State government country

Yesterday I went to Zubovsky, 2 - to a wonderful exhibition of photographs from the beginning of the century, from the collection of Sergei Chelnokov. Then he drank coffee and talked about beauty with his heir, great-grandson, and organizer of the exhibition.

And he told me a simple and amazing story.

He told me several of them, and each one is another diagnosis for the country.

Well, for example, about hundreds of unique old photographs - still on glass! — which lie undigitized in state archives.

Moreover, not only did the state never find the money for this - when enthusiasts decided to do the digitization, civil servants asked to gild their pen at the rate of 5 thousand rubles per scan.

But this is just a completely ordinary story.

But it’s phenomenal—albeit as simple as a moo.

While we were talking in the cafe, it turned out that the aunties sitting at the entrance handing out stereo glasses for viewing stereo photographs gave out five of them, but did not give them to the sixth visitor.

Although the organizers made an enormous supply of this optics.

Why don't they issue it? And so. They created a shortage out of the blue, and now people stand in front of their barrier and wait for one of the previous five to hand over their eyepiece...

Moreover, the aunties don’t even mean any kind of bribe (see above); They simply added powers to themselves, increased their importance.

And the day was a success.

“Russia is a state-owned country” (Chekhov, from notebooks).