In defense of the hammer and sickle

Of all the contradictions of our life, the most acute is between the passions of those in power to seem at the same time the Soviet Union of the times of Stalin's greatness, boiled on the bones of prisoners, and the Russian Empire - imagined, like the island of Crimea by Vasily Aksenov, or long dead, like under Alexander III.

I would like to be at the same time, as it were, socialists, inscribing the distribution of money to the poor in the Constitution, and, as it were, right-wing conservatives and nationalists, not allowing leftist bends and cosmopolitan twists.

But it is difficult to build a Russian world - Pax Rossica a la the empire of Alexander III: real rebels are needed so that the inner people rise up against them - its taciturn harsh majority.

Where to get these rebels?

Security officers are working tirelessly to create extremist organizations. But it turns out really bad. They are offended that neither the terrible “Network” (an organization banned in the Russian Federation) nor the “New Greatness” exist in nature: they were drawn on paper by those who were ordered to fight extremism where there is no smell of extremism. We have to attack activist Olga Shalina and detain her for 10 days for a photo almost twenty years ago in which Shalina wears a hammer and sickle badge.

How can you come up with this? A few days ago, I handed over to the detective an explanatory note about the circumstances of writing the post, which I published on Facebook on October 29 last year. That post disappeared a few hours later, but was nevertheless copied by some citizens, and for the fourth month now these citizens have been writing letters to the authorities complaining that I called the Russian language miserable and cesspool, and the Russian Federation - a country that has gone wild.

Could the epithet “cesspool”, which I used in relation to the Russian media, evoke such a response? Everyone seems to like the word, including many cesspoolers. How many institutions the people managed to assign the title of "cesspool" - after all, do not count!

Reading the letters, I involuntarily recalled a quotation from Lenin, which was popular in its time, about Russified foreigners who always overdo it in terms of a truly Russian mood. And there are two groups.

The leader of one for me is Mr. V.A. Ibragimov from Kursk. His letter with threats and a rather student image of the male penis - that such “pseudo-Azeris” like me prevent the silent “foreigners” in Russia from assimilation, because because of me, which is good, suspicion may fall on all Azerbaijanis in insufficient loyalty.

Another group of letters is addressed not to me personally, but to public opinion. Among them, two stand out in particular. One was signed by a person perhaps no more famous than Ibragimov from Kursk, a certain Amiram Grigorov, who tasked his Facebook readers with kicking me out of my teaching job for “the sheer malice of an enraged herbivore.” True, already in the next passage he lowers me in zoological taxonomy:

“If this encephalitic tick remains a “mentor of the young”, we absolutely definitely have no future.”

Judging by his Facebook posts, Amiram Grigorov does not favor Jews and Azerbaijanis. Instead of compassion and good medical advice, his friends publicly offer Mr. Grigorov their criminal services, such as arranging an accident for me on my way to work.

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The ruby ​​symbol of Mars burns above the Spasskaya Tower.

A girl with a hammer and sickle sits in a Moscow detention center in an old photograph. The star of Russian propaganda, having probably been poisoned by cesspool gas, dressed up as a toothy vampiress at this halluin of ours - at the protracted commemoration of the USSR and the empire of Alexander III.