Empire of feelings

I would like in accordance with the traditions of classical literature, on which and from which we all grew up in one way or another, to start with direct speech. So I will begin:

This is blasphemy, sacrilege, the desecration of my feeling, my faith, my ideals, the desecration of me as a person, my choice on the life path! The pain is simple!

This is from the testimony of one of the victims in the Pussy Riot case, or the key, or the candle, or the beekeeper, or the switchman - what's the difference in this case. He also added to this: "Those who have not yet been strong in faith are difficult to resist the desire to take revenge!" Judging by the undisguised desire, he himself is not too strong. There are still reserves. What, interestingly, will be when it will finally get stronger?

You, of course, noticed how recently the mass sensitivity of both individual citizens and entire teams has sharply aggravated?

We seem to live today in the country of the subtlest, easily vulnerable feelings, languid sighs, excited whispers, timid breaths, and, of course, the nightingale's trenches - where without trifles. The good old Sternov-Karamzinsky sentimentalism has become somehow imperceptibly moral-aesthetic mainstream of our generally harsh and practical on the superficial gaze of everyday life.

What kind of tragic Greek choir that our fellow citizens fell into sensitivity about the insulting their feelings - the most diverse, but recently mostly religious.

They were sympathetic to such an extent that they took the habit of unusually excited literally for any reason. Such increased sensitivity, as you know, is characteristic of persons experiencing a transitional age. But not entirely normal, you see, this age is to experience forever.

Previously, their tender feelings were much less prone to injuries. Their feelings were courageously silent in a rag in those days when the state famously exploded the temples or arranged vegetable stores in them, when it built them, so sensitive, in a three-year queue behind the ZIL refrigerator or behind the carpet of the Orekhov-City Combine, when it drove them to open party-union meetings or we built them up to November The May Day demonstrations, when it drove them on collective farms and farmers to collect potatoes under the friendly snoring of the very tiring workers of the village, when they made them publicly and, of course, sincerely admire the literary work of the general secretaries, when it was through its representatives - from the district policeman to the head of the ZhEK - unearthly humiliated, insulted and openly deceived people.

No, no such special feelings were somehow observed. Well, perhaps the “feeling of deep satisfaction”, with the fatal inevitability of them, experienced by the detailed acquaintance with the historical decisions of the next or, more, extraordinary July-December Plenum. And other feelings - no, no.

However, this was all a long time ago, many have already forgotten. And someone does not know this at all. And, by the way, thank God that they do not know. Although not, not true, all this should be known. So, just in case, how it was sung in one cheerful ditty.

And in new times, do all those who are carried by buses in polling stations, who are taken by the same buses, are feeling to the official enthusiastic “Putings”, whose last brains blow out with drafts of federal channels and to whom they are constantly lying, and from their own name? No, no senses. Not a single, as they say, the muscle will flinch on the collective person of the collective body. Complete calm. The picture is "over the eternal peace."

But when suddenly something alive, and therefore always incomprehensible bursts into their life, various feelings are terribly played out. Basically - a feeling of unformed hatred. And the less this hatred is rationally motivated, the stronger and more destructive it is.

Of particular hatred causes not bad, but incomprehensible. Most of all they hate something that "I would never do and could not do it, because it would never have occurred to me." Killed and robbed? Bezed alone with all? Got a bribe of one and a half million? They put my grandmother in the almshouse to pull off her apartment? Set on fire by a neighbor's barn? Cut down the forest? They blocked the street for two hours to let Cavalcade of howling, like a snake Gorynych, pass, membership? Rumble at night under the window of the asphalt car? Not good, of course. But it’s clear. And who would be in their place ...

Hatred is the stronger the more difficult it is to formulate its motives and causes. Hatred and knowledge, hatred and understanding, hatred and ability to dialog, hatred and the ability to see yourself from the outside are incompatible. The more irrationally it is, the stronger and deeper it is.

Well, there, Putin -Gundyaevs - I see. Schmevtni deputies too. All sorts of judges-prosecutors who disconnected any human beginning for the sake of purely technical performing functioning are a little less, but somehow it is also clear.

But these are the so -called "ordinary people", who seemed to be personally not interested and, frankly, more than approximately informed, who are angry and voluptuously urge to put, plant, tear out in the square, coat tar and dump in feathers. What drives them? What encourages them? Well, not mass sadism? Although who knows.

And these prosecutors-Sudemic cars would not dare, of course, to give full will to their state-owned animation, if not for the support of so many sensitive people. This is on the one hand. On the other hand, all these immensely sensitive all their sensitivity would be in a beautiful way in a beautiful way in one well -known place, as they did at all times, if there weren’t a bossy go -ahead: "Come on guys, feel. Yes, how can there be fights and calls at the gate, fuck."

As they know how to take revenge for their worthlessness, disdain, unnecessary childhood, their unnecessary to anyone and themselves in the first place. But they revenge, of course, only to those whom they can reach.

Who, in addition to the chronic sense of insult, is also aggravated by all these hypersensitive people, when they go into the reasoning about those who are in prison, who were beaten in the police, who were forcibly separated from children or loved ones. Why does this increased sensitivity completely displace the ability to imagine, the ability to imagine yourself or one of their loved ones in the place of another?

And speech, of course, is all the time about the "shrines", what else. "The feelings of millions of believers are deep ..." Yeah, deeply. Yeah, millions. Well, yes, feelings, but what else.

Millions are not millions, but actually there are many of them. Alas, there are many of them - those whose sensitivity violence against an individual, humiliation of a particular human person, abuse of civil rights and freedoms does not hurt too much. For what? Their delicate feelings are deeply injured only by any, even the most indirect, even imaginary encroachments on signs, symbols, flags, portraits, automatic ritual gestures - on everything that they, who have not come out of the state of pagan fetishism, are called "shrines". However, the need of the being abandoned by God in the "shrines", which "everyone can offend," is understandable in general terms.

For a modern person, there is also something sacred, and he, too, imagine, feels something. For him, the human person is the sacred - her life, her dignity, her freedom. And these values, absolute for a modern civilized person, are endured and suffered, including the tradition of Christian culture. I affirm this as a non -religious person.

Is it because the modernity itself is perceived by some as a formidable danger for the order of things that has been established in our time and in our place. Here is what one major Chekist rank said, subject to professional amnesia, and therefore completely forgot about the heroic past of his office, for many decades with varying degrees of success of the oppression of the church and, by the way, trapping in the ground quite real, and not simulated feelings of both believers and unbelievers.

Here is what he said, crushing about the "attacks on the Church", what attacks have recently been considered the critical attitude of part of society towards the words and acts of the highest officials of the church department. Here is what he said : "These attacks are becoming more and more sophisticated in nature and are primarily aimed at young people. Together we will be able to resist the dangerous threats of modernity and preserve Russia great and indivisible."

Everything is correct and understandable, and I myself have repeatedly spoke out on the subject that the muddy archaic in an indestructible alliance with the gained authority is repelled from the present. And not only fights off, but also in his desperate doom, rushes to her, to modernity, a dull, ruthless, sweaty, puffing pig.

Those who have grown under the Soviet regime are still difficult to get used to the fact that the shield, sword, cross and censer fall into an increasingly dense and homogeneous lump. Which is understandable, given that the current government feels at least for some kind of ideological support, at least for some legitimacy. And therefore, someone in a cassock poured over the epaulette, who would wave the censer over their "Mercedes", over their massage salon with additional services, over their crowned with an oil tower, over their parliament, over their president, is so required.

And for modernity, in general, there is no special power, except, of course, the inexorable laws of history, which, although fatally are late, are still on its side, but still sooner or later declare themselves even in such an abandoned space as our unfortunate country, always choosing between "giant and indivisibility" and "threats of modernity."