Speech and punishment

The expulsion from the Prochrevsky Channel of the Rontwood Channel of his former editor Anton Krasovsky and the deprivation of the title of People's Writer Azerbaijan Akram Ailisli occurred in different countries, but in the same space, where the word spoken or written can still be perceived as the act subject to the punishment, where not so much information is important as its interpretation. In a world where, despite all the technological revolutions, tablets and broadband Internet, the poet is still much more than a poet, and an official is still much more important than an official.

If such an average official has to ask what such sins Krasovsky and Ailisli are punished for, he will give you an exhaustive response from three words - "because P*Darasa." And the point here is not a sexual orientation, although Krasovsky, it would seem, suffered precisely because of her. In the post -Soviet political terminology, P*Dorara is not the one who sleeps with men - the “right” official can even arrange a harem from the young man, what to talk about, all of his own - and the one who does not comply with the rules of the game, which we can do and say anything, but “with this”, those whom we are robbing in our countries and make fun of them in our countries Our dachas - not supposed to know and understand anything, let them hill for themselves.

This is the essence of irritation. Is it a secret that gays are in all layers of Russian - like any other, however, society: from the power elite to the machine -building factory or the former state farm far from Moscow? Of course not - everyone knows this. Another question is how to relate to this. But the stained, ruined country, corrupting its citizens with a false propaganda, unscrupulous power wants to pretend to be God -fearing, highly moral, sobbing at the relics and baptized at the church. And if this authorities decided to create another propaganda shiper for himself - this time ultra -modern, super -coherent, led by a writer who was specifically appointed fashionable for the implementation of such special surveys - then in such an institution, of course, the angels should work with a characteristic of the spirit of true Aryans from the “seventeen moments of spring” - an excellent family, in evaporating ties, not in evaporating ties. Noticed. And if noticed, then why tell about this to those for whom this information is not intended? I did not understand - went out.

With Ailishi, about the same situation. He is reproached with the fact that in his novel "Stone Dreams" he sang Azerbaijanis and exalted Armenians. But information about the Azerbaijani-Armenian conflict-and Tom Nightmare, who accompanied this conflict and made the life and terrible death of many innocent people-Armenians and Azerbaijanis-is not a secret for anyone. The very attempt to try to comprehend this tragedy - and the role of its own people in it - already deserves respect, even if, as a result, it turns out to be unsuccessful and not accepted by the reader. But the Azerbaijani authorities are not interested in luck or failures of Ailisli, the most important thing for her is that no understanding happens. Rather, that she herself, and not some writer there, even if three times, establish the boundaries of this understanding, which will always correspond to her momentary goals. The independent understanding of the suckers of any events that took place or will occur - the end for any post -Soviet power. Did Ailisy understand this when he wrote his book? Did Krasovsky not realize the consequences when he made his recognition?

I think that's not the point. Both Ailisli and Krasovsky are not professional dissidents, both of them are people systems. Ailisley perfectly knew how to write to be a classic, a beloved reader and a vibrant power. Krasovsky worked on the right television channel and in the right headquarters. But talent is a disgusting thing that sometimes makes you act contrary to your own understanding of the moment. It is much easier to serve evil when you are mediocre. When you are just a boring official who ensures the correct work of the television channel entrusted to you or writing a graphomanian nonsense about exploits and achievements. But if you are talented, if you feel the beating of life, then you begin to write your novel, not wanting to wound anyone, but you get a “doctor of Zhivago” or, in the end, “stone dreams” - each has its own block. If you are really a journalist and you have an ordinary self-esteem, then sooner or later something does not work as it should and you cry, reporting tanks on the streets of Vilnius, or simply say that gays are the same people as God-fearing, everyone has their own revelation. Well, what to do? The world cannot - all - consist of obedient insignifications licking the hand of a self -propelled rogue who imagined himself the master of our fate. The world, as a rule, consists for the most part of reasonable, decent and honest people - just many of them have their eyes habitually closed and ears are shut up. That is why those who are still hosting this world are still afraid of cure for blindness.