that the Canadian government spent perhaps a million dollars on my studies at the pilot school. So they have no right to tell me where to go.

We started preparing for the move again. A month later, a personnel officer called me on the phone: “We have a wonderful idea. What can we send you directly to Pax River? It seems that my direct journey to Pax River recognized the fact that I had become the greatest graduate of the school of experimental pilots of this rock and had joined the team, whose previous project had rejected the greatest dangers. For me, it became an important honor, which I knew led to great national pride - the Canadian became the largest graduate of the American UPU pilot school! I was interviewed for a local newspaper that was published in Cold Lake. The Vidavnitvy Viknikla has a problem for statts, the stroke was stuck up to my school, de htos їm vidpoviv: “It is just called“ Canadian who, becoming a founder of the Lodchikiv-Vypobuvachov school, at the tsomo dusі ”. My friend sent me a copy of the article, which became not only a memorable story for me, but also a test for my self-love. Are you wondering which title you chose? And the axis is this: “A Canadian has become the greatest graduate of the School of Probationary Pilots, what do you think?”

Helen and I were planning to plan our move to Pax River for a family vacation, back in 1988. they forced speeches into our lightweight black station wagon, decorated with fake wood panels - a terribly scary car that we nicknamed "Lemo" - and crashed along the roads from California to Maryland. We were a young family with three children, and we had a great time exploring the beautiful states: we visited the SeaWorld park, climbed caves, went to a funfair in Baton Rouge - in a word, we spent a wonderful hour.

This is how our stay in Pax River turned out to be miraculous. We rented a cabin on the farm instead of living on the base, and this became a welcome change for us all. A short hour later, Helen found a job as a realtor with a crazy schedule. Kyle, Evan and Kristin walked to school at an hour. And I started testing the Vinishuvach F-18S. Having raised the flyer from the sky right up to the edge, the docks were not wasted, and then trying to figure out what to do if the flyer falls to the ground. Initially, I was very careful, and even throughout my life I had been devoted to carving flyers, and not at all tearing them to pieces, but in the world of the fact that I was beginning to sing, I started experimenting. I'm sorry, I'm going to ask: how far can I take the flight from the unkerated camp? In this trial program, we have developed a number of good methods for updating the hardness, sometimes to the point of dissatisfaction, which in extreme minds could lie not only in flight, but also in the life of the pilot.

Tim often kept me thinking about the skills I would need if I started dialing again. Today, as it seemed to me, I was in need of a brain, so I worked evenings and weekends to obtain a master's degree in aviation systems at the University of Tennessee, in which there was a miraculous program in the distant future. Channya. I needed to show up there or steal my master's thesis. Although my most important achievements at Pax River, obviously, was the discovery of the first piloted aircraft with a water-powered jet engine, which allows reaching speeds richer than the speed of sound. The article, which we wrote with testing engineer Sharon Hook on the results of our investigations, was awarded to the city by the Partnership of Test Pilots. For us, it was like winning an Oscar, no less, despite the fact that the ceremony took place in Beverly Hills, and the audience consisted of such legendary pilots as Scott Crossfield - the first person in the world, who made a flight beyond the distance of Mach, equal two, then there is a sound that is twice as loud as the sound.

To complete this topic, I will say that in 1991 I called the pilot of the US Navy. My “discipline” has reached its end, and I have reached the modern American world, regardless of its vastness. My plan was to relax a little and enjoy the rest of the rock of being in Maryland, spend more than an hour with the children and play the guitar more often. And then the Canadian Space Agency published a statement in the newspaper: astronaut requirements.

Astronaut Chris Hadfield is the first Canadian in history to command the ISS, who became famous on the Internet for his cover version of David Bowie's song "Space Oddity" and filmed right on the station clip, - stands on the sides of his book itself in the way that, apparently, the Radian ideological machine wanted to create pioneers who would become cosmonauts: smart, diligent, disciplined, modest, athletic, who would have interests to the team more than ever (Hadfield calls this an “expeditionary model "And also a brilliant Siemian and a great friend of Russia for the sake of it. Hadfield really wants to convince the reader that flying into space is cool, but to point out that astronauts are not superheroes (so we need to digest at the next moment), and modest diligent robots, most of their lives are spent in stressful, but unforgettable tasks. During his 21-year career, Hadfield has been in space three times, and we will worry about his remaining flight. engaging in various, sometimes even unsatisfactory speeches Earth.

What is the life of an astronaut like?

Step by step

The lucky ones, who have gone through the grueling process and become astronauts, do not rest on their laurels; Unfortunately, those who have diligently prepared do not know anything about their new profession, as long as they don’t know anything about it. Through this process, the main job of the astronaut is reduced to a steady start to the entire career. A person who travels to space must remember a colossal amount of information and be ready in a critical situation to retrieve the necessary information from memory in a matter of seconds. The stereotype about cool guys breaks down: in reality, astronauts are eternal students with glasses, who probably don’t get out of their way on weekends.

Reporting instructions from all over the world

Characteristic of the work of space agencies is the gigantic number of detailed instructions that cover the most important aspects of flight. Whether the actions of an astronaut, from launching engines to dispersal from the press, are thought out, recorded and modeled - the constant demands of any processes related to the flow flow directly from the previous point. The sense is that at NASA they are trying to turn off any improvisation: no matter how the ideas developed, the astronaut must know that he is punished to work in such a situation, and clearly follow the instructions. And for this reason, you need to know everything by heart.

Death simulation

As far as any possible situation in the field is possible, it is widely modeled on Earth, an important place in training is the so-called “modeling of non-transferable conditions” - this is how the death of an astronaut is correctly called. In the presence of the “flicker” itself, everything is discussed: how to deal with a corpse, how the Swedish will be deployed to the ISS, how to confront journalists and how to report the tragedy of the astronaut’s squad. The squad of the potential dead also relies on such training for better realism.

Trainings with living

Even though the “unprecedented conditions” have not yet arrived, astronauts, in addition to their advanced training in space, regularly undergo so-called training in life - high-altitude expeditions, arctic crossings, deep-sea confinement. Future representatives of the Earth in space will begin to live and command robots in the most extreme minds, vibrating skills that may be useful, since the reporting instructions will still not be covered.

Lots of problems on Earth and in space

And yet, extensive preparation before launch does not account for the entire job of an astronaut. The principle of NASA is that careers there do not go to waste: an astronaut who, having cast a media lens after a successful flight after completing an expedition, can become a simple instructor, a graduate student of one of the previous ones which members or, in short, as a backup for the new crew. Ale Rokiv, in five years, will once again have a chance to turn to the starting square. During his career, Hadfield was both an engineer and a communication operator (the person who directly communicates with the ISS crew from Earth), and a NASA representative in Russia. This type of multi-tasking exercises the skills of teamwork and protects against acute illness. It is similar in space - once Chris simultaneously completed two most important operations: urgently helping to open the hatch for the exit of his Russian colleagues in deep space and the convenience of the toilet.

Family support

When the crew falls into orbit, other astronauts are considered the accompanying homelands of those who fly far from the Earth. This means that they are, in essence, obliging personal assistants, children and other relatives who came to say goodbye - from arranging their air tickets until the required temperature is ensured in hotel rooms. An hour before the launch, which astronaut spends time preparing for his family, it turns out to be terribly confusing: try to take dozens of American relatives from wintering Kazakhstan. The family helper looks after and assists his colleague’s family until he leaves orbit, and at one point, perhaps, they switch roles.

A couple of enemas before the start

It’s no less difficult for astronauts to live in quarantine before launching - they are buried, they can’t get along with anyone, and with others they’re stuck together. Be careful to protect them from any possible infections. The whole story does not spare the astronauts from a number of enemas before the launch, and the rest of the author expands the image of superheroes to the information that during the flight stinks appear in diapers: for many years they will not be able to deprive their and chairs.

Primhi and traditions of Baikonur

After the American Space Shuttle program was completed in 2011, the only opportunity to land on the ISS was lost to the Russian Soyuz, which is crashing from Baikonur. A trip to Kazakhstan is a special benefit for older Americans and their families. Hadfield describes how the exhilaration of the cold and inhospitable steppe gives way to burials of good minds (more comfortable, not at Mission Canaveral), evenings with high-pitched fires and dancing on tables (obviously, for relatives, not for themselves) astronauts), explains that dumplings - this is a Russian variety of ravioli, shish kebab - barbecue, and sire - homemade siur, and signifies the numerous and ancient traditions for Americans: drinking a bucket of rocket fuel with ship designers, marveling at “Wherever the sun emptied” (“Russian f Elm, the main character of some kind, tells Lowe Arabian") in front, do not look at the ship in a vertical position until the day of launch, sit on the path, stand under the blessing of the priest, remove your chin from behind the high seater and urinate on the rear right wheel of the bus to transport the astronauts before the rocket, behind the legend, Thus, having created the 1961 rock of Yuri Gagarin.

Robot in orbit

The ISS consists of four main modules - Russian, American, European and Japanese. The station's new crew consists of 6 people, but only three will be lost there - if one has already departed and the replacements have not yet arrived. Representatives of different countries work in their respective countries and may not meet for a number of days, although they want, of course, all important tasks to be carried out smoothly, and the cosmonauts and astronauts are willing to spend their time and at once. The work consists of numerous scientific experiments, many of which involve fate, and constant monitoring of the station. Sometimes you have to work in open space - it’s not done often, but it takes a lot of days to prepare. A crew of three people will spend many months on the ISS.

Stay in orbit

Through the inconvenience, any activity in orbit differs from that on earth. For example, you don’t take a shower on the ISS, because the droplets would inevitably fly all over your sides, and you don’t have to dry yourself with hairy rags. Whether I work with other options, including going (or rather, flying) to the toilet, I have to work with a wet brush near my hand. The walls of the station are upholstered in the middle with a fleecy piece of Velcro, and objects are covered with rubber so that they can be attached to the wall, and as a single way to dispose of things in place. However, astronauts still have to regularly clean the walls for cooking, toast, and other liquids. Since inconveniences require much less physical effort, sports equipment is used to keep in shape on the ISS. Infection at the station - personal laptops and fast internet - Hadfield contributed video on YouTube, marveling at the Toronto Maple Lives matches and talking about people from outer space. Astronauts sleep in sleeping bags attached to the wall, like snowstorms in cocoons, but pillows and mattresses are not needed: from now on, people on the ISS will continue to float in the wind.

• Vidavnitstvo Alpina non-fiction, Moscow, 2015

Who doesn’t want to know how to wash the living modules of the ISS, how to brush their teeth in space, how to eat, sleep and go to the toilet? What do astronauts learn before flying and what do they have to worry about when recruiting a team? What skills are necessary in orbit and why does everyday life on Earth matter? Chris Hadfield has spent nearly 4,000 years in space and is respected as one of the world's most famous and popular astronauts. This knowledge about cosmic flows and the information about them is so great and unique. However, this book is not only about those who live in space and life in orbit.

This is the story of a person who dreamed about space for nine years - and was able to realize her dream, although it would seem that there would be no such chance. This is a useful handyman of life for those who want to die and strive to realize it.

Characteristics of the book

Date written: 2013
Name: . What did 4000 years in orbit teach me?

Volume: 360 sides, 1 illustration
ISBN: 978-5-9614-3905-2
Translator: Dmitro Lazarev
Copyright: Alpina Digital

Peredmova to the book “Kerivnitsvo of an astronaut from the life of the Earth”

Through the windows of the spaceship you watch for miracles in passing. Skin 92 hvilini - a new cake, similar to a leaf pie: the first ball is orange, then the black one is inserted, with fins, inscriptions, dark blue, decorated with sparklers. The dark sunrises of our planet appear like in the valley: the unclimbed mountains that rise in the midst of the extreme plains; green forests, framed by snow; rivers that shine in the sun, that swirl and jiggle like silver worms; the continents are spread out, outlined by the islands scattered by the ocean, silent with creaky pieces of broken egg scarlet.

If I floated in the airlock chamber before the first exit to open space, I knew that in one short time I would see even greater beauty. It’s enough to come to the surface to find yourself in the midst of the grandiose scenery of the Universe, while being tied to a ship that circles around the Earth at a speed of 28,000 km/year. About this moment I died, for the sake of this I spent my entire life. Just short of the great atrocity, I was faced with a mindless problem: how to earn the remaining time and get out of the gateway? The hatch is small and round, and I, with all my tools secured with straps on my chest, and a large backpack with tarnish cylinders and electronics on my back, are square. Square astronaut, round hatch.

As soon as I became an astronaut, I saw myself emerging from outer space like a scene from a movie: the music is loud, the sound is growing, I elegantly walk out of the ship and enter the pitch black, endless cosmic space. ir. But everything wasn’t all that romantic. I would be tempted to stock up on terpines and carefully squeeze through the hatch, lose my senses and concentrate on the routine: try not to get my spacesuit on and not get lost in the safety cord, so as not to stand in front of the guard of the World, otherwise body

I timidly pushed myself out of the hatch, head first, in order to make the world look like the way I saw more than a few dozen people. Behind me was a healthy backpack with a system of motors, plated with a joystick. Vikorist engines that operate on compressed nitrogen, I could turn to the ship at once, if other methods are not lost. The height of mastery is in an obsolete situation.

Square astronaut, round hatch. Who has the history of every life. It’s always hard to figure out how to get where I want to go, if it’s impossible to leave through the doors. On the paper, my career is listed ahead of time: engineer, experimental pilot, experimental pilot, astronaut. A typical way for anyone who has taken this professional step – just like a ruler. But in life everything is not as it is on paper. Life experienced both sharp turns and hopelessness. I was not assigned the astronaut's share. I can become an astronaut for myself.

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Everything started when I was 9 years old. My family spent the summer at our cottage on Stag Island in Ontario. My father worked as a civil aviation pilot, and through parts of the flood he was never at home. Natomist mother was always in charge. If she were free to follow us, she would spend five hours reading in the shade of a tall oak tree. With my older brother Dave, we were full of troubles. The Frenchmen rode on water sleds, and during the day they frolicked around the housework and, sneaking their way to the canoe, swam in the river. There was no TB in the hut, but only our neighbors.

Late evening 20 June 1969 r. My brother and I crossed the great field, which overlooked us from the neighbor’s hut, and squeezed into the living room, where all the inhabitants of the island had already gathered. Dave and I were hanging out on the back of the sofa, and, stretching our necks to try to get some exercise, we were looking at the screen. The person slowly, methodically descended along the support of the spaceship and carefully stepped on the surface of the Moon. The image on the screen was unclear, but I realized that we ourselves were wrong: the impossible became possible. The room was filled with triumph. The elders squeezed each other's hands, and the children squealed and screamed with joy. As if we saw everything, we ourselves were with Neil Armstrong and changed the world at once.

Later, turning back home, I glanced at the Month. She was no longer a distant, unknown celestial body. The month became a month where people walked, prayed, practiced and slept. At this moment I realized that I want to dedicate my life. I saw the traces of how people so kindly deprived me of more than a few words of gratitude. Increase the price of a rocket with jet engines, explore space, expand the boundaries of human knowledge and capabilities - with absolute clarity of mind that I want to become an astronaut.

However, as a child in Canada, I knew that this was impossible. The astronauts were Americans. NASA accepted applications only from the citizens of the United States, and in Canada there was no powerful space agency. Yesterday there was a cumbersome walk on top of the Month, but Neil Armstrong didn’t miss it. Maybe, if I have a chance to walk through the Month, and if the day comes, I may prepare.

I will be old enough to realize that astronaut training has nothing to do with the games in space fields that we spluttered with our brothers on our double-tiered couch under a majestic poster. National Geographic From the images of the Month. But at that hour there was no daily light program in which I could consume, there was no food in which I could read, and there was no one to feed me. I believe that there is only one way. I had a chance to discover, guess, what the next astronaut is obliged to do, if I am only 9 years old, and do the same, then I could begin preparations immediately. What would an astronaut choose: fresh vegetables or potato chips? Did the next astronaut sleep late and get up early to read a book?

An astronaut's life on Earth - Christopher Hadfield (download)

(Informative excerpt from the book)

Six seconds until the start. The engines started, and we were pushed forward under the influence of this new force applied to the ship, which initially leaned a little to the side, and then again pulled vertically into the string. At this moment there is intense vibration and loud noise in the cabin. You will see that the majestic dog has scooped us up with its cracks and trampled, and then, reproached by the giant invisible ruler, spit us straight into the sky and walk towards the Earth. Feeling like a mess, victory, dreams.

And it also seems that the great vantage at maximum speed hit us hard at the back. Ale tse is normal, maybe they beat us to it, so it will be like this. I just continued to chew through my ears, quickly scrolling through my tables and checklists in my head, without moving my eyes to the buttons and lights above my head, looking at the computer monitors for signals about problems, trying not to blink. The launch tower was already behind us for a long time, and we rushed up the hill with a roar, pressed into our seats with increasing force,
at that hour, as the fire of our rocket burned and lightened. After 45 seconds, the rocket became louder. Another 30 miles later, the higher and lower Concorde flew: they reached Mach number equal to two, and continued to gain momentum. Like a racing car, only a lot of times are cooler.

I'm in space, non-homogy, and to get here, it was necessary everything is missing 8 hvilin and 42 seconds. Well, plus a thousand days of preparation

Two weeks after the start, we raced at a speed that is approximately six times greater than the speed of sound, and when the first stage of the acceleration was released, we rushed up the hill with renewed vigor. I was concentrating on controlling the parameters, but at the edge of my eye I noticed how the color of the sky had changed from light blue to dark blue, and then black.

Then suddenly there was silence: we reached Mach 25, orbital fluidity, the engines gradually quieted down, and I noticed how a bunch of saw particles had completely flowed into the mountain. Uphill. I stepped back from my checklists for a few seconds and marveled at how the stench spread through the air and then died down, instead of falling into a fake. I saw myself as a little child, a charmer, a very generous person. I'm in space, homeless, and it took only 8 minutes and 42 seconds to get here. Well, plus a thousand days of preparation.

Preparation

Sometimes, when people find out that I’m an astronaut, they ask: What do you do if you’re not flying in space? They have developed a feeling that between launches we spend more than an hour in Huston’s cooling-off rooms and literally breathe before the onset of launch. Talk about astronauts just a little bit, if they stink in space or are going to destroy there, then there is no basis for hostility. It always seems to me that I will disappoint people if I tell them the truth: we may spend our entire working lives in training on Earth.

Over the years, I have had the opportunity to occupy a variety of roles, ranging from a member of various committees to the head of the control center of the International Space Station in Houston. Having found a job in ground services, which I had the opportunity to do and which I believe brought a lot of knowledge, - a connection operator - a satellite operator of the ground-based space service, who is in charge of the control center for the negotiations. with astronauts in orbit. The communication operator acts as the main channel of information between the control center and the astronauts in orbit, and its robot - through endless testing, similar to a crossword puzzle that grows with the same fluidity that you You will remember this.

When I start flying in space again in the spring of 2011 at the warehouse of the STS-100 mission, I will be more aware of the whole complex mosaic of space flight, and not lose my small role in it. It’s not deceiving, it’s not a blessing of a chance to the chance of Virushiti into space wound (Zrozumilo, the American Astronavti Mali Priotity under the rosa Polotiv shutliv, Adja Cosmіchnі Ship was held in the USA, I put an American sovereign).

Open space

Going out into open space is like climbing a mountain, lifting a barbell, touching a little machine and watching a sly wise ballet dance,
And all at the same time, while being packed in a bulky spacesuit that rips off your fingers and collarbones. At zero gravity, many simple tasks become incredibly important. Simply turning the wrench to tighten the bolt can be as easy as changing a wheel on a car while standing on a hoop with goalie gloves on your hands.

Login to open space- how can you see yourself up the mountain, lift the barbell, thank the little machine and show off the cunning wisdom of the ballet dance, and all at once

Therefore, the output of the open space is the fruit of vast, clearly coordinated efforts of hundreds of people and countless hours of effort expended in order to transfer all the details and switch off. Above-planning is needed here, the fragments of the robot behind the side of the ship are always unsafe. You risk living in a vacuum, which is absolutely absurd for life. If you are unaccepted, you will not be able to simply rush back to the ship.

I literally practiced robots in bad weather at the Neutral Buoyancy Lab, which is essentially a great swimming pool at the Johnson Space Center. It’s true that I took away from the first cosmic field and worked at the Space Control Center for an hour, teaching me how to better set priorities, how to determine what is truly important, and what would simply be bad to know. What does it mean to understand the boundaries of the ISS, how to move around the station so as not to damage anything, how to carry out repairs and adjust the equipment in real time - these are the main points that I need to understand. During training sessions at the pool, I practice my skin and skin actions to the point of automaticity. This was my task.

Russia

In 2001, I became director of NASA's Russia operations. At that time, most American astronauts did not dare to give up such work. Some were afraid of the enormous friction and tension between the two countries, while others were not in awe of the fact that they would have to come across a foreign culture (even though the alphabet is completely different), in the harsh winters and in everyday life modern devices to make life more comfortable, such as dishwashers or dryers odyagu. And the axis is for the Canadian, who has successfully adapted to the full extent of the Texas language and region
In the upper part of the Mexican inlet, the possibility of a few people living in yet another foreign country was already overwhelming, so I would be happy to cancel this recognition. I want to get the most out of the time spent there, so Helen and I took advanced courses in Russian language (three of our children started at Canadian boarding schools and universities). Helen switched to a remote job in Houston, so she could spend some time in contact with me at Zoryanyi Mistechka, the initial center for astronauts, which was completed in about a year from Moscow. Zoryany NASA had a number of individual townhouses available for Americans, and we could move up to one of them. Then we settled in a typical Russian apartment building, believing that in this way we would have more opportunities to learn about the country and its people.

While we and Volodya marveled at the football, We cut up 70 kilograms of meat, put out a bag of cibulettes and tomatoes for salads and they drank everything that was in the house

And so it happened. We had a chance to speak Russian language a lot. We were treated to wonderful evenings with music, dancing and delicious barbecue - a very tasty Russian version of barbecue. I remember, as one of the mystical waters, Volodya, having decided to dedicate to me the mystical process of choosing, slicing and preparing meat for barbecue. That was the end of the day, and then it took me two more days to reach you. We blessed the meat with a bitter, and raised a toast to everyone with Moldavian cognac.
kind of pig, sipped Russian beer while cutting the half-frozen pork into shanks, pouring red wine into the marinade and in ourselves, and until the end of the day we expressed emotions about the beauty of raw meat and human friendships. While we and Volodya were watching football on a grainy 10-inch TV screen, we cut up 70 kilograms of meat, put a bag of cybulettes and tomatoes on salads, to which we added a bunch of bunches of various herbs and seasonings, and drank everything that was in the house. By the end of the evening, five new buckets of sliced ​​pork were ready, as
it was necessary to grease the fire for the coming day. We became one and the same family (which seemed even more natural, even though I forgot all my speeches at Volodya’s house: my coat, hat, camera and keys). And I had also lost my pride in myself, so on the bus that took me home, I was able to stream, and I didn’t vomit. Well, the best recipe for making shish kebab, which we tried so diligently, has become a secret for me, so I don’t remember at all what we tried.

Navichki

Most of the techniques I have mastered have turned out to be simple, but at the same time unsatisfactory and illogical, in some cases similar to an old aphorism, turned upside down. Astronauts learned that the best way to reduce stress is to talk about friends. We are accustomed to marvel at everything on the bright side and to see the worst that can happen. In fact, when training on simulators, the most common question we have to ask ourselves is: “Well, what is the reason why I can die?” We also know that acting as an astronaut means, in addition, helping families just before the start: bringing them a hedgehog, leaving their handbags, cleaning handbags and running for serverets. Of course, the most important thing is the complex technical speeches, but some of them appear downright mundane. A skinned astronaut can use the toilet if he laughs - we always have to work in space. And we must carefully and scrupulously pack our speeches - having started the “Union”, every single piece of luggage must be strictly secured, otherwise the importance and balance of the ship will be destroyed.

Fear

People have come to realize that it might be really scary to be in a rocket with engines that roar and explode. It's clear that you
Whistle from the street, shake the rocket and say that before the launch there was a loss of four things, and so, among others, in advance that one of your unfaithful moves will ruin you and everyone else - so, it will be even scary. All the fates were in store for me, numerous groups of experts helped me think through,
I’m not afraid of running into any imaginable situation that could happen between anger and landing. As an astronaut, I have taken part in so many realistic imitations of space flight, that once the engines started up and roared properly, my head felt like it was no longer fear. I feel relieved - fix it.

I'm still afraid to stand on the edge of the river. However, letaku either
at the spaceship I'm singing
so I won't fall down

In my opinion, fear arises when you don’t know what to expect and doubt that you can control what is happening. Once you understand what to be afraid of, you no longer feel hopeless and are much less afraid. And if there is no information available, everything seems unsafe. I know this very well, even though I am afraid of heights. When I stand on the edge of the ledge or look down from the balcony of a high-rise booth, I begin to fall into the hole, my thighs begin to sweat, and my legs are inspired to walk in spite of the panic that is growing, which demands that I turn around in a safe place of bliss yno. This physiological reaction does not affect the anitrox. I think everyone is afraid of heights. It is more healthy to feel self-preservation, just like the fear of pythons or the so-called biks.

But I know that for an astronaut or a pilot, the fear of heights is not literal and is a thoughtlessness. How can I understand that going up to heights evokes a primal fear in me? And the truth is simple: I have learned not to kill myself at my own risk.
respect. I'm still afraid to stand on the edge of the river. However, as a pilot or in a spaceship, I sing that I will not fall down, although I know that I am at a great height. The wings, the design of the aircraft, the engines, the speed - everything decreases at altitude just as the surface of the earth decreases below on the Earth. This knowledge and evidence allows me to feel quite comfortable at altitude.

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