Why Russia spends record amounts of money on social support, but continues to live in poverty The World Bank has become involved in the pressing issue of fighting poverty in the Russian Federation. In the latest Russian Economic Report, WorldBank experts told us two pieces of news. One is good, and the other is so-so.

When Galya's husband suddenly died, she was afraid of the emptiness of life. Moreover, their son crashed to death in a car a year and a half earlier. There was a strange story: he was never a reckless driver or, God forbid, a street racer. A quiet home boy, a HSE student, suddenly crashed at a speed of one hundred and forty into a lamppost on Kutuzovsky Prospekt at half past two in the morning. Galya didn't want to see anyone. She walked around the house for hours.

Another regional management structure is being introduced in Russia In March of this year, Russian President Vladimir Putin, at a meeting of the Russian government, ordered the creation of a structure called the “Regional Management Center” (RMC). Its goal is stated very vaguely - monitoring regional problems, assisting in solving them and preventing their occurrence in the future. In fact, this is turning into another tool for dismantling the federal structure of Russia.

Previously, people had different cars. "Pobeda", "Volga" and "Moskvich". I’m not talking about “Winters” and “Zisas,” of course. And the gasoline was different. "A-72" and "A-76". Very cheap. 5.5 kopecks/l in 1962. There was also B-70 gasoline. Even cheaper. For some reason they called it “aviation”. I don’t know how it really is, but the car just took off from him! Like an airplane.

BASIC INCOME COULD REPLACE THE EXISTING NUMEROUS SOCIAL BENEFITS, WHICH REQUIRES “MULTIPLE CONDITIONS” TO BE OBTAINED Dmitry PROKOFIEV specially for Novaya Unconditional basic income (UBI) is one of the most fashionable (and most mythologized) social and economic policy ideas. Recently, a statement about the need to introduce a UBI in Russia was made by the chairman of the United Russia party, Dmitry Medvedev, who had not previously been noticed in his desire to distribute money to citizens.

— With a card or in cash? - asked Sidorov. “Cash, of course,” answered Muravyov. - There are no fools. — In rubles or what? - Or what! - Muravyov laughed. “I think I said: there are no fools.” - Yeah. Then this amount will only be available tomorrow. “Yes, even the day after tomorrow,” Muravyov yawned indifferently or pretended that he didn’t care. - Will we have time? Muravyov looked out the window, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Dima Stremokotsky finished his tea, got up from the table, walked past his wife Alice, thanked him for dinner and left the kitchen. - Cheers! - Alice said after him. She stood up and took a thick, dirty notebook from the shelf. I leafed through it. She chuckled. She tucked it under her arm and followed her husband. I found him in a room that in most families is called “big”.

there was a knock from below U Dasha Grontsman was her married name. Roma Gronzman was a “jiar specialist” - the head of the department for relations with state and government organizations at ETEC, the Eurasian Transport and Energy Corporation. That is, he was a top manager of a major company, and Dasha really liked it. Moreover, he was only thirty-two years old, and she was twenty-seven. Roma was fair-haired and gray-eyed, tall and thin.