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Where is Russia going? It's time to start cut. The country has been living out of time for twenty years.

We look into the future through the days of the past prism, glancing askance at the ghost of communism.

They believed in utopia, was not lucky at that time. SSR was destroyed, oil and gas remained.

Anyone who did not pass the moment has now healed richer. Who does not fit into the market here means nothing.

Homo Soveticus was in a whirlpool of events, yesterday an ideological communist, today a consumer.

The Soviet regime fucked the country under the tail and mane. Now the capitalism fucks, in its own beautiful way.

The ideology of the country in a gas pipeline crane, here in the dispute the main argument is, of course, Money.

The people-spores and bread, do they need a lot? In short, two troubles in the country that were under Gogol.

The coating is cocky. Columns and pits. Torn asphalt is a gouging. And a jeep for a couple of lyamas.

The hero of our time, on the bumps, drove poorly there. In Russia, he won absurd, the country shakes with laughter.

Formally democracy, that's how you wanted. It is on paper, but it is not in practice.

Trust is undermined by the cops and justice. Current-mother and indeed as snow nigeria.

Hiding behind a fence of the dachas, our elite lives, it is frightened by the dark life of Russia unknown.

The presenter in the news mutters everything about the gross product, and I don’t even know where, but I feel Naebalovo.

Boys and girls, as well as their parents, take the state in the mouth of the state for an hour?

Here the president with the prime minister the guys are very dexterous. Not soaring, they changed, and blasphemy, castling.

Officially, everything with a beam, quite according to the Constitution, in short, the main thing to want, but there are methods.

146 percent, only minor details. Having won one way or another they would have fucked up.

And all this is normal in the minds of the people, it will allow itself to fuck as they like.

That's how Russia lives, this is how the people live, goes where they show, who will spit.

The hand of a big brother drives them into the stall, and they need it, because they have a cunter in the stall.

The people will talk about the intrigues of evil Yankees.

Those people who store loot in American banks

Someone was washed by the brain, to someone opposition,

And no one is in a hurry to think with your own head.

Hung on the ears of noodles, the eyes of people are blurred,

In short, everything is done to turn off the gyrus.

Such days, such a alignment, fucking nonsense,

All this looks funny, but just not laughing for us.