A premature year

Why premature? Well, at least because this year was born about a month earlier than a calendar period, namely in December last year, when suddenly, suddenly for many, for the first time, in twenty years, the protest movement that determined the color and specifics of this year clearly flashed and clearly declared itself.

Then a year began, striking in its incredible incredible, where hope and despair, enthusiasm and numbness, anger and joy, a decorated will to emancipation and wild boars of the reaction, went into a dense ball, which still has to unravel history. It is difficult to designate this year with one evaluative formula. Is it bad or good? God knows him - both like that. But you definitely can’t call him boring.

On the one hand - Bolotnaya, Sakharov, the White Ring, "Occupy -Abay", the movement of observers and the movement of volunteers, indicating at least the possibility of the emergence of the same civil society in our expanses, about the need for which someone did not speak. And much more.

On the other hand, impurryled shilers in the elections, detention and arrests, auto -zats and batons, wild laws that cancel the law, medieval obscurantism, the wild process over the girls who committed punk -graben and packed for this in the camps, the Operational Cossacks with the drawn orders, the defeat of the education system, the attack on the culture, the seizure of "swamp" hostages, Vile and inhuman "anti -Sirot law". And much more.

The current government, consisting entirely of thieves, non-teaching and enthusiastic lacquers, did not come up with anything better than rapidly turning into its own caricature, in the most distant way, taking away the daily bread from caricaturists and other satirists, forced to discouragedly turn into harsh protocolists. For example, the Ministry of Culture has already quite clearly transformed into the very "laundry" from the famous joke. And to such an extent that the joke has already ceased to be ridiculous, because the grotesque was replaced by a dull reality.

Invalids and pompous dumbasses are not only funny, but also dangerous. Especially if in their hands all our money, as well as clubs, judicial mantles and other "leverage".

But first of all, they are funny. And we must constantly remember this if we want to preserve the coordinate system that is characteristic of us, if we are going to remain ourselves, and not those who see us or want to see “they”. Because only laughter and cold, dry contempt are able to overcome paralyzing fear and no less paralyzing apathy.

Just laugh. Just think, speak, listen, watch and tirelessly catch this shameful Shusher on stupidity, meanness and lies, no matter how it seemed meaningless, unproductive and, frankly, unsafe. Thought is not meaningless.

And do not help them.

And those disgraced NPOs that refuse to hung the yellow star of the "foreign agent" themselves, do absolutely correctly. The terrible but instructive experience of the European history of the first half of the 20th century taught all those who can learn that at least one should not help the cannibals of all colors and shades in the “solutions” of their “issues” with their own hands. Especially when it comes to "final decisions".

As usual, this year endowed us with linguistic novelties, for which we, as objective and grateful people, should say thanks. In addition to remembering everyone, gnawed to the very sawdust of the "stuffed Jew", there is also something else. For example, it is not known from which Sora grew up, some kind of "spiritual scrapers". For example, these scrapers immediately reunited with the famous Blok line, as a result of which something arose that could well have a sampling on the motive of the chorus of three times a flipped Stalinist anthem:

*Scrapers spiritual, uterine gases,

Tsar, yes Siberia, yes Yermak, yes prison.*

And after a few literally days from the same sovereign lips sounded a visual model of one of these "bonds". Spiritual, of course, what else. For it was said: "There will be no beggar." It is not for nothing that my friend, who heard about "spiritual scrapers", gloomily suggested: "Is this about handcuffs, or what?"

Well, and about the notorious end of the world cannot be mentioned.

It seems to me that everyday private and social life against the backdrop of endless jokes-converts about the end of the world still looks somewhat different than without it. That is, this end of the world, no matter how frolic on this occasion, still proceeds into the subconscious and gradually dictates special forms of behavior. And people sometimes begin to do thoughtless acts - noble or vile - as if referring that there is still no future, and therefore there will be no consequences.

It seems to me that the recent Duma madness is somehow unconsciously connected with the end of the world. Like, oh, disappear my cart, committing me at the end of some special meanness so that the soul is fun. And there, let the light end. And the grass is not to grow, and the water is not Leasy.

However, there will be no end of the world in the near future. For some reason I know that for sure. Therefore, you have to live on. Yes, these days, despair is easier than vigor and hope. Yes, active vigor and hope in our days are given with unthinkable labor. But all the more important and pressing.

We will not regret efforts and we will not forget that efforts are always rewarded. There will be no end of the world, because everything is just beginning. Both good and bad. Both cheerful and terrible. Everyone. All that is called life. We will live. There will be no beggars, but it is not needed. I need freedom, and it will be.

We have to do a lot and think a lot. Because this year was not only born ahead of schedule, but, it seems to me, it will not end on the night from thirty -first to the first. It will continue. Because a lot has not yet been completed in it, misunderstood, lacking, prematurely.