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"May I tell you a horror story?
Since everyone started talking about the restrictions on food, I haven't been to the grocery store yet. I was somehow afraid to go there, because of all the talked-about deficit and high prices. I better don't eat I thought and I better don't go to the grocery store.
But today I had to go to the store after all, and it was Dixie on Pokrovka Boulevard ( sorry not "Globus Gourmet" for those of you who are waiting for more exciting plot.)
I had to buy milk, because there are two things I can't live without - it's the morning hot shower and coffee with milk. The rest is basically insignificant.
And since the government of Moscow deprived me of hot showers lately, I had to buy milk to keep on going.
And there, in that store, I saw peaches. 60 rubles per kilo. That was really intimidating, because I already faithfully believed, reading Facebook and all, that peaches are nowhere to be to found, and Greek peaches in particular.
I was so intimidated, that I bought a kilo of peaches.
Then I bought sweet peppers, meat, fish, milk, the prohibited Lithuanian yogurt and for some strange reason five cans of baby food on top of that. Just because it was all cheap and it was all staring at me from the shelves in obnoxious and threatening manner.
Under normal circumstances I don't eat as much as I've grabbed today.
My companion solemnly reminded me that I came here to buy milk.
Then we went to Georgian restaurant, ate there till we dropped and asked to pack the leftovers on top of that.
That's what fear does to people and that's how people get fat because of shortages. I'm afraid I'll be eating all the time now."
"May I tell you a horror story?
Since everyone started talking about the restrictions on food, I haven't been to the grocery store yet. I was somehow afraid to go there, because of all the talked-about deficit and high prices. I better don't eat I thought and I better don't go to the grocery store.
But today I had to go to the store after all, and it was Dixie on Pokrovka Boulevard ( sorry not "Globus Gourmet" for those of you who are waiting for more exciting plot.)
I had to buy milk, because there are two things I can't live without - it's the morning hot shower and coffee with milk. The rest is basically insignificant.
And since the government of Moscow deprived me of hot showers lately, I had to buy milk to keep on going.
And there, in that store, I saw peaches. 60 rubles per kilo. That was really intimidating, because I already faithfully believed, reading Facebook and all, that peaches are nowhere to be to found, and Greek peaches in particular.
I was so intimidated, that I bought a kilo of peaches.
Then I bought sweet peppers, meat, fish, milk, the prohibited Lithuanian yogurt and for some strange reason five cans of baby food on top of that. Just because it was all cheap and it was all staring at me from the shelves in obnoxious and threatening manner.
Under normal circumstances I don't eat as much as I've grabbed today.
My companion solemnly reminded me that I came here to buy milk.
Then we went to Georgian restaurant, ate there till we dropped and asked to pack the leftovers on top of that.
That's what fear does to people and that's how people get fat because of shortages. I'm afraid I'll be eating all the time now."
True story.
And? What's your point? Pound your breast and shout: 'Rassija, Rassija, no pasaran!'?
#JumpTheFence
"May I tell you a horror story?
Since everyone started talking about the restrictions on food, I haven't been to the grocery store yet. I was somehow afraid to go there, because of all the talked-about deficit and high prices. I better don't eat I thought and I better don't go to the grocery store.
But today I had to go to the store after all, and it was Dixie on Pokrovka Boulevard ( sorry not "Globus Gourmet" for those of you who are waiting for more exciting plot.)
I had to buy milk, because there are two things I can't live without - it's the morning hot shower and coffee with milk. The rest is basically insignificant.
And since the government of Moscow deprived me of hot showers lately, I had to buy milk to keep on going.
And there, in that store, I saw peaches. 60 rubles per kilo. That was really intimidating, because I already faithfully believed, reading Facebook and all, that peaches are nowhere to be to found, and Greek peaches in particular.
I was so intimidated, that I bought a kilo of peaches.
Then I bought sweet peppers, meat, fish, milk, the prohibited Lithuanian yogurt and for some strange reason five cans of baby food on top of that. Just because it was all cheap and it was all staring at me from the shelves in obnoxious and threatening manner.
Under normal circumstances I don't eat as much as I've grabbed today.
My companion solemnly reminded me that I came here to buy milk.
Then we went to Georgian restaurant, ate there till we dropped and asked to pack the leftovers on top of that.
That's what fear does to people and that's how people get fat because of shortages. I'm afraid I'll be eating all the time now."
And? What's your point? Pound your breast and shout: 'Rassija, Rassija, no pasaran!'?
#JumpTheFence
Provokatsi! Rjeferjendum! Saboutjearski!
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Originally Posted by erasure
The point is - Rossiya is an interesting, unpredictable, artistic and inspiring, all-bight controversial country.
Estonia is not. It's just blah.
No, it isn't. It's crap. Horse manure. The bulge of Asia. The arch-enemy. A hellhole. The school bully that don't bring anything but misery to everything that encounters him. The thing that turns everything to sh*t. The thing that never should be. Besti!
The whole moloch is something like from a H.P. Lovecraft horror story.
"Yeah, true that. On another hand... do you mean that you still have an internet? I've read on my Ukrainian friends FB page that it's over now. That internet is prohibited in Russian Federation. As cheese. As vine. As mass protests. As expletives, as everything. Everything is forbidden according to Putin's plan, that we used to laugh at inside that very internet."
No, it isn't. It's crap. Horse manure. The bulge of Asia. The arch-enemy. A hellhole. The school bully that don't bring anything but misery to everything that encounters him. The thing that turns everything to sh*t. The thing that never should be. Besti!
The whole moloch is something like from a H.P. Lovecraft horror story.
Horror stories are good.
Ask Americans - they have the whole profitable industry based on horrors.
( I think it's time for you to learn Russian, since you are so obviously emotionally involved in a subject.)
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