"Мне противны ваши обычаи, ваша лень, ваши драки,...

“I’m disgusted by your customs, your laziness, your fights, your arrogance,” says the colleague’s son, a 22-year-old student who returned after 5 years of study in the United States and is preparing documents for departure back. “You don’t know how to work, but You know how to envy: You don’t have any business streak, in fact you are all slaves, but you complain about the authorities who are holding you back.

You are inhospitable, walk with gloomy faces, never smile, and by sight it is clear that you won’t interrogate snow in the winter. If you have not been rude in a store, on the street, in transport, then consider that the day went well.

I hate how you furnish homes - ugly chipboard furniture, ugly elephants, ugly peeing boys, ugly carpets on the walls. And no personality. You walk around friends and you can’t even understand who you just had.

You are all poor and complain about the rich and hate them, but still dream of becoming them. Moreover, the rich are that song. In America, rich horseradish can be distinguished from poor. A man is not a fan of wearing sneakers for 30 bucks, here everyone who got rich in the worst traditions of a black man from Harlem who released a platinum disc is hung with pants, buys an expensive car, puts a golden rolex on a claw and shit on others. In the USA, I had many rich friends, about whom I knew that if not themselves, then their parents received their loot honestly. Who had startups, who started their own business. But if you have at least a million bucks, then you must have a thief, a bribe taker, or a rare bitch, whom you can say hello to. I haven’t seen a single rich man who didn’t flaunt money.

Your officials are all thieves and extortionists, without a bribe it is impossible to get a single piece of paper. I had to change my passport, so the aunt in the passport office bored my eyes and hinted at something, and when I didn’t understand, she wrote me such a list of required pieces of paper coming from Tsar Gorokh that willy-nilly everything became clear.

Your art is all some kind of shit imitating the West. I almost died of shame when I arrived on vacation with an American friend three years ago, and out of all the holes and crevices some dull rubbish rushed in burry English, and it turned out that this was a group of two homosexuals who, in addition, were very popular. There is not even a single series of the original, everything is licked one way or another from the American, and not from the very best. I was very ashamed. I whined a comrade about the great Russian culture, but you have nothing of your own, Americanism is recognized in everything, and not of the best examples. By the way, all of you are ashamed of the original culture, some kind of folk art. In the West, no one is ashamed of country music, it has its own huge niche, and many country musicians are more popular than pop artists, you all blush at the mention of balalaika, and only dull old farts listen to folk music.

Your women -... lyady, not self-respecting. For example, Tom, the guy whom I brought, the 20-year-old girl with whom I introduced him, gave on a first date, and all two weeks that we were here, hinted that he would take her to America. Other girls had the same success at the Department of Linguistics, where we went to prepare reports. It was worth saying that he was American, the girls were melting and starting to run after us.

All that you have, you are obscene and lousy. It is worth going into nature, into the forest, to see that everything is littered with shit and bottles. You have no future, and I am glad to leave here. "