Yuz Aleshkovsky. Carousel (№ 315328)

I am now beginning to understand, dear, why all my life I have lived and live with great curiosity, and sometimes with passion: I am interested in what will happen next? We have restored on his neck, severing means from its own people, China. Now don't know how to get rid of it. To inject billions to Indonesia and fucked her. Climbed Africa, in Asia, enmeshed in the Castro beard, hurled water wherever it is turbid, keep on bayonets and under the tracks of tanks half of Europe. We shout at every turn: "hail bright future!" when every day becomes darker and darker. In our fucking city, and thousands more disgusting cities, has long been no meat, no sausage, no butter in sight, not to that bright future. So what happens next?