In the opposition

Twenty years later. From under the plates

February 13, 2009 Alexander Ryklin

If you try to summarize the last, undoubtedly brilliant text of Leonid Radzikhovsky, published in the “Daily Journal” (he never allowed himself to evaluate the work of the authors of “Hedgehog”, but there’s nowhere to go), then the oppressive feeling of hopelessness by will, first of all, pushes into the surface of consciousness this most merciless “prayed”. The accurate, ruthless and in a certain sense, an exhaustive analysis of the two past decades in its descriptive part leaves no place for alternative interpretations. We all can get together in some pre-applied place, drooping their heads, exchange gloomy glances and honestly admit to each other-they really gleamed. Incidentally, I suspect that the event could have turned out to be an event - they would exchange impressions, memories, plans for the future ... “You, Semen Semenovich, what have you gleamed? ... Ah, this ... but I have been linked ... And how much Ivan Ivanovich ... And you, Zinaida Petrovna, are generally all over ... Ah, not all ... And then, what are you going to do? Swear the remaining ... well, happiness to you ... "

If someone thinks that I am joking, then completely in vain. Moreover, I am even sure that in the end in one form or another, such an action will certainly take place. And the crisis, by the way, is the most correct time to summarize the results. Radzikhovsky, of course, would insist on the definition of “final”. And I, such a funny and naive optimist, allow myself to impose something else on you - “preliminary”. I foresee crooked skeptical smiles. And yet…

I suspect that in this place a cunning reader expects a powerful evidence base of the above thesis from me. Say, please us, dear author, with your inexhaustible faith in a bright future and in the unchanging victory of good over evil. And most importantly - about our role in this process. We read about it on the high. We immediately grow up in our own eyes, the exciting sense of civil self -awareness spills through our circulatory system, fills all the cells, the brain begins to work feverishly, and paintings of future heroic victories are born in the head. We have a pink cheeks, a trembling appears in the fingers. And if the memories are still rushing ... “Listen, Zinaida Petrovna, do you remember how I put the cloves on the tank? Well, how do you not remember? So red ... I put it right on the caterpillar ”...“ And I brought a chair to the barricade ... By the way, there was a chair, almost new .... You, Semen Semenovich, then broke it for firewood ... But we didn’t have time to dilute the bonfire, we won, and I left home ... without a chair, of course ... but my wife didn’t say a word ... ”

In this place, I propose to interrupt the reading with particularly impressionable citizens. You can go for a walk, you can just drink a seagull. The main thing is to calm down. Because it is extremely harmful to overexcuging. At any age. Every doctor will tell you. Yes, and this is all empty ... Since Radzikhovsky is right - the next twenty years (albeit a little less) we wrote us down to scrap. And we did not resist this at all. And the fault is not a bloody regime, not Putin, not the oligarchs, not the Globe sebaceous bureaucracy, not the eternally mocking deputies - we ourselves voluntarily, practically crawled into this toilet and lowered the water. And now we rush through the fetid pipes in a certain direction. However, we are not very worried about this. It turned out that in the sewer pipe you can get settled with relative comfort. Well, yes, of course, stinks. Of course, there are mostly shit around. Well, we don’t get used to - thank God, they lived under the Communists. But the Chekists feed us better than the Communists, dress, shurge more decent, and besides, they give us from time to time to indulge in such a journalistic trendy. In a word, you can live. True, Zinaida Petrovna?

Probably the majority will say now: "This is not about me." About you, my friend, about you. Do not eat special illusions. It was you who voluntarily left the country called Russia. Who is literally, but most, of course, in a figurative sense. And in the vacant place, mold grew. The law of nature. And you yourself are already all in this mold and is no longer suitable for anything.

So what is my restrained optimism based on? On a very simple and purely practical consideration. I still from time to time meet people with burning eyes. And people with burning eyes cannot swim in shit for a long time - they try to get out of it. And wash the mold from the walls. Moreover, the current mold will be older than the old. But all this, unfortunately, is not about us.

By the way, I hope everyone understood whom I mean, saying "we." Yes, you are first, Semen Semenovich ...