Do we have the past?

" ... But through the baptismal frosts, dawn is on ... "

Boris Chichibabin

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Under the heading " In the comments," on January 30, 1992 in the newspaper "Evening Odessa", where I served as a correspondent, the material that touched me personally came out in the first lane, and I saw it already published. Colleagues did not say anything about the impending material, I turned out to be obscene to understanding that it was possible to replicate the criminal stupidity from my point of view, and was poorly surprised by the silence of colleagues, the Black Hundreds of Kostetsky, but understood the need to publish such materials. I think it's time to recall once again that there are enough fools and criminals in the world. And forgetful. And surprised.

Called "letter to the editor." Wrote his believer activist from the Russian Orthodox Church.

Here is the text:

“I turn to you with some doubt and distrust, since the“ evening Odessa ”, and the rest of the Odessa Russian -speaking newspapers known to me, are published and edited by non -Russian people: in spirit, in culture and by nationality.

It is, of course, not about the purity of blood, but about the purity of the soul. We attribute the Russian concept not only to Slavic trinity: Belarusians, Little Russians and Great Russians, but to everyone who feels all the best that was created by our ancestors in the millennial history of Rus' under the canopy of an eight -pointed cross: prayer, then blood; And who is eager to share the historical fate of Russia.

In the Odessa House of Scientists, an evening of memory of Peter Stolypin was held, dedicated to the 80th anniversary of his martyrdom.

The newspaper "Evening Odessa" posted a message about the upcoming evening and reacted to its article "The Effect of the Matryoshka" in the room of September 25, 1991. The correspondent of “V” Olga Ilnitskaya showed an example of an evil, small-town-suction rusophobia. The article was written in jargon created by Honored Employee of the NKVD-GPU Isaac Babel, which progressive journalists-internationalists want to replace the Russian language.

The article is full of mud and pascudism of both a moral character and a political nature. And not surprising. The backbone of the editorial office of “Evening Odessa” worked hard in the Komsomol -communist press, making his contribution to “Sovietization - collectivization”, now he became the leader of “Talmudization - Sodomization” under the flag of independence.

Internationalists! Do not spit in the well - it will come in handy water. Do not be like a "pig lying in Kalu and a dog returning to his vomit." Remember: the sowing wind reap the storm, and digging pits for others fall into them. Respect the country in which you live, both the moral and national values ​​of its people. ”

Kostetsky O.V. G. Odessa.

The post of editorial office:

“Some Vecherki journalists objected to print this letter without comment.

But if this kind of message is required to be clarified, then our position must then be considered tragic. And it is not such.

It seems that the Odessaites are quite mature and sound to evaluate what kind of worldview position they are offered to get to know each other. There is no need to explain it, but to know that it exists is necessary ”...

Therefore, I recall this “masterpiece of worldview”, which, firstly, it can be considered a recommendation in the joint venture of at least former USSR, at least modern Russia or Ukraine, even Israel. And seriously, if because I did not forget that anti-Semitism raises his head again, he actually never lowered it, hiding in the corners ...

And I grew up in Odessa and I have an ontological anti -Semitism. Or, just saying - I can’t love fools who prefer some people to other people on a national basis. Yes, I like the internationalists more. And I would even like to have a passport of a citizen of the world. This in no way makes me less Russian than I am.

And I also recalled another letter, from my story “Farewell, epistolary genre!”. The heroine writes to the addressee:

"Hello!

Today I don't feel good. “Good” is a general plan that does not grasp me. It’s good to drink coffee with salt. Good - cognac. It’s good to read your poems in typographic performance. Walk a letter well. Personal. I write a letter so as not to cry. I cry because I saw how it begins to pog. This happened in St. Petersburg when he was still Leningrad. That is, just recently. We were sitting

In the subway car. We are me and the poet Gennady Grigoriev. Gennady a drinker man. And it was already normal. We are going. Silent. Suddenly: “Stir out of the car, the face, came up with bastards, climb into the subway, and the apartments occupy, paskuda, Parchata curses ...”

“Mind,” Gesha said quietly, rising.

The uncle, on whom the bastards poured out the abomination, saw, presumably, in all life. Because he stood firmly on his more than seventy -year -old legs, hid his chin in a collar, and his eyes had such as I had not yet seen. But I can assume that this is how the prisoner looks at the ausage when he shows the foolishly.

Gesha, fortunately, was drunk. And I did not think about the intricacies. He scraped, starting, and Bur went on these muzzles. "Katsap". It was he who clearly explained the faces. It all ended very quickly. The pogrom was promised, but ahead. At the stop “Jergery Jew” came out, the “Katsap muzzles” sprinkled among the crowd. Gennady, who defended his uncle, sober up from the experienced. The muzzle was five. Pitching. And Gesha is gentle. He guiltyly asked for forgiveness from passengers for the "incident".

I flew to Odessa and in the evening, turning on the TV, I heard the statement of the Odessa regional party committee in the program “Time” that some malicious faces are distributing rumors about possible pogroms around the city ...

So living is not at all good when there are the above meanings and statements around. It’s good to do individual things. Drink coffee. Get letters ... "

Pogromov in Odessa then, in 1991 - 1992, thank God, did not happen. But you boiled, turning into the Gevolt of the frightened streets, threats wrote on fences and painted a swastika. This year I again saw a similar picture - in St. Petersburg, and in Moscow, and in Kyiv with Odessa ...

“That's why I wrote this song,” because “Times are not chosen, they live and die in them.” It is not by chance that I end with reminiscences from Walt Whitman and Alexander Kushner. And in general, I move to quoting. For everything has already been, you can simply show what and how it was. And what was, it will be repeated.

I have a non -modern consciousness. Rather, it is already post -working, and he is characterized by synchronization, and from this reference point it is very close to the idea of ​​the end of any process. Including historical. The point of view of aesthet is convenient for me. And in this regard, I will remind you of Arnold Toynbee - he said that people have lost faith in the meaning of history based on the basis of reason. That people have lost the taste of an individual way of life. And this is a phenomenon of artistic order and we should seriously talk about it, because it expresses a new attitude of many, which arose after human catastrophes of the twentieth century.

Here is the anti -Semite of Kostetsky, who accused me of many sins, a man of quite old, not synchronizing, not of the same type of thinking, as it should be so that people can negotiate without pogroms.

There were plenty of disasters in our lifetime, and one of them was the catastrophe of our growing up. She is no less social than all the cataclysms of the last century. It is important for a thinking person to understand and explain in what world he and his contemporaries are. What to do to him in such a world? This is the thinking of a postmodernist. The postmodernist is crafty, mocking, and only in the depths of serious. And for him, desire is important and necessarily - the possibility of a Rome. That is - to recreate an existing, but not satisfying reality.

And you might think as a modernist, whose main problem is to correctly understand the world in which I had to be born and live; how to explain and express the world; How to position yourself in the world if itself is part of this world. That is, to fit, without remaking, but only complementing with its personal beauty. And so already saving! If you believe, of course, a saving world in beauty. Can I not remember Elena Beautiful with all the Venus - aphrodites, so as not to get confused with the Trojan and other deaths on the basis of beauty and its role in the world? You can still talk about the beauty of humanism, can I not remember its bloodthirstiness?

I do not believe that beauty will save the world, I know it, because I was taught this way. And I know that he saves. Because I am watching ... periodically. But I know a really serious drawback. I love the word "if." If, for example, you can generally save someone for eternal life. Save the world ....

I believe in all this only at the end of the working week. After the resurrection, when once again it did not occur at least partially - the salvation of the world, it is difficult to believe due to beauty. And you repeat, skiing: "Beauty is a terrible power." Moreover, Monday is heavy. And until Saturday, when not to believe at all (the neighbor Lim Moiseevna spoke the bright memory) - a great sin, still far. However ... promised quote:

Yuri Mikhailik:

" Ah, how to choose sweetly -

Where you have to die.

Either there, from nostalgia -

Choking and trembling.

Then from local surgery -

From the brand and knife.

At the end of a stupid life

This choice is more and more difficult:

There - from tenderness to the homeland,

Here - from hatred for her . "

But this is the position of poets of men, Walt Whitman, singing his song, and Alexander Kushner and Yuri Mikhailik, thinking about the choice. Men are more likely to make mistakes, they are almost not conservative. For they are, as well, “engines of progress”. Where men pushed their progress, women know. I don't think they like it.

Women have their own logic. And your songs, and to choose a different attitude; As a rule, the choice is instant and intuitive, and therefore women do not think for a long time, like men. And they live about another. And this more often helps life than the other way around. But sometimes he harms. And the weak position of the female is also in this.

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I also wrote this text because the international competition of poets - emigrants begins. He has a motto:

“ Emigration is a drop of the blood of the nation taken for analysis ” (Maria Rozanova, Paris).

And the topic is: "Poets are emigrants about the countries of their current residence."

That is, a conversation was proposed about the role of Russian literary emigration in preserving the purity of the Russian language abroad, about the transfer of Russian literary and linguistic traditions to our descendants - descendants of Russian -speaking emigrants.

And there is a goal: to create a positive image of the post -Soviet Russian -speaking emigration around the world.

The competition begins on July 1, 2009 and ends on December 10, 2009.

Acceptance of competitive work from July 1, 2009 to December 1, 2009.

And this contest of emigrants - poets, and the text that, saddened, I write, I hope, will contribute to the bright human attitude to each other. I hope that no one will fit - competing, and there will be no gap around the contestants. And those who believe that “ all living people cannot leave the living land ” will react with understanding with understanding. And not by biased reproaches and accusations of betrayal of the homeland. I remember the tension in the hall of supporters of the position of Alexander Galich during the performance of Boris Chichibabin when he read his famous

" Not believing the blood covenant,

That this is not possible

Left to wander around the white light

My friends.

…………………………………

... let them be happy, for me at least

In any Dali.

But all the living cannot leave

From the living land ......................

... we are not given, bowing shoulders

Under the lie of days

Judge who will have to easier

To whom it is harder .... "

And, if it were possible to return the time to back, maybe Vakhtang Kikabidze did not say to me: “ And name the interview with me -“ Vakhtang Kikabidze is the face of Caucasian nationality! ” ". So he asked in Odessa in 1993, telling about the war in Sukhumi, and about the deceased teenager-nephew, who covered a grenade that flew into the trench with women and children ...

Or the school principal would not have told his head teacher who tried to attach a son-in-law to work that he does not need to show a passport, because he is just not according to the passport, as a official, he accepts work, but on Face. And ... he personally “ does not need a Moldavian as a teacher of the Russian language, the work is responsible, with our future, and I need a belief in his head, and not a trace of a cap on ... ”. The joker of the note (a censorship sign).

And as for the blood of a Jew, a Russian or Moldavian with the Chukchi, the Dutchman with the Belgian or ours in the past of the Soviet, and now the Americans, the Danes, Israelis with the Australians - the blood is only a red spilled, or God forbid everyone - in a whole person. So that they are all healthy to me - as Odessa residents say. Sorry for the banality. I got angry. But it doesn’t matter that I am angry, but it is important that the texts are used to find their addressees.

* Thoughtfully: another quote from the thought “about everything about this” Chichibabin goodbye:

“ We were sending around the world

They argued with fate.

There is no other Russia,

than the one you and I

With tragic fun,

Data to the ground

In the hearts of human sowing,

So that the pure will rise.

Let not densely in the moshna

Only the song went on the way.

May art glow!

Long live talent! ".

You are a Russian or an emigrant, but if you think in Russian and write poetry in Russian, you love the Russian word. You serve Russian culture. Russian culture - has long become a collectively - bright and high. And the world, the world - outside of Russian culture - how? Without a Russian word - where? About that.