Ode about Ivanov

They have learned well how to show the meetings of the Security Council - only Medvedev is visible, broadcasting something somewhere to someone in space. “To the city and the world,” so to speak... A symbolic picture, however.

Where are the members of the Security Council? But they are not there. Why? It's easy to see why. Because it is IMPOSSIBLE to show Medvedev at the head of the table, and Putin at the table. The camera will explode from filming, the TV from showing it, the brains of the electorate from watching!

It’s terribly interesting how they will show us meetings between the president and the prime minister? They rushed towards each other with equal speed, stretching out their arms, merging, forming a four-legged structure and stepping on each other, as Chichikov and Manilov (they are!) moved forward. They landed on the chairs at the same time, using a stopwatch. And - at the same time - they began to talk? And they stopped and stood up at the same time? So that no one gets any advantage over another? And how, more precisely, WHO will the members of the Security Council obey from now on? Maybe they’ll grow two heads so they can bow at the same time?

But there will still be time to mock about this - years of political history will go into this, megatons of jokes lie ahead... For now, let’s turn to the topic, both personal and petty.

“I don’t see Shuisky between here!” Yes, sir, S.B. Ivanov was not at the meeting. And he didn’t get sick - he got sick. Leaked, sir.

This event has been sung many times in classical literature.

I will give only selected places. The electorate's reaction to the sensation.

“They killed our Ferdinand,” his maid told Schweik.

- Which Ferdinand, Mrs. Müller? - asked Schweik, without ceasing to massage his knees. - I know two Ferdinands. One worked for the pharmacist Prusha and once drank a bottle of hair growth liquid from him by mistake, and there is also Ferdinand Kokoschka, the one who collects dog shit. I don’t feel sorry for both of them at all.

- No, sir, Archduke Ferdinand. The one who lived in Konopische, that fat, pious...

- Jesus Mary! - Schweik cried. - There you go! Where did this happen to Mr. Archduke?

By the way, the question is interesting. Our “Archduke,” who never became heir to the throne, is undoubtedly also a pious man. If he's not fat, is it really his fault? Where (and why) did this happen to the gentleman?

There is no answer.

But I remember very well how during some meeting (on Seliger?) with “our people,” both heirs, winking at each other in a friendly and loving way, almost jostling with their elbows from friendly closeness, explained that in everything they were alike - and politically, and in terms of tastes and preferences, well, purely two brothers. And “there’s no need to promote yourself - your whole life is ahead of you,” “everything will work out for us.”

Nah... It worked. To each his own. Why is this so, and not vice versa? “Give me the answer. Doesn't give an answer." And he won't.

I also remember how the bell “wonderfully rang” - and not just one bell, and bells, steppe flowers.

The father of Russian independent journalism, Vitaly Tovievich Tretyakov, with his unique accurate understanding of politics, confidently predicted that “Ivanov - and only Ivanov!” would be Fate’s chosen one! will come true” - but it will not come true in time, but in essence everything will be so).

There is also a figure as talented as Vitaly Tovievich, but less (yet!) known. Vitaly Ivanov, columnist for Izvestia, one of the ideological sponsors of United Russia. So he bluntly said that, they say, the appointment of Ivanov as a successor is a fait accompli, and only complete crap does not know this, and only obvious, arrogant and vile enemies of Russia, Russophobes and direct CIA agents dare not to rejoice and dance in circles on this occasion. Because this is not a destination, but a Choice, “soil and Fate breathe, as they say,” “we say “Ivanov” - we mean “Russia.” Mm-yes... And now, when we say “Ivanov”, what do we mean? And we don’t mean shit. Do you know why? Yes, because we don't say that anymore!

But at home, in the bathroom, turning on the water, is it really possible that Tretyakov and V. Ivanov do not remember S. Ivanov?

I'm sure they remember.

What a charm the mind has perished!

A combination of knowledge and eloquence

And valor, our holiday, the color of hope,

Lawmaker of tastes and decency,

Their mirror... all shattered. Everything, everything...

What about me? Who am I...

With the recent honey of vows in his soul,

Now that this mighty mind,

Like a stuffed bell rattling...

…My God !

Where did everything go? What's in front of me?

Well, well, political scientists do not fall into such pessimism. In front of them is always the same thing - the Glory of Russia, the struggle for the right to fight NATO with a microphone at the ready, creative creation - in the prescribed perspective of a new discourse from the old context and meetings with interesting people (each other) from Shevchenko... But in the soul, still , I think, a sick, torn string is ringing, they hit themselves in the chest with their fists: “For what?! Why are you Ivanova... SO?!”

“I don’t accept God (they would try to “not accept” V.V.! - B.S.), understand this, I don’t accept the world he created, I don’t accept God’s world and I can’t agree to accept it.” No, of course, the minds of V. Tretyakov-Ivanov and others did not rise to such a rebellion. But the sense of harmony is broken... And what must it be like for Ivanov himself? It’s not a matter of rank, but again the fact that - is it really V.V. could he have made a wrong decision? What then should we believe?! “The connecting thread of days has fallen apart...”

What is really bad about Sergei Borisych with his touching crest above his head? Or maybe... it’s all about the crest? Maybe there was some kind of rebellion suspected in this crest, turning into irreverence, irreverence, pregnant with a challenge, a challenge fraught with rebellion?! What do you think - and it very well may be... It always starts with the tufts: he, they say, “doesn’t comb his hair, the wind...”. And - comb your hair! And - you can’t? Or - you don’t know how? Or - DO YOU NOT WANT? And we will help you...

And they pulled Ivanov back. For the crest. It doesn’t hurt at all, but still, still, still...

And then...

And then Dostoevsky’s iron law comes into play.

One of Dostoevsky’s “tricks”: why do you hate so-and-so so and so? What did he do to you? - He’s nothing to me. But I once did something nasty to him and from that moment I hated him!

Translated into bureaucratic language.

If an official was removed, not from anywhere, but from the very top; Yes, not a simple official, but an ambitious one - then he will fall to the bottom (i.e., to a simple minister). For there will always be the thought that he “harbours an evil” and therefore, “is dangerous.”

And no matter how much Ivanov exclaimed (not just this one, but anyone, conditionally), that the wisest decision was made regarding him; that he could not even hope that they would give him... well... they would give him a new appointment, and just like that; that he was, is and will be devoted and grateful in all positions where he was... that way... well, in a word - grateful and faithful; that the most worthy of the worthy was chosen instead of him - no matter how much he repeats all this, it only gets worse!

Because: he is hiding and lying. And he waits, like a snake, curled up in a ring.

Well, if (let’s imagine for a moment) he fell silent, then, you know, no further evidence is required! “I'm offended! Who are you offended by?! Are you offended by RUSSIA?!”

Yes, sir... In the bad old days, retired Kamenev-Zinovievs could not prove that they were not offended - right up to the grave.

In the good old days, retired Shelepins proved their “no offense” as ambassadors to Zanzibar.

And now - they will just let you keep the property acquired in tireless care for Russia. And ffse, as they say on the Internet.

“And Carthage fell, only Nineveh was left ruins. And yet, dear friend, keep your head up!” Colonel General S. Ivanov was replaced in the Security Council by Colonel General V. Ivanov. He also replaced Colonel General Cherkesov as head of the State Tax Committee, lovingly referred to by the people as “state foolishness”, i.e. became the main "governor". So nothing has changed, no one has changed. After all, the initials of all the Ivanov-Cherkesovs are the same: G.B.