Go to the plateau

When the time of virologists is replaced by psychiatrists time

Hoping on the Russian miracle is not my topic. Nevertheless, I'll start with her.

A miracle unfolds against the background of information slavery, into which people locked in homes fell. From all the cracks, conflicting reports from the fronts are reported. Even the most sanely difficult to draw a border between anxiety and the phobia.

It is difficult to disagree with Artem Sheinin: today is the time of virologists, and tomorrow there will be a time of psychiatrists.

The task of “reaching the plateau”, that is, to find at least some stability of the new world order, is rapidly flowing from the medical problem into mental. Sheinin was no longer a chance. He is an element of the Russian miracle. Anyone who recently marked the extreme degree of propaganda excitement now symbolizes the norm and common sense. Every day, he tries to logically comprehend what is happening, not amenable to logic. Its main question like "Why can you walk with a dog, but you can’t do it without a dog?" It acquires an almost Hamlet sound.

Alexey Pivovarov in the space of the media is the exact opposite of Sheinin. He has always been and remains the standard of independence and professionalism. And these extremes came together.

Now the brewers with Sheinin, each to the best of their capabilities, do one thing, saving us from universal wildness.

The name of the new issue of the Pivovarovskaya “editorial office” “from quarantine in collapse” more accurately expresses the position of both Pivovarov and Sheinin himself. Their common topic is not so much the virus itself, but the most powerful crisis of post -Soviet history. Pivovarov will always be equal to himself. The plot with the magical transformations of Sheinin will probably change in space and time. But now all this is not important. The language for describing a new reality is born in agony. Own speech turns into a bacchanalia of interpretations in which the secondary always replaces the main thing.

And if there are two people with different life positions who try to open bad infinity - this is already a lot.

The rest of the media landscape does not look so optimistic. The main joyful news is bad weather. The TV is choked with enthusiasm: tomorrow the rain with snow, a storm wind, the Arctic Front is moving to Moscow - so, sit at home. The dead city is frighteningly sterile. Sounds, smells, people disappeared. And only the "catchers" in a police uniform busily write fines to rare infants and pensioners.

No one really knows what is possible, so everything is impossible.

The country meets the resurrection of Christ with Nikolai Baskov and his musical sermon - this is how I believe in the announcements of the concert. The good news of the flock (the channel “Russia” launches its separate line along the edge of the frame) is carried by Yura Shatunov, an immortal soloist of the “gentle May”: in May everything will be fine. Malakhov launches a campaign with a hashtag "I want to Malakhov." Svetlana Zeynalova does not get tired of repeating: do not leave the house, on Channel One so much interesting, do not give the Lord, miss something.

Instagram became part of TV, actively destroying a competitor from the inside. On all channels, they are taught to shave your legs correctly, dance on the table, get a tailbone with your nose and run a 20-kilometer marathon on 15 square meters. The State Duma makes a revolutionary decision: soon the right to steal apples from a neighboring tree in the country will be registered in the law. It seems that the time of psychiatrists will come faster than Shainin predicts.

Self -isolation, which revived the dream of Russian rulers, gains the status of fundamental scrapers.

The material expression of scrapers is a star star Sergei Polunin at that very concert without spectators. He, half -naked, dances on the stage of the Bolshoi Theater, and around - not a soul. And only on the chest of Polunin does a tattoo in the form of a portrait of Putin flicker. In the deserted giant hall, Polunin in an embrace with Putin look aliens of other worlds.

A feverish change in elites occurs in the TV. The Moscow City Duma regularly throws his best sons to the embrasure of popular talk shows. Its chairman Alexei Shaposhnikov has an incomparable gift of simplified interpretation. Why is the site not working with passes? Because, the chairman answers, people just test the site, so he could not stand it. Why such a monstrous growth of diseases? Because people go outside. How long will the imprisonment last - without air and movement? Then Shaposhnikov started up: I live in the house on the 25th floor, so my neighbor runs up and down the fire station. From such a vivid positive example, the virologist in the studio fell into a stupor, and the presenter rushed off to saving advertising.

Soloviev still puffs his cheeks, surrounds himself with Kurginyans, but the hours are ticking. His friend Dr. Myasnikov is already surpassing the master in terms of the amount of screen time, demand, citation. The throne swayed near Malysheva. The title of the main physician of the country with each ether floats further from it. She is trying to take a revenge with an inspired speech about the benefits of masturbation in the era of coronavirus. The story is detailed, with pictures, details - everything as we love. "Just do not forget to wash your hands before that!" - Claysheva screams desperately.

Late, everything is late. The triumphal procession of Myasnikov to the peaks of healthcare (or further) can no longer be stopped.