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Past and present
After death, as we learned from Sergei Dovlatov, history begins, but here is a special case. Death - here it is, before her eyes, and the bridge in the center of the capital, where a person was killed, bears his name, no matter how much the bosses rest, and the march dedicated to the deceased passed in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Nizhny Novgorod and other cities. The year passed, how Boris Nemtsov was gone, and the story would not begin in any way.
The story is stomping on the spot.
A year ago, the so -called deputies refused to honor his memory - and a year later they did not move, turning it into armchairs, they cannot stand up. A year ago, in hot pursuit, citizens similar to killers were caught - and a year later the case did not move off this dead point. A year ago he sat in Chechnya Kadyrov - and a year later he sits, re -elected in his unique style, as if preparing for a resignation. A year ago, Ukraine was tormented - and now we torment, except with less bitterness, since it takes a lot of effort to Syria. Forces are not unlimited.
Yes, and Boris Nemtsov still collects tens of thousands of his supporters - no less and no more. His death at the same time shocked a large country and did not become a noticeable event for millions of compatriots. Everything stalls, as in cotton wool, in a stopped time.
Society is not split and not monolithic. There is simply no society. There is a stupid majority that was once called aggressive-audible, and you also will not envy him either. For the dreary foreboding of misfortune, multiplying aggression, moderates the joy of unity and subordination of his beloved power. They will ask - we will answer what kind of Putin, and this will be true, but why not go to forest, sociologists? Of course, the most ragged are ready to beat and kill, but mainly for grandmas and other social bonuses. As for the minority, people who will not go to any area and Russia without which Russia are not in, with concern, prevail in it. With a feeling of inhibited disgust, perceiving what is happening today.
In general, fear, anger and dullness are like incompatible - after all, any strong emotion is accompanied by a fever of thoughts. However, the uniqueness of the era is that people for the most part are afraid to even seriously think about what is happening outside the windows. This applies to the elites raving on the TV, and the simple, as they say, Russians caught by surprise somewhere on the street by a curious correspondent.
Questions, as a rule, cause irritation. The answers, as a rule, are political correct in Russian. That is, you can’t do it.
The famous survey of the Levada Center showed that half of the respondents suspect their fellow countrymen of insincerity and cowardice. True, only a third of citizens admitted to himself that she was afraid to "express his opinion on current affairs in the country." And if you ask again: now, comrades, you answer sincerely? .. In general, as this sociological experiment shows, the respondents begin to think and exist only under the influence of very intelligent techniques, and even then reluctantly. Suspecting the neighbor of secret national representation, but trying not to split.
The protest is driven into the subcortex. Disagreement is timidly expressed, and most disagrees with themselves, experiencing this feeling. The future scares, Sulia of repression for incorrect answers to provocative questions. The provocation seems to be any question that makes you think about the fate of the state and about its personal fate in relation to this state. In relation to the era, as if instructing people a gun with a silencer.
Boris Nemtsov was different from the vast majority of frostbitten patriots and crushed democrats that he was not afraid of the future. Personified this future, almost alone. I tried to launch the mechanism of Russian history. Cheerful, brave, stubborn, happy, light, he was the most living of us, and that they killed the most living and cheerful, strengthens the pain to the degree almost unbearable. Those who are still able to experience strong feelings.
Perhaps, only pain was increased in a year among citizens who were still interested in politics and entering marches. Pain, multiplied by hatred and powerlessness in the fight against an unknown evil.
The year passed, and in this Duma only two rose from their seats, paying tribute to the memory of the deceased Nemtsov, which at the present time can be equated with civilian feat. The year has passed, and the customer and organizers of the murder are still walking out at large. The year has passed, and Kadyrov is still heading Chechnya and either remains on the farm, or it marks much higher. The year passed, and in the Crimea all the same, and in the Donbass, everything is the same, and the war in Syria opens up such prospects that it is breathtaking. The year has passed, and literally nothing has changed. Continuous repetitions. Every day dejavu.
But still, tens of thousands in Moscow passed in the center, and many of them later laid flowers, candles, portraits, posters on the Nemtsov bridge. This is a drop in the sea of embittered, confused, amused, indifferent. This is a lot for a country that failed in a swamp that fell out of history. This is normal if you look at Russia through the eyes of Boris Nemtsov, who soberly evaluated the hopeless present and looked hopefully at the future, which always and everywhere unpredictably. Especially in Russia. He did not know that in this future he had no place, but after death, nevertheless, history begins, sooner or later. Realizing the immortality of those who embodied their lives and paid for life.