Kerch State University. Kerch State Marine Technological University. An excerpt characterizing the Kerch State Marine Technological University
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| Kerch State Marine Technological University (KSMTU) |
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| international name |
Kerch State Maritime Technological University |
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| Former names |
Kerch branch of the Kaliningrad Technical Institute of Fishing Industry and Economy, Kerch Marine Technological Institute (KMTI) |
| Year of foundation | |
| Type of |
State University |
| Rector | |
| Location |
Crimea Crimea, Kerch |
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University structureThe university has three faculties:
And four training units:
Areas of training and specialties
Postgraduate studies of the university provide training in the following scientific specialties:
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An excerpt characterizing the Kerch State Marine Technological University- What does this one drive in front of the line? Someone shouted at him again.“Take the left, take the right,” they shouted to him. Pierre took to the right and unexpectedly moved in with the adjutant of General Raevsky, whom he knew. This adjutant looked angrily at Pierre, obviously intending to shout at him too, but, recognizing him, nodded his head to him. – How are you here? he said and rode on. Pierre, feeling out of place and idle, afraid to interfere with someone again, galloped after the adjutant. - It's here, right? May I come with you? he asked. “Now, now,” the adjutant answered and, jumping up to the fat colonel who was standing in the meadow, handed him something and then turned to Pierre. “Why did you come here, Count?” he told him with a smile. Are you all curious? “Yes, yes,” said Pierre. But the adjutant, turning his horse, rode on. “Here, thank God,” said the adjutant, “but on Bagration’s left flank there is a terrible frying going on. – Really? Pierre asked. – Where is it? - Yes, let's go with me to the mound, you can see from us. And it’s still tolerable with us on the battery, ”said the adjutant. - Well, are you going? “Yes, I am with you,” said Pierre, looking around him and looking for his bereator with his eyes. Here, only for the first time, Pierre saw the wounded, wandering on foot and carried on a stretcher. On the same meadow with fragrant rows of hay through which he had passed yesterday, across the rows, awkwardly turning his head, lay motionless one soldier with a fallen shako. Why didn't they bring it up? - Pierre began; but, seeing the stern face of the adjutant, who looked back in the same direction, he fell silent. Pierre did not find his bereytor and, together with the adjutant, rode down the hollow to the Raevsky barrow. Pierre's horse lagged behind the adjutant and shook him evenly. - You, apparently, are not used to riding, count? the adjutant asked. “No, nothing, but she jumps a lot,” Pierre said in bewilderment. - Eh! .. yes, she was wounded, - said the adjutant, - right front, above the knee. Bullet must be. Congratulations, Count,” he said, “le bapteme de feu [baptism by fire]. Passing through the smoke along the sixth corps, behind the artillery, which, moved forward, fired, deafening with its shots, they arrived at a small forest. The forest was cool, quiet and smelled of autumn. Pierre and the adjutant dismounted from their horses and walked up the mountain. Is the general here? asked the adjutant, approaching the mound. “We were just now, let’s go here,” they answered him, pointing to the right. The adjutant looked back at Pierre, as if not knowing what to do with him now. "Don't worry," said Pierre. - I'll go to the mound, can I? - Yes, go, everything is visible from there and not so dangerous. And I'll pick you up. Pierre went to the battery, and the adjutant rode on. They did not see each other again, and much later Pierre learned that this adjutant's arm had been torn off that day. The barrow that Pierre entered was that famous one (later known by the Russians under the name of the kurgan battery, or Raevsky battery, and by the French under the name la grande redoute, la fatale redoute, la redoute du center [large redoubt, fatal redoubt, central redoubt ] a place around which tens of thousands of people were laid and which the French considered the most important point of the position. This redoubt consisted of a mound, on which ditches were dug on three sides. In a place dug in by ditches stood ten firing cannons protruding through the openings of the ramparts. Cannons stood in line with the mound on both sides, also firing incessantly. A little behind the cannons were infantry troops. Entering this mound, Pierre never thought that this place, dug in with small ditches, on which several cannons stood and fired, was the most important place in the battle. Pierre, on the contrary, it seemed that this place (precisely because he was on it) was one of the most insignificant places of the battle. Entering the mound, Pierre sat down at the end of the ditch surrounding the battery, and with an unconsciously joyful smile looked at what was happening around him. Occasionally, Pierre would get up with the same smile and, trying not to interfere with the soldiers loading and rolling the guns, who constantly ran past him with bags and charges, walked around the battery. The cannons from this battery fired incessantly one after another, deafening with their sounds and covering the whole neighborhood with gunpowder smoke. In contrast to the eerie feeling between the infantry soldiers of the covering, here, on the battery, where a small number of people engaged in business are white limited, separated from others by a ditch, here one felt the same and common to all, as if family animation. The appearance of the non-military figure of Pierre in a white hat first struck these people unpleasantly. The soldiers, passing by him, looked with surprise and even fear at his figure. The senior artillery officer, a tall, pockmarked man with long legs, as if in order to look at the action of the last gun, approached Pierre and looked at him curiously. A young, round-faced officer, still a perfect child, obviously just released from the corps, disposing of the two guns entrusted to him very diligently, turned sternly to Pierre. “Sir, let me ask you out of the way,” he said to him, “it’s not allowed here. The soldiers shook their heads disapprovingly, looking at Pierre. But when everyone was convinced that this man in a white hat not only did nothing wrong, but either sat quietly on the slope of the rampart, or with a shy smile, courteously avoiding the soldiers, walked along the battery under the shots as calmly as along the boulevard, then little by little, a feeling of unfriendly bewilderment towards him began to turn into affectionate and playful participation, similar to that which soldiers have for their animals: dogs, roosters, goats, and in general animals living with military teams. These soldiers immediately mentally accepted Pierre into their family, appropriated and gave him a nickname. “Our master” they called him and they affectionately laughed about him among themselves. One core blew up the ground a stone's throw from Pierre. He, cleaning the earth sprinkled with a cannonball from his dress, looked around him with a smile. - And how are you not afraid, master, really! - the red-faced broad soldier turned to Pierre, baring his strong white teeth. – Are you afraid? Pierre asked. – But how? answered the soldier. “Because she won’t have mercy. She slams, so the guts out. You can't help but be afraid," he said, laughing. Several soldiers with cheerful and affectionate faces stopped near Pierre. They did not seem to expect him to speak like everyone else, and this discovery delighted them. “Our business is soldiery. But the sir, so amazing. That's the barin! - In places! - shouted a young officer at the soldiers gathered around Pierre. This young officer, apparently, performed his position for the first or second time, and therefore treated both the soldiers and the commander with particular distinctness and uniformity. The erratic firing of cannons and rifles intensified throughout the field, especially to the left, where Bagration's flashes were, but because of the smoke of shots from the place where Pierre was, it was almost impossible to see anything. Moreover, observations of how, as it were, a family (separated from all others) circle of people who were on the battery, absorbed all the attention of Pierre. His first unconsciously joyful excitement, produced by the sight and sounds of the battlefield, was now replaced, especially after the sight of this lonely soldier lying in the meadow, by another feeling. Sitting now on the slope of the ditch, he watched the faces around him. |
Probably, there is not a single boy who, at least for a short time, but dreamed of adventure and distant lands. And in Kerch, a port city, and even more so, many dreamed of exciting voyages. After all, almost every family has a sailor who served in a fishing artel or on long-distance ships, and endless maritime stories excite the imagination.
Kerch Marine Technological University makes dreams of the sea come true. Founded 20 years ago, the university has earned the reputation of the leading university in Ukraine, which trains specialists in the maritime profile. Its branches in Feodosia, Odessa, Kherson and Belgorod-Dnestrovsky work on the basis of KSMTU. Kerch University provides students with a hostel, lecture halls, reading rooms, simulators and computers, specialized laboratories and classrooms. And in the library, students will find specialized literature, the volume of which exceeds 100,000 copies.
Many Ukrainian students today travel to America on special programs that allow them to earn money and learn English better. The Work and travel 2012 program is popular among students because it helps to partially satisfy the thirst for travel. Usually the trip lasts 3-4 months, in the summer, so as not to interfere with the educational process.
Frigate "Khersonesos" in Kerch
Students travel to KSMTU for half a year from April to October. The university owns a sailboat, which has been laid up for several years, two small vessels, a training and training center and a boat and training base.
"Khersones" last flight in 2006
It was on the Khersones, the legendary sailing ship that rounded Cape Horn, that the students had an internship, during which they visited dozens of countries and seas. After and during their studies, future sailors are trained in shipping companies in Germany and the UK.
