Saharasthol's rampant. Why not love the academician

Vladimir Putin, as we know, pays great attention to science - both fundamental and applied. New missiles, extension of life, poisonous substances, hacking of computer systems, and even vaccines, in the end, can be guessed that over the past twenty or less years somewhere in the shadow of the Putin’s power estate, less massive, but no less influential than the security forces themselves, a layer of classified scientists. The best graduates of the mehmatians and physical education are settled somewhere near the Innopractics Foundation and, hung with non-disclosure subscriptions, who are engaged in nanotechnology, who is ordered, work for conscience, and their deserved, but not awarded by the Nobel Prizes calmly neglect, understanding that it is more expensive than any awards that is more expensive than any awards All -powerful generals look at you thirty -year -old from the bottom up, and you, adjusting the glasses, tell them that you do not promise to hand over the new model “Loby” on Victory Day, and the generals are sweating and blushing, asking, asking, because Vladimir Vladimirovich asked - and you laughed at you today and you agreed with him, and you agreed with him that Victory Day does not need to rush - you can put a day of the Navy, this is the end of July, you will have time.

And the same night-a secret bar on the top of a Moscow City skyscraper, and a company of secret scientists, clinking glasses with secret cocktails, washing the next secret order, and they chat at the table, of course, without any double solid ones. “Grandfather went completely with his head, who will bite Russia, we will knock out his teeth,” and the secret table laughs. “The banquet was written off, and about the teeth is Udmurt,” adds a secret order -bearer, and the table again explodes with laughter. Further fresh gossip about daughters, jokes about acrobatic rock and roll,-Colonel Chepig sighs behind the persistent. He is assigned to eavesdropped, he knows that any deputy would be sent to jail or grave for such jokes - but this can be all, without them, the “horseman” will not be.

And they themselves understand that they can do everything, and when the conversation is already sober and serious, there will be one secret bespectacle, who will say that, of course, the times of the Americans, the Chinese, on the right, is not the fact that Russia has a future - and then this one with its great victory has already survived, have been talking, so it is not for a long time to miss the country, and everything is kept around us, but everything is kept around us, but around us. These Ephesians, Grushniki, Claires from AP are scurrying, why are they needed at all. It is not so difficult to re -equip Russia - and then a busy whisper is further. Then they diverge, and the seven will forget and keep silent, and he will not be able to fall asleep, and the next day on Facebook will write a big post - that Putin has exhausted himself, that he must put up with the West, and in Russia the nuts are weakened, and even less ideology, more technocracy.

It will be much clear whose likes, and the Western press quotes, and the FSB is nervous, but there are still many of the same years ahead - the scientist will be fired from the Innopractics, but they will not be put to prison and will not leave. He will record some videos in support of “smart voting”, give an interview, he will die once (if not from the “newcomer”?), But then the excellent Russia of the future will come, they will put a monument to him, they will call the avenue, and the new dictator, recalling the deceased, will sigh-“teacher”.

Such, of course, is a very hooligan retelling of Sakharov’s biography in our realities, but the last, by the way, is a literary quote from Yeltsin, whose “very” election campaign was the 75th anniversary of Sakharov, and Yeltsin with his Korzhakov naturally found time between the “vote or lose”, drove into Vostryakovskoye and, leaning over the grave, called Sakharov. teacher. Behind the first war in Chechnya, and October 1993, and Gaidar reforms, ahead-elections. And, therefore, he says - "Teacher." An interesting compliment actually.

Sakharov, however, also did not climb into his pocket in his pocket. When they, the future inter -regions, the independent deputies of the first Soviet honestly chosen parliament, our potential Gavel and Valens, went to the State Construction to the disgraced Yeltsin, Sakharov was almost in person - but only because he knew: Yeltsin would not understand, he laughed: “The Tabula race”. That is, free-designed academics and doctors came to the brisins to the nomenclature interesting to them, they saw-a fool, a piece of wood, insignificance, and they rejoice-they say that we need him. The Soviet Gavels understood that they would never find with the people of the common language, and that means that people need a folk hero speaking in the popular language-well, we will somehow tell the hero in the shadow. This will be the main mistake - the hero will very quickly understand that it is easier for him with guards and tennis coaches. Sakharov will not live before - therefore, the “teacher” - and the rest, and Popov, and Starovoitova, and Afanasyev will have an inglorious opal, oblivion, shame. Only under Putin they will begin to recall them in contrast-yes, they say, there were people-although people, no matter how magnificent they were in the 89th, were already doomed to moral bankruptcy in the 92nd. The Soviet Havel ends where Gaidar begins. Professor Popov will first begin to disperse demonstrations in Moscow. Professors Starovoi will be shot in gangster in St. Petersburg with a bag of election cache. Professor Afanasyev will yield to the RSUSU to Professor Nevzlin. It is indecent to reason who Sakharov would be, he will live until the nineties, but, on the other hand, they were all collective Sakharov, the intellectuals of the battleships who have grown up to Yeltsin, and his fate in post-Soviet Russia would be fundamentally different from the fate of all the others. Although what to guess.

The new Sugarovs really, most likely, are now working in Innopractics or teach at the Sirius Center - everyone understands about Putin, knowing that he will disappear without them, and therefore almost everything can. In the early sixties, the Soviet technical intelligentsia enthusiastically wrote in the diary of the roots of Chukovsky - they say, precisely because the Soviet government, dependent on them, cannot afford to put pressure on them, as it crushes the humanities, they became our new humanities. Physicists - not only on the synchophasotron they make, but also read the “New World”, play KVN, listen to radio heads, compose bard songs and fantastic novels. They occupy, roughly speaking, someone else's place.

And this, probably, was the main defect in the late Soviet society. A scientist-technique, replacing humanitaria, is not much different from the Leninist cook. At the place where any people even sprouted the national intelligentsia through the asphalt of the dictatorship or occupation, in the Soviet Union, super -communists sprouted from the Chekist greenhouses instead of it (Sakharov), whose disagreements with the Soviet nomenclature, in general, did not go beyond the dispute about the means - simply technocrats know better than the Partocle, however, the partocrat knows how to better To build a new society and a new person, there were rather no large value contradictions there. The Soviet regime was an indisputable evil, but try to call Andrei Sakharov good - how false it will sound.

The first anniversary of his death in 1990, the pogrom ultra -conservative magazine “Young Guard” will celebrate the article “Rag Saharastshina”, boring that Sakharov was not an angel because he supported the Pinochet, the Israeli military and Armenian terrorists in the Moscow metro. In fact, there is no particular crime in the Pinochet - we still have about it, albeit less often than in the nineties, respond as an effective reformer. In fact, it is more correct to call sugar to the derivative of the Soviet project, when excessive ideological or social obligations are written off, and a utopia, based on effectiveness, remains no less anti -people and no less antinational than Bolshevism itself. The anti -Soviet camp in the seventies and eighties was split, as it seemed to everyone, to new Westerners and Slavophiles - some had sugars, others had Solzhenitsyn. Perestroika and post -Soviet experience proves that this division went along a completely different lines, and those who did not stand without a righteous man lost those who thought about progress, peaceful coexistence and intellectual freedom. The dream of convergence, when the Soviet regime refuses its most odious features and adopts the most useful Western properties, as a result was realized by the Lieutenant Colonel known to us, the only non -military and professional Soviet organization. Let him go to Vostryakovskoye today and call him a teacher.