: Present and future

We read with Akhmatova in the famous poem of 1921:

Everything is plundered, devoted, sold,
Black death flashed the wing,
All hungry longing is sophisticated,
Why did we get light?

In my opinion, if you turn it over absolutely the opposite, it conveys today's moods, as they say, masses and elites. Well, to be honest, I am slightly in contact with such notorious masses and with such refined elites. But here is the mood of what between, conveys.

About the opposite. Well, if you believe the rumor, it is well plundered. Subjected? Highly rhetoric for this day. Rhetoric of the system opposition. I don’t know very well that it was possible to betray so beautifully. Sold? It’s certainly not, because it is bought sluggishly.

As for black death - well, we will not lie, in hot spots - probably; In the space foreseeable to me, the wing did not particularly flash. Are the hungry longing? No. Rather, laughing and fat is felled with laughter. In a word, the further, the more the opposite. And most importantly - in the end. To us - well, as far as I observe this “we” - namely that suddenly it was not light. On the contrary, despite the fact that it happened and worse, moreover, if you look back without pink nostalgic glasses, almost always, the document finishes a look, in real calculation it was worse, somehow a dull at heart. And the point here is not only that you and I recently dipped their face into politics. Not only. The matter, I think, is in the dialectical ratio of the present and future.

Starting with the Chekhov Pety Trofimov and the sky in the diamonds at all, in our Russia, the future has always been more beautiful and attractive than the present.

You can conduct a brief tour of the twentieth century - I think those readers I am addressing are able to do it on my own. Summarizing without bloody details - the present tried with might and main to make the future preferable to him. For example, I will dwell on the 70s-the time of my youth and my friends-and I will try to recall the image of the future that loomed in front of us as accurately as possible.

It was certainly not communism, and perhaps, perhaps, for sure - not the collapse of the existing system. Maybe young historians or economists understood this more than our brother, but we believed the USSR more durable to us. In a word, in front we saw something perpendicular to the social structure - a kind of fantastic picture. No wonder there was such a frantic demand for science fiction, including a variety of levels and socially loyal domestic. On our poor fantastic cinema, not rich in special effects. It seems to be three explanations. Firstly, scientific and technological progress was an objective truth among abundant lies, and it was on it (it seemed) that one can rely. Secondly, here he is-the cosmic epic unfolded before his eyes. Thirdly, we saw how gadgets (this word was not) really change the picture of the world. I don’t know who came up with a cassette tape recorder, but he grandiosely advanced freedom of speech in the USSR.

This is regarding the distant future, moreover, the horizon is common to all. As for the nearest and personal - there was a non -core glowing overcoming the problems of the present. Until - get buckwheat. Now not to remember how much entertaining life was then, how incomprehensible and partly the most ordinary matter of existence was excited by a magical way. For comparison - today I threw a list of food and went to the supermarket. And this list is not a letter to the future. He is already the present.

Then the USSR collapsed, and such hopes shone on its ruins that - see Akhmatov. Here, however, everything is so individual that I’m afraid to categorically do not coincide with one of you. My family passed along the edge, along the border of poverty and poverty, but still not falling into a specific hunger, despair. No one was dying of cured diseases due to a deficiency of drugs. Gangs of showdown passed the side. I'm not talking about the conflict zones of the former USSR. In general, two or three divisions are worse-and distant prospects were replaced by the nearest futility.

Summing up, I say, of course, far from everyone. There were those who lost loved ones there, health, homeland, work, buried hopes - and now they deservedly hate these years of change. There were, on the contrary, those who made uneven states there. But there were those who suffered, believed, waited and hoped. If you carefully look at them (at us), then this layer will be heterogeneous. What did they expect, what exactly were hoping for? To different ones. Today, one way or another, we got to the other side. With all the discrepancies, somehow what we have, with what we hoped for? As my colleague in Polit.ru would say, Borya Dolgin, and no .

Everyone saw a beer advertisement where it is forbidden to shoot people. Little by little, an interesting world is growing there-a person’s shell, but without a person. So, if we take our exhausted entourage with a slow panorama: windows, cottages, cars (I personally don’t have), vacuum cleaners, televisions - in a word, so as not for a long time, about this - yes, it seems to be. And if you still catch gloomy and preoccupied faces in the frame-rather, not. They didn’t dream about that. Suddenly it was not light. Moreover, this story is somewhat reminiscent of a common archetypal story about a naive person and line: well, a person carefully formulates his wishes, and the devil fulfills them literally and accurately, but having shitting the very essence. Such a joke.

That's what you and I do not have - the future. However, I do not mean eschatological forecasts. It's OK. Or, on the other hand, - even this terrible future is not. What if there is a prolonged present-just like that? Moreover, it is a little incorrect in the globalized world to talk about a very separate future of Russia. Everything is permeable, everything is mixed a little.

There is no attractive working model of the future -well, or I somehow do not see it disastrous

- Neither the western, nor the eastern, nor the third special (not to take the spell seriously about modernization.) At one time, a very long -term, almost unsolvable, exciting mind was the task of catching up (and overtake - probably holding the direction, but at least catch up with). They slowed down - we, in general terms, caught up. Well, a supermarket. Well, the Philips service center. In a word, it is systematically intensifying consumption, adjusting the activity for this goal - this life model is. Note, the model of the present. But with a dream-somehow weak.

Because, for example, a country without corruption, civil society or a healthy environmental situation is not a dream, just in format. It is ridiculous to dream of taking out the garbage or conducting the Internet. On the other hand, he left the house with a bucket-but there are no trains ...

Observation in the subway

Interestingly, today's young people (statistically) give way to the older generation-or is it not? Still, yes-with such clarification: strong grandfathers and grandmas for about 60 years-rather, no. And now, starting with 75, with sticks, hunched over - yes.

That is, the age of a well -deserved vacation increases by an obvious order.