A dream of horrors

The connection between the signifier and the meaning is indirect, implicit, shaky and flickering - an eternal problem and eternal, constantly raised, but never solved the issue of Russian history and Russian life in general.

We always exist in time and eras, all signs and properties of which are reduced to one or another key concept, by the way.

In different times, there were “revolution”, “naps”, “great fracture”, “hedgehog”, “war”, “victory”, “overcoming the consequences of a personality cult” (later “voluntarism”), “developed socialism” (later “stagnation”), “restructuring and publicity” (subsequently “greatest geopolitical catastrophe”). "Triumph of democracy" (subsequently "dashing 90s"). Then we went to the jamb of "urinating in the toilet", "power vertical" and "sovereign democracies." Now the main word is "crisis."

These keywords are always incommensurable and more and less than what they mean. They, as a rule, explain little, but they serve as a universal justification for everything, and a little later, when changing the keyword to another, by the same universal accusation of us, but yesterday. Once they said: "The war will write off everything." Now everything is written off the crisis. Everyone is lying on the crisis, as recently, everyone was falling on a car traffic jam. Crisis is a universal indulgence and excuse. It justifies large and small dirty tricks, it legitimizes irresponsibility and cowardice, they are covered with stupidity and pettiness. Crisis, gentlemen, why be shy! Yes, I have to do with it! The crisis! All claims to him.

But in fact, these days everyone is busy with the fact that they are tirelessly and inventively scaring each other. They are scared in the manner of Gogolevsky Afanasy Ivanovich, who loved, as you know, to make fun of the gullible and shy Pulcheria Ivanovna.

This, in general, has always been. Suddenly, the taxi driver tells you either this: "Have you heard, they say, this summer there will be a heat of fifty -two degrees?" That is, not fifty -one and not fifty -three, namely fifty -two. So reliable, of course. “No,” you say, “haven’t heard. And you heard this from?” “Yes, they said here ...” - the driver replaced evasively and changes the conversation, because this conversation makes sense only if complete mutual trust. Even the minimum skepticism completely destroys the already unsteady drama of the barely outlined horror.

By the way, about horror films. The other day I heard how small, about seven years old, the boy told his mother: "Mom, I dreamed of a dream of horror today." Well, we arrived. Still, it would seem, more recently, the film industry with a vulgar magnificent metaphor was called the "dream factory." And now the night dream, having surrendered to the mercy of the winner, is interpreted in the categories of the film industry. But this is so, by the way.

Ancient, deep eschatological anxiety, organically combined with children's Taith frivolity, is extremely characteristic of our population. In order not to be suspected in an arrogant attempt to stand in a third -party’s pose, exhausted by his own insight of the observer, I will immediately say that these very properties, namely, inherited from the mother, causeless anxiety and indestructible paternal optimism are highly inherent in me. And therefore, I, as they say, flesh from the flesh. And so I dare to hope, I know what I say.

We are all horrified by something future, incomprehensible and sinister, and at the same time we are sure that everything will somehow cost. And we are right. In both cases.

And everyone scares us. And we are all scared and do not scare at the same time.

“It's still something!” The scarecases scare, “but in the spring ...”

And what do you order to do now? Fear, or something, spring? What else was missing! Pray, or something, about eternal winter? Well, no, sorry! Let spring ...