Notes of the Colorado Cockroach. Christmas swine symbol of hope ...
To begin with, let me congratulate my many thousands of readers reading Happy New Year! And let me wish you ... However, I wish you so personally.
Yes, I don’t really know how to talk to this strange thing, in general, a terrible thing - the camera. How to induce you - you do not know where to go. Worse guns
But what could squeeze out of himself, he could. Here it is. But in writing I will add: to all of you, my dear, I also wish Hope. With a capital letter, although it is not a name in the full sense of the word. We all need it, some more, some less, but without it - no way.
We just need to remember how to hope for the best. We are all: Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Kazakhs. Everybody. Hope that we will live calmer, more stable, richer.
And to all of you, who stayed behind the “Madhouse - there” pointer, I just want hope. On light, good, beautiful - but - the future.
I here one zadohlik from university recently said such a proverb from the ancient Greeks, I was already stunned. "The future of the gods on their knees."
No, nothing like that, the problem is that for some time now I have not liked being on my knees. Especially - the future. Especially - if this is our future.
And, you know, returning with my memory five years ago, I will tell you that the reflections of the fires of Maidan are no different from the fires of Maidanek. And if you listen from the next street, it is very similar to Sieg Heil!
Yes, just God forbid you never hear.
But then every nation has its own cross, apparently, we know that it was not there that we turned off, and now we carry this drin on ourselves.
But I absolutely wanted to tell you about something else. Yes, we still have a whole year ahead, and I, if not caught in kind, still risk you getting bored. And about the elections we will talk, and about everything else. But today I want to tell you how we met 2019. Who is interested.
Our ancient Kiev has seen for its history a lot of things. And bad, and very bad. One word - Ancient ...
In spite of the fact that the years have already been bending down to the land, I have been strolling through the streets in a very different company all this night (well, almost all). And there were thousands of those who did not sit at home. That is, to celebrate the new year among people, not at home.
Thousands of people of Kiev were in the streets that night. I'll show them to you, of course. And I went, looked, talked, after all, you will agree, only on New Year's Eve you can just go up to the company and say the cherished “new rock,” and that’s yours.
I am sure that in all the expanses of your boundless Russia, the same thing happened.
She is such a magical New Year's Eve in Kiev. And I suggest you go with me in Kiev together.
I could infinitely long spread to the topic that Kiev is beautiful both day and night. And the people of Kiev, real kiyane, with faces, not muzzles, hidden under masks, this is the real decoration of the city. I can, but I will not. I just went for more than four hours in the festive crowd, flowing from the Maidan to the Exhibition of Economic Achievements, then to Podol ... where I stayed. Such as in Podil, was nowhere else.
And of course, I will not go around, except for spiritual things and normal food for the body. And that was enough.
Well, because the beauty, is not it? And taste, by the way.
Although this is a simple minimalism - mulled wine and shish kebab. Enough.
Fun too. For every taste.
But the bagpiper on Podol was something. The guy played like a jukebox, just charge it. Mulled wine, of course. As a real Scotsman, not grog, so at least mulled wine. The main thing ... well, you understand.
The terrace ... I will tell you this: even a millionaire could not have tried everything cooked there. It would just explode in about half.
Goat. Not a symbol at all, but they took pictures with her very willingly. On the other hand, a pig would be too cold and dangerous too. With so many kebabs, any pig would have a heart attack at the time.
A symphony orchestra in such a light frost in 12 degrees, playing fiery dance - I honestly tell you, you see the crowd, in the crowd and young, and like me. Well, better than all these murmur-drygalki-snatchers.
Do you see faces? I see too.
Well, it's like ... It's like this: it came all the same!
And even back to the house I was driving in a difficult composition. However, judge for yourself, though not the best shot.
We met another year. And, I will tell you honestly and frankly, we place great hopes on him. We have a big show here with an incomprehensible end, but many already understand that we should try, we should try to change the existing order of affairs.
Again, we can talk a lot about what we have lost, how the Hydrant has saddled us, but this is what all reasonable people understand. And they understand that the Hydrant doesn’t just have to be kicked, and not put someone else worse. But we'll talk about it from the heart.
In the meantime, I once again embrace you all with all six paws, I wish you that your new year should be at least better than the past. The pig will not eat, we will start up any wild boar for lard, so we will live until we meet in the new year!
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