"Wherever you go, you have a cross ..."

Imagine a bell tower 99.6 meters high (this is more than three 9-storytakes placed on each other). Introduced? Amazing. Add to this lighting by spotlights from below, usually characteristic of Gothic temples. Not very strange yet? And now the final stroke-we hoist the 20-meter spire to the top of the bell tower, which crings the cross, illuminated by red lanterns in the dark. That is, people who risk raising their eyes up at night, a red luminous Orthodox cross is silent from the sky.

Now you can roughly imagine how I felt, leaving a cafe a couple of days ago in the city center late in the evening.

If you doubted and thought that I was brazenly deceived, then you are mistaken - here it is, the "burning" bell tower of the Kazan monastery in Tambov (though even at the construction stage).

And another photograph to make it clear how much this design stands out against the background of the city:

And you know, looking at this “miracle”, which is more adhering to the Apocalypse, and not to the Orthodox Church, I somehow thought for the first time that maybe all our authorities and all these religious figures may really consider that they are acting correctly. Maybe we, in our half -asleep state of the 2000s, missed the moment of a certain education of the new morality among the deputies and the priests.

And it turned out that right now and today the bribery strengthens Russia, and shamelessness becomes the highest moral value? Suddenly they really believe in Russian orphanages and are sure that only Putin will say - all the orphanages will immediately be dismantled? Suddenly they really baptized on a blood-red cross in the sky? There are autists who are unable to perceive the world and people in it correctly. Maybe our authorities also became a kind of autists?

Of course, readers can now be indignant and shouting: "Why are these reasoning - they need to crush them?" But, in my opinion, it is very important to realize exactly where our society made a mistake-and this has grown out of it. Suddenly it turns out that these people should not be crushed, but treated? ..

You know, recently I began to rejoice that the windows of my elderly apartment did not allow me to see this terrible pile-bell every night. And it seems to me that such feelings overwhelm people living next to the State Duma. In the meantime, I put the last BG album and listen to the lines:

There is one manifesto in the sky
Wherever you go, you have a cross on you