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Do not sing, beauty, with me

August 6, 2010 Natella Boltyanskaya

For me, so at a private meeting of the prime minister with the losers of their common department, let them sing in chorus that they want ... He told one prisoner of Soviet power, as in the late 50s in the Politsai zone, they saw the elaborate, they sang in chorus “... we will never forget about Oleg Koshevoy” ... Songs are such a thing ... according to Freud. I will have a more fidder question-about why the homeland begins ... Given: a small state in the Middle East. There, as Vysotsky sang, a quarter of our former people. More precisely, about 200 thousand people with Russian passports (here are an interview with the ambassador of the Russian Federation, where these figures are indicated).

So, these people are our fellow citizens. But due to various circumstances, they live in another state. Sometimes they have problems-someone expires the duration of the passport, someone receives a Russian pension, someone has other issues leading it to Russian diplomatic structures. And then a strange story begins, directly exuding a forgotten and alarming nostalgic aroma. The line in the consulate must be occupied by either light or dawn. Once a lucky one and having been among the few elected who will be able to go inside, you are not at all without a bitch, without a bitch you can hand over documents and get the desired. Bureaucratic slingshots begin. They can be avoided with the help of firms of unclear origin.

And now, in fact, the story is briefly. A certain citizen appeals to the consulate and in the process of circulation finds out that the efforts necessary for obtaining specific paper are inadequate time and nerves that need to be spent on. He, on a tip, goes to a neighboring travel agency to aunt, which for several other money offers him to save time and nerves. As a result, for his additional money, a citizen receives the coveted paper. And he discovers on it the signature of the consul, which, when personal contact with the consul, could not get in any way. At the same time, the paper indicates that "such and such personality came to me, consul ...".

Outraged by what is happening, the citizen writes not somewhere, but to the administration of the President of the Russian Federation. Well, here they stirred. The consul invited him to an appointment, complained to the mess and the hardships of life and said that he did not sign any papers regarding the above citizen and there were no traces of these documents at the consulate. And he does not know the company under the leadership of this aunt. That is, a fake piece of paper. And the company, frankly, screwed up.

But the citizen turned out to be stubborn and looked at the consul page in Odnoklassniki. And I found an AFAS Aunt there and a profile among the friends of Mr. Consul. And again he sent a letter to the consul, they say, congratulations, a citizen, modern. I sent a letter to Aunt, they say, if the paper is fake, it turns out not good, and if the real one, then why did your Koresh from Odnoklassniki handed you up with giblets? In response, threats, attempts to pressure and a promise to sue the author of the investigation followed. True, the consul is called home in August, but it seems like in connection with the transition to another job.

Actually, a kind of bow of the city with the village is obtained, in the sense of a bow of the official representation of the Russian authorities with a commercial structure. And this bow looks, acts and counteracts, completely violating the law. And the author of this investigation , who at first carefully and was hiding under the pseudonym, was already declassified by the head of the above travel agency. And she seems to be seriously threatening him ...

Now you will tell me that these are all very distant problems, and we have the heat, the crisis and the day of the Airborne Forces. But no, dear. Firstly, from the lips of our two-headed repeatedly sounded about "time to collect stones." I mean, it would be nice if our smart former compatriots return, go to work in Skolkovo and made us an advanced power in all respects. Fuck them with such consuls will return. And you say and sing “where the homeland begins ...” Do not sing, beauty, with me ...