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Kiryuhi

March 2, 2010 Viktor Shenderovich

What was it?
Sports holiday? What a hell is a holiday! Unfortunate athletes apologized to the Russian people one by one, like Chinese drug dealers before a public execution in the square.

It was anything, but not by joy.
Pagan Camlavia in the Temple, with the blessing of Cheburashki and the remembrance of the fallen heroes of the war of 1812, the social obligation of gold, a disturbing annual expectation of a medal table, growing irritation with a waning hope for the best, a curse of the dashing nineties that destroyed the domestic school of paired skiing, the usual anathema to the world, who was talking against Russia, tear -off telegrams from the bosses, nervous, on the verge of hysteria, cries of commentators in the moments of mistakes - and pure hysteria, far beyond the line, in rare minutes of luck ...
“The dreary expectation of victory”, as brilliantly, although unexpectedly for himself, the entertainer of the state channel was expressed ...
Victory did not wait. And, without reaching the Canadian gate, the millionaire-Gopot Ovechkin broke the liquid crystal monitor from the digital camera of his own fan. So we will win!
In the old story, Zoshchenko Monter said nothing, "but in his soul he hid some rudeness." Monter was a smart person: he still said nothing ...
“In Sochi, everything will be different,” Lobachev’s figure skating coach encouraged Russians. “We will take revenge on this Olympics.”
Oh yes. They still wash our blood, these Americans ...
But the Morok passed, and, as after a heavy binge, the world began to return to the everyday outlines. We must again go for bread, wash the dishes, take the children from the kindergarten ... without Ovechkin and Patriarch, without Tyakachev and Guberniev, without Bosos and Chilled ...
And life all this time, I must say, did not stand still. The cops continued to shift citizens on duty, state employees - to be poor; In the Caucasus, in the usual daily mode, there was the killing of the servants and civilians ... in the Moscow, who was fulfent from the snow mess, went into fashion to shoot at an accident from traumatic weapons ...
A significant effort of will is necessary to switch attention from Kerling to all this nonsense.
No, no, and not again! We don't want to! Open me a dungeon, give me the litter of the day, show me Plushenko, and better immediately with Bilan - this is the drama that he was touched, this is an attempt to humiliate Russia ... Let the mountain of dishes grow and the children will be confused in snot - we will not forget and forgive me!
"Our mother Rasia to the whole world of Ga-la-va!" - Suddenly sang Kiryuha with a wild voice, choked and fell silent. The steppe echo picked up his voice, carried, and it seemed that stupidity itself rolled along the steppe on heavy wheels ... "
This is from Chekhov's "Steppe". From the steppe in which we live so.

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