Biography of sprats

Here life teaches us, teaches us, but it seems that it doesn’t have time to teach anything to the end ... So, about what is it? How, haven't you said yet?

I apologize, this is apparently age -related. Today I want to toss about sprats. Yes, the usual sprats that they were in our blessed Soviet time. Golden, like the teeth of visiting gypsies trying to guess you a rich groom on the street. Crushing, like a pack of brand new rubles just received at the cash desk as a prize for re-exceeding your team of socialist obligations ... In those unforgettable times, sandwiches with sprats in our glorious city of Khanty-Mansiysk could only taste in one place-in the dining room of the District House of Councils where, by the way, any mortal could easily go.

Next to them on the window stood plates with other delicacies: halves of boiled eggs with a slide of green peas and a spoon of mayonnaise! Today in any store you can buy dozens of species of sprats - in round, square, oval tins and glass jars made in Vladik and St. Petersburg, Ryazan and Vladimir, Moscow and Nakhodka. See how brightly, beckoning, they look attractive, promising every lucky bunch of a divine taste.

Only the turfs behind the ring on the lid - and you will be smoked community ... In recent years, from time to time I “pulled the rings” on banks produced in Vladik and St. Petersburg, Ryazan and Vladimir, Moscow and Nakhodka, and everywhere invariably discovered only one thing - an incomprehensible and unpleasant substance, however, depending on the manufacturer, somewhat spread out of consistency and smell.

But in general, this always turned out to be a rare rubbish in a beautiful package that had nothing to do with the previous real sprats. Here, explain to me why, during the Union, the squash caviar, stew or “duchesses” made in Dushanbe, Vorkuta or Chisinau, were absolutely no different from each other? Why, then, the state considered it its duty to monitor compliance with GOSTs and did not allow to poison its citizens?

And why today the quality of the products we consume inversely in proportion to the size of the profit that lies in the pocket of businessmen, and therefore the first fell below the baseboard, and the number of billionaires in the country is growing steadily? Do not know? So I don't know. But still I sometimes buy sprats-in a vain hope at least once to try the taste of childhood and thereby realize the ghostly shadow of hope for a modern domestic manufacturer ...

However, if you look philosophically, our whole life today resembles a jar of the current spls. In appearance - gloss, neon and fanfare, and inside - an incomprehensible mass, which, of course, can be used, but I want to spit out as soon as possible ....