Khuke. Putin in the mirror

My friends write to me that they are crushed and humiliated.

My Fredena cries and grumbles.

My eldest son curses and covers Tereshkov.

And the younger laughs. He is 16, and he saw the “noble rage of the old intellectual” in a coffin - how so?! Yes. As if everything was not clear 10 years ago. You complain that there are no more laws? But the law is a will, the law - this is not to me , but I want . You all stabbed everything in the 90s, what can I say now. That's when we really want to have laws, then they will be.

So in my kitchen there is a novel of education. Education of me, of course. And I, remembering the 90s, feel like a dragonfly-did you sing everything? Because here it is - winter, not that she rolls into the eyes, but already rolls. And it promises to be long, and no reserves.

I don’t think about Putin today - you know why? Very boring. Remember this famous question at the beginning of the epic - Who is Mister Putin? Now it’s completely clear - what. This is the one to whom the fantastically interesting work has driven up - imagine, you are planted in a place where you can do everything. Here is a giant country, which has never been controlled normally and that can be turned into paradise, a country with incredibly talented people ready to build roads, plants, hospitals, universities, to invent such things from which the world will gasp. You can say: everyone, enough, suffers, let's ask for forgiveness from everyone we have so manic killed in the twentieth century, worship their dust, call the executioners to the executioners - and turn this page. You can tell your neighbors - do not be afraid, we no longer need yours - and start collecting this fascinating Lego, the beautiful Russia of the future, where everyone is free, each penny goes to development - imagine what country you will have in 10 years, when you leave your post - without taking a single state ruble and leaving the flowering field of young politicians who grew up with you, bold and free? You would have gone, covered in glory, and rushed to do something interesting, which you never had enough time for. But instead you call your friends of youth, sit down at the table and start to eat. You begin to eat the country, its bowels, its forests, its rivers, and everything that slows down the process of chewing, just sweeping away from the table - rural hospitals and libraries, clubs, factories, schools, kindergartens, scientific institutions, laboratories. You will rumble quite when young and smart leave the country - they will no longer stop you from eating, and they will rush to the asphalt from the inside.

This is very boring. It was not without reason that Dostoevsky presented hell in the form of a bathhouse with spiders. The endless raking of wealth in his pocket is the same bathhouse, an infinitely boring thing, lifetime death - by the way, clearly emerging on faces.

Yes, everything was clear for a long time - both when NTV was killed, and when they strangled NPOs - “foreign agents”, and when the museums of the Gulag were closed, and when they planted scientists behind the “GOSTINE” from open sources, and when the Chekists again began to eat fellow citizens for money and officials, the absurd “extremist affairs” were fabricated: the cat’s tail was cut off in parts. The last demonstrative beatings of the people on the streets were already a purely theatrical effect - before summing up the last line. She was let down on March 10.

The last demonstrative beatings of the people on the streets were already a purely theatrical effect - before summing up the last line. She was let down on March 10.

No, this is not about the fact that the bottom has been achieved - the real bottom, of course, is ahead, and what happened is not a zeroing of the presidential terms (I am also news!), This is a zeroing of illusions. It is not the illusions that he will leave, but that he will bother with the construction of scenery for his endless power. - It will not, does not consider it necessary. For me, this is a sign of the greatest contempt for the people, I would even say, Russophobia - yes, the word is too vile.

In fact, the matter, of course, is not in it. Berdyaev has an article “On Holy of Honor”, my beloved, where he explains the formula of another philosopher, Konstantin Leontiev, that a Russian person can be a saint, but cannot be honest. Honesty is a European ideal, quite achievable: work on conscience, do not deceive anyone, and it will be good for you and everything around. Holiness is our ideal, so high that the peaks can not be seen: unattainable. “It often seems to the Russian person that, if you can’t be a saint and rise to a superhuman height, it is better to stay in the Pvinsky state, it is not so important whether to be a fraudster or honest,” writes Berdyaev. But these words directly seem to be a commentary on all Athos clubs that our officials love to create: “The Russian person will rob and cash in unclean ways, but at the same time he will never read the material wealth with the highest value ... In the depths of his soul, he revere herself before holiness and seeks salvation from the saints, their mediation.”

Yes, and today honesty is not our ideal. He was not ours yesterday, and the day before yesterday. Even the Klyuchevsky historian, describing the structure of life in Rus' somewhere in the XVII, noticed that no matter how they moaned from the bribe taker-growers, but even more hated the one who did not take bribes: you will bring money to him, but the necessary paper, and the approach is incomprehensible to this-and all things stop. If anything has changed since the 17th century, so that perhaps a currency course.

But it's not about bribes. If everyone alone with him completely, honestly asks himself: I would like to suddenly take everything around by magical allocation and earn completely transparent, without deception and by law? I would like to? .. That's it. Because everyone has some kind of alphabet in life to squeeze a little bypassing the rules. Here all go according to the sign, and here we cut off the corner a little and we are ahead of someone. When they are ahead of us, we complain about injustice, but we are still not ready to part with our slit. At least to build a linden inspection for a car - and that joy, even if a friend of a friend without a talon, go to a doctor. With our minds, we understand that the law is good and correct, but somewhere in the liver, a cautious peasant feeling is stirring: it is so, but it would be better to leave a lasey.

Therefore, having talked at the metro with an unfamiliar girl about the scurry of the deadlines, I was not surprised when she, a supporter of the eternal Putin, said - well, of course, the constitution is violated, but you know, there are exceptional cases when it is worth closing her eyes. And she led her hands at her eyes for clarity.

It is clear that exceptional cases become a rule.

It is also clear that it is not possible to directly call the deception a deception - there is no such habit. But, it seems, which is simpler-a person sits for the 4th term, having only two right, and suddenly says that all this is not considered, and now he will have the first again. An honest person has no other opportunity, except to say: this is a lie, and the president is not real.

Of course, there are such voices, but there are few of them. Here Lev Schlosberg, for example, said that Putin multiplied himself by a reversing of deadlines by zero. Beautiful - but still, rather, he multiplied himself on all of us who did not slam his fist and did not scream throughout the district - a lie! Keep the thieves who steal the future with us and plunge the country into a series of troubles, now inevitable.

Keep the thieves who steal the future with us and plunge the country into a series of troubles, now inevitable

I remembered one voice that sounded in the last days - until March 10, and it was the voice of Dmitry Muratov. I turned on the “echo”-someone screams. It’s just a good obscenity-about the fact that the state allocates 14 billion for voting for amendments to the Constitution, but cannot give 239 million to the medicine for children dying of spinal-muscle atrophy. I actually do not like it when they yell, but here I just froze to the floor. “We have 1.6 trillion on missiles, rockets should protect children who will die, I understand the defense budget correctly?” - shouted Muratov. “Do you understand that the Russian elite sold and betrayed its children?!” - shouted Muratov. “There cannot be God in your constitution!” Muratov shouted.

This was not the voice of a balanced political scientist, a wise editor of a respected Novaya Gazeta, he was a cry of a normal person at the sight of dying children who can be saved. The cry of an honest person - what are you doing, come to your senses! Great scream.

And I thought - what a normal, healthy reaction is this - at the sight of injustice, cruelty and deception to scream: you, crazy, stop now! That without such a reaction we will all be lost.

I remember, once in a conversation with the incomparable Oleg Basilashvili, I asked him-what is the secret of Putin’s popularity-after all, it would seem, not a handsome man, not a giant of thought, not the intercessor of the poor? And Oleg Valeryanovich, not thinking for a second, answered: that he was like everyone else. And these were one of the most bitter words that I have heard in recent years. We do not rush to the protection of sick children, to protect unrighteously imprisoned in prison, do not scream when it hurts another and when we are lying, and therefore the same thing happens to us: we look in the mirror and see Putin.

Those who today are 16, 18, 20, openly laugh at both dissident ideals and the endless squabbles of the dwarf opposition. The process of uncontrolled devouring resources is disgusting to them. Maybe they will be able to see someone else in the magic mirror-or to break it.

Sofya Rogacheva - journalist, poet

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