And here it happened again.
This has happened before.
It is not me that a good man has become our fellow citizen. I'm talking about poems.
They were previously read aloud by foreigners. For example, for promotional purposes.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
But it is worth noting that in this case, the choice of marketers is not accidental. Of all the Russian poems, they had to choose not just Russian - but the most Russian. This, which can only pronounce Russian. The goal after all was to play on it.
And it was not chosen something pretentious and formidable, but this is a childish, naive, sunny and good poem.
Once is an accident. Twice - a coincidence. Three is fate.
Three times in order to tell the world that he is Russian, a man made these lines.
These strange poems always appear where a meeting takes place between Russia and something else. This is a promise poem. This poem is an oath. This poem is a symbol of faith. Everything has a double meaning in it.
Could do without it. This poem could have remained just a sweet nursery rhyme. But a Russian fate happened to him, which tells us to do, for whatever we took, - a Kalashnikov assault rifle. Not in the sense of a murder weapon, but in the sense of a weapon for defending the weak against the strong: after all, the famous AK was born precisely from this concept - the concept of a national defensive war against an incredibly strong opponent.
And this Russian destiny slipped the nursery rhyme to the director Balabanov, who inserted it into his new Russian epic about the new Russian hero Danilo, taking out the Russian riches from the evil foreign land and full of the loot Russian wealth.
Danila Bagrov, walking to the top of a skyscraper on foot, feet, and not on an elevator, with a pistol, and reading a nursery rhyme about love for the Motherland and for the world - this is the image of Russia felt by Balabanov. This is his paraphrase attributed to Bismarck: “Do not expect that once taking advantage of Russia's weakness, you will receive dividends forever. Russians always come for their money. And when they come - do not rely on the Jesuit agreements that you have signed, supposedly justifying you. They are not worth the paper they are written on. Therefore, it is worth playing with Russians either playing honestly or not playing at all. ”
Danila, walking up the stairs of this skyscraper, gave each line a second, adult Russian meaning. Heavy and dangerous.
He expressed what the Russians are silent about.
Russia is heading for the top of the world. It does not come from the main entrance. From there it is not taken. She goes not without weapons - she will not give up what belongs to her by right, just like that.
She goes, repeats to herself what she knows about herself from the first moment of her existence on earth.
"I found out that I have a huge family ...."
Our children open their eyes for the first time, for the second, they get to know us, the world, they connect with us with the world, with each other, with thousands of threads of cordial connections. They become one people with us that way.
Adults from other countries look at us, recognize us. And recognizing us, our goals, dreams, hopes, aspirations - suddenly, against our will, they begin to repeat together with our children a children's poem "I learned that I have a huge family ...."
We are this family. For all of humanity. This is the moment of recognizing yourself. New. Or again.
"And the path, and the woods, in the field, each spikelet ..."
Homeland is not only an abstraction. She is part of a beautiful world created for us. She is our cradle, our mother who carries our souls, nourishes them with the juices of our culture, nourishes us physically - with proteins, fats and carbohydrates. Saturating our vision with its unique nature, our hearing with our speech and music, our brain with knowledge and riddles.
"Everything is mine, my dear ..."
It does not mean privatized, appropriated, stolen.
It means - identified with itself. Native. Part of the personality. irrevocable, non-foldable responsibility. Mine is not by the right of owner, but by right of kinship. My mother, my daughter, my son, my father, my friend, my wife.
My house. My yard. The tree near which he first confessed his love. School. My school.
The grave of my grandparents. My grave
Here “my” equals “I.”
“This is my motherland. I love everyone in the world. ”
Without love, everything is dead. Only love begets life. Only love begets creativity. Only she gives the right to intervene and only she gives strength to the feat.
Accepting love as the basis of your relationship with the world is the behavior of one who is worthy of power over him.
This is not “moskalyaku on Gilyak” and not “la la la” - wheezing of powerlessness and hatred, but words about love: “I love everyone in the world.”
All of them.
In the world.
Saying these words, someone gives the whole world a promise that will never leave him alone. What will not pass by. As for everything, he has a business.
His power is absolute, because it comes from love and therefore it is not capable of abuse.
He is omnipotent, because his strength is a product of his awareness of his duty. And debt arises from understanding your ability to change the world.
Must - means you can, you mean - should.
The staircase we all follow is not infinite. She is incredibly tall. But not infinite.
We still have time to repeat this poem many times.
Some time will be the last.
And someone will hear footsteps and voices, stubbornly repeating the lines of a children's poem.
And then Russia will get down to business.
“What is the power? Power is in the truth. Russian Mani Crimea. Donbass. Kiev. Syria. Serbia Come on. ”