Change me, change!

He just walked secondly through the screens of our "boxes" halved by Volodarsky and Ursulyak Grossman. But even from a well -removed remnant one could understand what a terrible life the Soviet people had in the war, because they had to fight back on two fronts: from the Germans - and from their own NKVD, their own specialists, their own Stalin. Once again, it became clear that the name of Stalin was ashamed of the dog’s booth, not like a whole city.

And it is worth asking the question: was the commissar Krymov who was obliged to remain true to this monstrous regime or had the right to change him like Vlasov?

The Moscow stores received a textbook on this topic: the book of the Cuts Kalili "Time to betray" (Publishing House " Reed Media ", 2013). This is the first attempt to see Iran cursed by the world and its unfortunate population "from the inside", the eyes of his educated, rich, intelligent citizen, fiery patriot and CIA agent.

We see the Shakhsky Iran completely unfamiliar to us: with its rich Persian culture, with women in fashionable toilets, in mini-skirts, with fashionable hairstyles. Skadra and hijab - only for the old women, and for the poor old women. Our cut (of course, this is a pseudonym) came from a completely secular family. His father and mother were rather agnostics, and his grandfather was an atheist, a sage, non -conformist. Reza studied in the USA, watched Western films, read Western classics. And his profession was the western: computers. We see three friends, three musketeers: Nasser, Reza and Kazema, the poorest of all.

We see a color, multifaceted, split Iran, open to the West, without an iron curtain, all in restaurants, boutiques, high -rise buildings. True, there was no freedom, instead of freedom there was a guard (Savak). But, having taken away political freedom, the Shah did not intervene either in the economic or personal life of his subjects. The enlightened cosmopolitan Iran laughed at the ignorance and fanaticism of the mullah, in which he saw Arab fanatics. Only this Iran in the struggle for freedom did not take care to remove the Islamic fanatics and their poor electorate from this struggle.

And suddenly - a revolution. Three friends longed for freedom. They believed in Khomeini, who was returning from the western exile, who promised different rights, freedoms and liberties. Reza enters the Corps of Guardians of the Islamic Revolution (Xirir).

But false promises quickly ended, and theocracy of ignorant fanatics, evil and aggressive began. I had to see a lot to the naive Reza. Naked, gray, dry Tehran, from which all European civilization fell, returning to the rites and traditions of the Middle Ages. Reza saw the terrible prison "Evin", where he turned gray from torture and was shot by his friend Nasser, trying to fight the regime in the ranks of the Iranian Mujahideen. Reza saw how the sixteen -year -old girls, before that raped, were led to the execution of, so as not to let them go to heaven as virgins. The parvans, Naser's sister, and his younger brother Sahel were shot with them after torture. Members of the family of the traitor of the homeland. Chsir. Nobody is obliged to keep loyalty to such a homeland, it must be fought for and for it. And the cut becomes Wally, the eyes and ears of the CIA in Iran. Yes, he takes money, but does not spend a cent. This is the provision of his family in case of his death - he is not a mercenary, he is an underground. Every day he risks his life, his own and his family, he carries poison with him, so as not to fall alive into the hands of enemies.

When the cut is present at the execution for the adultery of the young woman, who is buried on the shoulders in the ground and beat with stones, he almost gives himself out and realizes that Kazema knew a lot about him. But Kazema is killed. Life cuts in the balance. Minutes before the failure are numbered. It’s good that his family is already in England and that he himself manages to get there.

We now know, at the cost of what violence of the Committee (morals) drove the women of Iran into the hijab.

So can the cutter be considered a traitor? Mother and wife saw betrayal in his work in the CSR. The status of a "spy" where more arranged them. Reza himself called himself for the first time only when he saw that the United States did not use his precious information for an uncompromising struggle against the regime, with Khomeini, with obscurantism, that they would politically and hesitate. And Iran is waiting. Enlightened, rich and pro -Western Iran, former Persia. They have not yet forgotten how they lived with Shah, and they also visited Europe and the USA. They are waiting for American aircraft and marine infantrymen to disrupt hijabs and ostentatious piety. They are waiting for getting rid of fear.

As luck would have it, the preface to the book was allowed to write to Mikhail Leontyev, a “fan” from the worship of the mountain, and he wrote openly that he hopes for the exposure to the Iranian special services of the “traitor”. However, in his eyes is a traitor everyone who revealed the truth to the world.

Poklonnaya Mountain and other Putinlassers, the "six -day Stalingraders", eager to return to the past in the rim of the damned name for all 365 days, prove that Iran is not alone in their desire in the Middle Ages. Russia is partly the same Iran - with his colonel in the Kremlin and the political officers in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior.

So who is our traitor? Henry Belle, who changed Hitler and surrendered to the Americans? Vil Mirzayanov, a chemical scientist who went to prison for telling the world how Russia is developing forbidden chemical weapons?

Glory to those who, with their treason, brought the collapse of the USSR at least for a day. Glory to Oleg Gordievsky, Victor Suvorov, forest brothers from the Baltic countries, OUN and UPA, who fought with the Soviet government until the 60s of the last century. Glory to Valery Sablin, who raised a military rebellion against the Soviet system and Soviet lies.

There are homelands to whom an honest person is obliged to change. If now the new Victor Strum invents a new theory and new weapons, then I recommend that he carry all this not to the Lubyanka, but to the Langley. Russia itself would tell him if it could: "Change me, change!".