To the city and the world

The next Saturday, the " march march " will take place in the center of Moscow. And I will come to him.

I understand the skepticism of those who talk about the exhaustion of this genre and its not too, to put it mildly, high political efficiency; Those who seem humiliating to walk along the route permitted on top and actually under the escort. I understand and partially share. But let's confess to each other and ourselves that today we are not so much that the number can go into quality. It is sad and insulting. But this is so.

Therefore, I will come. I will come to make sure that we are still not as few as it might seem from the outside with my own eyes. That there are not so few people who have immunity against total zombies, people who are not susceptible to mass hypnosis, people who cannot come to terms with offensive, impudent and cynical lies coming from state media or, especially from the lips of the first persons, people who have not learned to distinguish fascism from will to freedom.

Why "for peace"? It seems to me it is clear why. Because because of someone's capricious ambitions, because of someone's indefinite teenage complexes, because of someone’s “geopolitical” nonsense and intrusive great-power hallucinations, the country and the world can be drawn into the war. This is a very real threat, the possibility and danger of which is better to exaggerate than to understand.

By the way, it is interesting, how radically, the old Soviet poster-propaganda cliches are radically transcoded and gaining a new and fresh meaning. How different are different “world”, “For peace around the world” or “The world will defeat the war”.

During my early childhood, in different "crocodiles" or just newspapers, pictures on anti -war topics were often published. About the fact that progressive humanity, led by the great USSR, wants peace, and the world of capital, on the contrary, wants war and "blows" all the time.

In these pictures, it was often portrayed how evil policeman dogs fiercely dispersed the demonstrations of workers and progressive students with homemade posters, on which Picasseal pigeons and inscriptions (in Russian, for some reason) “Mir” flaunted.

Today they seem relevant and they. And, it seems, it’s just right to sing with a gambling choir and without any ironic distance: "Children of different nations, we live about the world."

It seems to me that "for the world" is the right slogan. Because the threat of the real - not metaphorical, not informational, not ideological, not virtual, but the real war with real blood and crippled human destinies is quite real today.

It seems to me that all responsible and free citizens need to take the streets of their hometown if possible, in order to be heard as much as possible to state the complete insanity of the authorities: enough to escalate hatred and intolerance, enough to brazenly and cynically violate international treaties, rules and laws, as well as the laws of their own country, is enough to constantly and prohibitively, stop consciously and debug the souls of our fellow members. Angry of the modern civilized world, turning us all into hostages, and our country into a world scarecrow and laughingshop. This is our country, and all this applies to each of us, including those who hope to sit aside.

In order for all this to be good and far heard, we should not just be a lot, but a lot.

Of course, I am not so beautiful that I hope that our voice will be heard by power. This is, so to speak, the maximum program.

But there is also a minimum program that is no less expensive to me, and most importantly, quite feasible.

Firstly, you just need to show everyone who is able to see this, including our many Ukrainian friends, what we are and that our society is still not as total as it may seem, struck by shameful unanimity. It is necessary to show this to each other.

Nowadays, when it is especially easy to fall into despair and numbness, for each of us, it is impudently necessary to clearly make sure that he is not left alone with his basic values, with his picture of the world, with his ideas about the norm and pathology, with his pitch impotent shame.

Well, if there are many of us. But even if not many, we still have it.

See you, my dear ones.