Unfortunately, news of the cider deaths haunts him. Two more people died in the Samara region. A schoolgirl died in Penza, from whom her mother bought three liters of cider so that her daughter would not be bored on a joint holiday. Three liters is two bottles of one and a half bottles. In other words, one and a half. That’s how mothers are in Penza!
Things are no better in Moscow. A well-known journalist and cultural commentator admitted that he himself was poisoned by this cider. He says he went to a babbling dark hole at the tap to get pistachios. And then only Tina Turner died. The culture watcher, of course, immediately burst into tears. And I got the Blue Lagoon cider. Thank God it wasn’t hard to get poisoned: In our profession, cultured women drink a little chatter. The Russian press has not lost a cultural journalist. I won’t even name the newspaper this woman works for, or it’s a shame. The newspaper is a hundred years old and the cultural commentator is whipping the draft shmurdyak.
Incidentally, this isn’t the only metropolitan journalist poisoned by that “Mr. Cider”. But one of my acquaintances in the media, who retired from work, suddenly announced that he was poisoned with kvass: they say the same story, the same symptoms, but he drank kvass, which he reported to doctors. They did not believe that it is possible to drink so much kvass, and diluting kvass with methanol usually works, and immediately looked for the right person. Before this comrade had time to clear his mind, the investigators came to him first. According to him – directly from the UK head office. They came and asked where they got the kvass – they say they will confiscate it. For scandal: is methanol already in Moscow? My friend was embarrassed. Kvass is not cider, but hundreds of tons are delivered to outlets. Imagine that half a thousand tons of kvass were confiscated from an individual entrepreneur: yes, the seller’s descendants will not pay off their debts!
Well, the ex-journalist left: he sailed along the Volga in Nizhny Novgorod at the weekend, jumped on the first “bottle” that came across and drank peach-flavored cider. A person has a higher humanitarian education, a Moscow university, years of work in the central press, and now he has a position in a PR company. He has a 2020 Lexus!
In the case of the murderer named Mr. Cider, I was most struck by the portrait of the consumer. How can you be a culture watcher and book critic by day and go to the leak in the evening to buy this junk? To drive a Lexus to work in a PR agency five days a week and buy babbling in a trailer on the sixth day?
It seemed to me that the use of affordable cheap alcohol had certainly entered into marginal circles. All these cocktails, “Yags” are different, with beer bottled alcoholism, beer drinking outside the bars in the evening – all this is a thing of the past, it will not happen in the normal environment of people, at least educated and with some kind of income. find this now There are no drunk acquaintances in my personal circle of friends, I haven’t seen them like this in a long time. The maximum they drink is a glass of wine and then maybe a few times a year. And they’re definitely looking at the composition: they’ve already learned to understand the signs, they’ve read the labels, they know it’s wine, but it’s unknown what is made of dry wine ingredients.
Going for a glass of chatter after work? Yeah, I’ve already forgotten all these drunkards’ slang. What is “skip”? What kind of “buzz” is this? These words had to be extracted from deep memory.
I live in a village, either St. We have summer residents from St. Petersburg or very native locals. I only see drinkers in the second category. Usually these are former villagers working odd jobs. Of the summer residents, now rarely anyone drinks. Vodka and barbecue on Saturdays have become rare. You won’t see townspeople drinking gourds at every resort anymore. I came to see this type of drinking as a socially dangerous habit. Not only harmful or brutal, but also threatening – I rarely see drunks and they are very nerdy.
Mind you, I’m not talking about party goers, banquet goers and other trendy drinkers – I’m talking about daily drunkenness. When drinking outdoors, regularly and without wine. Such drunkenness descends the social ladder. Or rather, I thought it would fall. Until “Mr. Cider” comes and is surprised: it seems that not only the lumpen-proletariat drinks everything in a row. We just don’t see this consumption right now, it’s taboo.
And on the basis of giving up alcohol completely, I am increasingly interested in Muslim countries. It became interesting for me to go there, to see. First of all, as a sober society. Yes and they have problems, soft drugs are common there but that’s not a big problem, they have less drugs than our vodka. In general, these are indescribable impressions when you are in a country for a week, and you see not only drunken people, but also people with traces of alcohol on their faces: no torn nose, puffy eyes, red alcoholic cheeks For the same reason I continue to want to go to Chechnya and Ingushetia : yes, the regions are ambiguous in terms of religious fundamentalism. But I am very interested in how the inhabitants of cities and villages that do not drink in Russia look.
Iran or Kuwait is worth a visit, if only to look at a world without alcohol and where drunkenness is punishable by the whip.
Wildness is brutality, but… But were you in Iran, for example? Which is more brutal: a whip-lashed Iranian cop from the Edification Patrol or a mum mumbling three quarts for her schoolgirl daughter? After seeing both that life and this life, I don’t know which is worse.
Personally, I would consider alcohol a complete crime. And a sale, and maybe even a purchase. It is not clear to me why the drug is prohibited, but vodka or spirits can be sold. Drugs indirectly harm society: Drug addicts often steal and contract deadly infections and viruses. But heavy drug addicts are not aggressive. I once wrote about Gosnarkocontrol raids on bunkers, I was surprised that the operators entered them unarmed. “But they never resist, they just lie down.” I also never heard of the drunks who had settled in the flat going to fetch it with their bare hands.
A heavy alcoholic is almost always a beast. So why not ban alcohol, at least for daily consumption? Do not take it out of the domestic field through price increase?
How was your relationship with the smokers? When cigarette prices rose, they started to quit, there is no other way. After the tragedy of “Mr. Cider”, plans to base price on such nonsense were announced. And it’s the only known way to reduce your daily low alcohol consumption. They drink it because it’s cheap. Pouring methanol into cider was profitable because it cheapened the chatter and widened the circle of buyers. If you raise the price, the meaning of falsification disappears.
Something must be done. I understand that when people live in barracks and communal apartments, go to work for 120 rubles a month, drink the intelligentsia, alcohol is almost the only way to both escape reality and often show wealth. When the shelves were empty and an armed transport race was shown on television, what else was there to do?
But now non-lumens have so many interesting things around, so many things to do, hobbies – how and why do they drink? I understand why they drink in the village. Most of them are not going anywhere, their homes have no value. People are even afraid to dream, because for many people in the countryside, dreams are clearly unrealizable.
But why does a journalist from the culture department go to “spill” and “pour”? This is brutality. And the highly educated people who would barbecue with vodka also became savages. A sea of free books, all music in the public domain, theatrical releases around the clock. There are so many series at the end that not even one thousandth of it can be studied. I don’t know what else to think in cities. I subscribed to the news of our municipality and read about our provincial park in the slum: There is either samba or rumba, flower festival or origami competitions. Is there really nothing to do with yourself other than babble?
Why should the same journalist or owner of the new Lexus be “Mr. Cider”?
A kind of feather.
The author expresses his personal opinion, which may not coincide with the editors’ position.
Source: Gazeta
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