Meteoric

Today, frowning grimacing from badly smelling mouths is the only content of any Russian news

Russia suffered a lot of and this was transferred: the fever was white, sometimes a fallen shaking, schizophrenia, paranoia, a diverse parasite ... But now everything is completely different - rumbling, groans and threatens everyone. These formidable symptoms to us-belching, bloating and mucus-are not that they are completely unfamiliar, but somehow grown too much. The diagnosis has not yet been recognized, but it is evident: in our times, it is sick with flatulence, a gas disease is sick. There is a lot of gas in Russia, and it is a smell, fuel, stooping, he is asking out, infection, and always flows us like a coup.

Today, frowning grumbling from badly smelling mouths is the only content of any Russian news. Our patience is about to burst, as Sergei Lavrov says; Russia is about to trample on foreign doctors with a leg; For a long time we harnessed the red line for a long time, endured, trampled, crumbled, scolded our kindness, because we are terribly patient in the struggle for our borders, peaceful, like olives, and nonsense, like hedgehogs, like bears, whose hibernation is too deep - but our vile neighbors threw all the side to us! Patience with angelic, heavenly we corrupted you a bit, but nothing. Now we will crack. Only the “northern stream” will save - it will take an excess of gas from the abdomen and head, and maybe we would have suffered ... but you! You do not want to stubbornly hear the Eurasian voice, you want to use us in the spirit of Western porn, we teach you, hyenas of the free -haired, to love our humane regime, and we are not the same in the nineties! We were so inflated that screeching!

The Mida's duty shiper squeezes, screeches the cattle chorus on the show - he is ready to become a plague of stronger Covid for humanity; And the analysts of Valdai, swollen with a bulging stomach, suffering with such grandeur, which, it seems, is about to ...

Then we will hit the European Mogican with a palm; Then we fart so terribly that our Puke will burst! We can so dirtyly bury the gulska that you will all fall face down, that our meteorite Tungusky will seem simple to be a click, you will not be saved in an iPhone or all in the shelter, - a gloomy Scythian will swing you with such a stream of ancient stench!

Well. It was much worse, but without despair, look: let them tremble outside, all this stink is still inside, and the smell of gas is used to us, although it seems ominous. Not cancer, in general, is not leprosy! Meteorism, a funny thing ... Let the picans burn out in their native snowy steppe - but they do not die from it.

Sit, wrap, tolerate.