How nice to be Russian
I read here a naive children's post about the reasons for loving Russians and wondered why I love my kind people. Even a Moldovan will find a hundred reasons why Moldovans have the best people on Earth, which means that Russians should have such reasons. Why do we Russians love us Russians? (besides the charming modesty contained in this matter).
For an amazing mix of pride and self-digging. You can rip off a Russian, beat him up, smear him in the mud - and still he will look at the offenders with a poorly concealed pity of superiority. The confidence of our people in its greatness and chosenness does not depend in any way on external circumstances, on all other peoples of the world, including the ruling Americans, the Russian looks down upon. This consciousness of the Atlanteans holding the world, the consciousness of the sun, around which all the other peoples of the planet revolve, led both to our greatest triumphs and to the defeats from self-reproduction. Defeats, in turn, led to self-flagellation, repentance, fierce, true, Russian - and all also mixed up in monstrous pride, in the secret realization that yes, we, of course, sinned, but as deeply and scary as we sinned no one else in the world can sin. Even wallowing in his legs, even with tears smearing snow on his face, a Russian will be sure that he has the cleanest tears in the world and the most sincere wallowing in his legs. Proud, unshakable self-confidence in our own superiority is our greatest weakness, because it is easy to hold a proud man, and our greatest strength, because the most terrible defeats, failures, and catastrophes do not make the slightest impression on the Russian where the other people drape and dying from depression, imperturbable Russians are just starting to get a taste. "Blitzkrieg? Manpower army destroyed? Already near Moscow, the scouts saw? Well, things ... And this jam is so tasty, is it from what? Raspberry? Good jam ... overcoat there get me."
For a burning, fierce, not ceasing century, the desire to reach the limit and go beyond the limit. Crying - so that his eyes cry. To master Siberia so that it ends in Alaska. Airplanes to build - so that right up to space. To engage in totalitarianism, so that even the fascists would close their eyes in horror. To fight - so that the earth melted. Russian not only harvests for a long time and travels fast, but rushes until it breaks through the horizon itself, in everything from inner spiritual life to revolutionary activity to scientific and technical research. Only with the psychology of the ever-rushing over the limit, it was possible to build such a huge country as ours, create such a gloomy and majestic literature as ours, amaze the world with inconceivable horrors and inconceivable heroes like ours. A Russian is capable of manifesting higher, rarest feelings - and just as well he is capable of manifesting utmost, terrifying baseness. Sometimes at the same time. The outbreaks of the ultimate Russian character sometimes make other nations freeze in horror or reverence.
For a clever, tenacious, pirate susceptibility, growing out of awareness of its own uniqueness and superiority. Typically Russian situation: take the British nuclear bomb, take German missiles, after which the 50 has been threatening the world for years. "Our Russian nuclear weapons! ”without feeling the slightest trick and the slightest embarrassment. If a Russian finds someone else’s convenient thing for himself, an idea, a development, then he immediately begins to use it as if he had just invented it. The Russian doesn’t have confusion, throwing, shyness, Russian feels like a master, from whom the whole world is a workshop, and who can adopt any instrument he likes and make something of his own, like the word "general" in which a foreign root is heard, but whose suffix is luxurious and insolent. Russianness. Like the gene They took the general, made him a friend of the general. It’s in Russian! Because of this, all kinds of people, when confronted with Russians, are quietly fucked by how Russians format reality for themselves, using the surrounding space as a toolkit. "You have a good city, Kazan Only we will burn it a little bit and transfer it here. So beautiful. True. And stop running and screaming, the Tatars, for you, fools, we are trying "- this is the Russian type of thinking.
For the complete absence of a culture of hypocrisy. There is a European type of hypocrite - with a cold-impenetrable face, with sharp movements, with a slight smile, behind which both utmost benevolence and utmost hatred can be hidden. There is an Asian type of hypocrite — a stuffy, expiring, smiling so that his mouth is almost torn — and at the same time scolding you in three floors, the door will close. And there is no Russian type of hypocrite. The Russian on duty perceives the American smile as an artifact, as an insult, as a mockery, as a mockery, as a declaration of war. Sincerity destroys Russians in the world of total refined hypocrisy, but it also serves as an unmistakable identifying mark by which one can instantly recognize one’s own in a crowd of strangers. And if in other nations sincerity is a sign of higher disposition towards you, then in Russian sincerity is level zero, and arrangement begins with “sincerity”, which sometimes takes on forms unthinkable for a foreigner. Well, if you, brother, the Russians decided to show sincerity - sit down and write a will, purely just in case.
For the inability to truly be offended, growing out of the same absolutely impenetrable sense of exclusivity. Russians very often lose in national conflicts, because they do not perceive them as conflicts, do not see threats and even direct attacks of other nations as threats, “They’re like dogs, and you’re offended at dogs?”. The plot of revenge for Russian culture is uncharacteristic, Russian does not understand a long, exhausting, draining Anglo-Saxon intrigue, and almost the next day climbs to the abuser to hug, than is able to bring the abuser to a heart attack. Growing out of inability to take offense, the specific Russian kindness — that is, insensitivity to hints, shouts, injections, blows, and the death throat of the unfortunate victim trying to get rid of the Russian — provided our people with the most unprecedented stories colonization dynamics. "Strangle in the arms" is a typical Russian situation, embarrassing other peoples and tribes with a more subtle and touchy spiritual organization.
For the beauty. The Russian phenotype is an elegant mixture of northern Nordic severity, too rocky, too sharp, too square in its pure Scandinavian type, and charming Slavic softness, too blurred and too submissive to other Slavic peoples. Northern angular concreteness and southern resort jelly are equally alien to Russians, they combine these two elements in the most perfect and pleasing way for the eyes. Over the past centuries, words are enough about Russian beauty, but in classical Russian types I like most of all the calm power that comes from them, not hysterical southern fussy talkativeness, not comical northern rectangular arrogance, but soft, and at the same time terrible power, strength of the people, able to bend anyone to the ram's horn, easily readable in calm Russian views.
For the beauty and richness of the language, capable of expressing the most subtle, subtle shades of feelings, and at the same time rising in its sound, then to tender, brisk, playful, almost Italian irides, then descending to a threatening hiss of terrible primeval sizzling ones. In Italian, it's good to talk about love - but how can you curse the enemy in Italian? In German, it is great to curse your enemies, but how can you declare love in German? You can do both in English, but in a cropped, ugly, basic baby kit. And only Russian gives its owner a full language palette, all language colors. And the finest tassels and feathers, in order to draw the finest elements with these colors.
For an incredible historical fate. What is Jewish historical fate? "Hurt the mouse, wrote in the hole." What is American historical destiny? "Went a goon to the fair." What is German historical fate? "Shopkeeper and World Domination". What is the Russian historical fate? Epos. Incredible highs. Unthinkable falls. Full nothingness. And complete domination of the world at arm's length. When I began to study drama, I could not get rid of the feeling that Russian history was written by a professional playwright who deftly guessed at what point the viewer began to get bored of continuous victories, victories, victories and where lift out of the dirt to greatness. By virtue of habit, Russian doesn’t even see how perfect this dramatic contrast is, how perfect this combination is: the grim repressions of 37 and the amazing, impossible Stalingrad victory of 43. Or Brusilovsky breakthrough 1916-th and complete destruction, here is the literal collapse of the state by the middle of 1917-th. Russian, by virtue of habit, does not even understand all the enchanting, dizzying beauty of these roller coasters of Russian history, from which any other people would have long gone mad.
Now we have a dark period of history, but this is temporary, because Russian by its nature is a cheerful insolent one who cannot long be sad and worried. They cried, repented, released all negative emotions out of themselves - and went to knead their fists, well, so that was what to repent of next time. Russian self-confidence, rage, mimicry, frightening soulfulness and inability to get offended in time show only one thing: it is impossible to reach an agreement with Russians who have passed from depressive to active phase, cannot be stopped, insulted, repulsed, honed. Just raise your hands and run away, because you can't even kill the biggest white people in the world. Now my kind people are depressed, but, as the winter rallies have shown, the drama of Russian history takes its toll and the nation begins to awaken, go active, into arrogant, into "Yes, I love you, I want you well, do not you dare, turn away!" state. After that, all non-Russian peoples will have to turn on the mode "run as far as anyone, the Russians want us good."
Are Russians the greatest people on earth? Yes. Russian insolent perseverance sooner or later grind everything and everyone, even the Chinese. There are smarter nations, there are smarter nations, there are organized nations, there are richer nations, there are more numerous nations, but there are no more persistent Russians. Russians, having driven away, broke everything, armies, peoples, countries, continents, outer space, and sooner or later the Russians will break the world. And besides, every real Russian knows that the world belongs to him by right - it remains just to take away this world. And sooner or later the Russian world itself will take.
For an amazing mix of pride and self-digging. You can rip off a Russian, beat him up, smear him in the mud - and still he will look at the offenders with a poorly concealed pity of superiority. The confidence of our people in its greatness and chosenness does not depend in any way on external circumstances, on all other peoples of the world, including the ruling Americans, the Russian looks down upon. This consciousness of the Atlanteans holding the world, the consciousness of the sun, around which all the other peoples of the planet revolve, led both to our greatest triumphs and to the defeats from self-reproduction. Defeats, in turn, led to self-flagellation, repentance, fierce, true, Russian - and all also mixed up in monstrous pride, in the secret realization that yes, we, of course, sinned, but as deeply and scary as we sinned no one else in the world can sin. Even wallowing in his legs, even with tears smearing snow on his face, a Russian will be sure that he has the cleanest tears in the world and the most sincere wallowing in his legs. Proud, unshakable self-confidence in our own superiority is our greatest weakness, because it is easy to hold a proud man, and our greatest strength, because the most terrible defeats, failures, and catastrophes do not make the slightest impression on the Russian where the other people drape and dying from depression, imperturbable Russians are just starting to get a taste. "Blitzkrieg? Manpower army destroyed? Already near Moscow, the scouts saw? Well, things ... And this jam is so tasty, is it from what? Raspberry? Good jam ... overcoat there get me."
For a burning, fierce, not ceasing century, the desire to reach the limit and go beyond the limit. Crying - so that his eyes cry. To master Siberia so that it ends in Alaska. Airplanes to build - so that right up to space. To engage in totalitarianism, so that even the fascists would close their eyes in horror. To fight - so that the earth melted. Russian not only harvests for a long time and travels fast, but rushes until it breaks through the horizon itself, in everything from inner spiritual life to revolutionary activity to scientific and technical research. Only with the psychology of the ever-rushing over the limit, it was possible to build such a huge country as ours, create such a gloomy and majestic literature as ours, amaze the world with inconceivable horrors and inconceivable heroes like ours. A Russian is capable of manifesting higher, rarest feelings - and just as well he is capable of manifesting utmost, terrifying baseness. Sometimes at the same time. The outbreaks of the ultimate Russian character sometimes make other nations freeze in horror or reverence.
For a clever, tenacious, pirate susceptibility, growing out of awareness of its own uniqueness and superiority. Typically Russian situation: take the British nuclear bomb, take German missiles, after which the 50 has been threatening the world for years. "Our Russian nuclear weapons! ”without feeling the slightest trick and the slightest embarrassment. If a Russian finds someone else’s convenient thing for himself, an idea, a development, then he immediately begins to use it as if he had just invented it. The Russian doesn’t have confusion, throwing, shyness, Russian feels like a master, from whom the whole world is a workshop, and who can adopt any instrument he likes and make something of his own, like the word "general" in which a foreign root is heard, but whose suffix is luxurious and insolent. Russianness. Like the gene They took the general, made him a friend of the general. It’s in Russian! Because of this, all kinds of people, when confronted with Russians, are quietly fucked by how Russians format reality for themselves, using the surrounding space as a toolkit. "You have a good city, Kazan Only we will burn it a little bit and transfer it here. So beautiful. True. And stop running and screaming, the Tatars, for you, fools, we are trying "- this is the Russian type of thinking.
For the complete absence of a culture of hypocrisy. There is a European type of hypocrite - with a cold-impenetrable face, with sharp movements, with a slight smile, behind which both utmost benevolence and utmost hatred can be hidden. There is an Asian type of hypocrite — a stuffy, expiring, smiling so that his mouth is almost torn — and at the same time scolding you in three floors, the door will close. And there is no Russian type of hypocrite. The Russian on duty perceives the American smile as an artifact, as an insult, as a mockery, as a mockery, as a declaration of war. Sincerity destroys Russians in the world of total refined hypocrisy, but it also serves as an unmistakable identifying mark by which one can instantly recognize one’s own in a crowd of strangers. And if in other nations sincerity is a sign of higher disposition towards you, then in Russian sincerity is level zero, and arrangement begins with “sincerity”, which sometimes takes on forms unthinkable for a foreigner. Well, if you, brother, the Russians decided to show sincerity - sit down and write a will, purely just in case.
For the inability to truly be offended, growing out of the same absolutely impenetrable sense of exclusivity. Russians very often lose in national conflicts, because they do not perceive them as conflicts, do not see threats and even direct attacks of other nations as threats, “They’re like dogs, and you’re offended at dogs?”. The plot of revenge for Russian culture is uncharacteristic, Russian does not understand a long, exhausting, draining Anglo-Saxon intrigue, and almost the next day climbs to the abuser to hug, than is able to bring the abuser to a heart attack. Growing out of inability to take offense, the specific Russian kindness — that is, insensitivity to hints, shouts, injections, blows, and the death throat of the unfortunate victim trying to get rid of the Russian — provided our people with the most unprecedented stories colonization dynamics. "Strangle in the arms" is a typical Russian situation, embarrassing other peoples and tribes with a more subtle and touchy spiritual organization.
For the beauty. The Russian phenotype is an elegant mixture of northern Nordic severity, too rocky, too sharp, too square in its pure Scandinavian type, and charming Slavic softness, too blurred and too submissive to other Slavic peoples. Northern angular concreteness and southern resort jelly are equally alien to Russians, they combine these two elements in the most perfect and pleasing way for the eyes. Over the past centuries, words are enough about Russian beauty, but in classical Russian types I like most of all the calm power that comes from them, not hysterical southern fussy talkativeness, not comical northern rectangular arrogance, but soft, and at the same time terrible power, strength of the people, able to bend anyone to the ram's horn, easily readable in calm Russian views.
For the beauty and richness of the language, capable of expressing the most subtle, subtle shades of feelings, and at the same time rising in its sound, then to tender, brisk, playful, almost Italian irides, then descending to a threatening hiss of terrible primeval sizzling ones. In Italian, it's good to talk about love - but how can you curse the enemy in Italian? In German, it is great to curse your enemies, but how can you declare love in German? You can do both in English, but in a cropped, ugly, basic baby kit. And only Russian gives its owner a full language palette, all language colors. And the finest tassels and feathers, in order to draw the finest elements with these colors.
For an incredible historical fate. What is Jewish historical fate? "Hurt the mouse, wrote in the hole." What is American historical destiny? "Went a goon to the fair." What is German historical fate? "Shopkeeper and World Domination". What is the Russian historical fate? Epos. Incredible highs. Unthinkable falls. Full nothingness. And complete domination of the world at arm's length. When I began to study drama, I could not get rid of the feeling that Russian history was written by a professional playwright who deftly guessed at what point the viewer began to get bored of continuous victories, victories, victories and where lift out of the dirt to greatness. By virtue of habit, Russian doesn’t even see how perfect this dramatic contrast is, how perfect this combination is: the grim repressions of 37 and the amazing, impossible Stalingrad victory of 43. Or Brusilovsky breakthrough 1916-th and complete destruction, here is the literal collapse of the state by the middle of 1917-th. Russian, by virtue of habit, does not even understand all the enchanting, dizzying beauty of these roller coasters of Russian history, from which any other people would have long gone mad.
Now we have a dark period of history, but this is temporary, because Russian by its nature is a cheerful insolent one who cannot long be sad and worried. They cried, repented, released all negative emotions out of themselves - and went to knead their fists, well, so that was what to repent of next time. Russian self-confidence, rage, mimicry, frightening soulfulness and inability to get offended in time show only one thing: it is impossible to reach an agreement with Russians who have passed from depressive to active phase, cannot be stopped, insulted, repulsed, honed. Just raise your hands and run away, because you can't even kill the biggest white people in the world. Now my kind people are depressed, but, as the winter rallies have shown, the drama of Russian history takes its toll and the nation begins to awaken, go active, into arrogant, into "Yes, I love you, I want you well, do not you dare, turn away!" state. After that, all non-Russian peoples will have to turn on the mode "run as far as anyone, the Russians want us good."
Are Russians the greatest people on earth? Yes. Russian insolent perseverance sooner or later grind everything and everyone, even the Chinese. There are smarter nations, there are smarter nations, there are organized nations, there are richer nations, there are more numerous nations, but there are no more persistent Russians. Russians, having driven away, broke everything, armies, peoples, countries, continents, outer space, and sooner or later the Russians will break the world. And besides, every real Russian knows that the world belongs to him by right - it remains just to take away this world. And sooner or later the Russian world itself will take.
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