Execution of the KS

There are a lot of complaints, everyone showing interest: why ks? Yes, for God's sake. I will explain why KS. You will have to start published: even the FSB is known that the troubles of the Russian background are disrespect for oneself. We were intimidated by howling, barking, they cropped our agility, and therefore we allow us to create all this with us. Sometimes women are also brave, and the men are completely suck. They would have respected themselves - and the century would have come gold, but in the midst of the realities of the viles, where under the foot a solid page, what would it be suddenly thought of a feat to respond to yourself? The deduced press is silent, the Internet was almost covered, there is no magnetics and Dneproges, there are no flights to Mars either-and we, limping horses, whose status, in general, are capable of only against someone’s background for trotches. The years of public depression crawl, carrying imperfection; Now there are no other professions here, like to grumble for everything and everything. You cannot love people. Dumb nascent, Telik serves us only so that we can love ourselves. Only by spitting someone else's caste, we are able to endure our own; We only love the country, apartment and family in contrast ... Observe the conclusion on the tablets: insight is a long process. So that you respected yourself, you are given, comrades, ks.

And what? I am all familiar to me. After all, I am in sight, and I am truly familiar to me alone at any time native home of my home: if I leaned out, nnna! In the stagnation, in the thaw, in the floods, in the days of the glamorous thief, anyone would do a lot better than I can do; And I drown this war of courtyard anger easily. When it would not be me - they would be long ... But I am interfering, here's the trouble! How good it would be to threaten me! Where does the Fatherland look?! But I am useful for at least to shade their talents.

Vivat, ks! With a sullen groan, hundreds of signs stick into you, but you will serve the country in the background, so that everyone resides yourself. Let them envy the Thames, let the enemies hang ...

And I, the country, then you.

Love me and take care.