Under the portraits of murderers

Having broken off on the Generalissimo, the organizer of the Victory, old man Baturin came from the rear - and hung around Moscow portraits of the same Koba under a different sauce: for the 75th anniversary of the Metropolitan!

Kind of respect for the past.

Type, her mother, historical memory.

Why didn't old Baturin decorate Moscow with portraits of Kaganovich, who the hell knows. Lazar Moiseevich would be nice at the Okhotny Ryad station, that’s the joy of the Orthodox ...

Historical memory, I told you! Respect for the past.

Oh yeah. Memory is sacred.

What, for example, a wonderful highway was built under Mussolini! From Rome - straight to the Mediterranean! And just the other day is the anniversary of that road. I don’t know if construction was started or completed, but some anniversary will soon hit the Apennines, don’t go to Messalina! And, I’ll be a bastard, the grateful Romans will hang the Eternal City with portraits of a bald Duce ... Just let them celebrate, pasta.

Really not?

And what, punctual Germans will not notice Hitler's role in the development of railways in the expanses of Fatherland? We went to Dachau right on schedule, there my grandfather is sitting on the porch, he comes from the Hitler Youth, he will confirm! Will Merkel forget to say thank you?

Here are callous people ... Fritz, who do not remember kinship!

What a difference we have, all our bloodsuckers since the time of Tsar Peas, who have been shortlisted for patriotic contests! Herod on Herod, you are tormented by pride.

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In an anecdotal conflict with Luzhkov's

obsessive nonsense about Stalin, as if in a drop

water, reflected our post-Soviet universe

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However, there are still gaps in terms of perpetuation.

It would be necessary, for example, to delve into the Soviet archives - maybe the school teacher Chikatilo made some contribution to pedagogy? So we will hang his portrait.

In vain, by the way, you smile, nothing is impossible. We send a heel or two of Narochnitsky to the holy cause of washing away dark spots from our national history; a couple of chunks of funding, a little mammoth, a pinch of Pimanov, Tretyakov to taste - and here you have Dusya-Chikatilo, slandered by the Democrats, a victim of Yeltsin's propaganda!

The main thing is to set a task and firmly remember that tanks are not afraid of dirt. Katyn is like water off a duck's back for us, and here is this lone amateur: they found something to scare!

All of this would be funny if it weren't so vile...

In an anecdotal collision with Luzhkov's obsessive nonsense about Stalin, our post-Soviet universe was reflected, like in a drop of water.

We don’t know what year, with a loud cry, we’ve been staggering around the world buffet, demanding respect, drunk on some kind of marsh water from a hoof, catching Strasbourg or The Hague with horns, not firmly imagining who we are, where and how looking from the side...

Everywhere people are like people - they will sort out, it used to be, the imperial rise, yes, you see, and oversleep - and not only as good as new in the morning, but already in a dozen years they will bring themselves to their senses and return to human form ...

And only we stubbornly insist on our goat-likeness.

Maybe this enviable perseverance is our special way? Although - what's really special here ... Empires that refused to air the room and waited for their Huns - is this really news? Degrading elders, insisting on their right to keep new generations in the stench of their own decay - is this the know-how of the "scoop"?

There is no hurry for history: half a century there, half a century here - for her, mother, within the margin of error ... The period of the collapse of the Roman Empire, according to the textbook, I-IV century AD.

That's the whole question, in fact: are we, who live under the statues and portraits of Soviet murderers, at the beginning of our line? Or at least towards the end?

Give an answer. Doesn't give an answer.