Catalan

And we are not able to tell one to the first century to tell one, another to understand, but to do a third

I want to talk about Catalonia, who decided to leave with a scandal. Today there is no problem more hot, and I intend to cool it. It seems to her that she now extended, destroying the Union with Spain and loudly affirming independence - but it only seems to be afraid. I immediately mark the analogies with the empire, which collapses, crushing: it is ridiculous when Brexit and Donbass are linked to the Catalonia problem. In the predecessors, brothers, do not call us: to equal our drama sin. It seems to me that the word “independence” is hypnosis for you, and sweet hypnosis. Of course, there are more expensive places in the world, more prestigious, more pleasant to the eyes - you want to pollut a little. I can understand: I’m sitting down myself. Small envy is not inherent in me, and I want to unload you: do not encroach on independence, it is enough to imagine it.

Do not see the pathology in this, but we - from half -worshiping to the elites - now live in Catalonia, as long as Spain Kremlin steers. And we, not forgetting this truth, in such a rather middle strip we can pretend that are independent. We walk independent everything, for a long time from the distance to their Rublevo-Zhukovsky comfort. We are not dependent on the distribution of large -scale goods (and they do not give us); We look sour, do not shout “bravississimo”, quitting hope, the elections are corrected; Decisions are made regardless of our benefits, conclusions and rights. And more definitely, our world is by no means inophantly populated, but we are just such Catalonia, one hundred million free Barcelona.

We stuck, we no longer fight, the idea of ​​a rebellion is a bitter laughter. Sometimes we plant selectively, but they still do not plant everyone! We became more calculating and more intact. Your rebellion will be tired of you too soon. We have now gone on manual Stalin, home almost that your arrest. We will no longer take shape in the barricade. Then they roll the wheel on theaters - they exist for a performance! In the end, we have a performance - everything. Preferences are given to them first, so that there is, so to speak, what to lose - and after that, so that there is no competition, they plant, for the power itself theater itself! She grows with a special addiction her intelligentsia-mamzel, dances with our massive participation of her indestructible “Giselle” ... We are similar to their gatherings, with Vilissa, a powerful hand passes through us; From delirium and evil we are independent - for now, but this is an eternal “so far”. We do not answer for this power at all: it started up over us. When it leaves, we seemed to be saddened, and after an hour we trample in the mud, and Putin is right that the virus of betrayal, the syndrome of the oligarchy wife, is the homeless and nobility, slaves and excellences in the fatherland are equally infected*. Five percent - but it is inconsistent - they want to lick, but this is not a people ... In the war we will protect ourselves, of course, but this is when it bursts. And the rest of the time we are a colony, suffering from the invaders barely. Only according to the weather we are not Catalonia. On it, we, unfortunately, is Moscow.

And my advice to the rebellious Catalonia: we, too, remember, broke our foreheads, but this path is stupid and more salty than a hybrid, quiet inner struggle. Russia in this sense is the forerunner. Belinsky spoke in one work **: our man is baptized with one hand, it scratches the other hand in some places. And we are not able to tell one out loud one, to understand one, to understand, but to do a third. In this part, we broke the bottom. I can love Malevich and Sutin, scold “Matilda” with a flame in the eyes, to scold Navalny and Putin, to flood for Sobchak, I can go to the lunch and a coin, to publicly argue with Kant and Tolstoy - and at this time to be free internally, and to be honest - internally empty. So you - exchange letters, write on the network, post on Instagram - and you will be as independent as we, having accepted two hundred grams. Our recipe is suitable in any climate, it was recognized by the best minds ...

One trouble: Kohl will accept our faith, then you will live like us.

A joke told at the Valdai Forum. *"Letter to Gogol."