... at both of yours!

A curious incident occurred in our city. The case was at a patriotic rally dedicated to April 12. Although the monument to Yuri Gagarin on the embankment is considered one of the most ugly in the regional center, annual events in honor of the day of astronautics regularly spend a misunderstanding at the foot of this kurguzny misunderstanding. Perhaps because the local Yuri Alekseevich has a touching resemblance to Vladimir Ilyich, who climbed the armored car, on his pedestal. And, perhaps, because the second monument to the first cosmonaut (a little more likely) is far beyond the city, and to drag on where no one is reluctant to anyone.

So, at the end of the rally, when proper speeches died and it was time to lay party bouquets, two teams of participants sang - Leninians and Medvetzha, that is, a delegation from the Communist Party of the Communist Party and leather boys from the Young Guard of United Russia. The misunderstanding grew into a serious skirmish, which has nothing to do with astronautics. Later, each party commented on the course of the conflict in its own way. From these explanations, it was strongly impossible to understand who exactly became the instigator - the first to pushed his neighbor shoulder, touched his elbow on someone else's nose, grabbed his hair and asked the sacramental question: "Who are you?" However, the sequence of cuffs is a technical matter; Of course, the very fact of a sudden brawl of yesterday’s opponents, and now almost allies, is more important.

It is no secret that the opposition of the Communist Party of the Kremlin is a myth, which today they believe, perhaps, pensioners with scarlet bows. On strategic issues (from the "Law of Dima Yakovlev" to the "Crimean"), the former party in power is joint with the current one. And if the Reds still have separate tactical disagreements with the red-blue-white (say, about Stalin-he is genius in everything or just as a commander?), Then they will be overcome in the near future. At least in the provinces for officials, nostalgia for the USSR is an inevitable part of the dress code, such as the working costume of the late Soviet cut, and to mention the Stalinist repressions is the same bad tone as to flaunt in orange socks or canary tie. Therefore, a sudden clash of United Russia with the Communists looks like a scene from a horror film, in which, under the influence of hellish forces, the right hand of a person takes up arms on his own left cheek.

Suddenly, involuntary allies in the battle for a bright past, finally realized themselves as a part of the same force that always bridges the road with good intentions, everyone knows where?

Speaking of cinema. One of the modern meanings of the word "crossover" is a film where the scriptwriters rent a couple of cult characters from other films, usually negative, and pushes them on a narrow path. As a result, it turns out a “alien against a predator” or, say, “Freddie against Jason”. The charm of these uncomplicated experiments with ready-made heroes is that with any outcome of the two types of evil spirits, a happy ending is guaranteed. Since there is no need to choose who is worse ( both worse) and for whom to root (no one), the viewer, in fact, does not matter who will win, getting along in the final clinch: Freddie Lee Kruger will be expanded by the serial murderer in a hockey mask, Jason Li Vurchiz will chop the burned mania of Vyazov Street ...

I ask the Communists and United Russia to be offended by the previous paragraph and not to scribble statements to the prosecutor's office. In no way I want to compare the heroes of the Western cinema (possessing, whatever one may say, a kind of sociocultural potential) with modern Russian politicians who, in my opinion, have not enough charisma for a mediocre comic. The point is: And if the provincial scream at the monument is not an accident, but a symptom? Suddenly, involuntary allies in the battle for a bright past, finally realized themselves as a part of the same force that always bridges the road with good intentions, everyone knows where? After all, when the political space is cleaned from the opposition, the bite between the nomenclatures for the best place at the throne and an irrevocable budget pie begins.

What remains to do for those who are watching this fight from the outside? Only one thing: to stay away from the struggle of evil with evil and wait for the development of events. Similia Similibus, similar is treated like that. It is not without reason that biologists argue that the most cruel struggle is not interspecific, but intraspecific. Our case is not unique, the ending of such a story was already described by Korney Chukovsky. "Wolves from fright eaten each other." Perhaps we will once see how two-paraphrases of Shakespeare-equally, not in the liability of families, colliding, annihilate with a flash and a slight smell of sulfur.

Roman Arbitman - Saratov writer

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