Dangerous, as in the circus

Search at Zoe Light, a prism of carnival-mocking culture

At first, all 12 people, including two understandable for some reason from the Moscow region, went around the apartment in boots and behaved quite self-confident. The main one (in any case, with a noticeable bum) comfortably got a job in the kitchen with a laptop and a printer; Another, the most gloomy of them, sat down at the door to the chair. But then five lawyers began to enter the stage, including Karinna Moskalenko and Anna Stavitskaya, and no one would want to contact such in their right mind. After their comments: “And what are you trampling here? And what are you sitting here? " - Gloomy returned the chair to the living room and froze at the door, like a sentry at the mausoleum, and the remaining eleven all 10 hours that were searched, moved around the apartment in socks.

Books, the number of which the arrivals were clearly discouraged, were sorted out with care, they didn’t throw it on the floor, nothing was found in them. We reached the cabinet with a bunch of old audio cassettes, and the lawyer of Stavitskaya, who played in his youth in the rock annsmble on drums, suggested: “Maybe we will listen?” The chief estimated, muttered: "No need!" Zoin husband said: “And take them with you, should such a tape recorder be preserved on Lubyanka? And then I still can’t get them to the summer residence. ”

Meanwhile, in the courtyard and on the stairs of the sympathetic, probably a person of 40 (part changed) - acquaintances and unfamiliar, journalists and just like that. At first they did not want to take packages with food, then they still accepted it, but they didn’t eat officials for 10 hours and refused tea: “We are at work.” All this time they followed the furnishings on the stairs over the Internet online. Nobody burst at the door idle, only one paparazzi broke through, and the main one immediately demanded that he give the phone: “If you refuse to obey a legal order, I will call the tough ones.” The devil knows him, who were “tough”: fortunately, they did not come to them. Sometimes the masks changed: finding the protocol of the interrogation of the 1982 Lights in the box in the box, the main one (the colonel, probably), blossomed: it turns out that his colleagues were still hello.

When by night the investigation event ended and twelve, hiding the face in collars and hoods, dematerialized, friends from the stairs burst into the light of the light and arranged a feast. Zoya says that now it would be necessary to consecrate the apartment. Let it not be offended (the general concept of this note is agreed with it), but here not to pass by the image of the poet Ivan the Bezdomny, who, as we recall, was stopped in Griboedov with a candle and a paper icon.

Yes, I almost forgot: at the very beginning there was still a camera. Entering the apartment with deceit (supposedly for the presentation of the agenda) certified her as an official one, but judging by the fact that she soon disappeared, this service is some kind of something else: soon we will see, probably, by some NTV, as, covering his essence with a night robe, Svetov’s agent is resisting the “Soviet regime”. I would even tell the “colleagues” the genre: this is a carnival-in the sense in which the world-famous Soviet philosopher and culturologist Mikhail Bakhtin described “carnival-laughing culture”.

Only the Cat of the Hippo was not enough, but the dog, however, was. Svetova took her from the shelter, she was not official, hid under the sofa and almost described herself, requested into the courtyard. Presumably the colonel went to accompany the daughter with the dog. From the auditorium, we understand without words what he was supposed to feel like an idiot. But only on condition that he is indeed not an idiot. And this is precisely the main question on the merits.

Criteria for common sense, a search from journalist Zoe Light regarding “laundering Khodorkovsky’s money” does not answer. Anyone who knows (and in the FSB, we suppose, there must be a dossier even on Zoe's parents), understands that she is a kind “professor player”: that is, not about that at all. She herself believes that this is revenge for her old campaigns in the Lefortovo FSB insulator when she was still a member of the PMC. So from there, with the help of the maneuver of the Public Chamber, behind which the hand of special services is also clearly visible, has already been put up. And if they just scare it, it is somehow not scary-maybe because it is painfully funny. And - who scares?

There are two versions: not just foolish, or some sophisticated mind that we are all used to attributing to internal intelligence. These versions, however, can be combined: at the level of performers - nonsense, they themselves are soldered, and at the level of puppeteers a multi -way combination. This is indicated by the choice of the object: I have no doubt, the well -known and this fame of the protected figure, in my kindness, in general, harmless and evoking sympathy. The noise that rose as a result around the world was impossible not to calculate in advance-if at least someone who knows how to count was left there.

The carnival of Bakhtin is not at all just jokes, here the laughter is legally adjacent to the terrible and wild, and Bulgakov’s entertainer is not torn off his head. This regime does not mean at all that there is nothing to be afraid of light. Participants may not realize that it is a carnival, or understand it only by some part of consciousness. But nevertheless, the laughter here wins fear, and this victory is not divided by the FSB, according to the department of which, according to the memo compiled at the end, “played ...”, 6 out of 10 visitors passed 6 (plus two “specialists”, minus the witnesses).

I’m not afraid to be known as a fool (in the carnival, a fool often turns out to be smart), but it seems to me that this circus was not presented to the public, especially not the Kremlin where such an arthouse is unlikely to appreciate, but to some “amusements”. The general conclusion is this: power actions, without losing their cruelty and danger to specific victims, nevertheless turn into a booth, into a Shapito. And Shapito is always temporary.