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Alternative flashing machine

October 24, 2011 Valery Panyushkin

I hate the inscriptions. I do not have a single tattoo on my body, I never buy clothes with inscriptions. I never pasted any stickers on the car. I have never (even in my youth) I had the need to inform the world about my views through banal inscriptions on a T -shirt or on a hat. Moreover, in forty -two years: it would be stupid to walk in T -shirts with the inscriptions “Pushkin - the Great Poet”, “Leonardo - Genius”, “God is”, “NTV - shit”. Stupid, although I sincerely believe in all this.

However, it happens on the old woman. Last Sunday at the Last Autumn forum, Alexei Navalny and Evgenia Chirikov, have encouraged me to stick the slogan "United Russia" - a batch of crooks and thieves on the rear window of the car. Chirikova looked at me with radiant eyes for this. He took Navalny with his characteristic arrogance to weakly.

“Well, do you really think that“ United Russia ”is a party of crooks and thieves?” - said Navalny.

“I, however, think so, although I don’t really understand how thieves differ from crooks.”

"Well, glue it!"

"Well…"

"Stick-wrap!"

And I pasted it. What could I do? Now, through the entire rear window of my car, a huge fluorescent inscription "United Russia" is flaunts - a party of crooks and thieves. " And, I must say, the consequences shocked me.

I would not be surprised at all if at the intersection I would have run up to my car an activist of the “ours” movement with a baseball bat and broke my glass with a slogan. It would be unpleasant, but not surprising. I would not be surprised if the traffic cops would stop me and ordered me to scrape the seditious letters from the rear window. This would be illegal, but not surprising. But what happened ...

Having left the Last Autumn forum on the Leningradskoye Shosse, at first I did not even pay attention to the drivers of neighboring cars in the automobile stream are somehow unexpectedly polite towards me. It was easy, somehow too easy for Moscow they passed me when I was rebuilt from a row in a row. But I did not attach any importance to this.

The next day, miracles continued. At the height of the working day, in the very center of Moscow, I and the young man in the black Porsche Kayen arrived at the same parking place at the same time. The driver “Porsha” slowed down, handed it back, gave me a parking lot and waved his hand affably.

Another time, I parked on the Red October between the third Mazda and the police van. The owner of the "Mazda" deliberately lingered to read my rear window. The police van handed over a little back so that it was easier for me to park. Since then, I think: what is it to me now - and on the oncoming lane you can ride with this slogan? Policeers what - will be given honor? I think about it, but I will never try - I’m not Harry Minh.

At the intersections, in traffic jams, people will be alarmed to me, blink with headlights and show the thumb as a sign of approval of the slogan, adjacent to my rear window. Some stick out into the window and ask where to get such a slogan. Girls smile, wave their pen and (perhaps I give out what I want) look at me like a hero.

It’s easier for me, it became much easier to ride. Everyone is giving way to me, and everyone is friendly with me.

In fairness, I must say that on the Nagatinskaya embankment, a gray BMW once settled behind me. The car rode for quite some time close to its front bumper to my rear. Perhaps it was aggression. Perhaps, at the wheel of BMW, a sincere adherent of the "Party of Crooks and Thieves" was sitting, which entered the party not for the sake of craftsmen and theft, but at the call of a confused heart. Or, perhaps, the driver of the gray BMW was just a blisor or could not read badly.

He rode, therefore, read.

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