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We seem to live in the same comprehensible, predictable world, in the same established state and recognizable society. But this is an illusion. Everything that seems familiar and understandable is now imaginary. Fictional institutions of power, fictional careers, positions, reputations. The superiority of some and the miserable dependence of others are also imaginary.
Imaginary formulas, postulates, constants. They are not constants, they are reflections. Each constant breaks up into many reflections, doubles, splits, these reflections cannot be focused, it is not possible to know the constant in them. And everyone who lives today, fitting into the matrix of the state, does not know who will be tomorrow, what role is assigned to him in the new state – beautiful, scary, victorious or low.
And we, looking at a knowledgeable political scientist, an unwavering propagandist, a diligent governor, an unyielding security officer, cannot predict who they will become the next day, when the imaginary of today’s state and society collapses and we see the true face of the new Russia.
The bird of Russian history sits in its nest, it has laid an egg, hatches it, waits for the shell to crack and the chick to hatch. Sages, seers, all-knowing politicians, telling how modern Russia works, take into account the shell, its color, spots, size… And they don’t talk about the chicken.
The shell will burst. Fragments of the shell will be studied by historians, archaeologists – their place is in museums. The chick is already poking its beak through the shell, but we don’t know yet whether it is an eagle, an owl, a domestic peacock or a wingless kiwi-kiwi.
By the beak alone of a fossil bird, the great Cuvier determined its plumage, its speed of flight, even its heavenly cry. Who is he, today’s Cuvier? What TV programs will we see it on? At which parliamentary hearings will we learn his judgments? Which of the countless sites will hear his word?
The conflict in the Ministry of Defense does not allow us to understand what the reality behind this conflict is, but it is not what we imagine. The grain deal that we extend countless times convinces us that at the bottom of it lies an unnamed reality. The war in Ukraine, declared to protect the people of Donbass, has destroyed many cities, caused millions of people to flee, the Kremlin has been shelled, the cruiser Moscow has sunk, and nuclear warheads are now being bolted onto tactical missiles.
The ideological symbols of today’s state annihilate each other and a void emerges. And from this emptiness it is impossible to say what ideology the new Russian state will profess.
On Victory Day, the victorious Stalinist banner is flown to Red Square, and at the same time the Mausoleum, the sacred altar of victory, is surrounded by plywood decorations. And the ideology of Victory fades.
“Memorial” is closed – the favorite child of Yeltsinism, from where the desecration of the Russian state in all its manifestations came. And at the same time, the “Yeltsin Center” is preserved – a fruitful monument to Yeltsin, who destroyed the great civilization of the Soviets, doomed today’s Russia to weakness and suffering. Another helpless attempt to befriend the guillotine and the head.
Curious intellectuals, Orthodox neophytes, yesterday’s KGB operatives, atheists, go in droves to Mount Athos and ask the wise old men what will happen to Russia. And they, vaguely referring to the “number of the beast”, Armageddon, Jonah in the womb of the whale, paint the image of a new Russia. And the neophytes, with flashing eyes, get on the ships and carry the prophecies to Russia.
Read the writers. Close the checkbook and open the Chekhov and Tolstoy books. And you will understand why Lenin saw in Tolstoy “the mirror of the Russian revolution”and Tolstoy told him the future. Why are Chekhov’s characters – these Yonichi, ladies with puppies, these three sisters and Uncle Vanya – so tragic. Because in a few years they will become Parisian prostitutes, red horsemen, Denikin officers, commissars of the Cheka.
The communist leaders did not read Trifonov and Rasputin. Trifonov’s and peasant prose, although they did not accept each other, still predicted the inevitable end of the Soviet state, bringing this end closer.
Our leaders had not read Kochetov’s novel “What do you want?”, Belov’s novel “Everything is coming”, otherwise they would have known the time of the nineties, when a handful of fierce haters of the Motherland would hang a great nation on the gallows.
Today’s government has turned away from literature and thus has turned away from the present. You have to guess the present before it becomes the past. Don’t be afraid of the real and stick to the imaginary. There is no need to fear Russian history – its fires, conflagrations and devastating explosions. She is a light-bearer, her path is marked by turmoil to greatness.
The great Russian general Suvorov, after capturing Izmail, sent a message to the empress: “Glory to God, glory to You! Ishmael is taken and there I am!”
The fearless Prigogine, after capturing Bakhmut, could send a similar message to President Putin: “Glory to God, glory to You! Bakhmut is taken, and there I am!’
Translation: ES
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