Would I be proud of the country? Maybe I would, and why not?
I would like to come to Berlin - and there all the Germans on our "Jigul" and "Volga". On "Izhakh" and "Uazik" they are riding on their broken roads. And "Moskvich" AZLK - they still have a cult car, available only to selected. The bandits on it are authoritative and politicians of the upper edge only travel.
They do not have their own car at all. Well, that is, nominally like there is, of course, but buy the local shit except that the endless losers.
Even the Germans laugh at their cars. Thus they say of them, give the same shayze veer.
Ask the German, why are you doing this? And he will begin, with an acid mine, the story of how after the war they are still being restored, how they were divided into two parts by a wall, how Honecker ruined everything, and Helmut drunk everything.
I would like to go to an electronics supermarket somewhere on the outskirts of Tokyo, and there are all the "Rubins", "Rekords", "Vityazi", "Roughs" and "Horizons". The Japanese do not know how to do television. Sometimes they will do, of course, but such an ugliness does - chickens to laugh. They wonder which factory to build for the production of televisions, or, say, washing machines - and they don't get anything. Everything is robbed, robbed, and what is not robbed is broken, twisted and drunk. You'll ask why you drink and steal - and they, already narrow eyes, get stuck, and well about Hiroshima of Nagasaki tear stories to tell. If we have experienced this, where do normal TVs do it now? Think of yourself! We have such a flow, such a flow.
It is not for them to create electronics. There is no talent in people, not given.
I would like the whole world to grieve in anticipation of the release of our new smartphone. In order for an agitation to be, rumors to go - and how much will cost, and what design, and by what?
What would be the turn after him, pressures, fights. Whatever people would borrow, in debt, but they would still buy.
I would like to come to the United States, and there I had some rhetoric, knowing where I was from, would start to boast how his grandfather La Manche heroically forced, and that Armstrong was the first man on the moon. And I would have him so calmly, polite — and nothing, respected American, that the jeans, and the phone, and the car, and other hamburgers you eat our, and you have nothing but Armstrong — there is nothing. And Armstrong is also not the fact that he was on the moon. Many have doubts about the authenticity of the film.
And he will then all swell, as his feet sink and assure about the rockets that were still made under Reagan, about how many minutes they reach and in what ashes they burn everything. And again about grandfather and Armstrong, and the fact that no one loves him, although he is good, all in grandfather. Or in Armstrong.
I would like that in Paris the columns “Shiper”, “Sasha” and “Trojna” would be terribly appreciated. And all the ill-smelling "Kenzō" and "Chaneli" there would only be sold in the offices of the "Post of France" and in the kiosks of the "Parisprint" for funny pennies and exclusively as a drink for the descended alkashi.
I would like Milan women to come to Samara for new collections of dresses and bags. What if they were then taken to their poor Italy and sold to compatriots there with a 700% currency.
I would like every fool who writes about us to understand that the internet, and Google, and the live magazine and Facebook, and the computer and the tablet – we invented and did everything. He will never come up with anything except his writing. And that at least a hundred times a day he is proud of his Armstrong, and there is no point in that.
I would like to, guys.