The terribly sad news of recent times is the closure of the paper version of THE NEW TIMES. In general, for all Russians, and even more so for convicts. When you are in places of deprivation of liberty and look at the world through the 1st channel in the room of educational work, you can go crazy because of the discrepancies in the drawn and real reality.
THE NEW TIMES helped balance. With the help of the magazine, one could learn not only that Putin is able to save Apatity from cancer, but also about the near and far districts of the clear-sunshine.
In connection with the ban, I have a personal tragedy in general. Even when my articles were published in a paper magazine, the judges of the Uritsky district did not see any work in these publications and did not release them on parole. Now, how to explain that I am a columnist for an electronic publication, I have absolutely no idea.
Thanks to my speakers, I significantly increased my karma in the colony. They take you out of the SUS, and the prisoners shout when they see: “Well done, Oleg, he wrote cool about the psychological laboratory (that is, about IK-5).” Although I was the only subscriber in the colony, magazines are such a thing that sooner or later almost everyone will read even one copy - a thing almost religious.
Although I was the only subscriber in the colony, magazines are such a thing that sooner or later almost everyone will read even one copy - an almost religious thing.
I remember that when I was a librarian, I found an old issue, where on the back was printed the text of the Civil Defense song - "Ice under the feet of the major."
Well, I carefully cut it out, put a library seal, assigned an inventory number and entered it in the ledger under the entry: “Egor Letov - Poems”, replacing it with some unnecessary bulletin in the information corner. He hung there for a short time, noticed and read with interest only by convicts. Then a major, just the one under whose feet we are ice, noticed him, and wanted to destroy him, but failed: after all, state property, an inventory number, a seal, everything.
I send rays of support to my favorite magazine, I hope for a speedy revival of the paper version and I am sure that in any case, NT will remain ice under the feet of majors and other colonels.
* Very sorry (Spanish).