Monologue in a circle

No, no, no, don't even try. Let's not move!
It's all not serious: Chirikova, Navalny... Tell us more about Nemtsov, ha ha.
Who to follow? No, we would go, but for whom?
Give us a real leader! Right here on the couch. We need an impeccable one like us - there can be no compromises here. Give Sakharov, Mahatma Gandhi, Wales, at worst. No Walesa? Get out of here with your nonsense.
And then: where is the positive program? We demand a positive program, immediately. There is no positive program? Go away, don't interfere with lying down.
What? Where do I lie? What does "shit" mean? Well, yes, it smells like such a country. What are you like children, honestly! They went wrong: "Putin, Putin" ... This is such a mentality, history! It's the Tatar-Mongols who don't give a shit, the tsarist government and Ulyanov-Lenin. And now we are lying here, thinking what to do with all this. And you are distracting ... Move away, I tell you! Do not interfere with thinking in historical categories!
What are you up to with your choices? It's not serious! What choices! Firstly, the people are all the same for Putin, he is inert, greedy and dark, not like us, lying in all the brilliance of intellect ... And then, he doesn’t care, the people - there you went out, went out, and you have nothing Did not work out! So why get up in vain? When you succeed, you call, we will give you a lot of valuable advice, but now do not loom in front of the sofa, we have a quiet hour for twenty years ...
Yes, in the smell, but with breaks in Antibes and shopping in Milan, so you can live.
And do not dramatize, I also miners. You can live, and say thank you to Putin that he lets you breathe outside, Andropov is not on you, ungrateful bitches. He, of course, is still that servant of God, dear Vladimir Vladimirovich, our irreplaceable bird, but it’s all dried up, and if you don’t lie down across the cortege, then it’s like nothing. Even cool. Let them cut a couple more summits offshore and communize Sochi, let's watch this show, you can see it so well from our sofa ... She rises so well from her knees - you can see everything, literally everything!
And God forbid it explodes, here it will be instead of the ideas of Olympism, you won’t recognize your own!
Do you want Libya? It's still so early.
Libya must be earned, Libya, brother, it's forty-two years on its face, and then immediately bombing on the grateful population and reciprocal crowbar in the ass - if, of course, the population catches the benefactor alive. And our savior, a hang glider with a black belt, is hovering above us, only thirteen years old, this is still Tunisia, and not Libya at all, let a man ripen, he himself will fall, and a little darling ... "

What are you like children, honestly! They went wrong: "Putin, Putin" ... This is such a mentality, history! These are the Tatar-Mongols, the tsarist government and Ulyanov-Lenin. And now we are lying here, thinking what to do with all this.

“No, no, no upheaval, just evolution! Do not touch anything, move away from the structure, and so everything rests on your word of honor, just about *bangs about the Motherland with the whole vertical, and here you are jumping and shouting.
Stop rocking the couch!
Yes, the smell is getting stronger, and the breaks between Antibes are getting harder, but we are courageous and thrifty people, many already have gas masks ... Nothing, nothing, we will break through without getting up - in the end, there is not so long left, we will endure. By the way, one’s own smell is easier to bear, and here on the couch it’s already our own.
And there is no need for shouting - we farted it not out of fright, but out of love for the Motherland and in solidarity with its smell and centuries-old traditions. Everything is according to plan, the processes are going on, no panic, we will wait for the end of the vertical in a horizontal state, this is our fundamental decision!
No, don't persuade us, we won't even budge...