Do not chop!

Or the procession of the trees. Conversation about the world without the world

World News all summer - Val. But in fact - a moment of silence. The planet seemed to froze, fearing the future. And only trees in this strange summer make noise, pray about the world in their (and our ancient, general) language.

Birch, mountain ash, spruce

When in the early 1910s the artists Mikhail Nesterov and Pavel Korin painted the Moscow Pokrovsky Cathedral of the Marfo-Mariinsky monastery-by order of the founder of the monastery, Grand Duchess Elizabeth Fedorovna, in the summer of 1918-the saint and the reverend-the three most Russian woods first appeared in the area of ​​the temple. Birch, spruce, mountain ash. Such was the decision of the master Nesterov and the hand of Korin (he, a young apprentice, wrote the ornaments of the walls). Until 1910, only crowns, branches and leaves, proven by history, “axial time” of mankind, were honored as sacred vegetation on frescoes.

Mediterranean olive - in the plot of the Annunciation.

The world's native tree is the oak of Abraham above the faces of the Old Testament Trinity.

Of course, palm trees: her blades, Vaii, who fasted up on the road before the Lord, coming on a donkey on Palm Sunday, which for the Church is a “color -bearing Week” and “Sedmitsa Vaii”.

So they painted temples in Rus' for more than nine hundred years.

And so, on the very eve of the Great-First World War-wars on the internal walls of the Church in Moscow, on the white plane that interiors still love, the northern, Eastern Slavic, new and young "green spaces" fell so much. They are still there - and charmingly dilapidated, strange (graphic mods are still changing), and freshenedly fresh. Birch, mountain ash, spruce.

For Nesterov, who loved these three trees, there was a chance to say: their hour came.

Yes, in Genesis it is said that greens, grass and a “tree that brings the fetus by its birth” were created on the third day of creations. It is notable earlier not only of a person, but also of all animals, even stars, space.

But - how to say? They were - as we learn from other books of the Old Testament - the Old Testament herbs, cereals and trees, endemic, inherent in the place of events, the Holy Land. They, in different books of both covenants, are approximately 130 species; The most abundant herbarium is in the book of the outcome: seventeen. With Javor and Buk, for example, everything is clear, but scientists are still arguing about how to understand some names.

Even a man far from biblical studios will call a fucked and wheat, and at the same time lentil, for a stew of which the elder, Isav, ate, sold to the younger, Jacob, his original people. And grapes and lilies, and the thorn and the crown of it ...

In the Church Slavonic translation, not even all plants are named by name, sometimes simply “grass”; And often in national translations of the Bible and Latin, the names of plants differ: what was translated from Greek into Russian as “spruce” in German is “fir”.

But they ate from the psalm, those that the “dwelling of the stork” were avoided by the 20th century in temples on the walls, looking directly at the altar: some taiga, gloomy, “pagan” tree, it is not clear what to expect from him. Neither myrtle, no dates.

It was so. While Moscow - as always, Moscow - has not risked. The Moscow artist, of course, albeit Uralets by birth.

As if the Earth has matured, as Russia has received the right, in the XIX century, celebrating its millennium from the annalistic “calling of the Varangians”, to consider his forest to the sacred oaks of the covenants. To invest your meager, but indescribably elegant leaves and needles in the herbarium of Christian, Christian, consecrated agents of the earth.

It was a triumph. The era of faith, hope, crisis - everything together.

The temple, conceived as the festive space of eternal Easter, lasting resurrection, was painted for two years: from Easter 1910 to Easter 1912.

According to the next 1913, here the children had historically recently measured and evaluated the material development of their country, and what happened in 1914, of course, remember, although they were not there. How is Akhmatova there? "The short summer has already ended, the body of plowed plains smoke."

Verse "Memory July 19, 1914". It was the day of Germany of the war of Russia; Nicholas II’s manifesto on the entry of Russia went into the war the next day, July 20 according to the old style.

"22022022"

We now have our own dates. And the opening phrase of the first Akhmatovsky stanza is not about us. This is: "We grew old for a hundred years, and then it happened at one hour."

Shortly before the predawn hour on February 22, 2022, when one speech announced the future to millions-this almost impossible mirror razor-dates “22022022”-we, on the contrary, completely unexpectedly younger.

How else can the words “return to archaic” can be translated into the language of numbers and ages?

We began to young-in the 1990s.

No, in fact: in 1908, architect Alexei Schusev began to build a temple with a spruce, birch and pine on Horde, and a century later, in 2008, Patriarch Alexy II-who says that time is in one direction? -again consecrated the same Pokrovsky cathedral in the restored Marfo-Mariinsky monastery. There simply from the 1920s there was the house of Sancrosvet, and then the central state restoration workshops led by Igor Grabar.

Restorers and retained plants of plants for us as they could, in the end. A hundred years hung for a moment. Not a plane (that moment), but a moment of history, a rotational moment when it, having a frantic dynamism - who will refuse communism in energy? -Nevertheless, she stood in some amazing eternal (seemed!) "Nowhere." Spinning so frantically that it seemed motionless. The story terribly sought to move on. And so, in the 1990s,-went. In the arc. Torn. Sometimes it is inept. Sometimes crazy. But - not rotational.

We still did not understand, "what it was." No, true. We did not understand.

Not the 1990s did not understand, which a ton of critical bricks fell on not so long ago, no. This exposure, on the contrary, cannot imagine - apparently, having never seen her - the temporary yul of the past, 1917–1991.

The lives of the parents of our parents sometimes remained - entirely, without a trace - in those brackets, in space 1917–1991, and we stupidly look on the dates, “we understand” that we do not understand anything. But we understand this. We understand that the story has become sealed. That the message in that “capsule of time”-I remember, such people loved to leave the Komsomol members in the 1970s to descendants to read after a hundred years-it was not so unread, but also unusable. For everything except art, in any case.

They say there is such a sect of "citizens of the USSR." But, if without fools, the citizens of the USSR without quotes, we ourselves, partly, really retained for us the abris of plants of Russian paradise, the image of Russia as paradise-cash in the imagination, and therefore, somehow crookedly (on the trajectory of non-Eclidic space) present here. They simply cherished him in the mind and on the wall, as a reproduction of the “evening ringing” of Levitan or - remember, write what hung on the wall of your loved ones.

Nobody canceled August

Alexander Solzhenitsyn wrote in the novel “In the Circle of the First” (1955–1958 - years of creation) that the communists will not have a bomb. How Wrong, as the British say; How inaccurate.

On March 8, 1971, the outstanding British theater critic Kenneth Tainan wrote in his diary: “Not a single communist country never threw a bomb on a civilian person.

Repeat and remember this. Not a single communist country has never thrown a bomb on a civilian person. (Yesterday 1000 aircraft bombed Laos. 1000). ”

Shortly before, US President Nixon admitted that his country is participating in the civil war in Laos.

Now, when silence really hung over the world, some kind of orchestral backstraz of absence of lack of being in the hum of many news-the terrible silence of the world holidays, summer (no one canceled August?)-repeat and remember this again.

Not a single communist country has never thrown a bomb on a civilian person. Before the word "bomb" you can put the predicate "atomic".

The Soviet Union, the aggressive Empire, the "Empire of Evil", dissolved, not led by any argument from academicians Yu.B Khariton and M.K. Youngel. You can say as much as you like that now in the former territory of the USSR everything lasts its collapse, that it was not “bloodless”, as they enthusiastically assured-and what they were adequate short-sighted-once himself; More recently.

All this will not cancel the fact: the USSR did not drop the last weapons on anyone.

Belee than my views - only a wall of a lime, but this is, in my optics, the main fact of the Red Age of Russia. Where is the answer to the question posed by this fact?

The Red Age Julia was spinning from 1917 to 1991, it was ordeal, that shaking of the people along the ruts of history, but people survived like people.

Paradox?

And - most importantly: neither - we, nor - on us. No one dropped an atomic bomb on anyone. Neither communist Russia, nor on it.

Russia justified its in touch with the saint at the beginning of the modernist 20th century. She proved that she did not lie that the artist - her highest expression, icon painter - was right.

The soul of the world

The trees this summer are terribly noisy - a lot of winds, hurricanes, strong heat, moisture evaporates from the flesh of sheets, and with this porcelain, crystal ringing from the Pugacheva song , they do not ask us on the topic, whether we will save the people, the late creatures handed to us from the common Armageddon, from the immersion of the Earth into the derivative of the detachment - about the second - the day of the creation.

I pushing their ringing and noise, rustling groves and blowing the middle of Eurasia differently. The saints also do not say with them from their crowns: after all, modern humanity, Russia and other countries, you and I am not the collective Jeanne d'Arc, so that Saint Catherine and Archangel Mikhail, St. Margarita, turn to us from the branches of “Buka, wood” (in communication with the “voices” the Inquisition and vinyl, who loved, like her friends, come to the local “The beautiful tree of the world” and to the spring under him).

With us this summer, he says differently. Not confessional. Not anthropomorphic. Through the fragrant foliage - not “spiritual”. Soul. The antediluvian, miraculous, material soul of the world is trying to get to us: feeding on water, growing from the earth, gone to the wind, striving for air, a photophilous organic. Demolian brothers and sisters pray not to betray them atomic fire.

We forgot about them. We forgot about ourselves.

I don’t know how you are - it seems to me that in the world now it is very (as in the circus - at the time of a deadly trick without insurance) is quiet. All these shot ears of Trump do not count. Not a single election.

In the expense - only the fate of the sheet. Not a person - but a fern. The oldest creature, familiar with photosynthesis. The world should freeze, where it stands - on the verge of life, on the threshold of an atomic conflict, and take a step away.

How is Arseny Tarkovsky there? Start with any page - everywhere the rumble of a wordless holy organics is torn to your ear.

I studied the grass, opening the notebook,

And the grass began to sound like a flute.

The Dryada's voice, the nymphs of the forest speaks in his verses, as if it were necessary.

What you became, my sister, my Dryada,

In the hospitable city paradise?

The verse "Jeanne tree" breaks to the top:

Hello to you, high trunk and branches

Elastic, with green-rusty foliage,

The mysterious tree, where

The bird of the first note flies to me.

Does anyone want to deliver the first blow to the face of the earth, the first non-immigrant note with fire and darkness?

We are told that the world without Russia is not about lizards. But the world without Russia is impossible. For us there is not an atomic bomb, but the whole Russian paradise: the whole host of creation. Birch, mountain ash, spruce. A fifth of the world forests - here, and the “here” itself is, in every second case, the span of land under the forest, deciduous and/or coniferous. Almost half, 48% of Russia, - oaks, groves, forest tracts, Kolk and , Bora, Taiga, Debris - and yes, “A couple of whitening birches”, and Shishkin pine trees in rye, and especially the mountain ash of Tsvetaeva. Choir, choral life.

Ah, Jeanne, Jeanne, little Jeanne!

May your king crown

Merit is? The magic oak is noisy

And something says a voice, and you

You burn in a shirt in a shirt not in height.

In the world, many are now cursing our homeland, but remembering that in hostilities it happens, at least theoretically, a phase transition, I ask for peace and it only mercy. Not because I will not compass the neighboring country - but because I will compass the whole totality of creation more than only people.

Because now is the moment of thought about the future, and not about revenge.

We are not responsible for ourselves as only: we are responsible for the whole cosmos. All life on Earth is one hundred kilometers up from the surface of the globe. This is the distance from the level of the sea to the line named after Theodore von Karman, the upper boundary of the states closing our oikumen. The stake -up film overhead contains the material “trinity”: the troposphere, stratosphere and the mesosphere. One hundred kilometers - so many people go to work and go from work.

That's how much you are supposed to be everything that you are. And then - cosmic bend, abyss. The world without Russia - speak? The world without any of the countries begins a hundred kilometers from it - vertically.

This is a world without people and plants. Without moisture and hard. But there is light - there is. There is, continuous and linear, - time. Here it is from the disappearance of the oak of Jeanne and the “Ivanova willow” (again Tarkovsky) will not suffer at all. It is only - do you follow how the universe is overturned? - Lose meaning.

Without “adhesive leaves” of birch and mountain ash, without young needles ate - and without the human eye contemplating them - time will become one big mistake. Mathematical nonsense. It will be a world with the power of attraction, with gravity generated by planets and stars, but without events. In the world cone of light, there will be nothing to happen without us.

But is it possible?

Sleeping procession of lunatics

On July 10, the British Financial Times published the appeal of eight outstanding researchers of Russia; Among them are the historian Anatol Liven, Lord Skidelski, an economist in education, and political scientist Richard Sakva, as well as Duins of diplomacy: the former ambassador of Great Britain in Moscow (2004–2008), Sir Tony Brenton and the former US Ambassador (1987–1991) Jack Mattlock. It was a call to begin peace negotiations with Russia and cease fire. The latest words of the article: “The sooner negotiations about the world begin, the more lives will be saved, the faster the restoration of Ukraine will begin and the sooner it will be possible to drag the world from a very dangerous line on which it is currently standing.”

It was the word of Western intellectuals to the Western leaders.

On the same days, the 51 Laureate of the Nobel Prize called for the whole world to the world. Dmitry Muratov*, our colleague and Nobeliat, appealed to immediately stop fire and begin negotiations about the world. Your own and to everyone.

Silence in response lasts. Explosions of shells - this is silence, silence, a pause in a conversation about the only pressing.

Colleague Vladimir Pastukhov* noted that from Russia an exchange is a demonstration of the "agreement" of Moscow. The exchange of prisoners is evidence that trust is possible.

But even now - in a world obsessed with trust - there were people who saw a moral defect in the imperfect and risky liberation case. Well, well.

“Grasp the proposal of peace in Ukraine until it’s too late,” wrote eight western experts in Russia. From many, including from our compatriots, who did not conduct any negotiations in their lives, except for personal, they only shook the abuse.

Black - the antipod of white, and the principled, geometrically perfect antipodistry - madness. Sleeping procession of the lunatic.

“Lunaticians”-this is the name of the bestseller of the early 2010s of the British Christopher Clark about European elites who entered, as in a dream, in the First World War in 1914. Elites in 2024-are they awake? Are they sleeping with wide eyes in a summer forest? We do not know the answer to this question, but the answer will be soon - and not in words.

And therefore, the forest, the world forest, is noisy, tearing, he is full of speeches on self -preservation: in terms of cellulose, to virtual scrolls of the network, he is the second universe of information. Will people refuse to read his signs? Is this exhortation of groves, the exhortation of all, will be in vain?

The elites of the world ... We, peoples, outgrown them, like trees develop grass. And the grass - stretched above all of us, she will overwhelm us lightly. This hypnosis and nirvana, a summer night, this Shakespearean “dream of mid -summer” should not end in disrupting the lunatic into the abyss.

Stop the fire. Here and now.

* Entered the Russian authorities in the register of "foreign agents"