I finally wrote a comment on Putin’s press conference. It turned into some kind of hellish feuilleton. I surprised myself. A stream of consciousness. **The year’s main society event has successfully come to an end. Where once the sovereign emperor invited everyone to a ball, now the gala press conference has taken its place with great success. The media chatter is exactly the same: a record number of invited guests—1,232 people; pickled langoustines with celery will be served for dinner; in so many minutes, so many questions will be answered; 30,000 of the latest stearin candles will be burned; every camera operator will get stepped on up to seven times. But will Count N get drunk again this time? And will the correspondent from the newspaper "6 Sotok" ("6 Acres," a gardening paper) ask a question again? **Read more Vladimir Golyshev! Don’t hate me. I remember that I promised to write something for "Nazlobu"! I will write it!
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