Attribute to the window and release

The fathers whom the grandfathers regretted today deal with their sons. What are the courts of millennials talking about

1987. The specialist promises an dysbat, "and this is much worse than the prison." The captain without a surname, with the Suzdal-Vladimir eyes, Rus Vasilkovaya herself, and his dialect was the same-simple, rustic and creepy, who did not leave hopes. My battalion commander Major Balakirev, Leningraded, saved me. I don’t know what he said to the individual who was sitting at the headquarters, but everyone heard how and what he screamed when he burst into the guard (the guardhouse was under guard No. 1), he heard his virtuoso matrix.

My battalion commander was a descendant of the great Russian composer Milia Balakirev, the leader of a mighty pile (good name for the creative intelligentsia!). I don’t remember exactly whether the battalion commander and I spoke about his relatives, but only then, years later, I read that Miliy Alekseevich was crazy at the end of his life: he would find a bug in bed and with affectionate words would take it to the window, let him go. And all my doubts about their kinship scattered. I was that bug, and I would have slammed me without asking my last name. The battalion commander took me to the window.

In 1985, before the army, to me, a sortone of the Ural State University, threatened the inevitable deduction-due to a tough conflict, first with the vice-rector of the university, and then with the chairman of the trade union committee. Saved the dean Valery Cesyunin. Also, by the way, the Leningrad (interestingly, then it was almost a quality mark in public). Cesyunin had left us for a long time, the vice -rector and the trade union committee broke into large people. And after the army, in 1988, not only my then dean Boris (Bob) Lozovsky saved me: we stood in a chain in front of the military department building and did not let anyone into it, including officers.

They, who served, wanted to drive us to the military, so that the lieutenants who did not smell gunpowder taught us to pull the sock.

Now these flights and shells stood in front of us. And Lozovsky fought with the rector - for us. We won the time: we were supported by philosophers, historians, biologists. The threat of expulsion is removed. Even earlier, the architectural institute began to strike, and behind us, other universities in Sverdlovsk. Student protests captured Tomsk (he was the first), Novosibirsk, Irkutsk, Tartu, Riga, Tashkent, Kyiv, Leningrad, Moscow. We won: for us, a visit to the “military men” made voluntary, and we grew long pacifist hair and beards.

These were the first massive student unrest in the USSR. Soon such a country was gone.

And she also did not become because we were regretted then. In China, in 1989, students on Tiananmen Square were wound on the tracks of tanks, and we (now, after life, this is very clearly visible and understandable)-exactly what they regretted. They understood that this pity would come out sideways, and yet ...

Sorry for the autobiographical details, but here without them: this note is not about politics, but about biology and purely our intrapersonal problems. There are no generations: what can I have in common with people who are now giving orders to cord youth? But the thing is that they, one of the year of birth (plus or minus), now do not explain anything, because they are well remembered by all thanks to general physical details and medical facts-birth in the same air, childhood on the same books and growing up, when the cops stopped taking in the near-stove for politics, for songs and dances, for demonstrations on the streets, when students were returned from the barracks (this year, by the way, 30 years old, by the way, 30 years old, by the way, 30 years old. To the decree of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, signed by M.S. Gorbachev), but they could grind the troops from Afghanistan ...

Why are they now - those who in their youth have not been ground into dust - make a completely different choice and start the millstone?

So, they will say that the 90s do not repeat.

Yes, even if our generation ended up with nothing. And you can argue whether the nation and the people have been preserved, but at least interpersonal relations remained, honest biographies remained, and we, current fathers (then sons) and grandfathers (then fathers), can look into each other's eyes and communicate. Our fathers did not disappoint. But with our generation, apparently, the problem - then we could not, like sons, and now, being fathers.

Everyone probably seems to everyone that children are identical to degradation. That this is a disaster, not children, that they have a different development of frontal shares, etc. Everyone always wants to stop them, and if you do not destroy in wars, not to rot in prisons, then you will certainly redirect the energy of youth. There was a Carthage, but their own children were sacrificed, or even used in a sacred meal, not only in it and not only in Phenicia - almost throughout the Mediterranean. And further north. There is a mythology of Athens and Rome, there was Goya, who painted his villa and the dining room in it with wonderful frescoes, from one of which the wild eyes of a distraught humanoid monster rests on you. This is "Saturn, devouring his son." But, they say, Saturn, he is Kronos, who had fanned his father with a sickle and took his sister in his wife, sitting on the throne, swallowed - into the salvation of this throne - his own children, without chewing. In Goya, the touched pagan monster tears his son's flesh with his teeth, he has already gobbled up his head and right hand, now he torments his left hand.

There are, you see, the nuances in the eternal plot. In how to destroy children.

Fear of children is a horror of the future, not to get rid of him, he is natural, no one will ever agree to be silent to the manure for children - let them move, pivot, bloom; But you can be afraid of them in different ways. With varying degrees of dignity. And as a result: either hear the ironic “ok, boomer”, or to be alone with ice, talk with ice, try to guess if the ice despises you. He wrote in “New” about Soviet fascists, as in my school in Kurgan in November 1981, tenth graders went into politics under the swastika.

The affairs of the “New Greatness”, “Network” ( the organization was recognized as terrorist and banned in Russia - ed. ), Barca - games in the sandbox compared to the story, but what were the regime countermeasures? The Nazis were expelled from the Komsomol. And all. Everyone was given to study at school, and who wanted to, freely entered universities, including pedagogical. Someone was imprisoned, but much later and not for beliefs, but for a particular crime, for murders.

I do not compare anyone with anyone, we are talking about biological reactions. Under Stalin, these children would be hot in camps or shot. And what? Has he froze the country for a long time?

But there were Decembrists. Yes, then for a long time. By the way, about them. The Ministry of Internal Affairs, special services, the judicial corps should be obliged to study the article “Psychological content of adolescence” by Professor Katerina Polivanova, published back in the 90s. There are the features of the expansion of the Decembrists' behavior, analyzed by Yuri Lotman (“Decembrist in everyday life”): converged. About entering a secret society, which made it possible to differ from vulgar humanity, an increase in the role of a gesture in everyday life, about speech activity as the main form of action, about the “unity of style” and the desire to consider all actions as iconic, non -recognition of the rituals and rules of light, etc. The similarity is explained.

In short, this is romance; The ideality of the ideas of a young man is curling up for him the whole diversity of the world before his correspondence to the ideal.

All actions become a text facing the ideal. (See the last word of Yegor Zhukov.) What is this extremism?

Of course, you can relate to romanticism in different ways (it poured into Italian fascism, and hunveibins, and in red khmers), but if the country is already in the ass, then you can’t get out of it without young romantics, without their faith and idealism.

Let them be bugs for you. Well, take them to the window. And lie down to sleep, the failed generation.

Political reasons what is happening in Russia is no longer explainable. A hopeless technological, civilizational loss and abandonment of the world force to cling to biology, for the pop -up prehistoric ice. The last Soviet were able to rise above the reflexes and allowed the children to demolish them. And the current Russian - live in caves and pray to the wheel. Greta Tunberg is impossible in Russia, and in the West it is quite, therefore we live differently, and our prospects are different.

But adults always lose to children. The universe is always for children. And every paternal fortress will fall. Don't you feel the inequalities of all earthly votes in favor of a new overgrown, all of their unstable choir? These screams and screams always mean a little more, so they listen to them somewhere there. In addition to direct life circumstances, there is something else in them. These are highlighted sounds, voices flying in italics.