About smoky and marsupial

Actually, Mikhail Turkish for one recent visit to Voronezh was in the twice. But for some reason everyone is discussing exclusively embarrassment with a violinist from the “Soprano of Turkish”, from the hand of which a bow fell out-and the amazed audience suddenly realized that the virtuoso performer had cut all this time to the phonogram. Of course, I understand that for the world of classical music this event is unprecedented, and even felt the earth slightly trembled when Yasha Haifets and David Oigrach were fascinated in the tombs. And that against the backdrop of this conquers, all other pranks and reservations of Mikhail Borisovich for true connoisseurs of the beautiful do not mean anything. But as a resident of Kirov, with fifty years of experience, it becomes only doubly offended from that.

And it turned out: giving an interview to the cultural observer of the Voronezh Notepad portal, which is part of the largest publishing corporation of the south of Russia, Rus-Media Group, Mikhail Turkish-taking away the conversation from the damaged bow-he remembered the warm welcome that the governor Nikita Belykh had in Kirov, and, most importantly, about that luxurious souvenir that was a luxurious souvenir that was about that luxurious souvenir that is a luxurious souvenir that is a luxurious souvenir that is about that luxurious souvenir that is a luxurious souvenir that is a luxurious souvenir. He was presented to him by Nikita Yuryevich. “And I also liked the gift of the governor of the Kirov region Nikita Belykh,” he said, in particular. “Three days ago, he gave a large toy of smoky clay.”

I agree: to demand from the entrepreneur, the violinist in whom they do not disdain the “plywood” so that he is versed in clay varieties, this is already too much. But, firstly, it is not quite about clay-or rather, not about clay at all-but about one of the oldest artistic crafts of Russia, which we here in our Kirov, by that, consider our world-famous brand. And, secondly, even if Mikhail Borisovich himself is not interested in regional brands and the Dymkovo young lady does not distinguish from a smoky toy, his interviewer, being a man of obviously read, could clarify: they say, about what is it you about? Yes, and no one prevented the editor of the “Notepad of Voronezh” at least in Google to look to find out that the clay in the Sloboda Dymkovo, although special, but no smoky, but, on the contrary, bright red-this is already third. And finally, the donor himself, handing the guest to the guest a unique painted young lady, probably should have been a little more honest in the articulation of what exactly this local fishing is called. In order not to at least be like that of the elderly member of the Politburo, who, meeting in the 70s with representatives of the party-engagement of the Sumy region-marshmallows and marshmallows, called their famous towels in marshmallows, while they are not even called summers, but Krolevetsky.

Here you are, dear, and the whole fairy tale about our world -famous brand, which, as it turns out, neither cultural figures can correctly name, neither our brother journalist to write correctly, nor your governor to give correctly - not to mention the army of true connoisseurs of the beautiful, for whom the Dymkovo young lady, that smoky, that marsupial is all one crap. And I, for example, have already begun to think about: and not early, here we were settled by our entire edge under the “haze”-is it to paint? Have we not overestimated the poet’s words slightly, “our penetration according to the planet”? And is it not for us, speaking with his own words, “in the public Parisian toilet”, Russian letters are brought out over each pussuar: “Do not flatter yourself, come closer”?

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