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It is said that banks are insured in case people cannot or do not want to pay the loan. As far as I know, this insurance is that the debt is resold to the collection Agency, and then begins running around. Here is and trust then in security credit policy. And now Putin will step down as President, and as trample collectors, he felt the will to beat the muzzle debtors, in the truest sense of the word. Okay, I’m not without sin: took seven loans from different banks, and so far not returned. It’s been six years. And bouncers came and calls endlessly with various tricks and manipulations. But I have nothing to give! It is not my fault that I have been drawn into this bondage. Themselves called and imposed to take the credit. So I took it. You say: you’re the understood responsibility when he took. No! I didn’t understand any responsibility! What can be the responsibility in twenty-five years – I’m still too young. Now I would, of course, and did not think – even a thousand rubles to borrow. And then this is then. At one time, the great composer Wagner was hiding from creditors. But, if at all could kill. As a last resort, in a prison to plant. Bankers, apparently, at all do not see borders. They charge people in any way they can. Well, this is the principle of building the economic base of the Bank – to accumulate funds. The more capital a Bank has, the easier it lives. But money, in any Bank, exclusively popular. Much do bankers earn for their services? Although, they now ponapridumyvali insurance, cashback, savings accounts. All! Soon all the money in the world will be contro… what am I talking about? Already all the money in the world is safely controlled by banks. People have no money – they have only plastic cards. The state government yawns. So what? Yeah! Money should be controlled by the state. And with this money, it (the state) should take care of the welfare of the population. But who cares about that? When your pocket is full and well protected – what do I care about the rest. The rest of us will figure out how to get out. That’s the root of all evil. Money, selfishness and greed are the three issues on the agenda. And without the iron will of man can not do. In a social country, man is the highest state value. But we are still far from that. We will be confused for a long time in a swamp where justice is understood as – “you will not fuck – you will not live”. What about these… what are they?… enforcement authorities. Walking like that down the street, coming up to me three. Your papers, where you’re going, what you’re doing. And with such pressure, like I have them in debt. Brothers, a police officer, logically, must support me (us, sorry) sense of security. And here it turns out that you are afraid of police, criminals you are afraid, Bank inflated and their collectors too you are afraid. Where to get out of this prison?! On the other hand, I always say: people, if you at least on Sundays will think about well-being within the state, the time will come, and your expectations will be justified. However, those who have money at once bring down to Canada, Sweden, Bali. Fuck them to compete with local authorities, when and there can be safely settle. And to earn they come to us – to Russia. People here are a lot more naive. It’s easy to collect money here. And when they are told, they say, betrayal to go to another country, and with their money to do – they are already prepared – they say, no one went anywhere. Well… sort of, yeah, you’re still kind of here. How to make life in the country equally prosperous for everyone? This issue deserves special attention. The solution to this issue depends entirely on the population and half of the government. But most of all/same from the public. After all, look, one hundred and forty-six million in Russia there. If each of this crowd starts to think in the right direction, the government system will begin to fail, and in the end, will be forced to submit. It’s about her – the system. The state government apparatus should work in favor of the person, and not Vice versa, as we are now happening. Sooner or later, all this, of course, will collapse. Will come again some/any “nerd”, look at the ruins and say: “Here a city will lay, which has never seen in the whole world!“Seen. Open the history book and read. What only our people did not see. Well, why, why, having so much money from taxpayers, from the sale of oil abroad, we are completely unable to establish a normal prosperous life inside the country?! And because our population is slaves of the post-Soviet era. They don’t need everything to be good – they don’t know what they need. They wander in the darkness of ignorance, closing their eyes to what is happening around. Basically, I’m afraid “master” angry. Our Golden youth, which gathers millions of audiences in their videos/blogs, is a perfect example of how civil society should be organized. They are well aware that to be happy – you have to be in demand to be in demand – you have to work to work – you do not drink, do not smoke, do not go to the saunas. Our Golden youth will change this world for the better, unless, of course, they produce new problems, which also… although, it is better to have new problems. The old ones are giving me a headache. Again the sadness creeps a fog. Again a lump of doubt. You’re trying to get warm under the covers again. What to do… Sadness is a harbinger of joy, so nothing terrible happens. Banal dynamics of sensations. Tomorrow I will run again with burning eyes and glowing face. I’ve never understood people who are hysterical about sadness. I want to ask: how will you experience joy then? If there is nothing to compare. The most difficult sadness is from love. It has elements of pain. At the very beginning of love in General brings me so much pain that at times seems unbearable. While these networks will unravel, the mind will move. But you will move so much that you will not regret anything. Where is she now?! Promised to come. Waiting and waiting and nothing. How’s rhymed poets of the eighteenth century: “From the women swearing, drunk and fight. From the women around me… that/there… but it only put the cancer, but only at the end cross over and will be forgotten, all will be forgiven”. A mist of sadness. Who said that sadness is endless? No, no, tomorrow will be fine. Tomorrow will be a new day, a new road. There won’t be a trace of it tomorrow. I always Wake up, for some reason, among the General bustle. Immediately coffee, cigarettes, news. Suddenly, pause what/there, amidst the General noise. We sat and sat and thought. And again the motor starts, the computer turned on, spread a sandwich, things out of the closet dumped. As soon as I sit down to write – everything becomes unimportant. Only have time to run to the kitchen to warm tea. Always on the bottom put that time. I have a volume planned. When I can’t do it, I feel bad. Like swallowing a bitter pill. I used to have a Spaniel dog. Called her Sofa. The apartment did not have dogs. It’s troublesome. You have to walk three times a day or you’ll be scraping shit off the rug. And wool. Had to give in good hands. Buy it, maybe when/house, right got five dogs. Let them run around the yard, snorting, barking, bothering. Dogs, all/???, brighten up life. Now fashion really went to the dogs. I look that neither morning, creep out the owners with their Pets: huskies, pugs, Terriers. Fastidious owners contain hairless dogs, cats. My roommate there was a cat – she’s like rubber. But the claw… It’s better to have a fish, or a parrot. Teaching fish to talk, but the parrot to keep quiet. But with fish hassle a lot: clean the aquarium, change the water, feed on schedule. Where/means that the love of an animal is the sublimation of love to man. That you can’t have cattle until you learn with people. Neither dependency is formed – solitude. We have an old lady in the yard with the dogs tinkering. Talk to them. Swears. Explains something to them. And they run around her, their tails chattering. Lonely, stupid old lady. And one is, like with people, but the Orthodoxy is a fan scary. As will begin to twist in the ear about God, about prayer. I time steward vytsyganili, but rather thanks to the divine Comedy gave it to me. I say it was written by a fourteenth-century Roman theologian. However, it is the first line I read and it became bad: “Crossing the border of Mature years, I’m in the dark forest I wandered and got lost, and realized that there is no turning back; where can I get the words that would dare, I this forest of sullen to describe where the mind fades and only the horror goes on”. She somehow sent volunteers from the Protestant Church to my house to blow my brains out. But I didn’t talk to them for long. At some point they stopped arguing and just listened. Amazed. I never saw them again. Pretty tough guys. Ponahvatalsya of the Psalms of all sorts of phrases, and do not understand their meaning. They think it’ll work that way. Uh, no… until you live your own experience, fuck you for taking it seriously. Except fanatics, of course. This just to pick where/else – if only course to take. Where did the saying go: “for any movers, except hunger strike”? Fanatics, most likely,
