I'll start with a repetition. Everything has its time, place and action. At this time, I am in the same place and trying to perform an action. It consists in stopping smiling and forcing the pencil to fix its thoughts. However, difficult!
Just want to confess one sin: a wild desire to gloat! By golly! Well, okay, closer to the body.
In the first lines of my own, I would like to express my deep gratitude to all the members of the forum "VO" for the response, which was caused by my article-reasoning. Personal thanks to the editorial board of "VO" for helping the "exile" in expressing his thoughts.
So, friends, read your comments, and there was a great desire to talk with each of you.
Everything is very simple. I am a person born in the USSR, brought up by a Soviet school and my parents. And well-learned principles of goodness, devotion and love.
Now someone will say: “Oops! Blah blah blah! ”And rightly so. At some time I would say that too. But he learned one truth that my mother often repeated: “If you want to condemn someone, look at the mirror for a start. You look, you will see a problem! ”How sometimes our parents are right!
And now gloating! Yes! I “live” in “cotton candy”, “cozy cottage” and in me: suede jackets - three, Japanese radio lines - two, Czech service - one ... well, and so on, according to the list. And then, according to Mayakovsky:
Envy! I - burzhuin!
Beer gorging with sausages!
Kindergarten, by golly.
It was thought: what are we all so embittered steel? Media slop poured without end and edge, causing an overwhelming desire to smash everything to hell. Even we, ordinary people, commenting on something or someone, are trying to poke each other in cow lepah! And then we marvel - how did it happen? And me for what?
Why am I doing this? Yes, everything is also ... Nothing will change in this world, until one of the truths reach each of us - you have to be kinder. To parents and children of yours, friends, random companions. You look, and people will reach for you. Although ... perhaps it is utopia.
You know, life goes on! Whatever we say. And what is most interesting, we continue it. Let in a monotonous, boring and monotonous rhythm. Life, by definition, can not be a permanent holiday. The only thing is that there may be moments in it that we will remember.
Speaking of memory.
I do not know the names of those paratroopers, riot policemen and sobrovtsy, tankers, pilots and infantrymen, people who gave their lives defending the land of their ancestors and descendants. But can tell authentic stories those people whom I knew and know. Alive and already gone! Such as Sasha Chernov and Vitya Konovalov.
A lot of them, those about which we do not know! But what I want to say: I will remember my guys! While alive and in the mind. And I will tell my children.
Memory, our memory, the memory of a bright, uncluttered past, probably is our salvation. To be strong, to be kind precisely because we remember what made us so. Russian.
Yes, I live in Germany, as it happens, but Russian is not a place of residence, it is a state of mind. And I have here my little piece of Russia. And the way I live, I think, is not the most important thing. I can cite as an example many people whose well-being is immeasurably higher than mine. But this does not mean anything, except that they are richer. Yes, in principle, you can list them yourself, without me.
And everyone has his own trench. Someone in Russia, someone in Germany, in Kazakhstan, in Armenia ... We were scattered, God forbid. But does it really mean that you should hang a certain label on everyone?
It is possible, but one is Russian.