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Goblin

March 25, 2008 Anton Oresh

There are places about which it seems that they are actually not. Like Uryupinsk. As if these places are only in fairy tales, jokes, folklore. Here is a kologriv from the same series. And in the Kologriv forest there was a terrible story, meanwhile. The story of a man who was poisoned as a wild beast, having arranged a raid on him, more like a military operation.

As his name was, as if no one still knows. They say that twenty years ago his wife kicked him out of the house. Or he himself left. Because he drank. Or because something was wrong with the apartment question. In short, a man went into the Kostroma forests and began to live there a hermit. He built a borrow and healed, as they taught us at school, "hunting and gathering." It seems not in the distant taiga of Kostroma, but the places are deaf. From the bait of the goblin (so the local ones began to call it) to the village of almost thirty kilometers. He placed traps, caught animals, made skins and sold or exchanged.

The people spoke about the goblin different. Some described him as a terrible giant with a beard and a gun, like a terminator. Others said that an ordinary man, only wild appearance. But Leshy suffered until relatively recently these forests were declared a reserve. And first, the goblin was engaged, whatever one may say, poaching, and now even more so. The foresters could not agree with him, he allegedly even threatened them with reprisal. And it ended that they decided to catch the Leshi and called riot police for this. A few days later they found his bay. What certainly happened there is still incomprehensible, but the version was like this: the goblin himself began to shoot, and there was no choice but to kill him.

It, of course, is true - to engage in poaching is bad. And threatening is not good, and shoot a gun, especially. But I still do not understand why troops are sent against one person to the forest. Here the locals somehow could find a common language with him, not quite he, it turns out, turned into a savage. Maybe he shot, but when they send an army against a person, here you can move with his mind and really start shooting with despair. But there was no normal negotiator nearby, there was no reliable information about what, in fact, this goblin?

But on the same day, the Internet appeared on the Internet of the last minutes of the operation. With the burning hut of the hermit and shooting. The same record was shown on almost all the channels, and these channels somehow sent the brigades to the reserve too quickly in order to illuminate the operation at the scene.

Hunting for a person was served as a show. And he was crowned with the passing of Malakhov “Let them talk”, where they called, as usual, the most authoritative “experts”, and the culmination of the transfer was a teleconference with Moldova, where they found either the real wife of the Leshi, or supposedly his wife. Apparently, the woman did not really know what she was involved. In any case, when she was informed that her husband, let the former, was killed, her amazement was such as a fan not to play. And the actor will not cope.

And then, so that, as they say, to get to the bottom of the truth, here in the studio by television, they conducted a recognition of a corpse! With a photograph of the murdered! Well, what is it?! Is this not the final shift in the phase? What - tell a person about death, whatever one may say, but my husband is like that, in the forehead, in front of millions? And then to immediately conduct an identification - just in front of the whole country. All for show and nothing holy! This is now called a journalistic investigation. This is now considered a journalistic success. And the people are happy to look at how they hunt a person, and how then relatives are naturally tortured, demonstrating the dead man.

But who is it wild here? A man from a forest with traps and a gun or stars and idols of millions, a master of a blue screen, and at the same time a valiant police. I’m already waiting for us to show autopsy on TV, and even better public executions, if the moratorium is canceled. A day later, the show will have another topic, other heroes, and the goblin will perish in the vast expanses of our memory and video archive.