
A little more than a week has passed since that night, when my girlfriend and neighbor in the Moscow court, now living in a beautiful European country is by no means of his own free will, wrote to me in wild alarm “BTRs drive right already!” And I, breaking away from the passionate scanning of all possible telegram channels, along which the Prigozhin show, sighed, threw a raincoat on my pajamas and went to Myasnitskaya Street to provide her with a complete, so as not to say the dead, calmness of our area, to fix the absence of armored personnel carriers and generally any signs of excitement. Everything was as usual: a cheerful noise of bars, girls “horses for food”, tormentors of the human race on cars with subwoofers inside and out, summer shkolota, a pair of sluggish drunken brawls, a discussion beer club of indigenous homeless people near the metro, night football players on the site under the windows, music on Bulvars. I ran a wide circle, comforted my friend and returned to information abysses. Everything was much more interesting in them-but what, at some point, it was truly exciting, although for some reason the matter did not reach the feeling of a disastrous delight.
After some time, having seen plenty of plenty of a national leader who suddenly began to strangle the Russians in the arms of courage, wisdom and optimism, many of my friends and colleagues began to wonder more and more often: why, why did the Russians still did not show a single strong emotion during the day, they did not rush to buy a therapeutic set for anxious and decent disorders (Greaks, Greg, Matches, salt, alcohol), did not rush to bury in the dugouts? Well, that is, of course, some Russians, as we know, still managed to blow up, someone made a monthly budget to the greedy flights of airline tickets, someone bought dollars for a beautiful price, and some very high-ranking Russians, according to rumors, indirectly confirmed by other high-sized, managed to fly away from the capital of their homeland for a conditionally safe distance (and now, it seems, the issue is resolved, the issue is resolved, the issue is resolved. Whether it is to qualify as an attempt to betray or not, but it seems that it is already decided to forgive and not to notice). But this is still a drop in the sea, rare panic.
And the question is very good. But there is no unambiguous answer to him, only vague guesses and unreliable sensations, field observations and other “intuitions”. Although now I have one explanation-fallitis.
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