Were not were. Alexander Kolosov

has been here for a long time.

      It’s called the ruling party

      People are just shit to him.

      ***

      There are girls in Russian villages,

      There are guys in big cities.

      Both of them are now only dreaming

      Make love in haystacks.

      Suicide Bank

      All who wish to commit suicide now have the right to open an account in a special bank, which guarantees the realization of their desire to die quickly and painlessly. At the same time, they sign an obligation that their bodies after death become the full property of the bank. The bank takes them apart and uses them for transplantation, making good money on it. Everywhere social advertising, such as “save the life of another and give your own”, or “your contribution is a contribution to someone else’s life”, finally, “bring life to the altar of the fatherland.”

      Death is no longer perceived as a necessary evil. Euthanasia is welcomed by society, and people perceive each other as a means to help each other. Transplantation is ubiquitous. People are divided into those who parasitize on others, striving to live as long as possible by changing organs, and those who sacrifice themselves, not wanting to live long, wanting to die young and beautiful. A new religion will arise – the transformation of Christianity into a new Stoicism. A new attitude towards a person will become clear – he will become the main value in society, because his organs give life to others, a kind of spiritual and bodily vampirism will triumph.

      What is life like in such a society? What goals and values do people profess? What do they live for? Suffering and pain in such a society are declared the main evil: crucifixion is forbidden, as a symbol of suffering. The main goal of man is proclaimed – the enjoyment of his existence and narcissism. It will truly be a world of universal prosperity, where the cult of free will is at the head, from sex to death. Hyperegoism and respect for someone else’s will will lead to the fact that children and parents distance themselves from each other from the first years of life.

      Headless

      Ivan lived. Not that he was a fool, but many considered him a jerk. He said that the Mother of God appears to him in a dream all the time. Well, it is and is. Who cares, tell me? Yes, but in what form! And she always appeared to him in a short red dress with a deep neckline right down to the navel, with loose hair and high-heeled leather boots. And everyone was invited to dance. And he kept refusing, until one day he took it, and agreed on his own head. And she swirled him in a dance. Has swirled. So, he completely lost his head from happiness. Clean. And in the morning he woke up, went to wash himself and sees in the mirror that he really doesn’t have a head. The body is there, but the head is gone. Died to hell. And how he sees himself now is completely incomprehensible. Some kind of devilry, God forgive me. He was scared, of course. Jumped out into the street and let’s scream. Say, save, help, lost his head! The people ran and surrounded. Everyone is surprised. They touch. They check. The police formed. She dispersed everyone with batons as participants in an unauthorized rally, and took him to the police station. As the organizer of the provocation. There he was tortured for a long time, where did he go. And then they let go. Investigator him, you see, compassionate caught. He explained that he did not have one head. And that without a head, they say, a nice person, you can easily live. So even better: no need to shave, wash, go to the hairdresser. And that all bosses, forces, authorities and thrones also have no heads at all. And nothing, thrive. And what he takes for their heads is all an illusion. Solid masks show. This is how he lives now. Ivan, our fool. Headless. As everybody.

      No problem

      In a society of victorious corruption, building and coordinating without money does not make sense. In a state that has completely rotted under the burden of cynicism, the main drivers of the economy are only bribes and personal enrichment of the participants in the economic process, and the ultimate goal is kidding your partner: in addition to economic benefits, this also gives the beneficiary moral satisfaction. Those. like they’re all bastards. And this excuses personal meanness. And here I am, imagine, I know one developer who decided to live honestly. Not because he has any moral qualities. Because the money is gone. For bribes. He loudly declared to everyone that he would live according to the law, and not according to concepts, like everyone else. And what? His building permit expired and he began to renew it. I submitted all the documents in one window: a simple formality, because the permit had already been issued once on the basis of all these documents, and was refused. With such wording that if he continues construction, then only under a different government. Now he thinks where to find the money. For a bribe. To like everyone else – to live without problems.

      Without dancing

      In the choreographic school, in the fifth year of study, a parent meeting is stormy. The teacher leading the meeting, blushing and embarrassed, announces to the parents that from this year they will expel future ballerinas according to a number of criteria for reasons beyond their control. Parents lively react to this, worrying about the future of their children. After all, each of them wants to see his daughter as a star of the corps de ballet. Especially in the Big. One stubborn mother loudly demands to explain by what criteria they will be expelled. After all, her daughter regularly goes to all classes and diligently studies. The teacher, burning with shame, announces publicly that if, for example, her daughter grows breasts of the fourth size, then they will be forced to expel her, because. You can’t dance with breasts like that. “Yes, if she grows breasts of this size, we will take them ourselves,” mother is surprised, “With such breasts, she herself will settle down. Without any dancing there.

      Without skulls and outrageous

      In his youth, my father was a very original and liked to shock others with his behavior and appearance. He wore a beard and mustache, dressed in some unimaginable rags, in his dorm room he painted all the walls, floor and ceiling black and always received guests by candlelight, holding a real human skull on the table for final chic. Neither stand nor take, but a kind of Prince of Denmark, playing a performance in front of ungrateful spectators called “melancholy dulce melody”, which, translated into a public language, means only “melancholy pierced my heart.” Among his guests was my future mother, a woman not only beautiful, but also practical, who appreciated the acting potential of her father and took patronage over him. First of all, she told him to shave, because the beard and mustache prevented her from kissing him. And then, step by step, she dressed him in a particular suit and forced him to wear a tie, returning ordinary people to society, for whom a chicken is needed to lay eggs, and not fight over the problem, which comes first – a chicken or an egg. When I was born, my father had no choice but to accept his fate, try on the role of a father and live the rest of his life, thanking his mother for giving him a son and saving him from false illusions to change this world. The world is already good enough to just live in it. Without skulls and outrageous.

      Immortality

      When we met, he was in a state of half-life: everything human in him had not yet completely burned out, and the remnants of his personality eked out a completely miserable existence in the company of words and alcohol, otherworldly plots appeared from him like scab gold, denouncing him in a shroud from the memories of his former lives, and he stole plots from all his interlocutors, real or imaginary, and smeared them like butter over a thick layer of loose syntax until he became famous. Now he, bronze, stands on the boulevard and pigeons shit on his head. Such is the price of immortality.

      Demons

      The most incredible things sometimes happen in the cemetery: after all, it is a meeting place for the living and the dead. Obliges. A crowd of village women went to remember their relatives on parental Saturday. They even hired a priest on such an occasion to serve a memorial service right in the open air among the