Chernomyrdin as part of speech

Of all the dramatic heroes, only the jester has the opportunity to become a joker, that is, to turn from a character into a narrator. And who cares that the drama turns into a buffoonery, and all the other authors, screenwriters, songwriters and storytellers are in jesters. These are already details that can be neglected for their smallness.

Viktor Stepanovich Chernomyrdin became such a storyteller. I chose it to talk to us an era. You can argue for a long time that we got a non -praise. Necessary, the truth is the truth, the era was getting. And she spoke on a strange crazy dialect. But if times are not chosen, then languages ​​in which these times lead their dialogue do not choose even more so.

Was there anything to say this era, who speaks for the most part in the language of collateral auctions, a showdown and the general sale of the former bins of the Council of People's Commissars?

It turned out. That is, that which remained inexpressible in the language of looting and the boys of the boys and the kids show, Viktor Stepanovich said. Eternal memory to him! We did not count on such trust, and the word is, as you know, a sparrow flying. He is pleasant to the cat. Immortality is definitely waiting for the deceased, for he has long become from a retired titled prime minister, politics and business executive - part of speech. Remember Brodsky? “... and with the word“ coming ”mice and the whole arava run out of the Russian language // bite off the tidy piece // Memory that your cheese is prying. // After so many winters it is already indifferent that // or who is in the corner by the window behind the bitch, // and the brain is heard in the brain, // But its rustling. // Life, which, // as a gifted thing, does not look at the mouth, // Expects your teeth at every meeting. // From the whole person you will remain part // Speech. Part of speech in general. Part of speech".

Brodsky, when he wrote this poem, was still unreasonably democratic. Not everyone manages to become part of the speech. To become part of speech is more complicated than becoming a prime minister. At the same time, we knew, for example, the premieres and more than the poisonous of Chernomyrdin. Including on the field of reform. The same Kosygin, for example, set the tone in engineering relations that to production mechanisms, to human souls. However, as an engineer of shower, Kosygin did not leave any trace in the language after himself.

The Kosygin era did not speak human words, but in the language of diagrams and tables of numerous statistical institutions, one of which is sung in the immortal Ryazanovsky “official novel”. A native man in the Kosygin era according to all the canons of a developed disciplinary society was replaced by a cocia. What was not translated into the language of numbers was expressed in the language of jokes. Anecdotes were poisoned by digitized Kosygin people. Chernomyrdin Flesh from the flesh is one of these people. And according to the status, not even a person, but a vomiting statistical institution.

However, Chernomyrdin will remain in the people's memory, not therefore. He will not remain in her as a zifor person, towering, like a giraffe, whose long neck is made up of digital hooks-brown. Chernomyrdin will go down in history as an example of a literary experiment in which the estimate genre connected with a joke. They may object to me: they say, all the reforms of Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin were executed in this genre. I won’t argue, I’ll only add that the joke from this turned out to be bad. And I will insist: the role of Chernomyrdin everything remains special: he not only participated in the era, but also told it as this bad joke. He captured what was happening in a word, or, better to say, picked up those words that themselves participated in what was happening.

Chernomyrdin was an absurd poet, worse than the Oberiuts.

Previous before long, stationery and bossy speech severities acquired in its language the nature of dashed truncation and fun confusion. Chernomyrdin is a reckless inquisitive vivisector, which is an experiment on the cockroaches of the bodies of a bureaucratic novel - and what if the legs are sewn instead of antennae? But what if the wings are adjusted instead of the legs? It turns out very quickly that linguistic vivisection is tantamount to bodily execution. The cesuras in the previously puffy circular New Year are equivalent to the traces of a whip. Chernomyrdin was a sweep. He was a new Sphinx, making riddles. Riddles injured their cheerful insoluability.

The Chernomyrdinsky language is, in a sense, the fear and horror of bureaucratic people. This language is a mirror that reflects the pitch world, where there is a centuries -old habit of exchanging their heads, to show off with rearranged limbs, spin inside out, to turn inside out, grow to each other's insides and, with all the that, is incredibly proud of yourself and walk Gogol. "You are not here!" - said Chernomyrdin. "You're not here here!" - the bureaucratic brethren eched him.

But not only the mirror was the Chernomyrdinsky language. This was also a phenomenon of speculative speech, which has departed from the previous official, that is, from the role of a status attribute, expressing vigilant and giving, bossy shout and royal roar. The speech of Chernomyrdin is a bureaucratic New Yoar, which hit all heavy. (As officials of all ranks and guilds hit market speculations, and with them the whole country). The speculative absurdism of the Chernomyrda language is a direct analogue of a rebellion, the form of which in the 90s of the last century became the market. The analogue of the rebellion is even more meaningless and certainly - no less merciless.