Indian curse

An emigrant who had long moved to North American shores recounted to me an instructive dialogue with her own daughter. The daughter, brought up in a patriotic way, learned Russian - in particular, according to proverbs and sayings ...

And once I asked my mother: what does it mean - "who does not work, he does not eat"? Mom explained. My daughter did not understand: how, and welfer?

“Sit on a welfer” is the first phrase learned by thousands of our emigrants… Who doesn’t work, still eats! He does not get up on an alarm clock, does not watch traffic at breakfast, afraid of being late for work; does not flinch from the market quotations creeping down ... - but meanwhile eats quite tolerably.

It is easy to “sit down” on the welfer – it can be very difficult to get up later. Lie down completely prone - much easier ...

Traveling through the vast local expanses, crossing by car either Canadian Alberta or American Arizona, we regularly found ourselves on the territory of Indian reservations. Several times during this time their dwellings were seen along the road - it was impossible to call it houses ...

And we drove through poor and even, perhaps, very poor lands, and often wondered how and how people survive in this desert; but in the most severe landscapes the walls and fences of the farmers stood at right angles; the little that man managed to recapture from nature was kept in an underlined order - the places of residence of the Indians were marked by the usual disregard for the vertical for the Russian eye ...

To the question: what are the textbook Navajos and Sioux doing in the era of Internet technologies, our guide just shrugged his shoulders: they drink.

This is not poverty. Poverty is a circumstance, but here it is a choice. Indians live this way because they don't want to live any other way. Or can't they? The line between tradition and biological selection is almost elusive.

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Every single day, a DHL employee drives up to the Borovitsky Gate and asks the owners of the country to sign for the parcel from yesterday's New York Stock Exchange

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Paradoxically, the whites are also to blame for this ... America, exonerating its colonial guilt, imposed such unthinkable benefits and benefits on the surviving red-skinned population that it discouraged Chingachgook's descendants from working.

A young Indian can enter any university out of competition - but why does he need this headache if he has the hereditary right to sell smoke without excise and collect foam from the gambling business?

Degradation? Yes, but how cozy!

Doesn't it remind you of anything?

Let's leave alone the North American redskins, let's go to the mirror, peer into the color of our own face.

For the second decade already, a huge country, for the 20th century - on its own, without any colonizers - slaughtering millions of its best citizens, lives, in essence, on welfare. On a huge oil and gas allowance - where are the Indians with their slot machines!

Every single day, a DHL employee drives up to the Borovitsky Gate and asks the country's owners to sign for a parcel from yesterday's New York Stock Exchange - $106 per barrel, $110 per barrel...

It is not necessary to win exhausting competition - “let the German”, in Gogol’s words, “stretch out of a penny”, let the Mercedes shareholders rack their brains over how to get around the Japanese workaholics at the turn ...

And we will cut another five or two billion like to support the Zhiguli - we will give a larger piece to the leader of the St. Petersburg Comanches with his comrades on the Lubyanka prairies; the rest we will roll off to the red-faced labor collective, for political support. Here are the goodies.

And we will ride in the same Mercedes or, at worst, in a Toyota - the money, thank God, does not end! There, while sawing, the postman brought new ones ...

And that one day the freebie will end and we will simply die out after the descendants of Chingachgook - well, we only live once, why think about it.