Other 1990s or other we

Winston Churchill is attributed to the expression: “Who in his youth was not a revolutionary, he has no heart. Whoever has not become a conservative in old age has no intelligence. ”

I don’t know if Churchill said, and whether he said at all, but “Sen Non E Vero, E Ben Trovato, and maybe even stronger,” as Bulgakov’s character said.

And this is not just “E Ben Trovato” (well found; health: formulated), but also “E Vero” (this is true).

Somewhere since the beginning of the 2000s (i.e., when my age began to approximately approached 50), I began to experience discomfort when communicating with my old acquaintances, whom he knew from the 1970s-1980s-1990s . They remember me: a) (by 1970) a kitchen anti-Soviet who forever jet on the ventilation hole and lower the voice when telling another joke about a lolik; b) (in 1980), a faithful Gorbachets, who seriously perceived the ideas of perestroika and publicity and forever torn to run in front of the steam locomotive (by the way, I entered in Capesyu in 1985, in the very wave of “perestroika”); c) (in 1990) with an ardent demoshizoid, who turned inside out at the mention of the name of the then leader of the demjation (part-time-the first president of Russia), but who regularly voted on all “yes-no-yes” as it was (and I left Capesi in the spring of 1991, on the so-called “Lithuanian wave”).

I remember how in January 1991 I almost cut off my home phone, trying to get through to the editorial office of 600 seconds to express to Alexander Nevzorov everything that I thought about his report, praising the actions of the Vilnius riot police. I didn’t get through - apparently there were too many people who wanted to do the same.

Do I regret what I thought, spoke and did in the 1970s-1980s-1990s? Of course not. This is part of my personal story, which I in no way separate from the history of my country.

Would I go to protect the White House today, as in August 1991? It’s even funny to ask about this .

By historical standards, not so much time has passed. And what? The protagonist (I will not say: a very positive, but somewhere in something “last hero”) my literary work is called Alexander Glebovich.

The person, for whom I am quite convinced (not like his predecessor-due to the lack of an alternative), voted twice in the presidential election, and later-for the one whom he personally called his successor is a native of the same kagab, which I was so afraid of, looking at the ventilation hole in his kitchen.

All those characters that I was ready to extol another fifteen years ago turned out to be either glamorous party -minded people and party -minded people or frank corrupt officials. Corruptions are not the best than those current mayors, whom they expose with foam at the mouth today (go to some Moscow metro station in the center in the evening, and you will understand who we are talking about). It’s just that at one time they could not sit at the mayor of the post in Upper Stargorod as long as their opponent in the table city.

Perhaps a large role in the rethinking of the world around me was played by an annual internship at one of the most liberal universities in the United States in 1994-1995. Then I personally became convinced that a liberal society could be no less totalitarian than communist. Moreover, the totalitarianism of the liberal consciousness is even worse, because it furnaces its essence by many outwardly very human-loving slogans about freedom (for example, the freedom of women to kill unborn babies), about human rights and sex, about the inadmissibility of depriving a person of life (including maniacs, who themselves have lied to dozens of non-obedient people). Well, and so on - all this was enough to once and for all to become the extreme right conservative.

But it seems that the matter is not only in one episode of my biography. Just with age, you begin to be convinced of the correctness of the statements of another great man who said: " You need great shocks, and we are great Russia ."

And Great Russia is, of course, not “upper volts with missiles”, but not a “restaurant in the cemetery”, as in the English -speaking world is sometimes called new Zealand (very satisfying, but to death is boring).

And no matter how the meaning of the phrase “Great Russia” is understood, one thing is obvious - the “dashing nineties” with their “great shocks” hardly contributed to the greatness of my state . And today I personally put stability and continuity in all areas of life: in power, in society, in economics, in culture.

So, apparently, it is worth talking not about the "other 90s", but about "other other than ourselves." In any case, I personally attribute it to myself.