A time when about Putin, almost nobody heard. About it, nor about the cooperative “Lake”, neither of gold cellos, nor the shubohranilisch his friends.
Never a word was heard about 40 and even 200 billion, pilfer them personally. Time, when not paid salaries and pensions. The time remaining in our memory as “gangster 90-e”.
Put the “author”, just because the text is a photo of the network, and memories to each of us.
Yeah, MMM it’s late, but the mood of the time is the same.
Yes, I almost forgot. Pictures not just for memories laid out. You are on the faces of the people view. How many hopelessness. And just compare them with the individuals that you see around you – on the street, at work, in the store or the movie theater. That is, feel the difference. Grandfather Sergeyevich
I sit and think how many things I have taken away Putin
For example, a real sausage I have tasted year in 1996, when the whole class was visiting a wealthy classmate. Oh, and tasty they were. But I myself buy was it only since the year 2002, after the Institute where he worked. And now? Though W*sing chew of the sausage, much easier with doctoral with a fresh loaf of bread to buy. Where now take those emotions, when every few years you could afford the sausage? They were stolen by Putin.
Remember #Святые90е for milk for the little sister ran to the dairy, to the shop it was useless, and the plant can intercept drove trucks. And here buy a couple of bottles, and happy to be home run, emotions over the edge, the breadwinner! And now? And these emotions also stole Putin.
In 1995, a classmate was regularly loaded wagons. The terrible thing is, on equal terms with men, no indulgences. Two coupling at two cars per team. And well, if Kura in boxes of 15 kg, but sometimes caught fish to 27 kg a day for two tenth. Or the chicken, but in boxes of 10 kg, then just shift them tired. After unloading and fell asleep almost daily. But mom for a new coat added. Earner! Dad praised. And now? Putin stole this bright feeling and the educational process.
Or here go in the evening, dark, and out of the gate a couple of big boys – “Hey, come here, from what area?”. And suddenly I see your familiar, and then straight from the heart was relieved, the feast of the blue. Pozdorovitsja, and then stomp happy.
And the first leather jacket? Bought the whole family, so with a friend, and then the parents left and we went together to the house. And a jacket that a little punks market did not take off, but we went, first by yards, then on the tram and look-fistula. And such happiness that the jacket saved, Yes, and beautiful she is. And would have taken away the old jacket for another three years to go. And again the occasion, already the soul is torn up!
Or when in the porch for a week was surrounded by almost all apartments, except for a few. And we were lucky the neighbors were at home, noisy, two brothers of Ambala, that’s a holiday! However later, neighbors still got robbed.
As the father was engaged in wholesale and margarine Rama to get, and relatives in the village carried boxes of them, and they’re sold, and the lived. Or as a box of mango juice home dad brought that happiness that was still in love with him, so deposited in the memory. Or as we Newspapers in the 8th grade traded at the railway station, this is the year 1993 money in a sock hide so that no cops, no punks will not find Newspapers sell out of the Department release (to compete, if we transfer to the station climbed to trade is usually done, once a club on the ridge do not count) and again a single day and a lot of holidays. And raising money for the day as a mom-surveyor for the month. Getter.
To think, to reminisce, these festivals from the 90s will count very much. All these holidays we have stolen Putin. Zergulio