Vasilyeva's case

The week that has passed since the interview with the press secretary of the Khamovniki Court has allowed the main impression of what happened to settle. Of course, it was not the facts of lawlessness and imperious cynicism that turned out to be at the center of the discussion - otherwise we did not know this! The main thing in the plot was she herself, Natalya Vasilyeva, a small silent cog in the judicial machine, unexpectedly for this machine turned out to be a man. She - and the reaction to her act.

Part of this reaction was inevitably predictable: on the same day, she herself, the Mother System, fell with all her carcass on the traitor of the System, with a full tub of habitual dirt: slander, provocation, low qualifications, pressure on the court, conspiracy ...

Much more interesting, instructive and, alas, sadder was the reaction of the public - a tremor of responses that ran through the Russian Internet.

A significant part of these responses can be described with a smirk and a drawn-out “Yes, okay” ... They say, we know these truth-seekers, why was she silent before, I suppose she already has a ticket to London, I suppose they paid, I suppose they ordered ... The NTV journalist in his blog already passed the profession in search of a more offensive verb ... (This, of course, is a neurosis: the young man, like all of his NTV, who solemnly took water in his mouth, will live more peacefully if Vasilyeva turns out to be rubbish.)

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Meanness - implied, displayed in a presumption; the force of ordinary shame is proposed to be neglected, as the force of friction in physics problems for the seventh grade ...

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This, I repeat, is about an intelligent public - more precisely (speaking in amazing Russian, accurately tracking the fluctuation of meanings), as if intelligent ...

Survived, as one textbook locksmith said.

Meanness - implied, displayed in a presumption; the force of ordinary shame is proposed to be neglected, as the force of friction in physics problems for the seventh grade ...

Meanwhile, it is precisely this friction, the friction of the conscience against the human soul, that is a very serious force; it is she who sometimes stalls the daily crimes of power and shifts something from the dead center of the nomenklatura.

The accumulation of public protest is a thing difficult to track in a deaf-and-dumb authoritarian environment (what was Mubarak's rating at the end of January? close to ninety, gosh? Well, well) ...

But before, according to Marx, becoming a material force, any idea (including ethical) passes through an embryonic, human stage. This stage is not noticeable to anyone except the person himself, and the person himself is not always noticeable ... But one day the quantity turns into quality - and the successful Soviet screenwriter wakes up with the Galich who will write "We are buried somewhere near Narva."

Once three times the Hero of Socialist Labor becomes a dissident. Once an SS man refuses to carry out a criminal order. One day Saul becomes Paul. Without a ticket to London, not under new funding, not on the instructions of the world behind the scenes ... Just like that, in the process of a miracle. An ordinary miracle of human reflection.

Immortal soul, you know. She, in another version, is the higher nervous activity ...

But let's return from this distant excursion to our 2011 year.

Today in Russia, with all evidence, it is already a shame to belong to Putin's ruling elite. Those who, according to Babel, "lodge their conscience" try to stay away from the symbols of this decade without special need - this party, this justice, this television, these personalities...

The range of disgust is quite large, both intellectual abilities and risks are different (Vasilyeva’s rebellion is not like Volochkov’s hysteria), and everything here is not black and white, of course, and someone is undoubtedly already preoccupied with the practical side of the issue - for example, whether they will start soon to give in the snout as the "first student" of Mr. Dragon ...

Everything is so, but - a trend, however!

Shame is not smoke, you say, won't it eat your eyes?

Eats out, eats out little by little ...