Spit

I was about ten years old when I was spat in the face. I grew up not at all on "chemistry", but in Moscow, on a moza. The courtyard was like a yard, quite indicative - and therefore, probably, the experience of adolescent humiliation, street and school, is familiar to many people of my generation and older.

Shpana humiliated and intimidated in different ways: she ordered to jump on the spot so that the trifle subject to seize in her pockets, could simply do nothing to do, etc. I repeat: the courtyard was like a yard, and childhood - as a childhood that left on its own, contrary to these rare tricks, in general, good memories - the evil one was almost forgotten over the years. But I did not forget the spit in the face.

It was like that. I hastily crossed the hostile territory on the tasks of the gastronom, when several Gavriks surrounded me and pushed me to the garages. By golly, I don’t remember, I mumbled something or chopped something, only the top-breeder, the bastard-overgrown, flashed the contents of the nose noisily, in a very leisurely chewing move, mixed and ran into my mouth with saliva and suddenly reinforced my physiognomy. To this day, in the order of masochism, I can cause that sensation-sickening-sweet, bodily-solem and disgusting paces on the right cheek.

This sensation was repeated almost with the persuasiveness of Dejavu a week ago, when the judge of the Ingodinsky district court Igor Falileev refused MB Khodorkovsky in parole and announced the reasons for his decision: the reprimand for the refusal to fulfill the “Hands behind the back” command, the lack of encouragement, the lack of enthusiasm in mastering the profession of a seam-modernist (oh, this, as it was on purpose, is a mocking female family in relation to a person made of such male material!) It seems as if the whole list of mentioned sins- Quote from "Invitation to Execution"! There is only a lack of non -participation in camping camps!

They did not even bother to monstrously lie for credibility, to observe visibility in a little less, to refresh the formulas of official lies in the Soviet collective memory. Because they do not pose us in a penny and they spit on all of us - from a billionaire to a tramp near the garbage tank - they wanted to.

And the spit is addressed not so much by Khodorkovsky as to the rest of compatriots, including those who welcome his content in captivity, everyone is excellent. After all, Mikhail Khodorkovsky sees the situation from the inside, from the inside, and he must be more clearly more clearly than us, who see the front side of events. So we are primarily proposed to be content with nauseous, bodily, bodily explanations about the lack of enthusiasm in mastering the profession of a seamstress ...