Opching everything

The Russian man has always been outside the world. Endless waiting ritual in the numbered line for happiness

We are now in a variety of feelings about what is happening with the country and people, but for the most part - we are in surprise. We cannot put in my head the ease and carefree readiness Russian life jumped from the format of the world and openness to the format that cannot be called it with a direct name. However, the further you look, the clearer it becomes: Russian life has long known neither peace nor openness. She does not notice neither the sky above her head, nor moral law inside. Biting a bit like those horses in that famous three, it rushes at the most epicenter of being anti -sustained.

The Russian man was outside the world, outside of humanity in the late Soviet times, when externally he was obliged to show a picture of the “bright future”, and from the inside he practiced daily a small, unprincipled layman who grew up to a budget place and waiting for his turn to the “garage”.

The endless and meaningless ritual of waiting in the numbered line for happiness.

He remained outside the world and after the world opened all his borders to him and invited him to participate in global projects. After a short romantic euphoria, the Russian man designated the universe as a place where “business meets money”, and he became a pure embodiment of this meeting, became “new Russians”.

The endless and meaningless cycle of profits and embezzlement, absorbing in its orbit both the material world and the mental world. The Russian man traveled all the inhabited places, examined the horizons from the tops of the Alpine Mountains and recorded that he saw the "Jaconde", but this did not change his sensations and thoughts. He remained a bottomless circle: no matter how much lei, it would not become more complete. Everything that was met in the way irrevocably fell into his wide open oblivion. "And what, is that all that is?" - So the Russian man continued to ask with his originally tired and dissatisfied face.

And now he was announced that the world is an illusion, an ostentatious show, behind which for many centuries hid a conspiracy against him, against a Russian person.

And the Russian man exhaled with relief: he always guessed that exactly the situation is. That the world will not fill his “endless soul” will not give this soul any meaning or goal. And now the Russian person finally had real self-determination, he finally resolved his painful issue with identification.

He is an oprichnik and always, in fact, was. He always was “to oppose” the world, outside and, in addition to the world, as outside, upholstered among his deserted plains, and from the inside, never feeling or thinking that he is part of a part of the “sons of human”.

Yes, he always tried to fill this by his being failure with something, he always threw something into it-in the hope that now the assembly point will be gained. Either the Byzantine faith, then the palaces of Rastrelli, then the ideas of Marx, but none of this saturated the bottomlessness.

The Russian triple rushed to nowhere and nothing, the bit and remained.

Today, all these attempts to integrate into the world - in the past. If Russian life goes to “oppose” the world, then, therefore, fate, and, therefore, let it go. What remains is only with this fate to be related to the remnants of the world from your deserted plains and their souls to be relaxed and wolf tail. And then - here, after all, it is also without options - to collapse and himself in that black hole, where so much time is so irrevocably pulling. Leaving the last touch before leaving for Zero is a reminder, only unknown to anyone: we tasted from this world and found it tasteless.

But here is a question for a Russian person: having defined yourself as an armor, you may find something completely different on this last border? After all, the wise creator of this world made it very dialectical.