On the way to archetype

More than half of the Russians finally found their political ideal - they want to live like with Brezhnev

Food store at sunset of the Soviet era

Great, fellow citizens! And most importantly, there is nothing easier, because half -years have already been done: here are the political prisoners, and the overseas enemy, and the good price of oil, and the leading role of the party! There are real trifles to bring the current landscape in accordance with the archetype.

To begin with, we pass the passport, until, after Guriev, Nabiullina did not dump. And faster, faster, comrades, we delay ourselves! The traitors of the Motherland - a barrier on the head! Shopping in Milan - for children of members of the Politburo, for a trip to Bulgaria we turn to the “triangle” at the place of work: administration, trade union, party organization ... have they forgotten? Remember, relatives. But forget about Antalya: this is not for you at all, my lovers of the past - we are responsible for the bazaar! Here you have a visa -free Ukraine - and general greetings: we walk around the Evpatoria and rejoice that not Saki.

The resorts of the Caucasus again ... So they promise Chechnya to pull up to the level of Sochi ... or Sochi to the level of Chechnya? In short, what you wanted.

And give the Nissan, bastard.

I tell you this, you, my average sufferer, wise nostalgia! Give Nissan, Toyota, Volkswagen or what you have, you have, my noise, the focused, here are the “Lada” by appointment, the boots of wooden firms “Skorokhok”, made with sprats and half a folk sausage for a bright holiday of October.

Heka remember?

Remember, bitch, hek. The coffee drink, the program “Lenin University of Millions”, the line for toilet paper, the film “Liberation”, Vatu - the wife instead of gaskets ... remembered? Buried?

Look into the eyes!

Bitter to you, brother? And then let's forget it, since it is bitter ... I will pump the whiskey according to the bourgeois habit, and you, do not blame you, the port of "Agdam" on the callous fluid - and Aida to Telik, for football! In fairness, to me, the English Premier League, you-El-Classico "Kairat"-"Carpathians" ... (What country they ruined!)

Do you still like Brezhnev, honey?

Already less?

Ah, would you like Brezhnev with an iPad and a servel, with a fresh DiCaprio and Toyota, and better than a “Merin”, and so that the Champions League for Hineken beer and “All inclusive” with sea views?

Hek to you, dear comrade! There is no such stagnation.

That is, of course, it happens, but not for long, - while the freebie goes off scale, and you can pick in the nose, sitting on these bowels and combining your zoology with someone else's highlight. And as a barrel will fall, you will be, a sadder, not Brezhnev L.I., but Chernenko K.U. In full growth - there is no milk and not to give more than one loaf in your hands!

That's why you will happen to my brake.

And when the next saint appears on the final ruins of the insane country, ready to be guilty of the same chance for him - you, wretched, will be the first to trample him, right?

But this is when it will be, but for now - the rake is spread out, and the country is already in flight. She flies there with the whole labor collective of the dependents, led by this white -eyed hope of all progressive humanity, which will be torn off from feeding only on the day of the funeral, and then not immediately.

Masisi boobs, dear Vladimir Vladimirovich!

You go in the right way, comrades ...

Photo: ITAR-TASS