Translated material
Russia without Putin
Once Putin flew somewhere on an airplane. He knocked on the pilots in the cabin, asked to steer. The pilots came out. They are sitting in the cabin, waiting for him to break, but Putin does not come out and does not come out. Located, or what? They go into the cabin, but there is no Putin there, instead of him only a rainbow, and as if there was no Putin.
This scene ended in Alexander Prokhanov’s novel “Mr. Hexogen”; The book was published at the very beginning of the zero and had an incredible success in those times for such literature. Prokhanov received the National Bestseller Award, a young literary critic Dmitry Olshansky in an independent newspaper called Prokhanov the best Russian writer of 2001, and the publishing house of Hell Margin was printed several times. They say that Boris Berezovsky liked the book - primarily because Roman Prokhanov was abounded by hints of the involvement of the Russian special services in the explosions of houses in Moscow in 1999, and the very image of Putin - a person who pretends to be (unlike Yeltsin, who pretended that he was not), precisely corresponded to the idea of Putin Berezovsky himself. With "Mr. Hexogen", Prokhanov left the marginal corral, in which there were all the nineties, and the proto -chipster audience suddenly discovered that in addition to Pelevin and Sorokin, there is also such an author, which under the red square was hidden under the underground mausoleum with the body of Stalin, and the Chekists in this mausoleum are their masses, and the Caucasus rolled up in the Caucasus. The chopped head of General Sheptun (forgotten names - and then there really was General Spigun, who was captured by the Chechens and to whom they cut off his head), and the young semi -virtual leader Putin was splashing carelessly in the basin with dolphins and, as already mentioned, turns into a rainbow.
Many years have passed. What is now called a pricper, has long triumphed. The authors of the newspaper "Tomorrow" are fighting in the Novorossiya invented by them, and the aged Putin from high stands retells the ancient editorials of Prokhanov. No one will remember how Putin turned into a rainbow. No one questions Putin's existence. Misfortune fifteen years - a sufficient time to believe in the existence of Putin and put up with him. In Putin - strong, cruel, insidious, unpredictable - everyone believed. Both Prokhanov himself and caricaturists of Western newspapers, now drawing him as if he was at least Hitler, and the Ukrainian people, and the Russian people, including the liberal intelligentsia , and, probably, Putin himself.
Who was afraid of the imperial revenge or who dreamed of him - listen to Putin now and ask yourself what you were waiting or afraid.
Faith in Putin is what unites everyone today; Before this faith, everyone is equal - both Putin, and those who, after yesterday's announcement, were expected from today's Security Council of terrible and serious decisions. There was a “Russia without Putin” slogan, which implied a dream of some other Russia compared to the one in which we lived, but the paradox was that Russia without Putin was a reality from the very beginning, it was just more convenient for everyone to believe in such Putin as it was drawn in Western newspapers.
The slightest contact with reality in the form of Boeing, shot down over the Donbass, again turned Putin into a rainbow from an old novel about Hexogen. It is worth quoting his today's speech at the Security Council: “Russia, thank God, is not included in any alliances, this is also largely the key to our sovereignty; Any country that enters into alliances, immediately gives part of its sovereignty, and far from always this reflects the national interests of a country, but this is their sovereign solution ” - the word“ eternity ”will not be formed from these letters. Who was afraid of the imperial revenge or who dreamed of him - listen to Putin now and ask yourself what you were waiting or afraid. The Perenobzovsky poster of the “satellite and pogrom” about the “creature trembling” by the indistinguishable from the posters of the same authors who have announced the victory of Navalny in the mayor’s elections last fall - the degree of compliance of reality is the same.
There will be no war. There will be nothing. It remains only to wait until the Ukrainian army cleans the east of its country from people who believed in Putin. This is perhaps the only thing that can be expected from some surprises, because when the situation depends on the Ukrainian army, it is always fraught with surprises; There is a known case when two iron balls were in the hands of the Ukrainian army, as a result, the Ukrainians broke one ball, and lost the other. Actually, this is the only thing that now gives hope to the "people's republics" to hold out for some time, but why? It is unlikely that Beard or Strelkov has an answer to this. In the empty cabin of the aircraft, the rainbow mockingly shimmers, and the plane itself, in the form of fragments, is lying somewhere behind the terricon near the village of Grabovo.
Such things.