Translated material
The case in the village
Super Roman - About Spynomania
Serene Shukshin pastoral. Smooth, without a single wrinkle, a lake with frozen water meters. Water glows from the spring sun. The gates on the fences, only hinting at the signs of life, are openly open. And on the whole street there is no soul - no people or animals. The birds did not rustle in the reeds, the toads hid and stopped their eternal concert, as if they were exhausted. Complete silence enveloped our village.
A knock on the door brazenly destroyed the silence. Pound persistently. They didn’t knock. Drummed. The wife opened. On the threshold stood a neighbor, the headman of the village - Uncle Matvey. A subtile low man with huge eyes hidden behind thick glasses of glasses in a horn, shabby frame. Uncle Matvey was clearly alarmed by something, so he immediately got down to business:
- Yul, you kind of, they say, a correspondent, right?
- No, Uncle Matvey. My husband is a journalist. What happened?
- It's good that a journalist. Listen, I'm already for *** to fight. It is necessary to raise the public somehow, I can’t cope with one.
- What happened, Uncle Matvey?
Uncle Matvey frantically brought his wife out into the street, to the main (and only) village road and pointed to his short - one phalanx was amputated after a production injury - with a finger forward:
- Do you see a garden partnership near the border of the village?
- I see.
- According to the law, each garden partnership should have its own road, there should be its own personal entrance, you know?
- Understand.
- This is so according to the law. But this partnership has no way and entrance. They use our road, you know?
- Understand.
- We pay for this road. We clean it in winter. In the spring, I myself am the same as my tractor. Understand?
- Understand.
- But the partnership does not pay, does not clean, does not smooth. But uses. Understand?
- Understand.
- For the fourth year I have been going to the head of the district with this issue. For the fourth year, the head of the district promises to make his path to the partnership. And he does nothing, do you understand?
- Understand.
- What do you understand?
- I understand everything.
-Well, what to do? You are a correspondent, tell me.
- I'm not a correspondent, my husband is a journalist.
In case of failure to fulfill the promises of the head of the district on the construction of a road for summer residents, we have full moral right to blame the President of the United States of America
The inhabitants of the village began to be pulled on noise. The neighbor of the headman Raisu was not necessary to enter the course of business. She, like Uncle Matvey, has been watching this story with interest and curses every car of summer residents passing along the village road:
-Matvey, the head of the district, Gavrilov, will never build this road, by golly. Will not build.
- Why? Why promises then?
- He is busy.
- What is doing?
- The Americans are busy.
- What Americans, mother? Fuck, or what?
- He was fooling away! Ordinary. American Americans.
- Break off, Raisa. Where are the Americans, and where is the summer cottage?
- Here they are! Everywhere they are!
- Raisa. Do not take it.
- I read. And on the radio they transferred. I heard with my ears, I saw with my own eyes. Gavrilov played at a meeting on the problems of housing and communal services recently. And there, in Russian, in the microphone, he said that, they say, this year, more than ever, the invasion of American spies was recorded. They are like a locust! Tens of thousands of people are abandoned from Washington to Russian cities and villages to shake Russia, to bite it.
- So said? To gnaw?
- He said that there are great political events in Russia ahead, Putin’s elections, so the Americans will shake us as soon as they can and as soon as they want!
- Oh *** t, Raisa. But what does the road have to do with it?
- With all. Politics is more important than the road. There will be no second road. Perhaps this road will have to be closed for security purposes. Because espionage, as the head of the district said, will flourish precisely in rural areas. He specifically noted this. And the elders in the villages asked to be especially vigilant: to track strangers, record the numbers of strange cars. Still, our chapter has been in power for twenty-five years, he has a smell of this, to see, well developed.
The wife left Starroth and neighbor Rais, which were carried away by American spies, returned home and told me all this.
Especially not hoping for the construction of the road for summer residents, I still convey this anxious story that happened in picturesque and serene pastoral decorations, to the public, as the headman ordered in the village. I will add: in case of failure to fulfill the promises of the head of the district to build a road for summer residents, we have full moral right to blame the President of the United States of America Barack Obama and his administration, which sent tens of thousands of American Americans to our Shukshinsky paradise in order to shake and defeat.
In the evening a small wind rose. The reeds were worried from side to side. The water meters on the pond spun in the dance. The toads resumed their eternal concert. Water, like our whole village, was enveloped in twilight.
Roman Super - Journalist Radio Liberty