Mark Solonin: "Sniffed"

“Once upon a time, in the summer of 1977, our construction team built something out of a brick on a collective farm, whose names I couldn’t remember anymore. The construction site was behind the outskirts, and the solution of which I was assigned to that day, demanded water. I went with buckets in a nearby pigsty. So I went, with a cheerful step, with two buckets. He suffered his breath and ran through the puddles of the wet pork to the cranes .

"And what to do? My combat comrades need a solution, and for the solution you need water, but I can’t ... The problem solved the problem of the problem, the world-browning Russian women. Having lost good, they took pity on the" city ", and even found two empty buckets for me. So everything was folded and arranged in the reservoir: I sat down inside the buckets, then filled them with water, after which it was filled with water, after I ran inward and dragged my prey to the mixer.

The work was getting better, the solution was measured measuredly in the drum, and I stood nearby and thought. About women. How are they there? Hours, days, years? How do they return home with such aroma, to husbands and children? Sniffed, got used to it? How can you get used to it?

It turns out - you can. The scandal, which arose after known chants in the Isakievsky Cathedral , is interesting not so much by its content (well, they sang a song about mass mobility against the backdrop of images, business, and the followed reaction.

The audience in the hall - as far as you can judge by the video - patted. Calmly so, without much zeal, but patted. The conductor bowed at duty and received his duty bouquet. There was no whistle, no screams of “bravo”, no screams “shame!” Conductor and artistic director, honored cultural figure of the Russian Federation, director of the Church School named after Glinka, answering the question of the correspondent, first called the unsuccessful "d ... mi" (this is a quote). Then, however, he changed his anger to mercy and even condescended to explanation. It turns out that everything is much worse than you thought at first:

"I found this song a long time ago in the bard of the bard songs. In those years in the Great Hall of the Philharmonic, annual concerts were held for the Day of the Navy. We performed it there 8-10 years ago. Admirals and a counter-admirals with their families were sitting in the hall. For submariners to hear a comic song dedicated to their profession, there was nothing, besides the jokes, nothing, nothing, nothing. No, no policy ... "

Not the first time. The admirals, their wives and mothers were happy to hear a song about their profession. The song is comic. What humor is not said, but you can guess: the lyrical hero is ready to incinerate American blacks with American children (“Tired toys are sleeping, blacks are sleeping quietly”) for three rubles, but today, in rising from the knees of Russia, they pay any more ... no politics, just a joke of humor. By March 8th, in the same temple, we will sing "Oi-Lulya, Trud-Laly, to suck in three rubles." Achotakova?

How did we get to such a life? Slow and simple. Jews left. The Germans left, by an entire people. The Poles and the Greeks left. Georgians left, a whole country. Armenia, Lithuania, Estonia left ... Millions of Russians left, those who knew something or at least wanted something. People left, who, in their masses, were neither great sages nor brilliant creators, but by the very fact of their presence nearby, with their "behavioral reactions" held the country from collapse to the Wild of the Horde Asian. And there were those who have long and irrevocably sniffed. That's all. "