Minister and Major

Journalism is inseparable from stamps, which is why the temptation is so great to say that the Dovlatov Fest, which began in a dod for us , ended in the same stylistics. On the other hand, the templates should be avoided, and the Minister of Medinsky, this is our walking bath and laundry trust, the character is rather Shchedrinsky, if not Zoshchenkovsky. Well, his reservation , who considered Sergei Donatovich to contemporaries of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, would not have caused such a broad discussion when not the personality of the look at the culture. With its thundering dissertation, patriotic creative, "rash-gear" and other materials for the biography.

The conspiracy drama develops in parallel, slightly distracting us from literary games. The Ministry of Culture is perplexed about the plot that was shown to us: why, they say, they didn’t cut the reservation, because the interview went in the record, and this is an issue of almost a political property. Perhaps the minister is dug and deliberately discredit? However, the cultural level of our correspondents is hardly noticeable than that of Medinsky, so we will not look for conspiracies everywhere. Colleagues working on the Russia 24 TV channel could have trusted the minister. Who does not know Dovlatov, "this is an unconditional literary phenomenon of the second half of the nineteenth century," as the interviewer put it. Everyone knows that they and Chekhov lived in Yasnaya Polyana.

For example, we read about this scandal on the website of the REN TV channel: "Vladimir Medinsky was surprised by the reactions of the Russians to his reservation about publicist Sergei Dovlatov." And this, by the way, is Sergey Donatovich in its purest form, you won’t get up, no matter how hard you try to evade common places. For the pile of absurdity is a well -known Dovlatov reception, and if the minister built the writer for a hundred years, then the journalist was simply obliged to declare his publicist. And is it really not true? Or was Pushkin not a publisher, but Brezhnev, for example, a rather prolific memoirist? Everything is true, and there is nothing to find fault with the words.

The main hero of the sensational television portage was not Medinsky, but Stanislav Bryachonkov, retired Chekist, "the head of the district department of the KGB is here," as he calls himself. Prototype Major Belyaev from the "Reserve". He cordially accepted the guests of the festival, sitting on a bench in front of the house where the classic hung up, shared his memories, did not refuse a conversation and the film crew. And it was already a dovlatovshchina of such a cosmic nature that Sergei Donatovich would be happy to observe and describe it. It was something like Anna Kern’s memoirs about Alexander Sergeyevich, only a deeply Soviet version. It was generally something.

The old man on the bench from the threshold marked the insinuations of all these spitens and slanderers who still, imagine, accuse Dovlatov of anti -Soviet. “It was normal behavior. Absolutely nothing reprehensible,” the boy informed the press, “... there were no compromising materials in the process of observing him!” And then he told a deeply personal story. About how "a certain Leo Losev" published in the "sowing" about him, Bryonkov, "such, you know, a very bad article and brought me out there in a bad plan." The gabist asked the writer not to write such articles. “No, no, this will not happen, I promise you,” said the one who was in development, and they parted on that. And his word, as one could understand the memoirist, Dovlatov restrained.

Well, you remember. The lines dedicated to Major Belyaev in the "Reserve" cannot be read without laughter ... But this is again a stamp. In fact, the reader literally dies of laughter, just physically dies, the spirit emits in core even with an absentee acquaintance with the major: Comrade Belyaev said - let him go before departure. And then he will be a holy ... And the monologue of a Chekist is the very "joy of recognition", which the poet spoke about another reason. Do you want to know where the khan of Soviet power will come from? I'll tell you. The khan will come from vodka. Now, I think, sixty working people are getting off in the evening. And the indicators are growing. The day will come when everyone will drink without exception. From ordinary to Marshal Grechko. From a hard worker to the Minister of heavy industry. All, except for a couple of women, children and, possibly, Jews. What will clearly not be enough to build communism ... " , etc. In the end, Belyaev-Malchonkov sincerely advised Dovlatov to emigrate, expressing regret that he himself could not leave: they will not miss my Ryazan booth ...

In short, now no one, starting from the curator, will say how it was in reality, but in general, after reading the “reserve”, the authorities could also dismiss the boy with a wolf ticket. If you do not plant for the disclosure of the main state secret and dump the super -secret dream to the West. Fortunately, there was, and grandfather at sunset of life is working on a guide in Dovlatov’s places, warmly recalling the writer. So time ennobles the artist.

I must say, they perfectly rifled in this short television - Medinsky and the little boys. The youthful minister and Honored Worker of Counteoculture. The old that is small: both are confused, but they look surprisingly reliable. With all their reservations and exciting memories of the heroic past. You manpiece both.

Recently, Radio Liberty conducted a survey. Citizens on the streets of Moscow were asked how Dovlatov would have done today: would leave Putin's Russia or not. Provided that then, in the stagnant years, he would prefer to stay. Almost everyone said that now he would certainly emigrate. And I think that in no case. Sergei Donatovich dreamed that he would be printed in his native country and that his heroes would not be translated. And this good is now in an abundance, even more than during the Soviet regime, and the times outside the windows to that pre -Vlatov, and the plots that without it, which had gone a quarter ago, you feel especially lonely. True, Dovlatov’s books are alive, and at the Turchak festival, time composes time in the faces of the continuation of the “reserve”, and therefore the author is immortal ... But this seems to be also a truism.