Grace to the fallen

In Russian journalism, another, seasonal or something, exacerbation. A note of 1000 signs in a newspaper, which decent people have not taken in their hands for a long time, led to a colossal ejection of negative energy in LiveJournal.

How many moralists were around in immaculate ries!

I don’t know how colleagues, but I did not know such a name - Julia Yuzik. Now I know. How not to find out when serious, busy people threw things and rushed to Swara. Roman Grigoryevich Libov himself descended from the academic Olympus and disassembles the style of the note through the bones.

My God, there’s nothing to disassemble there! The note is stylistically completely helpless. And if it was written with brilliance? This is not the point.

Others attacked mistakes: it is written that Bukovsky had already flew to London, and he had not yet flown away, it is written that the defector, and he was not a defector, it is written that he had not been in Russia for a long time, and he was in 1991. “Lying!”, “Lie!”, “Meanness!” ... Yes, this is not a lie, but small inaccuracies. For the author, who was born in 1981, 1991 is a long time. And if there were no mistakes in the note? Is it the matter?

It even came to comparison with Boris Slutsky, who once spoke at a meeting against Pasternak. How many inappropriate pathos! Already at least Slutsky, leave alone. He paid in full for his act. He himself was worse than Pasternak. Yes, if we begin to recall all the unseemly actions of Russian writers in relation to each other and when they are forced, and when voluntary manifestations of loyalty in relation to the authorities, there will be no living place on Russian literature, not to mention journalism. This is not meanness, but weakness.

In fact, such a fierce reaction is caused not by the very note, but by an attempt to justify himself. The girl quickly caught on - what I did! - And honestly repented in her blog.

Well, approximately like Nekrasov, who read Muravyov-Light at the ceremonial dinner, and then came home and wrote repentant poems . And for this - not for what she sinned, but for what is justified - and piled on her and piled on her whole. That is, if she really had such an opinion about Bukovsky, then there would be no demand with her. More than a strange and dubious criterion.

I am ready to believe, gentlemen and ladies, that you are all angels in the flesh and holy martyrs, but you see what the matter is: the angels do not beat the stones of sinners, and the saints do not require holiness from ordinary people. In America, what you do is called Lynching Mob. You discredit the ideals for which you allegedly fight.

What happened, say to mercy? Well, Julia Yuzik wrote an unsuccessful note. The world has not turned over from this. You have to be more condescending to the weaknesses of brothers on the pen.

This is well mentioned in the Strugatsky novel “The Ugly Swans”, whose hero, fiction writer Viktor Banev, being driven into a corner, thinks this way: “Yes, it is obvious that you have come and you have to sell. Retz -tusov, an experienced person, about this, it is necessary to sell easily and expensive - the more honest your pen, the more expensive it costs the authorities, so you are selling damage to the opponent, so that it is more expensive. And we must try to make this damage maximum. "

Of course, there is no dispute - it’s nice to write like the eleventh commandment: "... never ask for anything! Never and especially those who are stronger than you. They will offer themselves and they will give everything!" It is right, beautiful and sounds proudly in the highest sense. But open Bulgakov’s diary for 1922, February 15, read : “The weather has deteriorated. Today is a frost. I go on the remains of screening. The boots have become unusable. We live in a long time.

Hungry, cold and homeless, in holey boots, he dures the Moscow editions and institutions in search of penny earnings, and the issue of cooperation or collapse with the Soviet government is not worth it and cannot stand.

Anyone who worked in the Svic Soviet press will agree with me: the current situation in journalism is radically different. She is much worse. Then the editor was an ally of the journalist, they together were looking for a way to circumvent censorship, albeit at the cost of a compromise. Today, the head of one of the largest national television companies says in an interview: “The Kremlin does not force me to do anything, he only holds me back,” and that for him to see the president is “great joy”.

It is impossible to forbid Mr. Kulistikova to love Mr. Putin, he has the right to do so as a citizen! The Kremlin cannot order Mr. Kulistikova to be loving Mr. Putin, because the company is private!

In modern Russian journalism, the concept of professional dignity at the corporate level no longer exist, but continue to exist on personal. Everyone sets his own personal bar: someone - at the limit of capabilities, someone is minimally low. But one cannot demand from a person jumps exceeding his physical capabilities.

This is not a sport. This is life, and it is long, and on the scales of the last and most important court, this unfortunate note will have such an insignificant weight that it simply will not notice it.