Hatred permission

Three years ago, the world learned that the unwinding Russian people has their own civilian society, the thirst for truth, dignity and a healthy sense of humor. And the world saw that we have faces. We ourselves were surprised that we have such beautiful faces.

And immediately, fast, like crows, the faithful centers of “E” actively slammed their wings, television clearly demonstrated its position, showing the first “anatomy of protest”. The phones rustled during conversations, trolls on the Internet grinned, scored on the keyboard of their computers. Then Pussy Riot was detained - and believers and state Orthodox believers began to set the tone. And the laws on the feelings of believers and the promotion of homosexuality have officially allowed to "wet" the dissimilar.

It will be understood as the team "In the attack!". TV presenters will show what and how it is now possible and should be said aloud. Hatred permission will be given and taken into account.

These are the first convulsions of society.

Games in Sochi, ideas about Great Russia, pogroms, “Crimean”, “fifth column”, Ukraine ... The splash of the redness of compatriots is so impressive that it is very difficult to understand: “I and you are alone.”

And in Russia beautiful faces begin to disappear. They are gloomy from a sense of hopelessness, they leave, they sit or have already served. Have you noticed that the investigative insulators in Russia are scored by people with beautiful faces? A few days ago, another person with a beautiful face was killed.

The murders and the killer are a Russian cultural heritage, we are not twinmed with non -violent death.

In Russia, they often kill. Kill how to drink - there is always a reason

In schools, we study brilliant thoughts about the creatures of trembling and the right to have, but somehow we interpret Dostoevsky’s words in our own way. On the streets - murders on showdowns, in drunken fights, and sometimes just like that, because he didn’t treat the cigarette - this is the norm. My friend was so killed in Irkutsk. They asked to smoke and - just like that - they stole it to death.

As a child, I was aware of the fact that they could kill in alleys, I knew that there were killers, it was just part of life, our household. Parents were afraid for us because of the maniac on Irkutsk streets, and at the stations in glass frames at the stands, the ads "The police are looking for them." From muddy photos, crazy eyes and skewed faces looked at us. I was afraid of them. And the TV buried the leaders one by one. Well, photographs of the dead and dried Lenin in the open coffin were our textbook in school classes.

I think about my French friends: how many killed people did they know? In France, when a person is 36 years old, he buries his grandparents, and not his classmates.

I am 36 years old, I grew up in Russia. I was not even 15 years old when I first went to a funeral without parents - because they buried my friend, not them: a student of the theater school stabbed with a knife at the party.

In Russia, they often kill. To kill how to drink is always an occasion. In Russia, they are killed in a defeat so that no one doubts who the master is in the country. They kill meanly: men shoot in the back, women are waiting in the dark entrances. They kill professionally, with subsidies. They kill methodically, kill strategically, kill automatically. Human life has no value in our country, we are demonstrated by every new murder.

And they pick out common sense from the brain of those who are still alive. They also do this in a dietary, not even hiding, not afraid of anyone no longer ashamed. And when there is no common sense - society will only have instincts and reflexes under the Russian banner and with an Orthodox cross.

Olga Kokorina-director and theater teacher, activist of the Russie-Libertés movement (Paris)