
“And then the bridge to the island of Russian. They came up with! ”, The author of this letter is ironic. If I had lived in Russia now, then, without delaying a minute, I would have created a party "for the return of Jews to Russia." So he would call the party: "For the return of the Jews to Russia." It’s not very late ... This would be in order to participate in a conversation about the “people who have come” - who do not accept, whom to accept, whom to survive, whom to detain in all possible ways. So, Jews - to welcome, welcome and welcome again, and send Russian Jewesses, at least the most patients, to send for forced treatment. With such a program, my Russian party would be. Mine, under my leadership. It is clear that world Jewry would not give me a penny, but some smart Russians with money, I think, would have been found. I would have a party’s money from them ... In my agitation and propaganda work, I would use, among other materials, the glorious name of Kuprin-how he was upset when the young Russian poet and publicist, Odessa Vladimir Zhabotinsky went to Jewry, stopped writing in Russian. After drinking, Alexander Ivanovich, they say, fell into rabies and shouted to his Jewish friends: “I will never forgive you, mother-to-make, that such a talent has taken such talent from Russian literature!” I must say that not all of his drinking companions had a concept, about whom he screams, but they prudently admitted his guilt, since Alexander Ivanovich’s fists were large and then still strong.
The next letter: “In some program, you had a letter about the retired warrant officer. From a humiliating life in Moscow, he moved to the village and is engaged in farming there. This is an increasingly common phenomenon, even there is a fashionable name: downshift. More and more residents of large cities are by no means, and not only in Russia, they abandon not only the places of guards, but also much more prestigious work or even close the prosperous business and move to the village, some to Thailand or Goa. Who lives from rent, some from the sold city apartment, who is engaged in surfing, who is the breeding of cattle ... After all, the line between the village and the city is erased. Take the village where I was last summer: there is gas, there is electricity, there is an Internet, there are basic foods in a rural shop. For a major purchase, you have to go to the district center, it is twenty to thirty minutes in your car or on a minibus. And Muscovites stand for hours in traffic jams or suffocate in a crowded metro. For a person who does not live with showers and glamor, who does not want to drink coffee for five dollars per cup in the capital's cafe and having the opportunity to work at home on a computer (and there are more and more) or for a happy owner of urban real estate, which can be handed over or sold, downshift is a really profitable and sound alternative. Finally, it should be borne in mind that higher salaries in the capitals are eaten by a more expensive life. This is direct expenses - on housing, and indirect - there provokes meaningless expenses on branded clothes, cosmetics, and parties. Therefore, I decided to run from the hustle and bustle, somewhere where you can go all year round in slippers and tenniska for the dollar, as in Thailand, or in rubber boots and boots, as in our village, breathing fresh air and there are natural products. ” At the end of this letter, the author discusses how best to translate the English car word “downshifting” into Russian - a transition to a reduced gear. Reduced, reference, departure (Tolstoy's departure), refusal - good words, but he suggests, in my opinion, an absolutely wonderful word: “tump”. Here he is a talented person, the author of the letter that you just listened to. Yes, jump. He jumped off, jumped, seized, without waiting for a stop stopping or moving from the rails, or collapse to the abyss. You see, I quietly lost myself on the language of catastrophists, which I do not belong to myself: a very boring and mild tribe, and breaks into the open gate. After all, it is said about the end of the world and the second coming.
The next letter: “Listening to the next letter, I always try to guess your reaction. It doesn’t work often, but I agree with you almost always. However, this upset. You said this: “Honestly, it is not what surprises me, nothing is just amazing, but the pure Russian concern is amused by the racial composition of Europe. The Russian experience that in Europe there is no longer the same racial purity. Then their hearts were sick only for Honduras, and now - for the crowd in the Champs Elysees - how many are not quite white faces in it. Such is worldwide responsiveness and concern of the Russian soul ... "Listen, Mil-human, well, what did these mosques in Switzerland give you?!" Having given this place from the previous program, Vladimir Mikhailovich writes: “Let me, but following this logic, could be asked: that Anatoly Ivanovich Street was so given orders in the United States or the Russian fleet in Sevastopol, or double standards in Russia, or a huge mass of other large and small problems in the world in general and in the post -Soviet space in particular. But no reasonable person will say that. Therefore, dear Anatoly Ivanovich, it would not be worth ironing over this “responsiveness and concern”, which, incidentally, is not only a Russian soul. Who argues, - continues Mr. Pali, - sometimes "responsiveness and concern" can take grotesque forms. Now I recalled the poem by Oleg Shystinsky (it was called, it seems, “we are the Communists”). I quote the ending from memory:
And we go out early at dawn.
And we walk in dusty boots.
For everything in the answer, we are in this world,
And if there are still worlds - in the answer
We are for the fact that there, in other worlds!
What? Where is Honduras. In other worlds - and no less! Nevertheless, in my opinion, not all concern of the racial composition of society can and should be reduced to racism. Political correctness is the god of current democracy. Yes, no matter how it turned out on the proverb: "Make a fool to pray to God, he will break his forehead." With the best wishes, Vladimir Pali. ”
Thank you for the letter, Vladimir Mikhailovich! Russian concern not with something, but by the racial composition of Europe, I called the pure to emphasize its difference from other, ordinary, Russian concern. I hoped that I would understand correctly, especially by former Soviet people, they know themselves: to scrape almost any of them-and you will find a racist, and you don’t need to scrap deeply. One Austrian Slavist told me how her Moscow friends, such intellectuals, democrats and liberals that were there, spoke about their meeting with the Americans in Moscow: "True, what kind of Americans are blacks." She did not answer them, did not even report that her white daughter was in a happy marriage with an African American, and that she adores her black grandchildren. The poem of Swesssky, given in this letter, is the imitation of Pavel Kogan, the Komsomol poet of the thirties, died in the war. He has poetry that competent youth read with rapture until the sixties, including I, very beautiful, romantic, courageously, in Kiplinovsky sounded: "And we will still reach the Ganges, and we will die in battles so that my homeland shines from Japan to England!" By the way, to Vladimir Mikhailovich, Mikhail Svetlov was also remembered, she was also sung with rapture. “Yes, and how it was not to be imbued with a hot sympathy for the lad,” he writes, “who left the hut, went to fight to give the land in Grenada to the peasants. And only much later did a bitter realization come that just a couple of years after writing these lines was not somewhere in Grenada, and in the homeland of the same lad, the peasants were taken away from the peasants, and many of them were condemned to death death. ” Thanks again for the letter, Vladimir Mikhailovich! And if they hadn’t taken it away, the earth had not been arranged for a single hunger, we would have believed for quite some time that it was necessary-that the Ukrainian guy went to fight to give the land to the peasants in Grenada ... In the Kogan poem, we just captivated the rhyme: Ganges-England, Ang-Ang. He, the poor, probably wanted to reach the sake of this rhyme. Or in the reverse order: at first he mentally attached England to Russia, and therefore already - for rhyme - decided to wave the campaign to the Ganges. Poetic inspiration does not know, I will keep what it is said: a language without bones.
The next letter: “I learned about some - probably not all - the assets of the late oligarch Berezovsky. To my shame, only now it dawned on me what assets mean. What prevented you from looking at the dictionary before, since there is not enough education? Ladom Mother. The asset is the property that can be sold, more precisely - the market value of this property, all kinds of material values, the plant with all its giblets, the estate, the apartment, bank deposits. These are all assets. And now I think for many hours. In March, Berezovsky hanged himself in one of his apartments in London. He was sixty -seven years old. The question torments me. Why did he have so much good? Villas, castles, apartments almost around the world ... You say: you put money so that they would not disappear in banks, it was a way of saving and accumulation, since real estate prices are constantly growing. But why did he get so much money? Why couldn't you stop? And he is not the only one. There are hundreds in Russia. Those that are somewhat poorer, thousands, of which the state Duma, the government. Thousands of superlliners, dollar. Why, Anatoly Ivanovich? ”Writes Mrs. Galtseva. Berezovsky was given power, he could influence state affairs. To influence-it is not necessary to bribe someone, the Word of the rich has weight already because it is rich, although, of course, he gave bribes to the right and left, he himself said that he did not meet a man who would not take a million. But the moment came when the money stopped giving him power. And he did not need them, life itself did not need! It is said that there is only one strength for the power of money: blood. Blood is an extreme expression of gross coercion. Money is powerless only in front of the barrel, not always, but only in front of it. Putin contrasted the prison with Berezovsky’s money ... They are afraid of this, all the rich in Russia are terribly afraid of this from top to bottom, but on top - especially, and he, of course, is the first. I can’t imagine how they sleep. They know that when a crowd of a million people will go to Red Square, then all the trunks will be protected not by them, but by this crowd from them, and they will be behind bars, and all their billions will not help them. Money is defeated only by cow. Fire and sword. Pugachevshchina, as they say in Russia, and in Ukraine, in the eighteenth century there was Kolіvychychina, monstrous, truly meaningless and merciless, pogrom under the Orthodox banners, cut the Poles and Jews, burned their buildings.
Listen to a terrible letter about the troubles resembling Koliyvshchina - it is said: Koliyvshchina - high ranks in uniform in the west of Ukraine. Mr. Golovaty sent. I read: “They burned the jeep“ Suzuki Grand Vitar ”by the chief of staff of the Chop border detachment Viktor Potetenin. The former deputy of the regional Ministry of Internal Affairs Vladimir Petritskuyuk burned the brand new prestigious Volkswagen. They doused with gasoline and set fire to Toyota Avensis, the head of the city traffic police, Alexei Spivak. In Uzhgorod, they penetrated the court of the head of the department for the fight against the illegal trafficking of drugs by Vasily Schwardak and set fire to his jeep "Suzuki Grand Vitar". They burned the Jonda Pilot jeep of the head of the regional department for combating the organized crime of Nikolai Kulitka. The new Mercedes-Benz “Mercedes-Benz” of C-class burned down, owned by the prosecutor of the Khustsky district Ivan Kyle. On the day of the prosecutor’s office-December 1 last year, a luxurious newcomer “Mercedes-Benz” was burned in Mukachevo, who was registered with the mother of Ruslan Bilovar prosecutor. Hyundai was burned in Uzhondai ” Santa -Fe “Deputy Mayor Yuri Belyakova, this is an important person there: he heads the fraction of the Party of Regions and deals with international cooperation, industry, transport, communications and, by the way, law enforcement agencies. Not a single loud arson has yet been disclosed. They say that“ Fiery Avengers ”are acting in Transcarpathia. Ordinary people are not hiding gloat,” the letter says. As far as I understand, it is still unknown what the named faces and their comrades in arms are remembered: the Koliavshchina or some other historical events, but this is what is not in doubt, is that not one of them thinks today, in which the serious difficulty he has to renew the daily bread, and so well-burning objects.
“The Influenza will not unceasite from me,” the author of the next letter reports, “the second time I got sick, not even a week has passed, I had to get acquainted with zemstvo medicine, the picture is bright - thieves doctors are businesslike and inexpensive, manipulatory nurses are bazaarnoremal, who are not aggressively trusting medical prescriptions, businesslike, intravenously, they are badly prolonged. Good health to you, Anatoly Ivanovich. " In the letter as I read: not health, but healthy. The author, apparently, overheard this word in zemstvo medicine, which is very possible, and in this way reports this to me. “Thieves doctors” are, as I understand it, those who treat the blat, and not those that share their life between the zone and will.
I read the letter of Mr. Yampolsky: “Miracles, it turns out, does not happen, dear and not very gentlemen with the Radio“ Freedom ”! You climbed out of the skin to bring Russia. It would be a real miracle. It would show the great, universal power of propaganda. But you did not succeed, because such a thing can never work out. Russia, of course, collapses, but you have nothing to do with it. She collapses under the weight of her story. Putinism as a system is not able to ensure the development of the country, but it was able to and will be able to keep it from anarchy for some time, behind which a real dictatorship looms, and not a Putin game in dictatorial turquoilles. Putin did not succeed, because it never happened. Если бы на его месте был Явлинский, мы бы сегодня говорили, что у Явлинского не получилось, потому что не могло получиться никогда. Вот сейчас, на наших глазах, Путин открыто нарушает два десятка законов, касающихся пенсионной системы. He has no other way out. Другой выход - дать нам столько свободы, сколько Россия не выдержала бы. Недовольство его беззаконными мерами будет серьёзное, но он сможет его подавить силой, а также теми деньгами, которые отнимет у одних, чтобы отдать другим. А джинна свободы загнать обратно в бутылку он не смог бы. От демократии население пострадало бы намного больше. Что такое власть у народа, когда дела идут плохо, а разрыв между богатством и бедностью - самый большой в мире? Мы занялись бы выяснением отношений и совсем перестали бы работать. А работать надо, как никогда, много, и, что самое трудное и непривычгное, — больше головой, чем руками», — пишет господин Ямпольский. Умный человек, но, по-моему, слишком ожесточённый.
В советское время (под конец, перед Горбачевым) большие политические начальники любили наставлять нижчестоящих: «Не бойтесь людей!». Это был лозунг, причём, почти крамольный, потому что из него следовало, что начальство боится людей, и звучал он с трибун для сравнительно узкого круга. «Идите к людям, разговаривайте с людьми». Всё равно боялись, всё равно не шли, потому что — о чём разговаривать? Первый же вопрос от людей — о привилегиях. «Почему у вас есть всё, а у нас нет ничего?». И что на это ответишь? То же самое и сегодня. Путинизм не решается сказать людям правду. Страна до сих пор жила и продолжает жить не по труду. Зарабатывать на нефти, газе, металлах, лесе — на сырьевых товарах всё трудне даже при высоких ценах. Растёт себестоимость, а снижать не получается. Надо выпускать и продавать за границу множество полезных вещей, и таких добротных вещей, чтобы мир их покупал. Для этого надо переменить всю жизнь. Халява кончилась для всех. Но сказать это громко, ясно, совершенно откровенно, без мочала во рту, Кремль не может, потому что народная гуща сразу откликнется двумя вопросами. Первый: зачем крали и продолжаете красть? Второй: где вы были раньше? Почему врали нам все эти годы и ничего не делали в предвидении трудных времён? Почему не хозяйствовали хотя бы так, как в Польше, Чехии? Поэтому путинизму ничего не остаётся, как говорить четверть правды, тянуть резину, прижимать недовольство… Мы видим, что личные интересы всё-таки на первом месте. Конечно, Путин боится за Россию, но ещё больше — за себя, лично боится России, персонально. За Россию — что она окажется злее и глупее, чем думают демократы, и всё, по слову Ямпольского, чьё письмо я только что вам прочитал, разнесёт, ну, а за себя — что обозлённая Россия отправит его с его колективом на нары, а накраденное отберет в казну. Может, кого-то из них на какое-то время утешит следующее письмо:
«Интернет — очень полезная штука, она освежает если не голову, то память. Прочитала новыми глазами, что перед Февральской революцией, в январе Семнадцатого, в Петрограде было не только холодно, но и по-настоящему голодно. Трамваи ходили плохо, заводы стояли, в учреждениях ничего не делалось. Жизнь была пущена на самотёк. Не забудем, что шла война, это — с четырнадцатого года. Вот цифры. В армии семь миллионов. Миллион дезертиров. Два миллиона погибли на фронтах. Полтора миллиона призывников уклоняются от призыва на действительную службу. Да два миллиона находятся у немцев в плену. Царь по вечерам читает вслух в тёплом семейном кругу художественную литературу. Я, Анатолий Иванович, знаете, о чём подумала в связи со всем этим? О том, как далеко до революции в России сегодня. У неё огромный, фантастический запас прочности», — да, Маргарита, запас прочности вроде бы очевиден, но настроение у многих даже не политизированных людей такое, как будто весь запас вышел или вот-вот кончится. Это страшно важно. Хочется сказать: страшно интересно, но слово «интересно» выглядит легкомысленным, даже нравственно неуместным. Страна может споткнуться на пустом месте, если сравнивать с обстоятельствами кувырка столетней давности.