For what?

Director of the mysticism and psychic and psychic editor, Olga Osipova’s knowledge, is trying to know the answer to the eternal question “why?”, But he suffers a crushing defeat.

In February, some dementor always comes and sucks out of everything meaning. I am sure that the team of street artists “why” formed in February. Ilya Yashin wrote a report about Kadyrov, this is important, but why? In the Donbass, they began to shoot again, this is bad, and why? Cosmetics from grandmother Agafia will rise in price by 20%, everything is getting more expensive, but why? Why is this all happening? Why did the snow melted, why does the tooth hurt, why doesn’t a light bulb placed in the mouth , and why whales are killed why? Why does Polina Nemirovskaya read about the fight against the regime in Geneva if she returned to Russia, but then Putin is still? Why do psychologists force ugly people to speak with their reflection of beauty, if in reality people still know that they are ugly? Why is it all?

A friend of me, a friend called me a couple of weeks ago, she cried, she was sad. She said: “Why didn’t my parents warn me in childhood that everything will be so bad?” And there is, it seems, only one way out. And this is not a motive at all. Stop lying. Yourself and your children. As soon as the child is able to understand you and will ask you some kind of existential question, sit on the contrary, tell the truth: son, this is an ocherically difficult life. On this planet it is so customary, they are always killed here and will be killed. There are hippies (they were rushing mainly, and they also walked barefoot, I think many had tetanus) and there are mennonites (you can find these in general), but there are fewer than people embittered on each other. Therefore, sit down and grow with thick skin. Daughter, and you know that some prince has not left for you on a horse, you will still fight for love more than once. And please don’t go to the forest, birds will not fly to your singing, like in a Disney cartoon, look at the program about the Bittsev maniac as a prevention. And no, your hamster did not put on his hat and did not go to his family, he stupidly died. It happens. And I will die. And you. Everyone will die. And everything will happen again. And there is nothing to grieve here. The good in this world is enough: the sky is beautiful (well, if you change your minds and go to a country where it is at least sometimes visible, and it’s definitely not China), the food is delicious (but if you come on it, you will be fat, you will stem at school), the family, in the end (although I will become old and I will annoy you).

Well, now if you are honest, you are not scared by all these optimistic people? Yesterday I watched a video for half an hour in which a woman joyfully squints about swollen eyes. See for yourself:

I set out to find this woman and ask her to spend my, for example, typical Monday with me. Wake up at seven to get from Moscow to Kyiv through Minsk, because war. Listen to the opinion that Ukrainians shit, from a taxi driver with a St. George ribbon on the mirror. Listen to the opinion that the Russians are stupid, from a taxi driver with a yellow-claw tape on the rearview mirror. Read the news about the woman who cut off the head of the child. And then make this kind woman rewrite the video about the bags under the eyes with the same enthusiasm and a smile that does not slide from her face in this video.

There is one recipe, and this time it does not need eggs, the roots of fallen linden and the nail of a dull mole. Stand in front of the mirror while the moon decreases, look into your eyes and just humble yourself. It will be better. And it will be worse. It was always like that here. And so it will continue. February ended, March began. And that means that March just began. Nizach. Just like that.