This can not be forgiven

Eugene Hodorova

Hopefully Viktor Shenderovich not be a claim if I have supplemented the three noted by their vulgarity, from whom any decent person sick, another.

The one that sounds the cities and villages, and is pronounced with toshnotno pathos and meaningful sigh.

"Yes, my grandfather (great-great-grandmother, father) shot (exiled, died of starvation, suicide). But not the point. I forgive it. Epoch, then what it was! Achievements! ..

Country rebuild! .. Friendship! .. In the space of the summer! (To read books.) There were, were at the positive aspects of socialism. " And so on. E., Depending on the intelligence and temperament. With a sigh and a deep sense of historicism in the eyes. And also with fair appreciation of the past tense, which in general is a good thing.

God save us, I'm not for that cry for vengeance. But it seems to me that something has shifted in the minds of his compatriots. So powerfully shifted. As stated in Fazil Iskander, "there is the era when people accept collective stink for the unity of the spirit».

So, now we have embraced this stench so that not breathe. And as you want, but I personally do not have enough of such voices would be good to the young, but you can not really, who would Mayakovsky power barked: yes Damn you, the power that killed (shot) of my grandfather! Yes, damn you to hell with your achievements, linden, lies and hypocrisy! Yes, you burn in hell, butchers, censors, child molesters and adults, this whole pack of dogs with bloody noses! Yes, to this day do not breathe on your miasma, you poisoned the entire planet so that you will not find the place clean!

But it does not have such voices. Voices sound myagonkie, corrosive, almost at Zoschenko, cockroaches. And further, the quieter, gracious, good-natured. Type: as my parents did, with the warmth of its pioneering recall (uttered with satiated belching, after returning from the Emirates, Turkey and Thailand). And there were quite decent farms. And sausage happen (if the case) a better present. Apartments were given. All at the same time were. Friendship. World. Prosperity. Almost Berendeevo kingdom. Is that instead Berendey Satan with a mustache, the noble breeder, the sovereign brovenosets.

And we are here with such a sense of right and wrong, proper and their existing, something still dreaming? Yes we already have, in essence, as a nation did not exist, that's what all these speeches with an indisputable fact and say. We are betrayed and betrayed their ancestors dispossessed and grandfathers who died in the siege, and deported died in exile parents and uncles-aunts. We betray ourselves, with all the guts and own cowardly and obsequious skin.

And comes out today at the St. Petersburg newspaper page - this is very close example - someone already elderly, youth mentor, who survived the siege of Leningrad, and said that the 16-year-old Yura Ryabinkin, who died from starvation, whose diary entered in the "book of the siege," - "the boy that did not work, did not learn ... survive ", so was it worth it at all to talk about? And the doctor of political science Karaganov out of MGIMO, also an educator of youth, without a trace of embarrassment in a fair sight tells how, "knowing that enter into an organization with a criminal ideology and criminal practices", I mean the Communist Party, did it only "from quarry considerations. " And Ludmila Zhukova in "Literary" former bulwark intellectuals, broadcasts that the deportation of the Crimean Tatars had saved the people from "the wrath of soldiers", so he remained as a "swarm».

Millions of such examples. Almost as much as the population. But the trouble is that it is precisely the population. Not a nation. Our miserable, confused, brainwashed, blinded people flying into the abyss, while waving a friendly handle. Good flying ...

And then, thousands, tens of thousands of different caliber propagandists worked here as they could. Severs the causal relationships, forced to forget about common sense, in the trash, away to not dig was thrown memory, honor, conscience, compassion. Today, as a result of unremitting toil achieved mainly kills the understanding that everything we experience now has a second action Russian tragedy that started in 1917 (about the more distant past are not saying, though it would be necessary). Is that with little intermission at the turn of the 80th - 90th.

And his natural sense sorodstva those killed, disappeared, erased in the dust, even if not by blood and kin, is also killed. And it is today - the only thing that would have made us a nation. Not frantic half-mad "krymnash" and memory. But this is precisely what we must feel. Although understand the most that neither is sober, too, does not interfere.

At the same poisoned soil grow, alas, only poisonous mushrooms, even if originally they were called mushrooms and boletus. And we have it, our native soil, all the grass and the grass ...

... I will not forgive his power shot in 1918, his great-grandfather, the Petrograd railway engineer. I will not forgive the deceased ancestors in the blockade, a total of 14 people, his descendants.

because we must finally say directly, not dodged and twisting that the siege of Leningrad - largely a consequence of domestic politics cannibalistic upper time and pre-war and war. Not forgive dead in 60 years mother schoolgirl blockade years, then - frontline medical orderly, mnogazhdy injured. Do not forgive their own pioneer childhood and Komsomol youth, poisoned lie, we did not even notice how not notice tainted air, breathe for them from the cradle. Not forgive 17 years of hard labor, which was my teacher Leo Dispersal. Not forgive his father-dispossessed ancestors.

Do not want to hear about the good old power. It was an abomination - and nothing else.

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