Dreamy

Filled on the motive "Flying Birds" fly "

Medvedev recently flew to the St. Petersburg forum, businesslike, and the slogan uttered, about which Russia excitedly says: “In the coming years, I will not hide, we will try in full, so that our beloved country becomes our own country.” Oh, this Russian modesty! ...

Medvedev recently flew to the St. Petersburg forum, businesslike, and the slogan uttered, about which Russia excitedly says: “In the coming years, I will not hide, we will try in full, so that our beloved country becomes our own country.”

Oh, this Russian modesty! She, I fear, is eternal. The Supreme Ruler, come to your senses: today we have a dream today, more crystal than any Sinewich, more chic than old Paris - although not for all categories: for the most dreamy only.

Russia is the dream of Legeboka, peasant utopias Village: Lie down, and in a certain time, everything happens by itself. The worker is too actively embarrassing the relaxed background, and looks somehow disgusting, and soon merges.

Russia is the dream of Derzhimorda, its desired shelter: here the inhabitants are sincerely proud when they are given in the face. The beloved of local surprises, familiar to local winds: a call is planned from the outside - fucking is exacerbated.

Russia is an idiot's dream (here, in general, they do not believe in the mind). Any work and every position is open to him, and if something is not stored and with a roar from the rails will come down: you will put an Armenian of the patriot-and be at least a completely idiot.

Russia is a utopia of Gates: he now has reimbursed his capital for the benefit of a hungry childhood. He called on the shark of capital - solemnly, under the "betaki" - the contempt, which means that the metal of the proliferates to give out the metal of the poor. At our first call, any homegrown Bill, not eager to go to the zone for killing someone, is ready for such an action, and if the country calls, he will give more than Gates for the benefit of the Rublevsky orphans.

Russia is the dream of cannibal: Giraeus, grow up, muzzle, think after dinner that you still love people ... Dream, stretching on the beach, and food slide in the stomach, will prove in detail that it is impossible otherwise.

Russia is a steppe and a forestry. Russia is a hamster's dream. Russia is the dream of a masochist, as well as a sadist, a dream, a blissful marina of the insignificance, who saw the laws in the coffin, who learned “how-s” and “what’s”, “so accurately” and “all sutured”. Russia is the dream of Belarusians, as well as the dream of “boots”, and Mecca for all the arrears and the blowing demigods, for a portion of money and glory seeking in these places; The dream of an attached orava and the strength of an unclean dream. I note - according to this quote, according to any other speech - that the main Kremlin dreamer seems to be pleased with the country: all this is covered with gray space and vanity - the president’s dream with the prime minister, which, by the way, is on you. They like mold spots and predatory stigmas in wool. Otherwise, they would probably find an opportunity to leave.

Oh! Judging by the smell of alleys and mass flights around - the leading part of the population dreams of completely different. Since the borders have discovered, I have not counted friends. Migratory birds fly, dreaming of another dream. But no matter how many, oncoming scarecrow, I was going into a senseless battle - do not be afraid, my dear. After all, I stay with you. By power, absurd, pressure, scope of oak and thief - you are in the most rotten time a dream for such as me. I’m afraid that with the current cut over ten dead years, there will simply be three of us - prime minister, president and poet. We will freeze, like rivers under a layer of January ice, - non -alternative forever!

What they always dreamed about.