
... And so, therefore, someone from St. Petersburg invited the characters of the Gogol "auditor" to publish a declaration of income. The whim of European trends has risen into the head! The owner is a master, only what income can be, well, for example, the city man?
Yuri our Mikhailovich Skvoznik-Dmukhanovsky?
Judge Lyapkin-Tyapkin, who was guarding their kids' justice ... The specialist of Shpekin, responsible for per lustration ... Mr. Khlopov from the Ministry of Education, Mr. Strawberries from the Ministry of Health, Mr. Pertner from the Ministry of Health ... At the bailiff of Umovvertov, Rashid Gumarovo ...
Only the sovereign salary! And no, no.
And when that evening they gather in a good private club at the local oligarch, the landowner Korobkin, to look into each other's eyes and wipe this federal news, then at first they only drink and moan, and then someone, the easiest and decisive finally pronounces: finally says:
- No, I did not understand, bl ... - Is it seriously or so jokes, nah ...?
They have known him for a long time and all of them too. They know their biographies and connections. They know their dachshunds (not to be confused with the greyhound puppies) ... Just - in the process of re -approved by the mayor - they shared financial flows in complete understanding ... The rustle stood - all over the old area! Now on you: an income declaration. And if, for example, “someone has a fur coat costs five hundred rubles, and his wife is a shawl? ..” (Five hundred-thousand, of course: taking into account the inflation that ran over two centuries ...) And then there will be a sloglokoper, papermarak will not spare the title ...
No, true - are they serious there?
And daring this unpleasant news, officials converge that you do not need to twitch. “There were difficult cases in life, went, even received thanks,” the chief corruption summarizes.
That is, what does "corruption" mean?
It was he in Denmark that would be a corruption! And in our Palestins, from where for three years to download, you can’t give any state to any state, it is part of the landscape. Either birch, then mountain ash, rack bush above the river ... All of its own. He takes in a paw, saws budgets, searches for disagreed non-commissioned officers, but in faith is hard and every Sunday is in the church! Life flows its turn, and every fighter knows his maneuver. One puppies, another with the third state funds; The quarterly Svistunov instead of the cloth of the cloth requisition a batch of Motorola phones from the merchant Chernyaev ...
Or was Chichvarkin the surname of that merchant?
It doesn't matter how the last name! And the name of the company does not matter. “Motorola”, “Sakhalin-2”, “Baikalfinance group” ... Everywhere people are smart, who do not love to let what they float into their hands-and what questions can be for the normal course of Russian life?
Little bowed towards St. Petersburg? So you can still bow. Didn't they take it from the rank? So let me understand humanly! Bashkir oil, Moscow real estate, Krasnoyarsk metal - the whole subject for discussion! Why scare your own?
No, you see, it was not without reason that two rats recently dreamed of recently - one of the tax police, the other from the UBEP. Now, how the door will open, how they come from the Accounts Chamber, as they say: but give here! ..
They will not say anything.
Because in the Accounts Chamber, and in the Kremlin wards, and in every local tent up to the vegetable and hospital - one understanding of the world: one features. Here you can print someone else's letter and give the addressee printed: no one will even be surprised. "Here are your own ..."
Here is our stability - mental, not subject to no change of banners, or global crises. And the devil knows what kind of century prisoners are not fed by the day, he carries cabbage instead of Gabertsup, “Derzhimorda went on a fire pipe, and Prokhorov was drunk”.
You see, from the happiness that I managed to go to the cache in time.