Ways of love

Thanks to Boris Akunin for excavating context.

It turns out that the famous and foolish song that Kiryuha sang from the Chekhov "Steppe" ...

"Our mother Rasia to the whole world of Ga-la-va!" - Suddenly sang Kiryuha with a wild voice, choked and fell silent. The steppe echo picked up his voice, suffered, and, it seemed, stupidity itself rolled along the steppe on heavy wheels. ”

So, it turns out, this one, still Nicholas the First, the patriotic song grows from the Polish question!

“If you don't submit,
Lost like grass:
Our mother Russia
The whole light is head. "

What, however, symptoms.

In the lining of Russian state patriotism, the imperial topic is almost certainly sewn. “Love Russia” means here-to desire the conquest of neighboring peoples and not to love those who want to get out from the imperial influence of “mother”.

A cursory glance around the perimeter will show us at half a half of the latest, Putinsky spill “enemies”, alternately, along the go -ahead from the Kremlin, which became smoking points of folk consolidation: Latvians, Estonians, Ukrainians, Georgians, the same Poles ...

The ominous West is still looming behind their backs, the dislike of which (that under the Romanovs, that under the Dzhugashvili, which under Putin) automatically means enrollment in the “patriots”. This is a necessary and, as a rule, a sufficient condition. Nothing is required more. Write Obama Schmo on the car, joke about the psaki - here you are and the patriot.

An attempt to practice here some other kind of patriotism (combined, for example, with love for surrounding humanity)-is immediately covered with suspicion and leads to expulsion or scammers.

"... Poking in me with tested index: not ours!"

Unfortunate Belgians, Swedes, Portuguese, New Zealanders ... How do they love their homelands? Is it just like that, in the fact of birth, under this, and not another sky? With this, and not another story, language, customs, weather? Not in spite of the world. Without gloomy, without walking nodules and frightened eyebrows, without a middle finger forever protruded towards the universe, without bossy shout and inspection ... Without a long line into the treasury (from among those who love their homeland, especially correctly and tightly).

How do they get it? What is the support of feeling?

Maybe ask?

Maybe try to love his homeland on the same grounds yourself? Like just like that. For the steppe and the steppe around. For Natasha Rostov and Tanya Larina, for spills of her rivers like the seas?

Yes, and how to agree on the privacy of this process? Well, not in megaphone. Because when they love the homeland for a long time in a megaphone, it is fooling. And she blooms when they carefully care about her.

This is usually done by people who will not take the word “patriotism” in their mouths. People like a doctor Anton Chekhov, the author of the story "Steppe".



Photo: Russia. Moscow region. June 17, 2015. Visitors at the Arms' Exhibition at the Army-2015 International Military Technical Forum in the Military-Patriotic Park of Culture and Rest of the RF Armed Forces "Patriot" in Kubinka. Mikhail Postuev/TASS