We have nets and nonsense

Will not spoil our mass

Evil intrigues of enemies!

These are their skinny devils

Bermut water in a pond

Churchill invented it all

In the eighteenth year!

We are about explosions, about fires

We wrote a TASS note.

Here the orderlies rushed

They fixed us.

Those who were especially striking,.

Bolted to the backs of the beds -

The paranoid was beating in the foam

Like a witcher at a sabbath: "Untie the towels,

Gentiles, fanatics!

We have a bermut in our hearts

And bermut in my soul. "

Forty souls howl in shifts -

White hot, -

How much worried

Triangular cases!

Everyone is almost crazy -

Even who was mad, -

And then the head physician Margulis

TV banned.

Here it is, a snake looming in the window

The plug hides behind the back,

Gave a sign to someone - it means

The paramedic will rip out the wires.

We just have to inject

And fall to the bottom of the well

And abyss at the bottom of the well

As in Bermuda, forever.

Well, tomorrow the children will ask

Visiting us in the morning:

"Dads, what did these

Doctor candidates? "

We will open to our children

Truth - they care:

"Amazing near -

But it is forbidden! "

There is a dentist-homeworker Rudik

He has a "grudig" receiver,

He twists it at night

Catches, contra, Germany.

He was a shmut merchant there

And moved by reason,

Came to us in a creepy excitement

With a number on his leg.

He came running, extremely excited, -

The message shocked us,

It's like our scientific liner

Mired in a triangle: Died, spent fuel,

All fell apart

Our two crazy brothers

Picked up by fishermen.

Those who survived the cataclysm

Are in pessimism

Them yesterday in a glass prism

They brought to our hospital

And one of them, a mechanic,

He told me, running away from the nannies,

What a Bermuda polyhedron

The unclosed navel of the Earth.

"What was there? How did you escape?"

Everyone climbed and pestered,

But the mechanic was only shaking

And the plane trees were shooting.

He cried, then laughed,

It bristled like a hedgehog

He mocked us,

Crazy - what can you take!

A former alcoholic took off

Swearing and seditious:

"We must drink the triangle!

For three of him! Give me! "

Dispersed - and pours:

"The triangle will be drunk!

Be it a parallelepiped

If he was a circle, you are a louse! "

In vain we don't jam America,

We don't push Israel in vain:

With all its hostile essence

Undermine and harm

They feed us, give us bermouth water

About the mysterious square!

Lecturer from the program!

Those who somehow

They talk about failure

And the people are nervous! Take us, the doomed, - the Triangle of you, scientists, Will turn into insane,

Well, and us - on the contrary.

Let it be a crazy idea

Don't rashly decide.

Answer us soon

Through the dock of the head physician!

Best regards. Date. Signature. Answer us - otherwise,

If you don’t respond,

We will write. in "Sportloto"!

The song is long, but shortening is not possible. All the verses are related to each other and in their content - just a treasure. So, as stated above, it comes about the team of "Sergieva Rada": "Forty souls howling in shifts - they are white-hot, - how much triangular affairs are disturbing!" They are about their work. Nobody thinks about rest, entertainment, all thoughts about you and me. And seeing from above, as we half-drunk wander in complete darkness and blindness, in their own way rebel against the existing rules, laws, prohibitions. And we see that our scientists by 99% do not correspond to the brains and the direction where they should work. Don't pull. and never pull. "Blunders and troublemakers" - that's all true, besides, they are also careerists, greedy for money and power.

It can be seen from the song: everyone is worried about "the impotence of science in front of the secret of Bermuda." Let's figure it out - what do they want to focus our attention on, what to reach out to? Again all the same "Permuts-Bermuts" - I exchange, change, replace, etc. And what a fear that it will not be revealed and declassified. A dangerous situation when "all brains are smashed to pieces." Much worse.

"It is their skinny devils who are bermudding the water in the pond, Churchill invented it all in 1918!" - reproach and accusation towards the throne of Satan. Under "Churchill" - he also appears. Yes, in the eighteenth year it first occurred to Satan to use forbidden maneuvers to substitute politicians... Paradise turned out to be in a losing position, because in its essence of morality, it could not respond in kind. This, of course, does not mean that he did not replace souls, on the contrary, there were many of them, but only among his own And in his camp. The reader already knows that Vanga from Bulgaria admitted to the substitution according to the "Yu" model. "We did not make a scandal - we lacked a leader: there are few real violent ones - there are no leaders" - it turns out that everything has reached its climax, it remains only to raise the fuse. And he was found: "The former alcoholic, swearing man and seditious man soared:" We must drink the triangle! For three of him! Give it! "Who do you think it is? Of course, Robin Hood is a guly chieftain from the Don Cossacks." The triangle will be drunk! "- this is the resume that was adopted at the last supper of the" Sergiev Rada ".

Expensive transmission! On Saturday I almost cry
The entire Kanatchikova Dacha was eager to see the TV.
Instead of eating, washing, injecting and forgetting,
The whole mad hospital has gathered at the screen.

He spoke, wringing his hands, babble and troublemaker
About the impotence of science before the secret of Bermuda.
I smashed all the brains into pieces, braided all the convolutions,
And the Kanatchikov authorities are giving us a second injection.

Dear Editor! Maybe it's better about the reactor,
About your favorite lunar tractor? After all, you can't, for a year in a row
They scare with plates, they say, vile, fly,
Now your dogs bark, then the ruins talk.

We've gotten used to something - we beat our plates all year round,
We have already eaten the dog on them, if the cook is not lying to us.
And piles of medicines - we are in the toilet, who is not a fool,
This is life! And suddenly Bermuda. Those times, you can't do that!

We did not make a scandal - we lacked a leader.
There are few real violent - that is, there are no leaders.
But for the intrigues and nonsense of the network, we also have nonsense,
And the evil intrigues of enemies will not spoil our mass!

It's their skinny devils who muddy the water in the pond,
Churchill invented all this in the eighteenth year.
We wrote a TASS note about explosions, about fires,
Then the orderlies rushed in and fixed us.

Those who were especially firing pin were bolted to the backs of the beds,
The paranoid fought in the foam, like a witcher at a sabbath:
"Untie the towels, believers, fanatics,
We are bermut in our hearts and bermut in our souls! "

Forty souls howl in shifts, white-hot.
That's how much triangular affairs are disturbing!
Everybody was almost crazy, even who was crazy
And then the head physician Margulis banned the TV.

There he is, a snake, looming in the window, hiding a plug behind his back.
Gave a sign to someone, so the paramedic, pull out the wires.
And we just have to prick and fall to the bottom of the well,
And there is an abyss at the bottom of the well, as in Bermuda, forever.

Well, tomorrow the children will ask, visiting us in the morning:
"Dads, what did these doctor candidates say?"
We will answer our children the truth, they care:
Amazing nearby, but forbidden!

And there is a dentist-homeworker Rudik, he has a Grundig receiver,
He twists it at night, catches, contra, Germany.
There he was a merchant in shmutka and moved by reason,
And he came to us in a terrible excitement,
With an upset stomach and a number on his leg.

He came running, extremely agitated, and shook us with the message,
As if our scientific liner in a triangle is mired.
Died, spent fuel, all fell to pieces,
But two of our crazy brothers were picked up by fishermen.

Those who survived the cataclysm are pessimistic.
They were brought to our hospital yesterday in a glass prism.
And one of them, a mechanic, told, escaping from the nannies,
That the Bermuda polyhedron is the unclosed navel of the Earth.

“What was there, how did you escape?” - Everyone climbed and pestered.
But the mechanic only shook and the plane trees fired.
He cried, then laughed, then bristled like a hedgehog.
He mocked us. Well crazy, what will you take!

A former alcoholic, swearing and seditious person took off,
Says: "We must drink the triangle. For three, give it!"
Dispersed, and sprinkles: "The triangle will be drunk.
Whether it is a parallelepiped, whether it is a circle, you are a louse! "

Let it be a crazy idea, do not rush into it!
Answer us sooner through the doc-chief physician.
Best regards. Date, signature ... Answer us, otherwise,
If you don’t respond, we will write to "Sportloto".


The history of the song creation: I would like to tell the world about the history of the emergence of one of the most, according to the author, popular songs by V.S.Vysotsky. It is necessary to make a reservation right away that neither the mass of researchers of his talent, nor his friends and relatives, will find information about where, when and what was the impetus for the creation of this song.
This song has several names, here: and “ Bermuda Triangle", And" Kanatchikova dacha ", but the most frequently repeated and correct one is" A letter to the editor of the TV show "Obvious - incredible" from a madhouse. "
Once, during the announcement of the song, Vladimir Semyonovich then corrected himself: “The insane asylum ... is called“ Kanatchikova dacha ”.
From 1922 to 1994, the Moscow Psychiatric Clinical Hospital No. 1 bore the name of P.P. Kashchenko - in honor of the chief physician who worked in the hospital for four years(in the first decade of the last century); among the people she was simply called "Kashchenko" or "Kanatchikova dacha", after the name of the merchant Kanatchikov, from whom the land plot for the construction of a much needed clinic for the capital.
Too much personal in Vysotsky came together in a wedge precisely at this institution, so God himself ordered that the shortened title of the song walked around the Union and beyond.
Thanks to the numerous stories of patients about the mental hospital, the word "Kashchenko" has become a household name, meaning an insane asylum, in everyday life - a mental hospital.
In all likelihood, the events described in the novel by MA Bulgakov “The Master and Margarita”, as the clinic of Professor Stravinsky, where Master and Ivan Bezdomny were assigned for treatment, take place exactly in “Kaschenka”, which was heard by the Moscow inhabitant.
To be honest, but V. Vysotsky several times lay in psychiatric hospitals for chronic alcoholism, so he knew the same "Kaschenka" well from the inside. These "walkers" also served as material for Vysotsky's song "History of the disease" (in three parts). The song "Victim of Television" contains lines saturated with pain and the spirit of a medical institution of this type:

Well, and then at the Kanatchikovaya dacha,
Where, unfortunately, obsessive service,
I watched the programs in my delirium,
I stood up for Angela Davis ...

For some reason, from the birth of the song, or rather, as it spread throughout the USSR, it was believed that the "chief physician Margulis" was the chief physician of the Moscow psychiatric hospital No. 1, the character that gained popularity of the song "Kanatchikova Dacha".
Margolis, Margulis, Margolin, and also Margulyan is a surname of Jewish origin. Literal translation from Hebrew: pearl.
Today in "Wikipedia" an entry was made stating that VM Morkovkin is the very famous harmful doctor: "and then the head physician Margulis banned television." And it is this name that is included in the Margulis section.
Literary characters: "Chief physician Margulis" - in the 70s, the chief physician of the Moscow psychiatric hospital No. 1 "Kanatchikova Dacha", the character of the famous song by Vladimir Vysotsky "Letter to the editor of the program" Obvious - incredible ".
Therefore, due to the prevailing circumstances, the surname of Academician V.M.Morkovkin was not only relegated to the background by Margolis, but also unjustly forgotten. The fact is that the doctor, by the name of Margulis, has never been on the staff of the Kanatchikova dacha. And that is why in the museum of the psychiatric clinical hospital № 1 named. NA Alekseev, there is not a single mention of this person, even as a patient.
Then who is this mysterious Margulis?
From 1964 to 1987, the famous hospital was headed by Valentin Mikhailovich Morkovkin, lieutenant colonel of the medical service. It was a famous person in the world of science, in the future: Doctor of Medical Sciences, Professor, Honored Doctor of the USSR, Academician of the USSR Academy of Medical Sciences, author of many scientific publications in the "Journal of Neurology and Psychiatry".
However, they say that Valentin Mikhailovich quite often complained about the fact that popularity in the Soviet Union was brought to him not by his achievements in the scientific field, but by a hopeless patient who turned out to be Vladimir Vysotsky: “How much he did in the field of psychiatry, but somehow there is one alcoholic for us to be treated and glorified me all over the world. "
Reader, have you ever been to a psychiatric hospital?
Didn't it happen?
But V. Vysotsky first became a patient of this institution in May 1964. And this is 26 years old? Why is it so early ?! At that time, in the artist's creative baggage there was not yet a single significant theatrical role, and the more or less serious song “No crosses are put on mass graves” was just making its way, but it could not be called a masterpiece of a bard.
This is only later (after cleansing the body, and rehabilitation period) there will be the role of a radio operator in the film "Height" (1967), and the song "If a friend suddenly appeared", written under the impression of the sentimental story of Leonid Eliseev about the difficult everyday life of climbers.
Of course, decades later, the position of the medical luminary of Russian psychology is difficult to dispute. Valentin Mikhailovich, as a specialized specialist, first of all, viewed Vysotsky through the prism of vices of craving for the green snake. It's no joke to say, but for the second time the actor falls into the bright eyes of the doctor with an interval of a little less than a year and a half (November 1965)! Here even an ignorant person will have an objective opinion about a persistent patient, not to mention former commander scouts (meaning Morkovkin V.M.). He said what he always considered necessary to voice, and healed as he thought it was necessary to heal. However, the candidate of medical sciences could not predict that the young singer, who often visited his office, would fly to the crest of national fame, could not assess the situation that would eventually develop around the name of the artist playing the role of Hamlet in one of the country's leading theaters - the Taganka Theater.
During my next wandering for regression, I was examined at the regional clinic for occupational diseases. In the same room with me was a man from the town of Snezhnoe (the driver who drove the local coal "general"). It was he who briefly told the story of the creation of the Kanatchikovaya dacha. True, it is worth noting: the quotes of this song by V. Vysotsky cover a rather long period of the history of the state, which is surprising in itself, given the conditions in which it was written ...
At the end of V. Vysotsky's concert in the city of Yenakiyevo, several people, including the singer and the narrator, gathered in one apartment located in the city center. This performance was the finale of the tour of Central region Donbass. It is impossible to hide from the fans - rumors quickly spread about the artist's place of residence, so a large crowd gathered in front of the house, chanting greetings to the idol.
Vysotsky had no choice but to go out onto the balcony (second floor) and perform a few songs. After thunderous applause from the grateful audience, he took his leave, and returned to the room where the meal was about to begin, which was quite natural: for once, Vladimir Semyonovich visited the city for the first time, perhaps in last time... Those present were eagerly awaiting the start of the dinner, because the whole day had passed in bustle and anticipation. On the street, despite the fact that it was close to evening, the fans still did not disperse, but quite the opposite: the crowd slowly increased, starting to chant his name, in the hope of seeing with their own eyes everyone's favorite ...
Suddenly rejecting the offer to take a place of honor at the table, Vysotsky took from his traveling bag: paper, a pen. Sitting more comfortably in the corner of the sofa, he lit a cigarette and began to write something, from time to time picking up a guitar and picking up chords. About an hour passed, maybe a little more. Silence was observed in the apartment, and its owner, coming out on the balcony, asked the people not to hubbub, explaining the situation, which was done.
The crowd waited patiently. Nobody touched the table in the apartment. The guests' glances only skimmed over the glasses and simple food poured in advance; they did not ask anything, only sometimes they went out onto the balcony to smoke.
What is really unclear here? It is clear: Volodya is creating, and now he will give something new. But what exactly, no one could even guess. On the street, the crowd has already doubled or three times, dutifully awaiting the zest of Vysotsky's abnormal performance.
And so Volodya exhaled deeply in play, looked around the guests of this house, and, saying: "Guys, now ...", went out onto the balcony, and "Kanatchikova Dacha" sounded for the first time in the vastness of the Union, but in front of the residents of the Central District Center. And this is a fact!
It turned out that the surname of the owner of the apartment was Margulis. It is the owner of this surname who owes the well-established chain: "Kashchenko" - chief physician Margulis - "... a snake looms in the window, hides a plug behind his back." So Vladimir Vysotsky playfully immortalized the name of the hospitable Yenakievite for bread and salt, and the world found a case (perhaps the only one) when, thanks to various media, lines from folklore turned into an axiom.
And if Vysotsky found the right rhyme, and voiced real surname doctors? .. Yes, "Dr. Morkovkin" - would have sounded like an outright mockery of Soviet medicine, which, in principle, corresponded to the theme of the songs, at all stages of his work. But voicing the true name of the doctor would indicate a complete disintegration inner peace the personality of the author of the song. After all, then you need to be what? .. what? .. to cut off the hand that pulled the singer from the other world and gave him almost 15 more years of service to the muse and ... to Bacchus - a cruel price for his talent?
Was Vysotsky talented?
Undoubtedly!
Who can write in all conditions of mind and body? The case with Kanachikova dacha confirms: the song was written in one breath, despite the surrounding bustle, and a rare whisper in the corners - what could be worse for a pen ?! And who will be able to write a song or a story in a little over an hour, and so as not to return to the topic touched upon? Only a gifted person! True, his talent can be used in two ways ...
There is a chance that this version of the birth of this song is acceptable and has the right to life, because there is no other, and the person who told it inspired exceptional confidence.
P. S. Assessing and weighing the path that my former homeland, the atmosphere in which we have had to live over the past decades, a completely natural question arises: "Why do we live like this?" Unfortunately, the lines from Kanatchikovaya Dacha only come to mind, giving the answer:
- We did not make a scandal - we lacked a leader,
There are few real violent ones, so there are no leaders ...

Nikolay Grinev, 23.07.2011 Information: Before his appearance on the stage, the master confessed, “he lived in the era of Vysotsky”. And that he was the first to hear Vysotsky's song in 1975, on the beach. It was Kanatchikova Dacha. Gradsky liked the composition so much that he played it on a tape recorder several dozen times, and so learned its words. And now, 42 years later, Alexander Borisovich performed for the first time in a concert the melody that struck him so much in his youth.

there are few real violent, so there are no leaders

European Union: there are few real violent, so there are no leaders
January 21, 2016, 21:40 295 Analytics

The European Union is a utopia that has become a reality for a certain period of time. And this reality seems to be nearing its end. French Prime Minister Manuel Waltz acknowledged this today in Davos.

The French politician considers the situation with refugees to be absolutely out of control as the main threat to the EU. However, the problems of a united Europe lie not only in this.

Initially, the EU was declared as an ambitious project based on the principles of democracy and freedom, solidarity of peoples and their desire for common coexistence. However, it became clear almost immediately that financial interests would be key for European politics. Which, in turn, gradually destroy not only rights and freedoms, but also the very concept of society, transforming life an ordinary person into an endless extreme survival marathon.

Cutting social spending, lowering wages, raising the retirement age and creating unstable conditions for the younger generation of workers are just some of the problems that newly emerging Europeans face.

But expressing your dissatisfaction with the budgetary austerity policy is strictly prohibited. Protests that escalate into riots, subsequent police crackdowns and arrests - all this is not possible did not contribute creating an atmosphere of harmony that the creators of the EU counted on.

In fact, the European Union is a bogus democracy run by an autocratic organization called the European Central Bank. All efforts of which are directed exclusively in one direction - to fight inflation. Nobody cares what the price of this struggle will be for an ordinary European.

But, the saddest thing is that the ECB does not obey political power basically. Therefore, all these so-called elections to the European Parliament are nothing more than a formality.

Yet before migration During the crisis, many Europeans began to perceive the EU as a hostile environment that took away their financial stability and confidence in the future. Now they cannot be sure of anything at all. And in their own safety - including.

And if the financial experiment, and in fact, the mockery of the same Greece was still amenable to at least some explanation, then what caused the so-called hospitality towards Middle Eastern refugees - for most Europeans still remains an unanswered question.

But most of all Europeans are enraged by the fact that the "European regional committee", which is unable to solve the problems, continues to dictate its terms.

The option "to be patient" in this case is already not considered. And each individual EU country understands more and more that collectively this problem cannot be solved. The moment has come when you can only cope with a disaster alone.

Everything would be much easier if there was a really strong and charismatic leader in Europe who could cope with not only strong-willed decisions with uncontrolled an influx of migrants, but also to unite in this struggle all the countries of the European Union. But, as you know, there are few real violent ones, so they do not have leaders.

Well, in fact, scared and bleating about tolerance, Merkel, Hollande and others are hardly capable of decisive action. All of their fuse and determination is just enough for the collective imposition of sanctions and expressions of extreme concern. Moreover, for any reason.

In principle, there is a person who would probably be able to cope with a number of problems and challenges that have swept Europe, and, thereby, keep it from splitting and collapsing.

However, fortunately, he is the president of Russia and at this stage all his efforts are aimed at the good of his own country. So to deal with the European Union, which for the last two years has annoyed the Russian Federation with petty dirty tricks, it certainly has neither the time nor the desire.

Now many are predicting a big crisis in Russia. But this country and its population is not the first time worthy of going through difficult times. No matter how hopeless and depressing the situation may seem, the Russian people, gritting their teeth and tightening their belts, scrambled out of much larger and more tragic situations.

Today, the challenges posed to Russia and the problems that need to be addressed are not so much and disastrous. There have been worse. And more than once.

But, most importantly, the head of state is a person who enjoys the trust and support of the overwhelming majority of Russians. This, of course, prevents the main crisis virus from spreading - panic.

In the European Union, everything is exactly the opposite. And, first of all, it is panic, fear and reluctance of still relatively calm and stable countries to risk their well-being and security that can lead to its disintegration.

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