In the Kremlin

They burn

August 3, 2010 Vladimir Nadein

In the crimson reflection of fires V. Putin is magnificent. Pogorelians have 50 thousand rubles of compensation. For the construction of new housing, the resumption of property, treatment of burns. For everything about everything. The amount, of course, is mocking. She will not be enough for the reconstruction of a waybill. But this is the law. People of the burnt village, surrounding Putin, in dense despair. They are outraged, they interrupt Putin, they literally do not allow him to utter a word. Usually television ruthlessly exhausts the frames of collective disobedience. But everything is different here. And for a long five minutes to the people allow the people to inval much. Well, wait, as if the crowd of Patient V. Putin is smoking. Well, let me, I will explain to you!

Do not give. Galley. And they even wave their hands immediately in front of the leader. We can say, even here, but they rebel. This is the background. The naughty crowd does not suspect that, according to the thoughtful directorial plan, she plays a naughty crowd. Now there will be a focus. Now a magic bird will fly out, and furious rebels will fall in the wisdom and generosity of the Lord.

Well, here, they shook how much the script is allotted - now it's time. Choosing a window between the cries, V. Putin in an undertone says: they will not give you 50 thousand, no. The crowd submits instantly. You will be given one hundred thousand rubles, V. Putin says quietly and a little sadly, as if without a calculation of a standing ovation. The calculation is correct. Sighs are heard in the crowd. In fact, one hundred thousand - it, of course, is better than fifty. There is enough chickens on the barn. But we are not hens. We can’t sit on that perch. You can’t hang a TV in front of the Nassomat. The murmur is growing again, as if the ninth shaft gaining strength. Now the shaft will boil with foam, pour with rage and collapse, sweeping everything in its path, directly to the tanned flesh of the national leader.

But Putin is ahead of the shaft. For each, the leader clarifies. Yes, one hundred thousand rubles. But not the whole family, no. And for everyone. For each person who suffered from fires. The wild ninth shaft is shared. He crumbles into a small swell in front of his eyes. But this is not the end of a marvelous script. Instead of each burned house, a new one will be built. How much? And nothing! At the expense of the treasury! The ninth shaft is being revived, but there are no traces of its former rage. Now this is a shaft of love, faith, deep gratitude, all cast from bright tears of a dreams that has come true. And already on his highest crest, V. Putin is fulfilling the final chord: all houses, few that are free, and they will be comfortable. Where there is no water supply - it will be. Where there was no road - they will lay. And all this - before the onset of winter.

Well, where are you, rebels and nihilists? Where are you, Stenki Razin, Pugachevs and Lemonovs? Brying from the road, puppies! Accompanied by exclamations of genuine joy, V. Putin, a slender, beautiful, in the Italian shirt Apash, without a hat and dark glasses (cinema, however!) Sits in a quick German limousine to hurry to a new meeting in tireless service to the people. “Each house that has lost the house as a result of a forest fire in the Nizhny Novgorod region will receive 3 million rubles from the state,” Vladimir Putin said after a short time at a meeting in Vyksa.

Even very experienced political scientists often plunge into deep thoughtfulness, trying to distinguish where V. Putin has professional ignorance, and where - just a lie. The whole program that he drew, in a napoleon rising against the backdrop of smoking village heads, is not just a fruit of fantasy on a charitable theme. This program is legally insignificant, financially baseless and organizationally impossible.

To build thousands of houses before the winter, construction capacities are needed. They are concentrated in cities, and the villages were burning, for the most part, distant. So, builders must pay more than usual. Who will pay? Governors - and from the treasury. Who will select and call builders? Governors - and without a competition. Who will determine, how much to bring in the backwood and off -road logs and a window frame? The people of the governor. Who the governors report to? Only before Putin. Will Putin keep track of every new hut? No.

This whole system, purely theoretically, could work if the performing chain consisted of crystal honest, God -fearing people. But if Putin himself is lying hardly every day, free and telik - can you imagine what the governor’s people are capable of, if for a lot of money and a rag?

But the crystal honest would stumble at the first burnt bog. What to rely on in the calculations? Not only far forest cordons, but also the center of Moscow itself is a riddle for BTI. Layers of postscribes, bribes of households, self -will of nouveau riche. In the villages - just darkness. In place of huts are palaces, instead of palaces - Khrushcho. Can a state for each burned rustic holupa to build a bright house worth, as it now turns out, three million state rubles? Fires, by the way, are still far from the end. Can you imagine how many more houses are fun from distant relatives of those whom the governors will call responsible for the urgent construction “before the cold”? Can you imagine how many houses that have never existed in nature will burn these days - to the ground, but on paper?

Lawyers will face the impossibility of definition of the term “victim from the fire”. Complete arbitrariness will reign in the definition who had a cottage (and do it reimburse it?), And who has a truly residential building. The call of V. Putin “smaller bureaucracy” will fully use, as usual, a office crook. In other villages, one address is spelled out for forty Tajiks - are they also one hundred thousand? And if each of them with compensation in half, will they agree to beped out in a quiet way? And if they do not agree, is it difficult to write them out of one piece of paper, and enter them into another?

When many provinces were already burning, in state media in full football, they rolled in full. The authorities did not scratch. Media as feedback in Russia simply does not exist. Only the appearance on the screen of the humane leader opened the way to the crying old women, warmer goats and publicists, whipping curses to a spontaneous fire. It is already compared with the invasion of the Khazar and fascist occupation. The boxes work out the next task: to convince the Russians that all the misfortunes are from the authorities of heaven, but you can only wait for salvation from the authorities of the earth. While the burden is obtained.

Our climate has long been a victim of deliberate slander. Most of our country live outside the typhoons, serious

earthquakes and floods. Our hellish heat is Tyutchevskaya coolness, judging by Texas standards. This year, completely unprecedented for all the time of meteorological observations, about 30 people died in Russia. In the Nizhny Novgorod region, more than ten souls and more than a hundred buildings are lost more than all the victim. In February 2009, in Australia (now there is winter there) - in one day, called the Black Saturday, 400 fires occurred, 173 people were killed and 3,500 houses burned. Greece, Spain, and France suffer from annual spontaneous fire annually and brutally. California, the largest of the American states, in this sense is simply legendary.

It is impossible to imagine what would happen in these countries if they were guided by the domestic principles of sovereign democracy. Most likely, only smoldering coals would remain from them.

These fires should not pass without a trace for us. They distinctly highlighted the wretchedness in which our rapidly wagging state system abides. It burns faster than forests. The local government system, shortening in convulsions, sits with the ass at the fire of universal irritation. The municipalities are tired of moaning. They have miserable rights, but the money for their implementation is still sorry. Putin has been ruled by the country for twelve years, of which eight are a formal guarantor of the Constitution. But it never occurred to him to observe the principle of independence of local authorities. He always crushed these miserable municipalities with a wave of nails. And under the fire - even more so. A little where something will light up, collide or spill - local authorities are to blame for everything.

Insurance in Russia is very generally. They are afraid of him like fire. Everyone who can bypass it side. Monstrous bets, cool optionality, fusion with power structures - all this makes insurance institutions scarecrow for consumers and synecure for the elect. There is no competition in the industry. We stay away from the WTO largely because we do not want to let other insurers - more skillful, less greedy.

In Australia, in fires, they do without the grace of national leaders, relying on insurance companies. In Russia, they prefer paternal care carried out through governors and prosecutors. In California, Pogorelets is abandoned to their fate. He is paid that under the contract, and then - at least the grass does not grow. Our governor will receive money for you, and the house, what is supposed to be, will determine, and even television will bring that a tear of gratitude on the cheek of a simple person does not flas it in the tunnetic.

When the “lame horse” burned in Perm, two of our bosses vied with a vying in the curses of brutal predators-owners. V. Putin even burst into a catchy phrase in the sense that the Ural businessmen violated everything that could be violated. The usual translation of the arrows, which was shown by further events. The prolonged investigation on the famous fire is smoldering in Moscow prisons, but there is no court, although all circumstances are open and known. But the accusation rested on the same thing that the next Putin promises would now turn to nothing. This is a mess with property, conflict legislation, the lack of rights of the lower, all -pervasive corruption, and most importantly - the obvious impotence of the supreme power, lost in its own corridors.

Those who are admitted to these corridors still manage to eavesdrop on some alarming sobs under the doors. However, people are confident in the final celebration of their next meeting. But still - they are burning. Even the most licked television picture is in true.

This truth is simple: grief of the country where meetings about buckets and hoses are held in the light of conflagrations.

RIA Novosti photogrphia,

Drawing by Mikhail Zlatkovsky