On the nose. New, new, new. Enter what is necessary, cross out what is unnecessary.
Inevitably, one is drawn to the lyrics, because over the years of life (in this country, as we are accustomed to say, spiteful critics and Russophobes say) special reflexes are acquired and, in addition to the standard hangover syndrome for everyone - except, they say, the new charges of Roman Abramovich - the body gets used to especially on the eve of major and national holidays, develop a pre-hangover. Well, here it goes. To the lyrics, as stated above.
Therefore, there will be almost no links in this issue.
There's only one . The people of the Russian Internet (as it is written there) have finished writing an appeal to the president. The President was congratulated on Alsou's second place at Eurovision. This is truly a significant event. And a kind of result of centuries-old efforts of domestic pop music. But this is usually written about elsewhere (maybe the second one ).
In the Internet
“The end of the year two thousand is the ideal time to take stock and analyze the current situation on the Russian Internet ,” writes the anonymous author of a traditionally vile press release text on the website “Internet.Strana.Ru” (this is perhaps the third ). If I find out, I'll beat you.
However, there are different positions on this matter. Egor Los in Vesti, for example, begins an article entirely devoted to the results of the year on the Internet: “I will deliberately not dwell on the results of the year, which concern a very narrow group of people” (except perhaps the fourth .)
I will be in between, it’s more interesting, and may those who understand etymology understand me. Consciously focusing on the results of the year, which concern a narrow group of people, but avoiding analyzing the situation.
Just memories
At the beginning, they began to call the Internet a market (oh, by the way, I went to the market here, and now I’m surprised - why do people claim that Moscow is an expensive city? - Do they also buy food in supermarkets? - in vain) and to scare the old-timers with new players. Such a fashionable word was “players”.
So where are at least half of those players now? The question is rhetorical. Where are the young punks who will wipe us off the face of the Earth? (Except maybe the fifth .) Everything, in a word, is like in rock and roll.
By autumn, they predicted an abundance of corpses among new projects. There were corpses, some were even pitiful, but there was not an abundance. Do you know why? Because two thirds of these new ones are stillborn, and those who were not alive will not have to die, as we know from the soundtrack to one film, which, probably (I stopped watching TV a long time ago), is now shown on all surviving channels.
By the end of the year, the Internet was weighed in the balance and found to be very light. There should have been a sixth here, but look at the third. In connection with this, and, incidentally, without any connection either, they predict an increase in the number of corpses, the flight of investors to Egypt or somewhere else (one must think that investors have already realized that it is not worth going to Spain, for example). On December 28, at the next seminar, ROCIT was frightened by the change of leaders and new players. They scare us, but we are not afraid. We have already seen new players and, as mentioned above, we even mourned some of them.
So, taking advantage of a dubious reason, let’s say to ourselves: revolution (in consciousness and ways, respectively, of being, or, conversely, depending on what you think determines what), which both romantics and citizens have been talking about for so long, concerned about investors being over-resourced, did not happen. The Internet did not kill cinema, wine, and dominoes (I'm confused - which one is this ?). The books on the shelves have not been replaced, excuse me, by e-books, newspapers and magazines are bought at kiosks and sold there, non-electronic stores are thriving to the envy of electronic ones.
And thank God. But let’s not forget something else: you and I created (in this country, as see above) this environment. Now, using the words of the anonymous person from “The Country” described above, it has turned from a marginal habitat (and where do they find such words?) of individual hyper-conscious citizens into such a normal regional center. It is comparable in terms of population size, quality of services, periodicals, and other indicators. It’s not one of the first towns, of course, but it’s already possible to live and work in it. And what is not the first, because it depends not only on the authorities, which in our particular city do not exist, as it were, but - and mainly - on the citizens. Well, and a little bit - from luck: in Russia, after all. You never know what will come into the head of some next Reiman? But, I repeat, in Russia, after all, and needless to say, we have reserves for any cunning, hmm, power.
Will live? Or even like this: ! Because why not.
In Russia
Yes, and yet in Russia, and again - summing up; Moreover, it was exactly a year since the grandfather was replaced by an uncle, and who turned out to be the uncle and who the citizen was the boss, partly we (you) ourselves know (you know), and partly historians will describe.
But there will be nothing about this here today. Firstly, I fear that citizens are tired - both from reading the above and from carefully studying other forecasts with which all the media are full. And secondly, see the ending of the previous passage with the words “but, I repeat.”
In this connection it is proposed
Close your eyes and, through an effort of will, force yourself to forget the meaning of the word “Internet,” not to mention “politics,” as well as the long row of surnames. Open eyes. Open the container containing the drink you prefer. Spill. Raise. There is no point in saying a series of wishes to yourself and those around you, without trying particularly hard to be original. Repeat the operation as long as it remains possible to repeat it. Here you go.
You can now turn off the computer's power.