
"Krasnoyarsk is an apocalyptic place, and not at all because it is some kind of groomed or ugly city. Rather, it is a metropolis for no reason in the heart of the continent, in long winter ice, for half a thousand kilometers to other large cities, the artifact of the failed Russian dream of mastering his own space," writes the observer and teacher in his page in his page in his page in his page. Facebook .
"When at night you look at a luminous street advertising, overpass and a dense stream of cars from the 12th floor of the local Hilton, you think about the Russian-language version of the American dream. Siberia for four centuries was our frontier, the ghost of the great Pacific Russia, the second California, and did not survive. It really did not work out a reminder of which today, for example, the drama of the Blagoveshchensk, lit by Heihe's lights.
But at least we tried, and now the reminder remained Krasnoyarsk. Right -handed cars are just the border of their oikumen, although the Russian state, without offering anything in return, gradually curtailed mass trade, strangled them. Stroganina from river fish, at the airport, people buy giant smoked nelma as a gift. Summary life without regard to what can be found on the other side of the Urals.
We lose their homeland, they eat it before our eyes, crushed with wars, corrupted with greed, this can be clearly seen from here. When the Russians will have only one Krasnoyarsk, the last city, lying exactly in the middle of the spaces that we lost, will still be hope. ”