Manifesto F...u, F..u!"
Click to viewRussia is a place where the rotten apple reconciles all people. Everyone is waiting for your Manifest to break it on the spot into ten quotations, telling conclusively that you're paranoid, comedian and servant of the regime in general. Russia will be touched with feeling. What feeling? Contry, seeing all this, would vomit. But if you want a slogan -
There you are!
There you are!
There you are!
Anyone who plays with a gambler behaves like a whore. Who wants to be cheated - you are welcome, I'm not sorry. Go ahead, play leader, fool other wretched. Today to say: "I am the politician" - equals admission: "I am an accomplice ." Hopelessly ironed landscape, "Well, sir!"reigns everywhere, and I don't care what these pompous nullities think about me. I will not be with the crowd, I'm tired to creep like a turtle, and I answer to simulation -
In the rhyme!
In the rhyme!
In the rhyme!
I am an enemy of the pogroms and the gunshots. The militants are too zealous. I believe we will build the foundation for alternatives soon. You are in your hellish perseverance, unchangeable and too old, you do everything as you should - but we will leave you alone. I am interested in the consensus with a highbrow no more. Who wants to be snobs - please contact Masha Gessen. Let them gain glory of talented profeeter, but - who's right leg marching?
In the rhyme!
In the rhyme!
In the rhyme!
There is no drive to talk seriously. To swear - and it breaks you down, and he castrates himself, who takes you seriously. You get a bonus to sink into oblivion still alive. Let others fight with you - you simply do not exist for us. In celebration feast - mongrel, boundless, as a franchise,- there is no past, no future, no top, no bottom, but the all-over straw-coloured flatland. Free - who will run away the first, moreover, without running away.
There you are!
There you are!
There you are!
And if anyone thinks that it's too late to laugh - our specific princedom is very serious indeed. And if you, my reader, are sick of my vulgar tone, because you love the patina of multi-ton seriousness, and if the dispute is abhorrent to you, mutton-head, - in a fit of justifiable pride kiss your rhyme.
Dmitri Bykov