Kremlin fled to the Crimea Bashny.Net

< Oleg Kozyrev


It must be admitted. Kremlin managed to escape to the Crimea.

Few of us, scratching his belly on the beach, did not communicate with friends in style:
 - It's too bad that the Crimea is not ours.
 - Yes, and do not say. And Alaska - why we gave Alaska.
 - Yeah. And Bellingshausen something proshustril to Antarctica.
 - Yes, penguins would be great to have in Russia, they are funny. And koalas would have.
 - Yeah. Yes, and our beaches, what is this beach? There, at least in America Hawaii there.
 - Yes, it would be cool, and if Russia had its Hawaii.

Such talk does not mean that we are there is something to fight for, or would like to bite, but just this eternal Russian "if-then". Of course we would like. And a colony on Mars. And the house would be more. And pensions would be higher. And to learn how to grow teeth. And the fish would be gold.

It is natural and normal for a man scratching his belly on the beach, think about something so good for yourself and why not, for his country.

And just so happened that almost drowned in falling ratings, almost squandered the entire economy, almost all already povyrubivshy pozastroivshy and the Red Forest, almost all of the country's coast is littered with almost all the reforms failed, schools and hospitals methodically finished off the ruler, which is already laughing the whole country, that this ruler suddenly crawls out of the quagmire, wags his tail in his mouth and carries Crimea.
That's exactly the same fragment of the dream of almost magical country (at least the male part).

My God, what is it, it Well, it turns out, was right "Our Russia", comes out. Tagil some rules! Here it is, our Krymushka, nosopaty, native, scallywag our rodnenky. Pod syudy Krymchura, where have you been all these years, get covered in sand, algae in the ears, torpedo mine in the navel. And my heart right this increased tricolor. Here it is, the story, right before our eyes is going on. Just like Peter, just like Rurik, just like Ermak - here it is - in front of us, we went boldly troops into the apartment to his brother, especially since we had the keys and brother unwittingly let us into the room to live with weapons by sea. And we won a glorious victory. Milyard Bendera put in one fell swoop. Here it is - Silushka Russian, here it is daring valiant.

And the country suddenly a new look in those evil eyes biting that we dragged Crimea. Well it does not regret, if not forgive, the Kremlin blohasto. And here it solemnly bear the chain by Zlata. Watchmen us, bites, guarded, whether in the main pack, the right of us. And he willingly climbed into the tower again, people busily chains wrapped and sent to scrub the fifth column of the golden shubohranilischa.

We stand opposition, confused. Around us solemnly run wipers Tajiks with Russian flags, shouting PA-SI-I! Climb to our balconies, flags cling to threaten the police, if not immediately become patriotic. And nothing can be done. Kremlin Kremlin sinking crawled to the Crimea, clung to him like a lifeline, and at least for some time firmly on its feet. This hardness does not bode well either Russia or the world. But too much time to himself, admittedly, conquered. Although it is unlikely that long.

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