The history of the Ukrainian "Orange Revolution" has not been completed, that is, it has not yet become history. From the very beginning, it was not so much a revolution as a war of interpretations, including relative to what this revolution began - with a "rotten" Kuchma regime or even earlier (that is, with the USSR). However, what is called a revolution is never reduced to a chain of causes or genealogy.

"But" - large and black; "We made rockets" - smaller and red. This is the cover of the book of Konstantin Feoktistov “But we made rockets” ( M., “Time”, 2005 ). The subtitle is almost like the memoirs of Marshal Zhukov - "Memories and thoughts of the astronaut -research." Feoktistov, if anyone does not remember, is the first civilian who visited space. Without stars on uniform, like all previous heroes of space chronicles, engineer, scientist.

In the new book S.S. The Khorozhah has collected his works in recent years, which continued the project for the long -bended by Russia, hidden under the crust of superficial ideologies and intellectual mods of the property - its "spiritual tradition". The author is mainly interested in the legacy of Isihashm and its significance for Russian Orthodoxy and Russian culture.

Myshlaevsky. ... gentlemen, hear? These are red! (Everyone goes to the window.) Nikolka. Gentlemen, tonight is a great prologue To a new historical play. Studzinsky. To whom is a prologue, and to whom is an epilogue. M.A. Bulgakov "Days of the Turbins", action IV We have a dubious pleasure to live in the era of rapidly changing meanings.

Jim Jarmusha's film " Broken Flowers " rhymes with the series " Desperate Housewives ": one -story America; middle -aged, but still irresistible women in quantity; Lonely men with fool, but not without grace; secrets, secrets; The unbearable ease of being. Finally, seriality . For fidelity, for accuracy, we rename the term reality from the previous column to everyday life . After all, the imaginary , which I so persistently contrasted reality, is also not a chimera!

For eighteen days in the suburbs of Paris, Cosmohaos was ruled, pushing the possible with the impossible in the composition of the cash. Now, it seems, the element subsides, the absurdity leaves and the order returns to France again. So, to Europe. But this is no longer important. The deabsurdization of the forces of Chaos does not change anything. Theo van Gogh is killed. London is attacked. Madrid was blown up. Now Paris is burning. Europe has a new owner.

"ZATO" - large and black; “we made rockets” - smaller and red. This is the cover of Konstantin Feoktistov’s book “But we made rockets” ( M., “Vremya”, 2005 ). The subtitle is almost like the memoirs of Marshal Zhukov - “Memories and Reflections of a Cosmonaut-Researcher.” Feoktistov, if anyone doesn’t remember, is the first civilian to go into space. Without stars on his shoulder straps, like all the previous heroes of space chronicles, an engineer, a scientist.