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Day of scoop

February 26, 2010 Vladimir Nadein

Just as a groundhog does not define anything in the onset of spring, so the day of the scoop should not affect the prosperity or diminution of the Putin regime.

But people believe. People believe that a marmot, awakened from winter hibernation on February 2, on the day of the creation of the Lord at the churches who live according to the Gregorian calendar, is able to determine the onset of spring. If the day is sunny and a march is visible his own shadow, it is six more weeks to be winter. If the day is cloudy, then spring is not far off and you should hurry with the repair of the plow.

Satellites have long replaced the groundhog from the field of meteorological forecasts, but people are sorry to part with a beautiful legend. Nobody else has a sob of plowing so much to keep up with the early Seva, but the mayors of New York still put off all the things and come to the zoo on the island of Steiten on February 2 to consult with a sleepy marke named Chuck and give a sign to the beginning of the traditional parade of cheerful female orchestras.

The day of the scoop is not connected with the Lord’s craft, and therefore is smeared between several dates. Of the most famous days should be called February 23 and March 8. The first is dedicated to victory, which was not. A holiday dedicated to the deliberate and refuted Stalinist lies. The second was invented by a stupid pike -eyed socialist to prove the banality that a woman is a friend of man. If in the case, then both of these days, except for a random groove, do not deserve. Both of them are aggressive, vicious as a phenomenon and have nothing to do with either a reliable strength of a man, or with a charming weakness of a woman. But people are used to it.

Along with those days of the scoop that are rigidly attached to specific dates, there are such that they are as if in free swimming. The latter are most often associated with a small victorious war against a tiny neighbor or a hockey game, which scoops love to call a battles. The higher the level of the hockey "ristala", the more colorful the scoop is manifested.

Among many millions of fans of scoops, not the majority are not at all. This is not a tribute to political correctness, but confirmation of truth. You can rejoice and grieve, wash yourself with tears of happiness or despair from a clogged washer - and still remain a normal person. A scoop is when it appears. But we make rockets. But we blocked the Yenisei. But we scored more of them - for a whole puck.

And for what - for that? This is not a Poincare theorem. For roads that are not. For elections that are "not sterile." For the Brik, from which our letter “P” finally fell. For the president who is not the president. For the VAZ car, which is traveling wrong, and the Bulava missile that flies in the wrong place.

In a normal society, hockey is a game. Just a game. Only the game. Of course, sometimes it turns badly, as in a quarter -final meeting in Vancouver. By the middle of the second half, with a score of 6: 1 in favor of Canadians, everything was already clear to everyone. But it was a great game. On both sides on the ice were fantastic masters. They gave us an unforgettable performance. Of course, it would be more pleasant if ours won. But I did not spare at all about a sleepless night.

Not in a society disfigured by self -use. Victory offers despotisms, their defeats are destroyed. Sports failures have that distinct drawback that they are difficult to pass off for achievements. You can, of course, as in the famous joke about the race of Khrushchev and Kennedy, say that this one came to the finish line second, and that one - the penultimate one. But it turns out funny.

And most importantly: the defeats cease to be “but”. Shores fall from the eyes. One could say that the scoops are seeing, but this is not quite accurate. Those who earnestly believed that our “will tear everyone” simply because they - ours, begin to frantically look around in search of a hidden enemy. Who is to blame? Where are the pests? When is the court? Why without confiscation?

If the Canadians lost to the Russian team with this memorable night, which, to my judgment, would be quite likely, then under the Government of Canada would not crack a single stool. But our regime with a pair of confused men at the top was initially rested on soviet ideology. On myths, distorting, deception. Without this ideology and outside its absurdity of cowardly dictatorship, it would become obvious and visual, like the fifth goal of the Canadians against Nabokov.

In fairness, then the cruel and comprehensive defeat of Russia at the Winter Olympiad should not affect the ranking of Putin's rule. But the national driver, like the head of Moscow Orthodoxy, consciously connected themselves with skiing and skates. Alas, our victory missed, did not run, did not dance. Now they will hastily muffle it, but in the kitchens, in the working canteens, at the fishing bonfires, the highest authorities of Russia will judge for a long time, as Pushkin said, according to the laws that they themselves have chosen for themselves.

The day of the scoop is like a groundhog day. That the surku is until spring, then the puck Ovechkin to the upcoming abolition of the state corporations. Things are like incompatible. But the mayor of the largest city in the world is still coming to the zoo on a date with Surk Chuck. Yes, and our other figure, escaping on a lordly hunting and drinking a glass in anticipation of a fresh moose liver, no, and he will think: in vain they did not immediately put the gates of the spray, a completely different game would be. And in parallel, he will conclude: in vain, they say, they swelled billions to drive the people into these corporations, and then disperse. And it will sigh out loud: "Oh, there is no owner!"

In Canada, after such woeful sighs, governments often change. And what will come out with us - the scoop knows him!

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