I hate Soviet power

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I don't know why. She really was folk, flesh from the flesh. But for some reason, from his youth there was aversion to these old people reading a piece of paper, for daily slogans and reports on television. There was something unnatural in this fornication.

Although, it was during the time of its sunset, in the 60-70s of the twentieth century in Russia there was a “golden time”. The time of universal prosperity and clarity. Any person could, if not drinking, earn their 150-200 almost everywhere. This was already in the 80s, there was nowhere to spend the earned earned, but there was no such a little earlier, it was possible to live quite decently. And never, probably, never, in my life for sure, this time will happen to happen in my country.

I really hated it after the collapse of the Union, in the 90s. When it seems to have not been. True, the same people who yesterday read the panegirics of their beloved Leonid Ilyich and swore the fidelity of their party, suddenly sobered up and realized that only the market, only capitalism is our future. Hiding behind the Rublevsky three -meter fence, from time to time getting into the light of God, desperately convinced us of all of their selfless love for the Motherland, not forgetting to frantically drag everything that was not pinned.

The trillions went to Western banks at that time and joined fresh blood into the financial system of Western Europe and America, where they continue to carry oxygen into the cunning brains of the capitalists there. Day and night work. And they did not do this to the bandits of any, not corrupt spies, but the very true communists who recently read a piece of paper on a piece of paper on the 27th Congress of Successes.

Blood was flooded in the country in the 90s of bandits in red jackets. We all witnesses as before our eyes were taken away by the next new Russian in a black bag from a neighboring entrance.

And suddenly, overnight, everything settled down, there were no murders. Literally in six months. And we understand that we owe this little bald man with running eyes. He stopped. But it seems to me, you don’t have to be Socrates to guess that any action is easier to stop the one who started it. Oh, heavy guesses torment me, but was that process controlled? Was, of course. And those who swore allegiance to the Soviet Union in eternal fidelity ordered this bloody music, swore not sparing their lives ...

That is why I hate her, Soviet power.

The union had a unique aviation industry. The most powerful plants, unique technologies and designers in the world, a huge staff of engineers and workers, a personnel training system. There were planes. Not only the military by the way. We were convinced by the damned capitalists to close these factories and buy their Boeing. We began to fly on them with pleasure, support the workers there, engineers. And not spies, not terrorists, but the same communists who were in the leadership of these factories destroyed their plants. Well, also those that were in the Kremlin. That's why I hate her, this Soviet government, for these bastards, who love our homeland so much. They still love. True, this love has a different definition, they do not like, but fuck. Ringedly, with all the proletarian anger.

Now it seems to get drunk. All is enough. Children in Oxford, mother -in -law in Cannes, grandchildren are born with a birth certificate in Virginia. One problem, as lousy dogs with a fiery torch, began to drive them back into the cage, to Russia. Only here they feel the masters. There is saving oil, here is gas. And without it they cannot, without a beloved Soviet regime. A cart of Russian statehood rushed along a familiar road. The horses are the same, riders too. Find me not a communist of those who lead my country today.

The main thing is to lie more, and whoever does not believe, to apply familiar methods. There is enough prison for everyone. Nothing new.

I hate Soviet power

Nowadays, it’s not new to say so,

Though terrible animal mouth is terrible

The dead lion is not worse than a cow.

The crushing fear disappeared,

Today, many suddenly dared,

Break and tear to fluff,

Allowed, reel Emely.

We took off portraits of leaders,

Changed yesterday's flags

It turned out that Stalin is a villain,

Killing people on the Gulag.

"Break!" - The call is heard, -

"In the mausoleum of the tenant without registration!" -

We became, the documents opened,

To the truth of the time is closer.

"We need to burn the past a stuffed!" -

Pagan rage demanded a miracle

Only still a punishing sword

We decided to leave for.

The storm has calmed down time,

Squurly sang the starlings, flying away,

In the muddy brew, new reforms

Golden cereal flashed.

Somehow it became so

The one who stole the more richer,

Than cops and Chekists, that enemy,

The eternal zone is crying.

Spring turned around with a crow,

Snakes the eggs of snake wind,

It turned out that we live better

Again we are all stronger in the world.

Flapped in the crowd among people

A bearded terrorist, like a goblin,

There are not enough nails in the warehouses

To hang bald portraits.

Felix grew on Lenin suddenly,

Like mold in the ears of a veteran,

The people were added to the servants

To burn the truth - the uterus from the screen.

Again, blacks in America beat,

Gigabytes of infection pour on us,

And their red rogue and rogue,

It is located near the base.

At least run from yourself - do not run

Then we will also say - we did not know

How freedom is all those boots

They stolen in a prison basement.

I hate Soviet power

That in me it beats the power of inertia,

I am only a stomillion part

Endless Russian heart.

As in insanity, I'm afraid to fall into the past,

The nerve of reflection is aching at the temple,

I hate Soviet power

But was there another in Russia?

Valery Rylov. November 2017