“The Russian man likes to come to the edge and recoil. He needs it, do not feed bread. The Russian man will not run from the abyss, but he will come and look at it. And then, when the head is spinning and the horror engulfs, rushes back and will understand everything at once, without words. So: not fit to the edge - and live a child all his life. And it will do - and will mature, the lost years in a second will catch up. Only dangerous is it. After all, not everyone recoils. Many are falling. ”
Archpriest Andrei Tkachev
How many times in its long history Russia and the Russian people stood on the edge and looked into the abyss. According to all the laws of the theory of probability, we should have long since fallen and disappeared from the face of the Earth, dissolved in the assembly of the peoples around us, replenishing their wealth with theirs, their lands, their spirit, their future with theirs.
But each time, in some miraculous way, we did not fall, but instantly having absorbed the terabytes of reality, realizing it, having grown up sharply and gray-haired, passed on to a new level of development. Yes, we always paid a very high price for this “growing up”. Too big. So much so that by paying a similar one, any other people would disappear and dissolve.
Only not us. Perhaps in the entire history of Russia there has not been a decade more terrible for us than a decade after the October Revolution. We and our country were simply destroyed, physically and spiritually. Our temples were destroyed, tens of thousands killed priests, scholars, poets, destroyed our families, our mentality, our morality, and morality, replacing the old ideals with chimeras and simulacra. For the words "Russian" and "Orthodox" just shot. The state machine was soaked through with an alien foreign element that performed only one task: to lead a world revolution on the bones of Russia and the Russian people and build the world of international finance capital, the world of Satan.
The apotheosis of Russophobia was the well-known 12 congress of the RCP (B), at which speakers competed, who would more quickly and effectively destroy "Great Russian chauvinism", Russia, Orthodoxy, the Russian people. The state social order for the destruction of everything Russian was instantly taken up by representatives of the new “elite of spirit” - poets, artists, publicists, and writers.
“Writers must throw overboard literature mysticism, obscenity, national point of view ...”
(“True”, January 1 1925)
And it raced ...
Russia! Is it rotten? Died? Came up?
What! Eternal memory to you.
You did not live, but only sighed
In the dim and close hut.
Crutches creaked and shuffled,
Lips smeared with soot icons,
Above the crows croaks,
She took care of the age-old heavy dream.
Ah, the old woman! Blind and stupid!
Your grandson ruined your hut.
Evil bastards over the distant swamp
Let hiss to him: “Sgin, you fool”!
Bonded with blood and sweat
Do not flinch the USSR.
(V. Aleksandrovsky, verse “Russia and the USSR”, “Pravda” from 13 Aug. 1925.)
From all corners gawking at you,
Tugging at you
The earliest mother, Rasseya,
Tatar, thug mother.
Oh, how soon will the cruel hand
Dispersed from the path pushed?
He is still alive, quiet pool ...
Yes, straighten this brain
Harder than fixing the way.
Yes, to scatter him in the dust
We need a wild life to break
, , , , , , ,
The earliest mother, Rasseya,
Tatar, thug mother.
(A. Bezymensky, “30 Days” journal, M. 1925, 4, p. 34-35.)
Minina to melt,
Why do they need a pedestal?
Enough for us
Two shopkeepers praise,
They are behind the shelves
By chance they
We did not turn our necks.
I know it would be a match.
Think about it,
They saved Russ!
Maybe it would be better not to save?
(Jack [Jacob Moiseeevich] Altauzen, “30 Days”, M. 1930, 8, p. 66.)
With a bell the heart screams:
Old Russia hanged,
And we are her executioners.
According to hieromonk Damascus, by 1939, 1277 churches (out of 54 thousands) remained in Soviet Russia. Only four ruling bishops were free: in pre-revolutionary Russia there were about thirty thousand monastics and more than 110 thousand white clergy, more than a hundred bishops ...
This was the very edge of the bottomless abyss, which Russia once again looked into. But again a miracle happened. After the death of Lenin and Trotsky’s long, long illness, I. Stalin began to strengthen with the help of “appeals” the national composition of the party, get rid of the “internationalists” at all levels of government, and finally, after 1927, he proclaimed building a new empire traditions of Russia and wrapped in a brilliant beautiful piece of paper of Marxism-Leninism. Tough, repressive, unfortunately, too slow and inert, but "the process has begun." The crown of this process was Stalin’s two speeches, July 3 1941, when he addressed the citizens for the first time "Brothers and sisters!", and 24 May 1945, where he said already in the open:
"Comrades, let me raise another, last toast. I would like to raise a toast to the health of our Soviet people, and above all the Russian people. I drink primarily the health of the Russian people because it is the most prominent of the nations that make up the Soviet Union. I raise a toast to the health of the Russian people because he deserved general recognition in this war as the leading force of the Soviet Union among all the peoples of our country. I raise a toast to the health of the Russian people not only because he is the leading people about because he has a clear mind, a staunch character and patience ... "
And as if there were no these hardest decades of persecution and extermination for us. We again became a nation with our faith, soul, and future.
But how difficult was this path of recognition and rebirth. How hard this state ideological machine was spinning, bringing lost values into the consciousness of people.
Before me is the newspaper "Pravda" from January 19 1938. Feuilleton N. Kruzhkova "The crime of the old teacher" to modern man it seems so wild and fantastic that a simple thought doesn’t fit in his head: “And that’s how it was!”
With your permission, I will bring it in full:
“Ivan Aleksandrovich Smorodin, a respected teacher from the village of Bolshaya Sosnova of the Sverdlovsk Region, who worked for 45 for years, made a serious influx: at a pre-election meeting of voters in the Left Bank precinct, he said a hot, excited speech,
- We will vote in the elections to the Supreme Council of OOSR for the eagles and eagles of the Lenin-Stalin party.
And - what is the worst! - Finally, he exclaimed:
- Long live the happy Russian people!
The next day, Ivan Alexandrovich Smorodin was dragged to the answer. Members of the party organization of the Bolshe-Sosnovsky District Executive Committee met as terrible judges.
“That's what, citizen Smorodin,” asked the presiding officer, starting the harsh interrogation, “you seem to be in our organization as a sympathizer?”
- I am.
- Did you speak at the meeting yesterday?
- Performed ...
- And he didn’t just speak, but made a counter-revolutionary raid.
- That was not ...
- That is, how was not ?! About eagles and eagles spread? And finally, he said: “Long live the happy Russian people” ?!
“To shout“ Long live the Russian people! ”Is the most naked, unbridled chauvinism. Now it is clear to you, citizen Smorodin, that you have made a class hostile outing ...
With haste, not giving any description, the workers of the district executive committee decided that the old teacher, who had worked 45 for years honestly, should be expelled from the ranks of sympathizers and raise the question of his immediate dismissal from work.
The decision is like a thunder struck Ivan Alexandrovich Smorodin and all those who knew him and respected. A single stroke of the pen put an end to a man who has long and honestly worked in the field of public education. For what?
The torments of Ivan Alexandrovich Smorodin were just beginning. At the general meeting of teachers of the school where our terrible criminal taught, the question of “a counter-revolutionary outing Currant” was urgently discussed.
To the shame, it should be noted that the Bolshe Sosnovsk teachers did not find the courage to dismiss foolish, ridiculous accusations at the address of their comrade, a respected teacher. On the contrary, among those who gathered, there were brisk deceivers, who hastened to join their voice with the voice of fools and slanderers. Sneaks loud bass and baritones began to shout at Currant, accusing him of all mortal sins. Of course, various tricky questions rained down. Echidnye languages asked whether the teacher Smorodin kissed the icons before the revolution, who planted a garden for him, why his wife went to the kolkhoz, why he quarreled with his sister.
The assembly of teachers decided:
1. To ask the region to exclude Currants from the regional book of honor.
2. Ask the area to exclude Currants from the ranks of the teacher.
Dirty lump of ridiculous and vile accusations against a man who is guilty only of the patriot's hot heart beating in his chest, was growing every day. The presidium of B.-Sosnovsky district executive committee decided that it was impossible for him to remain indifferent and, in turn, promptly made a decision: because the teacher Smorodin spoke at an election meeting "with enemy agitation aimed at disrupting the election campaign" (what a twist!) “Exclude Smorodin from the district teachers’ book of honor and ask the presidium of the Sverdlovsk Regional Executive Committee to exclude from the regional teachers ’book of honor, and also ask Oblon to remove Currant from the teacher’s work, and also take Smorodina from the members of the plenum of the district executive committee ".
The shameful decision was signed by Chairman Danilov and Acting Secretary Korlyakov.
Of course, the chairman of the district committee of the union of primary school workers in Proskuryakov also did not want to be in the wake of events, sending a poisonous piece of paper to Sverdlovsk, describing how Smorodin allowed an anti-Soviet prank, as he said about eagles and how chauvinistically exclaimed: “Long live happy Russian people! ”
From the village of Bolshaya Sosnova, utter nonsense, richly flavored with slander, crawled to Sverdlovsk, to the regional committee of the union of workers in primary schools.
It would seem that here is the end of this whole story. One would assume that there are intelligent, politically literate people in the regional committee who are able to put an end to the unscrupulous persecution of the old teacher. But it was not there! From Sverdlovsk the instructor of the Zolotavina union went to Bolshaya Pine. She examined the question, interviewed the accused and the prosecutors, and came to the conclusion that there was nothing reprehensible in the actions of malicious slanderers from Big Pine. So it is necessary to do. Once a person exclaimed: “Long live the Russian people!”, It means that he is a chauvinist.
The Presidium of the Regional Committee of the Union 7 on January 1938 of the year decided: “In view of the ambiguities, postpone the question to an additional investigation.” This can be understood only in such a way that the regional committee of the union did not want to take responsibility in this, in his opinion, delicate matter. Let's see, wait for the others to decide ...
Ivan Aleksandrovich Smorodin, tortured by a persecution, began to doubt himself in the simplicity of his soul. He began to think that it would be better for him not to mention the Russian people.
Dear Ivan Alexandrovich! You said it very well, very warmly - they said it beautifully! Do not be ashamed of your words, do not be ashamed of your feelings of love for the great and heroic Russian people. They are completely natural and legitimate. You have to be a geek or a cretin, or an enemy of a people, in order not to love your people.
It's all clear. Only one question is unclear: who organized the persecution of an honest teacher Ivan Alexandrovich Smorodin? It is difficult to assume that only fools acted here, although it was not without fools. Undoubtedly, Ivan Aleksandrovich Smorodin fell victim to the insolent actions of the enemies of the people, who tried to hide their true identity under the guise of ostentatious vigilance.
There is no doubt that the prosecutor’s office will bring to justice the perpetrators of the harassment of the old teacher. ”
Then we still had large and small abysses, the crucible of the most terrible war in which we won, post-war famine and devastation that did not prevent us from being the first in space to create a unique science, build BAM and industry giants, create a greenhouse incubator for society .
And here came the 90 with another attempt to physically destroy our people and the state, this time through economic means. Emergency Committee, the assault of the White House, Ostankin, mining helmets, famine, the destruction of all industry, scientific base, social structure, rampant crime, lawlessness in power, local civil wars, a parade of sovereignties, mass emigration to the "well-fed West", a catastrophic birth rate , falling levels of health and total hopelessness for ordinary people.
All this in a complex should once again enslave and destroy the people, destroy the state, throw us into the abyss. But, as it always was in our history, at the most critical moment a new leader emerged, who again was able to stop the inevitable, move this huge colossus, Russia, in the right direction, and, like 70 more than years ago, slowly and painfully revive Russia, our people It was Vladimir Putin. It did not take several decades to, as in the case of Stalin, the entire ideological machine of the West fell upon him. Putin "gets his" almost online, without delay. But no less vicious and big. Still, he broke the next plans for the destruction of Russia and the Russian people. This is not forgiven to anyone.
But one thing remains in the arsenal of the West weapon - test prosperity. Replacing spiritual values in people with material ones. The temptation of the stomach and pleasures.
If I'm not mistaken, the American science fiction writer Isaac Asimov had a story in which he described the future of Western consumer society. All people spent their time in pleasure, riding on the carousel. They were so busy getting entertainment that they did not notice how from time to time one of the neighboring booths turned over, and people flew down from it to recycle them as resources for the carefree living of the rest. There is nothing free, you have to pay for everything. To pay with your life, soul, morality, value system, future generations, the ancestors' covenants, the country ... Pay with your own self. Nobody announces this price to you, but in the end you yourself realize it. But sometimes it is already too late, and you fly into the next abyss. Now Russia is passing this test, and with it every one of us. And from the fact that in the end we choose, depends not only our future personally, but also the future of our children and grandchildren, the future of Russia.
An epigraph to this article was an excerpt from Archpriest Andrei Tkachev’s story On the Edge. I want to bring it in full.
Believe me, it is worth it to read it and think.
On the edge
The girl was crying in the check-in hall of the international airport. The luggage had already been handed over, the boarding pass was already on hand, and she was crying. No wonder. Girls often cry because life is incomprehensible, confused and unfair. Because the sea does not argue. How many do not shout at him, like Demosthenes, it will throw its indifferent salty waves onto the shore and hoot over and over again on the concrete embankment of the seaside town. And often, when a small person is standing one on one before the disobedient vital element, tears, as salty as sea water, flow from his eyes without asking for permission.
Her name was Olya, and his Ozan. Ozan in Turkish - "singer". Where did they meet? Where and how did he turn her head to his songs? In social networks, and then on Skype. Where else? Life in the native seaside town is so boring and monotonous, and the Turkish nightingale sang such tender words that even Google translator could not spoil their meaning. How the heart does not beat faster! And the TV, unfortunately, fed the country for several months with Turkish serials. There women are noble, and men are strong and sober. They respect the mother's word and more death fear shame. There, nature mixed together seagulls, the sea, and cypresses, and the high blue sky, and history has spiced up all this luxury with temples, mosques and fortresses. It's all close - just on the side of the sea, which can be crossed, and fly, if only there was a hunt. And when he “sang”: “Come,” was it possible to refuse?
Mother let go. Why not? The girl needs to arrange a life. Who are you going to arrange it here? Abroad, people are cultured, sober, hardworking. A thought flashed through her that in her old age she herself would become a “khanum” and would drink coffee on a white marble terrace. “Go, daughter. Everywhere people live. ”
Ozan ordered tickets, and Olya went.
When she returned home, there was no doubt: you need to get married. The rich family, all beautiful, as in the series, took her as if she was already the daughter-in-law. And the house is big, and the seagulls scream, and the air smells like lemon. Ozan speaks Russian a little bit, and for a couple of days Olya began to explain a little bit in Turkish, like on an exam, peeping at a tourist phrasebook. Only Ozana’s mother said on the day of departure, and Ozan translated, with her eyes lowered: “It will be necessary to accept Islam.” After a short pause, the mother added: "Accept Islam, and you will be like a daughter to me."
What is "accept Islam"? It is very simple. Say with the witnesses of the shahad, that's all. Roksolana, she was the daughter of a priest, and Islam accepted, and Olya is only the daughter of a fisherman and a barmaid who never went to church except she was baptized as a child. Mother thought Olina confirmed. “What's wrong with Islam? People are good, they pray to God. And you don't do anything bad to Christ. What kind of sin is there? ”After talking with her mother, the last doubts disappeared. Every day Olya and Ozan would sit on Skype, discussing their future happy life. And she had already learned the language, and he, impatient for the East, demanded that she come soon. The whole family is waiting, the wedding is already being prepared. Finally, a one-way ticket was purchased.
A one-way ticket. "One way ticket". There was such a disco-style song in 1970's, the text of which was rewritten in the Soviet Union. “I have a Blue Bird. I'm coming for you, "- sang some VIA. But Olya was born later, and if she danced, then to other rhythms.
“One-way ticket ...” “I am behind the Blue Bird ...”
There were no tears at parting. Mother was happy for her daughter, her daughter was trembling from the presentiment of unprecedented change, from the expectation of happiness, from female fear, from something else, but both eyes were dry. Tears appeared later at the airport. They came suddenly, for no reason at all. Suddenly boiling in the chest, a hot wave rose to the throat and splashed out of her eyes in an unstoppable stream. Were these tears that the girls poured for centuries before the first night with her husband, when the spit was tied up with a greasy candle? Were these tears of parting with their native land? But who knows? In the women's eyes a lot of water. Women's eyes are often in a wet place, and to explain that yes how, words are not enough. The metal voice is completely slurred, in Russian and in English, but it is equally incomprehensible, imitated the announcements of boarding and the end of registration. And the girl who was waiting for the black-eyed groom on the other side of the sea sat on a hard chair and howled like a fool, not understanding the reason for the tears.
- Why are you crying so bitterly?
Next to Olya sat a man of about fifty, all gray and handsome, like a Hollywood drama actor.
“I'm getting married,” she blurted out with surprise for herself through her tears.
- So what are you crying? Need to rejoice.
“I will accept Islam,” the girl said again, marveling at the sound of her voice and, even more, at the content of the words. It can be said that her heart has not yet suffered a single second from a future change of faith. So only - doubted a little bit. And there was no change, because no one would have called her a believer. For the first time she accepted the faith of others, rather than changing hers to another. But here the language spoke unexpected words, and these words turned out to be the right answer - they testified to the sudden tears that had stopped. As if from herself, having unexpectedly heard the answer about the reason for the bitter crying, she suddenly realized what had happened, and for the last time suddenly wiped off her dried eyes.
- Islam to accept? - the man looked at her carefully. - This is not good.
“I know it myself,” the girl, swollen with tears, answered and again was surprised at what was said. Because she didn't know anything like that a minute ago.
- I will give you an icon here.
The man reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.
- Mother of God. You pray to her. She will govern everything.
The icon was small, laminated and was called "The recovery of the dead." How to pray, Olga did not really know. She just began to look at the scapular, and again the tears, just not in streams, but in two mean drops, flowed out of her eyes.
The man left for landing. He left suddenly and without giving his name, as he came. And Olya also got up from a hard chair a minute later. But not on the landing, but to the exit led her legs. As her tongue had just spoken the truth several times in a row, without checking with her head, so her legs did not carry her towards the doors behind which the runway began, but towards the doors with the words “To the city” and arrows pointing to the stop buses.
“The Russian man likes to come to the edge and recoil. He needs it - do not feed bread. The Russian man will not run from the abyss, but he will come and look at it. And then, when the head is spinning and the horror engulfs, rushes back and will understand everything at once, without words. So: not fit to the edge - and live a child all his life. And it will do - and will mature, the lost years in a second will catch up. Only dangerous is it. After all, not everyone recoils. Many are falling. ”
A stewardess, plump and pink-cheeked, fresh and sweet, like spring itself, waved her arms in the aisle and showed where to run in case of an accident. Looking at her, it seemed that in the event of an accident, everyone would be just as fun and easy to run along the aisles, as she is now waving her hands. The man buckled up his seat belt and smiled, looking at the flight attendant.
“Comes to the edge and recoil. And yet dangerous. Many are falling. ”
"Boeing" began to taxi to take off. On the other side of the terminal, another bus departed from the bus stop. The white, as snow, head of the passenger leaned against the glass window.
Archpriest Andrei Tkachev.
November 18 2013 city
Do not betray Russia!