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Still, they knew. Of course they did. Otherwise, how did they contact me so instantly? Someone passed. But who? Second-hand book dealer? Or someone you know? Who did I tell? Or maybe they were just herding a second-hand bookseller? And you can see how the brain is activated when you just need to run, run, and run. Although, probably, it is all interconnected. The faster the brain works, the faster the legs move. Right here. For this building. Crap!
I think they fired! Oh, okay guys. This means we have been ordered not to mess with us. What kind of correctional courses are there? Clap, and order. Vari well. No hassle.
Alex, a thirty-year-old man, an ordinary modest employee, jumped around the corner and accelerated his run. The feds were on their heels.
It’s good that there are only two of them, Alex thought, accelerating to the limits of his capabilities, there is a chance to get away. Although, probably, all the patrol capsules are already flying here, and in about five minutes, there will be nowhere for an apple to fall, except perhaps on the head of one of these patrolmen. Oh, damn, it’s not easy to bear! He ran around the next corner, smashing the concrete wall with his shoulder, and was surprised to see open door
entrance. Recklessly rushing towards her, like a hunted animal that had found a loophole, he only had time to fearfully assume that it might be a trap, but there was nowhere to go. The door is the only salvation. Not a single entrance door is open after nine in the evening. This is the law. But breaking the law is not in fashion these days. Not those times. Slipping like a mouse into a hole into the darkness of someone else's entrance, he closed the door behind him and froze. Trying to hold my breath made my heart clench and I felt nauseous. Alex sat down on the floor and began to listen. The silence of the night allowed him to clearly hear the clatter of two pairs of heavy boots, a tasty spit, and an angry phrase thrown in the state language.
- He went around that corner, bitch!
After which the stomping began to fade away.
He began to half-bend and fumble with his hand in the darkness. Somewhere here there is usually a storage room for all sorts of small items, strollers here and there, brooms. Broom, this is the main invention of man. We even sweep the reclaimed Moon with brooms. Alex felt for the doorknob. I started looking for the castle. If there is a code one, then it will be more difficult. But most importantly, he won't call the feds after two wrong attempts, like the one on front door entrance.
The lock was coded. Alex pressed the buttons by touch. Thank God, the lock turned out to be simple, only four buttons. After about twenty minutes, he dialed the correct combination. After the lock quietly squeaked, Alex carefully pulled the door towards himself. All that was needed was for something to fall in there and make noise throughout the entire entrance. Dank storeroom air entered my nose. Trying not to catch anything, he slowly, like a slug into a narrow gap on the asphalt, began to squeeze inside. I felt for a broom with my hand. He smiled. He turned around, pulled in one leg, then the other, poking his calf into something sharp. He clenched his lips. Pain is nonsense. The main thing is that he is all inside, and you can close the door.
Finally everything. Alex felt the purchase in his pocket. It's a shame it's dark here. That is OK. You can just think about something. The main thing is not to fall asleep, not to fall asleep at all, that’s the main thing. Tomorrow, at exactly five minutes to seven, we need to get out of here. At seven, most residents will go to work, and they might have something lying around here. Something they are used to going out with.
Alex began to think about the unlocked entrance door. Does this happen? And indeed - a miracle. Thanks to which he escaped from pursuit. Even the feds couldn’t think that something so out of the ordinary could still happen. They are firmly convinced that all doors are closed. That's how it is in principle. In principle... but then something apparently intervened that didn’t really care about principles.
When he got to work in the morning, the first thing he did was jump into the toilet and wash himself thoroughly cold water. Although, if they ask about your sleep-deprived appearance, everything can be explained by malaise. My stomach ached all night, preventing me from sleeping and forcing myself to smile. They are unlikely to doubt it. Moreover, this is not the main thing. The main thing is to find out whether the federals have already been here, or no one knows anything about him, and they were really herding a second-hand bookseller. Alex, warily eyeing his colleagues, walked to his desk and plopped down in a chair. Turned on the computer. His colleagues diligently went about their business, not paying any attention to him. This doesn’t mean anything, he thought sadly, and stared at the monitor. So, what do we have here? Yeah, yesterday's letters from suppliers. Needs to be sorted. He set to work, but the work did not proceed. Too many worries over the past 24 hours. In addition, I really wanted to sleep. I wanted it unbearably. An hour later, he completely forgot about letters and suppliers, and just thought, looking at the screen detachedly. I thought about what happened yesterday, about what happened eighty years ago.
He was born sixty years after in Russia official language became English. Before that there was India, Serbia, then all of Europe. Someone deprived the peoples of their past, their roots, their essence. Ten years later, after the introduction of English in Russia, people began to be fined for speaking Russian, and after another fifteen years they were given prison sentences and correctional courses. And he wouldn’t care about all this if it weren’t for his father, who was one of those who didn’t want to lose his roots. He taught him Russian too. And now all my life I have been afraid, afraid of a random word in Russian, at work, on the street, among friends, and even at home. Aloud. Indeed, it was once said that even walls have ears. And also a constant, irresistible craving for this language, a constant thirst. But how to satisfy it? There is nothing on the Internet in Russian, nowhere. But a year ago, through an old Russianist, as the government called them, he got in touch with a second-hand bookseller, one who had apparently already been captured, tortured, or even killed. After all, they shot at me. And if they torture him, then sooner or later they will come out to my humble person. Alex shook his head. You need to behave normally, no suspicious movements, none. Now the question of his freedom, and possibly his life, is being decided. He started sorting the letters again.
- Attention, there is a problem in the change! “Fsem to leave the place immediately,” the office radio said in broken Russian.
Alex didn't smile. Not even a smirk touched his lips. Stupid check. Dumb check. They expect that those who know Russian will instinctively run away. These are idiots. Such checks are carried out every other day after the warning signal. And during them, immediately after the nasty beep, employees are advised to look carefully around. Observe the neighbors' reactions. Alex shook his head as instructed. Everything is fine. No one has any reactions.
Immersed in letters, he finally distracted himself from yesterday’s experiences, and by evening everything that had happened seemed to him somehow distant, blurry, and no longer so frightening. When the bell rang, signaling the end of the working day, he slowly rose from his chair and, together with the others, moved towards the exit.
But he didn't go home. He needed to pick up what he had left in that entrance, in that damp-smelling closet. He needed to pick up a book written in Russian. The book for which he gave the money he had saved up over four years. It was a volume of Pushkin's poems.
- I’ll come in, as usual. Nobody will pay attention to me. I’ll open the lock, the top left, then the bottom right twice, and again the top left, I’ll take the book and leave - he thought frantically as he walked - God willing. If they were guarding me, I would already be sitting somewhere in an office and giving testimony. It's all clear, Alex. You are lucky.
Cheering himself up, he approached the house where he had been sitting all last night. It was seven in the evening. The door is open. Making a stone face, he entered the entrance. I listened. No one went up or down the stairs. The elevator was also silent. Alex quickly, with trembling hands, typed the code and pulled the door. There, in the very corner, under some unnecessary rag, is a book. Right in the corner. No one should find it. He squatted down and fumbled with his hands. He felt for a rag, grabbed it, and threw it aside. There was no book. He felt a shiver run down his spine, but frantically fumbled again. Did not have. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe she's in another corner? He reached to the right, but then a blow to the back of his head knocked him out.
Alex woke up sitting on a chair. My head ached mercilessly. Opening his eyes, he saw a man in uniform in front of him, raised his head and looked at the shoulder straps. Lieutenant colonel. That means things are bad for him. Very bad.
He looked around. The office is in gray, depressing colors, minimal furnishings. A table, two chairs, a lamp on the table. A little further away is the second federal. Everything is like in stupid, cliched action films.
- Hey, are you here? – asked the underground in English.
What a stupid language. Alex nodded his head weakly.
- Who taught you?
“Myself,” Alex answered.
- Lie! - shouted the underground - Who are your associates?
- Nobody. “I myself,” Alex repeated.
The underground gave him a heavy slap in the face. My ears started ringing.
- Who?!
- I'm telling you, no one.
- Who told you about the book seller?
- Nobody
A blow to the cheekbone, a second later to the temple. Alex groaned.
- Who are the associates?!
Alex remained silent. Why talk when they don't listen. A series of blows knocked him to the floor. But they didn’t let him lie down. They grabbed him roughly under the arms and sat him back down on the chair.
- Speak! - shouted the underground.
- I'm telling you, no one. Me myself.
The underground went to the table. The second Federal approached. After the fourth blow, Alex fell into darkness. Then he came to his senses again, looked aloofly at the grin of the underground, again asking his question, did not answer anything, and with a broken nose, turned over along with the chair. One of the two of them pulled out a chair from under him and, swinging it, hit him on the back. One of the legs flew off to the side. Alex doubled over in pain and groaned muffledly. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
- Who are your associates?! - the underground roared.
- Nobody. “I myself,” Alex exhaled silently.
They picked him up from the floor and led him down the corridor, wringing his hands. Blood was running from the nose, the eyes were almost completely swollen, the face was swollen. If his own mother saw him now, it is unlikely that she would be able to recognize her son. And the father? No. His father would have recognized him. By the look.
Alex remembered how his father taught him Russian. Orally. Orally only. No books, notebooks, ABCs. Dangerous. Actually dangerous.
He was dragged down the stairs. And he understood everything, and instinctively tried to free his hands, but he was immediately hit on the back of the head. That's it, he thought. Correctional courses, prison terms, all this is nonsense. In fact, everything is simpler. But does he have any regrets?
He listened to himself, to his thoughts, to his heart. No, he doesn't regret it. What is there to regret? About remaining Russian? He smiled with broken lips. No. Never. Yes, now he will be killed, just like his father. He died of tuberculosis in Magadan, this is the official version. But now everything is explained.
They brought him into a dim, damp basement, let go of his hands, and pushed him in the back. Out of surprise, he ran a few steps, but did not fall, staying on his feet. Stopping, he straightened up.
“Gow,” an iron voice sounded behind him. Alex stepped forward.
I wonder where they'll shoot? To the head? In the back, where the heart is? Scary. Where are they shooting, damn them? Scary. Still, it's a pity. It's a pity that he didn't have time to read Pushkin. As a child, his father read him only one verse; he didn’t know any more. Pushkin was banned more than all other Russian-speaking writers combined. Alex turned around.
“Hey,” he said in English, “I want to pray.” Can I pray?
In the twilight he saw the dissatisfied face of the executioner.
“Oh, okay,” he muttered.
Alex closed his eyes.
- I remember a wonderful moment - for the first time in the last two years, after that old Russian scholar died, he spoke Russian out loud. And he spoke loudly, without fear, without trembling, without hiding what he owned - You appeared before me...
And so somehow I invite them to my dacha in Pocono. I explain in pure Russian: “Petya, you take exit 280, it turns into 80, at exit 284 you leave and call me, I’ll pick you up.” And I add: “Keep your eyes on the Pocono sign at all times.” Pocono, in case anyone doesn’t understand, is a summer cottage area.
I don’t understand where Petya moved onto 287 and at the same time went in the opposite direction - to the south, but now it doesn’t matter. And so he drives and drives and drives and drives, but the Pocono sign is still missing.
Two hours later, his Mila turns on her saw: “How could you not take the card? How could you not figure out where to go? How could I contact such an idiot? God, how could I get into such trouble?
Then Petya thinks: “We need to go faster, because at this speed she will cut me apart before we get to these Poconos.”
He presses the gas and drives like this for about five minutes - no more, because a cop appears behind him with his flashlight and demands to stop. Petya, a new immigrant with old habits, grabs his wallet and runs to the cop. He calmly takes out his pistol and says that if Petya doesn’t get back into his car now, he will kill him.
Petya, not so much by words as by gestures, understands that they are not joking with him and returns to his car.
The cop hides the gun, gets out of the car, approaches Petina and tells him: “Give me yours.” driver license" and points to his wallet. Petya again understands everything in his own way and takes out 100 dollars from his wallet. The cop tells him: “If you intend to give me not a driver’s license, but a bribe at work, then I will put these handcuffs on you.” And shows him the handcuffs.
Mila, who also doesn’t understand why the cop refuses $100, asks: “Petya, what does he want from you?”
Petya replies: “I don’t know! Should I offer him 200?
Mila says: “My God, why did I get involved with such an idiot? If you don’t know how much it costs, then find out from him!”
“Why am I an idiot? - V Once again Petya is surprised. “It’s just that when they show me either a gun or handcuffs, I get a little nervous.”
“So stop being nervous and find out!” - says Mila.
“Okay, I’ll find out everything now! - says Petya, then turns to the cop and, as he was taught in English courses, says: “Hello, do you speak English?”
The cop is surprised: “Duh, speak English?!”
Petya to him: “Yes, yu! Do you speak English?"
The cop is completely at a loss, because he doesn’t know any other languages besides English.
Mila says: “In my opinion, he is an idiot like you! God, how I got into trouble!”
The cop, meanwhile, comes to his senses, hides the gun and says to Petya:
“Ok, where do you go, dude?” (Where are you going, smart guy?)
“I’m Petya,” Petya answers, as he was taught in the courses. - What is your name?
The cop, without answering Petya’s question, takes his phone, looks at the last number he dialed and calls me.
“Hello,” he says, “I’m policeman so-and-so, do you happen to know Petya?”
I answer honestly that Petya is well known to me, and has been since childhood.
"Wonderful! - says the cop. “Then answer me this question: does your friend suffer from any mental illness?”
I answer, no, he doesn’t suffer. “Perhaps he recently suffered some kind of severe psychological trauma?” - the cop continues to insist.
“Petya suffered severe psychological trauma,” I answer, 30 years ago, when he married the woman who is now sitting to his right. But judging by the fact that he still hasn’t strangled her, he’s in excellent psychological shape.”
“I understand this better than anyone,” the cop sighs.
“He just hasn’t had time to learn English yet,” I add. “That’s where all the problems come from.”
“So where are you waiting for him?” - the cop asks, and I explain where.
And then the cop stands in front of Petya’s car and drives him with a flashing light a hundred miles to exit 284, where he hands him over to me, as they say, hand to hand.
Already at the dacha, I explain to Petya that in America we have to be careful with the cops, because they can still shoot you on the spot.
“I’m telling you, he’s an idiot,” Mila remarks.
"Why?" - I do not understand.
"Because there is no clever man won’t travel 100 miles to help a Petya like mine if he can shoot him on the spot and not have this headache!”
"Russian language in countries Western Europe Today, about 225 thousand schoolchildren study (before the early 90s - over 550 thousand). IN higher school In Western European countries, 28.5 thousand students are mastering the Russian language,” says the materials of the Ministry of Education and Science.
The Russian language still ranks fourth in the world in terms of prevalence. Chinese is in the lead - 1.35 billion people, English - over 650 million, Spanish - more than 330 million.
“It is assumed that in 10 years the number of people who know Russian may be reduced to 212 million people, and French, Hindi, and Arabic will be ahead of it,” the document says.
By 2025, when, according to sociologists, the number of people who know Russian will decrease to approximately 152 million people, it will be surpassed by Portuguese and Bengali.
The Ministry of Education and Science notes that the policy of most CIS and Baltic countries in relation to the Russian language leads to the fact that in the first years of independence it could be considered a native language, then a second native language, then a language of interethnic communication, then a language of a national minority and, finally, one of the studied as an elective or even an optional subject.
“The Russian language has undergone a similar evolution in the Baltic states, Azerbaijan, Georgia and Turkmenistan,” the materials say.
Compared with Soviet period the number of secondary schools with instruction in Russian has decreased by an average of two to three times in the CIS and Baltic countries. Russian like foreign language is also beginning to lose ground in school programs, inferior to English.
Similar situation is also observed in Europe. According to the Russian Ambassador to France Alexander Orlov, the number of French people who study Russian is decreasing from year to year. Russian classes are being closed in some lyceums and colleges."
Yeees, Chinese Most of my friends have already gone to study courses... They say that this is the inevitable future of Russia - cooperation with China and, as a result, integration of the economy into Russia, from which you can “make good money.” I wonder who teaches their children Russian? Is it difficult for a child to live in Italy and learn the language of his mother and/or father? Are there any lovers of Chinese in Italy (not cuisine))) language and culture...)?
He who speaks competently manages competently. Both the first and second are not always easy for Volgograd officials. By at least speak beautifully and correctly even during public speaking maybe a few. Which is not surprising - this is happening all over Russia. To eradicate this misfortune, the authorities themselves propose introducing an exam on knowledge of the Russian language among civil servants and courses in rhetoric. Will this help in the radio studio? TVNZ» 96.5 FM presenters Sergey KOROVIN and Ekaterina SIMOKHINA discussed with the candidate of philological sciences, deputy director of the Institute of Philology and Intercultural Communication scientific work And external relations VolSU Dmitry ILYIN, as well as with other experts.
“Uh, so that means...”
D.I. (Dmitry Ilyin):- Unfortunately, current officials’ knowledge of Russian is disgusting. Not all, but most. And they hardly have any idea about the lexical riches that are inherent in the Russian language. I watch their performances on TV, listen to them on the radio and am horrified. Politicians are unable to complete a speech started on a piece of paper in their own words. They are enough for about 6 - 7 words, and then “uh”, “means”, “maybe”, etc. begin. Therefore, I am deeply convinced that the exam, no matter in what form it is conducted, is a classic exam or test government officials need knowledge of the Russian language.
E. S. (Ekaterina Simokhina):- In my opinion, this is very shameful. Maybe it’s worth introducing an exam, but only for admission to the civil service.
D.I.:- Illiteracy is dangerous. Officials and other statesmen issue illiterate circulars. Recently, one of the presidential candidates announced that it is necessary to create a special group of specialists who would translate the law written in official bureaucratic language into normal human language so that people understand what is wanted from them, what is expected from them and what is expected from them. require.
Dmitry Ilyin: “Current officials know the Russian language disgustingly.”
Let's shift the situation to another area. You come to the hospital, and the doctors there also speak their “bird language,” and you lie there and don’t know what will be cut out or cut off from you, etc. But you want to know! It’s the same with officials, with deputies, with administrations of all other ranks. We must know and understand what they are doing. In the meantime, unfortunately, this is not observed, including due to poor knowledge of the Russian language.
S.K. (Sergey Korovin):- It seems to me that if the exam is introduced, it will turn into a fiction. It’s just that employees and deputies will then have a reason to boast: “We know the Russian language, we have an A.” And you people are illiterate.”
D.I.:- I don’t agree. Many countries have already introduced such tests. For example, in Tatarstan last year officials of the Kazan mayor’s office received 207 bad marks for the exam in their native language. The administration obliged all “B” students to attend special free courses. The Department for Language Development regularly visits civil servants of Kazakhstan with random checks. Test papers usually include dictation and translation. Officials most often write a dictation with a solid C, and during translation, subjects continually use the words “client” and “manager” in the Kazakh manner, which according to the rules are not translated. Today state language at the average level, only 33% of officials own it. And in Ukraine last summer, the Cabinet of Ministers created certification commissions to test knowledge of the state language.
There are more public appearances
S.K.:- Still, I am against introducing such an exam. In fact, politicians and officials are increasingly becoming not functionaries, not business executives, but talkers. The same Zhirinovsky has been “flooding” for 20 years. And in the end, did he do anything? I don’t see it, but the politician is successful.
Ekaterina Simokhina: “Talkability does not depend on whether you know the Russian language well or poorly.”
E.S.:- Talkativeness does not depend on whether you know Russian well or poorly. This is some kind of character trait, temperament. The question is whether he talks intelligently or not.
D.I.:- It's not that hard to organize special program or courses where Russian will be taught, oratory, the basics of business style, and so on. We conduct Russian language testing for migrants. Just for fun, I gave the same test intended for migrants to a person who holds a major position in the regional administration. He was unable to fulfill it, although there are basic requirements at the school level. This is a guard!
E.S.:- It seems to me that officials and politicians will come to this themselves, they will want to improve their literacy. In 2011, all district heads were forced to report to their residents. Speaking in front of an audience is serious business. So, I am sure that our officials, our heads of administrations themselves are worried about their speech.
S.K:- What matters to me is what a manager does, not how he says. He can speak correctly, beautifully and competently, but if he does nothing for the city, I am no longer interested in this politician.
Sergey Korovin: “What is important to me is what a manager does, not how he says.”
D.I.:- Everyone should be competent in their field. We do not force a person who plows on a tractor to take an exam in the Russian language. He doesn't need it. But if you want to manage people, and officials and deputies really want this, then you must manage them competently. Including your speech, you also need to structure it competently.
DIRECT SPEECH
Are you ready to take the Russian language test?
Alexander Potapov, head of the LDPR faction in the Volgograd Regional Duma:
I'm not sure I'll do well. But I’m ready to further educate myself and, if there are gaps, correct them. In general, of course, you want to express your thoughts correctly, clearly and understandably for others. This is probably one of the main qualities for a politician. By the way, it’s not only politicians who are “illiterate” today. And the deteriorating quality of education is to blame for this. If you have money, go and get an education.
Irina Guseva, deputy of Volgograd regional Duma, teacher with extensive experience:
Ready. And I agree that officials and politicians should be fluent in Russian. I came across an amazing example not long ago. Documents were sent to the Regional Duma from the Education Committee of the Volgograd Region Administration. There were so many mistakes! We corrected them with a red pen and sent them back. My fellow deputies not only laughed, but were shocked. In general, I like the option proposed by our new governor Sergei Bozhenov. To get a job in the administration, applicants will go through a competition and an independent audit. Probably, a test for knowledge of Russian should also be included here.
Georgy Goryachevsky, deputy of the Volgograd City Duma, active blogger:
I would be happy to take such an exam. In my work, I was faced with the fact that officials communicate and talk with people, among themselves, and respond to our parliamentary requests in a language that only they themselves understand. The language is dry, legal, replete with various foreign terms that are difficult to understand. It should not be.
Our “support and support”, our “truthful and free Russian language”, as I.S. called it. Turgenev, in the mouths of our compatriots, looks less and less like one.
We clutter it up too much with foreign words. And not because there are few words in our language. We still have more than 130 thousand of them. But for some reason we really like to use foreign vocabulary. And we especially actively use English words in our speech.
We are on English language They became downright crazy in the bad sense of the word. We don’t just study it and apply it where appropriate. And inadvertently we mix it with Russian speech.
Of course, everyone is already accustomed to such a word as, for example, “manager”. Forgetting about the Russian equivalent of “manager”. No, managers are needed everywhere. The “wedge manager” is especially pleasing to the eye. Why not the cleaning lady? Probably because saying: “I work as a cleaning manager” is more prestigious than saying: “I am a cleaner.” In general, it seems that the main reason for clogging the language with Anglicisms is the desire to look cool. It seems like you know a foreigner, you can twist a word or another into your speech. But why can’t you be proud of knowing your native language? Wide vocabulary? Instead of “cool” and “super”, use “wonderful”, “wonderful”, “great”?
Well, okay, we got used to managers and even came to terms with them. But why continue to pollute? At the same time, it is continued in most cases (not in all, of course) by those who bring the language to the masses - journalists in newspapers, on TV, radio and especially on the Internet.
On TV, when talking about the fashion industry, they began to use the word “look”, which means “image” (from the English look - look, appearance). A synonym in Russian can completely replace this word. Moreover, in our heads “onion” is more associated with a vegetable that makes tears flow. Although it’s true, you hear enough of these “onions” and you want to cry.
But recently, in our large MEGA shopping center, a certain “Street Couture” event took place, where ordinary buyers took part. And the presenter, who in theory should have excellent conversational Russian, said: “So, all participants are ready.” Which means that they are, in fact, ready (from the English ready - ready). It sounded funny. And most buyers simply did not understand the words. And the participants, judging by their faces, were surprised that they were somehow “ready.”
There is an example from radio journalism. On Mayak radio on Saturday morning, the presenter said: “So, let’s discuss all these trends... yes, trends... oh, I feel like we’re going to use this word today!” She wanted to say that they will use this word a lot times (from the English use - to use, to use). I have already heard this same verb, new to our language, in the speech of city residents, when the girl asked her friend to “use her mirror.”
All these words are practically ingrained in our language. But journalists do not stop there. They, especially on the Internet, offer more and more new Anglicisms. For example, on the website of the Macintosh laptop company, an article was published about a competition with a prize draw, where various companies chose the most frequently used word by “i-technical people.” IT people are just programmers (from the English IT - information Technology). So soon the journalists themselves will become “journalists”. Did they suggest such words in the article itself? like “google” (i.e. search for information through the Google search engine), “exploit” - as a replacement for the word “use” (from the English exploit - use, use) and, attention, “unlock” - that is, “unblock” (from the English lock - lock, lock). Well, why these unnecessary replacements?!
And Internet users are already concerned about even the spelling of these Anglicisms. For example, on the portal [email protected], a certain Ilya Demyanovich asked the question “What is the correct way to say: “Google it” or “Google it”. And then he even explained: “I still thought that it was correct to “Google”, and today, to the question: “Where can I download Chinese rap,” my classmate answered “Google.” Of course, there were also humorous answers that it would be correct to “google” or “google”, but still the most popular was: “The correct thing to do would be to “enter the query into the Google search engine.” Well, apparently there are still people who stand for the purity of the Russian language.
Although there are fewer and fewer of them. A survey was conducted on the website headhunter.ru “How often do you use English terms in your speech? 57% answered always, 40% - sometimes/from time to time, 7% - very rarely. The column “never” did not even appear.
Maybe someone will say that there is nothing wrong with this, and in our integrating world it is normal to use foreign words. I doubt. Especially so intense. Still, the originality and individuality of cultures is necessary, and it is not least preserved through language. And little by little, maybe English will replace Russian altogether?