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Because he does not need the bows of flat-faced, thick-necked, otzerugateli…
And it would be wonderful if, on the memorable February day, before his face, enshrined in bronze and granite, only people would bow their heads, in whose souls the halo of sacrificial blood shines!
Let the one who broke his umbilical cord with the Bulgarian race, who rejected human righteousness, not pass through the holy places of the Fatherland. And any politician who despised the Deacon’s desire to “renew” and “restore” the Bulgarian state, better not approach the monument, because our dramatic history is marred by cowards, subject to hellish passions, ready to even stake the highest in meaning causes of their own well-being.
How many of today’s rulers are fighting for the “democratic” one, for the “pure and holy republic” as you dreamed of, Deacon?
“There will be no king in Bulgaria, but a people’s rule and to each his own.” And what did we do? We brought the king, we gave him generous gifts, we even gave him a jubilee, and we slandered the titan from Leipzig, to the shame of other nations and the world! Have we not desecrated your political views – the complete negation of the monarchy? And as for “to each his own” – it did not work and is not working, because it is unsuitable for our modern, more European country.
From the created common good, they rowed and rowed, only a few scooped up with the ladle. And why did the higher authorities try to divide and multiply as much as possible the institutions strung together like rosary beads, completely deliberately suppressing Deacon’s idea of ”democratic centralism”. And how will anyone be hired to judge the modern daredevils – a dog drags, there is no trace! And everything seized is “legal” according to the tailored and reshaped laws.
And where is that basic law, called to build a true democracy? What about the romantic notion of a society “without privileged classes and individuals”? Didn’t you, Deacon, embrace the ideas of the French Revolution, Tommaso Campanella’s ideas about human society (“Children of the Sun”).
And how to go to “superior voice” when they are neck and neck in the People’s… And if there is something that no decent person can deny, that today there are no “joint forces” (that spread all over the world world) that even if someone decent and capable of being a messiah appears, the wolfish and unconscious magnates are ready to tear him apart and throw him out of the political scene.
And how faithfully you understood it – can a state exist without “organization and discipline” – discipline for everyone – from bottom to top and from top to bottom. But it is valid below for the sheep-hearted and a stretchable concept for the soulless above. How did he dream of “social justice” when for nine years he crossed the hills and hills, languished in village rooms and monastery cells, and bore with anger and pain the sorrows and misfortunes of the Bulgarian family. He was ashamed of the glassy good table, how could you know that the whole village felt sorry for you when you were in bed – to eat and get well, because for them you were a saint in the people’s work. The poor morsel of poor Bai Ivan Arabadzhia was also sweet to you, it was sweet to you when he wandered through huts and hamlets…, to villages and towns, you also liked the corn pie and dried herbs. And when you were most secret and pure – did you sing, did you sing, your voice poured out your heart’s urges, raised your hymns to God…, you sang in that mill, outside the winter whirlwinds were raging and enchanted with the ecstasy of your indomitable spirit… Your greatest brother – the future Voivode. A coincidence or a stroke from the tragic chronicle, from the existence of the holy tandem – the Apostle and the Voivode – a tandem rarely encountered, even an exception in world history.
Here, that alone is enough for you, Bulgarian, to be proud of being a descendant of such earthly and divine people.
Eh, Deacon, Deacon – how many prayers did you make up to the last one on the gallows?
What was he begging God for in his sweet-voiced cherubik in the Church of the Holy Mother of God, so the worshipers through tears looked up, through the church dome… to the Most High?
In his mind he was drawing the horizons of “social equality”. Alas! Today we are on two shores: on one side – the disgraced people, drowning in misery and apathy, on the other side – the fed-up political tricksters!
And the “clean accounts” – they remained in your notebooks, and human qualities are also measured by another yardstick: honest work is a fool, justice – a class concept, the ideal – an anachronism! Today we again hang and shoot those who worshiped your name and followed your example.
We measure masculinity in other directions – incomprehensible, cosmically distant from your asceticism, and human dignity – according to the wallet. Packs of emissaries, bezirgians, have moved across your Bulgaria, they follow us, look at us, pat and hug us, because God has planted us at an important crossroads, and our land is rich, the water is clean, many things come to us, but our fool is nowhere he is not here. All kinds of magi from the East, from the West, and even across the ocean are walking around the Christian Balkans, rummaging between the Slavic brothers…
As for the clean person – hard work, looking for a needle in a haystack, and pouring a drop of tar into curd – that’s enough! We have forgotten your story: “You don’t need so much pushing and detours, but say: ‘This and that is your fault,’ so that I can correct myself if I am a clean person.” The rulers do not appreciate the wisdom of your word, and their people need clean people in order to have “equality of peoples, nations and minorities”, as you craved.
You taught the village folk heroic songs and talim, awakened the excitement for the “Great Wedding”, and today we have melted grandfather Yotsov’s joy for the Bulgarian military and are feeding foreign soldiers.
In his legendary existence, he went by many names – the people merged them all into the Apostle, but until his last breath on the gallows he protected and sanctified again the name of Ignatius Starozagorski, who hung on the gallows as a passionate supporter of the Orthodox Christian faith, whose name is Vasil Kunchev, you receive at the monastic tonsure.
Many painters wrote you and write you, Deacon, but no one placed you in the circle of the icon, because how else – the gallows has spread its black shadow in our annals and has risen like a light over the whole of Bulgaria, and even further – everywhere, where the Bulgarian heart beats, and has become an icon, not subject to the winds that blow on the peaks, and where the eagles’ nests howl and furrow the skies…
You are right that time turns us and we turn it. Both you and the Voivode, the rulers were curdled on the walls of their offices in front of my eyes, but we below carry you in our hearts and souls, and we build in our thoughts and dreams that – the poor fatherland, where Loudness will reign…, Equality and Freedom !!!
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