Do you offer a denunciation?!
You know, the officers said in the Army to the young soldiers: Why are you beaten like sheep, you are silent? Someone just so invented that if a neighbor does dark things, you need to keep silent. I will say for sure, criminals, these nasty, slippery people who invented a vow of silence, if it is profitable for them, will surrender you, without a moment thinking about the rules. What was in the USSR-Russia of the thirties of the last century the topic of a separate study. Mental epidemic. But, this is not a reason to remain silent in a rag, if your neighbor is a thief. At two thousand and seven, maybe, a year worked in the village either Beresta-2, or Korosta. Still, its good that I have a folder with Reports on what is happening for each month, if necessary, restore almost everything.
The village is located by the Moscow River, so that the domes of the Kremlin temples are clearly visible. Our object is the house of an official, deputy director of a state construction company. Surname Id like to say, but I do not remember exactly.
The number of workers is about fifty. Some of us, electricians ten, or twelve. The houses, put one on another ten. When I got to the building, the house was being prepared for surrender. Wine cellars, a huge swimming pool, halls, offices, again swimming pools, bathrooms and baths. You could walk around the village, see what, where and how. Locks as if from the fantasies of King Ludwig of Bavaria in the style of Neuschwanstein; spiers, domes, attics, you see, yes? And in the English style there are buildings Queen Elizabeth would not refuse to reside there. There are also houses techno, hung with parabolic antennas, a diameter of five meters, it is difficult to convey words. And, you come back from work where?
Removable room. The hostess and girlfriend for the first three days ask can I see the TV here, then drop formalities, and switch to you. People living in the back room, small businessmen, ply through the room. One of the business people, seeing something on his TV, laughs like a woman, just like an agent Zero-zero X from a famous cartoon. In the evening the eight-year-old daughter of the mistress approaches:
Mom asked me to tell you: did you wash your feet at night?
Girl, well, you like that, I do not know what
She said you need to wash. A few minutes later, I thought, I go to the bathroom. Hmm A complete mess. Well, let him. I called home for about two months, you need to gain a foothold. The initial reception made a favorable impression. The woman wants to reform, after her quibbles, brought her husband to a sad end. Maybe todays incident is an accident?
I put my feet under the tap. Again.
-My daughter said you were unhappy yesterday? Unfortunately, we will not succeed. In a week you need to leave. I will return all the superfluous to you!
And new wanderings. Those who live in palaces we are not friends. For them, we are useful insects, working ants. No, they are not against our existence. The main thing is that we do not interfere with them. There is no sustained emotional contact with these people. They reached a high level of well-being, but they do not want to share their emotions and knowledge, as it actually happened.
In America there is the concept of the path of success. Businessmen share the history of their ascent, in the smallest detail. It is accepted to be kleve transparent, without darkness inside. Look, Im good. Be like me, next to me, Ill show it. You can betray only friends, if you understand the meaning of this carelessly constructed phrase. If you tell an unpleasant truth about people with whom you are not related, or emotional ties, everything is fine, my friend. In courts, they are released from the certificate of relatives and spouses. But, an outsider, the law simply obliges to give evidence. It would be nice if the workers began to collect data about their customers who are too shiky and send them to the appropriate authorities. Data on the incomes of all citizens, without exception, should be freely available. You can find the name of the customer in the list, see what his annual income (say, one hundred thousand rubles) and to give an application, attaching a photo of the palace to the file.
But, after all, some criminals can find out how much money a person has, and, as you know, to extort them. Did you think about this? Yes, and it sounds all too unusual. We do not do that.
On the amount of money your criminals can find out easier see what kind of a car. A person living in a luxury house is guaranteed, a rich man. So what? Realizing this, they will go to storm the cottage village?
Yes, now it is our custom to remain silent. Or bleat, under vodka, in the cabins, about how it was and will be.
Actually, the idea is not bad. Not bad, if the perimeter of this Korosta is surrounded by submachine gunners, an APC will roll into the courtyard, groups of serious workers will approach the gate, they will call. What will they say? So, hello. We came. Tell me, dandies, where does the money for this all come from? Is it not from our pocket? Look in the eyes!. I wonder what they will answer us? Lets talk about our workers. I was engaged in the completion of this house, a financially independent official. The former brigades were gone, they were paid too little, or something. Wire protrudes from the walls. They were circumcised, maybe out of a sense of justice, or, most likely, to accelerate the pace of construction. The plasterers, who dreamed of going to the warmer regions, prevented them from doing volume and they were shortened. The former electricians were, as I understand, on the drum, they did not plan to finish what they started. Who will do what? You call all these wires, will you repair it? Other guys just do not take it The task is complex, but feasible. And so, I, with the device and the hank of a long wire, walk along the floors and the cellar, looking for the ends. I stand at the switchboard, I clean out hundreds of exits. The chief engineer approaches, sharply glitters glasses of glasses:
There, in the basement, the workers said, you do nothing, only walk, and stand for hours, near the shield. Down below, people swallow the dust, smashing the walls with the perforators, and youre cool?
Yes, here everything is so messed up! Complex control circuits, relays, contactors. Here, notebook, here are all the schemes, look. In theory, the one who started the business should finish it. Where are your former employees? If there are willing to stand in my place, unravel it all, please. Ill go to the basement. Have agreed? Will I send a replacement?
He is silent.
Thinks.
After dinner, as if there was not this conversation, comes up, babbles that very slowly, and beneath the good workers about you say a lot of bad things about you. I look at him not a bad one, man. But, something is wrong. As well as with these sweaty employees. After all the agreement is reached, but, here, again all over again! Its like a man became a zombie. Outside, everything was as it was. Inside is emptiness. And really want now to drive these glasses into the eye cavities. I had to leave. I wonder how they figured out the wires themselves? The last lesson with the disappeared specialists was not enough?.. Thats what Im leading to. I do not want the income of people in palaces to check this herd. Wait. Did I say herd?. I agree, the word is not good, but so far it is pretty close to the real state of affairs. If the workers see that a person, at least a little, starts to stand out from their environment, they try to punish him and bring him back to his place. To avoid this, a spatial and psychological separation is required. But, one, or two people should be found who would lead the work of the Spies of Justice. On tax inspectors in America, legends have been composed since the time of Mark Twain. There is a colorful character, the hero of many stories, delving into all the events that occur, talking freely both with beggars and pompous financial aces. Just like Lieutenant Colombeau. Our profession of a noble tax collector is not fully covered. To some extent, this is correct.
Now, the tax authorities are residents of stuffy offices with a lot of different businessmen, who flock there in droves, in response to another invention of inventors. Gloomy personalities, accustomed to working only with paperwork, pounding out businessmen, even fragile, money for the next Olympics. The paper will endure all. In it the palaces turn into huts, shopping centers become kiosks. Unfortunately, yes, in our country for a long time trust more papers than eyes and common sense, but confused slightly. The more papers, the easier it is for the clerks to get lost in them.
One and a half years ago I had to work in the office. Noticing that I own some programs, but rather, through a misunderstanding, I was seated at the computer. And I began to prepare documents for the Energy Supervision. Technical work has already been completed. Experts have installed in the kindergartens and schools of Moscow a device for remote transmission of data on energy consumption. It only remained to get money from the state for this. The project manager, myself and two other workers, worked on this task for eight months. Photocopies of passports, meters, current transformers, many other devices. Endless signatures of the manager on the protocols. Then the supervising authority needed additional photos of schools, cabinets, counters and the data transmission devices themselves. Another circle of sixty-three establishments. In the folder for each object were also attached documents, made in the program AutoCAD (the fruit of the efforts of a savvy specialist). By launching Point, I quite truthfully depicted (no one needed) circular vector diagrams. Description of the organizational structure, functional, project evaluation of reliability, metrological support a few tens of points. Copies of permits, credentials and certificates. Documents in an electronic form to a capricious organ seemed not convincing enough. I piled all the new piles of paper into the printer.
The weight of the folio for only one object was two kilograms. I pushed the folders into the closet, some of them were placed on the office table. But, with the passage of time, Energonadzor lost interest in them. During a corporate event, one of the employees leaned on this paper mountain, and I exclaimed: Well, well, my work was not wasted!. And everyone laughed. In the end, everything was resolved quite successfully. The final touch I took the laser disc to the archive, where he was casually looked at, and carried away to somewhere, where he, I believe, was forever lost to society. The data transfer system is functioning normally. But, to understand that everything was all right, you could only look once at the computer screen. Here, lit live readings from the meters somewhere in the basements and corridors, utility rooms. What else? He looked, praised, shook hands, and sent a money transfer from the state of the organization, on the whole, did a good job.
Well, we would focus on teaching the school managers and kindergarten teachers to use the system. After all, they still, and still bear testimony from the counters in the Energonadzor personally. By the way, I once again became convinced that the number of managers, clerks, secretaries, twice exceeds the number of workers themselves. I think they could have been cut by these first at least four times. And, on the vacated square to arrange a rest room, where, during the lunch break, you can sit on the airplane chair, leaning back, with your eyes closed.
Morality: instead of piles of tax reporting, which is to read everything it means to go crazy, you need real tax specialists, peoples stands. Those who know everything. They see the real income after the fact. Its organization. Special education. Caste untouchables. Any enterprising worker who has separated himself from the crowd can get into it.
By the way. What does a real tribune look like? I would introduce strict face-control when appointing to public office. Really, when you put managers, you do not immediately see who is who?
Lets repeat it again?
I already mentally see the series on this topic. Why is this not on Russian TV screens, in general? Directors, as one shout: We want to show the truth, as it is! And where is she? Only one, torn from the life of fudge in the style of Gy-s. Workers cabins, dormitories in basements, offices, houses of customers and directors. And now, in the midst of the masses, our hero hides. He calculates, memorizes, photographs everything, and when the materials are collected he takes out a token and presents an account to the sharers. A rich house is being built-who is the customer? All of a sudden they start to feel shy Firms are building, they are omnivorous, they do not care whether everything is in order with the clients morality, whether he pays taxes on the amount sufficient to build a palace. They need money, they are hard to blame. If there is no customer, we will stop building I remembered! exclaims the red-haired designer he left the phone before leaving for Hawaii. I will call you. And, here, in three hours the customer is, begins the inquiry in the style of Lieutenant Colombo. Here it is, embellished with imagination, but true.
But, after all, the house can be issued for relatives, as it is now universally accepted to do! Yes, even at your favorite dog! Whats the difference? Then let them pay the appropriate salary for it. Why, we still have to make taxes on business. But, excuse me, how is this possible? The plant does not rest on exotic islands, does not smoke havana, and it lacks luxury villas. Another whole pile of no. There is a turnover, consumables, the cost of depreciation, and hundreds of additional items. Why are not photogenic tax collectors so fond of delving into some sort of pipes with VAT on a refund of this tax, trace financial flows, streams and droplets, spend a lot of time and energy on this!? And, at the same time, they still do not like everything (except, probably, well-off domestic ones). The output of all these flows is in real, live trusts, beneficiaries, beneficiaries. According to the attributes of their well-being, it is possible to judge with confidence the efficiency of the organization as a whole. As easily as in the example above, one look at the monitor determines the state of the entire data transmission system. Compare yourself twenty minutes of computer mouse work or eight months of the bustle of several people, not counting the cost of the printer. And, if we wanted to deceive someone, nothing would be easier to hide the defect in a pile of protocols, weighing a hundred pounds!
And, where then will professional accountants from the controlling departments and enterprises go? They and their families need food. About this you did not think?
Another thousand and one! As a result of the cessation of activity of these citizens, the level of production of useful goods and services will increase by an order of magnitude. The amount of tax collected from new small sources will also increase. Small business will rise, its share in the gross domestic product will rise from ten to seventy percent. I think that the accountants will lose only at first, and then they will join the sphere of useful production, will occupy a worthy place for designers, programmers, etc.