Statistics and memory

A bus with a mustachioed executioner is already dissecting in St. Petersburg; The name of the rippled killer will soon be called the city on the Volga.

Unbearable.

And to live on Leninsky Prospekt - carried out? Walk past the monuments to the bald maniac who unleashed the civil war and gave out quotas for executions with whole classes - is carried out?

Yes, quite.

It is easier to tolerate for some reason.

Here are two simple reasons for this difference in the level of the pain threshold.

The first reason for the banal-chronological properties: the rogue was the icon much longer than the rippling.

Before the Gulag Archipelago, we (the vast majority of “us”) could not even think that Stalin really, without any tricks, is just a faithful student of Lenin. The photograph of Lenin stood on the book shelf of my non -partisan father until the beginning of the eighties - as a symbol of a disgusted, but true faith.

The cult of personality was a “violation of the Leninist norms of party life”; Turn to terror is a consequence of misfortune: Ilyich died early! The "old man" Trifonov came closer to the collapse, and was carefully read, alas, few. And “PIPLAL HAVAL”, at best, films according to Shatrov's scenarios ...

The second reason is also related to chronology, but this is the reason - psychological. Those who were shot and packed with bayonets by order of Lenin simply do not have an emotional attitude towards us. For Averchenko and Bunin, they had, but for us - no longer.

We did not find either them or live memory about them.

Therefore, the brain, devoid of imagination, sorts these names to that part of the bottomless file cabinet where the names of trampled in the course of the historical process are stored in general. Well, yes, it was, there were so few ... Robespierre in one Lyon put under the knife and shot tens of thousands of people - we do not wake up on this occasion with a heartbeat!

Yes, and the names of the dead during the Lenin Red Terror were almost not preserved - go mention the so -so workers of Kronstadt and the Tambov peasants executed by Tukhachevsky. And if there are names, then these are precisely the names, lists, without faces in the photo, without kinship, without details of warm memory ...

Those who managed to survive in the bloody wheel of the Stalinist Gulag lived among us and still live their age near us. There is no surname in which someone was not shot or exiled. This is with us - it hurts (at least for those who have not frostbite their brains and have not lost their human appearance).

Therefore, the question of removing the damn mummy from the tomb in the center of Moscow is a political issue, and nothing more. And the bus with a joyful mustachioed executioner on board is a personal insult to me and millions of Russians.

And the organizers of this abomination in vain think that she will slip into a charm.