After Zubov

Barely glancing at the advertising poster with the charming Jennifer Garner, others conclude that the film 13 Going on 30 is a dull American joke of humor. These, sane, contemptuously crooked their lip, revise some von Trier for the thirteenth time, then discuss the void to hoarsely. Today's thoughts are not for these .

In fact, "out of 13 to 30" - a piece of happiness is greater than an energetic genre stupidity. The girl is 13 years old, the girl is an ugly duckling. And so I want to join the company of peers-seals, put on the knees of prestigious high school students. I want social success, worship, brilliance, otherwise, a radical change . It is said - done, the girl wakes up a 30 -year -old: a luxurious body, sufficient breasts, a rich apartment, an “interesting creative work” in a glossy magazine and a naked hockey player in the bathroom, ready for any frenzy.

So, a big life has been living: as many as 17 years. The simpleton turned into an exemplary bitch, hid the sample with nasty things, but did not notice anything of this! In her presentation, the change was an instant jump out of 30 to 30, she did not know time. Only now the beauty is opening time, history and values. It turns out that her actions accumulated, multiplying the experience, which, in turn, slowly provoked new intentions. In short, the change was continuous ! Not noticing the 17 years of her own life, the heroine decided that there was a revolution, that is, a great jump out of 13 in 30, but in fact, evolution was realized. The heroine believed that the cause of the change was her sudden “want” and the accompanying magic, but in fact the genesis was realized: a thousand events, a thousand reasons caught on and, importantly, did not cancel each other, but remained in time , stretched out of the past to a kind of colorful garland. The plot is as simple as strong. Trier is resting, Trier Liliput.

The historians of the school "Annals" - that’s who would like this movie. The blound mockingly called the revolution "clearly a slow process." Führe mocked: "The revolution was invented to date the obsessive tendency of historians to date the events." The “turning point” of the revolution, its “epochenation” throws, according to the Führe, the reflection for the period before and the period after, which is the falsification of reality. Continuity and continuity - this is what these sober, these courageous Frenchmen were looking for in history. Shonu in the adultly branded the revolution with a "toy" . It is no coincidence that in the film 13 Going on 30, the ideology of a revolutionary jump is committed to a lady from a glossy magazine, a charming fool with a teenager’s psychology.

Once again on TV, "experts are conducted by experts." Case # 5, "Dinosaur", 1972. A striking sight, do not tear himself off for three hours. Vladimir Samoilov plays a recidivist-fuel-member. As soon as he rejected the deadline, and is already trying to draw young people, brothers into his scam. The first is an artist, he has to draw banknotes. The second turned out to be the son of a recidivist, he, polemicizing with experts, dad wants a worthy life .

That was why it was worth watching was lurking at the very end. Refusing the criminal in the right to paternity, to continue, the captain of the police Tomin with an inhuman anger hisses in his face: "You are a dinosaur, Mikheev! And such should die out without leaving offspring !" Op-pa, I even threw me. 72nd, vegetarian times, quiet and surface, stagnation, and suddenly such a proverb. The revolution has the beginning, the revolution has no end: with similar formulations, they cut out under the root of the exploiters in civil and later.

But on the other hand, look, a popularly beloved Shukshin. In the 74th, his “ Kalina Red ” came out, where the criminal, the shadow huckster of those that became legislators of social fashion, realized the same ideology of biological stripping. Doing Yegor Prokudin to death, the huckster hisses something like: "He is Murlo, man . He is not a pity." After the proskudin there are birches and a half -dead mother. A new Russian capitalism begins with the winning huckster. This joint intonation of a policeman and criminal authority is amazing, isn't it?

Last year, a classist-scenarist, who successfully composing television series, suggested making money. In the process of composing the poizodnik next to us, a common Vgikovsky acquaintance, relatively speaking, Alik, nominally director-documentary. It was spinning because of a special social situation, Alik - the son of a major boss from one of the Russian television channels. When we were left together, for some reason the classmate conveyed the words, the tittized by Alik about me: "Well, what is Mansov? Comes, yes. Only he is a village !"

Attention: Alik! Good ten years I perceived him as an informational noise, as a stale breeze, a draft . What do I know about him besides the name and position of dad? Nothing. While I was engaged in pennies to my favorite thing and improved qualifications, this one studied me from head to toe: eye color, skin structure and speech speed. Patiently dealt with a dangerous stranger , delved, remembered, and, suddenly reaching the very social depth, scaredly diagnosed: "Village! Why do we need it?!"

So, the Communists with liberals implement the same project , but where is its beginning, who gave it to it? Beliefing, following the Führe and Shonu, that the metaphor of the revolution is nothing more than a distorting optics, that the “seventeenth” or “ninety -first” is not a reason, but a fireworks , decisively about everything, I still decided to formulate publicly. He dosedly presented his selfish truth, wheezed.

Opening the July "New World" on the article of Andrei Zubov unknown to me " Reflections on the causes of the revolution in Russia ", suffocated with delight: finally! According to Zubov, the estate hatred was invented not by Marx with the Masons, but by Peter I with the servants. From the 18th century, the Russian elite has begun the process of enslavement of part of its people. Cultivates slavery . The building of its exquisite culture erects on this dubious foundation. The fact that Peter's violence will inevitably lead to permanent troubles and great blood, wrote Radishchev mentioned by Zubov, and not mentioned by Joseph de Mestr.

It turns out that the revolution still took place that the title of a revolutionary number one is just moving from Lenin to Peter the Great? Let it be so, the metaphor of the revolution is too rooted so that it could be abandoned at once. First, it would be nice to move the gap point as far back as possible, from the 20th century to the XVIII. Only then it will be possible to cope with irrationalism and declare the history of Russia for the last three centuries the recognized pattern. Otherwise, the country turns out to be too infantile, similar to the heroine of the reporting film: I woke up in a different reality, it is not to blame for anything, it does not answer for anything, but meanwhile virginity and purity are irrevocably lost. “ Oh, you, swan-Voroshilov, oh you, Raven Beria! Oh, my country is the bride of eternal trust! ” (D. Prigogov).

Zubov was already presented with claims: they say, he doubted the expediency of a high noble culture erected on the bones of millions of serf slaves. How, alarmed the bright memory of Pushkin! That's why I am starting this conversation, this is where the front line takes place. The social structure of the former, noble Russia has not changed at all under the Soviet regime or now. New people come, commissars in dusty helmets or Barygs-teenes, and occupy the former niches, niches of gentlemen . Then they declare war on destruction - "serfs, peasants, peasants", depriving those possibilities of biological reproduction. Then they are shoved in all promising corners of their own children, barchants . The indispensable ideological support of the war is the same noble culture that supposedly makes up the salt of our land. And which the insanity "patriots" swear fidelity to the fidelity.

I am not against Pushkin as entertaining reading. I am against those who dare to say that Pushkin is our emergency . I insist: the one who seriously believes that the dead Pushkin is more important than Living Manzov is the ghoul. A pagan who dreams of freezing the living in order to worship bronze idols.

Zubov is right in everything. Especially right when he accuses the Russian elite of the fostering of Russian slaves. Russia is bent not because the Bolsheviks once shredded, and not because America with dignity carries its cross of a strong power, but because our elite, three hundred years without a break for lunch, having mocked part of its own people, turned this part into an insane cattle. And after that, cynically lifting Pushkin on the shield with Tolstoy, the elite blames the cattle, reproaching him for stupidity and laziness. The result is terrible: hopeless , slave origin, social groups, which, according to Zubov, have up to 60% of the population, have neither the strength nor the skill to protect their cubs and treat children as the highest earthly good. “ And if in the morning to die in the morning - it would be better to! ” - an unconscious desire of the marshy of the marshmallowed by the gentlemen.

The paradox, but in Russia there has never been a revolution, which is why slavery is still cultivated in Russia. Let anyone deceive the liberal-democratic facade. Suppose, I can still be printed in some places and to sleep with someone, but they still won’t take me for a good job or a good family. Alik will take care of this, and he is not alone. Swimming, we know.

Here you have an anthropological test. If, despite all his biological will, Manstsov still does not have time to give birth and feed, then the civil war continues with its former force. So, we have not "new Russia", but the same, old, presented by Zubov. Sorry, with the elements of the genocide. Samoban country.

Turn on in the reality show, bet. If Mansov does not succeed in such a social smallness as to conceive and give 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 am watching the next alien apartment near the garbage tanks from the window. These geege and feed, because there is a warm corner, sufficient food and a friendly flock that will tear offenders to pieces: I saw it himself.

Time logically precedes the change. But someday there will be no time. The change will become impossible. Truth will appear in all its historical fullness. Until then it is difficult to agree with me. Culture mystifies, culture is a beautiful girl for giving. Everyone hopes to use.

Now, after Zubov , my Ske kindly became a fact of history. Now it is officially presented, it will be over centuries. God with them, with children. Chort with them, with offenders. Revolution is impossible. The Last Judgment will take place in any weather.