Author-consultant

Alexander Prokhanov appears the decision of the Savelovsky court , and he is right. Right as a citizen. Right as an artist who is called the great during his life. Right as the defendant, after all.

The fact is that Alexander Andreevich, a great citizen, writer and defendant, cannot be judged by ordinary human laws. In particular, according to the article that punishes for insulting honor and dignity. And only according to the laws that he himself is recognized by himself: this classic quote in relation to the work of Prokhanov sounds especially appropriate. Everything else is lawlessness and arbitrariness, which the judicial authority represents over a free artist. And this is easy to prove, based exclusively on its texts.

For he is an writer from head to toe, in all his manifestations, not only in prose. But in journalism, with which he began and still has not left this lesson. Prokhanov does not write - he sings, like a bird; No wonder he was nicknamed the Nightingale of the General Staff in the old days. And the nightingale trill is so arranged that it is not necessary to look for the point in it. By making sounds (or a newspaper), the singer least of all takes care of the content; This amazing ability to vote, rattle and Petyupka attracts it.

The artist by nature, he not only in prose invents his world, inhabiting it invented, but therefore even brighter than in life, characters. In any talk show, as soon as Alexander Andreevich opens his mouth and starts speech, we directly physically feel the presence of other worlds, which only for camouflage wear the names and names we know. In fact, all these “Russia”, “America”, “Europe” and “Ukraine”, “Jews” and “Russians”, “Putins” and “Obama” were created by the powerful imagination of the writer, having nothing to do with the real real countries, nations and people. Heroes and villains, patriots and fascists, as well as geographical names - all this is fictitious to the master, composed for the beauty of the syllable and sound.

This is in its pure art for art for art.

You just listen: the black sperm of fascism spilled onto Kiev - the mother of the cities of Russians . Or, about Obama, whose speech about Russia was a statement by the master and priest, standing at the foot of the mysterious god with the hooves of the Kenyan goat and the golden horns of Taurus . Or about Russia itself, which resembles a bird, ready to take off from your branch, ready to start the long -awaited development : do you hear the paradise singing of a developed nightingale? Well, or about Makarevich, who went to Ukraine and in the location of the Ukrainian troops in Slavyansk, among the steaming ruins, on which the blood of the militias - the defenders of this glorious city has not yet disappeared, gave a concert . He sang, and the "right sector", having heard Makarevich, went to cut the throat of the "katsapam" . The latest quotes are from the very article for which a poor artist, if he is not regretted in a higher court, will have to pay the plaintiff 500 thousand rubles. And for what, one wonders?

It is clear to any unconventional reader that there is no Obama, as well as black sperm, Kenya goat, or Ptachi developing in flight in nature. Equally, “Makarevich” with all the “fascists inherent in him”, and “Slavyansk”, where he allegedly concerts in front of the thugs, is all the music, albeit inhuman, which has nothing to do with real life. A whimsical set of sounds and letters, from which the relatively coherent text suddenly develops, and the words sound like real ones, and the song pours.

By the way, in the same article, as if dedicated to singer Makarevich, the author regrets that among the Novoroski "there are no our Russian Vereshchagin, who would move along with battalions through the flaming cities of Donbass and captured the great people and deeds of our contemporaries on his canvases." Again, the real Vasily Vereshchagin, the artist, who hated the war with all his heart, whether he was alive, could also recover Prokhanov a lawsuit - for slander. However, he might not have to be discredible, realizing that the Nightingale of the General Staff was sings and lies like that he breathes, that the bird of God has the right to evaluate the “apotheosis of the war” in his own way and in general to be a round ignoramus.

Actually, our entire propaganda machine, like a musical machine, gives out similar creations every day, but performed by Alexander Andreevich, the nightingale of the old, who lived, they achieve perfection. Therefore, in the central newspaper he is published abundantly and the owner of Izvestia, taking this opportunity, is in a hurry to apologize to Makarevich, but again to brand Makarevich and ardently stand up for the Columonist. And this is true, since Prokhanov earned praise from Aram Gabrelyanov with his whole life. We can say that they found each other, and in that parallel reality, where Izvestia is a newspaper, our singer in the camp of Novoros warriors is revered as a “great writer”.

It is only a pity that not all courts moved there yet, in that unprecedented world, where black-preservation spilled on the city hated by the publicist and the vile sounds of the “time machine”, inspiring punishers for torture, are heard. Most have already moved, but not all. Here the Savelovsky District Court is still with us, in our boring reality, and judges the artist for the bazaar, that is, by ordinary laws, and not as the classic bequeathed. Therefore, Makarevich celebrates the victory, and in his person, according to Prokhanov, in the Russian court, Kolomoisky, Poroshenko, Obama, sanctions ... do not argue, the artist knows better. But he, sentenced, is ready to continue to sue, and the former songs to sing, and suffer for the truth, from which he will not renounce for any money. An enviable fraction, a happy fate.