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Mikhail Borisovich is probably the only one here to whom I am turning by the name of the patronymic.

I also remember the Blogs BNK, and then he always left me strange malicious comments and never tried to reveal that it was in his inner template that I began to be on the other side of the barricades from him.

Here on the seven, Mikhail Borisovich, is already acting as anonymous, and again touches me with malicious worships. Or is it not him?

If it is you, the same Mikhail Borisovich Rogachev, then maybe explain what you think I am wrong, why is your hostility gaining an increasing degree to me ... Why did it start? What is my act for you has become that point of perception, that moment of truth and not a return that you are moving further and further into some, probably, probably, an understandable emotional tundra. I believe your revelations will be interesting to many. After all, this many ... need at least some soil in order to continue to believe that it was I am the main evil that fell into their cozy sandbox called seven.

You are a person who, as it seemed to me, has never adapt under any other people or their opinions. You could not walk alone alone, when everyone walked together in the leg.

Our city is not so big. We have a lot of famous and respected acquaintances in the city.

Then why, you are given the opinion of all sorts of marginals who dug up a memorial in your PDA, and do not trust the opinion and estimates of those people who have always been authorities for you and who have known me for more than a dozen years?

Or maybe you just surrendered, bent, exhausted, focused on ... People over the past year and a half have changed to non -recognition. Yesterday they were journalists, today they are marginals and embittered lumpen. Did this phenomenon affect you?

I personally are not ashamed of my post. Not ashamed of any of my revelations of my two -faced fellow countrymen. Not ashamed of my position, which I voiced here and which he myself is from school.

Always, as long as I remember, small, two -faced, envious and not successful people swarmed around me, but these people, like mosquitoes .. like hogweed ... There was never much harm from them. To mow hogweed, this is a good and cheerful occupation. And again .. not these mosquitoes-bruises determine our social life. But our life becomes more comfortable if our civilian glade is cleaned from all kinds of litter.

I expect that the real Rogachev will find that to object on the merits, and will not take themselves with those who are here in a single impulse and ecstasy are ready to believe that I or my mother are the same dog poisoners. Or you also hold your fists as a former teacher Popov and wait for me to bend under these comical lumpen and marginalists who proudly call themselves a civil opposition.

Sincerely, Kustov A.K.

PS

I always wanted to ask Mikhail Borisovich about his period of life in Tuiskeres.

He probably knew that in this village at the lower warehouses lived exiles and these exiles were dying in packs and buried them right there at their barracks .. with stacks .. And no one led no account.

Why a respected historian never raised this topic. Why did he, when I talked about Tuiskeres, left my questions or left ambigious salty comments? No matter how, this village is his first place of work in his biography after LSU. From which he escaped by the way without working out for three years.

Are there at least a few surnames, at least a few human destinies of those thousands buried in Tuiskeres of the exiles that would fall into his work?

And here is another famous person, Lyubov Popov, who, according to her stories, before me here, was associated with my Tuiskerseres on the seven .. I again ask the question ... why no one heard about her history of the compassionate and varnished there in the village of local. Why she never visited the homeland of her ancestors, about which so much was distributed here. After all, this is very close .. only 100 km.

I have answers. And you?