Putin and girl on skates
The Civil Olympic War, which erupted on Facebook during the opening ceremony, revealed the naked nerve of the eternal question: where does their state end and your country begins?
Tolstoy, constructivists, Gagarin with queen, and you sit, do you turn your nose? - Yes, you don't love your homeland! Oncoming option: Chechnya, Magnitsky, Putin with "St. Petersburg", theft with usurpation, and you sit, let drooling with multi -colored rings?
During such ceremonies, it is good to be a round idiot, so that harmony is complete. In a less or less reflecting person, the soul, of course, is gaping.
Can I not rejoice at the Russian alphabet, not be proud of involvement in a unique civilization and not to wish for gold to a native fifteen -year -old beauty on skates?
And can I not understand that Leo Tolstoy, constructivists and a fifteen -year -old beauty on skates are called to make us delight for the pile of all the same to forget about the current theft and current blood?
Can I rejoice that Putin sang Leo Tolstoy, and the count regularly performs an important administrative task?
So now live in schizophrenia.
There is nothing new under the sun. The peers and fans older than me remember this spiritual gap and these damned questions ...
Was it possible not to root for Mikhailov, Petrov and Kharlamov?
And was it possible not to understand that the glorious chicks of the “Tarasov” nest are representatives of the army and the country that has just occupied Czechoslovakia? What is the anthem of the USSR for the Czechs - how is Horst Wessel for us?
It was impossible not to understand this. The sixty -eighth number of Vaclav Nentimansky meant: no separate, distilled, without impurities of politics, big sport and cannot be. And many "elders" then fell for the Czechs ...
I was very few years old, and I was not that I considered them traitors - I just did not understand how this is possible! Now it has grown - and I understand.
I really like this girl on skates. Very! But if you knew how Berliners liked the in the summer of 1936 the pusher of the nucleus Hans Velke, the first German champion in athletics, a smiling guy, a handsome man symbolizing the youth of the new Germany!
Something, however, prevents us from rejoice at his victory today. Not otherwise, we are aware of the final price of this sports feat - the price that included Dachau, Kovntry, and Hatin, and Leningrad ... not through the fault of Hans, of course, but it so happened that he contributed.
Witches brew is a thing with a complex recipe. And very fragrant grasses are used to stupefy a person.
“When the state begins to kill, it calls itself the homeland,” Strindberg formulated. Right; But not only then!
The state administration mimifies to the homeland all the time, and the more persistent and embarrassed, the more she, the administration, the grounds for the distribution from its own people.
The continuous clicious series of patriotic holidays, accompanies a small -lone Putin rule - from Eurovision, through sports victories, to the upcoming mundial in Russia - an extra confirmation of this witch recipe.
The Olympiad, of course, is a great case for them to send to their homeland: what is Sichin with Churov, what is Bastrykin ... - Kirill and Methodius, Barma and Postnik, Korolev and Gagarin!
And now, taken for the patriotic living, even swearing intellectuals are awkward from their own opposition, and, like Shiites, begin to beat themselves in the blood with their own chains.
And the ingenious girl, flying up with ice, grabs the Putin rating with him up.
At the same time, increasing our chances to discard the skates.
Photo by ITAR-TASS/ Vladimir Smirnov