Siberian Automobile and Road Institute. Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy. Student reviews about the organization
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History of SibADI
In 1930, by the decision of the Council of People's Commissars of the USSR and the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks, 5 automobile and highway institutes were organized in the Tsudortrans system: in Moscow (), Leningrad (LADI), Saratov (SADI), Kharkov (KHADI) and Omsk (SibADI).
In the city (order No. 978 dated April 14, 1999) SibADI on the basis of the order of the Ministry of General and vocational education RF was renamed the Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy (SibADI).
The SibADI Technology Transfer Center was created in the city and the technology transfer network “Domestic Innovations in Transport and Construction” was launched.
Faculties and institutes of SibADI
- Faculty of Highways and Bridges
- Faculty of Automotive Transport
- faculty " Information Systems in management"
- Civil Engineering Institute
- Faculty of Oil and Gas and Construction Engineering
- Faculty of Economics and Management
- Correspondence faculty
SibADI graduates
Among SibADI graduates:
- Yu. V. Yushkov - head of the Tyumendorstroy trust, awarded the Order of Lenin;
- I. P. Bogatyrev - head of the Omsk Regional Motor Transport Administration, Hero of Socialist Labor;
- E. F. Kaminsky - Hero of Socialist Labor, Honored Builder of the Russian Federation, head of a construction trust;
- I. D. Laptev - Doctor of Technical Sciences, editor of the newspaper Izvestia, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, Chairman of the Chamber of the Council of the Union;
- A. V. Filipenko - Governor of the Khanty-Mansiysk Okrug;
- V. F. Schrader - mayor of Omsk;
- V.V. Dvorakovsky - mayor of Omsk;
- S. E. Poleshchuk - Deputy Head of the Federal Road Agency of Russia (Rosavtodor);
- CM. Topal - Gagauz political and public figure;
- S. M. Titov - Director of the Voronezh branch of the State Company "Russian Highways", since 2013 - Minister of Transport of the Novosibirsk Region.
- Ya. V. Zelinsky - deputy of the State Duma of the VI convocation from the Omsk region, LDPR faction
The names of such scientists as A. I. Anokhin, T. V. Alekseeva, K. A. Artemyev, K. Kh. Tolmachev, V. I. Nikolin. A.K. Gavrilov, V.M. Mogilevich, A.S. Parfenov, M.A. Petrov, V.E. Kaganovich, E.V. Kosterin, I.A. Kholmyansky, P.L. Shevchenko, V.O. Sherstyuk and many others are forever inscribed in the history of SibADI.
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Literature
- Roads are dear to us: Omskavtodor is 60 years old. Omich edition. Omsk. 1994.
- Essay on the history of the Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute. A. G. Zapodovnikova. Parts 1, 2, 3. Published by SibADI. Omsk. 1994.
- Essays on the history of SibADI. A. G. Zapodovnikova, A. D. Kolesnikov, V. D. Polkanov, N. G. Yakushina. Publishing house SibADI. Omsk. 2000.
- Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy (SibADI) today. O. S. Okhten. Publishing house "Leo". Omsk. 2010.
- Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva, 1930-1980: (information directory). Ministry of Higher and Secondary Special Education of the RSFSR. Publishing house "Omskaya Pravda". Omsk. 1980.
- Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva. Bibliographic index of printed works by SibADI employees for 1968-1977. Library of the Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva. [comp. L.P. Belyaeva]. Omsk. 1981.
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An excerpt characterizing the Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy
But he had not yet had time to realize that the colonel had been killed, that the one shouting “brothers!” There was a prisoner who, in front of his eyes, was bayoneted in the back by another soldier. As soon as he ran into the trench, a thin, yellow, sweaty-faced man in a blue uniform, with a sword in his hand, ran at him, shouting something. Pierre, instinctively defending himself from the push, since they, without seeing, ran away from each other, put out his hands and grabbed this man (it was a French officer) with one hand by the shoulder, with the other by the proud. The officer, releasing his sword, grabbed Pierre by the collar.For several seconds, they both looked with frightened eyes at faces alien to each other, and both were at a loss about what they had done and what they should do. “Am I taken prisoner or is he taken prisoner by me? - thought each of them. But, obviously, the French officer was more inclined to think that he was captured because strong hand Pierre, driven by involuntary fear, squeezed his throat tighter and tighter. The Frenchman wanted to say something, when suddenly a cannonball whistled low and terribly above their heads, and it seemed to Pierre that the French officer’s head had been torn off: he bent it so quickly.
Pierre also bowed his head and let go of his hands. Without thinking any more about who took whom prisoner, the Frenchman ran back to the battery, and Pierre went downhill, stumbling over the dead and wounded, who seemed to him to be catching his legs. But before he had time to go down, dense crowds of fleeing Russian soldiers appeared towards him, who, falling, stumbling and screaming, ran joyfully and violently towards the battery. (This was the attack that Ermolov attributed to himself, saying that only his courage and happiness could have accomplished this feat, and the attack in which he allegedly threw the St. George crosses that were in his pocket onto the mound.)
The French who occupied the battery ran. Our troops, shouting “Hurray,” drove the French so far beyond the battery that it was difficult to stop them.
Prisoners were taken from the battery, including a wounded French general, who was surrounded by officers. Crowds of wounded, familiar and unfamiliar to Pierre, Russians and French, with faces disfigured by suffering, walked, crawled and rushed from the battery on stretchers. Pierre entered the mound, where he spent more than an hour, and from the family circle that accepted him, he did not find anyone. There were many dead here, unknown to him. But he recognized some. The young officer sat, still curled up, at the edge of the shaft, in a pool of blood. The red-faced soldier was still twitching, but they did not remove him.
Pierre ran downstairs.
“No, now they will leave it, now they will be horrified by what they did!” - thought Pierre, aimlessly following the crowds of stretchers moving from the battlefield.
But the sun, obscured by smoke, still stood high, and in front, and especially to the left of Semyonovsky, something was boiling in the smoke, and the roar of shots, shooting and cannonade not only did not weaken, but intensified to the point of despair, like a man who, straining himself, screams with all his might.
The main action of the Battle of Borodino took place in the space of a thousand fathoms between Borodin and Bagration’s flushes. (Outside this space, on the one hand, a demonstration by Uvarov’s cavalry was made by the Russians at midday; on the other hand, beyond Utitsa, there was a clash between Poniatowski and Tuchkov; but these were two separate and weak actions in comparison with what was happening in the middle of the battlefield.) On the field between Borodin and the flushes, near the forest, in the open and visible from both sides, the main action of the battle took place in the most simple, ingenuous way.
The battle began with a cannonade from both sides from several hundred guns.
Then, when the smoke covered the entire field, in this smoke two divisions moved (from the French side) on the right, Dessay and Compana, on fléches, and on the left the regiments of the Viceroy to Borodino.
From the Shevardinsky redoubt, on which Napoleon stood, the flashes were at a distance of a mile, and Borodino was more than two miles away in a straight line, and therefore Napoleon could not see what was happening there, especially since the smoke, merging with the fog, hid all terrain. The soldiers of Dessay's division, aimed at the flushes, were visible only until they descended under the ravine that separated them from the flushes. As soon as they descended into the ravine, the smoke of cannon and rifle shots on the flashes became so thick that it covered the entire rise of that side of the ravine. Something black flashed through the smoke - probably people, and sometimes the shine of bayonets. But whether they were moving or standing, whether they were French or Russian, could not be seen from the Shevardinsky redoubt.
The sun rose brightly and slanted its rays straight into the face of Napoleon, who was looking from under his hand at the flushes. Smoke lay in front of the flashes, and sometimes it seemed that the smoke was moving, sometimes it seemed that the troops were moving. People's screams could sometimes be heard behind the shots, but it was impossible to know what they were doing there.
Napoleon, standing on the mound, looked into the chimney, and through the small circle of the chimney he saw smoke and people, sometimes his own, sometimes Russians; but where what he saw was, he did not know when he looked again with his simple eye.
He stepped off the mound and began to walk back and forth in front of him.
From time to time he stopped, listened to the shots and peered into the battlefield.
Not only from the place below where he stood, not only from the mound on which some of his generals now stood, but also from the very flashes on which were now together and alternately the Russians, the French, the dead, the wounded and the living, frightened or distraught soldiers, it was impossible to understand what was happening in this place. For several hours at this place, amid incessant shooting, rifle and cannon fire, first Russians, sometimes French, sometimes infantry, sometimes cavalry soldiers appeared; appeared, fell, shot, collided, not knowing what to do with each other, screamed and ran back.
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Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy (SibADI listen)) - higher education institution in Omsk.
History of SibADI
In 1930, by the decision of the Council of People's Commissars of the USSR and the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks, 5 automobile and highway institutes were organized in the Tsudortrans system: in Moscow (), Leningrad (LADI), Saratov (SADI), Kharkov (KHADI) and Omsk (SibADI).
In the city (order No. 978 of April 14, 1999), SibADI, on the basis of an order of the Ministry of General and Professional Education of the Russian Federation, was renamed into the Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy (SibADI).
The SibADI Technology Transfer Center was created in the city and the technology transfer network “Domestic Innovations in Transport and Construction” was launched.
Faculties and institutes of SibADI
- Faculty of Highways and Bridges
- Faculty of Automotive Transport
- Faculty of Information Systems in Management
- Civil Engineering Institute
- Faculty of Oil and Gas and Construction Engineering
- Faculty of Economics and Management
- Correspondence faculty
SibADI graduates
Among SibADI graduates:
- Yu. V. Yushkov - head of the Tyumendorstroy trust, awarded the Order of Lenin;
- I. P. Bogatyrev - head of the Omsk Regional Motor Transport Administration, Hero of Socialist Labor;
- E. F. Kaminsky - Hero of Socialist Labor, Honored Builder of the Russian Federation, head of a construction trust;
- I. D. Laptev - Doctor of Technical Sciences, editor of the newspaper Izvestia, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, Chairman of the Chamber of the Council of the Union;
- A. V. Filipenko - Governor of the Khanty-Mansiysk Okrug;
- V. F. Schrader - mayor of Omsk;
- V.V. Dvorakovsky - mayor of Omsk;
- S. E. Poleshchuk - Deputy Head of the Federal Road Agency of Russia (Rosavtodor);
- CM. Topal - Gagauz political and public figure;
- S. M. Titov - Director of the Voronezh branch of the State Company "Russian Highways", since 2013 - Minister of Transport of the Novosibirsk Region.
- Ya. V. Zelinsky - deputy of the State Duma of the VI convocation from the Omsk region, LDPR faction
The names of such scientists as A. I. Anokhin, T. V. Alekseeva, K. A. Artemyev, K. Kh. Tolmachev, V. I. Nikolin. A.K. Gavrilov, V.M. Mogilevich, A.S. Parfenov, M.A. Petrov, V.E. Kaganovich, E.V. Kosterin, I.A. Kholmyansky, P.L. Shevchenko, V.O. Sherstyuk and many others are forever inscribed in the history of SibADI.
Write a review on the article "Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy"
Literature
- Roads are dear to us: Omskavtodor is 60 years old. Omich edition. Omsk. 1994.
- Essay on the history of the Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute. A. G. Zapodovnikova. Parts 1, 2, 3. Published by SibADI. Omsk. 1994.
- Essays on the history of SibADI. A. G. Zapodovnikova, A. D. Kolesnikov, V. D. Polkanov, N. G. Yakushina. Publishing house SibADI. Omsk. 2000.
- Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy (SibADI) today. O. S. Okhten. Publishing house "Leo". Omsk. 2010.
- Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva, 1930-1980: (information directory). Ministry of Higher and Secondary Special Education of the RSFSR. Publishing house "Omskaya Pravda". Omsk. 1980.
- Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva. Bibliographic index of printed works by SibADI employees for 1968-1977. Library of the Siberian Automobile and Highway Institute named after. V.V. Kuibysheva. [comp. L.P. Belyaeva]. Omsk. 1981.
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An excerpt characterizing the Siberian State Automobile and Highway Academy
- How are you, father!? Tell me what it looks like, this other life?.. What is it like?– She’s wonderful, dear!.. Only she’s still unusual. And so different from our former earthly one!.. Here people live in their own worlds. And they are so beautiful, these “worlds”!.. But I still can’t do it. Apparently, it’s still too early for me... – the voice fell silent for a second, as if deciding whether to speak further.
- Your Girolamo met me, daughter... He is as alive and loving as he was on Earth... He misses you very much and yearns. And he asked me to tell you that he loves you just as much there... And is waiting for you whenever you come... And your mother is with us too. We all love and are waiting for you, dear. We really miss you... Take care of yourself, daughter. Don’t let Karaffa have the joy of mocking you.
– Will you come to me again, father? Will I hear you again? – afraid that he would suddenly disappear, I prayed.
- Calm down, daughter. Now this is my world. And Caraffa's power does not extend to him. I will never leave you or Anna. I will come to you whenever you call. Calm down, dear.
- How do you feel, father? Do you feel anything?.. – a little embarrassed by my naive question, I still asked.
– I feel everything that I felt on Earth, only much brighter. Imagine a pencil drawing that is suddenly filled with colors - all my feelings, all my thoughts are much stronger and more colorful. And one more thing... The feeling of freedom is amazing!.. It seems that I am the same as I have always been, but at the same time completely different... I don’t know how to explain it to you more precisely, dear... As if I can immediately embrace everything the world, or just fly far, far, to the stars... Everything seems possible, as if I can do anything I want! It’s very difficult to tell, to put into words... But believe me, daughter, it’s wonderful! And one more thing... I now remember all my lives! I remember everything that once happened to me... It’s all amazing. This “other” life, as it turned out, is not so bad... Therefore, don’t be afraid, daughter, if you have to come here, we will all be waiting for you.
– Tell me, father... Are people like Caraffa really waiting there too? wonderful Life?.. But, in this case, this is again a terrible injustice!.. Will everything really be like on Earth again?!.. Will he never receive retribution?!!
- Oh no, my joy, there is no place for Karaffa here. I've heard people like him go into a terrible world, but I haven't been there yet. They say this is what they deserve!.. I wanted to see it, but I haven’t had time yet. Don't worry, daughter, he'll get what he deserves when he gets here.
“Can you help me from there, father?” I asked with hidden hope.
– I don’t know, dear... I haven’t understood this world yet. I am like a child taking its first steps... I have to first “learn to walk” before I can answer you... And now I have to go. Sorry, honey. First I must learn to live between our two worlds. And then I will come to you more often. Take courage, Isidora, and never give in to Karaffa. He will definitely get what he deserves, believe me.
My father’s voice became quieter until it became completely thin and disappeared... My soul calmed down. It really was HIM!.. And he lived again, only now in his own, still unfamiliar to me, posthumous world... But he still thought and felt, as he himself had just said - even much brighter than when he lived on Earth. I could no longer be afraid that I would never know about him... That he had left me forever.
But my feminine soul, in spite of everything, still grieved for him... About the fact that I couldn’t just hug him like a human being when I felt lonely... That I couldn’t hide my melancholy and fear on his wide chest, wanting peace... That his strong, gentle palm could no longer stroke my tired head, as if saying that everything would work out and everything would definitely be fine... I desperately missed these small and seemingly insignificant, but such dear, purely “human” joys, and the soul was hungry for them, unable to find peace. Yes, I was a warrior... But I was also a woman. His only daughter, who used to always know that even if the worst happened, my father would always be there, would always be with me... And I painfully missed all this...
Somehow shaking off the surging sadness, I forced myself to think about Karaffa. Such thoughts immediately sobered me up and forced me to gather myself internally, since I perfectly understood that this “peace” was just a temporary respite...
But to my greatest surprise, Caraffa still did not appear...
Days passed and anxiety grew. I tried to come up with some explanations for his absence, but, unfortunately, nothing serious came to mind... I felt that he was preparing something, but I could not guess what. Exhausted nerves gave way. And in order not to completely go crazy from waiting, I started walking around the palace every day. I was not forbidden to go out, but it was also not approved, therefore, not wanting to continue being locked up, I decided for myself that I would go for a walk... despite the fact that perhaps someone would not like it. The palace turned out to be huge and unusually rich. The beauty of the rooms amazed the imagination, but personally I could never live in such eye-catching luxury... The gilding of the walls and ceilings was oppressive, infringing on the craftsmanship of the amazing frescoes, suffocating in the sparkling environment of golden tones. I paid tribute with pleasure to the talent of the artists who painted this wonderful home, admiring their creations for hours and sincerely admiring the finest craftsmanship. So far no one has bothered me, no one has ever stopped me. Although there were always some people who, having met, bowed respectfully and moved on, each rushing about his own business. Despite such false “freedom,” all this was alarming, and each new day brought more and more anxiety. This “calm” could not last forever. And I was almost sure that it would definitely “give birth” to some terrible and painful misfortune for me...
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