Narodny. Treatise

Dmitry Bykov - about the most important

Dmitry Bykov - about the most important

Let's all agree on the move - I hope the majority will agree - so that cattle does not apply to the people and extremely rarely saw him. The people-with a certain black and white, I want to stop a talkative disagreement-there is a population busy and power over my own fate. The people are the one who sows, plows, writes, fights, teaches, heals and smokes, and the one who does not smell at all, is not a people. The people, we are noticed by the mind of frivolous character, cold to the delight of frivolous, is one who is busy with the creativity of the people - the people who do not create are dead. It doesn’t matter what his name is - Vasily, Mikola, Moses or Talgat, and it is important that the result of effort never measures the result. He does not scream “with these hands!” ... He does not reproach - “Whose Bread you eat bread?!” - And, seeing that in the kitchen cockroaches, he does not think that they were sent by the State Department. A fisherman, a poet, a hunter, a shipbuilder can be equal to the people: it is important for all of how much labor is meaningful, and not how black or white. One sign of the cattle every year is increasingly in full growth: it calls itself as a “ordinary people”, although the people are by no means simple, especially ours. To fathers and children, such a difficulty is very expensive: not atrocities, but this is what we defeat the external enemy. And since it was about the complex gamut of Russian relations with that enemy - here it only grides by cattle, and we can think about something else. A day without war will live in vain. An enemy is everywhere, he steals everything from us. Since the cattle can’t do anything, it won’t go to fight - but to scorch, to head to a neighbor, to build up, shouting nonsense, and finally assign a victory! I do not argue, there are no equal in this cattle.

Another feature - look, admire, - you look at the stain on the sheets: there is a riot with permission to riot, as Pasternak calls it. They are close to the feeling of an elbow, swaras, packs, they like, of course, to beat under a breath - but it would be better for a disabled person. Buzoters, but only with the permission of all the saints, as Mandelstam said in the Fourth Prose. They themselves are fed and strong, but with any sodden threat they run under the canopy of the saving hand. Their rule, in fact, is indisputable: they yell, threatening with unbridledly, but protect only what is possible, but poison those who cannot be. Need, by golly, the disorders are big, in order to proudly, despite the fright, spray drools, ardently protecting what has already crushed everyone around. Bydlyak is not able to fight, the cattle will not regret anyone, does not understand the word “nobility”, but only the word “shaggy” knows. I also note, closer to the main thing that in the cattle, no matter how he has flames, there is pride - but always baseness; More precisely, the pride of the basement. After all, there is a soul, I am talking about which I am a day, and my heart understands itself, and there is a conscience - but there is a delight of the case: see everything that I am shit! Another super-duper-patriot is especially familiar with such ecstasy: after all, they all do not believe in the yota what they fool us. When it makes decisions so that the whole country is frozen, confused, it understands everything perfectly. “Yes, I am. Do you see Satan? " He sees, yes. It is not necessary to emphasize (but to keep silent, in my opinion, it is sinful) that cattle-in its pure form of the servant of hell and builds hell wherever it came: he is hidden vertically, pyramid, appreciates lust, envy, poverty-and twilight, so that it is barely visible, since the cattle is scary on the light. Therefore, it shouts with the word “cattle”: “shame”, throwing God the news than ... I can understand. It was sore. Vaughn Iskander recalled the word "mob." I recommend this for study, this archaism does not study at all. Do you really want to be called black? It sounds much noble.