
Well, Happy New Year , dear friend, the old one died suddenly, and with him there is still a thousand years, and still no prosperity , in any case, some kind of evil eye is still at work with us and everything is going at random, according to “maybe” still reigns, reforms , as always, are stalled, we rely on the authorities in vain , we cry, sometimes we threaten, God knows who we arm , we play stupid games of spillikins , but we still don’t know what’s what, and we’ve been moving for years as before, backwards , if only I could somehow turn around, come to my senses, take a breath, wake up and, looking truthfully in the eyes, understand that this cannot continue like this, but no, the sleep of reason continues, and maybe the devil I saw in a dream recently that they pay me for my work , that I breathe clean air , that I don’t go crazy, I’m not in a hurry, that I even go in for sports , I rise to the heights of my spirit , and then some kind of king or a hero communicates with me, and I, with my heights, with any of them I’m already on the same page and I can give a confident answer to the questions of previous years. Vladimir the Sun says: “Well, how is Russia, is it still standing?” And I answered him smartly: “Have mercy, Prince, there is perestroika there!” She told Ivan the Terrible that he was not the most formidable fellow, that in our century there were worse and worse things , Petra sarcastically remarked that we can’t see through the window (although it’s noticeable from the window how well the Chukhonians live ), that the old era was abolished and ended SSesser, Catherine said that she didn’t surprise us, just think, she killed her husband, such a moron, who needs him, we had a smart general and also suffered the same way, and that Potemkin is with the villages, and we, descendants, are with the cities, that our Suvorov is also brave, and you owned Alaska and drove the peninsula , but still took the money, and we gave your Crimean peninsula for nothing , very simply, so who has the larger scale - the men or the women? I’ll also tell you in your ear that Paul is your pillow... nobles, blue blood, betrayal, hatred, love... it’s bad and outdated, there are killers for this matter, and the first Alexander, your grandson, could not stand the mental anguish and abandoned the throne to arbitrariness, which produced the Decembrists, this does not happen here, the torment of conscience does not know, not only the Tsar-Emperor is the governor of the Far East , but Nikolai, nicknamed Palkin , he is like a gendarme - a pathetic amateur, and this is the third department, it does not go to comparison, and Alexander the Liberator? Amateur, mother, lover, he set the peasants free and dissolved the democrats, literature became insolent, who is to blame and what should they do ? , he’s still going, but what about the Third? He not only drank, he freed the Bulgarians , and then we had to free them from us again, and after Nicholas II, we are now a mountain for him, with him are Chekhov and Tolstoy, where are you going, wait, wait, admit it, dear Katyusha, that our time is still better, we have significant progress, great international influence... But then in my nightmare the queen shouted to me: “Be silent, you fiend of postmodernity , I see your business is bad, you don’t care about the Enlightenment , resorts you give away for nothing, everything that you received as an inheritance, you ate, drank, forgot, abandoned, destroyed, you made a mess of everything around , you got into a vicious circle and blindly rush around in a circle, but I can give you advice, judge with your little mind who is ahead, who is behind, we came into the world before you, you have no other path than the one we paved for you, and you, what did you put there? Why are you hanging around the corpse , because this is sinful and stupid, he ruined the whole country for you? , and now you’re neither here nor there, they say your leader was simple? So bring him to the churchyard, he’s ours, like Tsar Ivan and Stalin, why are you on the road? After all, an unburied grain cannot sprout anyway, you have to pay for work, you have to shine in the darkness , you have to fix bad roads, in difficult moments you shouldn’t whine, but keep your word, plant gardens, give birth to children , even for monarchists, even for Marxists, even for the devout, at least for atheists - the algorithm is the same for everyone, and you? What does it look like? You are told to follow, there are no other ways in the world." And Great Catherine proudly showed her back. A rooster crowed, and the ghosts disappeared instantly.
What is the result of the millennium? The question is in any newspaper. I offer the Internet a meaningful answer. In Russia, whatever you say, there have been different kings.
But without a king we are in our heads, about which in the next chapter.