Unpleasant news is coming to us auditor. Characters and costumes

1.1.1. Why does the mayor call the news of the arrival of the auditor "unpleasant"?

1.2.1. What is the main idea ballad V. A. Zhukovsky "Vengeance"?

Read the fragment of the work below and complete tasks 1.1.1-1.1.2.

Mayor. I have invited you, gentlemen, in order to tell you the unpleasant news: an auditor is coming to visit us.

Ammos Fedorovich. How is the auditor?

Artemy Filippovich. How is the auditor?

Mountain of the bottom. An auditor from St. Petersburg, incognito. And with a secret order.

Ammos Fedorovich. Here are those on!

Artemy Filippovich. There was no concern, so give it up!

Luka Lukic. Lord God! even with a secret order!

Mayor. I seemed to have a presentiment: all night long I dreamed of two extraordinary rats. Really, I've never seen anything like it: black, unnatural size! came, sniffed - and went away. Here I will read you a letter that I received from Andrey Ivanovich Chmykhov, whom you, Artemy Filippovich, know. Here is what he writes: “Dear friend, godfather and benefactor (mumbles in an undertone, quickly running his eyes)...and notify you." A! Here: “I hasten, by the way, to notify you that an official has arrived with an order to inspect the entire province and especially our district (significantly raises a finger up). I learned this from the most reliable people, although he presents himself as a private individual. Since I know that you, like everyone else, have sins, because you are a smart person and do not like to miss what floats in your hands ... (stopping), well, here are your own ... "then I advise you to take precautions, for he can arrive at any hour, unless he has already arrived and lives somewhere incognito ... Yesterday I ..." Well, then let's go family affairs: “... sister Anna Kirillovna came to us with her husband; Ivan Kirillovich has become very fat and still plays the violin ... ”- and so on and so forth. So here is the circumstance!

Ammos Fedorovich. Yes, the circumstance is... extraordinary, simply extraordinary. Something out of the blue.

Luka Lukic. Why, Anton Antonovich, why is this? Why do we need an auditor?

Mayor. Why! So, apparently, fate! (Sighing.) Until now, thanks be to God, they have been approaching other cities; Now it's our turn.

Ammos Fedorovich. I think, Anton Antonovich, that here is thin and more political reason. This means this: Russia ... yes ... wants to wage war, and the ministry, you see, sent an official to find out if there was treason somewhere.

Mayor. Ek where enough! More clever man! Treason in the county town! What is he, borderline, or what? Yes, from here, even if you ride for three years, you will not reach any state.

Ammos Fedorovich. No, I'll tell you, you're not the right one ... you're not ... The authorities have subtle views: for nothing it's far away, but it winds its mustache.

Mayor. Winds or does not shake, but I warned you, gentlemen. Look, in my part I made some orders, I advise you. Especially to you, Artemy Filippovich! Without a doubt, a passing official will want first of all to inspect the charitable institutions under your jurisdiction - and therefore you make sure that everything is decent: the caps are clean, and the sick do not look like blacksmiths, as they usually do at home.

Artemy Filippovich. Well, that's nothing. Caps, perhaps, can be put on and clean.

N. V. Gogol "Inspector"

Read the work below and complete tasks 1.2.1-1.2.2.

V. A. Zhukovsky

Explanation.

1.1.1. The visit of the auditor may disrupt habitual life the county town, in which disorder reigns, lawlessness and bribery flourish. Since there are “sins” for the mayor and officials subordinate to him, they have something to fear, therefore the news of the arrival of the auditor is “unpleasant” for them.

1.2.1. The theme of revenge sounds in the ballad "Vengeance". The poet firmly believes that a vicious act will be surely punished. And the main thing in Zhukovsky's ballad is the triumph moral law. Zhukovsky's punishment is just retribution.

In a county town, from which “you ride for three years, you won’t reach any state,” the mayor, Anton Antonovich Skvoznik-Dmukhanovsky, gathers officials in order to report unpleasant news: he was notified by a letter from an acquaintance that “an auditor from St. , incognito. And with a secret order." The mayor - two rats of unnatural size dreamed all night - had a premonition of something bad. The reasons for the visit of the auditor are being sought, and the judge, Ammos Fedorovich Lyapkin-Tyapkin (who has read “five or six books, and therefore is somewhat free-thinking”), suggests a war being started by Russia. The mayor, meanwhile, advises Artemy Filippovich Strawberry, the trustee of charitable institutions, to put clean caps on the sick, to dispose of the strength of the tobacco they smoke, and in general, if possible, to reduce their number; and meets the full sympathy of Strawberry, who reveres that “a simple man: if he dies, then he will die anyway; If he recovers, then he will recover.” To the judge, the mayor points out "domestic geese with small caterpillars" that snoop underfoot in the front for petitioners; on the assessor, from whom from childhood "it gives away a little vodka"; on a hunting rapnik that hangs over the very closet with papers. With a discussion about bribes (and in particular, greyhound puppies), the mayor turns to Luka Lukich Khlopov, the superintendent of schools, and laments strange habits, “inseparable from an academic title”: one teacher constantly makes faces, another explains with such fervor that he does not remember himself (“Of course, it is Alexander the Macedonian hero, but why break the chairs? This is a loss to the treasury”).

The postmaster Ivan Kuzmich Shpekin appears, "a simple-minded person to the point of naivety." The mayor, fearing a denunciation, asks him to look through the letters, but the postmaster, having long been reading them out of pure curiosity (“you will read another letter with pleasure”), has not yet seen anything about the St. Petersburg official. Out of breath, the landlords Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky enter and, interrupting each other every minute, talk about visiting a hotel tavern and young man, observant (“and looked into our plates”), with such an expression on his face, - in a word, precisely the auditor: “he doesn’t pay money, and he doesn’t go, who would be if not him?”

The officials anxiously disperse, the mayor decides to “go on parade to the hotel” and gives hasty instructions to the quarterly regarding the street leading to the tavern and the construction of a church at a charitable institution (do not forget that it began to “be built, but burned down”, otherwise someone will blurt out, what and was not built at all). The mayor with Dobchinsky leaves in great excitement, Bobchinsky runs after the droshky like a cockerel. Anna Andreevna, the mayor's wife, and Marya Antonovna, his daughter, appear. The first scolds her daughter for her sluggishness and asks the departing husband through the window if the newcomer has a mustache and what kind of mustache. Annoyed by the failure, she sends Avdotya for the droshky.

In a small hotel room, the servant Osip lies on a master's bed. He is hungry, complains about the owner who lost money, about his thoughtless extravagance and recalls the joys of life in St. Petersburg. Ivan Alexandrovich Khlestakov appears, a young stupid man. After a squabble, with increasing timidity, he sends Osip for dinner - if they don't give it, then for the owner. Explanations with the tavern servant are followed by a crappy dinner. Having emptied the plates, Khlestakov scolds, about this time the mayor inquires about him. In a dark room under the stairs, where Khlestakov lodges, they meet. Sincere words about the purpose of the trip, about the formidable father who called Ivan Alexandrovich from St. Petersburg, are mistaken for a skillful invention incognito, and the mayor understands his cries about his unwillingness to go to prison in the sense that the visitor will not cover up his misdeeds. The mayor, lost in fear, offers the visitor money and asks to move into his house, as well as to inspect - for the sake of curiosity - some institutions in the city, "somehow charitable and others." The visitor unexpectedly agrees, and, having written two notes on the tavern account, to Strawberry and his wife, the mayor sends Dobchinsky with them (Bobchinsky, who was diligently eavesdropping at the door, falls to the floor with her), and he goes with Khlestakov.

Anna Andreevna, waiting impatiently and anxiously for news, is still annoyed with her daughter. Dobchinsky comes running with a note and a story about the official that "he is not a general, but will not yield to the general", about his menacingness at the beginning and softening afterwards. Anna Andreevna reads a note, where the transfer pickles and caviar is interspersed with a request to prepare a room for the guest and take wine from the merchant Abdulin. Both ladies, quarreling, decide which dress to wear to whom. The mayor and Khlestakov return, accompanied by Strawberry (whose labardan had just been eaten in the hospital), Khlopov and the indispensable Dobchinsky and Bobchinsky. The conversation concerns the successes of Artemy Filippovich: from the time he took office, all the sick "recover like flies." The mayor delivers a speech about his disinterested zeal. The exasperated Khlestakov is interested in whether it is possible to play cards somewhere in the city, and the mayor, understanding the trick in the question, strongly speaks out against the cards (not embarrassed in the least by his recent victory over Khlopov). Completely unleashed by the appearance of the ladies, Khlestakov tells how in Petersburg they took him for the commander-in-chief, that he and Pushkin are on a friendly footing, how he once managed the department, which was preceded by persuasion and sending thirty-five thousand one couriers to him; he paints his unparalleled severity, predicts his imminent work in field marshals, which leads to the mayor with his entourage panic fear, in which fear everyone disperses when Khlestakov retires to sleep. Anna Andreevna and Marya Antonovna, arguing over who the newcomer looked at more, together with the mayor, vying with each other, ask Osip about the owner. He answers so ambiguously and evasively that, assuming an important person in Khlestakov, they only affirm themselves in that. The mayor orders police officers to stand on the porch in order to keep out merchants, petitioners and anyone who could complain.

Officials in the mayor’s house confer on what to do, decide to give the visitor a bribe and persuade Lyapkin-Tyapkin, famous for his eloquence (“every word, Cicero flew off the tongue”), to be the first. Khlestakov wakes up and scares them off. The utterly cowardly Lyapkin-Tyapkin, having entered with the intention of giving money, cannot even answer coherently whether he has been serving for a long time and what he has served; he drops the money and considers himself almost arrested already. Khlestakov, who raised the money, asks for a loan, for "he spent on the road." Talking with the postmaster about the pleasures of life in a county town, offering the superintendent of schools a cigar and the question of who, to his taste, is preferable - brunettes or blondes, embarrassing Strawberry with the remark that yesterday he was shorter, he takes from everyone in turn " loan" under the same pretext. Strawberries diversify the situation by denouncing everyone and offering to state their thoughts in writing. From Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky, Khlestakov immediately asks for a thousand rubles, or at least a hundred (however, he is content with sixty-five). Dobchinsky is busy about his first child, born before marriage, wanting to make him a legitimate son - and he is hopeful. Bobchinsky asks, on occasion, to tell all the nobles in St. Petersburg: senators, admirals (“yes, if the sovereign has to, tell the sovereign too”) that “Peter Ivanovich Bobchinsky lives in such and such a city.”

Having sent the landowners away, Khlestakov sat down to write a letter to his friend Tryapichkin in St. Petersburg in order to describe a funny incident, how they took him for statesman". While the owner is writing, Osip persuades him to leave as soon as possible and succeeds in his arguments. Having sent Osip away with a letter and for horses, Khlestakov receives the merchants, who are loudly prevented by the quarterly Derzhimorda. They complain about the “insults” of the mayor, lend the requested five hundred rubles (Osip takes a sugar loaf, and much more: “a rope will come in handy on the road”). Reassured merchants are replaced by a locksmith and a non-commissioned officer's wife with complaints about the same mayor. Osip sticks out the rest of the petitioners. The meeting with Marya Antonovna, who, really, did not go anywhere, but only thought if her mother was here, ends with a declaration of love, a kiss from the lying Khlestakov and his repentance on his knees. Anna Andreevna, who suddenly appeared in anger, exposes her daughter, and Khlestakov, finding her still very “appetizing”, falls to her knees and asks for her hand. He is not embarrassed by Anna Andreevna's bewildered confession that she is "married in some way", he suggests "retiring under the canopy of the jets", for "for love there is no difference." Marya Antonovna, unexpectedly running in, receives a scolding from her mother and a marriage proposal from Khlestakov, who is still on his knees. The mayor enters, frightened by the complaints of the merchants who broke through to Khlestakov, and begs not to believe the scammers. He does not understand his wife's words about matchmaking until Khlestakov threatens to shoot himself. Not really understanding what is happening, the mayor blesses the young. Osip reports that the horses are ready, and Khlestakov announces to the completely lost family of the mayor that he is going to his rich uncle for only one day, borrows money again, sits down in a carriage, accompanied by the mayor and his household. Osip carefully takes the Persian carpet on the mat.

After seeing off Khlestakov, Anna Andreevna and the mayor indulge in dreams of Petersburg life. The called merchants appear, and the triumphant mayor, having overtaken them with great fear, joyfully releases everyone with God. One after another, "retired officials, honorary persons in the city" come, surrounded by their families, in order to congratulate the family of the mayor. In the midst of congratulations, when the mayor with Anna Andreevna, among the guests languishing with envy, consider themselves a general's couple, the postmaster runs in with the message that "the official whom we took for the auditor was not the auditor." The printed letter from Khlestakov to Tryapichkin is read aloud and in turn, since every new reader, having reached the characteristics of his own person, goes blind, slips and is removed. The crushed mayor delivers a diatribe not so much to the helipad Khlestakov, as to the “clicker, paper marak”, which he will certainly insert into a comedy. General anger is directed at Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky, who started a false rumor when the sudden appearance of a gendarme announcing that “an official who arrived by personal order from St. The silent scene lasts more than a minute, during which time no one changes his position. "The curtain falls."

Comedy in five acts

There is nothing to blame on the mirror if the face is crooked.

folk proverb

Characters

Anton Antonovich Skvoznik-Dmukhanovsky, mayor. Anna Andreevna, his wife. Marya Antonovna, his daughter. Luka Lukich Khlopov, superintendent of schools. His wife. Ammos Fedorovich Lyapkin-Tyapkin, judge. Artemy Filippovich Strawberry, trustee of charitable institutions. Ivan Kuzmich Shpekin, postmaster.

Petr Ivanovich Dobchinsky Petr Ivanovich Bobchinsky

urban landowners.

Ivan Alexandrovich Khlestakov, an official from St. Petersburg. Osip, his servant. Christian Ivanovich Gibner, county physician.

Fedor Andreevich Lyulyukov Ivan Lazarevich Rastakovskiy Stepan Ivanovich Korobkin

retired officials, honorary persons in the city.

Stepan Ilyich Ukhovertov, private bailiff.

Svistunov Buttons Derzhimorda

policemen.

Abdulin, merchant. Fevronya Petrovna Poshlepkina, locksmith. Non-commissioned officer's wife. Mishka, servant of the mayor. Servant of the tavern. Guests and guests, merchants, petty bourgeois, petitioners.

Characters and costumes

Notes for gentlemen actors

Mayor, already aged in the service and a very intelligent person in his own way. Although he is a bribe-taker, he behaves very respectably; quite serious; somewhat even a reasoner; speaks neither loudly nor softly, neither more nor less. His every word is significant. His features are rough and hard, like those of anyone who has begun a hard service from the lower ranks. The transition from fear to joy, from baseness to arrogance is quite quick, like a person with a crudely developed inclination of the soul. He is dressed, as usual, in his uniform with buttonholes and boots with spurs. His hair is short, with grey. Anna Andreevna, his wife, a provincial coquette, not yet quite old, brought up half on novels and albums, half on chores in her pantry and girl's. Very curious and on occasion shows vanity. Sometimes she takes power over her husband only because he does not find what to answer her; but this power extends only to trifles and consists in reprimands and ridicule. She changes into different dresses four times throughout the play. Khlestakov, a young man of about twenty-three, thin, thin; somewhat stupid and, as they say, without a king in his head, one of those people who are called empty in the offices. He speaks and acts without any thought. He is unable to stop constant attention for any thought. His speech is abrupt, and words fly out of his mouth quite unexpectedly. The more the person who plays this role shows sincerity and simplicity, the more he will benefit. Dressed in fashion. Osip, the servant, is the way servants of a few older years usually are. He speaks earnestly, looks down a little, is a reasoner, and likes to lecture himself for his master. His voice is always almost even, in conversation with the master it takes on a stern, abrupt and even somewhat rude expression. He is smarter than his master and therefore guesses more quickly, but he does not like to talk much and is a rogue in silence. His suit is a gray or blue shabby frock coat. Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky, both short, short, very curious; extremely similar to each other; both with small bellies; both speak in a patter and help tremendously with gestures and hands. Dobchinsky is a little taller and more serious than Bobchinsky, but Bobchinsky is bolder and livelier than Dobchinsky. Lyapkin-Tyapkin, a judge, a man who has read five or six books, and therefore somewhat freethinking. The hunter is great at guessing, and therefore he gives weight to his every word. The person representing him must always keep a significant mine in his face. He speaks in a bass with an oblong drawl, wheezing and glanders like an old clock that hisses first and then strikes. Strawberry, the trustee of charitable institutions, is a very fat, clumsy and clumsy person, but for all that he is a sly and a rogue. Very helpful and fussy. Postmaster, a simple-minded person to the point of naivety. Other roles do not require special explanation. Their originals are almost always in front of your eyes. Gentlemen actors should especially pay attention to last scene. The last spoken word should produce an electrical shock on everyone at once, all of a sudden. The whole group must change position in the blink of an eye. The sound of astonishment should break out from all women at once, as if from one breast. From non-observance of these remarks, the whole effect may disappear.

Act one

A room in the mayor's house.

Phenomenon I

Mayor, trustee of charitable institutions, superintendent of schools, a judge , a private bailiff , a doctor , two quarterly officers .

Mayor. I have invited you, gentlemen, in order to inform you of the unpleasant news: an auditor is coming to visit us. Ammos Fedorovich. How is the auditor? Artemy Filippovich. How is the auditor? Mayor. An auditor from St. Petersburg, incognito. And with a secret order. Ammos Fedorovich. Here are those on! Artemy Filippovich. There was no concern, so give it up! Luka Lukic. Lord God! even with a secret order! Mayor. I seemed to have a presentiment: all night long I dreamed of two extraordinary rats. Really, I've never seen anything like it: black, unnatural size! came, sniffed and went away. Here I will read you a letter that I received from Andrey Ivanovich Chmykhov, whom you, Artemy Filippovich, know. Here is what he writes: “Dear friend, godfather and benefactor (mumbles in an undertone, quickly running his eyes)...and notify you." A! Here: “I hasten, by the way, to notify you that an official has arrived with an order to inspect the entire province and especially our district (significantly raises a finger up). I learned this from the most reliable people, although he presents himself as a private individual. Since I know that you, like everyone else, have sins, because you are a smart person and do not like to let go of what floats into your hands ... "(stopping), well, here are your own ... "then I advise you take precautions, for he can arrive at any hour, unless he has already arrived and lives somewhere incognito... me and my husband; Ivan Kirilovich has become very fat and still plays the violin...” and so on and so forth. So here is the circumstance! Ammos Fedorovich. Yes, the circumstance is... extraordinary, simply extraordinary. Something out of the blue. Luka Lukic. Why, Anton Antonovich, why is this? Why do we need an auditor? Mayor. For what! So, apparently, fate! (Sighing.) So far, thank God, we have been approaching other cities; Now it's our turn. Ammos Fedorovich. I think, Anton Antonovich, that there is a subtle and more political reason. This means this: Russia ... yes ... wants to wage war, and the ministry, you see, sent an official to find out if there was treason somewhere. Mayor. Ek where enough! Another smart person! Treason in the county town! What is he, borderline, or what? Yes, from here, even if you ride for three years, you will not reach any state. Ammos Fedorovich. No, I'll tell you, you're not the right one ... you're not ... The authorities have subtle views: for nothing it's far away, but it winds its mustache. Mayor. Winds or does not shake, but I warned you, gentlemen. Look, in my part I made some orders, I advise you too. Especially to you, Artemy Filippovich! Without a doubt, a passing official will want first of all to inspect the charitable establishments under your jurisdiction, and therefore you will make sure that everything is decent: the caps are clean, and the sick do not look like blacksmiths, as they usually do at home. Artemy Filippovich. Well, that's nothing. Caps, perhaps, can be put on and clean. Mayor. Yes, and also inscribe above each bed in Latin or in some other language ... that’s in your line, Christian Ivanovich, any illness: when someone fell ill, on what day and date ... It’s not good that you have such patients they smoke strong tobacco so that you always sneeze when you enter. Yes, and it would be better if there were fewer of them: they would immediately attribute them to bad looking or to the lack of skill of a doctor. Artemy Filippovich. ABOUT! As for healing, Christian Ivanovich and I took our measures: the closer to nature, the better, we do not use expensive medicines. A simple man: if he dies, he will die anyway; if he recovers, then he will recover. Yes, and it would be difficult for Khristian Ivanovich to communicate with them: he does not know a word of Russian.

Khristian Ivanovich makes a sound, partly similar to the letter And and a few on e.

Mayor. I would also advise you, Ammos Fedorovich, to pay attention to government places. In your front hall, where petitioners usually go, the watchmen have brought domestic geese with little goslings, which dart under their feet. It is, of course, commendable to anyone to start a household, and why shouldn’t I start a watchman? only, you know, it's indecent in such a place... I wanted to point this out to you before, but somehow I forgot everything. Ammos Fedorovich. But today I will order them all to be taken to the kitchen. Would you like to come to dinner. Mayor. Besides, it's bad that you have all sorts of rubbish drying up in your very presence and a hunting rapnik just above the cupboard with papers. I know you love hunting, but it’s better to accept him for a while, and then, as soon as the inspector passes by, perhaps you can hang him again. Also your assessor ... he is, of course, a knowledgeable person, but he smells like he just left the distillery, this is also not good. I wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I was, I don’t remember, entertained by something. There is against this remedy, if it is already real, as he says, it has a natural smell: you can advise him to eat onions, or garlic, or something else. In this case, Christian Ivanovich can help with various medications.

Christian Ivanovich makes the same sound.

Ammos Fedorovich. No, it is already impossible to drive him out: he says that his mother hurt him as a child, and since then he gives away a little vodka from him. Mayor. Yes, I just noticed that. As for the internal order and what Andrei Ivanovich calls in his letter sins, I can’t say anything. Yes, and it is strange to say: there is no person who would not have some sins behind him. It is already so arranged by God Himself, and the Voltairians speak against it in vain. Ammos Fedorovich. What do you think, Anton Antonovich, sins? Sins to sins strife. I tell everyone openly that I take bribes, but why bribes? Greyhound puppies. This is a completely different matter. Mayor. Well, puppies or whatever all bribes. Ammos Fedorovich. No, Anton Antonovich. But, for example, if someone has a fur coat that costs five hundred rubles, and his wife has a shawl ... Mayor. Well, what if you take bribes with greyhound puppies? But you don't believe in God; you never go to church; but at least I am firm in the faith and go to church every Sunday. And you... Oh, I know you: if you start talking about the creation of the world, your hair will just stand on end. Ammos Fedorovich. Why, he came by himself, by his own mind. Mayor. Well, otherwise a lot of intelligence is worse than none at all. However, I only mentioned the county court in this way; and to tell the truth, it is unlikely that anyone will ever look there: it is such an enviable place, God himself patronizes it. And here you are, Luka Lukich, just as a caretaker educational institutions, you need to take care especially about teachers. They are people, of course, scientists and were brought up in different colleges, but they have very strange actions, naturally inseparable from the academic title. One of them, for example, this one, that has a fat face ... I don’t remember his last name, he can’t do without making a grimace, having ascended the pulpit, like this (makes a grimace), and then starts with his hand from - iron your beard under a tie. Of course, if he makes such a face to a student, then it’s still nothing: maybe it’s there and it’s needed so, I can’t judge about it; but you judge for yourself, if he does this to a visitor, it can be very bad: Mr. Auditor or another who can take it personally. From this the devil knows what can happen. Luka Lukic. What am I supposed to do with him? I've told him several times. Just the other day, when our leader came into the classroom, he cut a face like I've never seen before. He made it from good heart, and I reprimand: why are free-thinking thoughts inspired by youth. Mayor. I must also remark to you about the teacher in the historical part. He is a learned head - this is evident, and he has picked up a lot of information, but he only explains with such fervor that he does not remember himself. I once listened to him: well, for the time being he was talking about the Assyrians and Babylonians nothing else, but how I got to Alexander the Great, I cannot tell you what happened to him. I thought it was a fire, by God! I ran away from the pulpit and that I have the strength to grab the chair on the floor. It is, of course, Alexander the Macedonian hero, but why break the chairs? from this loss to the treasury. Luka Lukic. Yes, he's hot! I have already noticed this to him several times ... He says: "As you wish, for science, I will not spare my life." Mayor. Yes, such is the already inexplicable law of fate: a smart person is either a drunkard, or he will build such a face that at least endure the saints. Luka Lukic. God forbid to serve in the scientific part! You are afraid of everything: everyone gets in the way, everyone wants to show that he is also an intelligent person. Mayor. That would be nothing, damn incognito! Suddenly he looks: “Ah, you are here, my dears! And who, say, is the judge here? Lyapkin-Tyapkin. “And bring Lyapkin-Tyapkin here! And who is the trustee of charitable institutions? "Strawberry". “And bring Strawberries here!” That's what's bad!

Phenomenon II

The same postmaster.

Postmaster. Explain, gentlemen, what official is coming? Mayor. Haven't you heard? Postmaster. I heard from Petr Ivanovich Bobchinsky. I just had it at the post office. Mayor. Well? How do you think about it? Postmaster. What do I think? there will be a war with the Turks. Ammos Fedorovich. In one word! I myself thought the same. Mayor. Yes, they both hit the sky with their fingers! Postmaster. Right, the war with the Turks. It's all French crap. Mayor. What a war with the Turks! It will just be bad for us, not for the Turks. This is already known: I have a letter. Postmaster. And if so, then there will be no war with the Turks. Mayor. Well, how are you, Ivan Kuzmich? Postmaster. What am I? How are you, Anton Antonovich? Mayor. What am I? There is no fear, but just a little... Merchants and citizenship confuse me. They say that I fell in love with them, and I, by God, if I took it from someone else, then, right, without any hatred. I even think (takes his arm and pulls him aside), I even think if there was any denunciation against me. Why do we really need an auditor? Listen, Ivan Kuzmich, can you, for our common benefit, every letter that arrives at your post office, incoming and outgoing, you know, sort of print it out a little and read: whether it contains some kind of report or just correspondence. If not, then you can seal it again; however, you can even give a letter printed out like that. Postmaster. I know, I know... Don't teach this, I do it not so much as a precaution, but more out of curiosity: I love death to know what's new in the world. I can tell you that this is an interesting read. You will read another letter with pleasure different passages are described in this way ... and what edification ... better than in Moskovskie Vedomosti! Mayor. Well, tell me, have you read anything about some official from St. Petersburg? Postmaster. No, there is nothing about St. Petersburg, but much is said about Kostroma and Saratov. It is a pity, however, that you do not read letters: there are beautiful places. Just recently, a lieutenant wrote to a friend and described the ball in the most playful ... very, very well: “My life, dear friend, flows, says, in the empyrean: there are many young ladies, music plays, the standard jumps ...” , With great feeling described. I left it on purpose. Do you want me to read? Mayor. Well, it's not up to that now. So, do me a favor, Ivan Kuzmich: if a complaint or a report comes across by chance, then detain without any reasoning. Postmaster. With great pleasure. Ammos Fedorovich. See if you ever get it for it. Postmaster. Ah, fathers! Mayor. Nothing, nothing. It would be another matter if you made something public out of it, but this is a family affair. Ammos Fedorovich. Yes, something bad has happened! And I, I confess, was going to you, Anton Antonovich, in order to regale you with a little dog. Sister to the male you know. After all, you heard that Cheptovich and Varkhovinsky started a lawsuit, and now I have the luxury of baiting hares on the lands of both. Mayor. Fathers, your hares are not dear to me now: I have a cursed incognito sitting in my head. So you wait for the door to open and walk ...

Phenomenon III

The same ones, Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky, both enter out of breath.

Bobchinsky. Emergency! Dobchinsky. Unexpected news! All . What, what is it? Dobchinsky. Unforeseen business: we arrive at the hotel ... Bobchinsky (interrupting). We arrive with Pyotr Ivanovich at the hotel ... Dobchinsky (interrupting). Eh, allow me, Pyotr Ivanovich, I'll tell you. Bobchinsky. Eh, no, let me... let me, let me... you don't even have such a style... Dobchinsky. And you will go astray and do not remember everything. Bobchinsky. I remember, by God, I remember. Don't interfere, let me tell you, don't interfere! Tell me, gentlemen, do me a favor so that Pyotr Ivanovich does not interfere. Mayor. Yes, for God's sake, what is it? My heart is out of place. Sit down, gentlemen! Take the chairs! Pyotr Ivanovich, here's a chair for you.

Everyone sits down around both Petrov Ivanovichs.

Well, what, what is it?

Bobchinsky. Let me, let me: I'm all right. As soon as I had the pleasure of leaving you after you deigned to be embarrassed by the letter you received, yes, so I ran in at the same time ... please don’t interrupt, Pyotr Ivanovich! I know everything, everything, everything, sir. So, if you please, I ran to Korobkin's. And not finding Korobkin at home, he turned to Rastakovsky, and not having found Rastakovsky, he went to Ivan Kuzmich to tell him the news you received, yes, going from there, I met with Pyotr Ivanovich ... Dobchinsky (interrupting). Near the booth where pies are sold. Bobchinsky. Near the booth where pies are sold. Yes, having met with Pyotr Ivanovich, and I say to him: “Have you heard about the news that Anton Antonovich received from a reliable letter?” But Pyotr Ivanovich already heard about this from your housekeeper Avdotya, who, I don’t know, was sent to Philip Antonovich Pochechuev for something. Dobchinsky (interrupting). Behind the barrel for French vodka. Bobchinsky (pulling his hands away). Behind the barrel for French vodka. So we went with Pyotr Ivanovich to Pochechuev ... You, Pyotr Ivanovich ... this ... do not interrupt, please do not interrupt! .. Let's go to Pochechuev, but on the road Pyotr Ivanovich says: , in a tavern. In my stomach ... I haven’t eaten anything since morning, so gastric trembling ... " yes, sir, in Pyotr Ivanovich's stomach ... "And now they brought fresh salmon to the tavern, so we'll eat." We had just arrived at the hotel, when suddenly a young man... Dobchinsky (interrupting). Good-looking, in particular dress... Bobchinsky. Not bad appearance, in a particular dress, walks around the room, and in the face there is a kind of reasoning ... physiognomy ... actions, and here (wiggles hand around forehead) many, many things. It was as if I had a presentiment and I say to Pyotr Ivanovich: "There is something here for a reason, sir." Yes. And Pyotr Ivanovich already blinked his finger and called the innkeeper, sir, the innkeeper Vlas: his wife gave birth to him three weeks ago, and such a smart boy, like his father, will keep the inn. Having called Vlas, Pyotr Ivanovich and ask him quietly: “Who says this young man?” and Vlas answers this: “This”, says ... Eh, do not interrupt, Pyotr Ivanovich, please do not interrupt; you won't tell, by God you won't tell: you whisper; you, I know, have one tooth in your mouth with a whistle ... “This, he says, is a young man, an official, yes, , traveling from Petersburg, and by last name, he says, Ivan Aleksandrovich Khlestakov, sir, he says, to the Saratov province and, he says, he certifies himself in a strange way: he lives for another week, does not go from the tavern, takes everything to the account and does not want to pay a penny. As he told me this, and so I was enlightened from above. "Eh!" I say to Pyotr Ivanovich... Dobchinsky. No, Pyotr Ivanovich, it was I who said: "Eh!" Bobchinsky. First you said, and then I said. "Eh! said Petr Ivanovich and I. And why should he sit here when the road to him lies in the Saratov province? Yes, sir. But he is the official. Mayor. Who, what official? Bobchinsky. The official about whom they deigned to receive a notation is the auditor. Mayor (in fear). What are you, the Lord is with you! It's not him. Dobchinsky. He! and does not pay money and does not go. Who would be if not him? And the road trip is registered in Saratov. Bobchinsky. He, he, by God, he ... So observant: he looked at everything. I saw that Pyotr Ivanovich and I were eating salmon, more because Pyotr Ivanovich about his stomach ... yes, that's how he looked into our plates. I was so terrified. Mayor. Lord, have mercy on us sinners! Where does he live there? Dobchinsky. In the fifth room, under the stairs. Bobchinsky. In the same room where passing officers had a fight last year. Mayor. And how long has he been here? Dobchinsky. And two weeks already. Came to Basil the Egyptian. Mayor. Two weeks! (Aside.) Fathers, matchmakers! Take it out, saints! In these two weeks, a non-commissioned officer's wife was whipped! The prisoners were not given provisions! There is a tavern on the streets, uncleanness! A shame! vilification! (Grabs his head.) Artemy Filippovich. Well, Anton Antonovich? parade to the hotel. Ammos Fedorovich. No no! Let your head go forward, the clergy, the merchants; in the Acts of John Mason... Mayor. No no; let me myself. There were difficult cases in life, they went, and even received thanks. Perhaps God will endure even now. (Turning to Bobchinsky.) You say he is a young man? Bobchinsky. Young, about twenty-three or four years old. Mayor. So much the better: you'll sniff out the young sooner. The trouble is, if the old devil, and the young one is all at the top. You, gentlemen, get ready for your part, and I will go myself, or at least with Pyotr Ivanovich, privately, for a walk, to see if the passing people are in trouble. Hey Svistunov! Svistunov. Anything? Mayor. Go now for a private bailiff; or not, I need you. Tell someone there to get a private bailiff to me as soon as possible, and come here.

The quarterly runs in a hurry.

Artemy Filippovich. Let's go, let's go, Ammos Fedorovich! In fact, trouble can happen. Ammos Fedorovich. What are you afraid of? He put clean caps on the sick, and the ends were in the water. Artemy Filippovich. What hats! The sick are ordered to give habersup, but I have such cabbage in all the corridors that you only take care of your nose. Ammos Fedorovich. And I am at peace with this. In fact, who will go to the county court? And if he looks into some paper, he will not be happy with life. I've been sitting on the judge's chair for fifteen years, but when I look at the memorandum - ah! I just wave my hand. Solomon himself will not decide what is true and what is not true in it.

The judge, the trustee of charitable institutions, the superintendent of schools and the postmaster leave and at the door they encounter the returning quarter.

Event IV

Gorodnichiy, Bobchinsky, Dobchinsky and quarterly.

Mayor. What, the droshky are there? Quarterly. Are standing. Mayor. Go outside... or don't, wait! Go fetch... Where are the others? are you the only one? After all, I ordered that Prokhorov be here too. Where is Prokhorov? Quarterly. Prokhorov is in a private house, but he cannot be used for business. Mayor. How so? Quarterly. Yes, they brought him dead in the morning. Already two tubs of water have been poured out, I still have not sobered up. Mayor (grabbing his head). Oh my God, my God! Go outside soon, or not run first to the room, listen! and fetch a sword and a new hat from there. Well, Pyotr Ivanovich, let's go! Bobchinsky. And I, and I ... let me, Anton Antonovich! Mayor. No, no, Pyotr Ivanovich, you can't, you can't! It’s embarrassing, and we won’t fit on the droshky. Bobchinsky. Nothing, nothing, I’m like this: like a cockerel, like a cockerel, I’ll run after the droshky. I would just like to see a little in the crack, in the door, to see how these actions are with him ... Mayor (taking the sword, to the quarterly). Run now, take the tenths, and let each of them take ... Oh, how scratched the sword! The damned merchant Abdulin sees that the mayor has an old sword, he did not send a new one. Oh foolish people! And so, scammers, I think, they are already preparing requests from under the floor. Let everyone pick up down the street ... damn it, down the street on a broom! and swept the whole street that goes to the tavern, and swept clean ... Do you hear! Look, you! You! I know you: you are messing about there and stealing silver spoons in your boots, look, I have an open ear! .. What did you do with the merchant Chernyaev huh? He gave you two arshins of cloth for your uniform, and you pulled off the whole thing. Look! you do not take it according to order! Go!

Phenomenon V

The same and a private bailiff.

Mayor. Ah, Stepan Ilyich! Tell me, for God's sake: where did you disappear to? What does it look like? Private bailiff. I was right here outside the gate. Mayor. Well, listen, Stepan Ilyich! An official came from Petersburg. How did you manage there? Private bailiff. Yes, just as you ordered. I sent the quarterly Buttons with tenths to clean the sidewalk. Mayor. Where is Derzhimorda? Private bailiff. Derzhimorda rode the fire pipe. Mayor. Is Prokhorov drunk? Private bailiff. Drunk. Mayor. How did you let it happen like that? Private bailiff. Yes, God knows. Yesterday there was a fight outside the city, went there for order, and returned drunk. Mayor. Listen, you do this: quarterly Buttons ... he tall, so let it stand for landscaping on the bridge. Yes, hastily sweep out the old fence, which is near the shoemaker, and put a straw milestone so that it looks like a layout. The more it breaks, the more it means the activities of the mayor. Oh my god! I forgot that there were forty cartloads of rubbish piled up next to that fence. What a nasty city this is! just put some kind of monument somewhere or just a fence the devil knows where they are and they will inflict all sorts of rubbish! (Sighs.) Yes, if a visiting official asks the service: are you satisfied? to say: “Everything is happy, your honor”; and whoever is dissatisfied, then after the ladies of such displeasure ... Oh, oh, ho, ho, x! sinful, in many ways sinful. (Takes a case instead of a hat.) God grant that I get away with it as soon as possible, and there I will put a candle like no one else has put: I will charge every merchant’s beast to deliver three poods of wax. Oh my God, my God! Let's go, Pyotr Ivanovich! (Instead of a hat, he wants to put on a paper case.) Private bailiff. Anton Antonovich, this is a box, not a hat. Mayor (throwing the box). A box is a box. Damn her! Yes, if they ask why the church was not built at a charitable institution, for which a sum was allocated five years ago, then do not forget to say that it began to be built, but burned down. I submitted a report on this. And then, perhaps, someone, having forgotten, will foolishly say that it never even started. Yes, tell Derzhimorda not to give free rein to his fists; for the sake of order, he puts lanterns under everyone's eyes to both the right and the guilty. Let's go, let's go, Pyotr Ivanovich! (Leaves and returns.) Yes, do not let the soldiers out into the street without anything: this wretched garrison will put on only a uniform over the shirt, and there is nothing below.

Everyone leaves.

Event VI

Anna Andreevna and Marya Antonovna run onto the stage.

Anna Andreevna. Where, where are they? Oh, my God! .. (Opening the door.) Husband! Antosha! Anton! (Speaks soon.) And all you, and everything behind you. And she went to dig: "I'm a pin, I'm a scarf." (Running to the window and screaming.) Anton, where, where? What, arrived? auditor? with a mustache! what mustache? Mayor's voice. After, after, mother! Anna Andreevna. After? Here's the news after! I don't want to after... I only have one word: what is he, Colonel? A? (With disdain.) Gone! I will remember this! And all this: “Mother, mother, wait, I’ll pin a scarf behind; me now." Here you are now! You didn't know anything! And all the damned coquetry; heard that the postmaster is here, and let's pretend in front of the mirror; and from that side, and from this side it will do. He imagines that he is dragging after her, and he just makes a grimace at you when you turn away. Maria Antonovna. But what to do, mother? We'll find out in two hours anyway. Anna Andreevna. In two hours! thank you very much. Here is the answer! How did you not guess to say that in a month you can find out even better! (Looks out the window.) Hey Avdotya! A? What, Avdotya, did you hear, someone came there? .. Didn't you hear? What a stupid! Waving his hands? Let him wave, and you would still ask him. Couldn't find out! Nonsense in my head, all the suitors are sitting. A? They left soon! Yes, you would run after the droshky. Get on, get on now! Do you hear, run and ask where we went; Yes, ask carefully: what kind of visitor, what is he like, do you hear? Peep through the crack and find out everything, and what kind of eyes: black or not, and go back this very minute, do you hear? Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry! (Screams until the curtain falls. So the curtain closes both of them, standing at the window.)

Scenario propaganda team

The inspector is coming...

Sounds like a fun tune

Song.

About one wonderful college

Or maybe not college.

Or maybe not wonderful.

We want to tell you.

(exit to music)

Director. - I invited you, gentlemen, to tell you the most unpleasant news. The inspector is coming!!!

Teacher 1. - How is the auditor?

Director. - Yes, besides incognito!

Teacher 2 - Why, Alexander Fedorovich, what is it for?

Director. - I warned you. And now let's think about where we will start showing our educational institution.

Head teacher - Yes, what is there to think, gentlemen. Here is the most creative person technical school Vera Stepanovna - teacher technologist, we will take her to her

Vera Stepanovna. - What are you, what are you, gentlemen.

Head teacher - Full of shaking, Vera Stepanovna. Not the old days. Don't put your finger in your students' mouth now - not only will they bite off a finger, they will swallow their arm up to the elbow - they won't notice. Yes, besides.

Secretary.- The official who arrived at the nominal order demands you to himself this very hour.

Auditor. - Well, gentlemen? How are you? I see you have nothing to brag about?

Head teacher “Would you like to visit the accountants?” Well, in fact, my soul yearns for enlightenment.

Accounting student.B no fear knight and reproach

At He devoted his life to a couple.

X saver of means, guardian of deadlines.

G de he - don’t try to steal there!

A active, bold and energetic,

L courteous, polite and smart.

T rudolyubiv, always tactful.

E everyone respects it. So who is he?

R you can finish the task on time

By the first letters of these lines.

(song "Accountant")

Auditor. Alexander Fedorovich, you want to kill me? Yes, these accountants know their stuff.

Director. And now if you please in the workshops.

Auditor. But who are they?

Head teacher Technicians, auto mechanics,

repairman of machine and tractor fleet

Auto Mechanic.

Turns a fairy tale into reality

For people car

It's a miracle on wheels and springs

Of the professions of our days, there is no more important mechanic

He knows a lot about cars and motors.

Appreciate all around him

Happy is the one to whom he is a friend,

Without car mechanics - like without nannies,

We will teach you everything

By aspiration, by mind,

There is no more honorary title than an auto mechanic.

Head teacher

Would you like to take a look at the garden?

The housewives work here.

Student.

Profession is unusual

Still not familiar to everyone

She has been teaching for three years.

There is no release from the people

The group is not easy.

Every year the specialty is different

First year - vegetable grower

Everyone should learn - here

Year Two - Accountant

The cook will be the third year

The people appreciated the specialty.

Auditor. And what's the crack there?

Head teacher Yes, welders are doing there

Student.

Song (Time machine "I love pasta")

I love electrodes

I burn with unearthly love

I love electrodes

And what do you want to do with me

For you it's nonsense

I'm just a welder

Put on your mask

Weld the product

It is the most beautiful of all

You will understand with all your heart

What a miracle

Then you get sick

But that's all later.

Auditor. Lord, I'm absolutely in love.

Head teacher In whom?

Auditor. In all at once. And now it would not be bad to eat.

Student. Your Majesty, the table is ready.

The cook is standing at the stove

how he soars on wings

everything rages around him

kitchen forge it.

each of his creations

just a fairy tale, surprise

thoughts, creativity flight

Those who have tried will understand.

(dish)

Tell me who's so delicious

Cooking cabbage soup

Salads, vinaigrettes.

All breakfasts and lunches.

These are our chefs, technology and managers Catering

Auditor. Gentlemen, I definitely like you, I don’t even want to take bribes.

Director. And who told you that we have a bad technical school

Auditor. this is…….. Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky

Director. - Yes, I know this Dobchinsky, he wanted to arrange his nephew to our technical school: “boy big hopes submits"

Head teacher - Yes, where are they all, these Dobchinsky, Bobchinsky, Lyapnin, Tyapkin, Khlestakov, Prostkov, to our technical school! Just listen to the songs they sing about him.

(Song "Cool you got")

Every evening in abstracts

Rests student

There are such frosts

And what's not there...

The mood of the students

Here is a task from tasks,

Not for sections and controls

In order to take a walk.

If you laugh now

If you are happy and healthy

So there is deep meaning

In reaching heights

So the technical school is beloved

It was not in vain that he gathered us,

We didn't get here in vain.

I got it and you got it!!!

Cool you got into TTS

Are you student!

You are a student, let's hit the people!

Cool you got into TTS

Are you student!

Are you student! Let's surprise people!

We are not pros yet.

But no longer the first

Pretty on the outside and stubborn on the inside

We will bend in pairs

And we'll find out everything!

The hard work of a student

Forget peace and sleep!

No free life

I'm stressed all day

I'll rock out at the disco

I'll be loaded again!

Well, let's say to the technical school_

You, our beloved, dear,

Great country Russia

You are one of us!!!

Cool we got here

Yes here!

We are students - it's great

Cool we got here

Yes here!

We are students, that's cool.

There is nothing wrong with cleaning and tidying up the city before guests visit. There is nothing even wrong with hiding something ugly with a banner. It’s bad when an unsightly building that is hidden from the eyes of guests turns out to be an architectural monument that has been standing without repair for 10 years.

The visit of Putin or foreign guests for the regions - almost always serious challenge. After all, even such a trifle as a hole in the road can cause criticism of the leadership of the region, and there it’s not far from resignation. So every city hides all its shortcomings for the visit of high-ranking guests. Not without blunders. I have compiled the Top 10 most ridiculous attempts to hide the truth from the authorities.

1. Village Barsukovskaya

In 2002, the village of Barsukovskaya in Stavropol Territory was severely damaged by floods, many residents lost their roofs over their heads. As usual, everyone who was left homeless was promised to build new houses "before the first frost."

Russian President Vladimir Putin came to look at the new buildings and talked to the happy owners of the houses. This story was shown on all channels, the whole country rejoiced that the victims of the flood received houses so quickly. There really were houses, but the victims themselves turned out to be "Potemkin". Some media reported that fake villagers were brought to the village to meet with the head of state.

“They brought two buses full of people whom no one knows, drove them to where new houses were built, but they didn’t let us in,” local residents said.

2. Lytkarino, 2011

The city was preparing for the arrival of the then President Dmitry Medvedev. The old houses were surrounded by a green mesh, supposedly they will be repaired soon. However, it was not possible to hide this absurdity from the president. “The entire Internet was blown up, they say they don’t do a damn thing,” Medvedev scolded the governor of the Moscow region. And he immediately noted that putting the city in order for the arrival of the authorities is normal, but you don’t need to make a Potemkin village out of it. And again the question arises: why is it considered the norm to ennoble the city only for the arrival of someone important? In this case, not only the actions of the city authorities, but also the lamentations of the president turned out to be window dressing.

3. Suzdal, 2013

At the beginning of November, in Suzdal, they began to wrap the collapsed, almost rotten houses in banners. These banners depicted not only the facades of houses, but also vegetation, flower pots and even cats. It turned out that the city was preparing in such an exquisite way for the visit of Putin, who was supposed to come to All-Russian Congress municipalities. But GDP was not lucky enough to appreciate the efforts of local authorities. It's a pity.

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4. Ulyanovsk, 2011

Camouflage was taken up here for the arrival of Putin. The building near the Goncharov's house-museum on Lenin Street, which had not seen repairs for a long time, was covered with a fabric depicting its facade. Artificial marble on synthetic canvases appeared on the walls along the Memorial.

In a hurry, the roads were also repaired, even the hatches were rolled into asphalt. After that, one could observe the following picture: a soldier with a metal detector examines the road and looks for a hatch.

5. Ivanovo, 2010

Photo: TASS

Here the blow was point. The window dressing was staged during Putin's visit to the regional hospital. About how things really were, he was later told during the direct line. Before the arrival of the then prime minister, new equipment was brought to the hospital, which was dismantled after Putin's departure. Doctors and nurses were instructed to call salaries an order of magnitude higher than the real ones. Also, on the eve of the long-awaited meeting, patients were removed from the wards so that they would not talk too much and complain, and replaced them with disguised employees.

6. Voronezh, 2010

Photo: AFP

The summer of 2010, if you remember, turned out to be extremely hot. So hot that a wave of fires swept across Russia. It was the fire that prompted Putin's emergency visit to Voronezh. The prime minister decided to see how the process of extinguishing and eliminating fires at the Leather Cordon is going. Local authorities simulated violent activity at the site of the extinguishing. All the volunteers, who had been engaged in extinguishing for days on end, were dispersed. A whole headquarters was deployed in the forest: they rounded up the police, the FSB, firefighters. They set up an inflatable tent as if for constant duty. During the visit itself, even several planes intended for extinguishing appeared in the air. But as soon as Putin left, the tent was removed, the representatives of the law enforcement agencies dispersed, and the volunteers returned to work again.

7. Moscow, 1980

On the eve of the Moscow Olympics, the city was carefully prepared, built, reconstructed, and updated. However, the streets of Moscow were not only cleaned, but also cleared of unwanted elements, of those who would interfere with the creation positive image capital Cities. Such outcasts were taken out for the 101st kilometer. What were these elements? They were homeless people, alcoholics, drug addicts, thieves, prostitutes. The latter were settled in sanatoriums or villages, and they were there under the strict supervision of the district police. Difficult teenagers were forcibly sent to summer camps.
Entry into the Olympic capital has also become limited. It was possible to enter only with passes, so that spontaneous tourists and those who usually went to Moscow for scarce goods would not descend.

And they also liberated Moscow for new facilities. For example, in the Olimpiysky district, entire blocks of old Moscow were destroyed. Many of the houses were examples wooden architecture early XIX century.

This is how Vypolzov Lane looked like before the big preparations for the Olympics. View from the place where the "Olympiysky" stands now, towards Durova Street.

8. Krymsk, 2012

The city, recovering from a severe flood, was waiting for a visit from Putin, who was supposed to inspect the results of restoration work. For the visit of the president in Krymsk they staged a show again. Before the guest's arrival, schoolchildren were sent to clean the streets, garbage and cigarette butts, guest workers were forced to shift street tiles. And many damaged houses were covered with siding.

Local authorities were determined to cover up unresolved issues. Many people then did not receive the promised money and equipment. Someone slipped idle Appliances.

9. Pervouralsk, 2013

The workers of the new pipe plant, which was waiting for the arrival of Vladislav Surkov, apparently did not know how to do it better and therefore decided to paint the trees red. They explained their decision as follows: "Because they are black and ugly." But the painters managed to spoil only a few trees. The boss arrived municipal institution"Urban economy" and did not allow to complete the idea.

10. Olympics 2014

There is a whole group of cities along the path of which I followed olympic fire Sochi Olympics.
In Saratov, the destroyed curbs were covered with blue fabric, the facades were hung with banners, and garbage containers were generally removed from the path of the fire. On the day of the relay itself, the roads were flooded due to non-working storm drains and warm weather. The torchbearers had to run along the boardwalks and along the curbs.

In Bryansk, "indecent" houses were also covered up.


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In Tyumen, on Osipenko Street, old wooden buildings were "dressed up" for the relay. On opaque banners - windows, doors, decorative elements and even an imitation of a log cabin.


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