Chronological disease

Now this date, which during the years of my parents joyfully celebrated all the "progressive humanity", has bashfully forgot. But it was today that the year has been the year 131, as the future genius of all times and peoples, the coriffs of all sciences, Comrade Stalin, was born in the city of Gori.

But I even found a thick trace of that comet that flew in the immediate vicinity of my house on December 21, 1949, when the aforementioned progressive humanity celebrated the 70th anniversary of the great leader. This trace lasted for a long time, almost to the XX Congress. In any case, in the Museum of Gifts, I managed to visit Stalin. What was not there! How all this was worried about the delicate mind! And the rice grain sent from China with the full text of the “Communist Party’s manifesto carved on it”, and a mock-up of the Moscow Kremlin, which was also made from chocolate or from sugar, and a carpet with a portrait, woven by an armless Tajik collective farmer through, naturally, the legs. And God knows what. This museum was located on Gorky Street, in the premises of the Museum of the Revolution, which was once before this very revolution -English club.

Recently, I read somewhere that a group of bold citizens from among those who are called by the “Truth of the Tsars with a Speak to Speaks”, turned to the highest, as they want to think, to the authorities in the person of Zitreziden Medvedev with a fiery call to conduct a full-scale ten-Stalinization in the country, under which it is possible, by the way, to create all sorts of nonsense with budgets and full-time schedules.

Isn't it too late, gentlemen? AU! What is such a decilinization? Patiently, like, with numbers and facts in their hands, explain to the incomprehensible population that Comrade Stalin was still a bad guy? That he diluted a bunch of his and alien population for the sake of creating a barracks in one individual?

So what? “They will tell you, it’s a shame of laughing directly in your honest faces.” Well, I killed it. Well, and rightly, they will tell you. But how did you still want in the first world the state of workers and peasants? And who, Hitler, will they tell you, almost alone he filled up? Pushkin? And they will give a damn, they will tell you, in the souls of our grandfathers-great-grandfathers, who died with this name on the lips, who allowed?

No, friends, late. Moreover, "Stalin" is a long time no longer the name of a particular individual. This is not its own name for a long time. This is a household name, which has long been appropriate to write with a lowercase letter, like the name of a chronic disease that imperiously reminds itself during periods of seasonal exacerbations.

This is not treated.

History, say, do not have to denigrate? She, say, whatever it is, but ours? Agree. There is no need to denigrate. To fly, by the way, too. She just needs to know her - the way she is.

Enough, say, do not need a country in which you were born and live? Speak correctly, guys. No need to be buried. And not only your country. And a stranger does not need. In general, anywhere, except for specially designed places for this, defecation should not be carried out. But the point is that the country whose society does not know how and stubbornly does not want to learn soberly and critically look at its own history, and does not need to be angry.

But all this is rather stupid to burst into a non -state society. Adults are "tennilized" for a long time. And you can’t explain all this to the eternal children and prove. The image of Comrade Stalin, anyway, in the minds of a significant number of somnambulic citizens will be intended to merge with the image of Santa Claus - a strict, but fair distributor of gifts and a thunderstorm of unkind forest spirits.

If I did not want or could not grow up, then I would have been in full right to praise Comrade Stalin, at the last years of which, coincided with my blessed infancy, it was good for me, apparently, it would never be.

Nevertheless, since then I have still matured significantly. At least I want to think so. Therefore, I personally do not need any state -owned tennization.

It is not particularly interesting to talk about glamorous, tube-commissioned "Stalinism" of recent years. I can only say one thing. I very well understand the psychology of those who are horrified to how seductive to tease the generation of their dad Mamash with their sloppy thawing anti-Stalinism, with their "hands, friends" and other skis by the stove. This is all clear, and, I must say, is quite familiar from personal experience.

Only one thing is incomprehensible: why should the older generation be teased not to “future”, as it was, or at least it seemed in the years of my youth, but the past? That's almost the main question of modernity.