Then, at the end of May, as it should be law-abiding Russian citizen, I went around all the government offices where you want to declare the death of the person. And was in the Pension Fund, where, after spending nearly two hours in line, I learned that we do from this charitable institutions are not supposed to, and left. But only recently has come to a mailbox message. Of all of the same pension fund. I angrily informed that I am to this day has not applied for benefits in case of death: ay-ay-ay, deign to appear. I shrugged, but being a law-abiding man, went to the shelter care these things about people. This time I had to sit just a half an hour (out of 10 reported windows with just three), and then Then he came out into the corridor and an angry lady with the words: «Choi is all we\’ve got that!» — Began to understand them, what you need . And then it turned out that I was just sitting in a stuffy hallway on the hard bench. Because, as I said angrily, «pension» lady, «these letters are sent a car, and you is not necessary, just a machine does not know that all of you have already received in the military.» Would see me then that «machine» — would hang. And not because I do something there «are not supposed to.» And because half an hour in the queue I experienced the death of my grandmother again. She remembered, and it was not the happiest one and a half hours. I held back the tears with difficulty. Tears already in the park. Vysotsky was listening — he just like to order, singing «mass graves» — and wept with grief, the humiliation, anger. When emotions have subsided, I thought about this. There is not yet in Russia — and only in the Pension Fund of the more — machines that print the letters themselves, their blue squiggle sign, placed in envelopes, address and inscribe a mailbox drop. In fact, even those machines that something there «know» or «do not know» that the Pension either. There are careless employees who do not have time in the database, all information — in particular, that the funeral benefit, for which I addressed, was paid in the military, as my grandmother — a veteran of the war. And for those careless angry employees \’pension\’ lady could and apologize — at least for me, spent a half hour in the queue, because I was forced to endure once again the death of a loved one. But as convenient as possible, without apology and without showing even a drop of tact, blame the mythical car! Men, ladies of the Pension everyone understands. It\’s just that we, unlike you have not atrophied conscience and obedience to the law. And we understand from where was born the second definition of the word «official.» The second value according to the dictionary — the one who «takes his case to the State-owned indifference, formally, that is a bureaucrat. Now to him, though personally I have a modern synonym for — a dull car.
Lidia Ivanova, the newspaper «Vladivostok»