West and nostalgia

With the light hand of Boris Berezovsky-because of his last smuggling interview, the Forbes correspondent -two topics were again fashionable in the Russian blogosphere: the disappointment of the Western man in the West, when he settles in this West for a long time and nostalgia. It is characteristic that in this interview Berezovsky completely coincides with the Soviet image of a textbook and ungrateful emigrant, who continuously pours tears about his beautiful and unique Russia, dreaming of returning as only happiness, and scolds the vile West, which bewitched, entertained, entertained and destroyed - all by his sense.

This is all, of course, garbage. The garbage is quite propaganda, similar to an official order. Among the huge number of emigrants in America, I practically did not meet people who dream of returning to Russia, talking about Russia not only enthusiastic, but in general positively. The vile Rashka, tells himself and others, the emigrant tells himself, since only in this way he can establish himself in the correctness of his difficult and often incorrect decision: to leave the country in which he was born. And if nostalgia, if it occurs , is only as an option of the very clinical depression (which Berezovsky supposedly fell into, losing London Abramovich in the high court), when a person becomes so bad that he stops living on Kuturons and descends from cardboard (boat?) Heaven to sinful earth. The fact that the Western land is quite a sinful (if you use this one is not quite a characteristic and accurate epithet), any nonsense is quickly convinced of his own experience.

The fact that the West is far from the sparkling Christmas toy that shines us from bright children's dreams, I already wrote in a series of essays on “HP” about America. In order not to repeat myself, I will add that the case is still in the so -called description language , in how much we will accept the high style , otherwise called pathos . What, what? - The incredulous Russian reader will ask, who believes that we should talk about freedom of speech, democratic institutions, courts, independent media and other attributes of the so -called West, which are in this very West, and in Russia there are strikingly absent. Here, they say, and all the differences. Nothing of the kind.

It’s not about the essence of the matter, which is much more vague than it seems and wants a Westernik in the West, but about the language of description. That is, all the above institutions in the West, of course, are, and their presence, especially at first, seems to be overwhelming the Russian West in the West, especially in comparison with Russia, where these institutions are illusory, manipulative, that is, they are present only with luxurious facades, behind which are void and deception.

But the fact of the matter is that over time and gaining experience, unless, of course, both the first and second is reinforced by reflection, without which it is generally impossible to realize anything, the vaunted Western institutions also discover, albeit not the same as in Russia, but still dependence on both the wallet and the position in society, which at least disappoints. Yes, again, when compared with Russia, then all these institutions seem to work here. But when compared with the “ideal West”, which lives in the brain of a Russian person from birth, such as a bump of wisdom, it turns out that the institutions are shit, and they work completely differently from what they want. Not everyone, as Berezovsky, had to verify this on their own experience, but here in the same way a large career is made almost exclusively by patronage: the offspring of rich and influential people, of which the elite consists, they climb the stairs not thanks to their own brilliant talents, but in many ways thanks to family ties. Well, and so on.

However, I will return to the already declared topic: one of the main disappointments for the Russian Western man in the West is the so -called description language. What is accepted in the form of good manners in the West is practically prohibited in Russia. It is considered indecent to say high calm; It is impossible to praise into the eyes of the interlocutor, friend or himself, even members of the “Party of Crooks and Thieves”, explaining in love for Putin, the first, the only and uterine, do not dare to rise to that level of pathos representation, which in the same America is not just everyday life, but the only legal version of politeness and courtesy. Compared to routine American communication, the style of Russian mockery and cynicism is rudeness and rudeness, which they are very often. However, not always: our fear of pathos, our rejection of a high style, complimentary exaggeration, characteristic, including for completely educated and intelligent people, and there is the main difference between a Russian person and a person, say, American. The difference in language, in linguistic constructions, in stable expressions, is the very procedure that is the essence of things in the West and which is total in Russia. Plus, compliance with the distance, also one of the obligatory rules of good tone.

Whether this was driving Berezovsky or simply the nature of his nervous system turned out to be incompatible with the Western regulations, extinguishing passions as bursts of unacceptable and rough reality, which a person should refuse in the name of decency - but Berezovsky, oddly enough, turned out to be too tender and sincere for the Western world. He sprayed saliva, spoke hastily, imposed his opinion, did not really know how to be hypocritical (that is, he knew how to, but in Russian, not a western way)-and naturally, he did not achieve anything in the West. He lived in London, but exclusively by Russian interests, generously spent what he accumulated (albeit not quite righteous works) in Russia; It did not take place in the West, as a result, having suffered a crushing defeat there. As, in general, the majority of Russians who are moving from stinking and hated Russia, for which, for which it seems that neither the law has been written, nor courteous relations within the hostel are not provided - in the world of a chic Western fairy tale, which destroyed more than one thousand capable and smart Russian people.

To the West, gastronomes, Sibarites, beautiful and narcissistic blavans should go to the West, who never get to the depths of society and their own nature and, therefore, will not be disappointed in either themselves or in the surrounding world. Which will never exclaim: and I also have a claim that I am not a carpet, not hydrangea! That is, the boundaries of the permitted and decent will not cross, but will be able to swim in the wave of public opinion, considering it the only reality. Which, of course, is not so.