Russian Hamlet in the era of Borgia

We will not talk about the impossible - that, having received the most difficult accusations against which several publications signed in the whole world, self -sustained persons, who respectly, should immediately start the investigation, but for now, ideally to get away. We will not about this - as about utopia. But actually, from a state-owned person who is accused of a terrible crime-an attempt to kill his own citizen-you are waiting for an answer that should fly automatically: we do not kill our citizens. Instead, we hear what the mind refuses to believe: we would like to kill - they would have killed. That is, no one doubted what they wanted, but the fact that the answer could be so mocking and shameless - there were doubts. Now they are not: as we lived in the era of Borgia, we live.

But still, the power of the calendar, at least local, exists, and at the end of the year the neck itself turns back-what was there. The poisoning news that jumped out under the curtain, as if obscured everything else. It is clear that the year turned out to be restless and rather gloomy for everyone, here is the Covid, and the war, and the decapitated columbers in the squares, but you never know. But it is still clear that many peoples, albeit not in a smooth path, but move in an understandable direction-the Chinese are preparing a lunar mission, Elon Musk thinks about the colonization of Mars, the Japanese space probe “Hayabus-2” delivers soil from the asteroid, people fight over the medicines from cancer and generally invent all kinds of funny pieces from which they themselves and brothers themselves and brothers. Reason should, in principle, become better.

And only in one, enchanted kingdom, life seems to consist of a struggle not with the unconditional enemies of mankind - diseases, ignorance, natural disasters - but exclusively with their own rulers. So that they do not build up the park. In order not to demolish the old house. To not closed the hospital. The poisonous plant was not built right in residential buildings, which will poison everything around. To buy a medicine for a child with a rare and serious illness. To remove snow from the street. In order not to demolish the next cemetery. Baikal was not ruined. They did not cut off the whole taiga. They did not break the playground. To…

Sometimes something is possible for a separate group of citizens-as in Shies , for example. True, instead of Shies, the grand garbage will grow under the great Ustyug and has already grown in the Kaluga region, right on the origins of rivers flowing into the Oku and Volga, and the owner of the new so -called “eco -tech park”, we note the same as that of the failed “ecotechnical park” in Shiesa.

Sometimes a group of independent or even opposition citizens will break through with bloody battles to the mandates of municipal deputies and will begin to watch how the budget is formed there, if it goes to songs and dances for the elderly, who, in the pandemic, are generally better to sit at home. But here, you see, they begin to check these deputies, find somewhere around 500 undeclaved rubles, about 700-and now the Governor of Beglov sends letters in the municipal districts, and terrible violators are deprived of mandates-although this is not written in the law. But if this is not done, suddenly, in the next governor’s elections, some unplanned candidate will take, and he will leak through the municipal filter-horror.

And sometimes something exceeds something to an individual citizen-for example, for a long time he broke his forehead against the FSB wall-and finally struck a hole, and he was shown the work of his murdered relative. Such a citizen sits and understands - here the person was tortured, here the interrogation lasted as many hours as a living person cannot withstand, here he signed the protocol with jumping fingers. And here his fellow citizens decided that he should no longer live - and waved a shot sentence. And more than this person in the family was not seen and did not talk about him about him, as if a black hole had formed in the house instead of him. And now the grandson is sitting above the hill of certificates and protocols, covering his face with his hands, and he does not have an answer to simple questions - how? For what? Why?

Russian Hamlet is not a son, this is a grandson. Or even a great -grandson. The shadow of the murdered father had not yet been to his son - there was such a wall of fear around him that there was no shadow. But the grandson released a little. He ceased to be afraid and turned his head - and the malicious exclamation of Woland - "What is it for you, no matter what you are grabbed, there is nothing!" - sounded tragically. There are no people, there are no families, frail boards go underfoot, there is nothing to lean on, instead of the past, the bloody fog - crawling straight into the present. In which the first person stands and states that now prosecutors and investigators will ensure that someone does not rewrite the story. That is, it does not say that now we will open the archives finally so that historians can fill white spots, it says - we will give around the neck to everyone who tries to step on our myths, they are also scrapers.

The bloody fog crawls into the present not only on the beaten path of falsified affairs against boys and girls who are supposedly terrorists, and scientists who are supposedly spies and traitors. What is at least a letter from 18-year-old Tasi Sheremet , a patient with cystic fibrosis, that it happens with her without medicines taken for the sake of import substitution: “I understand with each inhalation that I inhale less and less. Lights were flooded with cement. I want to fall, but I understand that if I fall now, I will not have a chance. In the best case, the nurses will find me in 15 minutes. It will be too late. Teenagers with mugocidosis die in torment in front of their parents, officials say that everything is in order - and do not blush.

In fact, the greedy vertical that deprives people of drugs creates the murder mechanism comparable to repression - it is simply not so noticeable. It creates it, and depriving people of clean air, and poisoning the water with “eco -parks”, whose name covers all the same poisonous garbage dumps, and cutting down the forests, and even do not laugh, forbidding the import of decent cheese from European countries, which is why the cheese product is placed on the shelves, mixed in palm oil. Wherever the Russian Hamlet looked today, he meets everywhere eyes with Gertrude, standing in the cloud of poisonous spray.

“The marvelous connection of human ideas in the continuity of generations and the history of the human spirit that led him to his current state in the rest of the world did not have any action. However, what has long been the very essence of society and life, for us only theory and speculation,” wrote one Russian Hamlet almost 200 years ago, bearing the name of Peter Yakovlevich Chaadaev. Piles of books were written about him, a whole forest of copies is broken about his reasoning, but I know for sure - if he were wrong, today in Russia children would not die who can help. “One of the most regrettable features of our peculiar civilization is that we are still discovering the truths that have become beaten in other countries and even among peoples, much more backward. The fact is that we never went along with other peoples, we do not belong to any of the famous families of the human race, neither to the west, nor to the east, and we have no traditions. We are, as it were, outside the time. The universal education of the human race has not spread to us. ” This is the famous quote from the first “philosophical letter” of Chaadaev, the only published, after which the then Claudius, Nikolai the Great, declared him crazy - Hamlet Chaadaeva did not have to pretend.

I think that if he were wrong, the world today would not look at the ominous art of our “newcomers” walking around the world, they would not have hidden the static in Covid, and we would not rule people who consider the generally accepted morality an insignificant obstacle - let it interfere with suckers, and a strong man will always step over it for the interests of the corporation. If Chaadaev were wrong, the heirs of people who made terror their main support would not stand over us, and they would not have reached omnipotence, which their predecessors could not dream of.

The fact that Chaadaev is right, the fact that the insight that flashed in it reached our days, unfortunately, is obvious. But for about 20 past years I am only one question - why? Why exactly the terrible thing happened to us that happened, why does it walk in circles and repeat? The Hamlet that will answer him may be able to change something. Or the rest of the peoples will defeat hunger and diseases, colonize Mars, and we will invent poisons and improve hacker skills in order to even harm those who are better and kinder than us - if you can’t catch them. And you can’t catch up - so far only breathtaking greed and contempt for everything that cannot be bought for money is at the forefront. Only one should not forget - it was the unbridled of the rulers of the era of Brodzhia that prepared a reformation that did not leave a stone on stone from this system.

Sofya Rogacheva - journalist

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