General song

The football CSKA played in Nancy (France) of the UEFA Cup match. The French played and under the pouring rain of Perli forward - and the stadium, encouraging his own, sang Marseelus! There is a temptation to say that the “Marseille” worked: “Nancy” played two goals, although he then lost ... when they stopped singing.

But the point, of course, is not in the practical side of the question: “Marseillaise” is not a needle of Voodoo, which is pierced by the enemy’s figure, but by the national anthem. And when the anthem, in a moment of sincere lifting or in the name of it, thousands of ordinary people sing, it is impressive.

Do you imagine the Luzhniki who, in a single impulse (yourself, not under the official “plywood”) will stand up and sing, supporting their own: “Russia, our great power”?

So I can’t imagine.

As you recall our unfortunate athletes, partly members of the ruling party, randomly moving their lips and scaredly mowing in the television camera ... Longing.

In the origin of our anthem and its subsequent vocal practice, as in a drop of water, the entire civil wretchedness of present -day Russia was reflected. Our anthem has not grown out of hard work, like a “club”, did not fly from the defeated barricades as an “international” ... He was put together on the instructions of the party, like a state coffin with brushes, his tudus in a swing; Three times, in accordance with the next nomenclature fashion, they changed their sees and rolled out on a carriage - new, Putin, for folk use. And so that it bounces to the head of the teeth!

He will not bounce.

For this is necessary for the soul to sing first, sorry for the expression.

No matter how naive the words of Eugene are on the great music of Pierre Degeiter, no matter how sizes the deceit is covered by the plan for the construction of this city of the Sun, millions of people sang, “Get up, a curse of the branded ...” at the call of the heart, and I still found people who were ready to die under this music.

Most of these people wiped their own brothers on the musical manner in powder, but it was a hymn! Something born of a heart and accepted by hearts ...

Then the "International" became inconvenient. (The choir of Soviet prisoners, penetrating "The whole world of violence we will destroy ..." - from the novel of Dovlatov - as they say, closed the topic.)

The time has come for ideological tasks.

Many times the described process of the Stalinist editorship of the USSR anthem, obviously excluded sincerity. Judging by the textbook dialogue in the TsDL buffet, Mikhalkov did not have special author’s ambitions.

“Your texture, Seryozha, shit,” they say, remarked him, who was daring from the alcohol colleague. “Learn words,” the clever Sergey Vladimirovich answered without going into artistic subtleties.

And the people taught the words that - neither the mind nor the heart ... All subsequent copyright tilles (including the option with the eagle did not go into business), of course, had nothing to do with anything other than the next Kholuyazha session. As said Derzhavin about another feathered: "They caught the bird to the vocabulary and squeeze her with his hand ..."

The poor thing is squealing instead of a whistle! Still. The anthem is a pathos genre, and pathos is the most risky thing in art. High intonation makes any lies more noticeable; A trembling in a voice, not secured by a margin of real feeling, is unbearable. From the holy tears to the golem vulgarity - a couple of centimeters.

“I love you, life ...” - in order to sing it, you have to be Bernes. When Kobzon sings the same, the effect is already different.

A hymn is what millions of people distinguish themselves from other millions of people. This is the quintessence of community. And what do we have in common? What song will unite Deripaska from Novodvorskaya? "We are children of the Galaxy ..."?

Russians have no general song. Anthem on the phonogram and pop from each hole. And the Luzhniki, without unnecessary songs, are hung out to meet the guests of the bear with claws - on the panel the size of half the football field.