What are we fighting for?

It is nice to reappear on federal television - at least in the form of photography and quotes, with meat torn from context.

On Sunday, Dmitry Kiselev tried for me.

The titer was in full screen: "Shenderovich VS Vera Inber."

It turns out that I actually proposed to hand over Leningrad to the Nazis, giving 300 thousand Leningrad Jews to the destruction. "What would Schenderovich answer Vera Inber to the proposal to pass Leningrad?" -sarcastically asked Mr. Kiselev.

Vera Inber should not get out of the coffin to comment on the nonsense of the blue mare. And the entire nine-minute monologue of Mr. Kiselev about the conflict with the rain survey, and the episode associated with me were, as usual, this Mr., a continuous series of sublogging and vulgarity.

And Dostoevsky did not sew the tail of the mare there, and of course I did not propose to hand over Leningrad to the Nazis, but only insisted on our right to discuss the taboo topic, weigh the arguments, recognize the bitter truth instead of a golmo officialdom ...

For example, our right - at least after seventy years - to find out the truth about the party’s betrayal of the people, about the complete failure of the evacuation, about the lies that preceded horror, about Soviet priorities - to evacuate to the east of machines and equipment, leaving three million people in the doomed city ...

Leningraders - Jews and non -Jews - gave Stalin and Stalinist bonzes to painful destruction. Vera Inber was silent about this (Trotsky’s cousin was generally healthier to love Stalin) - others were not silent, and in the most besieged Leningrad. A good leadership of the NKVD in the midst of deadly hunger only managed to arrest people brought to a desperate truth ...

The biblical horror of the blockade incorporated both the greatest ups of the spirit and its monstrous falls, up to cannibalism. All this sometimes fit in the space of one apartment.

And all, of course, was then rolled up to the official marble of a great feat.

“We are afraid to look into our past,” Mr. Kiselev quoted me and objected with dull inspiration of the propagandist: no, we are not afraid of him, we love our past, it gives us strength!

Mr. Kiselev does not even suspect how much truth is in his official words.

The flesh from the flesh of the Obkom breed, the current federal well done draw the forces in this contempt for human life, in this insolent demagogy and impunity. And after seventy years they defend - not blockade and memory of their feat, but his hereditary nomenclature right not to be responsible for crimes and errors.

His right to be fat in the middle of trouble and, fat, teach us to patriotism.


Photo by ITAR-TASS/ Alexandra Krasnov