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Cast iron rusts
The Chairman of the KGB of the USSR Kryuchkov about the "Memorial"*: The thundering carousel made a full circle. We publish a 1988 report.
Alexey Tarasov
Observer of Novaya Gazeta
The history of Russia is a cast -iron carousel with wooden horses, with lead and fat earth, with a triple margin of strength, according to GOST. A certificate of this is the document published by us today. This is a report by the chairman of the KGB Kryuchkov of November 16, 1988 in the Central Committee of the CPSU “On the provocative speeches of individual participants in the conference of the All-Union Voluntary Historical and Educational Society“ Memorial ”. Then he is not yet, but now he is included in the Ministry of Justice in the register of NPOs, performing the function of a “foreign agent”.
"... reports in order of information." As noted in the editorial office, Kryuchkov in his cart also writes “Bender”. This is undoubtedly an indicator of the intellectual power of our state security and its proximity to the people.
And still the same long -known song - about "Pulling out extremist ideas." One and the same - for millennia?
The wheel made a circle, fitting at exactly 33 years. Today in Novosibirsk, the military court justifies the Blessing executions and political executions, and in Moscow the funeral and cunning chores for the Memorial began .
The country's cleansing continues - to the exemplary smooth ice desert, to the brilliance of the Major's front -line boot, so that as in the ideal in the century before last: “There is a pillar in Russia,/the law is nailed to the pillar,/and the crown is on the pillar”. We are slowly moving - obviously, in a circle, we observe the irregularities of the ice, the owl feathers on them, the demolition of the monument to Dzerzhinsky, the inscription “we won” on his empty pedestal, and again, as our buried hopes germinate the eternal Christmas trees and aspen.
But absolutely for sure - this is a lie that everything is predetermined in Russia, and its circles are similar to a cyclical change of seasons and weather. I remember for sure that somewhere in the last circle we had a chance of giving a rusty carousel. Otherwise, there would not be so many conversations now - especially among the people of the older and middle generation - that we are this chance, the chance to change the country - "shed". And what is the end.
There is no end. Nothing never ends. Through all the layers of dirt, blood, shit, through the dump of times, faces and truth always appear, and human affairs are recorded forever and indestructible. The rest is particular.
The uncomplicated movement of the cast-iron light carousel is increasingly contradicting the world in which it circles us. What will the burial of the "memorial" help? I will say only one of its most important functions: the memory is digitized, and this memory of Russia is already far from its limits, in the clouds. And not on the "extreme north", but on extreme servers. Everyone here in an instant can touch the fact that the "memorial" has done, and this can not be taken from Russia.
As there is Tatyana Tolstoy: “Do not cry all tears. The steppe and the steppe around, the snow veil, the dream in reality, the coachman dies, and uninvitedly rings the unconnected bell to anything. ”
The Memorial did everything to become such a bell in Russia, and he already succeeded. He is not attached to anything, he just rings. And no legal decision is able to influence this.
The book fair has just ended in Krasnoyarsk. Alexei Babi, the chairman of the Krasnoyarsk Memorial (a memorial included in the international organization, entered by the Ministry of Justice in the register of foreign agents), continued its long -term business, distributing the descendants of the repressed ones of the memory of the memory of the memory of the memory of the memory, where their relatives are tortured peasants, engineers, sailors. These volumes will go home - the shoes will not stop?
Since Russia remains still a literary country, it is comforted with books, today it would be just to recall our genius to the place - he described the specific features of Russian land and national character. In particular, I recall, in the unfinished “history of the village of Goryukhin”, the deceased, as a rule, was attributed to the cemetery in advance, so that he would not occupy in vain an extra place in a hut.
“From this it happened that the dead man sneezed or yawned at the very moment that he was carried out in the coffin for the outskirts to the undeveloped joy of relatives.” Well, further, as it should be: “When returning from the cemetery, a trim began in honor of the deceased, and relatives and friends were drunk for two or three days or even a whole week, depending on the zeal and attachment to his memory.”
So do not rush to endure the "memorial". No need to delight maggots and flies. They are so arranged that they curl somewhere near the daredevils, because they die first. This should be treated with understanding. And live on. There will be no end.
Alexey Tarasov / "New Gazeta"
A document of the era
Report of the Chairman of the KGB of the USSR V. Kryuchkov “On the provocative speeches of individual participants in the conference of the All-Union Voluntary Historical and Educational Society Memorial”
