We all look at the chameleons

Valeria Novodvorskaya - about the mass "molting" of the intelligentsia

“Two -legged creatures are millions, we all look at the Napoleons,” Pushkin said. The poet thought too well about humanity.

Napoleon is a symbol of good luck, but also great risk. Nowadays, the eyes turn in a completely different direction. With the beginning of the Putin era, many journalists, “rejection” and non -conformists began Link. Democrats, liberals, Westerners fed to statesmen, conservatives and traditionalists. And all this pragmatically thinking reed rose against those crumbs of civilization, European values ​​and desires to learn from the West, which the unfortunate country managed to choose in a short Yeltsin era, today called “fatal” and “tragic” just those who cleaned Yeltsin’s boots and served slippers. In the pink times of the Putin premiere, when the future president seemed to some a cute and shy applicant and looked for the location of the intelligentsia, he wrapped in Pen-Center <...> by the time Putin’s visit, the 2nd Chechen was already going on, and there were no people who would approve of these rivers of blood and all this caricatural imperialism. But when Putin reached the Old Writing Chambers, it turned out that the rulers of the Dumas hid public indignation in his pocket, and Russian television showed a touching scene of the fraternity of ideological opponents, a successor and writers, on a velvet sofa. He was taken to the toilet to show that plumbing flows and that it was completely impossible to soak anyone there. He was asked for a new premises and security for writing dachas in Peredelkino. The premises have not yet been given, as they had not received the mercy of the walkers from NTV, who once went to Putin, who had already sentenced the channel to the highest degree. The authorities do not draw the capitulants and does not vibly feed the bloomers. And in this free licking of the Yanychars-Kremlin heels-a special secret, sweet, cherished secret of slaughter. I do not think that Fedor Bondarchuk, the son of a great director, who set the “steppe” and “war and peace”, will receive something for his entry into United Russia. Films will not help him to put either Putin or Gryzlov. But the title of “Fedya-Sel-Medveda” in the gathering image of the director in the “Drytnik Day” from V. Sorokin, he has already been awarded. Of all our Pen-Center, his human rights tasks are performed by one Alexander Tkachenko, the rest of the sports step retired to the nearest bushes. It happens worse. The poet from the cohort of the Polytechnic 60s Yunna Moritz wrote a poem to the death of the “Holy Righteous” Milosevich, who went into another world from the “Devil Berlogg” “Carla”. The air of time is obviously very contagious. But what is this infection? Weakening of immunity against low worship, sovereign, isolationism? The poet Evgeny Rhine, a sophisticated Estete, the enemy of Stalinism, translated the Virshi Turkmenbashi, Tiran in Cuba, Stalin of our days, and was justified by the fact that these are wonderful verses. I wonder who in Austria or Germany will now want to put and sell Hitler's paintings? Who in Italy will be taught at the universities of journalism based on the materials of the articles Benito Mussolini? It has already reached a revision of the history of Russia for demand for today. There were cunning historians who dug up that Nicholas I (equally hated by the Russian liberals of the XIX -XX centuries and Soviet historiography), it turns out, was an excellent king, the first among the nobles equal to him. In the Maly Theater, where under Yeltsin there was a very tough play by Solzhenitsyn “The Feast of the Winners”, where the author takes the defense of the ROA and reproaches the NKVD, Ostrovsky will go in the original interpretation: False Dmitry, who gave freedom, is the enemy, and the insignificant Shuisky is the great king. (It was said about him by A.K. Tolstoy: “Vasily ascended the throne, but soon we asked him to go down with all the earth.”)

Another example of the latter. The poor, lonely, cut by the "soldier mothers" of the Ministry of Defense decided to equip a certain public committee to protect against the public. The second line of defense. From the enemies of the "utility", according to Kuprin. Fortunately, the enemies of the “United” are long the leisure fiction of our military structures that had fallen asleep back in 1945. The Committee included the great actor and director, but the amateur in the politics of N. Mikhalkov, and the Cardinal’s guards (if Putin was equated to Richelieu) M. Boyarsky, and the author of the “hundred days before the order” Yu. Polyakov, who smeared the Soviet Army, and now calling to take the most valuable of its experience. I’m not talking about human rights defenders who either throw Putin with cones as a satrap and adversaries, then they sit with him in the Palace of Congresses or take a basket of flower on his birthday in front of the cameras, which their glorious predecessors Yu. Orlov, V. Bukovsky, A. Ginzburg have never done. And it cannot be said that the Polonium has already become a national drink, as popular as kvass; And they shot not even every tenth. Where does such a panic come from? Why do the democrats pass “rebranding” and work with the Kremlin rugs, rushing from all their feet to the Kremlin to moss up about extremism with the president, will he wink a little? After all, the current regime does not hold on bayonets, but on political off -road, fools and partly on the applause of the fornicent wise men.

Almost 90 years ago, the deputy of the Duma Purishkevich said from the rostrum: "It is not Rasputin, but the profligacy." Remove the "races" from the surname and marvel at the seniority of the ancestors.

First published in NT No. 6 of March 19, 2007