
Farewell to Islam Karimov, stretching for several days, returns us to the almost forgotten genre of Stalin's funeral. In the early days of March 1953, it was clear to everyone that the dictator of death, that they would not publish medical ballots just like that - but most of the population (namely, and not the Kremlin’s duty propagandists) desperately did not want to believe in the very possibility of the death of Vurdalak. And then, when they nevertheless reported on death, she plunged into fear, hysteria and tears and rushed into the new Moscow "Khodynka", in order to see a not yet embalmed body for the last time.
In Uzbekistan, almost the same thing is happening. It is clear to any sane person that the medical conclusion about Karimov’s illness will not be published just like that: because they had never been informed before, and the president was not very good for his reign. Such documents are published only when the elite understands that farewell to the dictator is inevitable - and begins to prepare the population for it, simultaneously deciding with the successor. But at the same time, a huge number of people - social networks and discussions of commentators related to the Central Asian theme of the Internet publications give an idea - stubbornly does not want to believe in the very possibility of Karimov’s death. No, of course, the enemies will be shameless, it will recover and will rule for a long, long time to envy the jackals. And this is about a 78-year-old man whose unimportant physical condition in recent years has been noticeably naked eye.
Even when the commentators quite located towards Karimov allow themselves to doubt that he is alive, or publish photos of urgent “cleaning” and cleaning of Samarkand - the president’s hometown and the burial place of his relatives - they are instantly ranked by other readers to the “enemies of the people” and provocateurs. You can, of course, decide that this official Tashkent organizes the army of trolls to maintain the myth of vitality and the imminent recovery of Karimov. But, I think, the official Tashkent is not up to Facebook.
No, this is an ordinary lethargic dream. This is a stubborn unwillingness to wake up. This is the state in which Stalin plunged the Soviet Union and in which Karimov managed to immerse Uzbekistan. When you are inside this dream, it seems to you that its ending - that is, the death of the ruler - means your own death. You are so desperately confusing death with life that you can actually confuse the beginning of the thaw with a flood, you are afraid to choke, you are so used to the dead that life seems to you by stench.
And you do not believe that this is someone else's death. You think you are yours. The only thing you hope for is that he will not die, once again shame the enemies and will continue to hold you and everyone else by the throat with an iron hand. And if it turns out that he is mortal, you will hope that the next one will grab you by the throat so quickly that you will not be able to breathe deeply.
If only not to inhale! That is why the dead with Stalin hated Khrushchev so much, in vain hoped for Brezhnev, despised Gorbachev with Yeltsin - and only with the advent of Putin they were not even them, and the children and grandchildren brought up in a dream of fear began to, finally, began to immerse themselves in saving lethargy. Anyone who is dying with Karimov today also hopes only for one thing - for the fact that nothing will change, that the next one will also be a “native father”, that it will be possible to sleep happily and faithfully until the next medical conclusion.