Bolshevik and fry

We have the Bolsheviks in bulk, and everyone strives to nationalize, expropriate, deprivate something. Of course, someone else's, not their own. It is unlikely that Vladimir Putin is going to personally pay a penalty tax on unrighteously and illegally carried out the privatization of power and obscenity, which he with a slight Yeltsin hand carried out for his very personal purposes.

It was still believed that by the nationalization and revision of the results of privatization, having come to power, the tandem of the Zyuganov-Daltsov will be engaged. But in the course of the open and transparent election campaign, it turned out that our main future and last guarantor was ready to climb the first armored car and proclaim his April, that is, the March theses, which was already slightly bitten by the Chekists of the Constitution. It seems that this is not just Vladimir, but Vladimir with swords, crosses and bows. We are promised rather guns and tanks than butter and sausage. Since we have enemies everywhere, to the left is an “echo”, to the right is a “new newspaper” and ten are left, and the rest are busy with “hamsters”.

Oh, if all the Chekists followed the example of Svrovtsy, Yuri Kobaladze, who converted his terrible and harmful service into a beautiful and useful doctoral sausage made of real meat and was engaged in a business in the beautiful shopping network of “Crossroads” and “Pyaterochki”! Here is an example to follow: cross the swords into meat grinders.

We in vain prayed God that Putin acquired a mine, a dozen restaurants, a hotel on the Cote d'Azur, a couple of oil and gas fields, palaces in all world resorts, several skyscrapers (according to the calculations of Boris Nemtsov from the Putin. Results, the guarantor had enough funds from us) and flew away from the blue. an airplane. What else would he offer as a ransom, so that he will get out as soon as possible without achieving the unfortunate country? If he needs a beautiful girl, I can offer my candidacy. I really do not promise beauty, but is it not all for him to bite in a dark forest?

However, he will not go. He hooked on this drug: power over a huge country. He wants to crush, humiliate, enslave, mock. Where else will he find these palack joys? We are promised fresh missiles, warm tanks with raisins, fighters with marzipan, submarines with nuts. Ah, you say, without nuts? Then why does he promise all this to the civilian population, and if he is a military dictator, then why play a comedy with the elections? And then, after all, we heard one such presidential program from the mouth of the character of the good old Soviet film "Gentlemen of Good luck." The character was a thief in law, and was played by Evgeny Leonov. Why does Putin write such long articles? I would say briefly: "I will get morgels, fall to the break." And to whom, by the way? Our borders have nothing small and defenseless. Baltic countries - NATO members; In Moldova and Georgia, they pulled what they could, but with Ukraine of our miserable army to not cope, with or without warheads. One thing remains: to break the mouth of your own country and to bury morgars to those who look at the hillock.

And the hordes of idolates are hanging around Moscow, to Luzhnikov and vice versa. It is a pity that the frosts are over and the avalanches cannot go on these friendly ranks, and at the same time at the Zyuganov demonstrators and the rallies of Zhirik and Kurginyan. It would cover them with snow, as that persistent Swede, who lived in a snowdrift for two months, for all 12 years of the Putin term, and in 12 years we would think whether these mammoths should dig out. But the whole Putin, Zyuganovsky and Zhirikovo electorate in Russia will not have enough snow, even with the addition of Arctic and Antarctic.

It’s clear that weapons against the prospect of twelve -year -old hard labor are a boycott of the event on March 4. Only one question will ask the authorities to come to the authorities: "Are you to the extras? Get the design, that is, the ballot, and go on stage, that is, to the urn." And then right along the writer Zinoviev: "Ashes, please take with you."

We lost in advance, and our friends of Nemtsov and Ryzhkov played our life and fate, who, in the hostile Udaltsov-Baburin-Seleznevsky environment, went to the hills to lap Medvedev tea. Baburin and Seleznev are still informals. Like dinosaurs among smaller and nimble predators from the LDPR and the Communist Party. And Udaltsov, whom I undeservedly considered an extremist (an extremist would not have gone to Medvedev a boy on a run), even brought the president to tea to the president. It’s good that I don’t die, like one smart Hans from Andersen’s fairy tale, who came to get married to the princess with his grunt.

The implacable opposition was quite manual. She swallows a bare hook, not even demanding a worm, worse than the most inexperienced fry. If only they respect these walkers to Kremlin tea, as in the time of Kalinin. And did this beaten army with compressed tails intend to confront Putin? Would you like to go to their popular walk? They are not allowed to hold a rally, so they are going to celebrate Shrovetide along with the monument to Marx. The Communists will treat pancakes with red caviar, the Nazis - with black, and democrats will be sprinkled with a three -layer marmalade.

And the hands of those who are going to take up the garden ring for them are counted in advance, capitalized and converted into the next Kremlin afternoon snack with swamp leaders. At cost. How Jeanne Bichevskaya sings: "Didn't I exchange me in the Cheka ..."

Complete Brecht: The country that has such an alternative is unhappy. Putin, of course, is a Bolshevik, but they are not even in the hucks in the hills, but simply picket vests that bothers the dictator in the mouth of not only their finger, but also our heads.