Who are we?

The past television, autumn day of Russia, passed under the sign of the struggle of stars for independence. The stars clearly took shape in two reference groups: the first fought with tabloid journalists a proven method of writing to the president, the second tried to resist the soulless state machine, under whose wheels sick children are increasingly. The action “Get the Star” was headed by Alexander Abdulov, the initiators of another - “Give me life” - were Dina Korzun and Chulpan Khamatova.

The battle for sovereignty was launched "Sunday evening with Solovyov" by signator Oksana Pushkina. (Let me remind you - she became famous not only with her tears of the “female gaze” format, but also by stories on the air about the unsuccessfully made plastic surgery.) It is interesting that the essence of her claims to the opponent, the chief editor of the newspaper Life, was only reduced to the quality of the published materials. “I am a superprofessional,” Pushkin insisted with an enviable confidence, turning into a slight hysteria, “and three -year -olds came to my profession.”

Some of the three -year -olds, along with the rest of the dissatisfied stars, agreed on the Maidan of Andrei Malakhov. Then the atmosphere of medieval autodafe reigned - the people longed for paparazza blood. The thunderous Zeus-Abdulov rushed at any disagreement with him. Senator Narusova branded the yellow press, forgetting that it was the latter who created the phenomenon of her daughter Ksenia. The host of the “Anshlag” Dubovitskaya told the tragic story of the random, and not by drinking, according to the tabloids, falling from a camel. The singer Allegrova, who was simultaneously convicted of alcoholism and lesbian, fought a lie through a referendum in the studio. In response to a question like "Do I look like an alcoholic?" The hall boomed something slurred.

We saw completely different stars in the televerse of the evening of the Contemporary Theater, dedicated to raising funds in favor of children with blood cancer. I dare to say: it was the best program over the past five years. Here the plan of sniper coincided with the embodiment. The dramaturgy of the evening took by the throat and did not let go for a long time. The leading Korzun and Khamatova spoke about the disease with dull voices: children's cancer is treated, but in the regions there are not enough elementary - from hospitals to catheter. Yakovlev (Elena) and Basharov, Akhedzhakova and Bezrukov, Mikhalkov (Anna) and Bondarchuk, Dobrovolskaya and Shakurov, Darbich and Menshikov, Churikov and Garmash climbed to the stage; With deadly calm, they told real stories of real children. And from this deafening everyday horror, they stood in the throat. Probably, the actors played the best roles in their lives. More precisely, they did not play, but lived - you can talk about something else only by missing his pain through yourself.

I do not remember on the screen of such a dialogue of true, rather than television stars of culture with power. Korzun set the tone: we think that the greatness of the country is determined not by the length of the borders, but to the universal willingness to save each child. Someone, it seems, retreated from the script. And then the cry of the soul was heard, like a Drabich: you do not think, gentlemen, strange, wild, unscrupulous, that these stories occur in a country where the price for a barrel of oil is $ 70? And Churikova, I think, said the most passionate monologue in her life: my country, state, homeland, why don't we love our children and old people? What is happening to us? Who are we?

06/19/2006 The material was published in the "newspaper" No. 104 dated 06.20.2006.