Jubilee

As the best monument to the Gulag, there is an untouched gulag

In a sense, this is good-I do not dare to condemn the authorities-to plant Ponomarev to the table of the author of the Gulag. Such a gift for the anniversary, a visual monument to the Solzhu: the lion says - I do not regret, we answer - I will plant! Events for the table is not a triumph or a seal: no, it is necessary to mark such things with a whip, it is necessary to celebrate such things.

What is there, he, of course, is a genius, but his instrument is a fist: among his works of all the talented “gulag”. The trouble was not in the communists, the murderers of moral and pure, not in their burry leader in his kurguz jacket, the trouble is not in the whites and not in the red, not in the informers and the disagreements, not in the pluralists and pilots, not at the atheists and priests, not in seductive ideas, whose vile charm is invincible, and not in the treacherous ones. Jews, with whom we have been sitting together for two hundred years, with their social unwritten and thirst for maternal goods -

but just here, whatever we build, everything turns into a gulag,

And the whole cultural race, realizing that he is inexhaustible, writes about this “Sunday”, “at the bottom” and “Sakhalin Island”.

Such frying and smoke did not know in any hell, and they lie that he was ineffective: the gulag does not come down to work. The essential meaning of his phenomena, as the majority understands, was in the abbreviation of the population, his optimization - and then it is breeding and breeding, crawls and worshiped by a spot ... and if in what is the unity, then is the thieves' Code: the Law and Fenya Lesson, Bugrs, Terepils, Blatari, who are smart, who is not moron - he is die; Designer, nuclear, acoustics ( see “In the first circle” - approx. D. B. ) - in sharashka so that he does not get bored; Those who are not omitted - they will be laid out who will be let go - he was knocking ... The leaders of any famous suit, who are old, who are young, for one strive for power: in order to rule, transplanted everyone. The whole power of the leader is in Oschal, in the roots. More b! And those who were more released - like Gorbachev or Khrushchev - those, thank God, did not put them, more precisely, they didn’t put it in prison, and they did not object, because they knew what was happening.

There is no such magician in the world to change such a lot. No one left the Gulag who spent at least a day in him:

Neither Berezovsky, nor Gusinsky, nor the German, nor Pole, nor Podrabink, nor Radzinsky, nor the author of the novel “Gulag”, even if he did not break and retained his honest face.

But how beautiful this novel is! Everyone is good, and he is great: although Denisych, Circle and Circle, even partly “Wheel”, are all good, but this is a compass. It all came true in it. He, like a stove, stands under us, a source of general stroke: everything is transient, he is a foundation, a synonym for permafrost, he is an army, a school, a video sequence and a sound assignment ... They stand without the righteous of the village, but they are not standing without a GUGA.

And no perestroika will threaten him: there is no sun in the world to melt Kolyma. Sometimes they reduce the deadlines here so that the western grandmas are attracted, sometimes lines from “torture” and “Butyr meetings” are printed ( ibid. - approx. D. B. ), but then, in fact, not a step.

Our hut is forever immortal: as the best monument to the Gulag, there is an untouched gulag,

reliable, strong, amazing. It has an evil howl and a wild roar, on it is a board, on it Isaich, Ponomarev sits inside.