It feels less like the largest city in Europe and one of the most modern cities in the world, and more like a Soviet collective farm called “Red Bast Shoe.”
Or rather, a former collective farm called “Red Bast Shoe” that, after the shift to the “era of spirituality,” has been turned into an urban-type settlement (a Soviet/Russian administrative category) called “All Saints Little Bast Shoe.”
We cancel music festivals, then spend hundreds of millions of rubles on this nauseating garbage.
A disgrace. It’s like an endless competition called “How to spend more money in order to make residents feel ashamed.”
P.S. By “nauseating garbage,” I mean the jam festival, not jam itself. Jam is delicious—I like it too.
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