Eternal winter

In the phrase caught from the news feed, at first glance faceless and ascetic, - “The State Duma introduces constant winter time in Russia” - there is something bewitching. Something that forces you to turn on the imagination, it was already completely dared with powerful pressure of reality, which today all our imagination overtakes two circles at least.

Actually, all sorts of games over time have always been a prerogative of art. And “in search of lost time”, and “running of time”, and “noise of time”, and “stop, moment”, and much more. Only poets and musicians knew how to stop the time or to let him in.

But history works with the category of time. However, she, before becoming a science, was an art, led by a muse specially assigned to this matter. Then she still became a science. That is, for someone it became, but for someone it remained a set of myths and traditions.

Our national perception of history is subordinated to calendar cycles, which is characteristic mainly of peasant or, more than that, tribal consciousness. Every time it all starts again. And every time - forever.

Somewhere I once read that the inhabitants of one of the islands of the Pacific Ocean with increased emotionality are experiencing a change of time of day. They wake up in the morning with a sense of childhood happiness and boast of life violently until the moment when the sun begins to roll to sunset. Toward evening, they fall into collective despondency, and with the onset of darkness, bitter sobs come from each hut. So they rejoice in daily birth and grieve about daily dying.

It is still not entirely true here. But all the same, any season, especially the socio-political season, is perceived as eternal. Eternal autumn is replaced by eternal winter and vice versa, and the stunted ersatz is almost unattainable “eternal spring” from time to time the slush, influenza, although marked by rare sunny glimpses, “thawed”, which is then remembered for a long time, is recalled as “lost paradise”, as a “time of missed capabilities”, about a legendary “golden” century ". “Eh, there was time,” the old -timers grunt. “You, young, and not understand. With your clip consciousness.”

The popular unconsciousness consecrated by the glorious tradition of the ancestors is the background for our State Duma, for their tireless works and days, extremely favorable. That's who, in addition to the vindictive and harmful representatives of the fifth column, remembers that they recently with state delight, comparable only with the enthusiasm of a six -year -old child who let soap bubbles from the balcony, introduced no less constant summer time? As eternal as the winter. Yes, no one remembers a fig. And what is there to remember. Think. They introduced, then took out, then introduced again. And with the same degree of responsibility, which is described by the old cynical rack "our business does not give birth - put it, took out and run."

Or, as a more elegantly expressed Yuz Aleshkovsky in one of his brilliant styles:

"Dynasty Sun

Remove the dynasty.

And love remains forever. "

Oh, if really love ...