The cult of death in Russia/RosSMI
In the 80s, the general secretaries of the USSR were buried one after another. It was called “carriage racing” – the next general secretary was put on a wheelset from a cannon (carriage – Lafette) and driven around Moscow in front of the mausoleum.
A new reading of the “classics”
Now the Russians are burying the military easier. The carriage still needs to be earned – for the most part, the old “Gazelle” brings in some *benya another vanka, which they will sing at the local House of Culture. -dead end by his name. Well, actually, that's all.
The burial of the deputy commander of a separate special forces brigade, Captain Vitaly Kokorin/RosSMI
On pathos
Buried in winter and autumn among puddles, shit and attributes of Russian off-road.
But it should be noted that when there is still snow, everything looks okay.
The same when everything is overgrown with grass or flowers begin to bloom. Then the Russian outback looks even more or less okay. There is no asphalt anyway, but the lush greenery is somehow distracting.
In cities, sometimes people are buried very pathetically. Probably more dough or pretentious relatives. In reality, some fucking Russian contractor can be buried as some kind of colonel from the periphery.
