Testament of Valentin Rasputin
The death of Valentin Grigorievich Rasputin was a truly nationwide loss. And it showed that we still remain the Russian people, despite the quarter-century implantation of alien values and a more or less successful attempt to reformat our consciousness, our national memory.Millions of his admirers responded to the departure of the All-Russian Irkutsk citizen. A country where books, like the rest of the world, stop reading, suddenly remembers — almost line by line — written from the middle of 1960's and in 1970's by our classic, the guardian of the Siberian Land — the story “Money for Mary”, “ Deadline ”,“ Live and remember ”,“ Farewell to Mother ”, stories“ Vasily and Vasilisa ”,“ French Lessons ”and, already at the beginning of 1980's,“ What to pass to the crow ”,“ Live and love forever ”- masterpieces of prose, immediately after the publication became the cherished Russian bookshelf.
They notice correctly: for only one "Mater" Rasputin could put a monument; however, he himself erected a monument to himself while he lived, not only with his books, but also with his uncompromising life position in defense of nature from destroyers and in defense of the simple and hardworking people of Siberia; he grieved for the saving of the people and their future.
What other writer, what contemporary could cause such a response! Farewell to Valentin Rasputin takes place in Sretensky Monastery, in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior, and in Irkutsk, and throughout the Russian World ...
His writings are valued as part of a personal, intimate, and ordinary reader, and philologist, and Patriarch, and President. It turned out that Rasputin’s prose was not only read by almost everyone, but she herself was already included in the Russian spiritual code.
Moreover, people not only heard the painful journalistic word of the Siberian, but also felt a personal relationship with this conscientious man, whose soul was concerned about Russian destiny.
From me, at one time entirely urban urban provincial teenager, Rasputin's prose (first and foremost), as well as his fellow co-peers (K. Vorobyeva, E. Nosova, V. Shukshina, F. Abramova - each will give his own list; A Solzhenitsyn called them not "villagers", but "morals") made a priest. That is a Russian person. The works of Rasputin became for me an essential, irreplaceable value. They gave an opportunity to feel in themselves peasant, artisan ancestral roots.
Rasputin and in godless times spoke the language of conscience, he, like his great contemporaries, testified about the Light. And that was his ministry.
Valentina Rasputin speaks about cosmic intimacy in relation to creativity, the fact of how deeply involved in modern diaries, which are now the social networks of the Internet, the modern writers and cultural figures responded to the demise.
Valentin Kurbatov, in his farewell word about his departed friend, “Alone over the abyss”, said: “... He held the holy flesh of the outgoing village life, because he knew that it contained all our spirit, our memory, our faith and our salvation. He was given State Prizes, made Hero of Labor, and he seemed to see neither honor nor glory, because the abyss did not move away and, therefore, as it seemed in despair at times, his voice was not heard. And the high committees, the deputy, the Presidential Council were needed only all for the same peasantry-Christianity, to maintain memory, to be saved before historical the abyss, so that Russian old women with their land and love do not have to stay at the bottom of man-made seas, and Russian women take up a sawn-off shotgun and assume the functions of the state, since it itself does not want to fulfill what it is obliged to. ... He always, from the very beginning ... listened to a sick Russian heart, seeking his healing. He was always uncomfortable and always (like the church in its high and correct sense) “prevented us from living” in our weaknesses and least of all deceived himself and others with “rebirth”, because he always had too keen eyesight. ...
Now it is forever clear that it was he with bitter firmness and right that he erected a monument to the Russian village, drowned before our eyes irrevocably, like Atlantis or Kitezh.
And we still, perhaps, did not understand that it was irretrievable, and still deceived ourselves with patches, and he already knew and built the ark so that, if not "every creature on a pair" (there were no pairs left), then at least the last protect people's spiritual values. And the last time to remind you how close we were to the world to hear the mystery and power of the Russian truth, about which he - this very world - guessed from the books of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, Shmelev and Bunin, with whom I was seeking a dialogue, but that He also drowned himself with our singers, not realizing that he drowns both his spirit and his salvation. ”
“Rasputin was an investigator of the mystery of the human soul, which reveals itself in the tragic circumstances of life, in which good choice does not at all imply a prosperous earthly outcome,” notes Olesya Nikolayev. “He gave Russian literature and Russian life new heroes, revealed new characters ...”.
The departure of an outstanding writer and the “gaping absence” that instantly formed in his place caused the attention of the media, primarily television, which, as we know, craves for an “informational occasion.” While TV could, for example, instead of idiotic talk shows all these years, give domestic viewers a meeting with the writer, but at least in the form of screenings of his works, the benefit is there (remember the films "Rudolfio" Dinara Asanova, "French Lessons" Evgenia Tashkova, “Farewell” by Larisa Shepitko and Elema Klimov, “Vasily and Vasilisa” by Irina Poplavskaya, and also the recent, “Live and Remember” by Alexander Proshkin).
Rasputin did not like post-Soviet corrupting television, said: “Yes, many people are accustomed to that television chewing gum, which is stuffed from morning to evening, many people like it. And the gunmen with shooting and blood, and Sodom in an embrace with Gomorrah, and the vulgarity of Zhvanetsky with Khazanov, and the outrageous Pugacheva, and “Field of Miracles”, and the rest of it. Well, that’s what networks are for to catch naive souls. One thing can be said: I feel sorry for them, either sitting on a hook, or on a needle. ” And he also said: “With us is the Kulikovo field, the Borodino field and Prokhorovka, and with them only the“ Field of Miracles ”. ... There are “theirs”. Obsessed with one task, constituting one “battalion” of lies and debauchery. ”
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Let us know the words of Rasputin the publicist.
For example, in an interview given to him a year before his death, on the day of his 77 anniversary, where he talks about the struggle for Russia, which “only the blind accept for our internal affairs, and do not see that the collapse of Russia has been prepared for a long time and was carried out systematically ". “The present democratic peace in the name of supposedly civilized life is a badly performed act before sacrifice.
Hence, the burdens that have not yet happened on the shoulders of the Russian man, hence his coming before the final fate. Not tomorrow, but today came a decisive test of what we stand for.
Have you still had the courage, perseverance, the ability to strengthen in each of the ten and stand up as an invincible retinue, and what is most important is the test of the strength of our national feeling, which in recent years we have dug our tongues, but have not been able to ascertain what it has increased from such works. "
These words of the writer are prophetic, today we fully feel the apocalyptic correctness of V. Rasputin: “Russia is being torn off as sticky as“ ours ”and others, and there is no end in sight. For the West, the “development” of Russia is a gift from heaven, unheard of luck, the West can now maintain its high standard of living for several more decades. Well, and home thieves, hordes who were born out of some mysterious larvae, are dragging literally everything they reach for their hands, and all segments of the population help them to pull over a piece of bread. Fatherland was knocked down and, like predators, attacked him - a disgusting, unseen picture! Twenty years ago, a world state with a single government, a single economy and a single faith could still be considered a chimera. After the collapse of the USSR and the coming to power of the democratic punks, who enthusiastically reported the success of the destruction to the American president, the world advanced in its mondialist efforts a few years later than in many previous centuries. Pal bastion, which held the national diversity and original fate. After the discovery of America and the dispensation of a mighty cosmopolitan state there, a breakthrough into Russia became the main event of the second half of the last century. This is too important a victory to want to give it back. Now the West is still listening: what is happening in the depths of our country? “And in two or three years they will begin to do the same with us as with Iraq and the Falkland Islands.”
Let's look at Ukraine, from which the “golden billion” of the West is doing the same as with the countries of North Africa or the Middle East, where hundreds of thousands have already been destroyed, and millions of citizens have been expelled from their lands. In 1992, when Ukraine was still not bleeding, when it avoided a civil war, Valentin Rasputin wrote, understanding what everything was going to, what would be molded, as if he had foreseen the current fratricidal hell: “Russian Slavs are one nation, a Russian people, separated from the historical the circumstances in the old days into three parts and in separation made differences that gave reason to be called Small, White and Great Russia ... “Moskali”, “moskalstvo” - you will be curled after us, like your enemies. We are not the first to hear that. Is it far to go for the memory of Kievan Rus, from where we dispersed to three sides with the same face and language, and unless your nationality begins with a return from Lithuania and Poland? Isn't that the degree of resemblance and affinity between us, that there is nowhere else, and now the “Moskal” that you hate is your part, whether you want to or not to admit it ... Your ancestors, who had suffered for Russianness and kept it, did not go for benefit, but to fulfill our common vows. When not their hardness and not loyalty to Russia, to be to you today the dialects of Polish and Austrian ".
Alas, today neither the Polish nor the Austrian dialects, nor the loss of kinship, nor the failure into the civilizational abyss frighten the wild Middle Ages.
However. “It seems there is no reason for faith, but I believe that the West will not receive Russia. All patriots in the coffin did not drive, they are becoming more and more. And if they had driven - the coffins would have stood upright and moved to protect their land. This has not happened yet, but maybe.
I believe - we will remain an independent country, independent, living by its own order, which thousands of years. However, Russia will never have an easy life.
Our wealth is too tidbit ... ".
Someone's talking about patriotism. Rasputin - explains, leaving us this as a testament: “Why patriotism? Why does love for a mother, a holy for life feeling for her? She gave birth to you, put you on your feet, let you go on in life - well, enough from her, then each one on its own. ... Patriotism is not only a constant feeling of an inescapable and blood connection with one's land, but above all a debt to it, joy for its spiritual, moral and physical well-being, verification, as the clocks compare, of its heart with its sufferings and joys. A person in the Motherland is like in a huge family frame, where ancestors will seek for the life and deeds of descendants and where the commandments of the family are large. Without a homeland, he is a spiritual raggedhead, with any wind he can pick it up and carry it in any direction. That is why the whole world tries to make the whole world similar to itself, so that it is easier for them to manage with money, weapons and lies. ... Homeland is first of all a spiritual land in which the past and the future of your people, and only then the "territory" are connected. ... It is impossible to imagine a Motherland without the Trinity-Sergius Lavra, Optina Monastery, Valaam, without the Kulikov Field and the Borodino Field, without the numerous fields of the Great Patriotic War ... The homeland is bigger than us. Stronger than us. Kindly us. Today her fate has been handed to us - let us be worthy of her. ”
“You don’t need to look for a national idea; it lies in plain sight,” says Rasputin. “This is the government of ours, not those of other national interests, the restoration and protection of traditional values, the expulsion to the neck of everyone who corrupts and fools the people, reliance on the Russian name, which harbors a huge, now rejected, force, equal public interest. subjects of the Federation. It is to do away with the monkey imitation of another's way of life, to stop the invasion of a foreign ugly “culture”, to create an order that would follow the direction of our historical and spiritual structure, and not distort it. ... Political cheaters are doing everything in order to root the national idea, protective for the people, to substitute someone else's national or emasculate ours to a non-national letter. "
V. Rasputin believed, not without reason, that reality was beyond the capabilities of current literature, that literature could not offer a “sign” artistic image for expressing the current state of Russia, and that, more than that, an era beyond life began, and there is only one image - Apocalypse in Revelation of John the Divine.
According to his bitter truth, uncompromising journalism, knowledge of the most terrible, darker sides of Russian life, Rasputin may seem like a pessimist (remember his Fire, and the last story, Ivan's Daughter, Ivan's Mother), but what he says about Russian youth: “ Young people take the national shame of Russia closer to the heart (than the generation of forty years old - SM), they are still unsteady, intuitively, but still a feeling of love for their long-suffering Fatherland is uttered.
Young people are now quite different than we were, more noisy, open, energetic, with a thirst for a wider understanding of the world, and we sometimes take this otherness as a stranger. No, she is sensitive to injustice, and this kindness is behind our eyes, which, perhaps, brings her up better than patriotic lectures.
... Confused and poisoned, withdrawn from the native spirit a lot. Even a lot. But there are many survivors and those fleeing, moreover, independently, almost without any support from us. Must be with the support of previous generations who glorified Russia. ”
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Many ask about the role of Orthodoxy in Russian life. Valentina Rasputin has everything clearly: “In the dirty world that Russia is today, it is extremely difficult to keep our faith clean and holy. There is no such monastery, there is no such reserve where it would be possible to isolate oneself from the “world”. But the Russian man no longer has another support, near which he could be strengthened in spirit and cleanse himself from filth, except for Orthodoxy. Everything else was taken from him or he wasted. God forbid to hand over this last! "
In the Orthodox spiritual field, the daughter of the famous philosopher, doctor of philology Anastasia Gacheva, responds to the death of the writer: “I think about Valentin Rasputin and how we, now living, can lend a helping hand to him, already below the death line. Prayer, cordial gasp, bright memory, kind word. But the duty of remembrance, of a loving, resurrecting memory is also to turn to the books of the writer, to his image of the world, man, history. To open precisely in these mournful, farewell days of his story and stories. ... The combination of a memorial prayer and thoughtful reading, understanding the image and the word, an interview with the writer will be our common, collective support to him, going away into eternity, that “chain of love” that stretches from living to dead, testifying that we are all one humanity and that “we shall certainly rise.”
Marina Kudimova publishes, in Facebook, on the day of the writer's death, the poem “In Memory of Valentin Rasputin”:
All giving and all leaving
At the front line,
Resilient to glory
Die in silence.
So silent snow with analysis,
Blinks are fit,
So silent is the people in which
Was and is still alive.
And now over the blood swell
Ascend, contrary to vanity,
In the impossible, half-word,
Things dumb.
It should be understood that with the departure of the All-Russian Irkutsk after V. Gavrilin, G. Sviridov, V. Klykov in this very “impossible, full-word, dumb things”, a certain epoch ends.
“The last of the great Russian writers of the time, who had recently been considered ours, departed to the Lord on the Cross from Krestopoklonnaya,” says Yury Miloslavsky, a Kharkiv-based Kharkov from New York. - Is it possible to say that he survived his / our time? No, by his death, by the will of God, he marked the end of a certain time cycle. The time in which he lived (and which lived in him; there is no paradox here), time is abundant. It is “bound up like a scroll” according to the Seer. Now, when Valentine Rasputin died, everyone, even if it is a little bit attentive, will have to pay attention to what happened to us. God rest, Thy new servant, Your servant Valentine, and make him an eternal memory! ”
We believe that the presence and ministry of Valentin Rasputin will last as long as Russia is on earth, while culture has not run wild to the cave. It was the last great of the Mohicans of Russian culture.
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