Как хороша судьба элиты! Как ненавистен общий фон!...

How good is the fate of the elite! How hateful is the general background! You have been aiming for kings for so long, and finally you bought an iPhone. You sewed patches to your jeans. I did not eat and hardly drank. You put off your paycheck for a year, and finally bought it. So incredulously and timidly, having finished a string of troubles, a box fell in your palm - like an order in a sign of your victories. You seem to have become taller. As if he grew up above people. And your iPhone seemed just ... well, just mi-mi-mi-mi!
It has spirituality, ideals, and amulet, and talisman. You are above all casuals that put Nokia in your pocket. Let the guest worker dig a hole. Let the hegemon work. For them "Android" was invented, for the lower castes it suits. And we, the elite in this world, are lifted to the skies - "iPhone". Moreover, "iPhone-four". Better to have "four-es".
Hiding the treasure in your pocket, marveling at its stingy beauty, you felt differently: now you are not like everyone else. Like gnats in the beams of a canopy, the streams of the city crowd flew around without the "iPhone" - imperfect and stupid. And you stood, leaning on your horn, not noticing anyone. And I felt myself not as God, but as an application of it.
The iPhone has powerful programs. But the coolest of all other programs was for the most initiated such a thing: "Instagram". It allowed to enhance the photo of aristocrats like us (to the envy of other idiots with red-eye effects). He made masterpieces of pure beauty from consumer goods. And he sent it somewhere in the sky - where access is only for those like you.
When you value a good style, you don't like shit. And on Instagram there were filters that are not given to cattle. Its mysterious depths swallowed a photo reportage, and there was noir, and retro, and other, so to speak, vintage. As if a photo in a dusty folder flew towards us from afar. As if found at the grandmother's among the rubble of the attic. For us, discerning aesthetes, for whom beauty is important, every time he sculpted candy from outright shit. He cut the photo with a square and did something like frames. In short, we, aristocrats, badly needed Instagram.
He was mannered like jam made of black pressed caviar. He separated us all from the cattle and carried away to his worlds. Unaesthetic, as in the zone, shameful, show anyone, all the photos of the devices "Sony", "Samsung", "Nokia" and "ElZhi". Let the loser make a face, trying to surprise her friends. You are not an elite, you are an Android. And for people like you, Facebook. And you, walking with an air of pride, realized both the weight and the role: with "iPhone" you were just a lord, but with "Instagram" you are the king!
And then it was as if an asteroid fell from heaven onto our skull: who made the cattle for "Android" exactly the same Instagram? !! Well, how can you not be offended here? How not to raise a general howl? As if the clock strikes twelve above Cinderella's head! And the whole elite environment has become something like a pumpkin! You were a lord, and you became a freak! And it looks like forever! And we, folded hands obediently, experienced this shame. And suddenly the idiots on Facebook completely sold Instagram! Are you stunned there? Yes, this is fucking not getting up! But who allowed you to throw holy beads ?! Scum !!! Bl ... di !!! How is it ?! Now he will not distinguish a country where there are sophisticated aesthetes, and where an ordinary punks.