The Shop of Political Dolls and Our Idiosincrazy

(from novel “Elinor Rigby”) Why we have loved England? Not for the Hide park, ancient castles and first class evergreen grasses and pastures, not for Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious, but for the awkward “puppet theatre” gamed right on the centre of London, that horrible and hellish perfomanses where deformed bodies and figures of famous politics, majors, prime–ministers queen members and other up-to-date authorities. shown as personages of harshly sardonic drama. That popular and profitable business in Albion – creating and selling monstrous shapes of theirs excellencies on the open exhibition, so sharply contrasted with our own preferences and quite other way of arts perfomanses practising by our narrow minded artists deformed sculptors, wicked painters, enslaved writers and other arts dicreators survived by creating innumerous golden statures of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic” leaders, “angel like” thefts, cleptocraties and others political idolatories from our autoritarian idiosincrazy.