Skeptics will be shameful

The appointment of the ex-Prime Minister of the Bolshoi Theater of Russia by the rector of the St. Petersburg Academy of the Russian Ballet named after Vaganova was, of course, the most resonant plot of the cultural agenda of the past week. Why - it is clear: information networks have not brought the plot for a long time more than named Hyipogenic. The blogosphere exploded by the indignation, the split in the ballet-racks, the discussion of the current situation in the prime time of the first channel, the solo variation of Ksenia Anatolyevna Sobchak, not without excessive directness indicated that Ciscaridze was appointed thanks to the protection and intercession of Katerina Cheyzova, and, as a result, thirty-two fuets Discussions about the hypothetical corruption component of the "case of Tsiscaridze." All this esid jazz-against the backdrop of the ongoing blah blah blah about everything and nothing: about the eternal antagonism of the St. Petersburg and Moscow ballet schools, about how Vaganovka in the conditions of the globalization imposed on the globalization, that teachers who disagree with the raider seizure are massively writing about the care of care, about how Rector Tsiscaridze and Khudruk Lopatkina will get along with each other (well, it is not unclear in one cart), about whether Valery Gergiev played his role in the appointment of Tsiscaridze and will still unite the Arb and Mariinka to the National Center for Arts, and other and other.

In the heat of the emotional fever, meanwhile, it was somehow forgotten that the plot with the long-awaited satisfaction of power ambitions Nikolai Maksimovich Tsiscaridze in reality has the opposite, much more substantial side.

It is well known that the newly -made rector of the Arb has an impressive gift of suggestion - that the current owners of large and small domestic musical theaters are all as one Christmas -seller, Tsiscaridze at one time convinced not only Tinatin Giviev Kandelaki, but even a significant part of the Russian (near) cultural community. Many of his completely thoughtful representatives are still convinced that there is a conspiracy with respect to Tsiscaridze, setting the goal of denigrating his good name and not allowing a talented dancer to realize his unique management potential. Almost after each of the many spectacular anthrash Nikolai Maksimovich - criticism of the artistic policy of the former leadership of Gabt sophisticatedly alternating with direct accusations of waste and other sins - thought in the air: what if the conspiracy is really a conspiracy? What if they really looked at a big managerial talent? What if it is not only a blindly unquenchable desire to reign and possess everyone?

Million of torment provoked by this thoughtfulness, only aggravated, only aggravated the already difficult situation in which the domestic ballet was by the beginning of the tenths.

And finally, a ray of light in the dark kingdom - and where! The infuriated printer of the Ministry of Culture for once gave out not just something fundamentally more advanced than the usual one already “eat these soft French rolls and drink tea”-Minister Medinsky, if you think about it, made a multi-button worthy of Suvorov, which you can’t refuse to either wit or strategic foresight. The ministerial initiative is indisputable: any result of the accession of Mr. Tsiscaridze on the Street of the Architect of Russia will benefit the tired scandals of the Frustrated Ballet Department, and the cultural sector in general.

Tsiscaridze was so persistently and passionately rushed to power, so long lusted for the administrative resource that the only, in essence, the ability to somehow screw this, which was not moderately smoked, the immediate and complete satisfaction of all ambitions of the ex-ethtuals remained. In principle, probably it was worth taking a bold step even earlier and entertain Tsiscaridze by the artistic leadership of the Bolshoi ballet troupe. The power that has not been such a risky act can be understood: even after all the recent stresses of the Gabt is still (let and rather formally) is listed as the main theater of the country, in the recent past-the cultural facade of the superpower, to this day, located exactly opposite the Kremlin, and there was no unambiguous confidence that the reign of the rebellious premiere will be smooth and without consequences, there was no consequences, no consequences, no consequences, no consequences. And no one could have.

Instead, on the sidelines - it is not so important with whose filing - with an unhealthy grace, they played a cleverly invented party with reference to the ARB. And this, of course, is the link. It is easy to notice that Nikolai Maksimovich is entrusted to the leadership not a theater, not a public institution, the activity of which will always be in sight, but by an educational institution, and completely special-not very closely related to everyday reality, or, in other words, frankly regime, like, behind the thick walls of which can happen anything without any flaws. Giving a vaganovka at the mercy of Tsiscaridze, the authorities sends a lifted fighter for justice (option: a fed soldier with a limited set of a reprise) to hell, away from Moscow, from sight - to the wilderness, to Petersburg, to the arruer of the domestic cultural scene (it is interesting that the purpose of Tsiscaridze gives the true attitude of today's federals to the northern capital as the perfect capital. Marginalia, provinces where nothing really important happens on the country's scale).

... So the picture is seen from the life of the highest cultural corridors: soft, muffled light, furniture from the Karelian birch, two are talking about tea with milk and honey. One is the owner of an impressive velvet baritone, the other is exhausted by information wars, offended by a violation of the presumption of innocence and humiliated by the exile from the house of the house. The first is exhorting the second: why do you need this Moscow with its bustle and ingratitude-it’s better to go to St. Petersburg. The window to Europe, the cultural capital, where they still remember how inspired you danced in 2005 the benefit at the Mariinsky festival. Well, you're not tired of the Moscow Klaki, you really don’t want to relax from the nouveau riche requireing bread and spectacles - at your age you should think not about the momentary, but about the eternal. You will go so a noble mission of concern for the younger generation! Well, place, place - Rossi Street, the best street in the world, and Lomonosov Square, the best area in the world, for nothing that is called the ballet "cheesecake" ...

Tsiscaridze will fail - all the better: it never occurred to anyone else to bear the nonsense that the cultural steering wheel is worth unknown who, and the real talents (those that are talented in everything, for no matter what they take up) are kept on the bench. The Operation "Rector" will end with success - it is also not so bad: in the circumstances of the personnel hunger in the cultural sector, every successful gold manager. No matter how ultimately the map decides, the Ministry of Culture will not remain - skeptics will be shaved with decisively any outcome.