Our underworld

For a month now, or even more in television, they have reported: the world is fragile, it is about to perish. The wind of change blows from the east, and there - the earth shudders, the water rises, the reactor boils. Something is happening in the south: in the sky above the desert, they saw the horsemen, it is believed that Bedain Caddafi was best examined. An alarming news is acted, as always, from our fatherland. The news tape “Salt” is decorated with quotes from revelation: “The old woman who stole the cheese died of shame”, “The bear hid from the Kamchatka policemen”, “The gull’s son could underground casinos.” It is not clear from whom the seagull could give birth to a son, full of hollow eyes. But the trend is understandable: as already said, the world either fails to hell or has already failed.

If the process really goes, then Perm can claim the title of hellish capital of Russia. The region has an impressive semantic resource.

If you go from Perm along the northern road, then right behind the large bridge there will be a turn on the country road. The turn has a pointer: "Adishchevo, so many kilometers." None of my acquaintances (and acquaintances of acquaintances) have never been to Adishchevo. It seems to be the upper and lower Adishchevo (sounds in Danthevsky), as well as the Adishchevo railway station (I suspect that the trains do not stop there). It is not possible to confirm or refute the fact of the existence of Adishchevo (as well as the fact of the existence of the underworld). But there are indirect signs. The hole still has some influence. This is something like radiation (p. 26). Although it is a sin to scold Perm, and so

Lea of ​​her surroundings: there are cities and worse (p. 90). In addition, there are enough troubles in the world, not at all associated with the Ural variety of the famous Russian melancholy (pp. 84, 60, 20, 30). After all, you can understand, for example, officials (p. 38) and other evil spirits (p. 66), as well as various kinds of natural disasters (p. 34). The latter include the blizzard that once hung out millions of red carpets in Russian souls (p. 70).

You can only contrast sliding into hell

the tank (p. 98, 100, 114) and the holy man Nikita Dzhigurdu (p. 54).

Farewell should thank the love of Klumenko. It was she who came up with a magazine about hell in all its damn manifestations. On the Pla

Nerca I offered a number about love, but it was decided to release it in May. When the violets are bloomed. And one God knows whether the number about love is the present to the present. Or pass through the category of the last circle.