The 37th year ordered? Then we go to you!
One of the most acute discussions of the last period: is it possible to compare, even exclusively through metaphor, our Kafkian present with sad memory “thirty -seventh”? Oddly enough, the shout came from honored dissidents. (Oh, at first I missed the letter “l” in the word “honored” and it turned out “dried”, which is also curious!) Like do not touch the holy! Then it was horror, horror, but now it is impossible to compare. The morons do something comic - and that’s it!