The New York Review of Books пишет:

Works such as Victor Pelevin's novel Generation P[3] and Vladimir Sorokin's screenplay Moscow parody the high-living plutocrats and oligarchs who dismembered what was left of the Soviet Union during the rapacious Yeltsin years. A recent Web site, vladimir .vladimirovich.ru, follows the bumbling adventures of "President Vladimir Vladimirovich™ Putin" in running a "managed democracy" (on the Web site Vladimir Vladimirovich has a ™ added to his name in order to symbolize the ubiquitous presence of the President's brand name in Russian life). Written by a young Muscovite named Maxim Kononenko, these brief fictional vignettes feature a childlike president entirely dependent on his cynical aides, unprepared for the task of steering a wounded country in any useful direction.

True to life, Kononenko's Putin carries out a brutal war in Chechnya and does his best to stamp out what's left of Russia's democracy (as with Putin's recent law canceling the popular election of regional governors), but on occasion he can be sympathetic. After the deadly terrorist attack on a school in the South Ossetian town of Beslan, the fictional Vladimir Vladimirovich™ appears on television to decry the tragedy. He starts with the usual boilerplate against "killers who turned their weapons against innocent children," but then launches into an impassioned soliloquy castigating his fellow citizens:

I don't have anything to defend you with, [Putin said]. You yourself have ruined everything with which I could have defended you. I don't have governors, just bribe-takers and anti-Semites. I don't have an army, because no one wants to serve in it. I don't have any weapons, because the generals have sold them all a long time ago and built themselves dachas. I can't put the crooks and bribe-takers into prison because as soon as I do you start screaming "Get your hands off of this one! Get your hands off of that one!" And meanwhile you're stealing from your own factories, you're not paying taxes, you're just demanding, demanding, demanding—discounts, pensions, cheaper vodka, cheaper beer, cheaper gasoline.

The President ends by announcing that a war has indeed been declared against Russia. "But don't you understand," he says, "that we declared this war on ourselves?"
http://www.nybooks.com/articles/17998

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