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“I am no more,” said Vladimir Vladimirovich and went to the dusk. What does removal from the air of the famous patriarch mean?
If a year ago I was asked who was the most successful newsmaker in Russia, I would immediately answer Posner. A person who canceled age leads a weekly program on TV; active on the network; shines in the first salons of Moscow; wears red socks; loves women; He writes one book after another. Not everyone manages to implement the best project of his life at the age of 88, and Vladimir Vladimirovich succeeded. His multi -part trips (along with Ivan Urgant) through countries and continents are an outstanding job, where everything is filigree, from text and context to picture and installation.
So it would have remained in the future if the February blizzard had not blew many destinies, as they blew a candle. Zhirinovsky, who was already approaching Baba Wang, once in the Pantheon, once opened up: I love journalists like John Reed - made a report, died, buried.
Today a more humane way has been found.
Famous characters, objectionable times, are removed by higher powers from time to time - they are, as it were, and as if they are not. The most amazing at first glance that Vladimir Pozner, a cautious, examination, many -wise person, got into the mournful sheet.
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The key phrase is "at first glance." What seems to be particularly turned into a pattern.
Pozner's fate is perpendicular to domestic history. Born in Paris, lived in New York, studied in Berlin. With such a biography, when crossing the Russian border in 1952, daredevils were sent to conquer Kolyma, not the capital. Young Posner, contrary to tradition, immediately enters the biological and soil faculty of Moscow State University. Soon his career rises up from the French champagne. From a biologist, he is retrained in an elite Soviet journalist. Further biography (in its interpretation) contains some semantic gaps. The lightness with which Posner rejected the claims of the KGB to his person is most incomprehensible - it seems to have not been characteristic of the great and terrible monster.
The hero’s worldview jumps are also embarrassed: in 1957, he wanted to run abroad due to incompatibility with the country and regime, and a few years later joined the Communist Party, whose ideals sincerely believed.
However, today such inconsistencies are archive interest. Pozner is so popular that the external plot of his life does not raise questions. Therefore, it makes sense to delve into the internal plot.
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Nothing testified to the changes in society in the mid -eighties, as the appearance of a political correct, smiling, elegant Pozner on the television screen. He was the first to open the window into the New World with the help of his legendary television; The first mastered the format of public talk shows; The first began the unbearable topic of the legal awareness of citizens. GDP came on TV after fifty and immediately got into the register of the highest professionals.
By the end of the nineties, the movement stopped. The names of the programs changed, but the essence remained the same. The creative method of the master was increasingly composed of stamps, unsuitable even for beginners. “There is a goldfish. What will your three desires be? " - asks GDP at the melancholy Makarevich*, whom the golden fish are already not pleasing. The abundance of ready -made blocks once virtually ridiculed Urgant.
To the question of Vladimir Vladimirovich: "Do you know Marseille Proust?" - He, without blinking, replied: "This is a person who specially wrote questions for the final of your program."
She did not really decorate the biography of our hero and epic with the main telepremia of TEFI, which he led 14 years old. Note - we are talking about the time when creativity already dropped propaganda from the air. Its absence personifies the norm in the era of total extermination of the norms of other criteria by the unit of quality of which Pozner himself became.
Its providence for a long time coed in chains to the Golden Orpheus: he either received a TEFI or was nominated for a premium.
But this is so, a replica to the side. I, I admit, Posner was not particularly interesting to predictability, a tendency to compromises, and political cunning. Exactly fifteen years ago, one GDP decided to discuss the phenomenon of another GDP in his program. Scientists habitually replaced the analysis of the ode. Viktor Erofeev, who comprehended the cardinal: 1) Putin gave the people a free private life to the people; 2) changed Russian mentality for the better; 3) We will not be lost with Putin. Erofeev has now gone to the dissidents. Posner has not gone anywhere, the radicality of the gesture is not peculiar to him. But it would be interesting to know, how does he relate to the main idea of that broadcast today: the president returned people to his history and the country?
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Since the middle of the tenth years, time began to be feverishly condensed. The power was shocked, on the one hand, regional conflicts, on the other, social and worldviews. Navalny has already risen to all his considerable growth, and with it the liberal intelligentsia vibrated. The problem of choosing barricades was one of the most important. Posner is increasingly appearing on the disgraced channel “Rain”*, even tried to keep the program here with Leonid Parfyonov, which turned out to be a failure.
Once, Vladimir Vladimirovich dared to an act of the ordinary - he came down to the barrier on the rain with Navalny. An eternal topic was discussed: the silence of news in the media is a censorship or the choice of an editor? Navalny juggled opposition, Posner - independence.
Previously, GDP spent remarkable forces on how to not ask or say something superfluous. Now he is trying on a toga of a light of liberalism in the dark kingdom of television propaganda.
It seems that it was the last big conversation about censorship on TV. Therefore, I will allow myself another replica to the side.
Our reality is poorly adapted for freedom. According to the exact remark of the hero of the Nabokovsky “Gift”, in Russia the censorship department arose earlier than literature. Domestic censorship is a language in which the authorities are talking with subjects. But there is one important nuance. The outstanding monument that came to us both literature and society - the diaries of the smart censor Nikitenko (he kept them from 14 to the last day) - allows us to draw an important conclusion. Even in the era of censorship terror, not so much an official struggle is terrible as volunteer. That is, the liberal worked in the emperor’s sovereign service, and on the unofficial, as the same Nikitenko writes, “the host of ignoramuses and ill -wishers who are ready to see a crime in every thought.” That is why the intellectual climate in the country was determined not by brilliant censors - Tyutchev, Goncharov, Maykov, Aksakov, Polonsky, but faceless mental officials.
I believe that even now a certain number of reasonable people work in power who understand how censorship in the besieged fortress should look. But they do not make the weather.
Look at people who occupy the broadcast. The necrophilic delight on their faces dictates only one strategy of behavior: SMERSH everything that we do not like.
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The long -term canon regarding Crimea, forgotten as the Chekhovsky firce in sovereign cherry gardens, broke up and released the energy of such a force that is akin to the collapse of the atomic nucleus. It was then that Pozner’s phenomenon appeared: he personifies the norm in the era of total extermination of norms. With all their goldfish, Prista’s profiles, farewells, banalities, calmness and an unhealthy sense of dignity, people need it, like an anchor of a drowning ship. In recent years, Vladimir Vladimirovich has been traveling a lot in Russia.
University youth loves him, it is difficult to get to his meetings, his opinion is important to everyone. Why? Yes, because he is an disappearing common sense.
The highest forces, by the way, also noticed a change in his fate. When Pozner turned 80, 60 years old hit Dmitry Kiselev (he, like our hero, April). Both anniversaries came out of the bowels of the Soviet GOSTELEARIO, both are prosperous at any regimes, both are constantly in sight. Pozner's favorite of the public defiantly ignored the president. Not only did one Vladimir Vladimirovich did not receive another at least some kind of public distinction, so he did not even congratulate him on his anniversary. Kiseleva Putin looked ahead of time, so as not to worry, the Order of “For Merit to the Fatherland” of the IV degree.
The signal turned out to be extremely expressive. Posner preferred not to change himself, and the plasticine Kiselev already saddled the new standard. With his presentation with the fraternal Ukrainian people, they began to conduct a dialogue in the style of Balabanovsky “Brother-2”: “You, bastards, will answer for Sevastopol.” In such an aggressive atmosphere, Posner looks already dissenting. Putin with his legendary intuition understands this perfectly, which is why it deprives the venerable anniversary of favor.
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A breakthrough into another reality happened to Pozner on his program with Lyudmila Petrushevskaya. She needed to live up to 80 so that she finally noticed the TV. That was one of the most interesting and honest conversations.
Lyudmila Stefanovna Sniper has prioritized: "I was silent, and you lied." Vladimir Vladimirovich nodded his head: this is true, true.
Over time, he began to surprise, sometimes in the most unexpected way. Pozner listened to the program “Fate of man” with Korchevnikov on her last birthday without taking her breath. The armor of the templates was sleeping with Vladimir Vladimirovich - he was an artist. Whatever he was talking about - from the Germans' victory parade in the Champs Elysees (he was then 6 years old) to his favorite women - everything was filled with a trepidation of genuine experience. I was especially impressed by the story of goodbye to Stalin.
The young man, who only arrived in the USSR and miraculously hit the funeral of the leader incomprehensible to him, froze in front of the corpse in amazement. He was struck by Stalin's nostrils, similar to two caves.
Stalin has been gone for a long time, and the cave reality everything lasts. The Pozner turned 88, but no one has noticed the current birthday in a public space. As said once and for all: there is no person, there is no problem.