
Venice of the scandalit, not wanting to award the minister with the title of Honoris Causa, and he writes this Venice with Mantia to his home - and now the welcoming owner turns into an Italian honorary doctor. The haters and envious people in Russia, calling him an ignoramus, strive to deprive our academic degree, and he will like it in the face: you are Soviet censors who have destroyed Pasternak. These screams are not fattened, trying to convene a dissertation council either at the University of Ural, then at the Belgorod, or even at the Histress of Moscow State University, but there, the minister is captured and the slanderers are rebuffed. The expert council of the Higher Attestation Commission votes for depriving his doctoral degree, but he does not give up, proudly refusing to comment and waiting for the penalty of the penultimate authority - the Presidium of the VAK. Or the most last, represented by the Minister of Education Olga Vasilyeva, who has already expressed bewilderment of what was happening, saying that a colleague is not a plagiature. Although even enemies do not accuse him of plagiarism.
Now it suddenly opens that two of the three dissertations mentioned in the abstract never read it, and the third died and also probably did not read it, but the minister is ready for such a turn in a fight with the enemies. He takes out a freshly trump card from the sleeve . Say, what does these doctors-professors, who were also traitors, have to do with it? There is a real abstract with real opponents, and those alive and departed, forget how the minister forgot them forever yesterday. And do not believe yourself if you remember that so far he has waving, fighting off the adversaries, namely his old dissertation stored in the RSL. For the story is either true, that is, a minister, or a referred, teaches us, and here is just the case. The Doctor of Historical Sciences gives us a visual lesson of a tireless struggle against falsifiers.
Of course, if you look at the many years of Medinsky’s many years for their scientists Tsatski from the outside, then this story will appear to be a chronicle of some endless shame. But this is a superficial look, not taking into account the truly heroic nature of the struggle. And he fights like a lion, exhausting in the battle, but not retreating even in those situations that seem completely hopeless.
Take, for example, the scandal in Venice, when the local academic community rose first against his statements on different topics against the coming honorary doctor, learning about his statements on different topics, then Italian journalists joined - and it rushed. In addition, Medinsky was suspected with the philosophers who rewarded him and in corruption , but it seems that the philosophers managed to fight back, and the minister scornfully dismissed the accusations. It was possible to withstand this only to a person who did not know any fears, no doubts, or other chimera, such as shame and conscience, and he, as it were more sweaty, withstand this test with honor. At the same time, confirming one of its most important patriotic vital postulates - about the fact that Russia is not Europe, so it was pointless to translate the phrase of the “Minister of Culture of the Russian Federation” into Italian. This phrase could only believe.
It is worthy of admiration and perseverance with which Vladimir Rostislavovich confronts the hordes of exposure to him. After all, what delights most of all. It is easy to fight back when you really wrote and defended the dissertation corresponding to the scientific canons. And when you wrote that nonsense, which enemies quote with pleasure, while vigorously deny history as science and with opponents you have problems described in the Criminal Code, then go protect yourself.
The other would have fallen into sin of despondency, confessed everything and asked, or something, forgiveness - but not Medinsky! He does not lose heart, does not confess and spend his days in cruel contractions with liberal censors, and this makes a strong impression. Even in our times, when nothing seems to be hit, the Minister of Culture of the Russian Federation is something unique. He is already driven from science on the door, and he rests and tirelessly storms the windows.
True, they can still drive him - both from the doctors, and even from the post that he still occupies. And the point is not in the dissertation, but in some, albeit very bizarre, the rules of decency, sometimes observed at the top. So they kicked Astakhov, and not for the fact that the dirty tricks said by the miraculously saved girl, but because in the lips of the Commissioner for the Rights of the Child, the dirty tricks sounded too loudly.
It also comes out with Medinsky. If at least someone, a crooked dissertation of none of the highest authorities would not be interested in. However, Vladimir Rostislavovich serves the Minister of Culture, and the authorities probably frown slightly, listening to the noise and roar that he produces when he discusses with historians.
The career of the governor does not at all interfere with the incident with a journalist, whom he ordered either to beat or kill. The head of the Investigative Committee only decorates the incident with the editor, whom he exported to the forest. If something similar were listed behind Medinsky, we would not have been worried about his future. The troubles with the dissertation forces to worry - both the highest authorities, and the doctor of sciences, and all of us who follow his fate. They can eventually dismiss, and then the star of the Minister of the Keep will roll up. However, they can be transferred somewhere, for example, they will throw them to the security for strengthening - then the dissertation will not hurt. And only it will help in promotion, there are many of them.
Nevertheless, he must pay tribute right now. These fighting qualities of his fighting qualities and selflessness in the fight against restless falsifiers. This hard -stone in defending their inalienable rights to speak and write anything. This fantastic skill is never ashamed of nothing. Let us pay tribute to the minister, not yet late.