When I get old I want to be like Peter Mamonov
dry grandfather without mammon and teeth with crazy eyes
and indistinct speech to be a human being of the spirit and all Orthodox affairs, planted from drunkenness and drugs by the liver and deaf in both ears
I would like to travel through the cities and towns of our vast homeland
with the look of a holy fool to cure to be a parody of a wise old man to have a vegetable garden to go to the people to read sermons of niyybats in houses of culture and youth theaters may even publish his works on several volumes to convert children of corn
switch to vegetables from your garden completely
stop watching the news at first to grow valuable species of herbs in your greenhouse read messages in a personal from your flock not to use toothpaste ... to drive out indecent sinful thoughts hoping for the help of the Lord
in general, become a dangerous antisocial type without a pussy in the old
stinking sweater curse all sorts of fornicators and queers
people will laugh at the old cretin, but we know that the end is near and who has not repented will lick the devil's shit off his shoes
When I get old I want to be like Peter Mamonov
dry grandfather without mammon and teeth with crazy eyes
and slurred speech to be a human being of the spirit and all Orthodox deeds
planted from drunkenness and drugs by the liver and deaf in both ears
or how the Penza hermits communicate with the world through fuck you
until the earth falls on your head don't make yourself idols in glamorous shirts and don't wear them be men don't fly to ibiza don't fuck without looking into each other's faces until it's too late the antichrist has already poured cinnamon into his cappuccino
it seems to me that I will have all the makings and, most importantly, there is a desire, if not like Pyotr Mamonov, then like Deacon Andrei Kuraev or Zhanna Bichevskaya, but like Dzhigurda I don’t want to - this is disgusting better than everyone, of course, like Leo Tolstoy, to hammer everyone with his huge spiritual cock so that everyone understands how suck they are against your background
the fact is that while the dick is going out ah the backgrounds are money, and besides, it's not old, but even a superstar of some kind of creativity, you ride a rendzhik or a white land cruiser, you don't want a dick and it doesn't itch, you just don’t need to become some kind of devil justifying spirituality your loser
I want a watch like a patriarch s class a black armored apartment in Stoleshnikovo or on clean ponds like one of my friend's Orthodox banker with a beautiful view, I still would have specially demolished a couple of Khrushchevs for him opposite so that I would like no one to spill this fucking oil and this fucking tram did not go
Well, at least like Pyotr Mamonov, a dry grandfather without mammon and teeth, with crazy eyes and slurred speech, a human being of the spirit and all kinds of Orthodox affairs, a deaf liver on both ears planted from drunkenness and drugs, well, somehow, I would like to be in old age
