Maxim Kantor. The dustpan (№ 273897)

My observations suggest the following: in the Russian man's irritation accumulated for a long time - and in the British rage erupts by itself. Russian ought to understand the truth of Tolstoy, to accept the logic of Lenin, to endure hunger and cold. A British silent, cocoa drinks, nothing but the newspaper "the Sun", never reads, and then - once, and the head of Charles Stuart chop off! Maybe that's what English property to spontaneously come rage and shred all life around and is a guarantee of the vaunted British freedoms? No wonder Stalin raised a toast to the long-suffering Russian people. Oh, he knew the tyrant, for what to drink!