Gullible road

I noticed that the most unreasonable judgment, stupid curse receives weight from the magical influence of the printing house. The printed sheet is still a saint. We all think: how can it be stupid or unfair? After all, it is printed!

Pushkin wrote this 184 years ago, but it seems to be written yesterday. "We are in the information war!" - They say to themselves and each other the workers of the Kremlin agitprop and carry out of the screens and newspaper stripes of desperate nonsense, competing only in the infinity of lies. Where is the propaganda of Soviet times! Then Valentin Zorin’s talk show “Ninth Studio” by the factory of the International Information of the Central Committee of the CPSU Evgeny Zamyatin, and, opposite him, firming Vadim Zeladin, imposing and multi-wise, one heated, the other smeared it, both almost fell asleep from boredom. It was considered indecent to show temperament in such programs. There were not the slightest disagreement between them, except perhaps purely stylistic: one called the anti-Sovietism of the ruling circles of the United States cave, and the other gently clarified: not a cave, but directly zoological. That is, in the caves, people still live, albeit primitive, and overseas ruling circles are pure animals. But all this without emotions and pressure, sluggishly, without a light.

Now, too, all participants in the so -called discussions blow in one dud, but do it passionately, inspired, exuding poisonous saliva. Opponents in these spectacles are absent by definition, because the opponent is a national traitor, a fifth column, and what can the conversation be with the traitor? The prison is crying on it. The game goes into the same gate, or rather - they play gawing with themselves, and players do not even realize the insidiousness of this lesson. The ideas about the world around them are exactly the same as that of the wanderer of Feklushi from the "thunderstorm":

In the same earth sits on the throne of Saltan Turetsky waves, and in the other - the Saltan waves Persian; And they create a court, a sweet girl, all people need, and no matter what they judge, everything is wrong, and they cannot, dear, not a single thing to judge righteously, such a limit is laid for them. We have a righteous law, and they have, dear, unrighteous; That according to our law it turns out, but according to their everything is opposite.

"The limit is laid." Everything that comes from America is a vile intrigue, intrigues and conspiracy against Russia. They have no other worries. They sleep and see how to conquer us, dismember and enslave. For the sake of this cherished goal, they will not stop at anything. EURODOD, of course, is in America in servants. And only ordinary Europeans languish under this double yoke, with a timid hope, turning eyes to their savior in the East. Only there was real faith, spiritual scrapers, moral values. Therefore, the servants of the Antichrist are angry, writhe in powerless attempts to destroy Russia. They will not get the lime, but they will shit a lot.

Such a picture of the world.

But why does the audience believe all this abras? Really only because the TV pronounces it?

There is an opinion that this is the specifics of the Russian soul. Academician Likhachev wrote about Russian lightness:

*Center positions are heavy, or even simply unbearable for a Russian person.

This is the preference of extremes in everything in combination with the extreme gurgle, which has caused and causes so far the emergence of dozens of impostors in Russian history has also led to the victory of the Bolsheviks ... The misfortune of the Russians - in their lightness.*

About how easily the people believed the deliriums of the boyars of the Time of Troubles, allowed to fool themselves, you can read a lot in the "stories" of Karamzin, who constantly uses the word "harassment". Here is a story about the concerned case against the Romanovs:

The nobleman Semyon Godunov, invented a way to convict the innocent in villainy, hoping for common gully and ignorance: he bribed the treasurer of the Romanovs, gave him bags filled with roots, ordered him to hide in the pantry of the boyar Alexander Nikitich and convey to his gentlemen that they, secretly engaged in the composition of the poison, deliberate the life of the crowned. Suddenly, anxiety became in Moscow: Sinclite and all noble officials are in a hurry to the Patriarch; Send a ringing Mikhail Saltykov to search in a pantry at the boyar Alexander; They find bags there, carry to Job and in the presence of the Romanovs pour the roots, as if magical, made to poison the king. Everything is in horror - and nobles, zealous like Roman senators of Tiberiev or Neronov time, with a cry throw themselves at imaginary villains, like wild animals at the lambs ...

But how Grigory Otopyev decided to be called the prince Dimitri:

The miraculous thought has already settled and matured in the soul of a dreamer, inspired by him, as they assure, with one evil monk: the idea that a bold impostor can take advantage of the gusts of Russians touched by Demetrius’s memorial, and in honor of heavenly justice to execute the Svyatytsitsa!

The personality of the prince was to certify his mother Martha in front of the people, and she did this, writes Sergey Solovyov:

The king met her in the village of Tyninsky and had a date with her alone in a tent spread near the large road; They say that Martha very skillfully represented the tender mother, the people cried, seeing how the respectful son walked near the mother’s carriage.

There is a palace coup, King Demetrius is killed, the leader of the conspirators Vasily Shuisky sits on the throne. How did he explain that he himself kissed the cross of loyalty to Demetrius, met him in Moscow with a bell ringing, assured the people that this was a wonderful saved prince, although under Tsar Fedor he led the investigation in the Uglich and announced that the prince had stabbed himself in a seizure of the fall of the disease? It turns out that it was the result of witchcraft, as the royal letter says - a press release, we would say today:

... And how he was caught, he himself said that he was Grishka Otrepyev and in the state was given a demonic help, and he seduced all the people ...

The Queen of Martha is renounced in a special letter. It turns out that witchcraft did not work on her - she lied because she was mortally afraid of False Dmitry:

He called himself the son of Tsar Ivan Vasilievich with a witchcraft and the Black Council, the overshadowing of demon seduced in Poland and Lithuania many people and ourselves and our relatives frightened death; I have declared this to the boyars, nobles to all people in secret, and now everyone is obvious that he is not our son, Tsarevich Demetrius, a thief, an an anal attendant, a heretic.

I can fully imagine Tsarina Marfa on a television talk show, accompanied by experts in the Black City and Meanings-Meads, revealing the public eyes to the evil machinations of Lithuania and Poland, acting on the poisoning of the world backstage. The present time is also vague, when vision is mutating and the dullness of the minds occurs.

But we did not believe the Soviet TV, mocked it, parody. Why does today's audience Kiselev, Solovyov and Mamontov look in their mouths?

The paradoxical response was given by Saltykov-Shchedrin in his fairy tale "Drill-Gazetchik and Gullible reader." He has a newspaper man there, scares the audience with various misfortunes, and the reader believes everything, although no attack is adventure with him.

He realized the newspaper that his deceit had come to his heart to the reader, - he began to give it more than to give. "No, he says, we have no security! Don’t go out, he says, reader, to the street: you’ll just get into the kutuzka!" And the gullible reader walks along the street and says: "Ah, how true the newspaper about our unsecured!" Moreover: he will meet another gullible reader and ask: "And you read, how perfectly today the newspaper has pulled out about our insecurity?" “How not to read!” Another gullible reader will note, “is incomparable! You can’t, it’s impossible to go through the streets - now you’ll get into the kutuzka!”

But suddenly a newspaper came to the truth to write the truth: "Truth, so truth, damn it! I made two stone houses with deception, and the other two stone houses have to be true!"

And he began to pester the truth every day! There is no diphtherite, and a shabash! And there is no kutupov, and there are no fires; If the cone is burned out, then after the fire he was even better lined up. And the harvest, thanks to the ongoing warm rains, turned out to be such that they themselves ate, and finally they began to throw under the table: choke!

The reader really liked reading the truth. It was then that the incident came out with him:

And now, once, a gullible reader came out onto the street ... He did not have time to take a few steps, how a legal mistake happened, and he was put in a kutuzka.

Well, the newspaper “The fourth stone house under the roof brings and from morning to evening he thinks about one thing: how is it more frequent to deceive him for the forefront of a gullible reader: with deceit or truth?”

Shchedrin’s fairy tale (by the way, carved out of the finished number of “domestic notes”, which adds meaning to her, is similar to the lithography of the lithography of Mauritsa Escher, built on the optical effect: you look at them and do not know whether the staircase or down, is bent or curved. When was the newspaper lied, and when did he write the truth? The last phrase seems to explain that he always lied, but is there also a trick in this phrase, modern, fake?

The described by Shchedrin is very similar to what happened to us. Under the Soviet regime, the reader-reader just in case did not believe anything that the newspapers and TV reported to him-he had immunity to state propaganda, something like vaccination. He will hear something from the TV-immediately to the receiver, listen to enemy voices, let them tell you how it was actually. Everything is clear and understandable: they lie here - they broadcast the truth there. Well, then freedom of speech came - and the vaccination action ended, newspapers and TV began to cut such a fatal truth -uterus that foreign voices could not be stored behind them. There was no one to carry out vaccination. The spinning soul of the audience shuddered and was used to the idea that the press is now saying pure truth. It was then that the press turned into agitprop again. And everyone became good, comfortable and calm, because the Russian soul is unequivocal, and here again “we”, “they” and “our right business is right”.

But there is another reason - a complex of guilt in respect of which the displacement mechanism is triggered. I read about this recently on Facebook :

To realize and recognize reality means to recognize itself as part of the country-aggressor and, moreover, a terrorist country. To take on the share of responsibility for the bloody crimes that your country commits right now is too difficult. It is much easier to include the mechanism of denial of reality, unconditionally and blindly believe in any, most absurd and unreasonable information and misinformation, which should prove to ourselves that we, including me, are not to blame.

I am not a supporter of the concept of collective guilt. But collective self -justification for me is quite obvious. Thomas Mann wrote about this with bitter irony, whom, after the Second World War, the “internal emigrants” accused that he, the external emigrant, did not return to his homeland to build a new Germany:

Now they tell me that they are still alive, that they always remember me and envy me, the lucky one living in the Swiss paradise, that they, of course, understand, never sympathized with these damned Nazis. Many of the non -investigated, however, consisted of many years in the party. Now they tell in detail how all these years they were one foot in the concentration camp, and I have to answer them that I can take only those opponents of Hitler who were in these camps with both legs, and not one foot in the camp, and the other in the party.

The veil from the eyes of my compatriots will fall sooner or later. And we will start all over again. As Lancelot said in a similar case: "The dragon dislocated your soul, poisoned blood and clouded his vision. But we will fix it all." And he added: "The work is small, worse than embroidery."