Congress of winners

Residents of Moscow and the proxies of Sobyanin: will Sergey Semenovich continue to deal with corruption just as wonderful?

Illustration: Vasily Efanov. An unforgettable meeting

Already at the exit from the metro you feel: something important happens nearby. The cube of Navalny, for example, stands, and around - youth. By the way, it’s probably a shame to admit, but for the first time in my life I saw a cube of Navalny. Cube and cube. Indeed, a cube. Who will say that this is a ball, let the first throw a stone at me.

Secondly, the flowering manner handed the passer-by a non-stale bouquet of white roses and shouted: “Take it! Give Sobyanin! " People walked past the merchant, to the yards, to the house of children's creativity. To meet with trustees of the acting mayor. Not that an endless stream, but they walked. And I went. In the end, I can’t lie for years, I live fifteen in the northeastern district of the capital, I have, that is, right.

By the way, yes, it is worth noting: from the very beginning they did not lie, no one promised Sobyanin. In the mailboxes, invitations were scattered precisely to meet with trustee.

At the entrance - virgins in white, distribute badges and programs. In the lobby - also virgins, also distribute. In glass windows - trophies produced by children of the NAO in honest battles. Cups, vases and other award dishes. Among the windows are people of all ages and complexes. There are many people. The buffet works. But for some reason in the buffet is deserted. The path to the hall where the meeting should take place is a narrow and steep staircase. Pensioners rise, grunting, and remember the acting with unkind words. In the corridor - also narrow, police officers, strong men with badges "organizer" are being interpreted, and male imposing, in good costumes. The authorities are visible from afar. And here is an unexpected blow: you can only go through the lobby, and they do not let them into the hall itself, where the meeting should begin. A tall man in a bright suit, exuding happiness and contentment, drives away the break through: “There are no places! Sorry, there are no places in the hall! Stay in the lobby, there will be a video broadcast. They will bring chairs now. ” In the lobby, pensioners, representatives of caring youth, middle -aged women and an unimaginable number of people with badges “organizer”, as well as people without badges, who nevertheless confidently give out orders are crowded in the lobby. - Arranged here! - the gray lady is outraged. - Do not take a break! A young man turns to her: “So, maybe you don’t have to vote for Sobyanin, since he cannot even organize a meeting?” Oh, your own among strangers. The lady unexpectedly appears with a speech in defense of the acting: - It was not he arranged. He has other things. This subordinates are no good for him! Two young virgins are pushed past the exit: - Do you think she will notice that we dumped? Apparently they fear a strict boss. Not all that is, came here of their own free will. Which, frankly, is expected. And then it begins. The promised video broadcast begins. Well, that is, how it begins. Fudy well done with badges and without starting the projector. On the screen is a hall for two hundred places, really clogged to capacity. Scene. Sobyaninsky banners. Blue table. Some people at the table. Probably worthy people. And all this is without sound. There are no speakers. Something says to the microphone deputy of the MGD Semennikov. Spectators are sitting in front of a hefty screen. Talking about their affairs. Leaving the deadline. It seems that no one but me is concerned with the lack of sound. The organizers continue to exude radiance. And, no, one was worried, opened the door to the hall. Now, on top of the even rumble that the audience is created in the lobby (by the way, there are a person here, not to lie, forty), scraps of phrases fly: - Sergey Semenovich, who achieved ... - I, like a large mother ... - eight billion ... - Dicked up officials ... I get up at the door to the hall to hear better, but in vain. Strange wreckage of words continue to fly into me: - Seven kilometers ... - In an emergency house ... - Sergey Semenovich, who proved ... a bureau in a strict costume through the gap takes pictures of the hall on the phone. Immediately sends a photo on Twitter. (Yes, I, despising decency, look over her shoulder.) “On the stage is a deputy of the MGD Gerasimov,” the woman writes and puts the hashtag “#SobyaninSvao”. So I find out that on the stage is a deputy of the MGD Gerasimov, and the woman, having fulfilled the sacred duty, goes away, into the air. I think that life will not give me more absurd than the spectacle today. But life immediately shakes the pessimist (me). Firstly, columns are brought from somewhere, and secondly ... Secondly, an elderly but strong man in a strange checkered jacket appears in the lobby, with a so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-soothoper and a grated portfolio. The man confidently goes to the door to the hall. Towards him - a shining organizer in a bright one: - There are no places. “Press,” the man says calmly. - There are no places. - Presidential pool. A man shows the organizer a blue book. Sovetsky still, probably, times. Now they are no longer made by such press cards. Now what are the press cards? So, rubbish, not press cards. - International magazine. Presidential pool. For the first time I see that the presidential pool is not allowed. For some reason, I think that the man is from the magazine Polyurethane. It was such a magazine at the time of it, and it always seemed to me that it was precisely such men that work there. - Do you need a press? - The tone of an employee of an international magazine from a presidential pool becomes threatening. - There are no places. - I was invited by Sergey Semenovich Sobyanin, personally. - The stubborn employee of the unknown media present the very invitation that was shed in mailboxes. There is really a portrait of Sobyanin, “Dear friend, we invite you” and even fax signature. - There are no places. - We will draw up an act. - Compose. The second organizer appears. Not shining. Strong. In a blue T -shirt and a black beard. Decisively blocks the road to proxies. And here the man, instead of drawing up the promised act, rushes to the breakthrough. Well done with Baeji and without all over the hall, they are running overpathes. A completely important organizer sticks out of the hall. “Maybe we let alone one thing,” the bright suit asks, which has already lost a shining smile somewhere. “He needs hell here,” the important says importantly. The representative of the presidential pool continues to push and ultimately flies from the doors somersault, on the way it hurts me quite painfully. That's how I suffered for Sergey Semenovich, but I don’t even like him. And the policeman came, and the organizers with the badges laughed into the voice, and the irreconcilable employee of the press shouted that he would bring everyone to clean water here, that he had a security service, which now pouring everyone now, and that he would not leave it like that. And then he asked where the buffet was, and went into the buffet. - What publication was he from? - I asked strong, with a beard. - From the non -existent. And I was about to leave, thinking that I saw enough, but the bearded suddenly asked me:
“Are you from some media too?”
“I am also from some media,” I did not unlock.
- Let me go to the hall, there is just a free place there.

Still, it is nice that we, ordinary employees of the pen, respect much more than representatives of the presidential pool.

I entered the hall and did not regret it.

The deputy of the MGD Semennikov said, continuing, apparently, some thought:

- So take care of men, women.

I sat down in a chair and prepared to listen to questions.

Great questions. Amazing questions. An hour and a half of real pleasure.

The questions are approximately the following:

- Hello, I am Ivan Petrov, a resident of the Otradnoye microdistrict. Tell me, why do you think that exactly Sergey Semenovich Sobyanin should become the mayor of Moscow?

The astronaut Laveikin, Honored Man, Hero of the Soviet Union, rises. And he tells penetratively how he looked at the ground from the space. Europe from space is a continuous electric light. And Russia is a black spot, and only Moscow shines.

Well, a beautiful and accurate image.

And when you look at how Moscow shines, you understand that only a person with unique experience (then the positions that Sobyanin had to occupy in detail) can control this giant metropolis. This is not for you to take the people to rallies. And Sergey Semenovich is a man of business. And in general, the astronaut Laveikin reports at the end, he would have left with Sergey Semenovich into outer space.

That would be Sergey Semenovich left there.

- Hello, I am a pensioner Maria Petrova, I have been living in the ULAO for forty years, and when Sergei Semenovich was appointed mayor, I immediately told my relatives, friends and even acquaintances that he is the person who needs Moscow. Here.

- And the question?
- Do you agree with me?

Well, still. They agree.

A military pilot, hung with orders, asks Sergei Semenovich to erect a monument to the liquidators of disasters. The hall applauds.

And the questions are becoming hotter:

-Tell me, as you think, will Sergey Semenovich continue to successfully fight corruption, becoming the mayor, how did he do this when he was mayor?

- Well, what are you, no, of course. Sergei Semenovich will become even more successful with corruption. And by the way, the fight against corruption is an important topic. But here we need the experience of Sergei Semenovich, otherwise you know, some points are trying to earn on the fight against corruption, but it was thanks to the actions of the authorities that such a struggle became possible.

In general, Navalny is often sleeping, but by name they are not called. He is for the gathered - as a devil for superstitious mantis.

- Tell me, will Sergey Semenovich continue, becoming mayor, just as wonderful to improve the squares?

- Of course, Sergey Semenovich will continue. With renewed vigor. Everything will be better. Even better. I just watched plans for the reconstruction of the Grandmother's Park. This is a miracle.

In fact, real questions also sound. The queues in clinics, broken roads, deceived equity holders, noise, aggravation. Here the blow takes on the prefect of the Swao Vinogradov and acts, I must admit, very professionally: leave the coordinates. Give the details. We will figure it out. I'll come in person.

By the way, he knows many complainants in person and even by names. This is not the first time, apparently, they complain.

But mainly, of course, we are talking about the greatness and genius of Sergei Semenovich. Sergey Semenovich is a man of business. Sergey Semenovich is a man of words. Sergey Semenovich is a man from the presidential team. Sergey Semenovich is a system of a system. Sergey Semenovich. Sergey Semenovich. Sergey Semenovich.

Spectators, by the way, applaud. And it is quite obvious that many came of their own free will. There are many elderly people in the hall, they probably impress this all - the table of the presidium, and protocol speeches, and the atmosphere of the party meeting. They are in a world that does not change. And again it will not change. They know who will win. They are the congress of the winners. They feel good. Well, or at least calmly.

This was loved to portray in early piercing films about hypocrisy of party activists. According to the canon of the early piercing film, by the way, of course, I should play the role of a young journalist who is fearlessly exposing the rotten world. Stand up, for example, and ask:

- What do you think about prostitution in pioneering camps, comrade chairman of the district executive committee?

But to make noise, there are younger people. Here they are - a group of teenagers in uniform white T -shirts with the symbols of the candidate’s headquarters. At times, adolescents begin to yell out of place:

- Sobyanin! Sobyanin! Sobyanin!

And I am imbued with this wonderful atmosphere. I begin to believe that Sergei Semenovich is a man of business, words, president and system. That the world is beautiful and unshakable.

But here, for my happiness, deputy Semennikov screams into the microphone to let everyone understand that the holiday is over:

- Sobyanin! Moscow! Victory!

Russia, Yeltsin. Freedom. I have been living for a long time, I have seen a lot. And when he left, he saw in the lobby of two lovely girls, those who at the beginning of the party tried to slip away. Apparently, the patrol caught them while trying to escape, but did not shoot them.

Teenagers who have just yelled “Sobyanin” hastily remove T -shirts and caps. Maybe they should give them a props. Or maybe it’s just embarrassing to go out into this.