The New Year's Thoughtful or empty promises with a spoon of tar in the brine

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Today I walked along the streets of the city and now and then overcame the snowdrifts. The city was covered with snow. The tractors cleaned only the central streets for the whole day. About the private sector where I live and I have no conversation at all.

And every year so. If a grader will pass through the streets of the private sector a couple of times during the winter - this is nonsense .. But by the New Year they are now being started to prepare almost from the beginning of December. In any case, the Christmas tree was set up by December 15. I remember in Soviet times it was usually done after 20. On the eve of the New Year. True, then the mood was different and prices did not take off in the new year to sky -high heights.

For example, pensioners have been indexed by a pension. Next time I will write how much. Now the power on TV will crack about this for six months. And then that these meager additives are never recognized as ordinary zilch. The main thing is to create an illusion of care among the people. And the TV will try. Will work out a piece from the bar table. For the money of taxpayers, of course.

I still think why such a long weekend did at the beginning of the new year. I came to this conclusion. Let the people relax. Drink plenty. If there is, of course, what. And then tighten the stray on the neck. Raise the prices for housing and communal services. To gas. Light. By the way, gas, at least by their and a popular treasure, but also costs money. The latter, as you know, then miraculously into yachts and aircraft of the oligarchs turn.

And I, imagine, save on a trip on the bus. I walk around the snowy city. But I'm walking with my head proudly raised. How. Gas is a folk property. For some reason, for some reason, in a geometric progression, prices in payments for him are rising and rising.

Something I was distracted. Again, he returned to the gas question. And the New Year is not far off. True, I personally have not met him for a long time. What to meet that. Another increase in prices. Empty promises of paradise life. We heard more than once from a slave from a gallery. Nothing new. Everything old for a long time filled the soreness of the mind of all thinking people.

Of course, it’s a shame for the state. For a great power. And for the Russian people too. Because, after a noisy feast, a hangover occurs after a noisy feast. And every time in the brine it turns out a spoon of tar.

Happy New Year 2019, dear Russians ...