Patriots, where are you from?

On the issue of life on the outskirts and life in general.

In some 1979, Uzbeks and Tajiks could be seen exclusively on Red Square and on Gorky Street in ceremonial robes, with gold teeth and wearing orders. Residents of the Caucasian republics generally wore suits, raincoats, coats and white shirts. Nobody thought about them. As far as I remember, there were almost no jokes.

I grew up on the pastoral outskirts of Moscow, in Belyaev-Konkovo, where Prigov lived at that time. A large number of intellectuals and, for some reason, KGB officers lived there. It was considered a decent area.

I confess that I learned the intricacies of human anatomy very early. And it's not what you think. When I was six or seven years old, at a table for playing cards and dominoes in an apple orchard, I saw a little guy who was cut open by his playing partners in a crisscross pattern like a frog. I saw his bare beating heart, something blue-green below (I decided that this was the spleen), I saw a thin layer of ragged subcutaneous fat. The man held his very long intestines in his hands. He pressed it to his chest and stomach. He was shaking. He cried. It was interesting. At his feet, the wind rolled treshniks and rubles stained with blood. The money was then collected by boys from our yard. I squatted and watched. An hour later the ambulance arrived.

There was also a ravine opposite our house. In the warm season, mass rapes or completely voluntary orgies were an almost daily occurrence there. You were allowed to look, but through the branches. It was necessary to behave quietly. So I’m savvy here too.

I saw his bare beating heart.

Another boy from my yard was sitting in a drawing lesson. A fellow student sitting behind him also, in order to expand anatomical knowledge, i.e. just like that, I stuck a pair of scissors under his shoulder blade and pierced his heart.

At my school, one, by the way, very beautiful girl of 14 years old was deflowered in the labor class. But it wasn’t what you thought either. Several boys tied her to a workbench and did it with a screwdriver. Then both these boys and the girl continued their studies at school. The girl, however, sometimes behaved inappropriately. But everyone joined the Komsomol.

But let's forget anatomy. For example, just murders. The upstairs neighbor was stabbed to death by his son. They drank and quarreled. I saw my dad stabbed to death when he was still alive - he was sliding down the railing onto our landing.

Funerals were a public matter. The deceased was placed at the entrance where he lived. And everyone came up and kissed me on the forehead. A fake brass band was playing. Then everyone ate tons of pies from aluminum basins, got drunk and fought.

If a man got married, for some reason he dressed up as a woman. Drunk, with an accordion, he walked with friends through the streets and persuaded passers-by to feel his fake bust.

And all the guys gathered together at the entrances or in kindergartens, smoked, drank port, gnawed sunflower seeds and talked about the criminal offenses they had committed or sexual pleasures. If there were no cigarettes, booze or sunflower seeds, they simply spat. Sometimes a good conversation was worth tens of liters of saliva.

Or is it still much more honorable to fall at the hands of a blond warrior?

Everyone also threatened to imprison each other, but imprisonment was achieved very rarely. One of my courtyard acquaintances sat down. This was a 13-year-old boy who first beat a policeman to a pulp and then burned a Japanese walking excavator almost to the ground.

Of course, the guys from Konkov and Belyaev hated the guys from Teply Stan and fought wall to wall. If my parents asked me to go to the supermarket in Teply Stan, it was a big problem. We had to call the homies. And we all rode bicycles to the store together. There was no way to escape without a bike.

I could remember these details for another week, probably. But the main thing is this: Russians, Tatars, Belarusians, Ukrainians, Jews and even a couple of black Africans (one, I remember, was called Roma) were involved in all these actions. But I don’t remember a single Chechen, Nogai, Uzbek, Dungan, Kyrgyz, etc.

From here I draw a conclusion: gentlemen, patriots exhausted by life, professing faith in universal ethnic crime and thirsting for the immediate removal of all foreigners - all these things can be done, but not for citizens of the former republics of the USSR and citizens of the Russian Federation from the Caucasus? Do you want to say that if all these unpleasant migrant worker-killers leave Moscow, then prosperity will come and our traditional compatriots - Russians, Tatars, Jews, etc. - will do the same things as all of the above? And where is the pleasure in this for you and me? Or is it still much more honorable to fall at the hands of a blond warrior or at least a kindred Tatar in spirit?

And another question: patriots who were tormented by foreigners - where are you from?