Before the elections in Belarus there were two events. The Belarusian writer, the author of the famous book “The War Does Not Have a Woman's Face” became a Nobel laureate in literature. Svetlana Aleksievic. Almost at the same time, about two hundred Ukrainians in military uniform and balaclava, with cold and firearms, were detained on the Ukrainian-Belarusian border. weapons.
And Death followed them.
I saw the national intelligentsia suddenly burst into glory and attention. And then I saw how these “people with bright faces” - the groom-groom — were attacked by assault troops. Burn at home. There are pogroms. Declared national cleansing.
And then, a little later, only half a step behind, there is a war. And the cities are burning. And the corpses lie on the streets. And the crowds are chanting slogans that are not known to us, not familiar to our ears. We do not understand the words, but we understand that this is the language of death. This she walks on the ground. It is in her language screaming crowd.
By this time, not everyone remembers people with bright faces. They fled, hid, dispersed. And there is no time to remember them. People are busy with others - they survive, they kill, they fight for a piece of bread. And from above, they look like a rising, like the sun, smiling Death. It was she who laid the road light-faced people.
Let's remember them.
Gulrukhsor Safieva. In 90-s in Dushanbe, she made speeches about national revival. About "the beautiful dark-eyed Motherland, desecrated by the northern barbarians" and that "the hour of reckoning has come, and let the blood wash away the Russian dirt."
In Tajikistan, civil war broke out. It claimed thousands of lives, threw the republic back in development for many decades. The people that Stalin called "the lions of Asia" are now batting on our construction sites and sweeping our streets. Lions pay to listen to hyenas and macaques.
Now the poetess lives in Moscow.
But the Georgian philosopher Merab Mamardashvili. Let us listen to the thinker's speech: “Russians, wherever they moved, as Cossacks to Baikal or Kamchatka (they were even brought to Alaska and, thank God, they sold it in time, and it did not turn out today everything was turned), wherever they moved, they carried slavery on their backs ... ”
And: “There is Georgian dignity. We did not want to accept this crappy, impoverished life that Russians are content with. They agree with her, we Georgians do not. Look at Tbilisi houses, sidewalks. Dirty houses, dilapidated gates, but inside - comfortable apartments, clogged with things, high-quality imported equipment. This atmosphere reflects the self-respect of Georgians, which is absent from the Russians. Russians are ready to eat herring on a piece of newspaper. A normal, not degenerate Georgian is not capable of this. The inner surface of the shell reflects the image of Georgian self-esteem, his self-esteem. "
And here comes his countryman and political opponent Zviad Gamsakhurdia: “Ossetians are direct agents of the Kremlin and terrorists; Ossetians do not have the right to this land. They are new people here. ” He also: “Armenians and Azerbaijanis, who make up 20 percent of the population of Georgia, are the threat of the Georgian nation. Most of them are enemies. ”
The war, which lasted for a couple of decades, blood, refugees, and hatred — adequately rewarded the efforts of the Georgian intellectuals and the people who listened to them.
Moldova! Beautiful country of wine and hominy, which prettier local girls. And what a poetess! To take Leonid Lari. There is a known about her история:
“At the beginning of 90, Larry suddenly realized that she was Romanian, called the great Romanian medieval Moldavian ruler, Stephen the Great, and wanted to marry him. Leonida was a married woman, so she urgently divorced her Russian husband. Another obstacle - the ruler died a few centuries ago. And it does not matter: Leonid marries his monument, set in the heart of the city of Chisinau, the capital of the Republic of Moldova. The wedding took place at a huge gathering of people, Mrs. Lari was in her wedding dress. For some reason, they did not put a wedding suit on the monument. The Orthodox priest solemnly married the newlyweds, knocked the wedding ring on the monument, put the ring on the finger of the poetess and announced the young man as husband and wife. The crowd was pleased. ”
What was Larry talking about? “Let me have elbow-high blood in my hands, but I’ll throw out invaders, newcomers and mankurts across the Dniester, I’ll throw them out of Transnistria, and you, the Romanians, are the real owners of this long-suffering land, get their houses, their apartments together with their furniture ... We will make them speak Romanian, respect our language, our culture ... ”
Marat Gelman recalls: “The Popular Front then piled up around the Writers Union; Mihai Chimpoy (a friend of his father) and Leonida Lari - a beautiful, poetess who led the crowds in the squares. Druce, which they also wanted to be nationalists (after all, the only eminent writer), - they avoided and remained to live in Moscow. Leonida Lari could become a Moldovan Yulia Tymoshenko. I remember the rally at which she screamed: Russians, raise your hands! Half raised. “This is where your apartments are,” she continued.
My friend now sometimes remembers how the T-60 tower in Transdniestria flew off with his shot ... If you need repairs in the apartment - no one will do it better than the Moldovans. It’s hard to find good hands for such a small price.
“I love Russians, but only in Russia. Latvian Russians must leave the country. And if they do not do it voluntarily, they will have to be expelled forcibly. How, for example, the tenants are thrown out of the apartments - bailiffs with the police come and ... goodbye! ”The leader of the National Front of Latvia once said Aivars Garda. The teacher of the local "Academy of Culture", by the way. Cultural man.
Or maybe I knowingly suspect the Nobel laureate of something like that? After all, she was given a prize for humanism and all that. But let's hear it. Let's check. Word to the winner:
“We are a small nation that the Russians have always destroyed ...” she threw up somehow.
And here's another: “We are dealing with a Russian man who, over the past 200 years, has almost fought 150 years. And never lived well. Human life is worth nothing to him, and the notion of greatness is not that a person should live well, but that the state should be large and packed with rockets. In this vast post-Soviet space, especially in Russia and Belarus, where the people were first deceiving 70 for years, then for another 20 years they were robbed, very aggressive and dangerous people for the world grew. ”
The above quotes are such a translation of “Moskalyaku to Gilyaku” into an intellectual language.
What is the fundamental difference between the reasoning of these lights and the articles of Dr. Goebbels? Compare? Guess who the author is?
“Russians fight with dull, almost animal determination and sometimes demonstrate tremendous contempt for death. The stories of the participants in the battle for Sevastopol about the stubborn resistance of the Soviet troops need clarification - otherwise they can confuse a large part of the public. Defense is the essence of their national character. They are insensitive, like animals. Deprivation and poverty are the usual conditions for their existence, and therefore the Russians do not cling so much to life. The life of the common man is less valued there than the bicycle. High fertility allows you to quickly make up for any losses. Russians have always been like this, and most likely they will always remain so. In addition, it is not so difficult to give one's life when there is no glimmer of hope in it, except for the mirage of a distant paradise, attracting even in a moment of danger. We do not need to spread the terrible threat posed by these heavily armed, stupid millions for Germany and all of Europe. A soldier going on the attack is indifferent to the motives of the defending opponent. Knowing all this, however, is necessary - so as not to create a false impression. Bolshevism masterfully uses the peculiarities of the Slavic soul. It is not by chance that this nightmarish experiment became possible only in Russia. It required a primitive, animal dullness peculiar to the peoples living in the USSR, as well as the limited social and economic expectations of them ”.
Is there any difference?
Black comes over gray
The progressive intelligentsia likes to repeat, out of place and out of place, the phrase from “Struggle for God” by the Strugatsky brothers that Black comes to power after the gray ones. They will repeat it once again and look at you with a feeling of the deepest moral superiority - they wait for you to acknowledge this superiority. And they do not hear how behind their backs, behind the backs of "people with bright faces" - the groom-groom - gray attack planes are striding: "Mkhedrioni", "Freedom", "Right Sector".
They revel in their own experiences at the Solovki stone. Ignoring the fact that the graves of those carried away by Yeltsin’s reforms have not yet settled.
And it did not start yesterday. This has been going on for 25 years already! A quarter of a century blood is shed. And every bloodshed begins with them. Words and deeds. Tongue and baseball bat. Provocateur and performer. Nobel laureate, writer, philosopher, poet, intellectual - and a mob, Nazi, murderer, executioner.
All this parts and accomplices of crime. And the Nobel Prize is to make the language of the ruler of thoughts become longer and more sensible. These are like thorns on a baton. And this is also a vanity drug, used to deprive an intellectual of the remnants of reflection, to take away from him the possibility of repentance, to stupefy him with a sense of his own superiority.
It all always starts the same way. And ends the same. In Central Asia, in the Caucasus, in the Baltic States, in Ukraine, in Moldova.
Everything is exactly as it used to be in Germany. Only manure is more rustic, and engine oil is less.
Does this newly minted laureate understand this? I guess so. In any case, after the lost lawsuits from the Afghan soldiers and their relatives, filed because of the deliberate distortion of the future nobeliate of their stories, it is somewhat naive to ask about intentionality of actions.
Concerning Aleksievich Viktor Shenderovich He spoke like this: “Svetlana’s predecessor, Nobel Prize winner Boris Pasternak, wrote that the book is a smoking cube piece of conscience, and nothing more. If it were not for this circumstance, the Nobel Prize could have been given by Muruki. And so - she went right on purpose. "
It was possible to experience illusions about what lies ahead, how your word would respond, long ago, when there were no wars within the USSR, there were no bodies on the streets until the refugees flowed from the outskirts to the center of Russia. Silly, but it was possible.
But now? After what happened? How can one so calmly and even with pathos call “smoking conscience” what is opposite to conscience?
I have a hypothesis. These people have a role-playing game that lasts a lifetime. With the only difference that people play not in “The Lord of the Rings”, considering themselves to be elves or dragons, not in the doctor or daughter-mother, but in the conscience of the nation and the “nobles of the spirit”. And now the duke of spirit Shenderovich, the viscountess of the spirit Albats and the Countess of the spirit Aleksievich assign roles.
“You, Vitenka, will be a witty writer. And you, Svetochka, - with conscience. And now let's expose these stupid cattle together: once-two-started! ”
Only this rolevki can not leave. You can not return to normal life. Here, the cuckoo praises the rooster, not only because she wants to hear a complimentary response — although mutual praise is always beneficial in all senses. They are praised here because the social circle and the silent conspiracy of mutual handshake, mutual praise, mutual closing of eyes on the “particular” is the only thing that stands between the members of this silent conspiracy and the terrible truth.
The truth that others know is precisely for this and the people hated by the conspirators.
So they are running to the rescue of each other at the slightest sign of a gap in the credibility of the legend for domestic consumption. If you do not constantly maintain within the team faith in an alternate reality, the reality of the game, then imaginary gilding peels off, and those who considered themselves to be an aristocrat of the spirit, the conscience of a nation, a sharp mind or a burning truth, the foremost representative of mankind surrounded by worthy comrades, may be in front of the mirror .
And from the mirror he will look at the idiot, with saliva on his chin and his hands covered in blood. He is surrounded by shabby women and swindlers who have spent life in high service, not even before the gentlemen, but before the upstarts and impostors.
In the mirror that - five minutes to dead.