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Your letters, January 1, 2014
What will I say to this person? To whom, dear. Someone dreams of aromatic-hazardous brothels, and someone serves all sorts of and all sorts of purity, enjoys sterility to exhaustion, creates more and more new hygienic covenants of Moses-and he, too: on the one hand, is good, and on the other hand, it is difficult to worship sterility as selflessly as he is. Any creature in a pair in this not the best of the worlds.
They sent photos of what was too loudly called Khodynka in Sevastopol. Before the New Year, in Sevastopol, to set the record of Ukraine, a salad-olive weighing four hundred and sixteen kilograms were prepared. Everyone could get a portion. It was cold, it was raining. This did not prevent residents of all ages from arranging a crush. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured in it. In the pictures, I did not notice a single heavier face, a lot of young and cheerful, more, by the way, female. Salary salad was handed out from the platform, where a salad bowl was installed in the form of Chelny. Here, they rushed to this person, not being afraid to be trampled or trampled by someone, the inhabitants of the hero city. Hero cities are not my malice, so-in a letter, it is interestingly entitled: "To your information." Yes, the hero city, hero cities ... A successful, admitted, invention of Soviet propaganda. Among other things, it meant nothing more than a freebie for selected cities. What a free, but freebie. Give them a little more than others, asphalt, building materials, water supply equipment, Muscovites (machines) for veterans.
“The Baptist Vali's Baptist, Vanya’s husband dies,“ is the next letter. - Vanya was from Priluk. And there to this day it is supposed to vote on the deceased. His sister came to Vanya's funeral. Brothers and sisters from the local Baptist community also came together. Since the whole street gathered, there was a lot of innocent in the religious sense of the people at their disposal. So they scattered and quietly every whom he caught, and evangelizing. And the presbyter reads the main sermon near the deceased. And Vanya’s sister hugged and votes. The presbyter turns towards her and says: "Woman, what do you vote here, like a crazy one, by the word of God interfere? Stop it right now, I tell you, otherwise you will be taken out." The woman was dumbfounded, and she took her because she almost fainted with indignation. She slowly left. I didn’t say goodbye to Valya. And Valya was very pleased with how the event passed. She especially liked the sermon. I bring her words: “Well, what? I am now a widow. I have additional services. ” - "From whom is the services, Valya?" - “Those that are spelled out in the Bible. Widows and orphans are in a special account. I know my rights. ”
How do you like this letter, dear listeners of Freedom? This is what happens when customs come across, especially religious ones. She left without saying goodbye. In a sense, all customs are religious. In the sense that they have great power over people ... Such events allow us to touch the distant past. They represent him in kind, so to speak, in all its glory. The time of time ... What is this intolerance of the Baptist preacher to the woman who decided to vote above the coffin? What is this zeal of his, this anger, this rudeness? This is the attitude of old Christianity to paganism. The ruthlessness is truly Bolshevik, Stalin. A woman who is voting over the coffin is paganism in its purest form. And a gloomy, persistent bore -nurse, which proclaims the Word of God where it is necessary and not necessary, and as if he are this word, is a fanatic who says to himself: what kind of Christian are you if you don’t grab at least the club, if not at the hand of a knife, at the sight of a pagan? These are friends, Christianity without brakes. Humanity had to endure a lot before it made them. But if you do not follow the brakes, do not clean, do not lubricate them, then it begins what is written in the letter, as well as what will enter the Annals under the word “two -legged”. And the Baptist Valya, who rejoices that now God will provide her with special services as a widow, since this is stated in the Scripture that she did not read, but constantly listens from the lips of his presbyter, she is not a Christian, and there is no pagan. And this is very interesting. Some go to the Orthodox priests, others - to Baptist and other beginners, but remain, as if nothing had happened, people of their time, their breed - soviet breed. Frecklers call them the modern Russian language. She, she, this widow Valya, is a simple -minded and at the same time on her mind a freebie. If she had been in Sevastopol, when Olivier’s salad was handed out there, she would be in that crowd that was eager for Darmovshchina, not looking at her feet or on the sides - there she would be and shouted: “Let me, I am a widow!” This is their genuine religion - a freebie.
Anatoly Golovaty from Cherkassy writes: “A simple English teacher from the Vinnitsa school bought a brand bag of Louis Witton for ten thousand six hundred hryvnias on credit. This is more than a thousand euros, six of its salaries without accounting for interest of the bank. “Premier Julia Tymoshenko wore a similar one. I wanted to myself, although I could not dream, ”says Galina. - At first I wanted to borrow money from a friend and mother. I admitted what. Mom did not talk to me for a week. And my friend said that I was sick on my head. Then I found out that the bag can be taken on credit ... The first days I even slept with her. She called her husband the price three times lower. The school did not immediately believe that it was a real Louis Witton. Fucked, looked. A week ago a colleague came up to me, quietly asked my handbag for the evening - to pitch in front of my acquaintances. I said to pay two hundred hryvnias for rent. The colleague grimaced, but gave the money. Now I already have four orders for a month. Maybe I will buy one more to rent. I plan to pay off a loan in ten months. ” Did you understand Anatoly Ivanovich? - writes pan Golovaty. - Now read how this story was discussed on one of the Ukrainian sites. “The madhouse,” is the case. ” I will read some reviews. “For ninety percent of a show -off, that's all. The car is expensive - on credit, and a lot of gasoline. ” Next: "Another wedding for four hundred people with borrowed money." The next: “Yes, knowing our people, I completely believe. I have a girlfriend with a steep ai-fond for the last pennies, a teacher. "Bo in front of the students is not appropriate." Next: “Something remembered youth. "We will drink everything, but we will not disgrace the fleet!" Next: “A real woman. I wanted to - and bought it. ” Next: “She is not sure of herself, she needs some evidence or compensation. In Ukraine, this was always called: a horse, and a toad of a paw of PIDSTAVA. ” Next: “We have every second dog in the subway with Luiton. For such things, it is necessary to rotate in a certain environment, where it will at least be appreciated, as well as the voice of the egregious. ” Next: “And on Fui that handbag? My Zhinka to go with a backpack, I wanted income to not nam to Masyan, yak in tі-ї bad goos for rik-two. ” Next: “Well, Lord, if only to benefit. Maybe the bag was extremely necessary for her, you never know what kind of bziks have women. She did not kill anyone, did not rob, let her rejoice at least in such a simple way. ” - Supporting: "Some people for money, which they do not have, buy things that they are not needed in FIG to like people they cannot stand."
I am pleased that there was an occasion to once again state my theory about the benefits of consumerism, consumerism, as they say in the West, things, as in Soviet times, youth newspapers were indignantly expressed, who taught their readers to live with higher interests, put in first place spiritual, not material and not even bodily (which is not in the Soviet Union and there was no sex, as everyone knows). Yes, first I’ll say which of which of the reviews that have now been now I would sign up with the greatest pleasure. “A real woman. I wanted to - and bought it. ” Science says that things satisfy the two foundation -mental needs of a person. The first is the need for variety. Diversity in life is necessary, like air, so as not to acidify. Buying new things, updating the wardrobe, dwelling, hairstyles - these are the simplest ways. Next are more complex: a change in work, a life partner, a place of residence. The second need is self -affirmation. It is important that you are appreciated, given to you, envy you. Living for envy of people is a higher and irreplaceable pleasure for many. Self -sufficient natures laugh at this. The woman who earns five such handbags a month, why has she still not bought herself a single one and never buy, but walks and will calmly walk with a penny backpack? Because she knows how much she earns. And this is enough for her to feel good. To her light bulb that others will say about her with her backpack. There are others - those that every thread on themselves want to emphasize their coolness. Rich cheaps, God is a judge. Really good definition? Rich rich, and essentially cheaps. A special case was in the Soviet Union. For example, I earned relatively well, very good, but I went in one coat for seventy rubles for two decades. My father -in -law, the old Bolshevik, once expressed his bewilderment about this. I answered him like this: “In the country that you arranged for us, Anatoly Efimovich, to buy something is a profession, and I have a different profession, I cannot combine two.” So, consumerism improves mood and even well -being to many people, says science and practice. And my own theory goes further and deeper, which is, of course, since it is mine. With his unbridled consumers, a person moves production, finances scientific and technological progress, which will someday allow humanity to break out into the universe. So when you, an expensive listener, go crazy and buy yourself in a free road the devil knows that if only to show off in society, you not only show your vainness, but do something highly useful: make your contribution, all the more valuable, that the universal, to the development of the universe, where they rush, will come, the hordes of people like you, because they will be closely and not quite comfortable on earth, but not quite comfortable, but not quite comfortable, but not quite comfortable, but not quite comfortable. The main thing is that fashion will appear: to live outside the earthly gravity.
The next letter: “The God -fearing neighbor Nina has come, is upset and rejoiced, rejoices and upset:“ Well, the end of the world was canceled, apparently not yet according to our sins of the world, we have not earned a second coming and a terrible trial. And it’s good that the end was canceled. And then, after all, we were not instructed how to meet him, how to prepare. This is the greatest event in the history of mankind! The end of the world! Well, it is necessary to meet and conduct so that no one is offended. For the holy evening, twelve dishes must be prepared. At least kill yourself, but get down. And Kutu, and borsch with mushrooms, and mushrooms are like mushrooms, and sauer mushrooms, and kapannaya, and, and, and ... and for Christmas - seven dishes. Fine. We observe. We taught us - we observe. And at the end of the world what to cook and stove? What, I ask? It is necessary to prepare people, clarify. Tomorrow I’ll go to the priest, ask. He will not say - I’ll go to another, let him say another. And you, Luda, look on the Internet, maybe there is something there. ” Here, Anatoly Ivanovich, this Nina left, and I sit and do not know whether to laugh, or cry, or laugh through tears. We entered such a people in the twenty -first century, dream of democracy. Of course, it will be, a democratically chosen state Duma. What do you think, how many dishes to cook at the end of the world she will deliver? Sincerely L. Gorchakova. " Oh, Mrs. Gorchakova, in the Congress of the United States of America there is neither Zheleznyak, nor Goryacheva and Lakhova, about his laws that they are adopted in a crazy house - normal, humane and competent laws, and however, prudent citizens who created reserves by the end of the end of the end, it turned out to be no less than in Russia, no less.
From the letter of the school verbal, which the units remained: “Dostoevsky at one time wondered why the monitor-bearer constantly curses obscenities. This is Satanism in church dogmas! In other countries, they can swear obscenities, but God -bearers are talking on it. 0B explanation found this: the influence of the Mongol yoke. I am well aware of the customs of the Mongols of antiquity, they are now not swearing. In the era of Genghis Khan, all sorts of sexual deviations were punishable by death, but the mat is their listing. In addition, the mat was discovered in the pre -Mongol birch bark letters. Everything is much simpler than in the intricate versions of Dostoevsky. What they think about, then in the language. This is the soul of the Bogoniks. She is black and dirty. 0DA General outlined me the theory that the mat helps the Russians to fight, this is their weapon. But really so, ”the letter says. The question remains whether the mat helps to live. According to my observations, it helps, and strongly, but living is not quite humanly, which in a certain sense is still better than not to live at all. While life lasts, there is hope for its gradual humanization.
Anton Eremenko writes: “In one of your programs, you discussed the adjective“ Russian ”. Regarding this adjective and its analogues in other European languages, a small note. The Germans call the Russians, unlike themselves, just a noun: der russe, die Russian - respectively in a male and female gender. The adjective russisch is used only in its own grammatical category, including to designate the Russian language. Knowing your love for ethno-philological highlights, I give a couple more. I am sure - it will come in handy to screw on occasion. Prussia is a historical state, and in Russian Prusak is a black cockroach. The Germans respond to this by the Russians with rare philological reciprocity. In their language, the word "russe" is also a cockroach. In addition, der Russia (like this, with a trimmed ending) in Bavaria - beer in half with lemonade, although it would be more logical to apply this designation to beer with vodka, which the author of these lines was indulged in the young years in order to fully use the high specific (relative to the price) slaughter force of this wondrous drink. In the same Bavaria there is a “Russian torch” (russische fakel, in German a female family): a foam with a diameter of half a meter. A cross -shaped cut in the depths is made in it, gasoline is poured there (I think, diluted with machine oil) and is set on fire. Giving heat and light, burning with the stump very carefully, from time to time you only need to add fuel. Anton Eremenko. "
Thanks for the letter, Anton. Maybe beer with lemonade in one circle resembles the Germans Russian kvass, so they gave this swill the name Der Russia. If my will, I would forbid this mockery both over beer and lemonade. And beer with vodka in one container is subject to not only a ban, but also an eternal curse. Such disrespect for beer and vodka does not deserve forgiveness. And the fact that the Russians call Tarakan Prusaku, and the Germans-Rusaku is connected, in my opinion, just with the fact that both words have one root: Rus. It was probably affected by both Prusak and Rusak - both blond, and the red mustache has a red mustache. Well, how not to call a cockroach Prussak!
I take the following letter: “Dear Anatoly Ivanovich, some kind of letter refreshed in your immense memory the sixty-sixth sonnet Shakespeare. So, maybe you know the most interesting of the modern translations of this masterpiece? In any case, many of your listeners, I am sure, will be interesting to listen to him in the light of their relationship with Russian reality. Read it, be kind! ” Perhaps I will do it. The author of the translation is Sergey Shabutsky. More precisely, this is not a translation, but a quail, a poem on the theme of the Sixpire.
When I die! Before that, it took
That the grandmas settled at the gorges,
That the old people are speaking at the stations,
What "Orthodox" means "beating the Jews."
That the cop and bandyugan were
That the wheel six in the "six hundredth",
That they come to the registry office by love for money,
That the people lay down with enthusiasm for sexot.
What do the bestseller do from shit
That the arrears are sculpting monuments,
That the musician plays the plowan
What teaches an intellectual bydl to live.
Another would die by the age of fifteen -
And I won’t let me go.
“Dear Anatoly Ivanovich! So will Putin, finally declared a divorce from the first wife to get married with the second? ”, Is such a question in the next letter, and what else in it will not read aloud. I can only say that it is also said that for any person in Russia, whether he is for Putin or against, it is quite obvious that this depends only on Putin, but not on the church with its rules and ministers - they will condemn, anyone else, anywhere and as you like. What else can you say? When we are accepted to discuss \ this event, we involuntarily take out everything that really matters, and this is all connected with one, with the main thing: before us, the ruler, for whom there are neither laws nor decency. What can change his divorce? Over the years of the reign of this person, we did not hear a single word of truth from him. We were convinced that the language of the criminal environment is closest to him, he uses only this language with the relish, and along with the language, the corresponding habits in state affairs are learned. And now he divorced. What to say? Only, in my opinion, that the ruler has divorced, for whom neither laws nor decency exist. Everything was a lie in you ...
Especially for Lakhova and Goryacheva - to support them in the struggle for high morality - our listener Moiseev sent either a storyteller or Boris Sechkin, “convincingly, I write,” writes, - to announce this in front of the Radio “Freedom”, which I do: “The illusionist David Copperfield is also known for his novels with fashion models, cinema stars and stars of cinema and stars Television. At the same time, he is very imminent, not in the press in the press and on television, he discusses the sexual abilities of his partners, denoting their bed games with the Ethmeism “Dance”-“When I danced with ...”, “In the dance, it is slightly sluggish ...”, etc. It so happened that our immigrant became one of the passions of Copperfield, and in an interview he was quite skeptical about her, e ... choreographic abilities. Unlike their American colleagues, usually preferring not to comment on Copperfield’s statements, our immigrant immediately sent an indignant letter to the newspaper, which I bring in the reverse translation from English: “I don’t know how to dance?! I have been a leading soloist in Russia since the age of fourteen (ask anyone in Odessa), a rustling number of memorable parties in Italy, and here, and here, and here. The states of a tense activity, including the tour, by the way, before it, it was not only a single dance to criticize professional dancers It doesn’t even have time to understand the melody, not to mention counterpoints.
With this storyteller, Boris Sechkin, our listener Moiseev expects to inspire deputies Lakhov and Goryachev to continue their efforts to educate the Russian people in the spirit of high morality and patriotism. I don’t know why he did not indicate Mizulin. I once again thought about one curious difference between these women and those with whom they are fighting, whom they consider traitors to the Fatherland. Lakhova and Goryacheva can do everything except one thing: they are not able to laugh at their enemies. Serious women. The most serious of modern Russian women. Putinism is not at all capable of anyone and laugh at anything so that everyone also stretches out their mouths. Neither laugh, nor joke, nor just smile ... Take any of the Putin masters of the word. Can he make fun of someone in defense of Putinism so that everyone becomes funny? That's the same. What else does the proof need that there is no truth behind him, nor, by the way, forces?
Due to the fact that it was restored by the title of the hero of labor, up to the point that busts will be awarded in the places of their birth, they sent a large list under the name: “Names of the Soviet era” on the Radio “Liberty”. The thought is: maybe Putin will restore this list or at least the most patriotic part of it, or simply the custom of creating epochal names. He will say that this, too, justified itself, and will restore it. If you have to arrange a glamorous, that is, a clamping, Stalinism in Russia, so arrange. I will give several of those names that I especially liked. Avtodor - from the abbreviated name "Society for the Promotion of the Development of Automobiles and Improving Roads." Vetor - from the slogan "Great Communism triumphs." The guilty thing, "Vladimir Ilyich will never die." Vist - from the phrase "Great Historical Strength of Labor." Here is a wonderful name: a groove, which means "hold the banner of the revolution above." I really like the name Glavspirt - from the "Main Directorate of Alcohol and Liquor -Actum Industry." Well, division is immediately clear: "Lenin's business lives." Diselle is so-so a name, and an advantage-overgrowth and rejuvenation-renegles-yes. In the thirties there was a slogan "to catch up and overtake the world of capitalism." The names of the Gemini are known: Assitiatory and Abstract. It sounds cute: Kukutsapol is from the Khrushchevsky slogan: “corn is the queen of fields.” Kukutsapol Nikitovich-in my opinion, sounds. Khrushchev, who does not know, was called Nikita. Yes, Kukutsapol Nikitovich. But here is Lestaber - according to the first letters of the names Lenin, Stalin, Beria. Well, Lunio is nothing special: "Lenin died, but the ideas remained." Odvar is a special Far Eastern army. At first I wanted to leave the next Soviet name without decryption, so that the listeners break their heads: percosara, but I will say in order to avoid undeserved reproaches. This is from words: the first space rocket. Permosrak Zaponat-Peregnatovich. This is not the fiction of Gogol, Saltykov-Shchedrin, Dostoevsky or Chekhov. This is life, the history of Russia. Like SMERSH - death to spies or TROLOG - Trotsky Lev Davidovich. Troit Kukutsapolevich Lestaber. Nothing ... This is not a Shaes, which means just a walking excavator. And I will end my sample from a large list of Soviet names sent on the radio “Freedom”. The nursery is "I am with Lenin and Krupskaya." Krupskaya was the wife of Lenin. Jaslik Shaetovich Diesel. Not bad, but such a person would hardly be appointed to a leading position, especially where you need to work with people. There was such a comrade Kirilenko, a member of the Politburo, the Higher Soviet leadership, the interview with him was to be held candidates for the posts of the first leaders of the regions. He instructed everyone with these words: “We must work with people. You have to work with people! ” And with the fact that the restoration of the title “Hero of Labor” is another stupidity, I, again, disagree. There is a struggle. Putinism seeks to resist at all costs. At the same time, he relies on Russian-Soviet residues among the people. What else will you order him to rely? He does exactly what Comrade Kirilenko aimed at: works with people. He thinks about tomorrow - about his tomorrow. And the thought is the same: to hold out as much as it turns out, as far as these remains are enough, and they can be enough for a long time.
Dry, listen to the next plot from one of my priests - so I call priests who sometimes invariably delight me with their letters. “Hello, Anatoly Ivanovich! Without abyss and with joy to you, a sinful ... She calls me often. Young still, such bright, all of itself, bursts into my gray, musty, kutsy monastic world: “Father pityim, is it you? This is me, Inessa! " And the flood of words begins. I know that she is a social activist in the protection of animals, only they can talk about them, all in motion, initiatives, and will fingering the authorities. “Blessed is, and even more likely,” is about her, ”is about her. Once he calls me on the eve of the entry of the Lord to Jerusalem: “Father, tell me, I have a close friend, can I come with him to linen the Verba for Vespers?” Я говорю: «Ну, конечно, приходите в веселии и простоте сердца и не сомневайтесь!». Вечерня Входа Господня на нашем приходе всегда великолепна и премноголюдна. A lot of people, and full candlesticks, pillars-bunks of sparks! There is a rumble of many half -heads. But now I caught a special noise in the outfit. Затем - скулеж собаки, которую бьют. Думаю, какая то бродячая собака заскочила. Well, they kicked out, and okay. Happens. In the evening, again, the assertive call of the phone: "This is me again, inessa!" I feel, all in tears. «Ой, почему же вы мне не разъяснили, что с собакой приходить в церковь нельзя? Толпа ваших церковных баб меня и моего друга просто обкусали. Я плачу до сих пор». Ну, я нашел какие-то слова, извинился. Так осуществился ее приход в церковь. Сейчас она наша прихожанка, сложности первых шагов позади. And thank God! «Путь в тысячу ли начинается с первого шага», - говаривал Лао Цзы», - здесь конец письма. Я вот подумал: неужели и эта женщина станет когда-нибудь церковной бабкой? Одно место в этом письме: о великолепии и премноголюдье, о полных подсвечниках, о столпах-снопах искр сразу вызвало в памяти описания церковных служб в русской классике: и те, что у Чехова в «Архиерее» и «Святой ночи», и то, что у Бунина в «Чистом понедельнике», и в «Лете Господнем» Ивана Шмелёва, и, конечно, в пастернаковских «Вакханалиях»:
City. Зимнее небо.
Darkness. Пролеты ворот.
У Бориса и Глеба
Свет, и служба идет.
Here is an interesting letter: “Pay attention to the similarity of the memoirs of“ veterans ”of various wars that appear in recent decades, from World War II to Chechen or Iraqi, as well as special services,“ secret ”units, the mafia and others applying for the documentary of the works. Первичными оказываются выдумки из художественных и полухудожественных произведений, из развлекательной литературы всякого рода. The authors of the militants, for example, invented in the fun of the public “shooting in Macedonian”, that is, with two hands. The writer Bogomolov watched one such action movie and attributed this skill to the Soviet army intelligence officers in the book “In August 1944”. Потом находку подзабыли, пока не появился компьютерный монтаж. Here, the “murderous” shooting technique in all its glory was demonstrated by the exterminating zombie Lara Croft. Сразу же появились новые «воспоминания» и «документальные свидетельства». The ability to shoot "in Macedonian", for example, attributed to the famous bandit Solonik. В Европе прочли японские комиксы про ниндзя – и сразу выяснилось, что в тайных учебках спецназа давно в обязательном порядке учат метать ножи и звездочки-сюрикены. В реальности и ножи, и звездочки действительно бросали: самураи - в средние века во время боёв на мечах, чтобы отвлечь противника. Авторы фэнтези наделили своих героев умением «видеть не глазами», и вот те на, оказывается, что доблестных десантников давно учат целиться мышцами. В современном же реальном мире есть, как известно, циркачи, бросающие ножи и попадающие в стену в сантиметре от головы или иного органа красотки, есть и «самородки», способные стрелять с закрытыми глазами... Только все это не имеет ни малейшего отношения ни к военному делу, ни даже к спецслужбам».
Вместе с автором этого письма дарю всем желающим студентам тему для занятного исследования. Может получиться неплохая курсовая или даже дипломная работа: «Влияние развлекательной художественной литературы и кино на мемуаристику». You can take any era, any war or revolution. Прочитать десяток-другой художественных произведений о войне с Наполеоном, написанных по свежим следам, а потом посмотреть, как эта продукция отразилась на воспоминаниях участников войны. It is no coincidence that among the materials that are taken into account by historians are the memories of the participants in the events in the last place. А на первом месте – документ. А можно ж ещё и французскую сторону взять, французскую художественную литературу о походе Наполеона в Россию. Посмотреть, как подействовала она на воспоминания наполеоновских офицеров (солдаты тогда мемуаров не писали – в общем, как и в наше время). One German once made a whole book about the inventions of the memoirists. «Остроумие на лестнице», - так она называется. The man was a conversation with some king, minister, commander, something was babblest or mumbled there, and when he went out, he came to his head in the head that should be said to an important person, but did not say. «Дурак вы, ваше превосходительство!». Or: "Misha, you are wrong!" Проходит день-два – и он уже уверен, что таки сказал эти слова, и под конец жизни передаёт их потомкам в толстой книге своих воспоминаний.
Прислали рассуждения одного известного российского богача. He has long left Moscow, has been found in the forest with the whole family, growing cattle, vegetables, enthusiastically tells, in any case, what kind of people are fools, who live in cities, especially in large ones. Читаю: «Почти каждую неделю бываю в Москве заезжаю по разным делам во всякие офисные здания и всегда вижу на входе холуев славянской внешности... В основном, молодые и средних лет мужики, здоровые и румяные. Неужели всем нам непонятно, что их место в поле? Что они занимают драгоценные рабочие места, которые по праву принадлежат старикам и старушкам - на входе вахтерами сидеть.
При этом все они являются патриотами и жалобно скулят, что Россию заселяют таджики и узбеки, что им дают земли и работу. Всю эту русскую чоповскую сволочь надо гнать поганой метлой с их бездельных мест - им же лучше будет… Предлагаю законодательно запретить работать на дверях и на проходных лицам моложе шестидесяти лет. Предлагаю всем мужикам, потерявшим такую позорную "работу", выделять бесплатно от тридцати га земли и стройматериалы для постройки сараев для скотины – пусть трудятся, богатеют и детям своим добрый пример подают а то вырастут такими же ленивыми уродами, как папы. Из-за них, гадов, наша земля таджиками наполняется. Ментов и чоповцев в России более трех миллионов, а сколько еще айтишников, менеджеров, секретарей, юристов, артистов, научных сотрудников и прочих миллионов бездельников, прожигающих свою жизнь в городах… Ну, и, конечно, надо вводить порку. Ленится мужик, не хочет возделывать землю, не желает содержать семью, заботиться о детях и лелеять жену - пороть эту сволочь на конюшне по-отечески, только польза будет. И за всякие мелкие преступления тоже пороть, а то еще и в тюрьмах больше миллиона мужиков дурака валяет, в основном, не за хрен собачий», - так пишет этот современный мужиковствующий барин. Потеет у самовара в посконной рубахе и смазных сапогах, прихлёбывает чай из блюдечка на растопыренной клешне (это, правда, по-купечески, не по-барски) и рассуждает, а жена в сарафане, подперев кулачком румяную щёку, слушает. Потом он идёт к компьютеру и кое-что из того, что ей наговорил, записывает для вразумления отечества.
А вот прислали рассуждение настоящего мужика, оно было записано в одном из сталинских лагерей. Читаю: «Не уважаю я Александра Второго. Добрый был царь, но вред народу принес великий. Нельзя было сразу отменять крепостное право: все зло от этого… Мужик-то он разный. Из ста мужиков – треть лентяев, треть неумеек егозливых, треть старателей неразворотливых, а умников да хозяев разворотливых на сотню только три-четыре наберется. Вот и надо было сначала умных и хозяйственных освобождать, потом старателей, а уж потом, когда поумнеют да от лени избавятся, и другие трети освобождать. Интеллигенция тоже виновата: со своей колокольни на свободу смотрит. Думают, умники, что мужику нужна такая же свобода, как и им. А свобода-то, она и для мужиков тоже разная, у каждого своя. Одному свобода на печи спать день-деньской, другому свобода хозяйство благоустраивать без помех, третьему свобода – это возможность отбирать да захватывать, что у кого заработано добра, эта свобода самая опасная. Вот как мужиков-то освободили, пьянство началось поголовное, разбой, леность, безобразие: хочешь работай, хочешь не работай. Заставлять некому – свободу дали. Пей да гуляй. Отец сказывал про это. Он сам крепостной был, но не одобрял царя за такое освобождение. Вот и сейчас-то умных мужиков власти извели, и добро у них отобранное лентяи извели», - закрыть кавычки. Этого мыслителя давно нет на свете, а тот, у которого руки чешутся выпороть кого-нибудь на своей конюшне под Москвой, жив и процветает, но души родственные. Полная уверенность, что всё могло бы сделаться (или может сделаться) так, как им хотелось бы, как они предлагают, как им рисуется. В таких случаях я вспоминаю, как знают постоянные слушатели «Свободы», свою мать. Послушав мои соображения о том, как надо устроить страну и мир, чтобы всё было по уму и справедливости, она спокойно говорила: «По-твоему не будет», - и шла обряжаться по хозяйству, а у меня пропадала всякая охота продолжать. Даже колхозы распались не по-моему. Я не мог представить себе, как это будет. Заедешь на полевой стан во время дождя, когда все трактористы сбились в вагончике. Если там три человека, то услышишь четыре проекта перехода от колхозного строя неизвестно к чему.
Я редко заглядываю на форумы, но за меня это делают слушатели «Свободы» и вводят меня в курс… На одном из форумов давно обсуждается заграница, заграничная жизнь, пишут те, что там живут или жили, да вернулись на родину. Here is one of these: “There is a lot of good in Sweden: the beautiful nature, forests, granite, white mushrooms and lakes. Там удобно и безопасно. A pure, polite, with awesome nature and beautiful sweet towns of the country ... As my husband says, now the former who still lives in Stockholm, Sweden would be a wonderful country if there were no Swedes in it ... The Swedes have completely atrophied humanity, compassion, and a sense of family. Для них нормально отправить ребенка в детский дом, они даже не задумываются над тем, какую травму это нанесет ребенку. Most of my acquaintances were in the nursing home, as children do not occur to them to help them. Naturally, they are not visited there. На Рождество им присылают открытку... Надо сказать, что это отношение к старикам логично. For these very old people thirty years ago threw a son-son or daughter from home: live as you know. И тоже были только открытки на Рождество. I had a familiar Swede, lived in Moscow, then returned to Stockholm. She was twenty -two. У неё не было работы. At Christmas, she invited me to go to her parents. They had a palace of thirty-five rooms there, in the Rolls-Royce and Jaguar garage. А их дочке нечем было заплатить за комнату в общежитии… Так что семьи в Швеции нет. Divorces are the largest percentage in Europe. Friends are even worse. В целом друзей нет. There are colleagues and acquaintances. Их приглашают на чашку кофе за две недели!!, - тут два восклицательных знака. - But the best friends are those who pay for a drink ... Drinking is expensive, so anyone will be done at someone else's expense ... sometimes they come not with a cake, but with a bottle. The most cool thing is when the bottle is not fully drunk is carried away with them ... Their feelings in well -being were atrophied completely, ”writes Russian who left Sweden on one of the Internet forums.
To the honor of visitors to this forum, many, in my opinion, correctly understood and rightly appreciated this woman. True, the words could be softer - it is not necessary to speak, for example, about her sovkovy. Читаю из одного отклика: «Я одну такую дуру даже знаю, она после Италии нечто похожее лепетала. Италия, мол, классная страна, но итальянцы такие придурки, такие мелочные!». I would ask themselves, others write, but who created the country, which you yourself call the beautiful? Кто её содержит в надлежащем виде – не шведы ли, которых ты за людей не считаешь? What would you turn Sweden with your husband, to whom the Swedes interfere in Sweden? Посмотри на свой русский подъезд, втяни в себя его запахи, вспомни, когда ты последний раз делала мокрую уборку в своей квартире! They write in that spirit ... It's not about whether a fool or not a fool, a slut or a clean, or not only that. На дворе двадцать первый век, но это календарь так говорит. А на самом деле на дворе одновременно существуют, сосуществуют, и отнюдь не мирно, не спокойно, все века – и двадцатый со Сталиным и Гитлером, и восемнадцатый-девятнадцатый с крепостным правом, таким жестоким в России, что его называли настоящим рабством, и средние века, средние особенно – с их страшной религиозной нетерпимостью, со свирепыми, косматыми, тёмными, как муромская чаща, попами, с уверенностью тогдашних московитов, что они лучше всех на свете, что их вера, их образ жизни – единственно правильные. В Швеции эта женщина увидела то, что называется однопоколенной семьёй, а сама она из страны, где всё ещё распространена старинная многопоколенная семья, я бы сказал: всепоколенная. Все поколения - под одной крышей, даже если крыши уже раздельные. This is just an episode in history, and for many-eternal reality, they are sure that this should be always and everywhere. Sweden has gone quite far ahead, there, under one roof, in the literal and figurative sense, one generation lives in many cases - neither children, nor parents, nor grandfathers with grandfathers. Многопоколенная семья, она – от бедности. People could not survive without helping each other. Parents take care of, and if they can, then they contain their children of any age, grandfathers and grandmas - grandchildren, and it happens that great -grandchildren. The concerns of each member of such a family are the concerns of everyone. Жизнь в такой семье в большей или меньшей мере уютная (уют тёплого хлева, если позволите мне снова вспомнить прекрасное выражение французского знатока советской и русской жизни Безансона), но и неудобная, тягостная, нередко – страшная, но людям некуда деваться, и они как могут приспосабливаются к ней, и даже в порядке самообмана иногда воспевают её и ставят в пример другим народам.
This all does not mean that it is imperative to adore the life of the Swedes and someone else. Не всё, что понимаешь, должно нравиться, как и не всё, что нравится, понимаешь.