A poem without a hero.

There is no more innocent in Russia

There is no more innocent in Russia. Serebrennikov, in particular, Cyril - he himself is also guilty that they rot him; And then why did he talk to them? He took the money from the state of this, honestly sharing it between the actors; Why did he attempt on his budget? Why did he put the "demonol"? He recently made a sharp exclamation - “Russia is turning into prison”; Then why does he breathe this air, which he does not like so much?

“In Russia, there is no more innocent who the acting workshop could follow. The guilty, for example, is Chulpan Khamatova: Why did she support those? She praised GDP, and she liked it. No one forced, and did not lie. Did you save children? No, she PR, took rewards, took the title! Now we have come to write out a receipt. ” Like, through the edge, actress, do not grab. Mironov too: “Go to France” ... And if to Japan? To China? He, too, is the head of the Nation Theater*, and, too, like the last bitch, he cannot without lies, without fraud, deflections, kisses below the spin ... We are so wretched now, the country is so equal to itself that neither the theater nor hematology can be without a bit of shit. Truly, in a country where the wells rule, and it seems that it is for centuries, we all have to be somewhat puzzled: smell - not too much, but slightly. The country cannot be successfully fraught with, since spiritual lights are circle: no, the lights should be slightly hung up and everyone is for each enemy.

We can’t have innocent: wherever you look - Sklizko and black. For example, there was still Akhmatova, wrote “Glory to the World”, but what? There are no heroes in Russia - only sinners: which did not dump - bought those. Continuous kagebashniki, minions, plus several wise ones. “A poem without a hero” is a prophecy: no one is holy, not honest and not firm. Sometimes you also want to pray, but you will go to the icon - you see: damn it. "Saving a son is an understandable desire!" - And still, the scheme did not take pity. In Russia, there is no such survival so that the devil does not kiss under the tail.

Loven from the extreme to the main one. Such morals are in our Shapito that the boy reading Hamlet, will be found to detain what. (Today the whole country is fixed on it; so everyone liked the shoot that it was drawn to repeat Ryklin’s hunch: I would read Mikhalkov - I would have been intact.)

Whoever came for - there will be reasons: behind the rebel, behind the knight of the pen - and the Internet will suit him wires: but I am not surprised, it's high time!

But there are no more intellectuals: they are habitually walking around the bones, they are all concerned with only a monopoly on the right to create a dictionary to the authorities. Their theories are so curly that they are very vulnerable, from all sides: they want a conservative revolution - but these are friends, Oxymoron! I don’t know, there is a supreme task - or just a trend that arose for a reason: a request for pathos - and to justify arrests, torture, lies and theft? Hyidegger is certainly needed by fascism, a set of darkness is required to the leader (who will pick up the word “Heidegger” to the rhyme, I will personally give the book to him). All Columnists, all education, the whole preaching of tradition, Sans Doute **, then to compose a justification when they are supposed to come. And since everything is clogged, frozen and soon breaks down from the anchors, the idea that everyone has been supposed to be strong - and many want it to be soon.

There is no more compassion in Russia. Those whose thoughts are clean suffer. We are now not Sweden, not Denmark, but a purely pre -war Germany, and in it there are only dragons and worms. Here, it seems, everything is deliberately arranged, in an unlimited night, so that there is neither a knight, nor a warrior, but only executioners and informers. And this is so talentedly put, so forever, without the beginning and end that you can’t blame Putin or Stalin: the hand of the Creator is visible here. Therefore, from the bard to the official - everyone is shaking and do not sleep at night: neither the righteous nor the culprit.

God is guilty.

But he is already crucified.

*In the artistic environment usually they say "titar".

** Without a doubt, sorry May French.