It is true that before this ambitious, they still had not so much - in comparison with their current colleagues. All in all - a business "gull" or a black "Volga" in the ass, a good apartment with a maximum of 6 rooms and a two-person dacha - on the strength of three floors. Well, the food from the belly. Anything over is already considered a crime.
In addition, sheer fear on the part of “immorality”: the betrayal of his wife was almost equal to betrayal of the Motherland. And even somehow it was a pity that those bosses with their old, shapeless wives were doomed to just lick their lips on cute Komsomol, the prey of all the lower stinkers.
As if in retaliation for this sexual prohibition, those partners made their own imperious depravity: to bend a successful director of a factory or state farm to the kiss of his ass. It reminded me of some zonal outrage - when at the bureau of the district committee or the regional committee of the party people were butchered with a nut, bowing to these low weasels. My elder friend, Hero of Social Labor Alexander Sokolov, director of the best state farm in the USSR, was relieved for refusing to participate in such party fornication ...
All this was seen by the rest of the people - and this gave rise to his fatal hatred of the Soviet government, whose face under Gorbachev, just as vicious at the back account, became this powerful ass.
Do not envy food rations and dachas commanders - no, our people are not such a goon to envy the benefits of a rank; All this is exactly the fork between the declared and the observed. They vowed to build communism on the Party Bible - but in fact they were more and more pleasing their arrogant ass ... Even if they took it three times - but they did not choke those who had built this nice many communism! This part-hypocrisy is really nauseous - why neither in 91, nor in 93 did the people for the most part go to the defense of these pro-Sovietists, although there were righteous exceptions among them ...
But a certain circle came to pass, the country was reborn in its roots, and all the now ridiculous restrictions on that meek for the powers that be have sunk into oblivion. One thing has not gone anywhere - even more has blossomed: this hypocritical fork. With a light hand of the rulers, who partly emerged from the past partocrats and who inherited most of all their duplicity - this ruin has already entered into all the pores of imperious and popular life.
Everybody should serve in the army and defend what is in our hymn called “God-Preserved Native Land,” except for mine. Honesty should be the norm of life - but not in my case. Long live the education reform - but the children of reformers study abroad. The law is one for all, as are the rules of the road - with the exception of the legislators themselves. You can not have your business in the civil service - but through wives and children you can. The ten church commandments and the seven deadly sins, including greed and gluttony - for anyone, but not church hierarchs living according to the covenant of Famusov:
It is not on silver
He ate gold on gold; one hundred people to services;
All in the orders; he always went by train;
Century at court, yes at what court! ..
Well, and so on - with a large margin in this regard from the Soviet cones. Those, at least during the construction of strategic facilities and the delivery of the plan for agricultural products, dreaded their party discipline - and the current ones and they no longer put it at all. They iron everything under them, and there is no case that the United Russia mayor, the governor, the prosecutor did not put his personal self-interest in front of the public steam locomotive. But they swore on the same Bible - not communist already, but the most Christian, non-charitable!
They are building an orphanage - they steal, they build a cosmodrome - they steal; expensive dacgers are no longer bought individually, but in kilograms ...
What for? What is the root of this irrepressible greed - if everything that has been tried has long been tried and the belly, like a fable pig under an oak tree, is full to the bone?
Only one explanation comes to mind: some kind of phantom revenge for the shortfall in the USSR, when the party ace, as said, could have only one apartment, one wife - albeit food from the belly. Few!
The insatiable dream of that ace sticking out of the present has gone from some kind of inner loops - and even with all the sexual and other satisfaction, it is impossible to satisfy her! And well impose incalculably in the cart, which, though not attached to the coffin, but in life you can feel with some kind of victorious enjoyment of all current morality.
It seems to me that this is already some kind of illness requiring the participation of a psychologist. But why did these patients, whose intestinal tract could not get enough, in principle, have come to our most powerful top?
Why did not the best workers, peasants, and labor intelligentsia come to power at the exodus of the USSR — and these are the worst? How and how could they overcome all the best in a proletarian state, which had heroically fought off an external enemy, but saved it before an internal one? A question that I do not find the answer.
It is now accepted that this hypocrisy was destructive only for the USSR - and the current, preserved by God himself, Russia does not threaten any moral, economic and other laws. Let other boobies live by it! And we will catch our fish out of the oil pond without any useful labor - by “small” or big business, which in our case means one thing: to buy cheaply and sell at a high price. As it was sung in one perestroika film: “We do not plow, do not sow, do not build - we are proud of the social structure!”
It is this pride in the great, by virtue of a jump in the price of oil, Russia, which everyone except my son must protect, we have absorbed into our fibers. And we don’t care that since the Soviet times tailoring of coats has decreased by 25, the production of tractors - in 14, machine tools - in 27, excavators - in 12, bulldozers - in 20 ...
These hyperlicerers, who constituted our power and brought their children to the horizon just in case, are talking about some kind of internal development and getting rid of the oil needle. But where does this come from at this fork, already tearing us to the navel? The web of these cockroaches, as if departing their thieves' watch here, has covered everything - and there is no such store in the country, a farmer, who would not be terrified by their shadow roof. What Putin himself has said more than once in his messages; the last time - with some kind of crushed mine ...
Our oligarchs stand by themselves here, their people dreaming of dispossessing them with dreams. But they are not a random pimple on our body. Armed with deputies and prosecutors bought by them, they are only able to protect their property from our aggressive thieving system. And therefore they are not Putin's whim, but the result of natural selection in the “God-kept homeland” that fell into the clutches of powerful marauders.
In this case, the so-called conscience of the nation has completely lost its conscience. By virtue of the same inscrutable entropy, corruption came to the fore in our media, killing all the convictions that were somehow badly under Soviet tyrants. All the current telepatriots praising Putin have come out of sincere admirers, first Gorbachev, then Yeltsin. Under Gorbachev, for their services they received good Moscow apartments, under Yeltsin - areas in the Moscow Bakovka. And finally, under Putin, the rewards were grabbed: land and houses already in Spain, Israel, Cyprus, etc. To me, foul creature, who did not feed the nature of their court senses, they inspired haughty: why do you want? We are not so honored! In honor only principal singers of the Motherland and its current ruler!
But I, although I’m not crawling into Putin's love magazine, would have noted such a broad step: an introduction, in connection with the “knife in the back” from Erdogan, a ban on Turkish goods. I want to believe that this is the answer not only to the external enemy, but also to the internal one, which for us is a knife in the chest. With him, who filled his safes with this jeweler, it reached the point that our retail chains refused to take our products completely. Turks and other Israelis put a bunch of people over contracts for their dummy, non-withering fruits and vegetables, and our farmers do not have such stacks. And the competition in the market, driven under this roof, went not on the goods - but on the value of bribes for their placement in the trading floor.
The people can’t wait for Putin to finally sweep away those Dodgers who are not even covering a large or small business, but the extermination of any business passing their pockets. The prosecutor’s office, like the governor’s office, and the mayor’s business, established through children and wives, today often means not even buy and sell, but take it away and sell it. And at the same time, the collapse of any import substitution — when Turkish imports for the same bribe are simply replaced by Egyptian or Moroccan — that ruins our entire rural growth.
Someone is now seeing our main threat in Western sanctions; someone - in the new world war, in the new fall in the prices of oil feeding us, which is more terrible than any war; someone - in the death of Putin ...
But we are for our long history overcame similar misfortunes more than once, and I see our real threat in another. If among the population of the country unscrupulous - percent 10-20, this is not the end of the world. But if for 50, and in power - all 100 percent, the collapse is inevitable. As in the case of the barracks, during the reconstruction of which all the cement was stolen from the solution - and the building of the parts not glued together between themselves naturally collapsed, burying dozens of young men.
Yes, little by little it starts to reach us that conscience is, although not palpable with hands, unlike any jeweler, a substance, but vital. Without it, laws and factories do not work, their own potatoes do not grow, and economic decline does not end. But the trouble is: everyone is convinced that everyone should have it - except for me.