Halled laurels

A couple of days before the presentation of the highest reward, Sergei Lavrov had a very bad mood. He looked gloomy so that the correspondent of the GOSTELEKANALLA said right to him: "I have never seen you so frustrated." The minister did not deny.

“Yes, I am very upset,” he said weightily. “What is happening in Ukraine is a tragedy.” The trouble, he added, is aggravated by the fact that the Kyiv elites are capricious and intractable. Here, of course, the correspondent twisted: "Unfortunately, there are very alarming moods that the peace process can be disrupted. What will happen if this happens?" The question struck Sergei Viktorovich in the heart. “Now I don’t even want to think about it,” the Russian Foreign Minister responded sadly. “Diplomacy is not about that.”

Actually, all the diplomats are lying, but Lavrov with his thoroughbred face of the American type, a mournful gaze and heavy baritone of unheard of beauty - the artist is simply first -class. It is clear that the goal of Russia is to eliminate Ukrainian statehood, which is simpler, such as Strelkov, or “anti -fascists” on the same guestelekanals are expressed without habitats. The idea comes down to exhausting Ukraine by war, and if the direct aggression in the Kremlin is considered an action too risky, then the economy of a neighboring country can be successfully destroyed within the “peace process”. With outbreaks of civilian massacre in the Donbass.

However, diplomacy is not about the fact that special propagandists and militants easily break out. Diplomacy is a special kind of art to make a good mine with a hopeless game and a mournful mine, when the plot develops according to plan. It is only necessary to find in advance and call the guilty, with difficulty suppressing the sigh and barely restraining tears. Then everything will go like clockwork.

Putin is blackmailing the world with a nuclear war, the Minister of Defense is almost daily conducting exercises, the figures of the DPR and the LPR permanently are indignant, the characters are jumping in television studio, screaming terribly and carrying nonsense, and Lavrov has a different task. Slowly, in a low voice to narrate the imperfection of the world. Express concern. Sorrow and lament. In short, to demonstrate to the world Putinism with a human face, and the minister turns out, according to the authorities, so well that on the day of his 65th birthday, he became the full gentleman of the Order for Merit to the Fatherland. The text states that Lavrov was awarded the award "for especially outstanding merits in the implementation of the foreign policy of the Russian Federation", and these are not empty words. Sergei Viktorovich really ideally conducts the specified course.

This course is simultaneously victorious and hopeless.

It is victorious for the minister himself, who in 11 years of ministry made a brilliant career, entering his glorious name on a par with Molotov, Vyshinsky and Gromyko. Lavrov can also be called a person who is engaged in his favorite thing - diplomacy, achieving remarkable success in this field. Moreover, it should be noted that he, like his boss, constantly solves the problems of increased complexity.

The chef is fighting in Chechnya, for the first time quarreling with the world community, after in Georgia, then in Ukraine, and now he was left alone against everyone, and the Minister of Lavrov is excreting with him. Nobody has been believed for a long time for a single word, they laugh at him in Munich , but he with a stone face bends his, and even smiles, the “over -confirm” the official position of the Russian Federation, and this causes involuntary admiration. Easy, you know, to engage in diplomacy, when people trust you and your country. Ribbentrop, figuratively speaking, to work much more difficult, but Sergei Viktorovich copes.

It is curious that the minister finds his use not only abroad, but also within the country with his diplomatic talents. It only seems that, having lost patience, Hamit, as in that famous conversation with a British colleague: who, they say, are you dick like that to teach me? This phrase, like many others, like you can’t take this phrase, is a sign of loyalty to the current Russian leadership. For diplomacy is the art of mimicry, and if an intelligent, not badly educated graduate of MGIMO, was honored not for fear of serving in a gang, then he should easily and organically fit into it, tearing the language of the plowmen. That is why the press releases of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Federation sometimes cannot be distinguished from prison fellow that Sergey Lavrov is a diplomat from God. What is the evidence of the order again.

As for Russia, which the minister in the international arena is so successful, the situation is directly opposite here. Russia, you understand, - again, it loses - raises the wave behind the wave. Such poems, do not remember who wrote? Diplomacy, even the most victorious, is one thing, and life is completely different.

The real life, in which the result of the titanic efforts of Lavrov and his chief boss is the political isolation of the country, economic sanctions and moral condemnation of the entire civilized world, is rudely laughing at the minister, and that Munich incident should be recognized as exemplary. The minister was magnificent, they will write later in textbooks, but contemporaries did not appreciate him. Maybe because they did not appreciate that they were alien to diplomacy as an art for art, and maybe for another reason. Historians will figure out how they dealt with Molotov, Ribbentrop, Vyshinsky and Gromyko. Historians know their job.

By the way, because, apparently, the minister was induced, that everything once coincided that day: and the mask grew to his face, and his eyes suddenly looked out from under the mask. So the artist, with the usual professionalism, having played the role in the mediocre performance, looks in the mirror and reflects on the life of life. And about another life, uninhabited, who was the minister in verses recently published : “And Russia - again loses // - raises the wave behind the wave. // And fate smiles at the witch, // Lost does not smell the country .// What if it becomes the last // This terrible third wave?”

No, it’s not about the nuclear apocalypse, which is closer to the Kremlin, about total emigration from the country in which it is impossible to live, and in general it has been written for a long time, but the lyrical hero is clearly sad. Fate surpassed such roles, but he could, for example, play the head of the State Department, why not. Such a face disappears! Such a talent. But two days later he will be given the people's people, and he will again go to play in that dull play that is hardened for life.