Stamp in the passport

Actually, this is a good idea: to enter the text of the Russian anthem in the passport. No one really knows him. Old people with banners all about Stalin strive to sing, who raised them. Middle -aged people are tactlessly recall about the indestructible union. Young people do not understand any of the three varieties of Mikhalkov at all. And it is necessary to remember the words.

Well, he suggests : "place" a rare poem to the sensational music of Alexandrov in the passports. Place the kings. Place the statements of famous citizens. Place the views of cities, starting with Vilnius, so that the Lithuanians also remember something. The contours of Kievan Rus do not finally forget, you yourself understand, this is not even necessary to explain. Hello Yanukovych from Vladimir, in a broad sense.

He calls this kind of gymnification of Russian Ausweis a "element of soft power" and reinforces an important argument. "Millions of visual contacts of foreign border guards with the pages of Russian passports," he says, is a resource that we forget about. " And then you grab your head right behind: really, we forget! But now the massive recruitment of foreign border guards, who, through visual contacts with pages (looking into them, as to the poster of the goat, if translated from non -Russian deputy to the classic Mayakovsky) learn the Russian language and penetrate the power of our anthem, is practically guaranteed.

But most importantly, he claims historical continuity. He wants to eliminate soullessness. “Interest in the history of the Fatherland,” he continues to speak out in a non -native, but beloved language, “can and should become spiritual scrapers for modern Russian society.” He does not want Russian citizens to be “Ivanes who do not remember kinship” - and then it’s time to name his name if you are not yet in the know yesterday's news.

This is Mikhail Degtyarev, State Duma deputy from the LDPR, a recent applicant for the post of metropolitan mayor. The one, yes. And in his current speeches, if you compare them with the previous ones, there is such an inextricable connection that you are directly struck by the integrity of this character.

These are things of the same order: his May calls to ban in Russia the walking of the dollar - and the placement of kings in the passport. These are indissoluble things: the candidate pre-election trusteeship about the Vietnamese prisoners of concentration camps in Golyanov, which he offered to cut the rations -and "Russia-our sacred power" on the page of the former sickle-young. This, in the end, is a special kind of patriotism, with spiritual scrapers of the widest diameter, even put on your head, and the biography is also a special kind: from provincial "going together" - to "United Russia", from Samara to Moscow, from the local department of the Pjiv to the LDPR, where he, like in that joke about gestapo, is probably disliked for cruelty.

In fact, even a patriot as Vladimir Volfovich is not preoccupied with decorating passports and, for all his xenophobia, does not dream of tightening the rules of the internal schedule in the concentration camp. It is yes to embrace the Caucasus with barbed wire, but without excessive Vertukha’s severity, let them eat what they want there. The glorious change in general is growing, worthy of an expensive leader. Moreover, in the eyes of Degtyarev, such a serious patriotism flickers, and on the brow is such a state thought that inevitably you even begin to somehow worry about Zhirinovsky.

He can devour it suddenly, long before leaving well -deserved peace, and today, when Vladimir Volfovich again splashed the gasoline in an ethnic bonfire, this threat does not look completely unrealistic. By the way, it is possible that Degtyarev with his anthem fussed precisely because the chair was slightly swaying under the veteran of our political scene. He decided to show who is the true Zhirinovsky in the LDPR.

And so - a good idea, the book is not always at hand or laptop, you can read the passport at leisure. Or, even better, listen to the music. There are, you know, such postcards: you reveal, and from it a song, the same deputy Kobzon with a choir, for example, in a passport, performing a national anthem. If you want, you don’t want, but you will remember, however, then you will sing. Imagine our large delegation enters Washington, reveals the documents, and of them - loud mighty singing, shaking walls, throughout the airport. The Russians arrived!