
Russia is warmed up by Grega, as if our honor is hurt, although what does our honor have to do with it? The problem is that this Greta, with an honest gaze, is. The country, subject to Perun, resembles Virgin Yuna that with a formidable squeal, a pigs rises itself onto the rostrum and accuses everyone and everything. She screams not without coquetry that her childhood was stolen (which, in fact, is born?), That everyone is rich, guilty and will not be saved from reckoning, and the whole planet owes her.
In this sense, we are Greta, almost the chosen one of Christ, that the whole planet is to blame, and Greta is soot and pure! She is a clicus, hysteria, neurasthenic, asthenic, read her diagnoses, and on the network each page rinses Gretino linen, but despite our area of a billion grett, all of us rows us in the same way, there are no other things! In a teenager, in a kinder surprise, the fate of the earth is concluded. As in that missing German Lisa, we found ourselves in the Gall. We are just as hysterical, one is insanely pretty, by the other hostile, the planet in two,-and our modest braids are formidable, like our "poplars"! In this sense, we are Greta, our image is miserable and cruel - in the hand a winged rocket, in another, a weeping scarf, and behind the back of the light a “northern stream” snakes.
Russia, whatever you do with her, always considers yourself a maiden (we will save the purity of the world!), Based on the beliefs, terribly left, but terrible with the right in everything! No one would have time to fart, as our revenge overseas them: we are an autistic, we have asperger, we can, here is a certificate! Nobody, admit this, in the head - such a fault, in the soul - such a village council, such a trash - in baggage ... Do not renounce: we are a Greta, a millennial already. The Prophet of the latest Testament, she does not listen to advice, does not wait for a false greeting, frozen at a new border: are you the majority? Spit on it. We show you. It is not for nothing that the poet, cruel and a stiff, are taciturn, but Rechist, said that we are a teenage country, and a teenager-anutist.
We scare all, like Greta, trembling with a tearful face, the end of the dough, whether the end of the light, whether his own end ...
For many, Gretin's river is a pretext for easy fright, it will be forgotten in the spring - but only for our people it, consider, an event of the year, a preposition for a wedding and a divorce, the most important reason for the news.
Today, many newspapers, cool universities and psychiatrists are cabinets-everyone discusses that it can grow from the Greeta once, in the future, then? She does not want to study, she does not want to know the guys, she calmly survives while her parents are with her - but what will happen to Greta later? Who is passionate about the problem of this and in fear awaits the coming years, - we swear with the hand of the right: the dreams have no future. The companies are open, the look, the pigtails hang pityly - she will be thirty, and in forty -five, and at sixty ... Her neighbors will break out, her lumps will decay, her lovers roar, but know: the Greets do not grow up. They are helped, they are pity, they are sent help, they are suffered from, they are called a common conscience, but everyone is from the choir to the quartet, from Albinos to the Brunet, from the Kommersant to the poet - they sing to the heavenly king: thank you not Greta, thank you all my heart!