by JJ
As the classics said, “You are not afraid of this, you are afraid of that!”

Somewhere in the corner of our political kitchen, the autoclave, in which the successor of the current regime - the new political system of Russia - grows not by day, but by hour. Russia, which has lost the tradition of the working-class movement, which has lost the purpose of the scientific organization of society, which has transformed itself into people and their power, which is struck by the most dormant superstitions and, after all, is poisoned to the root by a bizarre mixture of communal peasant morality, urban merchantship and various thieves’ concepts, replacing (suddenly!) A code of honor.

As soon as the coryto [state budget] is empty, the inhabitants will help the new system out of the autoclave.

That will be scary.

And what color will be the patch over the head of this cadastre - it doesn't matter.