Igor Mantsov. After Zubov

After Zubov
Igor Mantsov

Publication date: August 3, 2004

After just one glance at the advertising poster with the charming Jennifer Garner, others conclude that the film 13 Going On 30 is a stupid American joke of humor. These sane ones curl their lips contemptuously, watch some von Trier for the thirteenth time, then discuss emptiness until they become hoarse. Today's reflections are not for these people .

In fact, "13 Going on 30" is a slice of happiness more than energetic genre silliness. The girl is 13 years old, the girl is an ugly duckling. And I really want to join the company of sexy girls my age, to bring prestigious high school students to their knees. I want social success, worship, brilliance, or, in other words, radical change . No sooner said than done, the girl wakes up 30 years old: a luxurious body, ample breasts, a rich apartment, “interesting creative work” in a glossy magazine and a naked hockey player ready for any madness in the bathroom.

So, a long life has been lived: 17 whole years. The simpleton turned into an exemplary bitch, did some nasty things, but didn’t notice anything! In her mind, the change was an instantaneous jump from 13 to 30, she did not know the time. Only now time, history and values ​​are revealed to the beauty. It turns out that her actions accumulated, multiplying her experience, which, in turn, slowly provoked new intentions. In short, the change was continuous ! Without noticing 17 years of her own life, the heroine decided that a revolution had occurred, that is, a great leap from 13 to 30, but in fact evolution had taken place . The heroine believed that the reason for the change was her sudden “I want” and the accompanying magic, but in fact, genesis came true : a thousand events, a thousand reasons got hooked and, what is important, did not cancel each other, but remained in time , stretched from the past to the future like a multi-colored garland. The plot is as simple as it is powerful. Trier is resting, Trier is a midget.

Historians of the Annales school are the ones who would love this movie. Braudel mockingly called the revolution “a clearly slow process . scoffed ” Furet : “The revolution was invented to satisfy the obsessive tendency of historians to date events . ” The “turning point” of the revolution, its “epoch-making” nature, according to Furet, casts a light on the period before and the period after, which is a falsification of reality. Constancy and continuity - this is what these sober, these courageous French were looking for in history. Shonu, like an adult, branded the revolution ” a “toy . It is no coincidence that in the film 13 Going On 30 the lady from a glossy magazine, a charming fool with the psychology of a teenager, is committed to the ideology of a revolutionary leap.

Once again on TV “The investigation is being conducted by Experts.” Case # 5, "Dinosaur", 1972. An amazing sight, you can't tear yourself away for three hours. Vladimir Samoilov plays a repeat criminal counterfeiter. He’s barely completed his sentence, and he’s already trying to drag young people, brothers, into his scam. The first one is an artist, he will have to draw banknotes. The second turned out to be the son of a repeat offender; while arguing with the Experts, his father wishes him a decent life .

What made it worth watching was lurking at the very end. Denying the criminal the right to paternity, to continue, police captain Tomin hisses in his face with inhuman anger: “You are a dinosaur, Mikheev! And such people should die out without leaving offspring !” Oops, I even got a lift. 72nd, vegetarian times, peace and quiet, stagnation, and suddenly such a slip. A revolution has a beginning, but a revolution has no end: with similar formulations they cut out the exploiters at the root into the civil revolution and later.

But on the other hand, look, the popularly beloved Shukshin. In 1974, his “ Kalina Krasnaya ” was published, where the same ideology of biological cleansing is implemented by a criminal, a shady huckster of those who became social fashion trendsetters in the 90s. Dooming Yegor Prokudin to death, the dealer hisses something like: “He’s a mug, man . Don’t feel sorry for him . ” After Prokudin, birch trees and a half-dead mother remain. The new Russian capitalism begins with the victorious huckster. This solidarity intonation of a policeman and a criminal authority is surprising, isn’t it?

Last year, a fellow student screenwriter, who successfully wrote television series, offered to make money. In the process of composing the episodic film, a common VGIK acquaintance, relatively speaking, Alik, nominally a documentary director, was hanging around with us. He moved around due to his special social status, Alik is the son of a big boss from one of the Russian TV channels. When we were left alone, for some reason a classmate relayed the words that Alik had said about me behind his eyes: “Well, what about Mantsov? He understands, yes. But he’s a villager !”

Attention: Alik! For a good ten years I perceived it as information noise, like a stale breeze, a draft . What do I know about him besides the name and position of the pope? Nothing. While I was doing what I loved for pennies and improving my skills, this one studied me from head to toe: eye color, skin texture and speed of speech. He patiently dealt with the dangerous stranger , delved into it, memorized it, and, suddenly reaching the very depths of society, fearfully diagnosed: “He’s a villager! Why do we need him?!”

So, communists and liberals are implementing the same project , but where did it begin, who gave birth to it? Believing, following Furet and Chaunu, that the metaphor of revolution is nothing more than distorting optics, that “Seventeenth” or “Ninety-first” are not a reason at all, but fireworks , having definitely guessed everything, I still did not dare to publicly formulate it. He presented his selfish truth in measured doses and wheezed.

Having opened the July “New World” with an article by Andrei Zubov, unknown to me, “ Reflections on the causes of the revolution in Russia ,” I gasped with delight: finally! According to Zubov, class hatred was invented not by Marx and the Freemasons, but by Peter I and his servants. Since the 18th century, the Russian elite began the process of enslaving part of its people. Cultivates slavery . He erects the edifice of his exquisite culture on this dubious foundation. Both Radishchev, mentioned by Zubov, and Joseph de Maistre, who was not mentioned, wrote that Peter’s violence would inevitably lead to permanent unrest and great blood.

It turns out that the revolution did take place, that the title of revolutionary number one merely passes from Lenin to Peter the Great? So be it, the metaphor of revolution is too ingrained to be abandoned all at once. To begin with, it would be good to move the break point as far back as possible, from the 20th century to the 18th. Only then will it be possible to cope with irrationalism and declare the history of Russia over the last three centuries to be a cognizable pattern. Otherwise, the country turns out to be too infantile, similar to the heroine of the report film: she woke up in a different reality, is not to blame for anything, is not responsible for anything, and yet virginity and purity are irretrievably lost. “ Oh, you swan-Voroshilov, oh you, raven-Beria! Oh, my country is the bride of Eternal Trust! ” (D. Prigov).

Zubov has already been presented with complaints: they say he doubted the expediency of a high noble culture, erected on the bones of millions of serf slaves. How, he disturbed the blessed memory of Pushkin! That's why I'm having this conversation, that's where the battle lines are. The social structure of the former, noble Russia has not changed at all, either under Soviet rule or now. New people come, commissars in dusty helmets or shadow hucksters, and occupy the old niches, the niches of the masters . Then they declare a war of extermination - “serfs, peasants, peasants”, depriving them of the possibility of biological reproduction. Then they shove their own children into all promising corners, barchat . The indispensable ideological support for war is the same noble culture that supposedly constitutes the salt of our land. And to which the deranged racial “patriots” foolishly swear allegiance.

I'm not against Pushkin as entertaining reading. I am against those who dare to claim that Pushkin is our everything . I insist: anyone who seriously believes that the dead Pushkin is more important than the living Mantsov is a ghoul. A pagan who dreams of exterminating the living in order to worship bronze idols.

Zubov is right about everything. He is especially right when he accuses the Russian elite of fooling Russian slaves. Russia is dying not because the Bolsheviks once showed off, and not because America is bearing its cross with dignity as a strong power, but because our elite, for three hundred years without a lunch break, mocking part of its own people, has turned this part into irresponsibility redneck. And then, cynically raising Pushkin and Tolstoy on their shield, the elite blames the cattle, reproaching them for stupidity and laziness. The result is terrible: hopeless social groups of slave origin, which, according to Zubov, constitute up to 60% of the population, have neither the strength nor the skill to take care of their children and treat children as the highest earthly good. “ If only I could die by morning, it would be even better! ” - the unconscious desire of the mob plagued by the masters.

It’s a paradox, but there has never been a Revolution in Russia, which is why slavery is still cultivated in Russia. Let no one be deceived by the liberal-democratic façade. Let’s say I can still get published here and there and sleep with someone, but they still won’t hire me for a good job or into a good family. Alik will take care of this, and he is not alone. We swam, we know.

Here's an anthropological test for you. If, despite all his biological will, Mantsov still does not have time to give birth and nurse, then the civil war continues with the same force. This means that we do not have a “new Russia”, but the same old one presented by Zubov. Sorry, with elements of genocide. A suicidal country.

Join a reality show and place your bets. If Mantsov fails in such a social small matter as conceiving and giving birth, bury the country. For such a little is available even to those dogs from under the Shelepikhinsky Bridge, which now, at six in the morning, I observe near the garbage cans from the window of yet another stranger’s apartment. These will breed and feed, because there is a warm corner, sufficient food and a friendly flock that will tear offenders to pieces: I saw it myself.

Time logically precedes change. But someday there won't be time. Change will become impossible. The truth will appear in all its historical completeness. Until then, it is difficult to agree with me. Culture mystifies, Culture is a beautiful girl of marriageable age. Everyone hopes to benefit.

Now, after Zubov , my selfish truth has become a fact of History. Now it has been officially presented and will remain for centuries. God be with them, with the children. To hell with them, with the offenders. Revolution is impossible. The Last Judgment will take place in any weather.