Urby Et Sorrow

Maybe someday they really look at each other in the face - these two Russia. So different, so different, as if from different planets. Such, as it were, are more precise, mutually exclusive.

No, I'm not about those who, respectively, sat and planted. Poets tend to be mistaken, especially great poets, unreasonably, sacredly and firmly convinced that, by their word, historical justice will sometimes be performed. And that she looks like this: the one who was sitting looks into the eyes of the one who was planted, and the unfortunate executioner takes his eyes and repents, the head of the guilty is heavy. This sometimes happens in the courts, like the Nuremberg, but even there, there are twenty invigorators for one member of the duster.

I mean two other Russia. Compatriots, correctly and incorrectly mourning - and here again, clarification is necessary. It's not about those scandalous events when good people, having learned about the plane crash, experience a sudden surge of gloating. We are talking about other events that cause sincere or insincere pain in different people, and how they express these feelings.

It happens that it is wrong, as after the death of Boris Nemtsov. Gathering at the site of the murder in the night after the crime and arranging a march that was barely permitted by the authorities in memory of the deceased every other day, and a year, and two years later, and now. Bringing a lawlessly memorial at the Kremlin walls, which the authorities are forced to demolish in constant mode, and then still arrange the repair of the bridge, although there is nothing to repair there. In short, plunging into the troubles of very busy people, starting from senior Kremlin employees and ending with simple workers, simple cops, simple bonds.

And it happens that people grieve correctly. That is, according to the order, at the command of the administration, local and ubiquitous, at the call of generous intakes from the site Massovki.net, paying a torn three -ladder by a chervonian old money in one hand. They grieve as they celebrate, and the same citizens are known for the anniversary of the accession to the anniversary of the accession that the same citizens flocked that they gathered at rallies of protest against terror yesterday.

It comes to the point that the same people are able to grieve and the confusion, but this is the highest degree of state ministry, this is already an astral. People deprived of these universal talents are simply to where they were driven. And they work out the agenda.

It is ordered to rejoice - rejoice. It is ordered to brand - stigmatized. It is ordered to grieve - mourn. In any weather.

These two Russia, appeal, will someday get acquainted with each other and talk. Is it true that if, for free I went to Nemtsov a bridge and even fought with ours, who commanded us? Why? Well, is it not a moron? And you really for a torn three -wing chervonets or for fear was ready to wave flags and yell all sorts of nonsense or put the flowers where to say where? Wasn't you ashamed? How to whom? Well, before the dead, if only if you were driven to mourn them? What a disgrace.

Yes, I want to believe that someday they really look into each other's eyes - these two Russia. The one that was driven, and the one that was dispersed. After all, we have more modest dreams than the great poets, and we do not expect that the executioners will be punished and ashamed, and during life, the rehabilitated and relatives of the dead will be pleased with the triumph of justice and, perhaps, ashamed will forgive.

We hope that people are essentially good, but too, something disciplined, crushed and touched, they will cease to feel like rams in the herd and feel like people. We believe that these dreams and hopes are realistic. But we are probably mistaken.

Why, in fact, they are to see and be ashamed if they did nothing wrong with. They did not join anyone, did not kill and did not wave a nuclear bomb either. This adult uncles in the Kremlin allowed themselves all sorts of geopolitical rudeness. And they behaved like children and obeyed the elders.

Well, yes, on average these kids were good for forty, or even more, but it was such a game for those who are looking for a dad before gray hair and easily performs different commands. He jumps with a goat, twists, hates the enemy. What to take from them and what another Russia intends to see in their eyes, when Putings can be canceled as unnecessary and it will be possible to go to the square again at the behest of the heart, and not because they will expel, they will not give money, they will not give money?

The idea creeps up that they will never agree on anything. For the reason that they will not understand why these were left if there were no orders, but these would not befall, how could they have enthusiastically and sadden when they really were before the lantern. As a result, two Russia will look at each other, take a sigh, put their shoulders, sleep and disperse - until new meetings, in other generations, with new leaders. Painfully recalling where they had seen before. But they will not recall and scatter again: mourning correctly and wrong. Who is on a rally, some in Puting.