How thieves and killers have changed places

Among the reasons for a high assessment, veneration, fidelity and love, often fiery, to Soviet power in a considerable part of the population, is it not by consideration of one, very significant? Let the most important part of the adherents, but there, deep in the souls, so important, so important, so much decide to say, precious to the individual, so that is so intimate that he never even formulated it. Taboo.

Because the essence, its core is the opportunity to enter the group of superman. Such things are not customary to be called their name. This is not belonging to the majority - real, declared, propagandized. The group of superman has no certain boundaries. The ways to get into it were known, but did not guarantee an indispensable hit. The hit did not provide a duration, this minute you were a superman, in the next - the last insignificance, for no reason written in oblivion, nothing. Moreover, the membership in this group was fraught with a special, additional danger: it pushed to such a fate.

Those who are talking about, some Yezhov, an ordinary creature, received the right to kill anyone-that was what the superman made him! However, one cannot call her a group of power, they should not be mixed. The power at all levels of management could consist of people who disposed of life and death, property and fate of others, and in this sense to be called superman. But it was precisely that no one except Stalin was such, but, on the contrary, was constantly ready for disaster, waited for her and waited for her all the time. The superman, these favorites of the minute, in a certain sense were the forerunners of the later film of agent 007 James Bond. Then such a superman fell into the abyss and disappeared. Annigilated by the same energy that created it. I would like to make a reservation: there were exceptions. But no, relative long -livers: Blumkin, Beria, Abakumov, and there are thousands of such, still finished the same way; Just in changed circumstances.

The killer is not random, but liberated, to whom to kill a person, how to slap a mosquito - feels and understands himself by the creation, higher than others. They are obviously his victims, helpless, dumb, defeated, slaves for scolding, biomass, lower grade. Even the fact that he himself is constantly under the threat of an instant transfer to their category was marked with a sign of visual eating, writing into a category from the ordinary. Now imagine: you are a Zoshchenkovsky hero, something like an insect that is addressed by a “citizen”, “citizen”. You are poor, powerless, live in a communal apartment, go in turning over the cast -ups, hang on the footboard of a crowded tram. Or all the same, but in the village, in a hut with mice and cockroaches, with a tail, hungry children. And here is a certain devil who is appointed to look from the inside behind your soul, begins to screw you up: yes, write the paper that your neighbor is unhappy with power. And capture his burner on a common plate, or his chicken, pacing on the other side of the fence. You write, capture. Another time, the third. They call you, they say that they are interested in you, offer a position. Damn your soul withdraws. In the new quarter they give a hundredth weapons - so far only for representation. Then for real: they teach to write a protocol, shoot at a dash, accompany, be present.

Who you were - and who you became! What wife, what children, burners, chickens? You have a lot of things, overtime work, night duty. Dozens of names, hundreds. Erased faces, hands, throwing up instinctively for protection. Maybe some moral inconvenience? No, the authorities have no complaints, even more so. Not to mention that so many of them, dark -skinned, are obscured by others, that they mixed up, no one personally would not remember anyone. If when you got excited, the order did not comply, bowed you into injustice, so it happened with others, and softened, treated humanly. As the character of Saltykov-Shchedrin explains: “They [the old women], cordial, stood on their knees and they are only baptized: you don’t want to die, it hurts ... Well, it’s for sure that we gave them a praying, but we finished off ... They didn’t even pick up, sir!” Criminal character - what kind of ours?

As you know, the violating one commandment is considered to have violated everything. But for everyday consciousness, the difference between them is obvious: disrespect for parents looks less sin than adultery; Theft is the murder. Another character of the same Saltykovsky essays, who killed his beloved in a state of affect, was ill: “Another stamping thief, climbed through other people's pockets, and he strives in the eyes of you do not care: I, they say, are only a thief, and you are a killer!” Therefore, I meet: a murderer who committed the atrocity is extreme, in this system of relations, he is aware of his superiority over "only a thief." The killer is a general of crimes, crimes against the law recorded not only on the pages of the Criminal Code, but also on the walls of the human heart, while the thief - well, captain, is no more.

So it was. In the days of Shchedrin, and centuries before him, and for some time after. Now the arrangement of reputations has changed. Thanks to the modern journalistic manner of reports and reviews; thanks to daily renewable television series; Thanks to the measures of the police struggle against crime, the current killer-killer appears to be almost respectable. Other, less high ranks, non -professional, amateur, households, of course, are evaluated on a scale, from it as a reference point. Meanwhile, the thief is not the same. Pocket, housekeeper, all kinds of street robbers, road, card, scammers, scammers - today more or less exotic. Thieves are corrupt officials. They are recognized as officially and philistine. The heads of different species are unrecognized thieves, but they are also allowed to suspect. Those and others are criminals of the first analysis. So now that sharp scene of Shchedrin could sound: "I am only a killer, a killer, and you are a corruption, a thief!" Yubertmensh and Untermenda changed their positions. The rest is in place.