It happened to the police

Among other things, this is, of course, a fairy tale seen in a dream. The fairy tale that you are told and shown on the television screen or on the computer, from beginning to end, when the final whistle sounds, the Croats will choke grief and the French will die with happiness. And then, under the pouring rain, the victims will be resurrected so that President Putin to hide the medals on them, President Macron patted them from the scruff, President Grabar-Kitarovich muttered and cried with them with everyone. Here the fairy tale will end, the dream will be interrupted forever.

Actually, this fairy tale was told to us - only with large pauses, into which real life invaded. The dream was not continuous. And in the moments of heavy awakening, they explained to us that football was football, but to kiss foreign fans to Russian girls of the western; Sexual connection was equated with marital treason to the Fatherland. Or it suddenly turned out that the Croats are the fascists, and the prominent Russian political scientist suffered from the problem of choosing, without comprehending on the move, for whom to root in the semifinal match: for the Nazis or for the British, who seemed to be worse than the Nazis, but still not the Nazis? Or beat with an electric discharge, right in the middle of a sweet spectacular sleep, some kind of terrible thought, different people have their own. He who suddenly remembered pensions, with which extremely unpleasant fuss would begin shortly after the mundial, and otherwise saw some distant camp on the edge of the earth and a young guy withstanding a deadly hunger strike . In general, whom fear tormented, whom conscience - we are all so different.

Well, under the curtain of the championship, when we slept very tightly and fiercely screaming in a dream, our joint high was broken with special brutalism and cynicism. The Croats attacked, when suddenly young policemen ran out on the field, the ladies mainly, who later turned out to be, when drawing up the protocol, activists of the Pussy Riot group. The match had to be stopped, and this was far from all that was to survive the awakened.

The main test for us, still watching the fairy tale to the end, began after the mundial ended, the entourage changed sharply and the action of the direct action of the memory of the poet Dmitry Alexandrovich Prigov moved from the football field to the Luzhniki police department. That is, the match at that time probably continued, but mysterious documentary acts drained this scene a little later, when we had already seen enough of the happy French and presidents under the umbrellas and without umbrellas and we wiped our eyes. Moreover, they were clearly leaked for educational purposes so that we would immediately forget about football, hugs with foreigners and the capital of Nikolskaya - Street of Russian Glory, Freedom, Songs and Dance. And they realized in its entirety that young fun disappeared, like a dream, like a morning fog, that a fairy tale left and would not return anymore. That the holidays of the cranes are coming out of everyday life, which are not visible to the end. With their wars, hot and cold, arrests, political prisoners and pension reform, if anyone managed to resign, carried away by Dristing miracles.

Polite, respectable, sometimes sociable and cheerful militzers, guarding the law and sung by the departed poet, also go into eternity. They depart, and in their place the native Major Major is picked to pain - with his original Murl and the unique modulations of the voice. The Mundial still lasts, and he has already returned and yells: "handcuffs to me here, on both. You, creature, who is it?" Macron is still rejoicing, and he is already inconsolable: I regret, say, sometimes, that now is not the 37th year. Moscow still, letting the drool in a dream revel in the last moments of the cosmopolitan will, and he does not find a place for himself from patriotic indignation: "They opened Russia, right?!" He, as it were, asks the detainees, but this question asked by him, you understand, is rhetorical. For Comrade Major knows in advance answers to all the questions he had long suffered. Under kings and Secretary Generals, in the 37th year and in Putin's times the answers sound the same.

At the same time, other problems that other of us suffered, plunging into reflection: they say, how to watch the championship and for whom to root if we were born in Russia. It opens that you need to root for your country, but not on football fields. But in the far and neighboring abroad, and in our Palestinians and Labytnangs forgotten by God, and in large cities where Comrade Major and the Motherland are putting himself in the disgrace. This trouble is much more hopeless than losing the Uruguayans and Croats, and how to cope with it is unknown.

This is as long as we, the citizens of the Russian Federation, is excessive for us, the citizens of the Russian Federation: to turn the earthly policeman into a heavenly policeman who , at the call of activists and activist who ran out onto the lawn. It is even more unbearable for the Russian authorities to whom it is set. However, the meaning of the action, as far as we understand, is not to instantly cope with the task, but to exactly formulate it. And the turner turned, there is no doubt, and the political zones will free, and he will not plant like, and will not fabricate criminal cases, and will not delay anyone at the rallies, and will allow political competition - in short, solve all the passing tasks set forth in the video Pussy Riot.

At the same time, maybe the pension reform will cancel. Is it a joke, heavenly policeman. He will spit it once.

This is, too, in essence, the problem solved. If we withdraw the troops from everywhere, where we were entered, to give it back everything that we stole and free everyone who is held hostages and expel the major, then the sanctions will be canceled, and investments will pour into the country, and the outflow of currency from Russia will decrease sharply - the score will go by hundreds of billions, and even trillions, depending on which currency to calculate the young ladies. By the way, this is a rather pleasant activity, comparable to the calculation of heads, scored by our heroes into other people's gates. In a dream and in reality, in a fabulous awakened country, where life does not end after awarding the winners of the presidents of European countries.