I regularly watch different talk shows on TV. Probably the old. Particularly entertaining are those where officials of all walks of life call on young people to choose a competitive specialty, enroll in a top university and find a highly paid job that would allow them to earn a decent pension in 40-50 years and live without longing. In theory, everything is fine. Looking back at my classmates, I realize that with the first education fucking who guessed.
I graduated from school in 1986, we were young, disturbed, dreamed of the beautiful and thought of the good: what was the engine in the country. Who knew that in five years, when we graduate from our universities, together with the engine in the country will come the star, cape and other joyful furry animals. Then there were two coup d’état, two Chechen crises, crises of all kinds, monetary and pension reforms, etc. and etc. I think that each during this time had 2-3 personal microcataclysms, and not micro. There was a terrible inflation. In 1996, my mother and I bought a sewing machine for two million three hundred thousand rubles. Cut, by the way, so far. What happens to her is that she is German. From the Soviet salaries of 120 rubles to millions went less than five years. Then there was denomination and default. Thirty years have passed like one day. It was not boring. And here I look at these officials who write down all the charms of life with a large pension accumulated and I want to ask them one single question: gentlemen, are you sure that the next 30 years in our cheerful and unpredictable country will be more peaceful than the previous ones?

by PS. The same officials tell us what benefits of life await us by 2024, and for some reason their entire flight of fantasy is limited to the presidential term. Whether we are waiting for universal grace (which is questionable) and there will be no need to think about anything at all, or whether these officials do not see themselves in this country after 2024.