The march of the absurdity

Probably awkward in this case - this is, first of all, I am. But I'm not alone, read to the end and understand that the second value here is collective.

I rarely go to rallies and demonstrations, mainly due to anti-a-stock instinct (which, however, also ralves all its carriers in an boundless motley herd), partly due to the inertia, cowardice and laziness, called in our everyday life. But on this New Year's Eve, I decided to look at 18.00 on the Triumphal Square. In essence, I reasoned, observing the next idea of ​​my internal theater “but”, can I say that I agree that they had a sophisticated in the Fatherland over the past 10 years? Let me not of the disagreements, but simply from the decisively disagreeing - it is not at all necessary to garbage in the mind of thin (they are also convenient) distinctions, you can see what is happening with your own eyes. It is very similar that the revolutionary shocks that I do not want at all will not come from the fact that these rallies go to these rallies, but for the exact opposite reason.

I went and do not regret. Here are a few descriptive ones, with elements of evaluation and generalization, points that, as they assured me, after listening to my stories, friends, can be of interest to a wider public. I am writing something like that I told them, matter has.

Situation

In front of the Monument to Mayakovsky and the Big New Year tree, metal barriers of the fence were exhibited. Behind them, as I understand it, did not immediately hold her counter action “Young Russia”. The segment of the sidewalk from Tchaikovsky’s hall and almost to the end of the square was completely controlled by a police, who eventually replaced the audience in the subway. If there were no law enforcement officers, no one would “interfere with the passage of citizens” - so little human rights defenders gathered. Taking the “Rossomolets” by the brackets of the fencing (there they clown) I can determine by eye the ratio of protesters, journalists and police officers (not counting those who sat in the buses standing along the Tver and around the square) like 1: 1: 3. The assessment is very rude. It is necessary to make an amendment to the fact that I could not return to the main point of boiling because of the toll: to the corner of the Tver and triumphal near the entrance to the subway.

Police

Law enforcement officers hold on for the most part without much aggressiveness. The word "uninvited" would be an exaggeration, and a strong, but burning desire to erase us into powder in their eyes, I also did not read. It’s even strange: the matter was the New Year, and the guys were forced to freeze in the square. True, when I, with a pafos, began to integrate one of them and offered him to look into my eyes, he said that my eyes were “unscrupulous and arrogant”, but I was immediately rewarded: a woman from the crowd listening to us, besieged my critic: “You are in vain, my eyes are very beautiful.” And she laughed so cute that I forgave her a contradiction: beautiful eyes may well be unscrupulous and arrogant, alas. Yes, and on the conscientious opponent, who is suitable for my sons, was not offended.

Of course, there are merciless pitching, who do not see anything but biomass and therefore instantly turn into biomass. It seems that this time they did not atrocity - probably there was a indication - but there is no doubt that in other circumstances they will not be almighted. Well, the business is serving, but here it could be noted that people are still different: they taught everyone, but not everyone climbs into the first students. True, I do not know whether I have always been correctly distinguished by ordinary policemen and riot police.

Disagent

I don’t want to criticize almost like -minded people, but it seems that the worst work could not have been expected. A couple of years ago, the last time I looked at such an event, everything looked more cheerful (but it seems more dangerous, it was quite possible to get a club on the back). Well, if only five to ten people were placed on the sidewalk to inform and coordinate sympathetic or simply curious from the inhabitants-and they must be counted on them in such cases. Everything looked like if there were an unspoken agreement between all participants in the action - opposition, power, security forces: everyone was doing their own business, everyone is satisfied and diverge to celebrate the New Year (even the detainees will have time). Of course, I don’t think so, but the principle of kukarching without subsequent dawn, I'm afraid this time played a fundamental role. I read after my campaign an article-report of Limonov on the “Flays.ru”; He knows better, of course, but, in my opinion, he is excessively optimistic and gives herself to the real one.

Ordinary citizens

The spontaneous order that came like me (the appeal of the same Limonov to the name of Sakharov acted on me) simply did not know what to do. I managed to throw myself a few words with several people; Most of all were remembered two old women who poured to the police bus. It was already after the not quite safe crush that the police staged, pushing the audience in the subway, and I asked: “Why did you come here, with a wand?” They: "Then, that you, without a stick." And after a pause: "If we, of course, are not mistaken." The second part of the replica is symptomatic: it was not so easy to understand who was who in this porridge. By the way, because of this, at the very beginning of the rally (and I came to the square about about a quarter six) I almost found myself in a foreign camp. Some woman screamed at the police: “Why did you block the square, do not let people go, we came to have fun near the Christmas tree.” And someone from the cordon, slightly pushing the barrier, said to her: "Well, go if you want." I will fool away immediately: "Let everyone, everyone wants to have fun." He agreed somewhat in surprise: "Yes, please." And I ended up behind the Christmas tree among the youths, in which after a couple of minutes I recognized the “young Russia” and immediately rushed back to his native democratic sidewalk, afraid that they would not let me go back. They let it go.

"Russia young"

Of course, the most rotten, false and nasty that I saw that evening. Truly shameless and impudent. And, I have no doubt, purchased. This, of course, is not “ Protect fascism”, but directly, it is ready: all these chicks of Surkov’s nest, which occupied the area around the Christmas tree for their contract: strained dancing around the Christmas tree (“we are on assignments”) and the chant of angry anti -American slogans. Patriotic Santa Claus, climbing a blue barrel, was especially sickening. But here I was waiting for comfort. Having made his speech, who denounced the overseas Santa Claus, the good grandfather led: “Bad Santa, go home!”, And I thought that the Almighty was giving the shelma unmistakably: it is “drove”, do not “ride”.

(I would say that it marks with amazing unmistakability. A small retreat: it is strange that in the recent debate of restoring the “Kursk” line of the Mikhalkov product, no one, sorting out ideological shades, did not pay attention to the circumstance of a completely ideological, but primary, in my opinion, importance. It was just in this line that the gymnopolist, generally against the rules of the Russian syllable, did not sin. “Growing to loyalty” is the undoubted solsism, it is that any teacher of the Russian language emphasizes with a wavy red line and writes in the fields: “Style!” You can inspire on exploits, but at least the people, in the space of the Russian language, can not be grown in linguistics. There are other semantic gestures, other compatibility mechanisms, now, thanks to the restoration of historical memory or as they have, the generation behind the generation will read this golden-capacity three-however, not particularly slowing down and, confidently, strictly sneaking, the extremes converge. But we have nothing more Russian than the language, as one talented writer said ... Well, grow for loyalty, restorers. Dry-go. Haven't arrived yet?)

I received from two cute “milling” girls and a leaflet with the image of Santa Claus in the form of a kind of Jew Zhidovich: a crochet nose, eyes-oily, raking hands are for the vomitably folded on the chest and are ready to rub, or washing each other-in a word, iconography is quite Goebbels. Тут же воспроизведена и афиша американского фильма «Плохой Санта», где рядом с главным лиходеем (мулатом? трудно понять) изображен его подручный — угрюмый ниггер. It seems like all the sisters ... I began to read the leaflet, celebrating the regular absence of commas in the proper places and their presence in the short -lived eyes. I don’t want to spread about the quality, so to speak, the content: and not propaganda and not a parody of propaganda, but just some kind of parody of a parody. Vladislav Yuryevich, it is necessary to change the rateers-not only in Moscow, but also in Russia, all the more young, people who are able to extract something nutritious and simply meaningful from such an abracadabra are not found: “He (Santa- MG ) is ready to put on any mask: fascist, anarchist, anyone to destroy our culture, destroy our statehood.” But here the topic of the most malicious of the peoples was enriched with a paradoxical variation: a thin person of about my age, which stood side by side with me, i.e. On the sixth ten, he suddenly shouted: “Bastards! Putin's servants! Dogs! Jews seized all the wealth, and you protect them! " I asked a fellow on the non-Urazitsa whether he said all the Jews, but he, having glanced at my physiognomy, said that he did not want to discuss this issue, once again convincing me that the set of our main historical and cultural ideologies-and the “Jew” is probably included in the first five, if not the three-any can be used by any camp at a completely arbitrary circle. What, of course, says about the quality of the set itself, post-traumatic in nature, but now we are not talking about that, but about the not-expected context in which the surname of our Prime Minister, who seemed to have lunged oligarchs of well-known origin, was used. But just in this part, even greater surprise awaited me.

Not too mysterious stranger

I managed for the first time in my life (it would be nice for the last time, but there is no confidence) to talk with the representative of the FSB. That is, I assume that a person in a black jacket and a knitted hat, without external insignia, was behind the backs of police officers, was from this organization. Indirectly, he confirmed this at the end of our discussion, which I record from memory. It began with the fact that he tried to convince us to clear the sidewalk: the city hall de did not allow the rally, because another event is held in the square. I objected: this is a violation of the law by the city hall, for such rallies the order is not permissive, but notifying; As for the New Year's fun of the "Rossomolets", everyone knows that this is an obscene fiction. Then he called me to him (I thought he would lead to the bus, where the detainees were dragged, and was upset, because they waited for me on New Year's Eve, and with the alcohol that I promised to bring), and about us about this dialogue took place.

- The face is smart, everything seems to be a person understandable. Why shake the air in vain?

“Why are you hanging noodles on your ears?” (Another absurdity and a wrong step on my part, for which I was right away rightly punished.)

- Do not “hang”, but “hang”.

- I agree, sorry. But still - noodles.

- And you, bl ..., voted for Yeltsin? Voted for Putin? So now get what you want. (This time he fanned, and I immediately recouped.)

- Well, if you are on the "you", then let's, please, without matyugs.

- Fine. But voted? (Honestly, I was so impressed by the second name that I changed the tone, if not for confidential, then to friendly.)

- Suppose, I could not vote in a terrible dream for Putin. And he voted for Yeltsin, yes; True, in the 96th-only in the second round and without any joy, but you remember what the assortment was then.

- How can you understand: Russia is such a country, there will still be a revolution, and a collapse, and the devil knows what. Leave - this is best. (It was said without the slightest anger, even with some kind of some kind-he also changed his tone.)

“I don’t want to go anywhere, and it’s too late for me to go.”

- But I did not swear to this Russia at all, I swore allegiance to the Soviet Union. And here I am only because with uniform ...

Then I asked how old my interlocutor of years - the Soviet oath was not contradicting, although it was literally in prize.

- I, let's say, swore allegiance to military camps, but I am ashamed of it.

(Then he again began to boil slightly.)

- Do you know what? Everyone already understands everything. And if you want to prove something to you, go to those people with big stars. (I mean the Corpolent police bosses standing next to the spruce.)

- No, I will not go to them. I was already trying to blame something, but they just turn away.

- And you and I, in my opinion, have nothing more to talk about.

- Perhaps.

I went back for the fence.

***

I don’t know if I’ll go to such a rally - maybe I’ll go, looking from the situation and in the mood. But I least of all would like my notes to be understood as "the plague for both of your homes." Not Kasparov, not Limonov and not Alekseev (Kasyanov here, of course, stands apart) - the reason for deep social degradation, whose witnesses we have become in the last decade, resuscitation of the most anachronous andodic forms of public life. What is there, just sticky, absurd lies, which in a certain sense we did not have a sip of advice - there was still a significantly different external convention, which determined the nature of the lies. The most awkward that we now have is, without doubt, the Kremlin, with all his reckless towers, nodules on the face of a leader who has lost all contact with reality, and schizophrenic pseudo -winding articles (democratic institutions are formed and stabilized, but there were no quality, something like that). Meanwhile, you can only crawl out of our pit together, otherwise we will smoke even deeper. How? Don't know. Is it possible to draw these people into a dialogue, using their own expression - to “force the world” with the remnants of society, which they so carefully destroy? If they came to the triumphal, just to look and attend-twenty to thirty media (or mediatized) “stars”, whose faces are flashing on TV, the police, I believe, would behave more decently, and this could be the first step in the desired direction. Outskind: Posner and Tolstaya, Shevchuk and Utkin (yes, a football commentator, and you think he affects the minds less than Pozner? You are mistaken), you can continue the list, flash your thirty yourself. But they will not come. But nothing better comes to mind. Complete hopelessness.
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