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Паста с 4chan же.
>What is our country today, though very faint, but still reminds me of bygone times in the past of his childhood and youth, pieces of which are still tender is stored in memory. I love to travel, have traveled many cities, and I can say with confidence that in spite of all the pathos of Europeanization and advanced technologies are not coming down from the pages of newspapers and magazines have at least 10 years, here and there, inadvertently stumbles upon a sight so sweet and native fragments from that, the old Soviet life, which has never been in other countries. At one point, still working with the soda machine in the other - face with a beer barrel on wheels, in the third you drive up to the 21st "Volga" and the fourth disc are "Melody", and the wall at you all with the same heat of the Olympic bear watching. All these little things, all these pieces that, in the words of Karen Shakhnazarov, "vanished empire," with all their unpretentious comedy, and in our time are still the symbols of the faith in a brighter future, which in his childhood passed us by our parents, and the irrevocably gone time when we were younger and happier in their own way.
>Two. I want to see what will end this long Russian doomsday. As he wrote 25 years ago, the famous satirist Mikhail Zadornov, "I want to buy a parrot, who lived three hundred years - even though one of our family will live until the end of the restructuring." I want to know how many more years the Lord of All Russia, Putin will continue to be that he will come up with to continue to stand at the helm of the battered federal ship, from which all the rats are fleeing. And I'm curious to see it all, so to speak, live, from within, not on TV or on Youtube. I want to know what else will come up with our government, flooded the country PIDRami how many kings, and division commanders Mikhalkov plays, how many generations of stellar factory would see our country and how many people obolet water and cuss out Zhirinovsky. All of this timeless theater of the absurd drags its unpredictability, whimsical, it is impossible to break away from it as from a Mexican TV series or a football match: and like the end is clear and long-tired, but - in anticipation of the original plot twists il games - you're still not switch the channel and wait what will happen next. And watch it all, some living in Germany - is like watching football with binoculars in the window of the house across the street.
>Three. It is ironic, but I love this country. I love grandmas who sell cakes on the platform and make the most delicious jam in the world. I love our "generation of janitors and guards," which for a beer you can talk about the advantages of the categorical imperative of Kant to Hegel's dialectic. I love our creative young people, who, though not yielding to total effects of alcohol and drugs, creates a student theater, studying dance, makes the exhibition and played in rock bands in the spirit of orthodox industrial Rammstein. I love our world's most beautiful girls. I love our people, who manages to arrange chic birthday with a very high salary and generally enjoying life in spite of so hard and successfully battling with the authorities. I love Russia.
>4. Leave Russia ... Where? Unlike many, I strongly believe that one has only to cross the border of our frail and money immediately will fall on you bags, and you plunge into the "paradise" well-fed and comfortable life. In order to have a lot of, you need to work hard, let's face it - work hard. There are more opportunities? It may even be. But I somehow do not feel like starting from the bottom, work at McDonalds, or washing dishes to eventually ascend to the middle managers or big bosses. After all this time to live in a foreign country where nobody knows you, where you will not meet on the street of former classmates, and the subway - familiar with the old work, where everything around other people and the very atmosphere of the other - make you feel like a guest, and the uninvited . Many have left, and despite it all, live there happily ever after? Probably. But this life is not for me. I'm sure the nostalgia for his native land gets into the most 'western' hearts and poison is mired in the comfort and tranquility of the existence of a foreign country.
>Five. I do not want to leave the country, Gogol Berdyaev and Surikov. From a country where there are temples built without a single nail, from a country that has launched the world's first man in space. From the country that gave the world Belinsky and Solzhenitsyn, Esenina and Vysotsky, Chaliapin and Makarevich, University and Michurin. From the country that sang Pushkin and Boney M, which won Polovtsy and Hitler. I want to live in a country where the destruction of the palaces sprang up, and out of poverty in the light most intelligent and talented people. In a country with an unpredictable past, have a tendency to change almost every 20 years. In a country where, according to the foreigners for centuries bears go in the red shirts and drink vodka. In a country where the air is filled with love, spirituality, faith and strength of their ancestors. In Russian.
