Come on policeman

Ay tswei policeman. At a meeting dedicated to discussing ways to reform the Russian police, Dmitry Medvedev pointed out the right path for this reform.

We need to return the historical name to this very police force!

Rename the police back to the police.

And then order, presumably, will be established by itself.

...The brilliant book by Ilya Ehrenburg, “The Extraordinary Adventures of Julio Jurenito and His Students,” describes in detail the stay of the author and his Teacher in a small Ukrainian town at the height of the Civil War in 1919.

The resort regime of Elizavetgrad turned out to be very peculiar, and we did not immediately get used to it. The fact is that the opponents of the Bolsheviks were distinguished by their diversity - among them there were supporters of the “One, Indivisible”, Ukrainians - simply, Ukrainians - socialists, socialists - simply, anarchists, Poles and at least three dozen large “atmans”, not counting the small ones , who made their living in handicrafts, that is, robbing trains and killing shtetl Jews. All of them fought not only with the Bolsheviks, but also with each other, taking turns seizing our residence for a short time.

Every morning, Jurenito and his apostles first of all found out what kind of power was in the city today:

In three months we went through eleven different governments. You had to be a Teacher, with his brilliant Mexican experience, to get comfortable with this nonsense.

And what documents must be presented to its representatives:

When we went out into the street in the morning, we didn’t know in whose hands the city was, and just in case, in all the pockets of our jackets, vests and trousers we kept various certificates in different languages ​​and dialects, with eagles in a crown and without a crown, with sickles, with tridents, even with a pitchfork, which was in the coat of arms of Father Shilo.

However, there was something permanent in this continuous change. The authorities were not too different from one another:

...it must be said that this diversity was revealed almost exclusively in flags and coats of arms, and had little effect on city life. The inhabitants, freed weekly from the yoke, did not even notice this, since the actions of the “tyrants” and “liberators” were surprisingly similar to each other, moreover, they were all dressed the same, wearing the gray greatcoats of the tsarist army.

And this similarity was by no means only external:

... the traditions of the places affected: in the furnished rooms where the Cheka was located, counterintelligence and all ten subsequent institutions of a homogeneous nature were located. The prison remained a prison, although those who only yesterday had brought troublemakers into it were brought into it - it did not become either a conservatory or a kindergarten. They even shot us in the same traditional wasteland, behind the prison. Everyone, coming, issued laws on freedom and inviolability of the person, introduced a state of siege and the death penalty for the slightest expression of dissatisfaction with the freedom granted.

This is, perhaps, the only constant in the series of authorities and names...

Police, are you talking?

Full speed ahead, change the signs!

And for me, a sinner, almost a century after the death of the Great Provocateur (killed, as predicted, in Konotop because of his boots!), the path to enlightenment and comprehension of the truth was again opened. Or is it yoga flavored with Orthodoxy? Or simply the consequences of unprecedented heat and overheating...