Course for Lubok

Blurry triumphs, but has not yet received political assignment

1930. The Oberiuts made the last appeal. All literary and artistic groups are defeated. Rapp received a directive for propaganda. Bulgakov’s plays were removed from the repertoire of theaters. Maxim Gorky submitted. Mayakovsky shot himself. In order to understand in which we turned out to be an aesthetic situation, we need to read the memoirs about the 30s: Kaverin, Schwartz, Zoshchenko-they clearly and in detail described how the country suddenly found himself in the power of bad taste, how to go out at least on the street by educated and talented people ... and how quickly the ugly was put on the rails of propaganda. But, most importantly, as from a marginal popularful culture, she suddenly became an official.

To whom it is, and it is primarily unpleasant for me to look at today's Russia.

In terms of aesthetics, we are now entering at the time of the year of the 30th, when the old and revolutionary art was driven under the shkka, because it did not want to serve the state mashmash. Lubok wished and blossomed.

Under Stalin, art, too, did not turn into propaganda in a moment - this was preceded by the crowding out of a solid and, most importantly, diverse culture. The first years of the proletarian revolution were marked by a surge of cultural and aesthetic diversity, which bribed a lot of talented people. However, soon the lower culture drove off the talents, took their places and then took up propaganda.

In Russia, this very period of establishing propaganda on the basis of Lubka is now underway. Talent and diversity have already been squeezed out from everywhere. The TV is completely given to the common culture, which easily agreed to propaganda. The bad taste of the same way took possession of the radio and achieved to displace from the concert venues of any interesting musicians. Theaters are not brilliant directors, but helpful actors and writers. Mashkov, Mironov, Bezrukov received a theater, Kalyagin holds etcetera, Prilepin and Boyakov captured the Moscow Art Theater. They climbed even to the classic theater: look at Gergiev, Matsuev. We read about the latter on Wikipedia - "Pianist and public figure." Some kind of oxymoron.

Previously, pianists played in concert halls, but now they will rewrite the constitution.

At the beginning of the third decade of the system, all any educated and cultural people faced a new test. They now have to find out on themselves what the pre -revolutionary intellectuals and the former bohemia, faced with the approval of Lubca. For some, this aesthetic conflict with reality will be the most difficult experience. For me - for sure. We have an irresistible aesthetic disagreement with the established system. While some kind of variety of cultural landscape was still preserved, it was possible to turn a blind eye to bad taste. Races and Lubka were then afraid of our rejection and were dressed as they could: remember how the whole political establishment today listened to McCartney on Red Square and tried to sit next to Makarevich? Now they are no longer a row and are not ashamed of their tastes, because they have erected them into state status.

It is one thing when the gray -up and for handouts of theaters dance on the TV, like the devils from the snuffbox, jump out with a approving paw stretching upward. It is completely different when they sit in a pseudo -constitutional assembly and represent them as an elite society clothed with trust. And when the Prime Minister writes songs for Grigory Leps and composes ditties. Listen to the tragic phrase from the article in Vedomosti: “The Federal Tax Service’s employees at the initiative of Mishustin began to conduct cabbages where the hits are sung and perform ditties.”

In 2020, the variety of art will be officially left. Everything except Lubka will be sent to the underground. Bow is triumphantly triumphantly, but still did not receive political assignment. He will receive it soon. Today Leps sings to Mishustin's music about love. Tomorrow he will form about his homeland, and radio stations will be required to put him on the air. And all theaters are ordered to play Prilepin's plays. We will not have time to turn around how only one role will be left by flies of art - propaganda.