a, about correspondence in an advertising agency, about corporate parties, about Channel One and bears, about the intricacies of playing football, about a week of drinking, about Esquire, about chewing gum, about “Thank God you came”, about the last ticket to the theater, about melodies in phone, good joke and a wonderful song.

Was on voice acting, talked with the actor. He told such a story. He recently voiced some documentary about the relationship between animals and people for Channel One. And in the first series there was an episode where the bear either bit to death, or did something else bad with a person. So Channel One, spitting on all the storylines, took and swapped the first and second series so that before the elections no one would see that bears can be bad. Here.

I check posters here from time to time. In one concert of Army of Lovers and Ace of Base, this is cool! But the coolest thing is that 23-year-old (or whatever it is) Rodion Gazmanov is participating in the concert of the Legend of Retro FM.

I don't understand this football thing. These peppers chasing the ball, earning millions, while there is the concept of "right-footed" player and "left-footed". Well, like with which foot he hits well, and which one he doesn’t know how to do at all. Generally, practically. I have never played football professionally, I have never received at least some money for it, moreover, I don’t even pretend to be a good amateur player, but I kick from two legs, no problem, for me there is no difference between right and left. And quite often I get the ball into the goal. And these Gavriks who “do their hair in the rain” and get millions are one-legged!
The admiration of our commentators about the “blow of the rally” also kills me. They are so admired. Ay-yay-yay, how difficult it is to apply. The ball is already flying, just kicking it again is enough, that football has never been played, experts? And the fact that, as a rule, such blows are very beautiful, yes. But there is no difficulty in these strikes. Play football!

I'm going to have some hell of an alcohol hit this week. Arrives from Israel on the 18th letchik , whom I have not seen for six years, on the 19th corporate party in Gray, on the 20th - in MILK. Brief: stay alive.

Many are interested in where I get such delicious chewing gum that I treat good people. I'm telling a secret. They are sold in one tent (for St. Petersburg - a stall) of the city on the Garden Ring, if you walk along Novy Arbat and the Oktyabr cinema is left on the right. There are many different ones, but I like Trident. There is not a word in Russian on them, our pilots just stupidly bring them from the USA. Many different flavors that are not available in public chewing gum. They cost 120 rubles per pack, but very tasty.

Before, to form an opinion about popular people, I watched the Sharks of the Pen program. Well, how they answer questions, how they joke, how they lie, how they get out. For a long time this program, unfortunately, no, but oh well. Now I like the program “Thank God you came” on STS. Famous people, situation, improvisation. There was a well-known comrade from the Sochi KVN team and a resident of the Comedy Club Alexander Revva. Well, zero! No fun, no resourcefulness, no gum, no club. He played and plays his roles excellently in miniatures, but as an improviser - nothing. As well as other kvnschiki participating in this program. Except, perhaps, only Slepakov and Martirosyan.

I finally decided to cut my hair, otherwise it was overgrown. Although half of the acquaintances say do not cut your hair, you look cool, like a sparrow on a drinking bout, the other half says cut your hair, you look like a shitty, like a sparrow on a drinking bout. Still, I decided to call my hairdresser. So, damn, for the money that no normal dude would spend on a haircut, I can't get an appointment with him. Everything is scheduled until the beginning of January. Everyone went crazy. Wake up, the main thing is inner beauty!

New Radiohead. Well, it's really boring. I wanted to pay tribute to the great band for the brilliant move with the sale of the album, to buy a super-duper-para-trooper edition for 40 pounds, but I did not force myself. I listened to the album ten times. Why so boring? I understand that York is already writing albums exclusively for the newly-made daddy (congratulations again!) Seryoga radiojazz Stepanov, but there are other people. Well, after all, “HTTT” was a lot more cheerful, and “Amnesiac” is not so boring, and “Kid A” is so generally excellent. In general, I don't know. It's not rosy.

Girls, turn to page 87 of the December Esquire. How are you?

The bullshit that mrparker spread (unlike many, I'm his reader, I like him) turned out to be bullshit. In at least two respects. First. MakSim - an unconditional breakthrough last year (three hits in our time is a breakthrough, and “Becoming the Wind” is generally powerful), released an absolutely empty album “My Paradise”, which, by inertia, was bought by an audience of 1.2 million people . Second. Steaks according to his recipe are not as tasty as those according to Sherstkov's recipe. Next year, when you all return from Courchevel, I will publish the cooking method step by step. One of these days I'll check whether Parker is talking about the band… I don't remember what it's called, but the absolutely wonderful Alexei Romanov from “Amega” participates there.

A month and a half before the performance, I bought one (one! Last!) ticket to Playing the Victim. A month and a half before the performance. One ticket.

I don't understand people who leave their cell phones at work and go off to smoke, go to the toilet, and chat on the landline. As they leave, a hell of a fucking tune starts playing from the phone at a hell of a volume. And after all, the caller wants to repeat the call! And again this melody! It is clear that their own melody smells like raspberries, but strangers - they are always infernal. The only exception is when the phone is charging, I am ready to withstand any MakSim, any Zemfira, any Anyone - charging is sacred. In other cases, the bodies should be next to the body.

Joke of the month.
Worth Yeltsin (E) fishing. The plaid shirt is rolled up to the elbow, sweatpants are knee-deep. It is worth happy, cool, pecking. Putin arrives (P).
P: Boris Nikolayevich, get ready urgently.
E: What is it?
P: Schroeder is coming, we need to meet him at the airport.
E: Well, meet me without me, Volodya, you are the president.
P: Yes, we owe so much dough, you need to be.
They take Yeltsin from fishing in the same form in which he was - in a shirt, in sweatpants.
Airport.
Schroeder comes down the ladder.
P (pointing to Yeltsin's knee-deep sweatpants): Boris Nikolayevich, lower your pants.
E (taking off his pants and turning his ass to Schroeder): Fuck, how much do you owe them?

And it's a wonderful song.
Soon New Year. We continue

I had a chance to meet a living legend.

A few days ago I was in St. Petersburg on business, near the Moskovskaya metro station. I go out and hear - someone on bongs anneals - it's so fun, provocatively. The weather is vile, it rains from the sky - and the drums are sausage, like in Havana on the beach.

I couldn't get past.

An old man is sitting on a backpack. He himself is long, skinny, hairy and with a beard - already gray-haired, but he was clearly red once. Three sweaters. And on the legs there are creepy props - once there were sneakers, but now they are ruins wrapped in tape. And he smiles joyfully, and burns on the drums. The hat is in front of him, and there are coins in it.

He looks at me, how I get a hundred and put it in his hat, rejoices.

Great, already earned for lunch. - speaks. - Maybe I’ll hit the pedals today, otherwise I won’t reach the warm edges in such places. The fourth day I'm in your city, it's time to move on.

Then something clicked in my memory, I remembered.

Brother, is your name, by any chance, Rodion?

Smiling, shaking his head.

No, this is how they write about me in their papers, but they don’t call me that.

Well, that happened, it means ... I extend my hand:

Hello, Red. Greetings from Luka, who is Komarov.

I heard this legend in 2005, at the "Invasion". There, in my tent, which I set up by the river, first one hippie fit in, then the second - and before I could blink, there were more than a dozen of them around us. It was fun with them, that's another story - but I'm not talking about that. I mean that at night, by the fire, one old hippie, Luka - he clarified that he was not that Luka, that there was something there, I don’t remember what, but which Komarov told a story about a man named Red.

The story was like this. (Because of the prescription of years, I don’t remember it verbatim, of course.)

In the mid-seventies of the last century, in the capital of a Baltic republic, there lived a boy whose name was Rodion. For some bullshit they put Rodik in jail for a year. He served time, went out - and something was damaged in his head, on the basis of prison and freedom. He could not stay at home, within four walls, for a long time. Dropped everything and started wandering. Since then, he wanders around the country, hitchhiking, and often on foot, never sleeps twice in the same room, usually in nature at all. He threw away his name along with the documents, but he calls himself Red. It is easy to recognize him, he is red like an orange, and he is always smiling.

If you see him, Luke said, do him something good. Well, say hello.

So I met a man who, like the Let's Fool, walks around the world. Longer than I live. It cost me half the stash - good boots, a warm jacket, although from second-hand, but fit and decent, a sleeping bag instead of rags burned many times, well, five, in cash. We talked for four hours in total.

And I went home, and Red flew to warm lands.

Yes, so why am I writing all this at all.

If you see a cheerful red-haired boy who is playing drums in the body of a gray-haired old man, please do something good for him. And say hello, from Khvost, who is Koshkin.

The secret of the name - Rodion

Rodion- Russian form of the ancient Greek name Herodion - hero, heroic. The name appears from time to time in countryside, then in the cities.

Name zodiac: Scorpion.
Planet: Pluto.
name color: dark crimson.
Talisman stone: aquamarine.
Favorable plant: jasmine, chrysanthemum.
Name patron: scorpion.
Happy day: Tuesday.
Lucky season: autumn.
Main features: emotionality, resilience.

NAME DAYS, HOLY PATRONS

Rodion, holy apostle, 23 (10) November. Lived in the 1st century, a relative of the Apostle Paul. He was a bishop in the city of Tatras, left the pulpit, went to Rome together with the Apostle Paul to preach the Faith of Christ. He was beheaded on the same day and hour that the Apostle Paul was crucified.

FOLK SIGNS, CUSTOMS

Mortar and snowstorms begin with Rodion: Rodion came - he will take the peasant in full! Rodion warmly drives out.

NAME AND CHARACTER

As a child, Rodik is unhurried, even seems phlegmatic, but internally this nature is very sensitive. It is impossible to speak with him dismissively, to humiliate him. Proud and mindful, he will not forgive this. At school, he already knows his own worth, if necessary, he can stand up for himself. Much in Rodion's later life depends on upbringing, what values ​​will be instilled in him. It is especially important for him personal example parents. Moderately, not scolding, but with the help of a logical explanation of "why", parents should direct his interests to science, literature, art, sports.

Adult Rodion is still susceptible to everything external. He is internally tense and constantly ready to throw. But such qualities as patience, endurance, the ability to concentrate efforts lead to a prosperous career.

Rodion is a strict, enterprising, impressionable person. He likes exact sciences, maybe a scientist, teacher, high-ranking official. It also has creativity, he is a good art critic, architect, director.

Rodion feels confident in life, he is quite stable, without bright ups and heavy falls. With outward calmness, he is a sympathetic person, he has a lot of spiritual warmth. With age, he becomes less emotionally intense, more sensual. However, he is extremely jealous, ready to tear to shreds anyone who encroaches on his beloved. Rodion has a lot of sexual desires and a rich erotic program. He is attentive and caring to his wife, which costs him a lot of self-sacrifice at the beginning of the marriage, but leads to the stability and strength of the relationship later. Rodion and his wife have a good love and friendship union.

Surname: Rodionovich, Rodionovna.

NAME IN HISTORY AND ART

Rodion Lubutsky (?), a boyar, was tonsured by Sergius of Radonezh in the Trinity-Sergius Monastery under the name Oslyabl.

In 1380, when Grand Duke Dmitry Donskoy went on a campaign against the Tatars and drove into the Trinity-Sergievsky monastery, Sergius ordered Oslyaba, along with another monk, Peresvet, to accompany the army of the Grand Duke on the campaign. In the battle on the Kulikovo field, Oslyabl and Peresvet fought heroically, Peresvet died. Oslyabl returned to his abode.

In 1398, already in the reign of the son of Dmitry Donskoy, Grand Duke Vasily Dmitrievich, Oslabl was sent to Tsargrad with the help of the emperor, as the chronicle writes; "for their impoverishment." Byzantium was besieged and devastated by the Turkish Sultan Bayazet. The Emperor and Patriarch of Constantinople received Rodion-Os-lyabya with great honor "and sent to the Grand Duke a miraculous icon, on which the Savior is written in a white sacristy; that icon stands in the Church of his Annunciation, in his courtyard and to this day on the left bow side".

It doesn't matter to us how many years and winters pass,
In any year, in any age,
We will say with confidence that our Rodion
We are the dearest person.
He is outwardly beautiful, he is kind, smart,
At least if not more
And no matter how much time passes,
May it stay the same!

All our congratulations to Rodion!
And his wishes are boundless.
We wish him wonderful dreams!
We wish him incredible luck.
We wish you health and bright love!
More reasons for a good laugh!
Forget all your problems today.
Let there be fun! Let there be fun!

How nice to congratulate friends!
Rodya, happy birthday, dear!
Cups full pour quickly
Let's drink your golden character!
We propose a toast to strength and good luck,
For being who you are!
Handsome, smart, humorous, reliable
We consider it an honor to be friends with you!

He is native to the whole universe
One is the boy Rodion:
I give my love to Roda!
And I want to be with him all my life -
The fire of love is inextinguishable.
But he doesn't like me! ?

You are free and active
But you are by no means naive!
Strong, brave and kind,
And to others - not indifferent!
You are a very faithful comrade,
The husband is intelligent and exemplary!
Women are all as one
Crazy about Rodion!
Friend, we congratulate you
We wish to be rich
Have fun with luck
Accept congratulations!

I'll take the accordion
And I'll play the rumba
And for this Rodion
Gotta drink a glass!
I'll take the accordion
I'll sing a ditty.
And for this Rodion
Gotta drink a mug!
Where is the cognac "Napoleon"
Or mother-in-law moonshine?
This is not an obstacle.
To health, Rodion!
Cheers, Rodion!
Let's drink to Rodion!!!

According to the unspoken law
I just came up with -
With the one called Rodion,
Very lucky friends.
He is responsive and reliable
Will never let you down
If necessary, be careful
It needs to be torn to shreds.
Selects in circulation
Necessary, optimal tone.
Don't stoop to vengeance
For the offense of Rodion.
Looks at you with a smile
Keep a decent look.
And always forgive the mistake
But betrayal will not forgive.
However, if someone changes -
So it wasn't a friend.
There are even opinions about such people here
We don't want to express.
But we keep repeating
Let's get it across to everyone:
“We were lucky with Rodion,
We're lucky, we're lucky!"