Homeland here, inside

Recently, they often tell me that it is time to leave the country: they say, the power there is fair, and officials are just darling, and housing is cheaper, and people are not so aggressive and evil. They advise you to sell real estate in Moscow and move to Montenegro, at sea, forever. But personally, I, who passed fire and water, do not want to leave at all.

I like to be here, albeit difficult, but here. What I just did not see, as soon as I did not live, but it was always fun. In the orphanage, where they beat before and hung; Or after him, when those around were afraid of me as a leper: "Orphan-ah-ah!"; Or during service on an atomic submarine, where every campaign could become the last. Up to 40 years old did not have residence and housing. Only a few years ago he married a good girl and found a family.

I love my difficulties, whatever they are. Apparently, I can only live in them and with them. I would like to do otherwise, but it doesn’t work. Therefore, I excellently think, how will I be without them? It happens that the name is to rest in foreign resorts. And I reply: “What will I do there? Well, I will lie down a couple of days on the beach. Well, I’ll go along the seashore in the evening. And I want to go home. I’ll collect things quickly and I will go to the airport.” Several times he came to his friends in Finland, examined the sights, visited the Orthodox churches. But already in the evening he asked: "When is the bus to Russia?" The Finns and the friends living there stared at me - he only arrived, but he wanted to go back. Then the Finns stepped aside, smiling strangely. Friends convinced to stay: "What to do there? Dear bad, police officers are bribe takers, it is impossible to buy an apartment. Live here." And I muttered under my breath that I needed back to bad roads, but mine.

I do not dream of much. There was an opportunity - the temple built, fed the homeless. But there was not one, but with other people. They did not leave. They stayed. Yes, in Russia everything is not as good as we would like. But my children will live here. Is it really so easy to take a suitcase today and quit what they will have to redo it tomorrow? After all, perhaps someone yesterday could not make me better than my best today. What remains to do if we were born here at this very time?

Repeatedly spoke about this topic with his wife. She argues in the same way: "Where he was born, there was useful." Although the wife has an education, and housing is an inheritance from his grandfather. Again, the grandfather, who fought at the front during the Great Patriotic War, left us this apartment. We can’t imagine how she will be without us, his descendants, obliged to him already because he stood at the 1945 Victory Parade, wiping his eyes from tears. And where will my bones lie after I move to God? Here Valery Zolotukhin built the temple and rested near him, having the opportunity to lie on Vagankovsky. And lay down at home, in a quick source. Apparently, because the homeland is inside.

Yes, I would like to have changes in society, so that the state is different to be around the “cultural multuries” around. But if I and others leave, then who will do it? Therefore, early in the morning I go to work in Moscow. And in the headphones, rowers humming to the beat:

"And it seems to me that there is no reason

Be proud of your fate,

But if I could choose myself

I would again become myself. "

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