Blues

Constantly in a state of cheerful frivolity and moderate optimism, I sometimes (for example, now) still fall into the spleen. There is no need to say that from the inside of the notorious spleen, fun frivolity and moderate optimism appear forms of expression of idiocy, and the so -called world acquires worthy -defined genuine features. With bitterness, realizing that another day or two - and stupid laughs and empty hopes will resume, I hurry up to state my current only true point of view.

Climatic aspect

Our journey to the Holy Land was planned from a seasonal point of view as follows: the end of winter - a piece of summer - the beginning of spring. The flight to Moscow, however, was slightly postponed due to heavy snowfall-and we returned, from where we flew away a week earlier-at the end of winter.

There is nothing more tiring than a prolonged ending. My comrade once sat in the office and heard two men dragging heavy office equipment to them: puffing, dull steps, then a strangled phrase can no longer - and a long roar. But office equipment can at least be released from hands. With a protracted bad weather, nothing can be done.

Frames of flooded areas are handed over on TV, not to mention more serious environmental challenges. In his youth, the realization that someone is much worse than you automatically jerked off. Over the years, you are stale to the troubles of strangers - they no longer bring any joy.

Climate differences and a picked infection personally led me to malaise: a runny nose, the threshold of headache, an unpleasant carriage in the eyes. Not even a disease; A little easier - already a clinical norm, and how it straightens out!

Placing couples in the subway cause heartburn. A man reads a book about the rolled leadership . Oh Lord. Meanwhile, the man himself is the embodiment of meekness and sympathy. Teenagers ... However, teenagers annoy me almost always.

Humanity as a biological species does not cause enthusiasm.

Hrymile: a scarf is ready, one after another, sneezing waves roll. One or two manages to restrain yourself, and then Kaaaaaaaaa is sneezing! I think most readers had to sneeze, so they restore the details on their own. Some lady looks arrogantly. Grishkovets would easily hide a monopic from a cold to the act. And we, dear sneezers, move forward.

How is Mayakovsky - a nail in a nightmare boot than Goethe's fantasy? Not the same word. The delicate tremor inside the skull changes the whole world. On the other hand, my routes do not care (sneeze?) On my minor illness, and I am going, where I have to go.

Wet snow. What could be gaga? Unless 40 degrees of heat and smoke from peat.

International aspect

It was good to Soviet people. They believed that somewhere there are places where everything is fine. What is there - almost wherever there are no Bolsheviks, good. It’s good where there are no Bolsheviks. Episodic sorties to bright European supermarkets confirmed a priori sensations. From a distance the supermarket was reminiscent of paradise exhausted by deficits. It seemed that the Bolsheviks will be expelled, and a supermarket would come.

So, in general, it turned out. I first hit abroad in 2003-from a shining Moscow in a sleepy Germany, which was seated with round-the-clock shops, where you can’t get a loaf after 8 pm. The situation made me laugh, but, honestly, I did not bring happiness.

From a distance everything is nicer than near. It’s good where we are not. Now we are everywhere. The conclusion is obvious.

The material basis of communism, as I recall, was abundance. Here it is - at least in the wholesale market, even in a hypermarket. The prospects of abundance are monstrous. Abundance in the square. A subtle fit of details. Million varieties of mayonnaise. Or - mayonnaise on an individual recipe whipping in front of the customer's eyes (in a good sense of the word). General place of fantasy: you set the settings on the monitor (cutout, a hollow, degree of friedness, mother -of -pearl buttons) - and an ironed anthrakot and a delicious steamy robe emerge from a special tray. Well, we will fix it. And what? Home equipment (except for the TV) released time - his TV devoured it. The advanced user correctly corrects me: the computer has gobbled up. OK, Let it be.

Yes, of course, somewhere people do not go, get sick, poor. But this ... how to say? Historically, it is clear, it asks (someone) for actions-real or symbolic. In short, this does not drive into the spleen. A sad confusion is more likely to cause another pole, where a person is getting closer to the line, behind which he can do what he wants, and have what he wants (in a reasonable framework). Such Soft Communism. As a rule, this outlines the squalor of his desires.

In general, we somehow very vaguely imagine paradise. Well, palm trees. Well, harp. These palm trees and harp, by the way, are sometimes present in the halls of banks and expensive clinics.

-What to do it, to pour? - shouts a little man towards the consumption society.

- consume! - the society answers him, flashing the fixer of the boutique. And the echo echoes him.

Explosion in the Minsk metro. My wife and my children are perplexed. Not that Belarusian policy liked everyone. But, according to our view, she does not like good people . And good people are not engaged in terror.

Or, if we turn to a historical retrospective and clarify, the good people who have been brought to despair are engaged in point rather than carpet terror. Attack.

A version of the crime appears - just a maniac. For some reason, I believe it. It blows literally an ecclesiast. Human nature is unchanged.

I remember giving up something Marxist, I was looking for an answer to another fantastic question: will there be crime under communism? Do not believe; It turned out - it will be. Because brain disorders are found, and even communism is not powerful over them.

The conclusion suggests itself: the amount of world evil is invariably, and all positive organizational efforts only isolate it, freeze, socialize, sometimes gently bomb. From this point of view, a bandit, becoming a deputy, is rather a healthy phenomenon. Still, a man made out of his pants took out a man, somehow softened ways of behavior.

For some reason, this consideration translates the headache from the latent phase into the actual. But you won’t think back ...

As one of my friends said, I do not see reasons for despair. So but for euphoria, perhaps, too. On the other hand, God is with her, with euphoria.

I will like a blanket with a blanket like Onegin-Oplomes, and I drink a seagull.

Detail of the week

Everyone knows the geographical greatness brought to the joke - the globe of Armenia, the Atlas of Beskudnikov. In the same piggy bank.

Stand. At the top: show five continents. In the middle: Miss Moscow Region.