Everything's okay

In the city of Cheboksary, high officials strongly recommended that the foreign word "okay" be taken out of use. That's how it was. Calls the Biggest Boss of the Most Executive Subordinate. “Well, how is our land there?” - "Blossoms! Even in winter. Bread all around. Stern. Our guys are mastering nanotechnology. Cows are milked, tractors do not crawl out of the fields. “And the women?” - "They give birth as ordered." - "A lot of?" - "Soon, as in China, we will live." “Well, take it easy! There communism, and here - freedom. Do not forget. Keep in mind." “Yes, I thank you every day for this freedom. And I bow the children. - How about crime? - "It was unorganized, now they have organized everything." - “So we are prospering, Vasily?” - "Not that word!" “Do people know?” - "We inform every day ... True, there is a problem ..." - "Speak!" - “The word alone does not give people peace from overseas. It got everywhere. Here I have it written down (rustles papers) - okay. - "Where did it come from?" - "From America". “How did you let it happen?!” "I didn't see it, sorry. But now we will take all this philology under control.” “Issuing a decree? To even think this American word did not dare? Fines, arrests? Torture? "No, it won't go away now." - "It's a pity". - We need shares. - "Intimidation?" - “No, all sorts of holidays, mass celebrations with an ideological bias. Raise the level of patriotism, lower the level of Americanism.” - “Let's eradicate this rubbish, Vasily ... And what, do all citizens use this word?” - "Without exception". “And women?” “These especially. How good it is for them, so right away - okay. “And the Jews?” - "Without end." “So this is a double crime!” - "Linguistic aggression, Nikanor Stepanovich." - “Well, we ... We are ... Repulse of any aggression. The armor is strong... The tanks are fast... The clouds are gloomy... (drinks and sings)."

Three days have passed. Day and night, the committee "Delivering the Russian people from linguistic intervention" is working. The committee consists of four hundred and eighty people, and, as expected, the number of bosses significantly exceeds the number of subordinates. The action on the main square of the city "Don't say ok - life will become more fun" was a great success and ended with a triumphant beating of foreigners. Distribution of T-shirts "Motherland does not speak English" caused a stir among the Cheboksary old women wearing sizes L and XL. The elderly contingent, which has a different size, filed a lawsuit. “An oversight even in such a patriotic case,” grumbled the Biggest Boss, settling the matter over the phone: the judge was his relative.

A service was produced at the Cheboksary porcelain factory. On the cups it was written: "Russia is for the Russians, Cheboksary is for the Cheboksaryans", and on the saucer - "We will blow the world OK on the mountain to all the bourgeoisie."

Brigades of "Linguistic Support" were created - gloomy and fair young people in black T-shirts with a red inscription "I have a great and mighty one, and what is yours?" The brigadiers beat a man who shouted "Hey, what time is it?" Vigilant linguists realized that the first letter of the English alphabet was slyly pronounced, disguised as an innocent Russian exclamation "hey". With a traumatic brain injury, a fan of exact time was taken to the hospital, and the Chief Linguist gave comments: “Just give them free rein - first “hey”, and then “bi”, God forgive me!”

Cases of attacks on English teachers have become more frequent. Cries of "No! No!" only irritated the attackers. It is sad, but true: the Tajiks especially suffered from the fight against Americanisms.

And here, in the midst of linguistic victories ... The Biggest Boss calls the Most Executive Subordinate: "They called from above." - "From the?" “Only God is higher. And that's unlikely." - "Praised?" - “They deigned to say: “But Cheboksary is a non-Russian name.” And they hung up." - "How non-Russian, Nikanor Stepanovich, how non-Russian?" - “It is said: non-Russian. Now we have to fight. You brewed porridge with your OK! Cretin ... "