
Russia, of course, is universal. And the nature of this distinctness, as you know, sometimes only seems obvious, but at the same time not easy for articulation. Although it is possible, by paraphrasing the modern poet, to say that she (Russia) simultaneously pushes out and at the same time pushes inside. That is, the authorities, directly turned to himself, hates, as coastal partisans of the cops, and sees it, as called, through and through, up to the tenth knee of corrupt bureaucracy. And the power, menacingly turned outside, that is, to others, America and the rotten West, idols and perceives, let's say, uncritically. Or, paraphrasing one academician, at the same time experiences a complex of inferiority and a complex of superiority. Incomplete, if she looks at her life, cruel and merciless, like she, damn it, is from the window in the kitchen, and superiority when she looks at others, not Orthodox and not spiritual, who do not want to learn from us, from the height of historical Kremlin towers.
This is all, it would seem, so obvious that it is confirmed even by sociological surveys. So VTsIOM discovered that 84 percent of the population consider themselves irreconcilable patriots of Russia, that is, in our opinion, they are stuck out. And according to other surveys, both VTsIA and Levada Center, I am almost the same percentage that all municipal and federal power are corrupt, selfish and concerned only by how to get more and dump.
With these 10 percent, one should also deal with whom, from whom, this percentage, it consists, although against the background of the fact that patriotism and nationalism have long been turned into a national idea, approximately more or less clear. But in order not to focus further on a percentage, we can already say that the vast majority is opposed by the marginal minority, and since we seem to have no other tools, we will try to determine this majority through the attitude to the minority, and vice versa - the minority as the rest of the majority.
How to determine this majority is seemed to be clear. Most, together with the authorities that it chooses in one way or another and which in turn, flushes the brains (the minority in such a context is obtained from those to whom the brains are not washed, that is, they are washed, but the result comes out the opposite for the fact that the majority of brain flushing). This majority seem to be determined by the results of their, so to speak, preferences. Let's look at the group portrait of that power that is chosen or elected (all the games of the authorities, which are in constant reduction in the list of elected, in this case do not matter, the sample is already quite representative).
Let's look at the physiognomy, and literally, at physiia, persons, so to speak, municipal and federal authorities from top to bottom, that is, from municipal tips to the present composition of the Duma and the Council of the Federation. And what will we see? Total distrust, even, can be said, total hatred of intellect. Popures of one writer: a person distorted by the seal of intelligence, in the afternoon with fire neither in the Duma, nor where in our native government, you will not find. That is, the parties in the same Duma, the Kremlin or municipal, can be different, but intelligent person, with hereditary intelligence in their eyes and facial features, as if these ten percent are not out of sight. And if it comes across by secondary signs a person, seemingly remotely reminds of the lectures that have once been listed, then something is clearly amiss.
You can, of course, again dump everything on our unfortunate power: they say, it, this power, the legitimate successor of the Soviet authorities, which has been almost integral to a focused selection. And starting with the revolution and the Civil War, this power destroyed (almost entirely) the intellectual estate of pre -revolutionary Russia, along with its aristocracy, and those who did not destroy, pulled out of the homeland. So as a result, there was only one worker-peasant layout, which, of course, created its proletarian intelligentsia, but so proletarian and workers-peasants that it is still through the face of rushing.
Although if I were in my place, some writer like V.V. Rozanov, he would certainly say that Nichi to hang all the dogs on his native Komsomol power, because this began not even in the 17th year, but earlier, with our great Russian classics of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, who, in their cadre of the common people, this peasant-monitor, amazingly found the pole of goodness and wisdom exclusively in a man of non-gramure and unenlightened. That is, if illiterate, and even for a long time and hereditary illiterate, then a source of wisdom, morality and truth. And if the diploma is spoiled, then the scumbag from the cart, the cart is only easier.
In other words, this distrust, this hatred of intelligence was absorbed (and absorbed) with the milk of the great Russian culture, which, rudely, of course, conducted and conducts the same selection from the school bench and the school threshold itself as the voter of our native Duma. Why - approximately and so clear. In the era of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, or even during the time of Pushkin, there were, so to speak, a bar who studied by their social habits, studied and once again studied that without any Cesare Lombroso sooner or later manifested itself in their physiognomy; And the poor people who did not study, did not study and did not study according to the same social conditions, and for quite objective reasons for the poverty of backward Russia. And as a result, an unwritten, one can say, mnemonic rule: if a spark of thought in the eyes, it means an enemy. And if there is no thought - our own, fraterno, ours in the board. And Pushkin was also remembered for the night, because, on the one hand, he, of course, he is the wizard of the word, our pride and the encyclopedia of the Russian soul, but, on the other hand, he drove the imperial wave in his anti -Polish and nationalist virsh so that other owl wings rest.
In other words, to pursue out and pushing inside, this is not Putin and Mladm Surkov invented at all, this is our, one might say, native and familiar. And the fact that for several decades the bar was carefully searched and cleaned as lice, and at the same time considered themselves the most intelligent and ideological and spiritually developed, then this is far from not only workers-peasant and proletarian, but even the original cultural and folk.
It is clear that the bar was driven by their social basis, but they recognized in the crowd and remembered precisely by physiognomy, and the fact that all the authorities, starting with the Soviet one, took such a simple way to divide into service, then this is understandable. That is, life, alas, develops that without these intellectuals, albeit their workers and peasants, nowhere. But if a thought in the eyes appeared: everything, there is no confidence. In the Soviet and Putin times, there were many ways to indicate to these upstarts: and the salary of these smart people, teachers, doctors and engineers paid consciously scanty in order to stop, so to speak, marginalization in the bud. And in power, of course, they did not take. Because they don’t even want to push out, because after the education received, they often simply cannot, and a wolf is eager for their intellectual forest, and this is the same forest that is alien to us and is hostile in a different way.
This universal is the Russian idea by large. And therefore, Putin, and Sichin, and Ivanov with all comrades - there are his own, Kudrin and Gref - on suspicion, and 10 percent has no chance at all. Only in an intellectual back room. And if anyone knows what needs to be done here, then I do not. That is completely. You can, of course, wait another 200 years to wait for everything with us like Pushkin. But if Pushkin, in the sense of Polish freedom, is hate , then he has long been here. And if in terms of universal responsiveness, then this responsiveness also has a reason to see the addiction. For this call is very very that we are called a song, it looks like a desire to remake everything from them in their own way.
You can, of course, repeat that we have two cultures, one of the majority, the other minorities, and they do not mix like a bloody Mary. But what to do with this Mary, if you don’t drink, I don’t know.