Quarantine

Monologue of a fictional face

I don't want to leave the quarantine! He studied, relaxed, became soft ... I remember that in childhood there was an Angina - she also did not want to go to school. I’m not the same - but at school everything is the same: the abomination of the morning, in the textbook is nonsense, the spirit of non -collapse, and all these faces are unchanged ... Well, I do not want! This is the Soviet childhood dreams of this childhood: not to get up, not to be inserted into a coat, not to cram, but to read how much it will fit (I already wrote something).

This is the correct era beginning, directly God's order - to prohibit the country to work. After all, what work do we have? Imitation. What kept us? Only the view, but Covid overthrew it; In “Supreme Power” I will hear “Rusty” and in addition the distinct “Sterkh”. Sting, yes rusty! And all our goals, on the disgrace of other land, or hung somewhere in the air, or crawled in the mud.

I do not want to leave the quarantine. The power of the habit is the law of nature. This picture fell in love with me - a completely empty Moscow. Combining glass and metal: the metropolitan frame was exposed. After all, Moscow lacked before the style: so that there was no us. And there was no crowd of this variegated, and for the first time in a thousand years, a thin and sharp, even strict silhouette suddenly cut through.

You go through the Arbat - beautifully! No repair, no tiles - praise! In general, Russia would be surprisingly clean without people.

No showdowing that everyone was sagging, neither cafes, nor a date - you can’t! Only rickshaws fly with boxes, invisible to us, breaking food, and she is out of nowhere, as in fairy tales. As if God dropped her here. And the police walk in masks, as if hiding his face with shame.

Do not try, comrades, I am again sewing up the cannibalnic message: this virus is a trouble for the patient, but he brought a healthy breakthrough. Of course, they will pay a little, the cheerle is not spoiled by the Okhlos, but for a month it is somehow enough, but not so much we have a lot. Do not stomp in the subway, at the station, in the train, like cattle for slaughter; Do not engage in what they said what they were driving - to engage in themselves!

This is a terrible logic, brothers, that when the quarantines are around - we ourselves remain more terrible than with an external enemy.

So it is, do not consider for insolence: the majority says in social networks that there really is nothing to do if they do not say what. Neither digging in the native garden, nor with the child to play in the hut, nor think in an elevated kind of almost invisible soul. No matter how you throw it, you will be damaged by reason. So you will not want to live in the future, if you fight in comments by day or watch the TV shows. Well, sleep! And do not worry, sick, because in a dream you are talented and cool - and it’s much more useful to sprinkle than to pour, imitating work.

I do not want to leave the quarantine, get out a little into the light, and for a long time somehow one-that the boundaries are open, that not. Why did we have a abroad? Little benefit and a lot of harm. The best way to preserve yourself is to never go anywhere. What is Roman wolf, Hollywood, Barcelonian surf? We can’t learn anything from them, we also can’t make them ourselves, but poisoning their souls, spending grandmas on imported rubbish, is still that the living Klush to encourage the marathon runners.

We do not stare at them, they still do not like us everywhere. It was a Novgorod vehicle here, and it was covered, and correctly edged ...

I do not want to leave the quarantine. Sleeping is sweet, and a dull dead end, and I can somehow listen to the reasoning about the plateau and peak. We are a country that defeated NATO, from the point of view of evil old women, but there will be no peak or a plateau, if you just say it out loud.

Of course, the Russian miracle is in the triumph of insatiable ticks and in the victory of verbal fornication over any position of things, so that no matter how browned, but in June we will celebrate our celebration with a parade of victory and a continuous abority of everything.

If we are still in the web, we will give the voices for it - but we will continue to sit in the quarantine, more organic for us quarantine, and what do you need a free regime for us? Let the infection rule the country, for it is a sin to pretend to be healthy if you are one hundred percent sick.