
The thought of Putin’s wisdom lived in weak heads for a long time. He supposedly “raise”, or at least “raise” this country “from the knees”. And the ruling by her, as the captain by a steamer among the small, ice floes and other mine-torpedo surroundings.
I still explain the essence of this “wisdom” that remains such heads.
***
It is good to live the investigator of the Petrodvorets MVD of Leningrad. Twenty minutes to work from Strelna. For the first time in working life.
It is harder to work. The area, formally urban, lives rotten-provincial. Including cop. Nobody really wants to work. How to do this competently, few people know. All with everyone are tied, like neighbors, relatives and drinking companions.
On Saturdays, a melting talker on the phone.
- Mikhalych, dear father, well, are you still sleeping there, chi sho?
- Right now, let me have breakfast.
- That, stop Mikhalych! You will have breakfast. And we will find a drink. The car went.
The head of the local branch Volodya Vashchuk is polite and relentless.
Hat-shirt. Case with antique Stalin "Moscow". The yellow cop "Bobik" with a blue exhaust. A thoughtful driver is lucky to the police.
The cordial Vashchuk is on the threshold of the office. Texta under pairs. Lard with sausage on a plate. Bread. Salt cucumbers [1]. From the transparent "sabonis" [2] the cork is leading.
- Come on, the father is healthy, we will be healthy. Saltsa, take the oil soda. Then, do not count for work. Look slightly ...
Could be without a preface. I know what's what. In vain, did he drag the typewriter with him?
At a distance from the drink with a snack on the table, an unclean folder with papers is waiting.
Every Saturday I come to a friend. I quickly look through the materials of his operatives in a week. The guys are nimble, but legally illiterate.
I pin the notes with the necessary. For successful promotion, or decommissioning of material. I make the right decision, report, certificate, etc. on behalf of the opera, in the “commodity” typewritten version.
Further, the fruits of the opera works are successfully promoted. In the next procedural instance, or archive. Not a single boss or prosecutor, as a rule, has no comments. Compiled competently, decorated with high quality. The hand of a professional is traced. Vashchukovsky friend and drinking companion. But it has no values for business.
***
At the beginning of the ninety -third, Misha Fedotov [3] pulls me out of the pit of the Khasbulatovsky Supreme Council. Appointing the head of the State Inspectorate with his ministry. Systems with organs in the constituent entities of the Federation.
The organization is completely new. Media registration and ensuring their unhindered activities. With the simultaneous suppression of violations of the law. In the part, of course, incitement and unacceptable calls.
The supersobilular press, in the absence of the Internet, is smartly flavored with newspapers under the slogans such as “Beat the Jews” and “To the ax”. For the publication of indecent pearls, my bodies make official warnings. The third violation for the year is the basis for our appeal to the court to terminate the activities of the media -executive.
And the year is ninety -third. A year of riots, pogroms and, finally, battles in Moscow.
The staff is selected energetic, but delightfully incompetent.
The leaders of the Glavlite of the USSR are competent in some places [4]. But they are unprofitable in mentality.
And the democrats and journalists who came, at best, can write burning materials. But neither in qualifications, nor according to consciousness, they are not suitable for strict civil service.
Or they do not react to the "Jews" and "axes", unsubscribing to me with pathos letters about universal freedom. Or they sculpt warnings for "inciting hatred" almost to the bandits.
At the same time, legal documents are drawn up in a mixture of styles of Stalinsky rurals or perestroika scribblers from quarterly many trains.
To teach guys at the level of specialists is useless. There is nowhere to take others [5].
It remains in Armenian to force "to do as me." At the expense of “once”, “two”, etc.
My lawyers for the request to prepare a “training manual” are seriously. Planning the painstaking work for a fairly long perspective.
In creative itching, once I notify the reception room, which is “in the Kremlin” for everyone. Except for the Kremlin itself. And I am erecting a condo Soviet “yatran” on the table [6].
I issue a methodological letter on eight typewritten sheets to compile an official media warning. Taking a standard form of the procedural, resolution as a sample.
A month later, I collect in Moscow the chiefs of local inspections. Personally I spend classes on this manual. I call “to the board”, offering to compose a specific document according to a particular article on the go. I answer questions.
The thing went.
What you need is suppressed. What is not needed is not touching. And, most importantly, they write so that they do not spit in the courts.
****
The good opera has a competence with fear and light roofing to keep informants with them. Be aware of something on your territory. It can provoke a discord among asocial shusher. Can smear someone needed.
The chief of this opera can superficially know the situation in the quarter, or the village. Maintain the appearance of order. To form the necessary indicators for the authorities. Even, having abandoned all the other cases, sometimes organize the disclosure of resonant crimes.
And all.
The operas, as an officer-legal officer, cannot arrange his “exploits”.
The boss cannot teach him the right one. Otherwise, as I am interested, the tack of vodka with the fat, a familiar investigator.
***
"Cunning is the mind of miserable."
The whole mind of illiterate, clothed with powerful powers of people is aimed at achieving the minimum result. Providing self -preservation at a profitable workplace. No more.
Silence more so as not to say stupidity.
Speak only tested and generally accepted.
Be cordial with everyone. In order not to fuck the enemy.
Those who cannot be appealed with vodka with fat, strangle.
The limit of their abilities.
***
Let us recall who Putin was the “scout”.
The ordinary-operator of the legal residency in the “fraternal” GDR, working with formal scribble, is aware of the fullness of his place and his own uselessness.
He has well worked out and trained a trick on the audience in front of the bosses, for operational intrigues and nasty things.
In it, hatred for everyone who is smarter, stronger and should not verify their actions with wretched authorities.
He has enough tricks to identify among them more corrupt and make them “his own” by top dressing. Fat quite fat.
Once situationally stronger than persistent opponents, he is in fear, preventively suppresses and beats the subjects of his hatred.
But he has never been and will not be able to manage a promising state. No even realize what is needed for such a leadership.
***
The operational situation “on the ray”, in the “zone”, is complicated.
The Opera, Opera, Kuma, the contingent gets out of control.
The cunning intrigues of the separation in their ranks no longer help.
There may not be enough resources for a new suppression.
Resources for feeding and even more so.
The mind of wretched is powerless.
***
It is no longer possible to talk about the mind of a Chekist.
As well as to endure him over himself.
The contingent is only ....
***
And my friend Volodya, retiring a colonel, safely and very productively leads the safety of a decent company. He is in his place. And I am sincerely glad for him.
[1] And in the yard, by the way, the second half of the eighties. And in Leningrad it is already especially really drinking, nor eat with relish. Almost everything is in deficiency.
[2] Arvidas Sabonis, Lithuanian, the star of the Soviet basketball of the 80s. High growth, small head and powerful figure was associated with a large bottle of vodka, which was reflected in Soviet slang.
[3] Fedotov Mikhail Aleksandrovich, Doctor of Law, Professor, Moscow. One of the authors of the project is still currently valid, albeit a strangled by the current State Duma, the media law of December 27, 1991. In 1992-93-Minister of Press of the Russian Federation. Since 2010 - Chairman of the Council of Human Rights under the President of the Russian Federation.
[4] The harsh body of Soviet censorship.
[5] It was then that I understood Yeltsin, who kept with me many “former”. There was no one to appoint. Boltwives Yavlinsky. And a Gaidar broken without hardening. And the democrats that raised him were mostly incapable of almost nothing.
There is no fault of BNU in the creation of Putin and other good. All of it is pulled out and put on people in the conditions of a terrible personnel force force. What was was appointed. What happened is the fault of us all. Of all of us, it was the best not to get.
[6] Electric Tarakhotychy Power machine. He worked on the computer uncertainly. He did not hold his own on the table for the show, as the then bosses. If necessary, to climb into the “guarantor” then, or play the “balls” democratically settled in the reception room for “386” with a 5-inch drive.
(c) Yuri Luchinsky. 2011.
Illustration of Vasya Lozhkin.