Bird of happiness - choose me!

Once there were elections in Brazil ... You can say - the elections there are constantly going on, with short intervals. This is very heavily barking . Cars with audio clocks travel around the city and translate the pre -election speech. Since the language I don’t understand, it seemed to me that it was some songs, with the names of the candidates. Sometimes melodies are pretty, probably use popular music. But then they explained to me that there are no extra words in these broadcasts, but only the surname of the advertised candidate and his elected number!

There are usually many candidates, much more than the places they are elected. I still do not understand how they differ from each other. They look approximately the same, and when you look on TV, they say the same thing. Unlike speech, something extremely abstract, like-"Let's live better!" Or “Brazil is our everything!”, And more often “San Louis is our everything!”, Since local elections occur much more often of universal ones.

But there are many simple things that can be promised and, in turn, demand! The roadway is everywhere of low quality, and in Maranyau this quality is delightfully low! There are almost no bicycle paths anywhere, although the climate favors this transport, and the Brazilians tend to use it. And the Brazilians are completely unnecessary for the mass and do not know Brazil! The consciousness of most of them rarely goes beyond their own state.

But they choose correctly. The very chiefs or their closest relatives - representatives of the clans. Therefore, the places after the end of the deadline smoothly go to wives, children, grandchildren .... And the chosen ones themselves wander along the corridors of the authorities, transplanting from one chair to another.
Sometimes the elections are suddenly recognized as illegal, due to the fact that the representative of the weak clan bought too many votes and took a place not on the rank.

The exception to this coordinated mechanism is only popular comedians who, if desired, can get to any elected place, regardless of educational qualifications and other obstacles.

I once talked with a local acquaintance, and tried to tell him about the elections in Russia. My vocabulary was tiny, but unexpectedly a Soviet song surfaced in my memory, which a second had never associated with this painful and ungrateful process.
“The bird of happiness tomorrow,
He will fly and choose me!
Choose me!
Choose me!
The bird of happiness tomorrow! "

In the Soviet Union, Feuerbach was one of the permitted communist propaganda of Western thinkers. I terribly wanted to read something different from Marx and Lenin, and when I saw him in some library, I attacked like a treat, and did not leave the reading room until I spilled several volumes.

Many people consider books on philosophy very complex. In my school years, I was lucky to get acquainted with Professor Leshkovtsev, one of the editors of Kwant magazine, who spoke with popular lectures for youth. He settled down with a friend to accompany the scientist on the bus, and on the way he told that the most amazing book in his life was the “criticism of pure reason” by Kant, in which he read one page all day!

When, after many years, I was lucky enough to sign up for the library in which the famous German philosopher rested in paper ashes, the librarian answered my request in the most categorical way:
- Kant did not write this!
I was taken aback - the name of Leshkovtsev in my brain has long been surrounded by a halo:
- And what did the late Immanuel create for your book depository?
- "Criticism of the practical mind!"

I had to read the "practical", which could be right, since closer to my clinical thinking. But what was my surprise when a weighty volume of 600 pages flew in a couple of hours. There was too little reading for me there! From there, I made many scientists in Latin, who later helped to understand the scientific scriptures.

Recently, my children passed the state exam in Brazil, and they had to answer a question about philosophy. From the entire stream with the task, to allocate genuine Kant from three quotes, no one managed, and then my children offered this quiz me. What was my surprise when I correctly recognized the founder of Cartesianism in an incomprehensible language.

It turns out that turning over the folio, I caught the reinforced concrete features of this thinker!
However, Pearl librarians easily surpassed the philosophy teacher from the University of Nesterova.
In the exam on the subject, his wife got “ethics of Kant”, and the son began with a textbook:
- Kant said that man is kind by nature!
But the resourceful professor immediately cut off the presumptuous student with a dagger replica:
- I do not know anything about this!
The question is after that - why such uninformed teachers?!

One of my favorite jokes on the same topic:
One famous linguist took the philosophy exam, and the student opened the page of new knowledge before the outstanding polyglot:
- Kant said that a man is by nature a beaver!
-Maybe, after all, beaver?! - the philologist was worried.
- No, professor, my lecture is recorded!

So, returning to Feuerbach and the theme of the elections, from several volumes of academic boring I managed to get only one bright thought that flashed a precious diamond.
- The choice is a bad opportunity! This is an opportunity to make a mistake!
It is just amazing how it is suitable for the electoral system!

Picture of Evgeny Itskovich

Once, with all my country, I was present at the “immoral” birth turn that happened during the years of “perestroika”. When Yeltsin’s first term expired, it became clear what the election came from this.

It was almost possible to choose from three candidates: Yeltsin, Yavlinsky and Zyuganov. After the realization of this triple dilemma, the people who looked even decent inside the TV began to scream - “Let's choose Yeltsin so that the Communists would not come to power!”

It was difficult to understand what happened to analysts, yesterday discussed a lot about the dangers of drunkenness, favoritism and total lies, instead of the former sincerity. But then it turned out that according to the corridors of the authorities, they wore large boxes with money, and the smell of this money made television agents insane!

I don’t remember that time or in another, in a hard choice, when it was said - “a good candidate will lose anyway, let's choose a bad one, he will certainly win!”, Sergey Adamovich Kovalev, who seems to me an outstanding political thinker, noticed - “The choice is very irrational, I prefer to choose my heart!”
It is a pity that so few Russians are different from the Germans!

From some time, in public reality, the language kitsch prevailed. This is strange for a country that has such a great high literature, but apparently on these scales the series about “brothers” outweigh the humanistic heritage.

Recently, a wonderful article about Chaadaev appeared on Polit.ru. Everything would be wonderful if it were not for, firstly, this strange slang, or maybe a stem with which pieces of normal speech are interspersed in it.
Secondly, P.Ya. Chaadaev can be called a philosopher only from a very formal position. The way he wrote, and how society perceived it and is Russian mysticism - historiosophy!
Philosophers are quoted in large pieces, in their reasoning there is an outwardly correct logic, as in the Russian elections. And the mystic responds in the soul with purely poetic images, he shines through the soul with poetic aphorism.

This is the attitude of the line P.Ya. One of the most expressive in Russian culture. They have a pronounced motive, and what kind of violent historical science developed after them, and what a wonderful historiosophy opened after that!

Therefore, to say that Chaadaev was not read, it is a hyperbole, slightly reminiscent of a squiggle. How many people have read and know about Joachim of Florsky? But this is one of the most “productive” mystics, judging by cultural inheritance, and Petr Yakovlevich spent his spiritual genealogy through it.

Yes, and we know Christ only by quotes, in the torn chosen places, conveyed to us by numerous distorted translations.
And Pushkin, who replaced Christ in the Soviet school, how much was read in a new generation?
And the last, about Chaadaev’s mental illness. After the revealed revelation, he was “unwell” for many years. But this is a feature of revelation! Remember what happened to the Apostle Paul - he is even blind!

In the early 90s, I spent the summer months with children in the Novosibirsk Akademgorodok. There was absolutely no money, and my chicks were never different in poor appetite. Fortunately, the apartment left by relatives was littered with empty bottles, which were very well accepted in the neighboring gastronom. Every morning I stuffed my wallets with dishes and cheerfully went to the store, where at first in one window I exchanged glass for money for money, and then I bought food for the family for neighboring shelves.

Once, walking with the kids, I came across a frozen kiosk, where I bought my children on sugar face. And while the child was busy, he went into the bookstore located in close proximity, however, for the lack of funds, without any purpose.

And he was stunned! .. The two -volume of Chaadaev flaunted on the shelves. After he managed to swallow all the saliva reflexively released, he realized that he was in the price of ice cream in a waffle glass! Rering home, grabbed two suitcases, filled them with bottles, and then rushed empty into the “Book”, where my cubs knocked down a treat, and filled them to the edges with black fresh two -volumes. The spilled sea in the store did not decrease from this, and the maternal instinct urged the purchase of a completely inedible goods, otherwise there could not be enough bottles before the saving arrival of his wife.

Then I wiped the children with smeared sweet faces, stood with them on the store’s porch and in full voice began ... No, not to ask for alms, but to scream something unusual. - Good people! Here, the two -volume of Chaadaeva is sold at the price of ice cream in a waffle cup! For some reason, the last circumstance seemed to me especially convincing. After all, not escort! The people, of course, shied away, but some of my holy foolish scream attracted, and they hid the wombs behind the doors of the trading books in order to get out into the light of God already dedicated.

The wife who arrived a week later, seeing the acquisition, only sighed heavily, counting on when returning to her native penalties on my remarkable carrying capacity.

When we just got married, we soon drove into an expensive cooperative apartment, which had to be paid 25 years, and no one believed that we would be able to do this with our earnings.
That is why we concluded a gentleman's agreement - to announce a moratorium on the purchase of books! And it is necessary, a few days later the neighbor began to sell her library, and among other things, the collected works of Herzen! When the aggravated, we returned to our abode, where there were no cabinets or book shelves, and dumped book piles on the floor, I observed this family austerlitan, I involuntarily uttered something napoleon -like:

- We will grow books

Like a FIM FIGE FIGS!

Returning to Moscow, for several months I went happy to guests with a two -volume presenter in the form of a presentation. They do not look at the gift horse for the binding! The owners usually rejoiced, and what they later read - unknown! But I felt like an epic offend of economic miracles directly!

I read a curious political science article on the Internet, but I will not even mention it here, because of the indecent language. I am far from a snob regarding speech, I live in a country whose language I speak worse than a three -year -old child, but I understand very well that things that do not exist in the language cannot be felt! Rather, they cannot enter their senses!

The mystery, why did Putin, when entering power, went to Solzhenitsyn, in fact, asking for blessings, and why did Solzhenitsyn blessed the forces with which most of his life so indomitably fought?

Probably, the power of all political science, expressed by a “living” language, perceives, as another understandable “Fenya”, but does not begin to think and feel different from this Feni.

The legendary Firebird, for us overseas, turned out to be ours!

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I will create you out of thirst
From God's glory and trouble
To sip the flour in the flour
Mirage of well water.

And you go to the bottom of the vessel,
Your heavenly Kremlin is a black log house,
And, as the Savior - Judas,
Touching the brown lips!

I will enter you, where my life is naked,
Naga and holy flesh,
And our souls, dying,
Already knocking on the glass of paradise ...
But deaf, deaf! .. The Lord sleeps!

We are called up - but before the hour!
We are named - but there are no names! ..
And leaves of the iconostasis
The window ni is sipped.

Pouring! Pouring! Where are you?! Where are you?!
Like an echo deadly! Where?! - You! .. You! ..
And on the cheeks of salty flat
I kiss the void.
11/11/1996

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I will touch, as if to paradise
And this is a trace in the water of the face! ..
The smile of my lips, I draw my eyes ...
But do not get drunk - I’m dying!
But do not pray - eternity with the edge!
But do not fall in love to the end!

And you are at the bottom - in circles of hell
Sunning, living flesh!
Not you, but waves - no words!
In a handful of sadness - "How glad I am! .." -
Inadquired lamp,
The Lord!

We are on both sides of the vision of the world
Living?! Tmelee? .. - In and Yang!
Zenith - a fall into a dream Nadir!
The blood of the reverence is the moan of Porfira!
And on the lips of the poet Lira,
Like the hearts of broken - a line!
11/06/1996

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And the angel was worried
Jerusalem's radiance,
He holds glass on his shoulders
And death is undeniable!

Tearing terrible flowers,
Butterfly flies invisibly,
From eternity, from non -perity
You can’t pus out for the winter!

Earth - on a tree Dich
Between paradise apples in the center of paradise,
It is lowered by a firefly
From heaven, burning on the thread.

And blinded eyes
In a handful of night-pilgrim-
Girlands of stars ... Stars tear
Yes, the flame of Jerusalem!
10/29/1996​​