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Letter from Ukraine. Writes one of the district bosses, a former teacher. Such people can be found in Ukraine. There are such in Russia, but in Ukraine, according to my observations, there are more romance, honnags. He writes about how difficult it is for him, and to the whole command personnel of the country, to spin in the conditions of "undermined by social handouts and theft of the economy, increased to an unprecedented height, the appetite of the electorate, accustomed only to demand, but the deprived habit of dragging the plow." “God,” he continues, “if the economy was guided by the virtues that Lady Yu gives itself (as the author calls the new Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko), we, Ukrainians, would already live in the last stage of communism! By the way, Anatoly Ivanovich, you need to know that in the field they began to steal less from the treasury - risky, troublesome. Income now give permits for the acquisition and rental of lands and the like. Of course, with "kickbacks" up. But the first district faces feed from this. And no one gives anything to ordinary officials, no one is now afraid of them, and therefore does not respect them, because everyone already knows that one person, the chief of the district, all the levers in his hands, carry him the property. Hence the peculiar mood of the bureaucratic shusher. She boils and longs for “order”, her whole hope that a “firm arm” will appear in the country. This symbol of the previous glory-wound is our last hope. Meanwhile, the people survive. Not bad, I must say. Contrary to the constant whining for low salaries and high prices, in Ukraine a third of the year has increased by the sale of new cars and household appliances, apartments. Thrift. It is this feature, one of the few positive, which God unknown for us was awarded, and is the Ukrainian faith, hope and love, ”this ends, written in an excellent Ukrainian language.

In it, if you noticed, there is a contradiction. The author says that the Ukrainian population was corrupted by handouts of power, he was accustomed to “tearing a throat” for his share of the cake and is not going to die appetites, and after that we read that only the natural household of the Ukrainians will hold and, probably, will keep their country afloat. I provide to the listeners to reflect on this contradiction.

Alexander Livchak from Yekaterinburg, among the events of the past year, recalls the autumn riot of adolescents in the Kirovgrad colony. I read: "They say - the riots were before Putin." I will add from myself: and not only in Russia. “But the idea“ all power to the cops (Chekists) ”is also not new,” the letter says. - Without fictions in the form of real elections, an independent court, a free press, democracy turns out to be a propulsion. A person feels defenseless. Is it worth it to be surprised that in such conditions the children go under the bullets, as it was in Kirovgrad? In my opinion, this rebellion is a forerunner of future social explosions. They will be called the screw. The suppression system includes imitation of public control and state human rights. Our main official human rights activist Merzlyakova regularly visited the Kirovgrad colony. Newspapers and television were full of reports about its visits. Here she is lucky there are gifts, here she goes there with Governor Rossel and tells what a big event it became for the whole “system”, but - think about it, Anatoly Ivanovich! - Explits the opposition: “Why does the opposition do not remember what a huge business has been done: budget funds for organizing free food for younger students and children from unsecured families?”

Yes, Mr. Livchak, this is "cool", I agree with you. A human rights activist (albeit official, but still a human rights activist!), Who requires the opposition to note the successes of the authorities is “cool”. When “one day of Ivan Denisovich” appeared, the first thing that the Merzlyakovs said was that you can’t look at the world through the prison window, as the writer Solzhenitsyn and his character do it. A real Soviet man, and from there, because of the bars, must, they say, cover the entire scope of communist construction.

I do not call the city from which the following letter came. The university teacher writes: “In our city it has become worse. Darker is somehow dirtier. Flocks of poor people and homeless dogs roam around the tanks with garbage. And these crows. Where are there so many of them? It seems that they are only here and free. Construction and update have stopped. Thieves are impudent without having a rebuff. If earlier, they mainly gutted the country houses, now they also set about garages. "United Russia" received few votes with us, less than on average in the region. But this does not mean that voters rushed into the arms of the Democrats. My students voted for “fair Russia”. They, stupid, want justice. They do not know, did not see her. They did not stand in lines. That's how it happens, Anatoly Ivanovich. The generation will pass, and everything is forgotten. It was as if it weren’t ... I met a tramp on the road here, says:

- Dear, give a little money for the sake of the saint!

Well, I poured trifles to him, and I ask myself:

- Is it, holy?

- Of course, there is. Do not ask for vodka - milk.

Someone is looking for the meaning of life, but this person has already found it. The milk to drink is sacred, here is the meaning of life. This is the time, and I will tell you, Anatoly Ivanovich, and the parable. There was an ice mountain. I amazed the world with cold and grandeur. It was Russia, called the Soviet Union. But she unnoticed she began to thaw. Finally, Gaidar opened the main window, from where it suffered the spring air of freedom. And the block turned into a dirty puddle.

- What is it! - the population screamed, - Where is the former greatness, where is the dazzling brilliance? And where are our savings?

“You didn’t have them,” Gaidar slapped his lips pure truth.

-Boyish-sh-sh-shu! S-S-SUCHENK!

They drove the Gaidar, but the “main window” was not closed, but several were covered. Well, it froze. Now, in the place of a dirty puddle, a rink is not cleaner. The "bear path" is called. You walk and fall. And how much time does it take for it to turn into a puddle again, and then this puddle dries, and then green grass appeared in its place? To finally grow a tall, beautiful tree. Freedom tree. "

At the end of this letter, the author reports that his elderly father is also sometimes trying to write something to “freedom”, but he goes out, they say, badly: “He begins about freedom, and ends with his pension.” An elderly man is the same baby, whose lips say the truth. What is the truth of this elderly baby speaks about itself? You heard ... He wants to say that he needs freedom most of all, gathers with spirit, strains all his strength to say this, but does not withstand, and at the end he gets down to the truth. He needs a good pension most! Bread and oil. Such is the homeless person. Holy - milk to drink. Make flesh. This is what the truth about a person was expressed by these two. And youth, as we heard, want justice, socialism. They did not stand in lines. But their parents stood! On the palms, “chemical” pencils of slobber, the numbers were small. It would seem that they would have to convey to the children how it was, what it was. No, they didn’t give them, they don’t give it off, because they themselves forgot. Such is the popular memory. But something is still transmitted. What? What do we absorb with mother's milk? Not knowledge about the past. The prevailing majority knows little even about the present, not to mention the past. We absorb the knowledge of our parents and ancestors, but their habits and some concepts are something almost an animal, almost instincts. And what word to call it, the main habit? Here - bend, heart, to the end! The habit of not free. Taste for slavery. The slave does not love his master (although it happens that he loves, even loves), but he knows that without him he is nowhere. Who will put you up to the matter? Who will drive you? Who will feed you? Only he, the owner. You are nothing, power is everything. He will give milk, he will bring a pension - enough for us. Gratitude will not wait, but we will obey. It is so true that if I were seventeen years old, I would like to hang myself.

A letter from another university teacher, he is a historian and philosopher, professor. “The state of our education system accurately, adequately characterizes one well -known and very capacious word - catastrophe! A real disaster. I am amazed by the unpreparedness of my students, their profanity in all respects. They did not hear the name of Van Gogh. They do not know what entropy is. This is monstrous. Incurrent, inert. I do not know how to get them out of this state. These are people who do not feel at all the achievements of their civilization. They do not understand where humanity is now. They are not interested in either the past or the future. These are formidable signs of the end. I do not want to condemn paints, but I feel the moment of the crash here. A talented teacher is a rarity. The role of the teacher is extremely underestimated, devalued. An elementary school teacher is a station wagon, little Leonardo da Vinci. He teaches both mathematics and the Russian language - all one person. Primary school teacher is a big role, a high mission, a highlighted position at school. But this is not understood with us. The current education system is a worsened version of the Soviet system. ”

Thanks for the letter, Mr. Professor! In my opinion, the crash does not smell. The general ignorance is not news. You know this is probably better than me, just forgot in a fit of despair. The best friends of the people of past centuries were sure that over time, everyone living on earth would become enlightened. Nekrasov had no doubt that someday a man “Belinsky and Gogol would carry from the bazaar”, and not garbage like the current “ladies' reading”.

They themselves, Belinsky and Gogol, also thought that it would be so. Mistaken. The man does not fly from the bazaar of Belinsky and Gogol, and he probably will never No matter how high the enlightenment rises, the vast majority of people will remain at the foot, in the darkness of ignorance, as they would say in the 19th century. Civilization will not stand still, but its course will feel, in general, the smallest minority. Enlightenment is available to everyone, but everyone will never strive for it. So life is arranged. Maybe this is necessary. What else can you say? You are writing about Putin:

“The person who approved the anthem of Russia in the form in which he sounds today is completely devoid of the sense of the word. This is a person who does not know what Blok is, Akhmatova, although he lived in St. Petersburg, sort of in a St. Petersburg aura. This is not felt at all. Having accepted this anthem, he signed in his own lack of culture. ”

And what else is he signed, Mr. Professor? Non -culture do not hide, do not disguise. A cultural person cannot say that the Americans “artificially divided” Ukrainians into pro -Western and pro -Russian. In general, not one of those speech that Putin entered in history will not utter. Academician Likhachev spent many years behind barbed wire. He knew the language of criminals better than Putin, if only because literature is his specialty. But did anyone hear the academician to “wet in the toilet”? Blok, Akhmatova, Petersburg Aura - and KGB lieutenant colonel. Well, how could he breathe it with it? Did he need this to grow in the service? The recent Prime Minister of Ukraine Yanukovych was included in one of his speeches Anna Akhmatova. She is, they say, the daughter of Ukraine. He read throughout the country, throughout the world: "Anna Akhmetova." Apparently, she decided that she was from the family of Rinat Akhmetov, the richest man of Ukraine, the first person in the party called the “Donetsk” and whose leader is considered by Yanukovych, the Party of Regions. Filling out the questionnaire with his own hand, he wrote about himself that he, Yanukovych, has the title “Professor” - with two “f”. And “two walkers to the zone” in his youth (he did not write about this). But in the presidential election, almost half of the country voted for him, and in the last parliamentary elections, he at the head of his party scored two and a half times more than President Yushchenko - at the head of his. As you can see, ignorance, lack of culture, and here we add shamelessness and criminal inclinations - not a vice in the eyes, at least half of the population, and not a hindrance to power. In Russia, for Putin’s party, too, half ...

From the next letter I will read you, friends, something that I did not expect. Anything expected, but not that. I read: “I would like to write to you about the huge falsifications of recent Russian“ elections ”, and about the next strengthening of the arbitrariness (and in some places and terror) of the Russian authorities, but to hope for the publication of such a letter - alas, is practically pointless.” A strange letter, isn't it? From the program to the program, I only do that that I give the most sharp letters about the situation in Russia, about Putin and Putinism, about the recent elections, and the person reproaches me, you heard what. Moreover, he does not turn on “freedom” from case to case, he, judging by his letter, does not turn it off at all. A dissident with pre -revolutionary experience (I mean the August Revolution of 1991). The fighter of those who always lack enemies. The Kremlin always lacks enemies - and such an exposure to the Kremlin is also missing.

The author of the next letter does not consider it pointless to write to us about what is happening in Russia - he is sure that his letter will sound and is not mistaken. “All Soviet insanity returns,” I read in his letter. Then he exaggerates. All Soviet insanity still does not return and, probably, will never return, but I probably just find fault with the person, he himself probably understands everything. I read on: “Without the slightest shame and looking at the constitution, people are grabbed on the street and at home, in the entrance, at work and in the train. Without trial, they condemn and put it in a kutuzka. They are not grabbing thieves, embezzlers, bandits and killers - they take people. Sometimes cripple, "uro" less often. So far, they are not planted by millions and kill very little, but the most “effective manager” Comrade Stalin also began small. And now millions are in the ground so that Stalin is great. Not in graves, in the ground. We did not finish with our past. They did not cut the umbilical cord. Stiring the "iron" idol, did not look back: what was left behind? So it showed its face, and after March it will show completely, ” - such a forecast is contained in this letter.

And in the language of the Americans, meanwhile, a new word appeared - or rather, an old word, but with a new meaning. Russian is this word. Russian. And really, none of you, dear listeners, immediately guessed about his new sense? The Americans recently began to be called Russian, who sees everything in black, and look at himself from universal longing. I’ll call another new word in the language of Americans. The people are still amazing, and its tongue is even more amazing! Hatriotism is this word. It is composed of two words: “Hate”, which means hatred and “patriotism”, which means patriotism. And the Americans mean by this word what I would call the loyal hatred. There are people who readily hate everything that the power tells. So they are Hiatriots. It is ordered to hate the Estonians - we will hate Estonians. But Ukrainians - we will not stop, because they were prompted to hate them earlier than Estonsev, but there was no “hift” signal. It is impossible to translate Hatriotism into Russian. You will have to wait for the Russian language to give birth to something of its own, equally capacious and murderous, to designate servile anger. For example, I do not take and try. If risen, for example, Karamzin, he would, perhaps, invented something. I have hope for Russian students - on that flying part of Russian students who are studying and not lying a fool. She will find a suitable word. And, by the way, friends ... It, in my opinion, is already there, this is a word, there is! Moreover, it is twice as short as American, which is a great rarity. “Ours” is this word. This is the name of the Putin Komsomol.

The next letter: “The recently re -elected United Russia Pavel Medvedev, a large intellectual, a mathematician plus an economist, convinced us on the waves of Radio“ Freedom ”that it is impossible to repay the debts of Sberbank and raise pensions - inflation, they say! It follows that from the "oil common fund" we will never get a cent. According to him, he does not know a way to increase the living standards of people, and if anyone knows, let him tell him. For example, I know, but I will not prompt Mr. Medvedev. He should tell him this conscience. Why then, one wonders, you ruin the country, pump out oil and gas in such unimaginable quantities, if the citizens are neither hot nor cold from this? Or do you think that people will be happy if they guarantee a ration of bread (without oil), rubber boots and a quilted jacket, but you can live in huts a hundred kilometers from Moscow, where a “man in a cap” who loves his wife is evicted? ” The author of this letter is engaged in entrepreneurship, and I would simply be infinitely grateful to him if he wrote to “freedom” how he could still return the Russians to the Russians of their Soviet era and not to cause rising prices that would devour this money in the blink of an eye. I am not an economist, although I was once fond of both the economy and economists, which is why I was disappointed in them (not in the economy, but only in economists). If he had been fond of, for example, by sociology and sociologists or cultural studies and culturalists, especially culturalologists, he would be disappointed, of course, in them. Но не надо быть экономистом, чтобы понимать: если не растёт производительность труда, то рост зарплаты и всяких других выплат населению ничего, кроме скачка цен, не даст, что и происходит сейчас в России. Только что ставшая премьер-министром Украины Юлия Тимошенко твёрдо намерена вернуть людям советские долги в ближайшие два года. Одни ждут этого с радостью, другие – единицы – с ужасом, третьи не знают, что и думать, среди них пока нахожусь и я, хотя это мало кого должно интересовать, поскольку я, повторяю, ни черта в этом не понимаю.

“Hello, Anatoly! – это письмо из Подмосковья. – Мне скоро сорок, женат, растёт дочка-школьница. Бывший военный, теперь простой охранник, сутки через трое, жена работает бухгалтером у нескольких частников, я ей помогаю, одна бы не справилась, иногда на своей машине привожу товар из Москвы кому-нибудь из бедных торговцев. В городе нашем тридцать тысяч населения, выглядит он неплохо, большинство городов Подмосковья в последние годы заметно изменились в лучшую сторону. Плитка на тротуарах, клумбы, парки, фонтаны, даже пятиэтажки раскрасили, сделаны приличные дороги, обновляется коммунальное хозяйство. Большие современные магазины, в которых есть всё. Есть ли у людей на всё деньги? Видимо, есть, иначе не было бы таких магазинов. Большая часть продуктового рынка стала принадлежать крупным компаниям, проникают они и в услуги, это вроде бы неплохо. Но мелкому предпринимателю места не остаётся. И дело не только в конкуренции. Государство просто уничтожает мелкого. Работать честно, выполнять все требования госорганов просто невозможно. Мой знакомый, - продолжает автор, - снабжает детскими завтраками одну из школ. It will close soon. Постоянные придирки: "А вот у вас раздаточное окошко не соответствует". – "А почему такую маленькую площадь арендуете?" Санэпидстанция постоянно находит какие-то "палочки". Пожарники находят своё… Не знаю никого, кто бы недавно открыл своё маленькое реальное дело, все занимаются только постепенной самоликвидацией. Взятки, кстати, стали выглядеть чуть более "цивилизованно" – переводом в виде пожертвований. Российская экономика – это монополии и угнетение всего, что ниже. Перевёрнутая пирамида. Когда-нибудь её начнёт кренить. Причём, на обочине оказываются честные, желающие работать. Почему система строится так? Ведь люди же её строят сами. Может, честных просто меньшинство? Мы с женой очень любим путешествовать в Европу, - сообщает автор в конце своего письма. - Львиная доля наших сбережений уходит на это. Другие там люди - порядочные и доброжелательные. Воздух другой, краски другие, звуки другие, жизнь другая - благоприятная. Отдыхаешь душой. Каждый раз стараемся побывать в глубинке. В том же Берлине или Стокгольме садимся на электричку и едем до конечной остановки, гуляем там».

По-моему, вы сейчас слушали одно из тех немногих писем на радио «Свобода», окоторых можно сказать, что автор не перегибает ни в какую сторону, ничего не очерняет и не приукрашивает. It is very difficult. There is nothing more difficult.