
And again they teach me to live. Either the Komsomol (from which I was asked to withdraw), the party (in which I never consisted), the activists of any regime, opponents of activists, radio, television, or overseas wrestlers protecting my morality, domestic radiators for the morality of the purely national - and all in the name of salvation of my soul, unified and indivisible. Some do not satisfy the respect of the world culture, the slogan “For the world around the world” and commitment to Levi's No. 517 jeans of the Levi Jeans, the behavior of the authorities that I have not chosen, and they are trying to humiliate me for my homeland - the Russian language and the words that I think and intend to think in the future.
I can’t imagine danger to these teachers, since the nuclear threat cannot proceed from me personally. Well, it can't be guys. I don’t have this body-to threaten someone.
Nature, in its own way, was favorable to me, helped get rid of teachings in a radical way-I am deaf! Not figurative. I do not hear anyone's advice, instructions and assessments of my behavior. Perhaps immoral. But, since she continues to work on vision (alas, not without success), still sometimes I see the statements of good and smart people about the fundamental difference in the advantages of the goods that have experienced export and goods remaining for domestic consumption. So in the Soviet Union it was believed that in the export performance, whatever you take, it turns out as if I emphasized it - it is better for the quality, as if this quality can change when crossing the boundaries.
I, I will not hide, like the claim to an exceptionally true life for those who have now found the strength, courage and the opportunity to see us from the overlapping side. However, from time to time (when there is a reason), doubts are shaking me: is it so necessary from the place of stay protected from the Basmann, say, the court, to assign the right to extract a “strict reprimand with the introduction” to those who immediately did not follow the phraseology of export people, which, however, was not protected by our laws.
Although ask for forgiveness from the "good Russians" for being alive. You guys, be condescending to the remaining here.
By the way, many who remained, retain the language and culture, protecting this wealth from the encroachments of the state servants - these kinds of waiters "what to deign" who are in the tables of visitors called random regime, cooking in the Kremlin cuisine. And to these characters, I suspect, on mine, or maybe on your century will not be rewarded. Alas! They will be healed in any dirt not even in their season in order to resurrect from anabiosis at a convenient occasion.
The current conditions for the existence of thought are uncomfortable. Who would argue. Many of my friends reluctantly made a forced decision to leave, and I will be the last one who will question their right to choose. And more often - for the lack of choice.
Each has its own threshold of pain and patience, the degree of rejection of a new lifestyle that gave rise to a danger to family and loved ones.
Find the way to exist in an aggressive environment, doing the job here, as well as to produce a noble product outside the house, an acceptable, and sometimes the only right position. But everyone chooses it himself.
The old one -year -old emigration extended the tradition of great Russian literature, musical and theatrical art. Bunin, Rachmaninov, Nabokov, Berdyaev, Tsvetaev ... And the creative activity of these people of free life did not belittle the achievements of those grandiose figures that created great art and literature, sometimes at the cost of deadly sacrifices and humiliation within the boundaries of the Russian Empire.
A list of artists killed by the regime who protected their homeland from the Bolshevik obscurantism and vulgarity is great and majestic: Meyerhold, Gumilev, Mandelstam, Babel, Pilnyak, Mikhoels, Kornilov, Harms ... The survivors were subjected to constant persecution of power: Platonov, Shalamov, Zoshchenko, Zabolotsky, Dombrovsky, Dombrovsky, Dombrovsky, Dombrovsky, Dombrovsky. Pasternak, Solzhenitsyn, Smelakov ...
These people, together with the emigrated writers and poets of the Silver Age, extended the life of Russian culture, which, unfortunately, was not as effective as it dreamed of, a tool for the formation of a national character - fulfilled love, compassion and curiosity for the world around him.
And today, I associate the hope of sobering the country with the common efforts of people on both sides of the border, not indifferent to the fact that we have introduced into world culture, part of which there has always been Russian literature, painting, architecture and music.
This is the hope for those who, as a great traveler of Russian thought, who made a “circle -light” along the route “Moscow -Petushka”, abandoned the state in favor of the Motherland, which independently lives in every person who has absorbed the meanings and words, born of philosophers and poets - from Pushkin and Gogol to Venechka Erofeev.
Do not fuss in the new year. Voltaire was not Russian, but the Council gave us a good thing. It is necessary to cultivate your garden.