Disein Of The Garden With His Hands
There's no place where our man is so clean, quiet and mired, like the crossing of the European border. That's what I saw again, driving in the car to Finland.
Long before the border, people are getting clean. Women dig their eyebrows, paint their nails, change their shirts to the puchovik, and the Europeans don't have the mechanics. Men are scrubbing the car. Border choices, Kingisapp or Pechores fall asleep with car wash. Drivers become polite. Such a procedure, as on roads in border European zones, is likely to be no longer in Russia.
Our people, despite aggressive patriotism, are very afraid to get back to Europe. Even the hottest bug selling cheap gasoline in Poland keeps quiet on the border because he knows people live better there. And he lives worse, his manners, his appearance is worse, so he's always afraid that he'll ever be asked for the worst. Or they're just not going to Europe.
At home, he reaches new standards to be no worse. In our Leningrad village, after we travelled for raw materials to Pribaltic, the neighbors take out the gardens, strengthen fences, fix roofs.
Perhaps that is why the most sensitive Russian regions are at the border. Where people often go to Europe.
The north of Leningrad province against its south is almost like sky and earth: clean, good, calm. On the poor, screaming the broken Pest, people are dressed in secret, nobody's trashing. In the Kaliningrad, which is completely destroyed by war and Soviet architecture, there is a blatant breakdown of the asphalt under its legs, but there is no paper on it. And even the homeless look hideous.
Europe is particularly close in Petersburg. Until recently, almost 2 million Pereburians, about half of the working population, travelled to Finland every year.
While the money from the Pereburns is running out, the border is now almost empty, for most of the towns, Finland remains a big shop with good products and good Fairy. The people of our city still think that the Finns are so happy to call them in the greeds, screaming on our home-grown tour. And Zapanibata is called the neighbouring country Finca.
But I won't be surprised if there's a secret program in Finland to bring Rossian into a human species. Who wants to live next to a neighbor who doesn't care about his own house? No one.
