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Why the “Russian world” took up the showman of Ivan Urgant. The fame explains Tarotin

Ten years Urgant in the evenings went to the audience. He was adored, hated, quoted, insulted, but everyone watched the show. The treasured monogram and may have guaranteed success not only to the author’s project, but also to advertising yogurts, secular ceremonies and even the hopeless film “Christmas trees”. The new reality turned off the Urgant from public life, as the light is turned off in an empty room. He did not go anywhere. I did not betray anyone. He did not offend his homeland with a single word. He was generally silent for six months. But they continue to rot it with inspiration in accordance with the time -tested rite.

Why did he become, if not the main one, then one of the main targets of a special operation in culture? It seems that the essence of the drama, similar to the one that happened with Urgant, was determined by Nikolai Leskov 160 years ago: "If you are not with us, then you are a scoundrel." The piquancy of the situation is that a wonderful writer fought with liberals. Now the liberal is a rare earth element that only special experts equipped with a special organ are able to recognize. Others rule today. The landscape has changed, but the essence remained the same. Joining those who steer, a person must renounce everything, "what has grown together with his nature." Leskov’s thought is fundamental in the case of Ivan Urgant. It is his nature that annoys the haters the most.

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He began as a student - he was the twelfth guard in the Tovstonogovsky Macbeth near Alice Freindlich. He worked as a waiter, a bartender, showed in nightclubs. He conducted programs on the radio, starred in a secondary movie on secondary roles, once even flew into the theater. Then he came on TV, where he seemed to remain forever. He managed that no one usually succeeds: twenty years with a menacing frequency flicker on the screen without falling into vulgarity. And the point is not only in organicism, the severity of the reaction, the gift of a thin jazz improvisation. The matter is another, more important - human dimension.

The two -meter Urgant managed to maintain childhood interest in life, vulnerability, intelligence and decency - almost in the relict meaning of this word.

Once, in a serious conversation with Pozner, he called himself a "prince of halftones." In this playful definition, sniper accuracy is visible. I.U. He was always outside the politics and outside the politicians, carefully protecting his independence.

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February changed the system of signs. Against the backdrop of the death of the Old World, the death of context was almost invisible. He died for a long time, but disappeared on one day. Words, thoughts, feelings, people, phenomena, events barbarously grab with the root from the natural environment. The initial plan is as if canceled for the sake of the man -made manner. Urgant was pulled out of context with giblets. Together with the prince, half -tones disappeared.

Try to ask the Tolmachi in television studios offended by the power: what, in fact, Ivan Andreevich said or did the fact that society should be released from him? I am sure specific specifics. Her role will be played by the usual poster cod. And what's the difference what he said or did, it is important that New Smakers inspired by permissiveness think about him.

One of the most inspired is Tigran Keosayan. For reasons unknown to the world, he assigned the mission of the voice of the people. The return of the "Evening Urgant", said the "voice", spit in the face of everyone in the trenches. I heard. Dumbfounded. I admired the master of trench truth, which is easily introduced into someone else's subconscious.

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If Keosayan mints Maxima, then Prilepin longs for actions. The most powerful salvo was produced by the enemies of the power of his hail. The group to investigate anti -Russian activities was concerned about lists of wrong citizens with loud surnames. Disgusing registers flashed, cracked fate. Urgant was nominated for the title of "agent of foreign influence".

And that's what is strange. Prilepin, who loves historical excursions, should better know where such good undertakings lead. Take at least proletarian writers, united at the beginning of the twenties into the dull organization of RAPP. They also divided writers into friends, enemies, fellow travelers, demanded from new members of public repentance, coupled with assurances in eternal love to the regime. So carried away by cleaning that they did not notice how the RAPP was dismissed, and some, like the big boss Leopold Averbach (and not only him), even shot.

They say Prilepin marks the presidency. On this path, any step is only a political tool in the struggle for a bright (more precisely, even lighter) future. If the dreams of presidency are true, then Evgeny Nikolaevich (his real name) began with the wrong leg.

The silent Urgant suddenly spoke. And immediately made several sensible proposals. The main of them is due to the huge amount of upcoming work to rename the hail into the group of detecting enemies of our Fatherland.

It is easy to notice that the abbreviation corresponding to the phenomenon will help to achieve reliable success in the new truth -seeing.

However, something went wrong right away. The stormy polemic, bypassing the political aspect, buried the literary aspect. The text of Prilepin, excessively long, viscous, ornate, completely lost to the text of the Urgant - compressed, very funny, incredibly accurate in words, thoughts, sensations. The admiring Sobchak even compared him to Zoshchenko. Zakhar could not bear such meanness and erupted by an extensive letter to Ksenia. She, of course, did not become silent and immediately gave the answer. And again something went wrong.

The text of Sobchak is dynamic, tough, perfectly built - also much more significant than Prilepinsky Exercis.

Details of the epistolary triangle will soon be forgotten. But the document itself, fixing the living time in all its contradiction, will remain for a long time. The thesis of Prilepin: We do not crave blood. If there is at least minimal support for the military operation, the claims will also automatically disappear. Go to the Donbass, sing something, talk to people-and everything will be fine, you will not be touched. Thesis Sobchak: You depreciate your undertaking, urging all artists to sign up for cynics that are concerned only with a career. What does this document testify? The fact that the thirties are closer than it seems. Visibility is still more important than essence. And the Jesuit logic according to the formula “the end justifies the means” never in our Fatherland is superfluous.

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A curious problem: how exactly and when a person gives himself the right to manage other people's lives? Should something be started in the body that allows you to break ridges to those who you do not like, or is it about innate potential? Most likely, the “managers” would have been doing this with pleasure before, but it was impossible before, but now it is possible. Amazing time! Everyone who delegates such a right knows exactly what to say, feel, experience another. As if suddenly the highest forces canceled natural selection, and the evolution rushed back.

Someone’s state contracts of Urgant are not allowed to sleep, and to someone he himself.

It was worth appearing in public an announcement that Grisha Urgant (the creative pseudonym of Ivan Andreevich) invites to his club concert on October 14, as the vortices of hostile again poured over him. The fiery nightingan Armen Gasparyan, already jumped on the spot from excitement: and it accidentally coincided that October 14th is the UPA day (the organization whose activity is prohibited in the Russian Federation - ed. )? The presenter fell into exhausting thoughtfulness. It is not clear what was cut down by: either the crushing erudition of the guest, or the cunning of Grisha, glorifying the Ukrainian rebel army in such an exotic way (an organization whose activity is prohibited in the Russian Federation - ed. )?

And Soloviev himself went even further than his adherents. He exposed the next conspiracy, related again with the name of Urgant. Channel One showed a documentary about Konchalovsky to his 85th anniversary. And there was - oh horror! - Several synchrons of Ivan. Soloviev swept away from indignation that your prilepin. On the one hand, he even generously allowed Urgant to continue work if he finally expresses his position on his. On the other side,

Vladimir Rudolfovich literally shakes from the thought of the "Vanechkins" high patrons. The state mind looks in the root: “Why is Vanya are doing well? Because they still do not want to listen to the supreme commander in power. ”

What is it about? The President’s mouth, Dmitry Peskov, calls the Urgant “Big Patriot”, and Solovyov enters the next conspiracy nonsense? I wonder who they listen to in power, if not the president? Vladimir Rudolfovich is clearly tired. To talk about the impunity of Vanya, from which all the radars were cleaned is too for the supreme TV presenter.

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In a word, the life of Urgant is under a constant sight. People with erased faces call him only "frightened patriot." The fees are counted with accounting excitement. They demand to immediately transfer a concert from Moscow to Israel. At the same time, it is strongly recommended to go to Donetsk. They are outraged by a new clip, in which Paulina Andreeva starred, by the way, the wife of Fedor Bondarchuk, a well -known patriot (or not so well -known?).

One can only imagine how the already mentioned episodes and the countless number of others would be beaten by the prince of the halftones. He feels absurd, as they say, with his fingertips. He loves words, and they reciprocate him. He loves literature, especially Dovlatov. And of course, the Dovlatov theme is close to him, expressed by the author himself as if in passing, walking: other souls were sold to the devil, but I gave it for free. Today, the problem of internal choice is facing everyone with pristine severity. Until now, Ivan Andreevich is in no hurry to part with his personal soul. It seems that he does not intend to do this herself.