The death of Limonov. Do not try to repeat

In the news, his death followed the leaks of the imminent siege position in Moscow with the commandant’s hour, stopped by the metro and military patrols. It was indecent and awkward to talk about this, but it was always clear about Limonov that death would be his last artistic and political gesture, the last act, like Misima, but the older he became and the more unconditional he went out of fashion, the more incomprehensible what was to occur in order not only to death, and that the pain and sorrows back down before admiration. And he probably thought about it himself, and it was difficult to get rid of the feeling that he was invented, because it is very, of course, in the Limonian, that is, surprisingly, that is, not like everyone else, that is, as soon as he knows how. To leave self-isolated Russia exactly at the moment when she, thoroughly stored, had just appreciated the scale of the approaching test, froze in surprise and, perhaps, frightened, buying buckwheat, shying away from coughing, waiting for both the commandant and the breakdown of all the usual orders, entering into a new obviously unpleasant life. There was no such terrible waiting for such a terrible expectation since the fall of 1941, and now it seems that only such silence and can be worthy to make it a farewell “this me, a kind of,” and that the combined numbness from the great quarantine and from (yes, they go through a comma) of political reforms violated by the pain that he is able to cause, and the only admiration, which he deserves only.

Life in his presence is the main luck, and in this luck you need to be aware of, and it seems that everyone who needs is given. It is clear that in many ways this is the effect of the information bubble, and the loss is not as universal as it might seem, but the collective epitaph that is written during these hours on social networks and the press , clearly demonstrates that he had a harmony atypical for people with his contemporaries; Those who do not understand what personality they coexist with are not visible now, and even those who want to say goodbye to him some nastiness, and even more so who are trying to talk about him on him, perfectly play the role they have given up, because there are no great people without dislike of small ones, and even the last Ukrainian who wants his glass-wing land looks absolutely harmonious-indifference would be much more inappropriate and offensive.

He distributed his inheritance during his lifetime. To write and speak Russian, ignoring what was said and written by him-probably, it is possible, it is not clear why. The dream of another Russia has long been divided into everyone, and it is embarrassed to say that the binder of the “lemon” in ninety-year, being properly intertwined and decorated, probably has long turned into the most secret and most effective Kremlin plan, not giving failures even when nothing has this. The roads, trodden by him in the post -Soviet virgin ground - in prison, and for war, and the strangest social elevators - in the end became in the end for everyone, especially since there were no other ways, and there was no one other than him, except him, to lay them. Why it happened, it makes no sense to reason now, the answer “he is a genius” is quite enough, and it will always be enough.

He was not from the future, he certainly belonged to the twentieth century, but to the twentieth century that Russia did not live. The western sixty -eighth year, which will not end in any way (even Greta Tunberg - from there, of course), we were embodied in it alone, he and Jim Morrison, and Paul sweat, and Sartre, who was deprived of all their capabilities, but turned the void in his case into a perfectly equipped dimensionless bunker, which for the years, providing with dreams, ideas, and even with anything, even sex. The most non-impaired for the Russian person of his generation, even before the crash, he managed to turn out to be the first non-Soviet revenge, followed by the outcasts, then the children, and then somehow suddenly-and the state itself. In fairness, in Putin Russia, some well-deserved honors, official recognition were supposed to be laid, but that was his secret that only injustice could be his soil and air, because without injustice there was no dream.

In the "country that defeated fascism" the label of the fascist is a deliberate stigma and curse, but the labels do not stick to the just deceased; Yes, of course, he was a real and exemplary fascist, who also lived in this in this century. The leader without a nation is actually quite a pity, and then grotesque jesting with the “leader of the leader” in the newspaper and the German names of party posts, apparently, was due to the fact that in his position and at his time it was impossible to demonstrate that you are serious, but the real correlation of the irony and serious in his political biography will remain his mystery, which no one will ever solve the mistake, and the mistake, and the mistake, and the mistake. Which will always be reproduced by those who want to be like him.

In general, this stupid titer would have gone very much to him, which usually happens in commercials with tricks - "do not try to repeat yourself." In the literature, in politics and in the construction of his own biography, he will remain unsurpassed, because in order to be like him, he needs to be, and where is he? He died, and this will not happen again.