And another episode of the YouTube also about the coronavirus. The program is called “And talk?”, leads her Irina Shikhman.
“a Virus of silence” — that’s what it is. When the doctors, sisters crying, that they die that there is not enough protection, that no “combat” bonuses they receive. Now they are heard, Yes, the President raged. Now they will pay.
But only one episode. The nurse says that she is already infected, sick that she is home sick old mother, coronavirus that it is in urgent need of hospitalization, but no one takes. She cries at night. And tells the sister about the doctor… Who ordered to put to his Cabinet, a new steel door to dissociate itself from all that is happening, not see it. In order to survive. And then he — a young, clean, Gorny says on camera: “we’re fine, masks are there, the protection is, there is treatment, IVL is working, guys.” And again, for their steel door — darting.
That is honestly when I saw this, I wanted this physician here… Yes, bring back the death penalty and the law of war for desertion.
And where do they come from? Chief physicians, Directors of schools, rectors. Not all, but some. It is a class. The government bought them huge salaries, and they are. When you need, say the right words about the fact that all patients without exception get the right treatment, doctors have everything you need, everything is going according to plan. When you need prompt proper mortality figures to the people once again not to disturb. Organize on the areas in school the most honest elections where completely honest wins the right candidate. Humiliate, intimidate, shame students not to go where it doesn’t belong, not wandering the streets, not harmful chanted slogans.
These head doctors, Directors, rectors very useful power. And people they need?
love in the quarantine
“Editorial” Alexei Pivovarov out at YouTube. What is happening in the country and the world, here to dissect all sides, nothing to hide. Without anger and bias, but will dig as deep any longer. They are always at the forefront of the event. “Edition” is published once a week and does not relax. This is real journalism.
the Brewers never gave back. Before the epidemic it was a film-investigation about murder of listeva, about the crash with Dr. Lisa, the Alexandrov ensemble, the military and journalists from the Federal channels flying to Syria. It was chineese about time and about himself — the anniversary of the Leningrad rock club. Coronavirus changed the agenda — now it’s all about him. When I couldn’t fly to Russia people — about them. When doctors, nurses, orderlies cry cry unlimited military situation nand hospital advanced about them. When the economy hits and people are left without hope and without money on them, of course.
But now the film Pivovarova about family in the vast house confinement. After all, when he and she (and even if with small children!) remain here, alone, chained, bound to each other by invisible threads (with chains!), it’s called love in quarantine. Or dislike, it happens even more often. Test of strength for lice, when each other is inescapable. After all earlier as was: went to work, in the evening came back, had dinner, watched some TV, played on the computer, joking with his wife, wished the offspring of spakowski and on the side — a nice family life. And here: look me in the eye! Or: well, tell me something. No sense of him there, neither day nor night.
Coronavirus — this time (infinite time) to figure out who you chose(a) itself in a few, dearest man in the world — and let the wife cleave to her husband, and they will become one flesh. But upon closer inspection, under house arrest he (she) suddenly becomes boring, always nagging, touchy subject with which to live as one family, just living in one apartment is impossible, impossible. And the men did not know.
Here’s what the Brewers. About the crisis of family relationships or, conversely, their extraordinary heyday. About that experience, which we gain by staying for months eye to eye with your lover(s). Yes, sometimes, having put thus to the partner of a magnifying glass, you suddenly realize that she married a jerk. And he thinks: and this fool I loved? That is another coronavirus for home, for family in addition to death threats. Many can not stand, divorce went up.
This is true for all: for happy are equally happy, and for the unfortunate that are different. I wonder what was going Tolstoy when he wrote “Anna Karenina” about his Sofia, from which he in the end just ran off and died. But in the end I want to give your recipe can use. We will not speak lofty words about the big and pure love, which alone and… Friend, it is not necessary superfluous words! My mom’s name is Ira and Ira’s wife, so… the Irony that saves you, over himself, over family, over the situation. Some detachment, elation, look a little distance. Otherwise — cover. I understand you correctly, the Brewers?
My lovely Romy
In my opinion, the best inside the traditional TV has been the channel “Culture”. Yes, the same one percent of the rating, the twentieth place in the table, conceding even the smallest, most cartoonish. The channel that you are watching, although it is said at every step, what you cultural.
How many cool gear stock! How many good movies, theatre, music — and not socite��s! “Cinema about cinema” by Alexander Kazakevich, program Shepotinnik, documentary and feature films. And “Enigma”, “Boring classics”, “the glass bead Game”, “2Верник2”! Week repeat the magnificent “Silver sphere” Vitaly Woolf, which will write in a week. And “Brodsky in Venice” — what a pleasure it is just to listen; and the tragic and the living, breathing movie Elena Yakovich about Olga Bergholz.
And here’s another Romy Schneider. What a woman, what an actress! Every day they showed us pictures of her participation, French, Italian, German cinema of the 70s. I looked and could not put it down, I dreamt of her.
Romy Schneider, so talented, even brilliant, so chic! And so unhappy in your personal life, it happens. Her men were not worthy of it. The tragic death of his son in 14 years, and nothing left except her beautiful films.
She was gone in 44 years in 1982. Romy, did you forget? Never.
