Very fragile empire

Putin's Russia is trying to portray itself with a formidable state, sometimes even terrible. All conversations are completely about victories, battles and heroic exploits. Children from childhood - to youth, go in construction, sing patriotic songs. For adults - a tank biathlon and endless news from the battlefields. Even the president looks truly enthusiastic only when he talks about the latest missiles. She flies, which means that along the unpredictable trajectory, flies around the globe four times, and no one knows where she will fall. Even Rogozin, although he ate a dog on falling missiles. Or drowned. This is, you see, the squiggle turns out.

Although no. About Zagogulin-this seems to be some other president. The old people chat, as if other presidents had once happened here, although it is not easy to believe in such a thing. Probably, old age is not a joy.

Enemies tremble, traditional values ​​bloom, and at times even smell of, and the main one is the right to beat the one who is weaker. There is still a two -headed eagle on the coat of arms, but soon, apparently, there will be two fists squeezing a couple of rubber batons.

Recently, a resident of the capital is easy to make sure that everything is so. Putin's Russia is formidable and terrible. In order to find out, you do not need to make any additional efforts: just go to take a walk to the city center on an unobtrusive weekend.

Here it is - Putin's Russia in camouflage, helmets and body armor. The battalions of selected fighters who are ready with maximum availability to push the doubting, and the random passerby, too, everything that he is supposed to know about the main traditional value.

They block the streets, interfere with the movement of citizens, create the situation dangerous for the life and health of citizens. In general, honestly and not without a kind of brilliance, they do everything that citizens are accused of. But the main thing is to beat. Masterly, aiming, with obvious pleasure. Break their legs, break their heads.

Honestly - from the inside it looks rather scary when you just go down the street, and hefty guys with batons and in protective ammunition run to you. Having built in the caterpillar, but not according to the covenant of the writer Sorokin, not mutual love for the sake, but on the contrary, in the name of hatred. To catch a peaceful pedestrian, to tie, beat, and then firing. Any, the first one that came across, perhaps you.

And how can I not believe that Putin's Russia is formidable and even terrible? Feelings do not deceive. Terrible, terrible, dangerous, and it would be better to, probably, stay away, but what can you do now if it fell into the empire to be born?

But everything changes when Putin Russia suddenly forgets about its own power and begins to complain about those who were beaten on the street simply upon being on the street. When a string-again a string, was already like that, even in our short memory, a place here is something special? - Things about the attack on police officers are underway.

And it turns out with lightning speed that these brave thugs, regularly and quite professionally cleansing the city from the townspeople, are fragile, gentle and reverent. A bottle was thrown in his direction, an empty plastic bottle. And he experienced unbearable moral suffering and, possibly, pain. A flying plastic bottle creates an air wave. You will not notice this wave, and I will not notice. This is because we are the creatures are rude and insensitive. And he is gentle. He is now suffering until the end of his life.

This is not a thug, it turns out, but the fragile princesses, who arrived in the capital in search of their magic peas. They are silicons, though, after all, silver. They have armor and batons, the right to beat and cripple with impunity, behind them - all state power, plus the troops of information consumption, different -caliber masters of professional lies, who, not embarrassed, talk about "extremists with knives and castes." However, in fact, they are gentle, they are vulnerable, and they are bashful, apparently, too, since they hide their faces under black balaclavs. A demonstration of barbaric, punishing, unlimited power, which compassion is unknown, turns into proof of weakness.

But those who beat-not at all formidable girls with multi-colored hair and boys with fashionable beards-it turns out that they are really strong. They are beaten, but they are not afraid, they again go outside. They help each other, organize lawyer support, medical care, and delivery of programs to the detainees. Or they simply distribute water and tea to those who dared to go outside.

From this, probably, vulnerable lean in body armor, even more offensive. After all, they know that they, if that happen, will help them to help. This is only in the old cinema about the cops Lieutenant Colonel Solovets into a cake to get out to rescue a slandered subordinate from Kichi. And in life, the lieutenant's lieutenant colonel will fire back in hindsight, and the subordinate is well known.

Here you will be involuntarily sharpened, grab the right club, and you will go to destroy everything that you will never have. Normal human life and ordinary human love.

And all this, perhaps, would even be funny if it were not for the idea that a person who had inflicting unbearable moral suffering, throwing an empty plastic bottle in his direction (not even in him), already in a pre -trial detention center and may well get a real term.

Alas, everything is so. But just imagine how fragile should those who hid from peaceful and unarmed people behind the backs of these porcelain soldiers should be? The mayor, and all his deputies, and all the inhabitants of the dark depths of the election commission, the deputies, and ministers, and even the number one macho, a fan of speculating about the latest missiles. It’s even scary to blow on these - it will take away the wind.

And another thought, perhaps outside the above. Everyone has already noted the innovation of the punitive police operation on August third: not only standard and ridiculous accusations (“Do not create situations that threaten life and health” were incurred from megaphones, “Do not interfere with other citizens”), but also something almost mournful: “The order on the streets is provided by fighters of internal troops. Most are conscripts. These are your sons. "

So, this can also be interpreted as an accusation: they yourself, they say, have raised, so blame yourself. What has grown is growing.

And this is even a certain meaning, unfortunately.