Hero Chat

In my distant childhood, there were many games that people don't play anymore, and probably don't even know about. "Twelve sticks," "Knock-out," "Three stones, stop," "Jump higher than the ground," and so on... Now, almost the entire generation is glued to computers (and I'm no exception), drinking beer almost from kindergarten, and openly at that. I don't even want to talk about cigarettes. I remember how we used to hide from adults in garages and sheds to smoke, and we were only 12-15 years old. Yes, this is an age-old problem between fathers and sons. Back then, the old men in the courtyard used to say that we were a different generation. But it all starts with a lack of respect for elders. We forget our roots, our national pride in the broadest sense of the word. We laugh at Americans and practically everywhere imitate them, and in almost everything, with the inherent Russian spirit, we go to extremes, bending the stick not just to bend it, but to break it. What a bleak picture has emerged. But this is our reality. And until we understand that we are a nation living in these vast expanses called RUSSIA, and that we are a multinational state, and that each nation is destined to contribute something of its own and invest in the common treasury of what I wouldn't hesitate to call the Russian spirit, or rather, the Russian soul, we will be a pathetic imitator of Uncle Joe, note that "Joe" with a lowercase letter. Because this is not a nation or a meaning, but a way of life, and a very, very mercantile one.