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Blyat', yest' li na svete strana khuzhe rossii? Konechno net! Rossiya - samyy zhopnyy ad, mirovoye govno i lagernaya parasha, postoyanno degradiruyushchiy ganrenoznyy loskut ot omolazhivayushchegosya tela mirovoy tsivilizatsii. Kogda vse idut vperod, rasha uporno tyanetsya nazad, k tsaryam, popam i derevenskomu sortiru-dyrke. Seychas ne togda, nas zhdat' nikto ne budet, poyezd v budushcheye odin, vso chelovechestvo global'no sobralo odni rel'sy i odin megaparovoz i uzhe pykhtit na nom vperod. Odna rashka v kazakakh i zayachey shapke nabekren' iskhodit na gavno, prygaya v valenkakh vokrug parovoza zazhimaya neft' dlya topki. Odna podachka ubogomu ivanu, i paravoz uyedet, ostaviv lapotnogo kirillicheskogo mudaka gryzt' rzhaveyushchiye steklyannyye busy i poklonyat'sya derevyannym bogam, poka tryasina kholodnykh bolot ne zatyanet byvshiy strannyy narodets, kotoryy prinyal muchenicheskuyu smert' v kholodnoy zhope, lish' by nikhuya ne rabotat' i katat'sya na dzhipe.
Fuck, is there any worse country in Russia than Russia? Of course not! Russia - the most asshole hell, a world shit and camp parachute, constantly degrading the ganrenous flap from the rejuvenating body of the world civilization. When all go ahead, the rasha stubbornly drags back to the kings, priests and the village sort-hole. Now not then, no one will wait for us, the train to the future alone, the whole of humanity has globally collected one rails and one megapower and already puffs on it ahead. One rascal in the Cossacks and the hare's cap frowns on the shit, jumping in the felt around the locomotive clamping oil for the furnace. One hand-giving to the poor Ivanu, and the parachute leaves, leaving a cute Cyrillic asshole to gnaw rusty glass beads and worship the wooden gods, until the quagmire of the cold swamps is tightened by a former strange folk who died martyr in a cold ass, just to fucking work and jeep.
Blyat', yest' li na svete strana khuzhe rossii? Konechno net! Rossiya - samyy zhopnyy ad, mirovoye govno i lagernaya parasha, postoyanno degradiruyushchiy ganrenoznyy loskut ot omolazhivayushchegosya tela mirovoy tsivilizatsii. Kogda vse idut vperod, rasha uporno tyanetsya nazad, k tsaryam, popam i derevenskomu sortiru-dyrke. Seychas ne togda, nas zhdat' nikto ne budet, poyezd v budushcheye odin, vso chelovechestvo global'no sobralo odni rel'sy i odin megaparovoz i uzhe pykhtit na nom vperod. Odna rashka v kazakakh i zayachey shapke nabekren' iskhodit na gavno, prygaya v valenkakh vokrug parovoza zazhimaya neft' dlya topki. Odna podachka ubogomu ivanu, i paravoz uyedet, ostaviv lapotnogo kirillicheskogo mudaka gryzt' rzhaveyushchiye steklyannyye busy i poklonyat'sya derevyannym bogam, poka tryasina kholodnykh bolot ne zatyanet byvshiy strannyy narodets, kotoryy prinyal muchenicheskuyu smert' v kholodnoy zhope, lish' by nikhuya ne rabotat' i katat'sya na dzhipe.
Fuck, is there any worse country in Russia than Russia? Of course not! Russia - the most asshole hell, a world shit and camp parachute, constantly degrading the ganrenous flap from the rejuvenating body of the world civilization. When all go ahead, the rasha stubbornly drags back to the kings, priests and the village sort-hole. Now not then, no one will wait for us, the train to the future alone, the whole of humanity has globally collected one rails and one megapower and already puffs on it ahead. One rascal in the Cossacks and the hare's cap frowns on the shit, jumping in the felt around the locomotive clamping oil for the furnace. One hand-giving to the poor Ivanu, and the parachute leaves, leaving a cute Cyrillic asshole to gnaw rusty glass beads and worship the wooden gods, until the quagmire of the cold swamps is tightened by a former strange folk who died martyr in a cold ass, just to fucking work and jeep.
