Текст книги "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ)"

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Chapter nine.

The swimming pool.

From the very end of September of the same year, when I went to the sixth class, I began to visit an institution known to our district as a public pool.

This place was very, very important for our schoolchildren, because there they had the opportunity to communicate in a completely informal environment, while at the same time «in business», and therefore not causing any suspicion. In addition, the pool was, like many other sports, with us, as a good cover for the loafers, who themselves would just lie down calmly, like walruses, competing in weight with them, and only on parental desire sent to such events. Such fellow citizens visited the pool or some other kind of sport twice a week, resting on the couch lying on the rest of the time, and with all the reproaches in this, stating that they are «engaged in sports»and are now temporarily resting.  Actually, most of these people consisted of all our sports sections, which might surprise a third-party observer, but not an internal one: even the school's traditional folklore of my region is known about the boy who, while doing sports, only gets fat and gets fat.

Returning to the case of my entry into this institution, I say: since my childhood, my father, from the very moment of my departure for aikido, wished to direct me also to the voyage, which he himself considered almost a panacea for all the disasters in life, he was very active in his youth engaged, but now he still realized his empty desire, hitherto only a dream, and sent me to the pool.

The weather was gloomy and gray, it was raining, the icy wind was blowing and it was terribly cold when I first got into the pool, where I still had to stay a rather long time.  My mood was extremely gloomy, since it was all after school day in seven lessons, I wanted to eat, sleep and read my beloved philosophers in home warmth, and not drag myself to the voyage, but that's what I had to do. I entered the pool hall lined with marble, undressed in outer clothing, left only in trousers and a sweater that tightly tightened my belly, and then went into the locker room, where it was warm, stuffy and very humid. I pulled off all my clothes, left only in swimming trunks, put on a rubber cap, diver's glasses and sat down to await the coach's invitation to the swimming pool, which was still a long time. Next to me sat a blond boy with blue eyes and a snub nose, greeted me and started a conversation: «Hello! What is your name?».

– I'm Marat Nigmatulin, and you? – Ianswered.

– I'm Egor Rysakov. – Said the boy. – Did you come here yourself or did your parents force you?

– Parents. – I answered without much interest.

– Clear. Me too. – Continued Egor. – Is it because you have a tummy?

– Yes, that's it. – I answered, looking at the three huge folds, which formed my stomach while sitting.

– Do not worry – I also have a belly. – Egor continued, eating a chocolate bar right in front of me and patting my belly, although not as big as mine.

– I used to have a press... – I said bitterly.

– And me too, not so long ago! – Egor replied with a smile. – But I do not regret that I do not have it now: I'm fine without it. To be honest, I adore my current figure and I think that it would be nice for me to gain a couple more pounds – they will not be superfluous!

– Are you serious? – I asked Egor.

– Absolutely! – said the one, finishing the chocolate. –I believe that it is better for a boy to have a tummy, not a press. I already know what it is. Previously, I had a press – no joy: some training, sweet can not. Now – another thing: I lie on the couch all day, eat chocolate and do not worry! And I advise you the same!

– Yes, in principle, I do so… – I answered somewhat shamefacedly.

– It's visible to you! – answered Egor. – Do not worry the main thing.

At that moment, Egor took out a phone and showed me a photo of himself a year ago: there he was skinny, without cheeks, but with cubes on his stomach.

– I then weighed 30 kg – now 39-40 approximately. – he answered. –And you?

– Now I weigh 46 approximately. – I answered, taking out the phone and showing my old photo. – And two years ago we weighed 30...

– Well, you ate the cheeks! – Egor answered, laughing. – The glutton!

– Yes, I am like this. And you? – I asked.

– I will not hide it. – Egor replied, continuing to eat chocolate bars. – The glutton is creepy, and even the sweet tooth: eclairs, cakes, cakes – all days!

– Do not you do the charging? – I asked, already knowing the answer.

– No, I never do! – Egor answered, laughing. – On the weekend I sleep until two or three days, and then I lean on food.

– Clear. – I answered. – I myself did not do this, and I also sometimes tried to exercise.

– Throw, your physical exercises – rubbish full! All these diets, exercises, all this for girls. Eat as you want – you're a boy, and a boy must have a stomach. – Egor handed me the chocolate.

– And your parents did not tell you tolose weight? – I asked, accepting his gift.

– They said, and about health too. – answered Egor, chewing.

– And what came of this? – I asked further.

– Nothing – I'm still lying on the couch and bursting. On the voyage, it is true, they forced me to go, but after that I get so fat that there is no effect. – answered Egor with a smile.

– I see... – I answered. – And how many times do you press?

– Oh, I could have done 45-50 times before, now it's about a dozen. – answered Egor. – I can show it right now.

Egor managed to press off eleven times just before he was short of breath, but I could only do the same thing nine times, horrified, how much I lost shape.

– You're in bad shape! – said the whole flushed Egor. – Completely fat swam!

– You too. – I answered, gasping even stronger than Egor.

– This is not a reason to start charging. – said Egor.

After the voyage, we were both very tired, because such loads on our muscles were not given for a long time, and because they produced severe pains, although we did not lose optimism and sense of humor. After the training, Egor hardly pulled on his jeans, I – pants, and then we went out into the hall, where my friend already had friends waiting for him with a bunch of all kinds of food that I will not describe here as unnecessary. Two of his friends, also pretty chubby boys with cheeks, fed Egor well, after which they said goodbye to me, and I with them, after which we left the pool hall, leaving for our homes.

Chapter ten.

My experiences in practical journalism.

In our school there was a very valuable magazine, published as much as 500 copies once a week, which in my day was very good for such a publication, because it existed only by the efforts of our team, or rather thanks to Tony Bozhenko. We also had an official school newspaper, but it was so stupid and small-boned that it never occurred to any normal person to read it, and many did not know about its being, instead of reading it «Sputnik and Pogrom» [Russian nationalist internet-journal] or our magazine,  which was called the «Journal of the Patriotic Schoolboy».  The magazine published articles of absolutely wild content, from which any normal person would have had a stroke – so much they were reactionary and simply barbaric from the point of view of the average intellectual reading books like «Snob»and «Dilettante» [it is the two magazines of Russian right-liberal intellectuals], especially since in our printed organ all texts were typed in accordance with the spelling of the Imperial period. At this point I published my article entitled «Down with the Tolstoyevsky dictatorship, long live the beetle-antisemitist!», which met all the demands made by the editor-in-chief Antonina venerable for articles published in her «mouthpiece of totalitarian propaganda» [which namedhis blog one Russian communist journalist – Boris Rozin].

After finishing classes on Friday, as I expected, I went into the garage, where there was a «printing house of the magazine», consisting of several dozen printers, in which five unfortunate eighth graders worked, who had to skip classes and risk falling on «Chinese Imperial examinations» [which in Russia named the state examen in last class of school], devoting two full days off  and half from two working days to work on a magazine that was bound to go out on time. Both of them were extremely tired, because today they had to delay because of me: it was already 17:00 on the clock, and their working day began at 6:30 in the morning, moreover they were deprived of a break and food, and therefore their work was done at all penal. I knocked, and then I entered a spacious and warm brick garage, when I saw those two unfortunate scoundrels who were always busy typing articles from the manuscript to the computer (the «thickness» of the journal was about a hundred pages, and often even more), and courtesy, gave them his text, approved by Tony the day before. The idea to write an article for the magazine, I caught fire when I saw Saida in the process of reading this work, and then learned from Marina what kind of magazine it was; further, I submitted my article to Antonina, and the next day she allowed her to the press. In addition to the printing house itself, which dealt only with technical issues, there was also an editorial office at home for some of the girls, where issues of the journal's content were discussed, and where Tonya and a couple of her assistants worked. On Monday the magazine came out with a very intriguing cover, where I was portrayed as a typical representative of the «Union of Russian People» [the nationalist and monarchy organization in Russian Empire] holding an ax in one hand and a portrait of the last emperor in the other, which was accompanied by the inscription: «I am an antisemitist! And you?». Of course, there was my article, and that's why I decided to write it to you with a reduction of some necessary details, but with the «juiciest» moments, so that you better have an idea about me:

«Down with the Tolstoyevsky dictatorship – long live the beetle anti-Semite!

Despite the fact that our government is doing everything in the name of correcting this situation, Tolstoyevsky's dictatorship, which we inherited from the Old regime, is observed in our school. While in all other states they are already studying their good writers, in our textbooks the reactionary clique of the imperialists, led by the vulgar and obscurantist Leo Tolstoy, still dominates.

John of Kronstadt also spoke of him: «Lord, do not let Tolstoy, the heretic who surpassed all heretics, reach the Feast of the Nativity of the Most-Holy Theotokos, whom he blasphemously and blasphemously. Take it from the ground – this stinking corpse, proud of its all the earth.». Or even so: «Lord, kill and kill the worthless son of a dog, Leo Tolstoy, a nothingness and a heretic, let him die in hell torment on earth, and in hell to burn forever will be!». Or so: «Leo Tolstoy – a miserable squalor, ******!».

Here, alas, in the framework of censorship and public decency, we can not accurately convey the words of the venerable father John, so accurately chosen about this vile individual, who in his opuses profaned the memory of our mighty Church and the Emperor himself! Leo Tolstoy was an extremely dishonorable person, which, like his complete literary impotence, served as a refusal to give the Nobel Prize to this man. The head of the Swedish Academy said the same about Leo Tolstoy: «We can not give out a prize to the wildest obscurantism, which humiliated human dignity as low as it was possible to a man who despised all the achievements of European civilization. Leo Tolstoy deserves a gallows, not a prize!». <...> Tolstoy's doctrine of «non-resistance to evil» is fundamentally false and reactionary, for it rejects in the first place the canonical teaching of the Church, rejects the whole part of the conquests of Christianity for its long history, denies patriotism, which makes it doubly vile, but most importantly it contributes to  the spread of horrors!  Here, as Tolstoy himself writes in the Confessions: «Do not resist, if you are taken into slavery, do not resist, if the enemies kill your children and your wife is deprived of honor – all be patient, as Christ tolerated, and know: punished will be  villains posthumously! Do not resist any lawlessness, but know: the end willcome imminent!». Proceeding from this passage, we can conclude that the entire teaching of Leo Tolstoy is a vile bourgeois doctrine, which is beneficial to the exploiter classes, wishing that the people, after reading Tolstoy, would tolerate any exploitation on their part. Tolstoy writes, however, not only about non-resistance, but also about other things, also, moreover, writes favorably for the powerful and rich, in the «Critique of Dogmatic Theology», thus: «To all schoolboys and schoolboys I say: do not go to these damn  a gymnasium and a school-they will not teach you anything there!  Do not waste the best years of your life on the senseless biting of dead languages ​​– go better into the air, firewood and enjoy life as long as you are young!».

Leo Tolstoy wants to discourage our youth from learning, wants to make him stupid and ignorant, that he will only be more conducive to the interests of the ruling classes, and therefore I propose the most radical measures to be taken: I think it necessary to prohibit all the works of the Lion to spread in the Republic!  Some will start to object to the personal qualities of this person, but even here I will find you an answer worthy: Ivan Lipin was a resident of Yasnaya Polyana – the estate of the Lion – quite clearly remembering life there and mores, while still a child, and his memoirs «Memories of life in Yasnaya Polyana», published in 1956 in Tula with a circulation of 10,000 copies, tell a lot of interesting things about the life of the «great writer» and his relationships with local residents: «Leo Nikolayevich once called me to his place – I played with friends then, I was  nine years – he took me in some barn and made me criminal violence, constantly repeating: «Do not resist,wretch!».».

But this is only one of the manifestations of Tolstoy's nature, which is all fully revealed in this book: «Once my mother came home all in tears and mud: her whole sundress was smeared with clay, under her arms and face there were bruises. She cried all evening, not explaining anything intelligibly to anyone. My father told me to go out into the courtyard, because July was there and so it was warm outside and wait there. Only five years later I learned that on that day Lev Nikolaevich tried to seduce my mother, but she did not succumb to him. Then he began to beat her cruelly, then dragged him into the bushes and raped,and then he left her there.». Here, what a terrible man this «great writer» was!

Fyodor Dostoevsky is equally terrible in the light of our discussion and close observation. <...> Everyone knows that Fyodor was a drinking person, moreover, very much. I do not lie, if I say directly: Fedor – a drunk! Here's how one of his publishers said about him: «He was always tipsy.  I would never have seen him sober, and from him there always was a sharp smell of wine.  He spoke with difficulties, staggered at walking, and his nose was forever not so much red, as slightly pink.». The conclusion we make is one: Mikhalych – a drunk, a drinker and a drunker! <...> But not only is he an alcoholic, he was also a pedophile! Dostoevsky's biographer Nikolai Strakhov wrote in his letter to Leo Tolstoy: «He was drawn to dirty tricks, and he boasted about them.  <...> how he boasted that <...> in a bath with a little girl, whom the governess had brought him.  Notice at the same time that with animal voluptuousness, he had no taste, no sense of feminine beauty and character!».

A modern historian and venerable scholar Alexander Nevzorov repeatedly called Dostoevsky sodomite and pedophile, wishing to discredit the cult of this dangerous man. His autobiographical work «Netochka Nezvanova» describes his own sexual perversions, to which he regularly subjected small residents of the Northern capital.  Dostoevsky's personal features also appear in another book, Crime and Punishment, where, according to Yuri Lotman, one of the most worthy of our literary critics, «Svidrigailov in all his duality, his dialectical nature, gives us a direct allusion to Dostoevsky himself, who forever  hesitated between miraculous impulses and filthy debauchers.».

Think about the horrors that will come with our young people, if they read Dostoevsky's books full of the most abominable debauchery and filthy crimes!  Some of our experts dare to show surprise at the nature of the origin of the filthy youth crimes, believing that «Russian classical literature» is the best salvation from these. These miserable and miserable people do not understand that this literature alone exacerbates everything, and that it serves as an excuse for barbarism for young criminals. The excesses in our cities will not stop until we throw out the mossy writers, Tolstoyevsky, from the walls of the schools.  At the same time, it should be noted that getting rid of literary rubbish should only be an accompanying measure to more serious events.  <...> But it's not enough for us Dostoevsky-pedophile, Fedor-alcoholic, so he also committed a grave crime against us all and against the Republic: he is an anti-Semite!  Here is what he wrote in his «Diary of a Writer»: «I dreamed of today, how I strangled my wife... Oh, how I felt good: I hate Jews…». Or here: «The Jews become landlords, – and, everywhere, they shout and write that they are killing the soil of Russia…»; «The top of the Jews reigns more and more firmly and strives to give the world its appearance and its essence. The idea of ​​the Jews covers the whole world. Throughout the 40-century history of the Jews, they have always been ruthless only to us... ruthlessness to everything that is not a Jew... and only a thirst to get drunk with our sweat and blood»; «The Jew is worse than a Jew!»; «Kill the Jews, burn their books and ruin their synagogues – only so you will be saved from the Jewish revolution and save the Orthodox faith!»; «The International ordered that the Jewish revolution begin in Russia. And it will begin... For we do not have a reliable rebuff for it either in governance or in society. The revolt will begin with atheism and robbery of all riches. Begins to demote religion, destroy temples and turn them into barracks, stalls; they will flood the world with blood... Jews will ruin Russia and become the head of anarchy. The Jew and his Cagal are a conspiracy against the Russians.».

After all these quotes, you still dare to ask me or show doubts about what should not be studied by our students, for it corrupts them, encourages the growth of bad trends in them, turns them into pedophiles, drunkards, murderers, anti-Semites, undermines their spirit, mind and body?!  Look at the sleek faces of well-fed bourgeois «scientists» who reason with a smart air in the channels, like the despicable «Culture», about «the profound philosophical views of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy», about the «cultural code of Russia» allegedly hidden in their works, and, of course, about the «great literature that will save Russia» from «savagery, the decline of morals and nihilism.». As usual, they are vile, blurred old women, constantly yowling and shaking flabby members in front of the audience, vowing the same phrases from year to year about the «great and mighty» and «classical Russian literature that the whole world reads».Such people disgust any sane person, because they are not capable of living thought, they dare not look at the «Karamazov» and «War and Peace»,they can not take the blinders from their eyes, put there by their stupid teachers, in them  reproducing themselves.  Citizens are schoolchildren, it's time forus to remember ourselves that «only we are the face of our Time», that «The Horn of Time beats us in verbal art», that «The Past is Closely», and «The Academy and Pushkin are incomprehensible than hieroglyphics». It's time for us to «throw Pushkin, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy and so on» from the Modern steamed.

I appeal to your pathetic feelings, I am addressing my sermon to the most advanced part of our people, which has not yet solidified in its dead sadomasochistic love for Tolstoyevsky's vile, bloodthirsty totem demanding more and more sacrifices to himself. It is to you that I dedicate my new small poem:

[The Latin text]

Hodie filii celebraré,

Libros ad ignem ferré.

Ovile fasciculum librós

Et tunc posuit ignis eós!

Ah, pueri, in ignem et poneré

Libris, quod nos pugnaré.

Omnes libros igni succendít,

Sit ignis Tolstoy ardebít!

[The Russian text]

Празднуют сегодня дети –

Книги на костер несут;

Книги сложат горкой эти,

А потом их подожгут.

Эй, давай, ребята, дружно,

Книгам этим дадим бой,

Сжечь огнем все книги нужно,

Пусть в огне сгорит Толстой!

[The English text]

Children celebrate today –

Books are carried to the stake;

Books will fold these,

And then they will be set on fire.

Hey, come on, guys, amicably,

We'll give the books to the books,

Burn all the books you need,

Let Tolstoy burn in the fire!

I hope that one day my fantasies and dreams from this work are realized right in front of the walls of our school establishment, but I still have great hopes that you, my brother-schoolboys, are realizing it. But you want to ask me about what I am ready to offer as a substitute for Tolstoyevsky, and then critics will attack me and say: this brotherhood is the lesser of evils, for there is nothing better than it is hitherto. We can answer all this: Ivan Barkov, Thaddeus Bulgarin, Pavel Melikov-Pechersky, Leonid and Daniil Andreev, Maxim Gorky, Alexander Vvedensky, Nikolai Oleinikov and many other heroes. The last of them, Nikolai Oleinikov, is simply the embodiment of an ideal person by the standards of many of our fellow citizens of some high ranks: a children's lover, a friend of Marshak, who worked in extremely progressive magazines for children's magazines «Hedgehog» and «Bird», former brave pedagogue innovator and educator without fear and reproach, who did not bow to unworthy power lovers, for which he became a victim of Stalin's repression. He wrote a wonderful children's work, which, according to Marshak, «was mostly directed against Dostoevsky», whose features «he ridiculed especially grotesquely, even too much.». This is the «too» Marshak inserted here only then, that he was afraid of the incriminality of links with the «Trotskyites», with which some progressive figures were announced, including Oleynikov. This work is called, as you all already guessed, «Beetle-anti-Semite»;  Its plot is that the spiteful and vile beetle of all other insects convicts of Jewry and at the same time tirelessly grumbles, and at the end of the tale dies of grief. Theauthor adds a strong comment: «And such a fate awaits all anti-Semites!». In a word, read the correct and good progressive writers, named by me above, as well as those accompanying, and not all Tolstoyevsky there – from them only spiritual torment, absolutely superfluous for a noble person. That's it, that's all, gentlemen: it was this article that was published in the tonic journal, which caused the bubbling of a certain substance in our school community, and then some reaction, which I also have to described.

During one of the literature lessons in the eleventh grade, where Snezka began to tell, or rather tell, the fairy tale about the white bull-headed «War and Peace», a spontaneous uprising began: several people, an article reading and imbued with my ideas, jumped from their seats  in the middle of the lesson and began to declare my poems, unfolding a small homemade banner with the inscription: «Down with the Tolstoyevsky dictatorship – long live the beetle-antisemitic!». Others, who participated in the spontaneous rally of the proletariat, began to shoot all the events on the phones, and then spread it into free access to the World Wide Web. So, actually, my poems became very well known – in a couple of days they were turned into a song that all schoolchildren sang in our district, from juniors to seniors, and then it was considered an unofficial anthem of our school. Needless to say, Snezhana Vladimirovna did not like this very much, so soon we had a similar dialogue at the lesson:

– Why did you write this article? – screamed our Snowball.

– People should know the truth! – I answered.

– People should not know the whole truth! Morality should hide some things! – screamed at me Snowball.

– If I fuck goats, then people should not know about it! – If this is the case, it is not a crime to tell the government about this, because otherwise you will continue to work with children, which can not be done by zoophiles! – I retorted.

– I'm not a zoophile – I just love animals! – Answered the teacher. – And where did you get that author?

– He is a great humanist and a victim of Stalinist repression! – I replied. – I wrote a tale called «Beetle-anti-Semite».

– What else did he write? – continued the questioning on the elevated tones of Snowball.

– He has a poem «Cockroach»... – I answered shyly.

– Did he have an insectophile! Only wrote about insects! – exclaimed the teacher.

– He still has flies about the wedding, – I continued.

– And about the fast-paced shiteater not randomly?

– No, not at all!  – I answered especially loudly.

– You understand... –Snezhana Vladimirovna made a face and thought. – Your problem is that you are a shiteater yourself.

This was my first experience of publishing in the magazine.

Chapter eleven.

An ill-fated composition.

In this chapter, I would like to tell you about the greatest folly that I have committed during the entire schooling period, and perhaps even in my entire life, since even today my misconduct has had a certain bad influence on my reputation;  Often even now my enemies remember about him for denigrating my name in the reactionary press.  This little tragic-comic story began that one day at the end of September, when the window was very cold and rainy weather, which almost always stands in Moscow this season, Snezhana Vladimirovna came into our class once again, shaking her fat  forms, and then declared literally the following: «So, children, today we will write an essay on the topic. What vacation organization do you like best?». [I should note here that at that time the Ministry of Education of Russia was solving the issue of how to organize a vacation for schoolchildren better, and therefore brought this issue to the popular vote through the government website «Active citizen», inviting us to consider three options: traditional «Soviet» vacation system, when children rest one week in the middle of autumn, two or three in winter, one in spring, and after three months in summer; «New» system, in which every five weeks of study there should be one week of rest, and also New Year's holidays and summer holidays; «Trimester» system, in which there is a long vacation in winter and spring, as well as summer vacations.  In the end, the Ministry allowed all schools to decide by themselves, through the parents' vote, which system they decided to establish in their institution;  most of the schools remained on the traditional system, some switched to «new», but the trimester did not use it and did not enjoy any support at all. We, the students, were to write a small essay (the traditional size of the exam essay in the ninth grade is 70 words), one of those that Russian students write in large numbers on certain topics that the teacher gives them.] You can not be shy, write all as you think – this work will not be tested by anyone other than me.».Having perceived the words of the teacher in a completely literal sense, without thinking at all about the «spirit of the laws», but only about their «letter», I began with an ineradicable greed to bite a pen into the notebook paper, producing with my own mind and displaying with my own hand the following text:

«So, comrades, we put before ourselves the question of whether it is possible to establish only one of the options for arranging the time of rest in our schedule, we must choose the best.  On the one hand there are numerous ignoramuses and obscurantists who just want to preserve the damned old rest system, quite fit, good and right for the middle of the last century, but it is completely wrong now. On the reverse side, we see reptiles of a different kind – wishing to establish even more nasty trimester in our country in order to make us tired and unable to complete the National Conservative Revolution. Of course, they are all Jews, who are afraid of the awakening of the Russian national spirit, although in vain, for Russian National Socialism is by nature a peaceful and creative teaching.  Our Minister of Education, also a Jew, of course (look only at his nose), has long been completely subordinate to the Zionists, otherwise he would have long ago adopted a model in our country where five weeks of work are replaced by one week of rest, since this model is the best  of all, because it provides us with an opportunity to better prepare for the Revolution!!!».

Now I have to explain that in those days I was not a Marxist in the full sense of the word, but my views were between left-wing fascism (not Nazism – although in Russia these two concepts are not even all scholars distinguish) and communism, moreover, the Jewish question I had quite specific views common to all Russian fascists: Jews are essentially the most ordinary people who are very much in need of forced assimilation for his own good, but this people can not be destroyed. In addition, I must explain to the Western reader that in Russia the attitude of both an official state and an absolutely greater part of society to fascism and Nazism can only be described as fierce hatred.  During the Second World War, the USSR lost 27 million of its inhabitants at the hands of the Nazis, and the day of the conclusion of a peace treaty with Germany, – on May 9,– is celebrated annually as one of the most large-scale holidays of the country, competing in the scope of celebrations only with the New Year. In the Russian criminal code there is a special 282 article directed against the Nazis and fascists, Hitler's «My Struggle», as well as other similar books in our country are prohibited, and for their distribution, as for the Nazi symbols, one can go on several years in a Russian prison, which many consider the worst place, rather than hell. Our state annually spends especially a lot of money on that activity which is called «prevention of youth extremism», which truly deserves a separate paragraph of the description in our book for all its complexity and versatility of forms and substance.