“Thank you, God, for taking me with money,” a very sad woman’s story with a bright ending. Killer Jewish jokes and wise Jewish proverbs It’s good that you took the money

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“Thank you, Lord, for taking me with money,” Vera said quietly, looking at the broken headlight and dented fender of her beloved Audi. One of the customers taught her this curious prayer. Allegedly, Jews, having lost money on something, always turn to God with such words, thanking them for the fact that they only lost pieces of paper, and not their health or life.

The culprit of the accident - the big-eyed driver of the bread truck - was confusedly stomping around nearby, muttering something about bad brake pads, a parasitic mechanic and about a "shuryak" from whom you can "call" for repairs.
Of course, she did not deny herself the pleasure of poking the driver with her nose, like a puppy in an accidental puddle.
- Who taught you, you asshole, to drive onto the main road without slowing down? What if the ambulance was on its way? Or a woman with a stroller crossing? Yes, if you call the gays now, you will not only take off your pants, but you will be left without a license. For life!
The driver, in shock from the misfortune that had befallen him, continued to mumble something incomprehensible and carefully moved his rough hand with bulging veins and cracked nails along the mutilated fender of the car. As if he hoped that the ugly dent would straighten out on its own and the broken headlight would be covered with glass. Vera looked at his hands and stopped short, they looked too much like Volodkin’s.
Meanwhile, people were gathering on the sidewalk. Their sympathies were clearly on the side of the driver of the shabby bread truck, and not the owner of the expensive car.
- They sneaked up on our mountain and are flying! The man, you see, is on business - he’s carrying some bread. And she flies! – an unkempt old woman with an antique string bag suddenly squealed.
Entering into discussions with such characters is more expensive for yourself. After taking a photo of the accident scene on her mobile phone, she left. Nothing. She will tell the insurers that she drove into the garage unsuccessfully. If they don’t believe it, to hell with them. There are a couple of thousand worth of repairs, no more. But for some time you can not be afraid of any misfortunes.
Vera Nikolaevna Naydenova was not superstitious like an old woman, but if the cloudless white streak lasted too long, she began to be afraid. She even remembered how fate first took compensation from her for a dream that had come true.
In the summer, granddaughter Dasha came from Moscow to visit her neighbor, Baba Katerina. Fourteen-year-old Verochka listened with her mouth open to her stories about the underground concerts of the groups “Time Machine” and “Aquarium”, about clever blackmailers and the mysterious psychic woman Juna. Vera taught the Muscovite to bungee jump and ride a moped, and took her to a club to dance. The girls became great friends. Before leaving, Dasha gave her neighbor’s granddaughter her jeans, explaining to her new friend, dumbfounded with delight, that she had a much cooler company – Levi’s.
When Verochka, having sewn up a torn pocket and removed a stain on her knee, came to the club wearing them, she felt like a bubble in a bottle of lemonade, ready to fly into the velvet-blue August sky. It lasted exactly three hours. Returning home after dancing, I saw from afar that neighbors were crowding around their yard. Vera's father, who was sent to help with the harvest in a neighboring area, died in a car accident.
The transition from radiant happiness to hopeless grief was so abrupt that the girl lost consciousness. The death of the head of the family destroyed all their modest well-being. Vera's older brother, who first got drunk at his father's funeral, began drinking heavily. The mother became completely ill. I had to give up my dream of higher education. She graduated from eighth grade and applied to the communications school. I spent the entire first course as if in a fog. She slowly began to come to life only after meeting Volodka.
He turned out to be calm and taciturn, so Vera had to speak for both. And most importantly, he took care of her. Whatever their plans for the evening, they first went to feed the “poor hungry student.” He was aware of all her affairs and was interested in her grades. Verochka flew as if on wings and allowed the guy something extra. I was worried, of course. But not much. If anything, he won’t leave her. This could happen to anyone, but not to her.
Her wings were torn off during a medical examination at the student clinic.
“Seven weeks pregnant,” said the fat gynecologist. “I won’t give you a referral for an abortion.”
The second-year student at the College of Communications spent a whole week in the abyss of the blackest horror. In those days, and even in the villages, a spoiled child was considered a disgrace. Volodka, having heard that in seven months he would become a father, behaved strangely. He brought a net of pomegranates from the market and disappeared.
- What are you waiting for? – her friend Galka, who was initiated into the secret, cheated her. - Go to the car depot, to the director. Or better yet, go straight to the party organizer. So, they say, and so. He promised to marry.
“He didn’t promise,” Vera roared.
- And you say that you promised! They'd rather believe you than him. You are the future defender of the Motherland. This matter, you know, can even be made political.
Fortunately, the public did not have to intervene. A week later, Volodka appeared, introduced her to a guy who had come specially from Kaliningrad, and the three of them went to Vera’s mother in the village to get married.
“Vovka is like family to me,” explained Vladimir Ivanovich, “after all, he was named in my honor.” His parents are now in Algeria... Don’t you know? Grisha is a famous bridge builder. The best welding foreman in the entire Soviet Union. And my sister Tonya is his accountant. Where did they build! Both in Egypt and Cuba. Well, here I am. I look after the rear and look after my nephew.
The crying mother blessed the young with an old grandmother’s icon. Verochka changed her dissonant surname Smyk to Naidenova, and the young family settled in a dorm. Not for long. Because Volodka brought his young wife and mother from the maternity hospital to a small but separate apartment.
- Vovka, how are you? – Verochka gasped, not letting go of the swaddled Antoshka from her arms.
“Very simple,” the husband said in a bass voice, pleased that the surprise was a success. “My parents and Uncle Vova chipped in, and I had something put aside.
Verochka quickly became acquainted with young mothers who spent their days driving around the neighborhood, rocking their cackling “crews,” and one day one of them invited her to visit her.
– My mom needs a receptionist for her dry cleaning. The salary is, admittedly, tears, but the team is good. And mom is the kind of person who will always let go and replace.
Verochka went to look and unexpectedly liked it. The dry cleaner was a stone's throw from the house, the duties were simple, and the girls were really nice. With her unfinished vocational school, it is unlikely that something better was in store for her. In the morning she went to work with pleasure, and in the evening she joyfully ran home and was truly happy.
Trouble crept up when no one expected it. The country, upon which independence fell, began to feel feverish. Huge factories were cut down for scrap, factories were dying, and research institutes were rotting.
When the dry cleaner closed, Vera cried for a whole week, but Volodya, who had recently gotten a job as an auto mechanic in a cooperative, was only happy. “Stay at home,” he ordered. - Bake pies. I’ll feed you.” At lunchtime, the satisfied husband took out of the “brake” not banal sandwiches, but pies and pies. “Men are jealous,” he boasted at home, “at lunch the whole garage comes running to me. The smell." “What is it,” Vera lifted her nose, “I’m going to make you a kulebyak.” She again found herself on a white stripe.
When Volodya unwrapped the fluffy ruddy kulebyak, made according to the recipe of Mikoyan’s “Book of Tasty and Healthy Food,” the steward Fedorych inhaled the aroma of the freshest baked goods and declared: “It’s a sin to eat this besides vodka. Come on, guys, share with Naydenov who has what, and after work we’ll pull a little under the pie. Around the corner, a new kiosk has opened. There’s even French cognac “Napoleon” there.”
A cleaning lady who arrived early in the morning found five frozen corpses and an empty bottle of deadly drink in the garage.
Vera howled for a whole week, and then fell into a dull stupor. Life without a loved one, behind whom she was like behind a stone wall, without work and any prospects, seemed meaningless and hopelessly difficult. Only a small amount in dollars saved him from real hunger - Volodya saved for a car. By summer it was discovered that the son had outgrown all his clothes. Sighing heavily, Vera pulled out “American rubles” from the hiding place under the closet, exchanged twenty and went to a shop with the proud name “Elite Second-Hand from Europe,” where she found an ugly scandal.
The elderly, overweight housewife reprimanded the saleswomen for the mess, shortages and bottles of cheap port wine in the back room. They scolded him with passion and accused the woman of “Jewish greed.” It ended with the girls being ordered to get out. Which they did, turning over a couple of racks of clothes as they said goodbye. The hostess with a gray face fell on a stool. Vera, who was sorting through the children's things in the next room, gave the woman some Valocordin found in the medicine cabinet, hung a "Closed" sign on the door and set about putting things in order. Having learned how to handle things at her dry cleaner, she deftly and quickly separated men's from women's, winter from summer, tied bright scarves onto boring white blouses, and polished dust-covered shoes. The basement store, which previously looked like an unsightly flea market, has acquired a civilized appearance.
“God himself sent you to me,” said the hostess, who had come to her senses. - Where do you work?
“I don’t have a job,” Naydenova admitted.
“I’ll take you,” Dina Semyonovna slammed her plump hand covered in rings on the counter. – I don’t promise a big salary, but you will have a percentage of sales. And you can get dressed for half – okay, for a third of the price.
Vera took up the task with enthusiasm. I called a former colleague from the dry cleaner, who was also looking for a place, and work began to boil. Now the goods were not sent straight from bags to hangers, but were carefully sorted. What was better was cleaned, washed, ironed, supplied with various labels, placed in thin cellophane packaging and called the tempting word “stock”.
Profits doubled, and Dina Semyonovna promoted Naydenova to manager.
She paid for her promotion with the death of her fathers-in-law, who loved her like their own. Having picked up some exotic disease in Africa, they quietly left one after another.
It was then that Vera began to suspect that there was a mysterious connection between her successes and troubles.
A few years later, Dina Semyonovna went to join her son in Australia for permanent residence. I transferred the business to Vera, now Vera Nikolaevna, stipulating the amount that was transferred to the country of kangaroos every quarter. Before Naydenova had time to get used to her new role, she ended up on the operating table with severe peritonitis. Anton entered a military school, which he had dreamed of since the third grade, and the tax authorities came after her so harshly that the owner of the second-hand store almost ended up in jail. The son was offered to continue his education at the Academy of the Armed Forces. And Vera was not even surprised when, on the day of his enrollment, her beloved man Yura called and said in a sad voice that he was returning to his wife, with whom he had lived apart for seven years.
The businesswoman, having saved up money, bought an apartment in a prestigious area, and a week later she buried her brother. Actually, it’s not such a big loss for her. She and her brother were never close. But after his death, my mother started drinking. Vera treated her mother in a good sanatorium and hired a companion for her. After that, nothing bad happened for a long time. And here is today's accident. Isn't it too small for a whole year of calm?
The cell phone began to sing. Naydenova pressed herself to the side of the road. She was a law-abiding driver and never talked while driving. The security guard at their house called.
- Vera Nikolaevna, a man came to see you here. He says that you don’t know each other, but he has business with you. He asks when you will be there.
“I’m already arriving,” she answered, immediately getting upset. So, that means the battered car was just flowers. Let's see what the berries are like.
Naydenova entered a spacious hall lined with palm trees and overgrown ficus trees. A tall, bald man stood up to meet her. He had eyes of different colors. One is gray, the other is greenish. And the corners of his mouth are raised, as if he is smiling.
- Vera Nikolaevna? I'm talking about the morning incident.
- And who are you?
– My sister is married to Nikolai, who scratched your car.
- Well, I didn’t scratch it, but I dented it quite well. And... Wait, are you that “Shuryak” who can be talked to?
“Apparently,” he spread his hands.
- How did you find me?
– I punched the car number into the database. Please tell me what are you going to do? Will you write a statement or demand compensation?
“I won’t demand anything,” Naydenova waved it off. Well, don’t tell a stranger about your difficult relationship with fortune. - What should I take from him?
- That's for sure. Kolka is a walking disaster for us. How will your spouse look at this?
“I’m a widow,” Vera snapped.
- Sorry. But maybe your friend?..
– Listen!.. By the way, you didn’t introduce yourself.
- Sorry again. Oleg Alekseevich.
– So, Oleg Alekseevich, do you seriously think that a woman cannot earn money for her own car? That this requires a husband or lover?
“I don’t think so,” the new acquaintance smiled. “You see, Tonya - this is my sister - called all in tears. Kolka dented his foreign car. And the hostess is so cool, she says. She didn’t demand any money or take away her license. There will definitely be a lawsuit. Or he’ll send his brothers.
- What more! – Vera snorted. - Calm your sister down. I'm not going to do anything.
- Let me at least look at your car. A friend of mine runs a car repair shop.
- No need. I have good insurance.
- Ahh. Well, then... Maybe you will agree to go to a restaurant with me? As compensation for this unpleasant story.
- Thank you. No need.
“But I think it’s necessary,” Colin “Shuryak” unexpectedly objected. “Because otherwise I’ll have to take my leave and never see you again.” And this is wrong.
- Well, you are impudent! – Vera Nikolaevna was amazed.
- No. I'm not at all impudent. I just thought: Kolka, with his happiness, could have crashed into any pole, but he rammed you. What if this is fate?
This is how their romance began. They spent all evenings and all weekends together with Oleg, who turned out to be as caring and reliable as the untimely departed Volodka. In the summer we went to Montenegro. And one evening, sitting on the seashore, Oleg handed her a box covered in velvet.
- Verochka, I can say a lot of beautiful words. But are they necessary if everything is already clear? I want you to always be by my side.
Naydenova silently turned the box in her hands, without opening it.
– Is something wrong, honey? You don't even want to look at the ring?
- Olezhka, I’ll probably hurt you. But I have to tell you: no.
Swallowing tears and hurrying, she told him about the tight balance of happiness and unhappiness, which is closely monitored by some unknown force, and about the hard-won life principle: do not ask the Lord why, but give thanks if the losses turn out to be not catastrophic.
- I am very happy with you. I love you. But if I agree to my piece of personal happiness, then with whom or what will I pay? Son? Mother? Business? Forgive me, but no.
Oleg sat silently next to him. He didn’t move and didn’t even seem to breathe.
- Of course, you can say that I’m a superstitious fool...
“Well, why not,” he said slowly. - Everything is logical. Only you completely misunderstood me. You decided that I was a gift of fate. But in fact, I am a real punishment. When we start living together, you will find that I am jealous and picky about food. I scatter socks all over the apartment and never remember birthdays. And my mother? Yes, she will drink blood from you in glasses! I was married three times, and she divorced me three times. Marry me, Verochka, and you will no longer be afraid of anything.

A cleaning lady who arrived early in the morning found five frozen corpses and an empty bottle of deadly drink in the garage.
Vera howled for a whole week, and then fell into a dull stupor. Life without a loved one, behind whom she was like behind a stone wall, without work and any prospects, seemed meaningless and hopelessly difficult. Only a small amount in dollars saved him from real hunger - Volodya saved for a car. By summer it was discovered that the son had outgrown all his clothes. Sighing heavily, Vera pulled out “American rubles” from the hiding place under the closet, exchanged twenty and went to a shop with the proud name “Elite Second-Hand from Europe,” where she found an ugly scandal.
The elderly, overweight housewife reprimanded the saleswomen for the mess, shortages and bottles of cheap port wine in the back room. They scolded him with passion and accused the woman of “Jewish greed.” It ended with the girls being ordered to get out. Which they did, turning over a couple of racks of clothes as they said goodbye. The hostess with a gray face fell on a stool. Vera, who was sorting through the children's things in the next room, gave the woman some Valocordin found in the medicine cabinet, hung a "Closed" sign on the door and set about putting things in order. Having learned how to handle things at her dry cleaner, she deftly and quickly separated men's from women's, winter from summer, tied bright scarves onto boring white blouses, and polished dust-covered shoes. The basement store, which previously looked like an unsightly flea market, has acquired a civilized appearance.
“God himself sent you to me,” said the hostess, who had come to her senses. - Where do you work?
“I don’t have a job,” Naydenova admitted.
“I’ll take you,” Dina Semyonovna slammed her plump hand covered in rings on the counter. – I don’t promise a big salary, but you will have a percentage of sales. And you can get dressed for half – okay, for a third of the price.
Vera took up the task with enthusiasm. I called a former colleague from the dry cleaner, who was also looking for a place, and work began to boil. Now the goods were not sent straight from bags to hangers, but were carefully sorted. What was better was cleaned, washed, ironed, supplied with various labels, placed in thin cellophane packaging and called the tempting word “stock”.
Profits doubled, and Dina Semyonovna promoted Naydenova to manager.
She paid for her promotion with the death of her fathers-in-law, who loved her like their own. Having picked up some exotic disease in Africa, they quietly left one after another.
It was then that Vera began to suspect that there was a mysterious connection between her successes and troubles.
A few years later, Dina Semyonovna went to join her son in Australia for permanent residence. I transferred the business to Vera, now Vera Nikolaevna, stipulating the amount that was transferred to the country of kangaroos every quarter. Before Naydenova had time to get used to her new role, she ended up on the operating table with severe peritonitis. Anton entered a military school, which he had dreamed of since the third grade, and the tax authorities came after her so harshly that the owner of the second-hand store almost ended up in jail. The son was offered to continue his education at the Academy of the Armed Forces. And Vera was not even surprised when, on the day of his enrollment, her beloved man Yura called and said in a sad voice that he was returning to his wife, with whom he had lived apart for seven years.
The businesswoman, having saved up money, bought an apartment in a prestigious area, and a week later she buried her brother. Actually, it’s not such a big loss for her. She and her brother were never close. But after his death, my mother started drinking. Vera treated her mother in a good sanatorium and hired a companion for her. After that, nothing bad happened for a long time. And here is today's accident. Isn't it too small for a whole year of calm?
The cell phone began to sing. Naydenova pressed herself to the side of the road. She was a law-abiding driver and never talked while driving. The security guard at their house called.
- Vera Nikolaevna, a man came to see you here. He says that you don’t know each other, but he has business with you. He asks when you will be there.
“I’m already arriving,” she answered, immediately getting upset. So, that means the battered car was just flowers. Let's see what the berries are like.
Naydenova entered a spacious hall lined with palm trees and overgrown ficus trees. A tall, bald man stood up to meet her. He had eyes of different colors. One is gray, the other is greenish. And the corners of his mouth are raised, as if he is smiling.
- Vera Nikolaevna? I'm talking about the morning incident.
- And who are you?
– My sister is married to Nikolai, who scratched your car.
- Well, I didn’t scratch it, but I dented it quite well. And... Wait, are you that “Shuryak” who can be talked to?
“Apparently,” he spread his hands.
- How did you find me?
– I punched the car number into the database. Please tell me what are you going to do? Will you write a statement or demand compensation?
“I won’t demand anything,” Naydenova waved it off. Well, don’t tell a stranger about your difficult relationship with fortune. - What should I take from him?
- That's for sure. Kolka is a walking disaster for us. How will your spouse look at this?
“I’m a widow,” Vera snapped.
- Sorry. But maybe your friend?..
– Listen!.. By the way, you didn’t introduce yourself.
- Sorry again. Oleg Alekseevich.
– So, Oleg Alekseevich, do you seriously think that a woman cannot earn money for her own car? That this requires a husband or lover?
“I don’t think so,” the new acquaintance smiled. “You see, Tonya - this is my sister - called all in tears. Kolka dented his foreign car. And the hostess is so cool, she says. She didn’t demand any money or take away her license. There will definitely be a lawsuit. Or he’ll send his brothers.
- What more! – Vera snorted. - Calm your sister down. I'm not going to do anything.
- Let me at least look at your car. A friend of mine runs a car repair shop.
- No need. I have good insurance.
- Ahh. Well, then... Maybe you will agree to go to a restaurant with me? As compensation for this unpleasant story.
- Thank you. No need.
“But I think it’s necessary,” Colin “Shuryak” unexpectedly objected. “Because otherwise I’ll have to take my leave and never see you again.” And this is wrong.
- Well, you are impudent! – Vera Nikolaevna was amazed.
- No. I'm not at all impudent. I just thought: Kolka, with his happiness, could have crashed into any pole, but he rammed you. What if this is fate?
This is how their romance began. They spent all evenings and all weekends together with Oleg, who turned out to be as caring and reliable as the untimely departed Volodka. In the summer we went to Montenegro. And one evening, sitting on the seashore, Oleg handed her a box covered in velvet.
- Verochka, I can say a lot of beautiful words. But are they necessary if everything is already clear? I want you to always be by my side.
Naydenova silently turned the box in her hands, without opening it.
– Is something wrong, honey? You don't even want to look at the ring?
- Olezhka, I’ll probably hurt you. But I have to tell you: no.
Swallowing tears and hurrying, she told him about the tight balance of happiness and unhappiness, which is closely monitored by some unknown force, and about the hard-won life principle: do not ask the Lord why, but give thanks if the losses turn out to be not catastrophic.
- I am very happy with you. I love you. But if I agree to my piece of personal happiness, then with whom or what will I pay? Son? Mother? Business? Forgive me, but no.
Oleg sat silently next to him. He didn’t move and didn’t even seem to breathe.
- Of course, you can say that I’m a superstitious fool...
“Well, why not,” he said slowly. - Everything is logical. Only you completely misunderstood me. You decided that I was a gift of fate. But in fact, I am a real punishment. When we start living together, you will find that I am jealous and picky about food. I scatter socks all over the apartment and never remember birthdays. And my mother? Yes, she will drink blood from you in glasses! I was married three times, and she divorced me three times. Marry me, Verochka, and you will no longer be afraid of anything.

Jews in general are a sociable and wise people. There are many stories about them: parables, legends, proverbs and even anecdotes. The main feature of the Jewish people at all times was economic literacy and excellent money management.

1. Thank you, Lord, for taking me with money.

This phrase can be called more like some kind of prayer. When a person loses a large amount of money, he turns to God and says that he is glad that God did not take away his health or something else.

2. God cannot be everywhere at the same time - that's why he created mothers.

The feelings of mothers for children and vice versa among the Jewish people are elevated to an absolute level. They help parents in old age, just as parents help a child when he is small.

3. Don’t be sweet - otherwise they will eat you; don’t be bitter - otherwise you will be spat out.

In any situation, keep a calm mind and stick to the golden mean, that’s what this wisdom says.

4. Fear the goat in front, the horse in the back, the fool on all sides.

This wisdom is about human nature, you can expect certain things from animals, while you can expect anything from a person, and also a fool.

5. The guest and the fish begin to smell after three days.

The Jewish version of the well-known saying about unexpected and overly intrusive guests. Note, not any guest, but only a certain one.

6. God protects the poor at least from costly sins.

Well, of course, if a person doesn’t have enough money for drugs, he won’t use them. In general, the Jewish belief in God is something.

7. When an old maid gets married, she immediately turns into a young wife.

Reincarnation of any person, depending on the conditions of the surrounding world. Adapting a person to any situation is what this wisdom is about.

8. No matter how sweet love is, you can’t make compote from it.

Basically, wisdom for young people who, because of a short love, are eager to commit rash acts.

9. The wine came in and the secret came out.

Well, of course, Jews, whose secrets accumulate in every person almost from birth, do not like to share them. And even more so, they don’t like it when someone else talks about them.

10. God gave man two ears and one mouth so that he would listen more and talk less.

There is a well-known saying that people have forgotten that they need to listen to each other. The older generation especially uses it when talking with young people.

11. There are no pockets in the shroud.

You will not take any money or other valuables with you to the grave. After you and for you, only a memory will remain in the minds of people.

12. When luck runs out, even cottage cheese breaks your teeth.

About luck, which the Jewish part of our world praises.

13. Started dancing, so dance to the music.

This does not mean that you need to adapt to circumstances, but that each person can put on music for himself.

14. The truth is not a sin, but it is not spoken in front of everyone.

As already mentioned, Jews are not very fond of sharing secrets.

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We invite you to the All-Russian event
For purges of the “fifth column” in government
Date: 05/21/2016
Responsible: Roman Zykov, Central Headquarters, Moscow
Venue: Russia
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We remember well what the head of state demanded in his May decrees.
1. Required “to ensure, by the end of December 2012, the implementation of measures aimed at increasing the transparency of the financial activities of business entities, including combating tax evasion in the Russian Federation with the help of offshore companies and shell companies” (596.2.b). How many companies have recently left offshore companies for Russian jurisdiction?
2. Demanded “an increase in real wages by 1.4 - 1.5 times by 2018” (597.1.a). But now, as a result of “social bombing,” the standard of living of the population, on the contrary, is systematically falling.
3. Demanded “to approve before January 1, 2013 state programs of the Russian Federation, including such as “Development of industry and increasing its competitiveness”, “Development of the aviation industry”, “Space activities of Russia”, “Development of the pharmaceutical and medical industry”, “Development shipbuilding", "Development of the electronic and radio-electronic industry", as well as the State program for the development of agriculture and regulation of markets for agricultural products, raw materials and food and, if necessary, adjust strategies aimed at modernizing and developing leading sectors of the economy" (596.2.d). But is the government currently investing a lot of effort and resources into the development of these sectors of the economy?
Experts noted that only 20% of decrees can be considered fully implemented.
Why is this happening? Yes, because the “fifth column” is subordinate to completely different authorities. Based on “generally recognized principles and norms” (clause 4 of Article 15 of the Constitution of the Russian Federation), the “fifth column” promotes the interests of the United States and the West through foreign consulting and audit organizations that have their branches in many regions of Russia.
They are strangling all Russian business, helping it move offshore and siphoning money out of the country. It promotes the adoption of laws aimed at reducing the standard of living of the population. Western "partners" use their agents of influence in our country to promote their interests. Their goal is one - to destroy our economy, the social sphere, and pump money and resources out of the country. Next - the protest mood of the population and the destruction of the state system, the collapse of Russia. We need to prevent this scenario!
We demand that national leader V.V. Putin has the authority to purge the “fifth column” from government bodies and improve the standard of living of the population! It is necessary to wean Western henchmen from governing the country, build a nationally oriented economy, thereby ensuring an increase in the standard of living of people. We demand that officials be criminally liable for sabotaging decisions of the Head of State. Otherwise, we will continue to endure systematic actions from the “fifth column” in government bodies contrary to the instructions of the president: raising taxes, raising the retirement age, raising the loan rate. Therefore, we demand that V.V. Putin has extraordinary powers to govern the country!
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