Letter to Soviet Communists

I am not authorized to speak for everyone, because, quite possibly, someone in the USSR lacked bandits, prostitutes, cops-executioners, unemployment, corrupt officials, terrorist acts, inflation, ethnic conflicts, refugees, paid education and paid medicine, stupid serials and incompetent pop music on TV, churches, mosques and synagogues, drug addiction, pedophiles, Ksyusha Sobchak, Courchevel for some and dumps for others, defaults and economic crises, monetization of conscience and capitalization of humanity.

I can only speak for myself. Because personally, I did not need all of the above.

Between us, not everything worked out well for you, but something did it through the ass or not at all, but looking at what happened after you left, I have no more complaints about you. I officially declare that I was shooting them all that I had then. Because all the bad things that happened with you, it remained with us, it only increased and increased many times. And even your “our dear Leonid Ilyich” mumbled now is nicer to me than Dmitry Anatolyevich vigorous - then the first one fought, raised virgin lands and built cities, factories and BAM, and the second ate a hamburger and got an I-background on the ball. He also has all the records of the group "Deep Purple". That is, in fact, all that he has done in his life - and why he rules the Russian people, I, for the life of me, do not understand. And the CPSU, with all that little left of Lenin’s party, seems to be some kind of Areopagus of wise men and highly moral personalities - if you look at United Russia (yes, and I’m not going to talk about “ours” and about ” young guard "? because besides the mat about them, I can not write anything at all). Unfortunately, but everything that I wrote in the first lines of my letter to you was added.

But the good that was with you was no more and never will be.

So thank you for being. For the smile of Yuri Gagarin, for the red flag over Berlin, for the Soviet Army, equipped with first-class tanks and airplanes, for the belief that no one will ever attack my country, because they will get so little that it will seem, for atomic icebreakers, for keeping the great Russian classical culture - and the culture of other peoples of the Union - from vulgarity and laws of the market, for science, for observatories, for synchrophasotrons, for the journal “Astronomical calendar of a schoolboy” at the price of five cents and the magazine “Quant” at the price of ten cents, which my not-so-rich mother wrote out for the mountains of the North Caucasus, on which one could relax and ski without a fight I want to get a bullet from a bearded fanatic, for the free radio circle in which I assembled my first transistor receiver, for the doctors who performed the operation on my little daughter’s eyes for free, for the pride of the immensity of the country in which we live, because we were all our own - Russians, Ukrainians, Azerbaijanis, Armenians, Jews, Chukchi and another 150 different nations and nationalities, for an awesome feeling of equality between people - a thing that simply cannot be understood by those who did not live then.

And the most important thing is for the fact that we, as if not mowing down at times, built the best and most humane system in stories. If not for myself, then for our children. But not only for ours, by the way.

Now only either become a ghoul-bourgeois and suck the blood out of their workers - or the official parasite. This is the horizon of a dream that remains for us and the next generations.

Dirty, everything has become without you, dear Soviet communists, very dreadfully. And, most importantly, it will obviously be even trash. It is this period without you that showed that when everything “comes to life” the problems begin seriously - the authorities will run away. Like rats. Because they have where to run. That our country is generally not intended to live in it to the common man. Let it be modest. As with you.

That's all that I would like to tell you, comrades Soviet communists. Wherever you are, I hope you hear me.