But still he turns

On the day when Medinsky wakes up a conscience, Russia will become free.

This strange, meaningless and empty phrase turns in my head, I can not do anything with myself. Well, yes, the head of our bath and laundry agency is a model of shamelessness, but are there few of them there, on Olympus, officials and other tops of fate, whose personal spiritual transformation could accompany the miracle of the transformation of Russia? There are darkness and darkness there, and if you suddenly be ashamed of their affairs of Igor Ivanovich or, I don’t know, Shoigu, then the effect, taking into account the political weight of these comrades, will be much stronger.

I'm not talking about myself. Just imagine that, having comprehended the deed and burned with shame, he will leave Ukraine, leave Syria, leave the monastery. Is it to compare with Medinsky? Not only moral, but also the political consequences will be completely different if Putin suddenly see and repent.

However, for some reason the secondary minister is recalled, and you can, sensitively listening to yourself, guess what the reason is. And the reason is that Vladimir Rostislavovich is planted in our culture, and this word responds with pain in our disagreed hearts when Medinsky opens his mouth and renews something. Or when he writes. In short, when seeing the minister and listening to his next speeches, individual citizens have such a longing for world culture that he was unlikely to experience the famous poet. Unbearable longing.

What is Putin? He works as a leader and is doomed, like all beloved leaders, to commit crimes against humanity. And that we are Shoigu, who lives for that, and serves to give honor, bomb and kill. Of course, the Minister of Culture in the era of transition from democracy to a totalitarian mess and collapse is simply obliged to be like Medinsky. However, the triumph of negative selection in this area of ​​human activity is perceived much more sharply than in other areas.

Igor Ivanovich - He is Igor Ivanovich, whatever you take, even with a yacht, even with dogs. Another thing is Vladimir Rostislavovich and scandals associated with him. Then you directly grab your head and finally fall in despair at the sight of what is being done at home. Learning, for example, from Medinsky, that Russia is not Europe, looking wildly around and asking: who are we then? Africa, or something, or Antarctica? Partly yes, it seems.

The main trouble is that the minister, creating all kinds of ugliness familiar to us and making typical speeches, appeals to basic intellectual values. Say, to patriotism, but in its current modification, in which ancient fascism is bizarrely combined with topical insanity. So in statements and rescripts of Medinsky , pearls of the "Rashka-School" type are born , and in a dung pile a budget pearl grain sparkles. It is clear that the head of the department, sitting on meager cash flows, wanted to tell that it was in the poverty of directors-Rufobes, but he said what he said. That is, he insulted our sacred power, and then his subordinates still had to puff for him, explaining to the Russians and the highest authorities, why the minister was crumbling. Say, it was he, as a writer, indulged in a metaphor, and the official Medinsky would never allow himself anything like this.

Now, a couple of days before the meeting, during which the question of the deprivation of the minister of the scientific degree of the doctor of historical sciences will be resolved, he tries on the tooth of our other sacred scraping. He talks about freedom of speech that the enemies encroach on. Using as a pretext those seemingly insignificant facts that Medinsky does not distinguish the Russian language from Church Slavonic in his dissertation, does not know that Luther translated the Bible into German, confuses the Germans with Italians, refers to the Scandinavians, refers to sources whom he has not read in life, and generally perceives historical science as the art of accounts with everyone who has ever been non-resolved I spoke about Russia.

Responding to spiteful people, the Minister of Culture compares them with the censors of the Soviet era. It depicts a sacrifice of persecution. Like Academician Vavilov, poet Pasternak, or even a prose writer Solzhenitsyn. Medinsky mows to the freestyle and dissident, and these words cause, of course, strong feelings. Fantasy is played out, and you see personally by the fire that our Jordano Bruno enters, and involuntarily look around in search of shocks. It is hard, I say, to listen to when a cynical liar and ignorant try on the thorns of the martyr. It is doubly hard when you realize that this person is refueling in Russia with culture. If he commanded the army or torture committee or stole in especially large ones, redirecting his petrodollars into his pocket and amusing with different ducks in their secluded houses, in palaces and yachts, it would be easier.

That's why it hurts, and dreary, and the absurd phrase revolves in the head. Like, on the day when Medinsky wakes up a conscience, Russia will become free. Rather, this phrase contains such a hopeless thought that the age of will cannot be seen, but you can’t forbid to dream, and faith in a miracle brightens the monotonous everyday life. In addition, the minister by the standards of officials is quite young and, probably, will be inscribed in the elite and the surrounding political landscape for a long time. So you have to listen to him endlessly, sighing sadly, but also hoping secretly: what if? ..

Still, a person is actually busy with a good deed: he watches films, looks at the pictures, reads books and even writes. We assume that the fight of the minister with culture and his own conscience is in full swing, the outcome of the struggle is unpredictable, as for Russia, the history evokes controversial thoughts. Optimistic in essence, no matter how the duel ends.

You read, listen to Medinsky - and even climb into the loop. You will get acquainted with the opinion of his opponents - and somehow the soul thaws. Historical science is alive, culture is alive, and the free word in it is covered with immortal glory, spite and contrary to fools and obscurantists. And she also remembers his strands, and blessed, despite the local defeats. You can’t see a small line in a footnote without a magnifying glass.