Comparative

Now the rating seems to be worth it, and there is money, and the demand for gases is subject to - and even the old man does not want us!

When, among a thoughtless life, sometimes I look at my own snout - in good conscience, I do not understand: how did you talk to me then? I was nobody: yesterday’s schoolboy, whose speech was pathos and strange. I could not scare you with a picture of the future ashes - and I would not. Neither gas nor nuclear war threatened; stood not at the feed; He was unarmed ... and, moreover, you spoke with me and called yourself! No, I was not a fool, I wrote poems, I loved to prophesy, to fool my head ... Chatting - it, of course, not to turn bags; But why turn bags? It is interesting that in the most severe country, albeit rotten by half, so that the women to captivate, I did not have to introduce one hundred thousand troops into Ukraine. It was not necessary to drive thirty-three regiments to the border from the personal stock, so that one bore-old bore for half an hour to tremble with me. And here - the Earth is from Kushka to smoking, from solar Sochi to Yamal, but so that the old man spoke to you, there are few square kilometers! Moreover, the old man, sorry, so -so, not a leader, not a light, a bureaucrat with experience. He did not get out of the KGB to the throne, but not from Olympus jumped, frankly. Could find someone in ravines to give a serious impetus to Pindostan. In short, I won’t even compare with my girlfriend. I’m afraid that in the abyss of the Russian world, the Gati is in the shackle, along the quagmire with a furnace ... To talk with the old man for an hour, we waving a nuclear button! In order to pay attention to ourselves, we resort to roar and howl, already with our teeth, creaking, already knocking on the wall with his head, granite granite, threatening aggression, spreading the smell of rot everywhere ... and who would explain that you can’t gain love! But there they had long forgotten how to explain, looking at the moon, how the fatal oaths pronounce the oaths ... There they now know the girl alone, and that, I'm afraid, Zakharova Maria.

And in the past, remember, there was not only gas, not only machine guns and coins - not only the old people loved us, almost half -planes listened!

For us then they burned at the stake, and they considered everything to be given to us with a blessing; We inspired hope, not fear, although they were, in essence, Gulag. Of course, the Cheka was steering here, the slave spirit of empires reigned everywhere - but still the old man did not long for the approval of the old man. There was a different criterion. Of course, there was a roar of victorious pipes, and iron curtain - I remember, friendly! Let me tell me again the "oskolyub". But the necrophil is much worse.

You look back from this darkness, where only the rattle of crocodile is heard - and you yourself do not understand how they could love us so much and what they found in us. Now the rating seems to be worth it, and there is money, and the demand for gases is subject to - and even the old man does not want us! And the youth does not want to watch at all! And you will remember youth in a bursting country, a lack of experience, an excess of ardor - and it is not clear what was in me then.

The future was.