Sergei Minayev. New duhless the 21st century. Selfie (№ 210419)

People for decades live in the "summer dump", and while the summer has not come, spend a hundred and twenty days abroad or lay low inner emigration, opening on this day "the shop of farm products", "metroline", "the institutes of physical planning", "bike paths" and other intellectual trinkets that maintain a collective game in Copenhagen within the Bottom. I mean, I wanted to say within the Garden ring.
In this way, the huge, archaic Russia. Looks cloudy, red sleepy eyes on the next generation "the best people", then gets up, shoes-dresses and goes to the plant. Russia, which first ripped to pieces by some drunken men in the Bialowieza forest, which then said that all of her troubles because she's too "paternalistic" and "sleepy," and she suffered meager remnants of your savings to profitable investments in MMM. Russia, which is in the queue at the temple, where the belt of the virgin, by the way said that she stood up.
And here it is, all so sleepy, between the temple and the subway station, and discusses the problems of housing, and then some vampires over the ear hoarsely whine that "further so to live". And these vampires don't just not have problems with housing, and don't even know what the acronym stands for. Russia, realizing this, turns away and quietly, through clenched teeth, hissed: "Here is a bitch!".
Because she knows that more can live. She lives with the knowledge that the worst may be naturally the day after tomorrow. And if she says that to delay the "day after tomorrow", you should immediately deal with internal enemies, it is the same sleepy comfort from the queue, roll up the "best people" in cycle lanes or chopped down on the meatballs.
And so they live, these two substances. Some in anxious anticipation of that "day after tomorrow", others in anxious anticipation of the summer. And these events do not occur and do not occur, and discussions are ongoing.