Все закончилось! Теперь Cпят Рязань, Казань и Тверь....

It's all over! Now Spyat Ryazan, Kazan and Tver. Norilsk and Volgograd are sleeping. The electorate sleeps in Moscow. After a busy day, sleeping free Chechnya. In a red biker robe Zyuganov sleeps beautifully. Keeping sober, Prokhorov sleeps on the yacht. Smacking like an old man, Vladimir Zhirinovsky is asleep, and Mironov is already asleep, having made a post in his LJ. In the evening, collecting toys, sleeping Medvedev on a pillow, fit entirely. Sleeps tired electoral commission. Putin in a cucumber mask sleeps sweetly, with his eyes shut. Sleeping State Department in his country, despite the light in the window. Edward Limonov is dozing near the box of cartridges. Churov sleeps, hugging the toilet seat. Snoozing Ksenia Sobchak. On the couch his double with a laptop is sleeping Navalny. Among caviar and balyk Nikita Mikhalkov is sleeping. Sweet earth sleeps around. Snooze Twitter and Facebook. The disputes in friendslists ceased, the srach in the comments stopped, All alarms, all problems, all electoral schemes, provocateurs, leaders - everything is left behind! It is done! Now is the rest time for us! We will wake up, the sun will rise, life will bloom with flowers. At this joyful moment the president will come out to the people. The president is excellent, new, honest, intelligent and intelligent - not some kind of shit! The one that we need for a long time! The promises themselves in the program will be fulfilled in an instant. And lepotas come. And the poor will retreat. And the country will come in order: there will be no more bribes here, ponts will become modest, cops will be honest, morons will become clever, vodil will become polite, troops will become powerful, mate will leave the language, wages will increase threefold and without hemorrhoids including, of course, me). The cashiers will be polite, they will be clean toilets, equipped - hospitals, protected - borders, fertile - fields, everything - by a decree from the Kremlin! We have passed our work: in the disputes, squabbles and scandal with the choice of candidates we completed the first round. We wrote in the slot thrown, our fingers are tired. The new president will now do everything for us. It will be just zashib! In vain we, perhaps, so shook right from the mouth of the mouth? Wait, there will be beauty. (with)