Self -permanent

So he will go, say, to dad like a philanthropist and a friend of children. At this, it seems, the stage he is the Pope. Of course, dad is not a boss, not an academician, not a hero-however, I think that at night he sometimes repents of something. John the deceased Paul himself - and he did not decide during his lifetime that God personally sent him and he never sinned. But, however, the papa-Starikan did not surround the insidious enemy, the Pindos did not think to play against the Vatican in any way, he did not fought for the only scraper among the flaws and the gap did not fight against everyone; Recall other examples - the defeat of the “pusy”, font in the Crimea ... Francis is by no means a knight of faith. There is something to repent to him. Only our Supreme Caigabashnik is a saint. Not a spot in fate. “Brother, you are such a terrible sinner, that it’s too late for you, you were in vain in the saint a place, go there, Opel came,” one dubious crest once wrote in “terrible revenge”.

... Plus, he said when they asked, wrinkling the proud brow that it is not difficult to live in Russia in Russia. And I also agree with this. I want to ask my friends: Zimin, Latynin and Yasin, Navalny, Yashin and Ryzhkov! Have you condemned this phrase? Did she hit your honor? It was never difficult for us: it is difficult where there is a choice. And the squad of the chosen was scared plus their sinless gentleman in such a corner that the path was always on all one. We found ourselves at the limit, we gathered at the turn, and in fact we also have nowhere to retreat. Mercy is the current moment! This truth is to me: we are symmetrical to the opponent, we are a reflection of the enemy. What to repeat - “tyrant”, “ram you”, “traitor”, “upholstery”, “Jew” ... And he is a guarantor, and we are guarantors of mutual holiness. Suppose he knew no doubt, because in the Lieuting crowd he was already inspired by “genius! You are given to us by God ", etc.; But we, scribblers, birds of the singer, freedom -lovers of previous years - we also have nothing to doubt, since there are no options. And since the "Correra Sera" is this in the pretense of close changes: "Are you sorry?" - he will ask the poet. - "Je ne regrette, - I will answer, - Rien." I did not grown to the pedestal and was not quite heavy - but what to regret when there wasn’t everything that I would spare about? Dance near the corpse are in vain, we all have a single sign.

We do not regret. For it is stupid.

And we do not hope. Late.