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So ladies and gentlemen, Ladis and Gentleman. The classic sphere of my today's activity destruction, well, you understood. After all, so that the hero does not get lost in applause and their own positive qualities, he should be signed in contrast in contrast, right? ... Thank you, my dear. In this sense, I am a shadow today, the reverse side of any nobility, any perfection, positive, hill and heroism, tram-taram, and if the hero is the creator, then I am totally destructive if the hero is responsible for the generation of high meanings, then I am for their degeneration, Do you understand? And as the necessary counterweight, I always circle, I will activate the centrifugal tendencies of the universe, again and again heading a cunning conspiracy against the center, and thus forcing the hero to maintain its so-called extraordinary abilities, talent and endurance in working condition, understand? In order to occupy the so-called central position again, again and again saving the already hanging, as you can see the world. So the ladies and the Lord, Ladis and Gentleman, at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, the conviction that culture was created to sow a reasonable, kind, eternal has undergone, as you know, crushing fiasco. And one of the consequences of this process was the so-called rehabilitation in the rights of me today, although I like to call this amnesty process more. And these are the minds as Marquez, George Amada, Onetti, Saimak, Graz, Remezov, Abram Terz, the broom of Erofeev, Bulgakov, Strugatsky and many others already remove with me handcuffs, as you see, and under different names are already withdrawn on the pages of their books Me, the owner of all the above described, unbearably impossible qualities, a peculiar boy for whipping, a saving mediator between vulgar natural, anally fiscally carnival crossbar, a destroyer and, so-called cultural, high divinely heroic contenders defender. That is why this in all plots about the hero necessarily arises, this is insignificantly malicious odiousness, which, with Dionysian disbelief, immorality and cynosis, opposes itself to the health, influence and perfection of a cultural standard. I am todaying of course despise what you are people calling the world. Oh how terrible it sounds, right? Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu! I want the eternal war. Fights and bloodshed. And moreover, I do today all so that the harmony in the world of your low-albeit and such life is never a human form. And now listen to me carefully, my dear people, and I will look at how your jaws are glasses on the studies and knees from the dynamics of today's rusty. There are things more terrible than war, you know me? This is the degradation of the people. It, with the help of media, one hundred percent self-esteem. The widespread drug addiction, the transformation of the territory into the country of thieves, whores and alcoholics, tied by hand and legs with widespread rollers and bribes. And now tell me, tell everyone individually, what is terrible: war or national nonentity, war or final degradation of the People's Spirit? Silent? Perfectly. So the car earned again. And here he is me. Again, I go into the center of your chickentechik, clogged by the quachous spectacles, to the territory where the self-sacrifice and scientific and scientific, where the miracle is called everything: from yoghurt to toilet paper, and when this people turn off to the end of the entire falsification of natural resources and enjoys all these Fake toys, inside which one is only a pshik, that's on the head of burning senses, we will sit with you for a long silence about the fact that everything is terrible war and civil bloodshed ... and looking at your empty honey and feathers, I, forgive me I, because otherwise I just do not know how to seek how Quokcha, and immediately I will hull a new bunch of feces, from fear for everything that has just been said. You, without holding away from the laughter, tear off the barbell and pull down, and offer me a gaswater onion so that I, as it was already hundreds of times, again wrote into the sky as a rocket, and this grand firework, be sure, will happen again, and you , my dear, do you want a bulk? Bad, we have a lot of them, as you say, enough for everyone! And the show time, my dear, show time ....