Russians in Egypt! Russians in Turkey! Russians are coming!
“Before, we already had enough problems. Now our Russians also take away the sun beds. A new confrontation of cultures began on the coasts of Turkey and Egypt: between Dirk and Dmitry, Natalia and Nicole. ” We offer to look at Russian tourists through the eyes of vacationers burghers.
Rosie tells the following story: “In the Royal Resort Hotel, they carved the floor under the bed and took it with them. Clean work, the maid didn’t notice anything at first, ”she grins. – They know what they are doing. After all, the carpet under the bed is almost never used. ” It is not joke. Rosie is the guide of a large German travel company, and “they” are her least favorite vacationers.
On the hotel balconies they smoke fish, make bonfires near the pool. On fire in cool evenings, they bask in the company of light-tempered girls, who are called Natasha here and on which there is nothing from clothes except faded-colored thong panties. And they also learned how to get vodka from bottles in a mini-bar: they drill through an inconspicuous hole, pour out the contents and add water. And the hole is sealed so deftly that you will not notice. Russian Rosie is fed up. Or she has a stressful condition because of them, or she has stress because of the Germans with their constant complaints about the Russians. Rosie was unlucky because she works precisely in Kemer. Once it was a place of rest exclusively for the Germans, and now Russians and other tourists from Eastern countries flash here before their eyes, and every season their number comes.
“We speak Russian” – such tablets are increasingly found in restaurants and shops. Moreover, the German text goes under Russian. German children playing in children’s rooms, in the background, because there are Russian children with their whims. Natively German cafes, such as “At Willy,” give way to taverns with such names as “Genghis Khan’s Brewhouse” in Geyikli. Owners and sellers of jewelry stores speak Russian. The toilet worker at the parking lot, however, still speaks German “Thank you!” When a coin falls on a plate near him. But this is only for now.
We are cozy settled in a romantic cafe near the beach Kamyuva under the town of Raki. A crescent moon shines brightly overhead, just like in Turkish picture books. There are few Russians here. Most of them hang out at the racks of their hotels, as do the Germans. “This invasion is terrible,” says Rosie. “Now less and less Germans and Dutch come here because of the dominance of the Russians. Someday Kemer will get tired of Russian, but this does not mean that the Germans will automatically return here again. Then the whole resort will become empty: everyone is perfectly familiar with the consequences of the problem of “psychological incompatibility in mixed target groups.”
The head of the hotel, a multinational concern, has compiled a playful document, which he himself takes quite seriously. The text there is this: “The British during the holidays can not stand the Germans. The Germans do not tolerate the British. The French do not like the British and Germans. Belgians partially dislike the French, partly the Dutch. No one has anything against the Italians while they make noise at the far end of the hotel grounds. No one ever has anything for or against the Scandinavians. ALL TOGETHER – AGAINST RUSSIANS! ”.
In the standard view, a former Soviet citizen is a man of short stature and strong build with the constitution of the T-34 tank. Hands are like a fighter for a prize in a balacan, ankles are like chimneys at a taiga hut. The bear’s neck has a heavy golden chain on which a massive golden cross hangs. This type begins to drink in the morning and falls asleep on its sun bed after dinner. He smokes like a Siberian bath, always and everywhere, even – and that is – in the dining room. There he pushes everyone and kicks. He never apologizes. Politeness is the privilege of the nobility and the bourgeoisie, both of these categories were eradicated under Soviet rule.
What did not make Ivan prettier. A fatty fold on the abdomen, like a seal, hangs over a triangle of bottoms, when it steps heavily along the quay beneath it quivering. His wife, Olga, is a large woman who looks like a Red Army man in a skirt from a movie from the time of the Cold War. She shouts out commands to her offspring like “Come on, come on!”. This does not interfere with her full Moscow offspring successfully stealing hard-boiled eggs for breakfast from someone else’s plate, which people from another room put for themselves at the buffet.
There is another type of Ivan. This is an image of an employee of the Moscow firm “Inkassator”. Muscular, thick-lipped, bald. He always has a hard look. A tattoo with a blood group number is displayed above the nipple of the left breast. He looks as if he served in a special-purpose unit and had several operations for the release of hostages on his account, and all operations ended unsuccessfully (for hostages). Behind him, as if on a leash, should be long-legged gazelle Natalie. Her legs grow immediately from her armpits. Her bust-ready bust was definitely worth the sponsor of a thick wad of $ 100 bills.