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According to a well -known template, here you need to start with the Pushkin quote, but I will refrain. Firstly, bored. Secondly, what's the "strange", in these "rapprochement". Only 15 years have passed with a little. And the country is about the same, and the topic for the conversation is the same: the intelligentsia appeals to power. More precisely, an eternal topic.

Like that in the hope of glory and good.

Information reasons are such. Dmitry Medvedev gave an interview with Novaya Gazeta, then arranged a meeting with civil society, and shortly before the Banner magazine printed new excerpts from the Diary of the Russian Reader Yuri Karyakin. That's rapprochement.

The famous writer, a former people's deputy, at the end of December, 94th, writes out the thesis to the letter to Yeltsin’s letter to his notebook. The president has just introduced troops into Chechnya, and it is necessary to explain with him.

“There are and cannot but be the plans of your political murder,” writes Karjakin, “(I am sure that the idiots are physical), but you are deceiving your political killers, in my opinion, are more and more decisively inclined to the plan - suicide. And if anyone is smarter, more abruptly, they are very qualified - they push you to implement this plan.”

Suicide is a war in Chechnya. Suicide - to push away people of honest, neglect the opinion of the Presidential Council, which "turned into a screen." Suicide-to surround themselves with "stupid-hut-kink" officials who will sell and destroy.

In the footnote, the author of the diary notes that this is the written letter written by the “Brorette”. However, the thoughts expressed in it, he outlined Yeltsin in his personal meeting. When he met, finally, with his presidential council.

Fifteen years later, all the same and everything else. The alignment is familiar: the president listens to citizens or answers questions of independent press. Cricking and Chechnya. The counter -terrorist operation yesterday was declared completed. True, not the first, but this one is the second, but also begun under Yeltsin. Only the mood in society has changed.

The society of the "damned 90s" is alive. Living feelings and lively pain when communicating with the president who betrays Russia, his supporters and himself. The live hope that when talking to this president can be thrown in the face of the most cruel accusations and he will hear if he wants. Surrounding himself by bastards, he still remains the real ruler of the country, the "king", legally chosen in the democratic elections. A person who is able to correct his own mistakes.

The society of "happy zero", smoothly flowed into crisis, is completely different. This is a half-dead society, which has long been alienated from the authorities and in the letters addressed to it, either expresses hopeless contempt, like Sergey Kovalev, or with the same hopelessness asks to free one of the political zones. This is a society that is not eager to meet with the president and is more likely to amaze when he scraps human rights activists to his advice or gives an interview with Novaya Gazeta. Finally, this society has been wondering for more than a year, which we have for the "king" - real or toy. What can he do, our third president?

In the diary of Yuri Karyakin, as in any genuine historical document, the era and a person in it are precisely reflected. With his naivety, rage and faith in the need to shout, reaching for the head of state, who was “his own” yesterday, and now does not know what he is doing. And that he is with a “impulse, a tear,” but somehow breaks himself and sober up in a political and different sense. I had to wait a long time, but the deadline came, and the bloodshed stopped, and the Russian general in a thunderous voice announced in Khasavyurt: "The war is over!" The mistake, you see, was fixed. Then, however, he repeated.

Smooth, self -confident and mysterious Mr. Medvedev does not make suicidal miscalculations. He does nothing at all and does not argue with anyone. Judging by the testimonies of eyewitnesses, he patiently listens to everyone and kindly makes notes in the notebook. When he considers it necessary, he responds, when he thinks otherwise - he does not react. No impulses, no tears. A solid smile, a calm, weighty voice, a sudden confession with the voice recorder turned off: you have never licked anything to anyone, and pass it to readers.

Then they wondered: will he hear? Will not hear? Now we guess: why did he need this? Crisis? Disagreements with the national leader? A game in a good and evil investigator for especially important domestic political affairs? Freedom is better than not free? Western loans are needed again? An incomprehensible, lifeless, enchanted time.

There are strange rapprochement. To understand only who comes together with whom and why it is so strange. And what to write in the diary, throwing theses for dialogue with this power and fighting with hopeless longing.