The author of this book is perhaps the most ironic St. Petersburg columnist, columnist for the City 812 magazine, twice winner of the Golden Pen award, journalist, "whom the editors always ask to write about something." And he writes - about politics, education, sports, housing and communal services, ballet and Russian rudeness, which, according to the author, there is national pride along with ballet. The publishers of this book also asked to write "about something" - and it turned out "Notes of the Kupchinsky gopnik."" Of all the sleeping areas, Kupchino is the most sleeping. Of all the high-rise buildings, ours are the most similar. And only secondary schools are not the most secondary, but the worst. Our pipes most often burst and asphalt cracks. The bosses come to us least often and most often - guest workers. It is faster for us to get to the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum than to the Hermitage. But we do not go to the lyceum. As well as in the Hermitage. In fact, we have a mathematician Perelman. But nobody ever saw him anyway.'