/ world today news/ In the evening before the planned opening of the monument to Tsar Samuil, at twelve past five, with underground rumblings, with grumbling and anger, some unknown forces – not really known! …
Because not long ago the same ones, again so stunned and again so panicked, had not shouted against the monument of the 1300th anniversary of Starchev in front of the National Palace of Culture: – this is not possible! – no way! – this only through our corpses!
And they saw his bill. They condemned it to destruction.
And why?
He was ugly to them.
Now, when, with a year’s delay, the monument of King Samuel had to be unveiled, the same one who lost the Battle of Klyuch exactly 1000 years ago – an almost cosmic anniversary in human history, and when with an almost interstellar cruelty, never seen before or since in all human history history, blinded his entire captured army … and again at twelve to five, and again so panicked, with the same apocalyptic scream – the same cries: – no! – that can’t be done! – no way!
And why?
He was not modern, he was not modern – he was threatening them!
Wonderful! But what is beautiful?
If beautiful is synonymous with modern, because it corresponds to a new sensibility, the monument in front of the NDK cannot be ugly, even less because it is not maintained due to someone’s anonymous but criminal negligence.
Like everything in socialism, it insists on optimism – it symbolizes a wing aimed at unknown expanses…
Understandable – communist symbolism – anachronistic, public, propaganda!
But Starchev’s monument in its final part does not represent wings, but a stunted, truncated wing – the beginning of a wing that did not become a wing. Despite its civic nature (and through it), it can be interpreted quite freely, it acts on the imagination, it does not depict, but imagines, what the great monuments of the great modern artists are like.
Khaitov’s monument does not act on the imagination, it is plastic and concrete, it recreates an image – a historical image.
To the king, whose heart breaks at the sight of the endless chains of his monstrously blinded soldiers.
A monument to a tragic king who works not on the imagination but on the eye.
Yes, but very detailed, very primitive and besides, where is the tragedy, he is even furious…
And on top of everything in the twilight like a witch his eyes shine…
Who decreed that tragedy cannot be witchcraft?
After 40 years of knightly battles, after varying victories and fleeting defeats, and after this unthinkable, superhuman meanness – to blind an entire army… captives… does Samuel look like an angel?
Gentlemen!
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Once 1300… second time round 1000!
To this kind of… people … who…
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