
Putin's Russia plunges to its destination slowly and solemnly, declaring itself in the course of either the liberal empire or oil and gas. The people are mainly silent, and television clerks carefully try to warm up him with shouts: "Long live the king Vladimir Vladimirovich!"
The layer, which was riding in different times, identified as the brain of the nation, the conscience of the nation, the nation, the nation, crumbles from too loud sounds displeasedly and on every half -land begins to ask timid, puzzled questions - “is it not a mess instead of music?”, “What is the integral vector of our movement?”, “Do you know, Vladimir Vladimirovich, what is it. Equal? " And finally, in a whisper - "And then what, and then what?"
Then someone's invisible hand removes the mass, and a piece character appears on the platform. A bald, stooped, subtle master in an impeccable three, with a pot and a cane, with the manners of an eternal timid teenager. “Look at me, gentlemen. I am a typical representative of your middle class by income, education, worldview, in moral and intellectual qualities, I work, earn on my work, I use everyday freedom (and it is more important than political).
And once I was even hanged by Pavlovsky himself on Kreml.org. This is the same as if Batum (God forbid, I do not compare the scale of talents) at the Moscow Art Theater, and not S. Kurginyan, but K. Stanislavsky.
Believe me, gentlemen, it is also unpleasant for me, moreover, it is disgusting when Putin is so fiercely praised. But when they scold Putin furiously with me, I am also disgusted to me. Over the 6 years of Putin’s reign, all those horrors have not happened that some of you gloated each other, we still have a normal life - with a raw material economy, a good level of education, a rather large middle class, relative household comfort. Yes, of course, with an ineffective bureaucracy, rudeness of police ...
What? What are you saying? Chekists? But mercy, gentlemen, the Chekists have always been "part of the power that always wants evil and always performs good." Isn't that what Bulgakov wrote about this? They streamline chaos, they, too, might want us all of us to stroke our smart heads. But sometimes some of us need to be beaten, beat on these very heads. I myself have repeatedly and, unfortunately, unsuccessfully demanded from our humane power the introduction of the death penalty and military field tribunals.
Otherwise, it is impossible, gentlemen, otherwise horror, nonsense, chaos of a free rebellious people, led by Colonel Kvachkov with naked breasts and grenade launcher. We must bless this power, which, with its bayonets and prisons, protects us from folk fury.
That's how, gentlemen. And that's enough for us to think what later and what is how much. Our emperor, Vladimir Vladimirovich, considered you, he will think about you in all matters. He knows better. By wagons, gentlemen, by wagons. "
A short, stifled click came from the station toilet. "What is it?" - the eternal, timid teenager with a wise sorrowful smile froze on his face was tiredly. “Yes, we were soaked alone here, your highly,” the former intelligentsia hesitatedly hesitated.