From the underwear. Part 4

- What are you doing?!

An elderly woman stood in the doorway. Higher education and Jewish nationality were written on her face in large beautiful letters. In the hands of a woman there was a yellow-black scarf with my last name-such scarves were handed out to voters our young agitators.

The “staff” did not understand the reasons for the indignation.

- This is the color of sorrow! - explained the woman.

So I did not analyze our campaign product. The same candidate is useful-expands knowledge of the world.

On the color of sorrow, according to the results of the elections, I certainly developed-and even after some dialogues with voters, I would have to wrapped in their black and yellow scarves from head to toe!

In that very DK “Vnukovo”, lined with cooked aircraft chairs, in the hall rose and entered the dialogue with me, completely unsuccessful aunt. I want to ask, she said. Yes, yes, I readily responded.

And the dialogue began. And what!

You say: democracy, Aunt said, so because Tatar-Mongols! What is the democracy?

When is Tatar-Mongols? -I specified just in case (suddenly, while I am tormented by voters here, someone jumped again). When is the Mongols? Yes, all my life is enemies all my life, aunt answered, Stalin needs it! Everyone has enemies around, I assured, why still might ruin myself? So Olbrait wanted Siberia from Russia to take away, I answered me aunt. I definitely wanted? - I did not believe. Exactly, Aunt reassured. And democracy is a lie, there are what democrats do! Yes, who is the democrats, I ask. But your Putin, answers. And America is generally an aggressor! Wait, I say, what does Putin have to do with it, God with them, with the States; Here is Norway: next to us, the first place in the world in terms of living standards and the first in terms of power control. Vote in a grind and live like a person! So Norway was small, the aunt answered, and we have some kind of rivers to freeze, we will not succeed in democracy.

Here, following the logic of dialogue, I began to leave consciousness by little. What does the river have to do with it? - I shout already in the fog. Iceland is generally a piece of stone on the edge of the Arctic Ocean ...

But the West was chopped, and we won Hitler, Aunt answered.

Every argument bounced off it, and under an unpredictable angle. The dialogue is elm in the aunt’s head and broke up into undigested pieces. I fought about her like Chichikov about a box. I gave up.

You can curse as much as you like, but this is also Russia. And to a large extent - this is exactly what ...

But, therefore, a picture of a political life, right? On the one hand, the Putin democrat, on the other hand, rises, a rogue of janitors with a sign about the “new democracy” in the form of himself, with the third and fourth-also experienced democrats, under the cry of liberalism, which had long cut the mother-mother in small and large pieces ...

And in the middle of this “democracy” there is a stunned grandson aunt, who knows for sure: Stalin is needed!