From the underwear. Part 5

From the election struggle, everyone is very tired.

I, I am in a place to meet the voters, were waiting on December fourth.

The responsible for drowning me in shit was also tired. On the Kremlin website Electorat.info, two months with an enviable regularity of the adjustor, a corrector, overwhelming, overdoing the adjacent letters “U” and “X” in the name “Govorukhin”. It turned out very pretty. (As they say, trifling, but nice).

The provocateur with paper about the taxes that I allegedly withdrawn, rose in the middle of the hall at one of the last meetings, did not even pretend that he was an ordinary voter - he rejoiced his own and went away.

The last pre -election hotel from power was wrapped in the Moscow Komsomolets newspaper: four days before the election there was a large article by Alexander Minkin, completely dedicated to me.

A person of a great practical mind - as it turned out later, rather, still practical than a big one - Minkin understood that the date of the release of such an article would automatically make him a scoundrel (and he was not mistaken). Therefore, just in case, he began with reflexions.

Reflexions in Minkin were discovered about fifteen, after which the Golden Feather MK went to the case, for which, in fact, it was dumped into the inkwell.

In essence, the article was to be called "I can not be silent!"

Alexander Viktorovich, it turns out, has long and greatly annoyed my journalism: a low level of humor and education, cynicism, dexterity, bad taste and complete absence of moral guidelines ... All this annoyed him for many years, but he kept, did not tell anyone. With all this irritation, however, he, as the last masochist, continued to carefully listen to my programs and even outline the texts ...

And exactly four days before the election - broke through a person, and how!

Not without reason, feeling like a moral guide of modern journalism (a long-term free life in a removable summer cottage belonging to the presidential administration, of course, gives me the right), Mr. Minkin finally put me a truly large account.

The main line in it was a fucker over the graves. It was about the program “The mreamed cheese”, which came out immediately after the death of hostages in “Nord-Ost”.

“We don't want Maskhadov -

From the Fun Adovo!

Adjusted to hell we

With your reptiles ... "

- the Minkin's verse from that program quoted, made a remark to me (“I could have been silent at the grave”) and solemnly caught his hand: the same verse, it turns out, I stuffed it into the “cheese”, published after Beslan. Then Minkin led to a metaphor: Shenderovich rakes flowers and wreaths from yesterday’s grave and, like a cynical grave, sells them again ...

Oh yes! I trade wreaths from old graves and love to have fun on children's coffins - only in the program published after Beslan, the verse sounded differently, in a literal and figurative sense.

The verb was translated from the future last time:

"We crawled to hell ..."

For the fact that in the days of Nord -Ost was a prospect, Beslan made a reality, embodying the “hellish” metaphor of almost literally - hundreds of children burned alive.

And now - as a person devoid of any moral guidelines - I will allow myself to express one unpleasant version of why Mr. Minkin (a person, in general, not alien to the Russian language) did not hear another sound of the line, did not see a new volume of text, did not understand the meaning of this reference ...

I think he simply did not hear either one or the other program.

... It is embarrassed to remind, but it was for the “Nord-Ostan” “melted cheese” I received the most expensive premium for me-“Journalism as an act”. The best media critics in the country that showed me this honor did not see cynicism in that bitter program.

Maybe this is the matter of insufficient financing of the jury.

For, as it came to me very soon, with the “textured” for the future Minkin text (with earlier quotes from my programs, partly, as you see, falsified), people from there (view upstairs) walked along the journalistic workshop long before the publication, searched for the future author ...

And now, presumably, they found.

It was also called the price for work - “dozen” (not to be confused with ten rubles and rubles in general).

“Leningrad is a small city, Andrei Palych”, as stated in the “Autumn Marathon”. Moscow is also a small city, Alexander Viktorovich.