Bulat Okudzhava - a traitor who slowly strangled Russia

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

If Okudzhava was alive, most likely today he would not have refused another salvo at present-day Russia, together with Akhidzhakova, Makarevich and the like.

His autobiographical book Exercised Theater. Family Chronicle "(Moscow, 1995), Okudzhava begins with these words:" In the middle of the last century, Pavel Peremushev, having served as a soldier for his twenty-five years, appeared in Georgia, in Kutais, received a plot of land for his service, built a house and began to tailor. Who he was - either a native Russian, or a Mordvin, or a Jew from the cantonists - no information has survived."

Okudzhava Vladimir Stepanovich, an anarchist terrorist - the uncle of Bulat Okudzhava - who, together with Lenin, arrived in Russia from Germany in the spring of 1917 in a sealed carriage. Okudzhava's father, like his brothers, was a prominent Georgian national separatist. Georgia is exclusively for Georgians - that was their goal. After coming to power, the Georgian Bolsheviks closed the borders of the republic, banning entry to non-Georgians.

Already in March 1922, a telegram-manifesto was sent out (signed by Makharadze and Okudzhava), in which it was reported that Georgians who married people of other nationalities were losing their Georgian citizenship. A mass deportation of Armenians began, who were escorted to the station, put into carriages for the transport of cattle and taken out of Georgia.

Georgia was not enough for them, they decided that Russia (RSFSR) should be split into dozens of small independent territories. Of course, this did not concern Abkhazia and Ossetia, they did not have any autonomy. Such ideas of small-town princelings were widely supported by the Judeo-Trotskyists, representing the ruling Bolshevik elite.

As for this shameful "manifesto", it was then quoted by Stalin at the XII Congress of the CPSU (b). Is it any wonder that in 1937 its authors "got what they deserved"?

"Bulat" himself was born in Moscow on May 9, 1924, into a family of communists who came from Tiflis to study at the Communist Academy for the party.

It is characteristic that at birth the boy was named by his parents as Dorian (after the name of the protagonist "The Picture of Dorian Gray" - O. Wilde's novel about the transformation of a talented young man into a vicious monster).

By his own admission Dorian-Bulat, called the "conscience of the intelligentsia," his mother committed atrocities in the Caucasus along with Kirov, his father was in the same team, having risen to the rank of secretary of the Tbilisi City Party Committee. Later, due to the conflict with Beria, who had already opposed the "International Bolsheviks", Shalva Okudzhava in 1932 turned to Ordzhonikidze with a request to send him to party work in Russia, but in 1937 he was still repressed.

However, before the arrest, Okudzhava's father still managed to be in the "chiefs of Nizhny Tagil" - becoming the first secretary of the city party committee of this Ural city, where he sent his family. In the city, they moved into a spacious merchant's mansion - with a personal janitor who lived in the basement. But the owner of the city was "democratic", so sometimes he still allowed the janitor to listen to the radio in the "lord's". Once he said: "I used to serve as a janitor at the merchant Malinin. Fuck would he have called me to listen to the radio …"

A classmate of B. Okudzhava recalled, “how the handsome, noticeable Bulat appeared in the class -“he wore a corduroy jacket”. The son of the master of the city. And now, 12-year-old Bulat calls from school to the city party committee, demanding a sleigh to reach the entrance to the house, which is only 300 meters away. Few people know that in his youth he still fired a pistol at his peer, but as the son of the first secretary of the city party committee he got away with it. Having pierced the chest, the bullet went right through, the boy miraculously survived. For this, Bulat will be sent to rest in Georgia for the summer. Impunity and permissiveness in the family of the party nomenclature did not appear at all in "stagnant times" …

However, the atrocities of Okudzhava's parents were not forgotten in the country. In 1937, Okudzhava's father was arrested in connection with the Trotskyist case at Uralvagonstroy. On August 4, 1937 Sh. S. Okudzhava and his two brothers were shot as participants in Trotsky's conspiracy.

Soon after the arrest of his father, in February 1937, his mother, grandmother and Bulat left Nizhny Tagil, but not for Georgia, where they perfectly remembered the atrocities of Dorian-Bulat's mother - Ashkhen Stepanovna Okudzhava - but to Moscow. First place of residence - Arbat Street, 43, apt. 12, communal apartment on the fourth floor. A serious decline in social status for a Caucasian barchuk boy. However, a year later, retribution overtook Ashkhen Stepnovna, who was arrested and exiled to Karlag, from where she returned in 1947.

“… I studied badly. He started smoking, drinking, the girls appeared. Moscow courtyard, no mother, only grandmother in despair. I began to steal money at home for cigarettes. Connected with the dark guys. As I remember, my model of a young man was a Moscow-Arbat swindler, a thug. Boots in an accordion, a striped vest, a jacket, a cap, a bang and a gold fixation. " (From a conversation with Yuri Rost. "Obshchaya Gazeta" No. 17 (299) 1999, 24.04-12.05)

Yes, the Soviet land gave birth to him in the person of a man who once sang with a quiet revelation about his father's boots, which he had never seen before.

Okudzhava, a man who, after the execution of his father by the Bolsheviks, joined the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, and then "left" when the Bolsheviks were "allegedly" carried over the bumps by stupid and deceived Moscow boys mad from the fight against alcoholism.

The boy who came from a family of Bolshevik party functionaries is of no small rank. He wandered from childhood between Moscow and Tbilisi, but took root in Moscow.

The boy, who "stuck" for only a month and a half in the front line, as if he had not sewed a tail to a mare without any duties and work, and was "evicted" from the front for "incompetence".

And then, without any embarrassment, he wandered around the studios in the role of a "front-line hero" and sang "Drops of the Danish King" and did not even hesitate to appear in the frame next to real front-line soldiers. If it is so necessary for art.

He welcomed the shooting of the White House in 1993 …

I have not yet forgotten him next to Leah Akhedzhakova. I still remember her trembling lips on TV: "Boris Nikolayevich, shoot them all, these dogs" - 1993, October. Abomination …

The abscess of the "conscience of the Soviet intelligentsia" for the poorly understood Soviet public began to open up completely in 1993. “I was also a fascist, but only red,” Dorian-Bulat said about his participation in the Great Patriotic War. In its pure form, who did not fight on the front line "during the War, Okudzhava turned out to be very bloodthirsty towards political opponents. From an interview with Podmoskovnye Izvestia on December 11, 1993: “- Bulat Shalvovich, did you watch on TV how the White House was shelled on October 4?

- I watched it all night.

- As a man who fought, how did you feel when the first salvo rang out? Didn't you get overwhelmed?

“… I enjoyed it. I could not stand these people, and even in such a situation I had no pity for them. And maybe when the first shot rang out, I saw that this was the final act. Therefore, it did not make too depressing impression on me …"

Okudzhava has such a wonderful self-exposing document - the book "I did not impose anything on anyone …" I advise you to read it. There Okudzhava talks about his "persecution". The "persecutions" were as follows: Okudzhava comes from Kaluga to Moscow, appeals to Iskra Denisova, an employee of the Komsomol Central Committee, with a request to get him a job - and please: he gets a job as an editor at Molodaya Gvardiya, first publishes Komsomol methodological literature there (a fighter against communism, clear root!), and then the poetry of the peoples of the USSR. Then - clap: and becomes the editor of the poetry department in "Literaturka" and lives there happily, because this position was a sinecure: “I sat alone, I had a small room, littered with manuscripts of graphomaniacs in huge numbers. But then I was already writing poetry and songs intensively, very intensively. And sometimes - from time to time - I was required to give someone's poems to Literaturka. Well, when famous authors came, I took them and gave them to the editorial board, and they already went. So my task was to fight graphomaniacs. - That is, you had to answer questions, accept … - No, I accepted - and immediately kicked out. And that's all. And I didn’t answer any questions. But I felt very good there: firstly, the team was wonderful, they treated me very well, they appreciated me very much for what I did … "(Okudzhava B. Sh." I did not impose anything on anyone … "M., 1997. S. 20-21). Then Okudzhava was admitted to the Writers' Union - and he left Literaturka. Quite a prosperous fate of a typical Soviet intellectual. By 1985, Okudzhava, according to him, had published in the USSR, not counting many journal publications, 7 books of poetry and 6 books of prose (ibid. P. 128). The "persecuted" Okudzhava in the summer of 1969 said that for 8 months he traveled at the expense of the state to Yugoslavia, Hungary, France, Germany, Australia and Indonesia (ibid. P. 249). Okudzhava spoke about his most ferocious "persecutions" many times. It looked like this: once he was invited to an unnamed "authority" and asked - you know, not ordered, but asked! - do not sing a song about Lyonka Korolev at concerts. But he did not obey and continued to sing. And no "repression" followed. But three years later, Okudzhava composed a song about fools. He was again invited to the same authority and said plaintively: "Listen, you have a wonderful song about Lenka Korolev - why should you sing about fools?" (ibid. pp. 32, 36). That's all the "persecution". It is no coincidence that Okudzhava had to listen to such remarks from the audience at his evenings: “Here you are, so smug, prosperous, and you do not write anything about the ulcers that exist in our society” (ibid. P. 33).

Okudzhava, for example, by 1985 released discs in the USA, England, Italy, Sweden, Germany, France, Japan. This is good money. Several million rubles. This is how agents of influence are usually paid to hide the fact of cooperation and betrayal.

But his main task was not to educate the class of intellectuals-alcoholics who hate the Motherland, but to educate a person who comes to power and there will do what okudzhava dreamed of all his life - to take revenge on all the people. I am talking about Anatoly Chubais, he was raised from childhood by Okudzhava and shaped his worldview, he, as the most promising agent, recommended to his supervisors from the Western special services.

On June 13, 1997, Okudzhava died in a Paris clinic. Shortly before the end, he wrote a poem for Anatoly Chubais's birthday, which was discovered in the hospital by Bulat Shalvovich's widow Olga. Okudzhava's last poem was sent along with congratulations to Chubais on June 16, his birthday.

And we have other areas -

day of friendliness and guests.

Well, and for the legend to live

about events all year round, glass intelligently

will find application.

We will find out for ourselves how we should live.

The world is still great.

Let it stay between us

kind "Larks" cry. (*)

May 9, 1997, Paris

_

* Larks - a holiday village in

Moscow region, where A. Chubais

and B. Okudzhava in the neighborhood were

dachas.

If Okudzhava was alive, most likely today he would not have refused another salvo at present-day Russia, together with Akhidzhakova, Makarevich and the like.

Yes, he had wonderful songs and poems, but as Akhmatovskaya said:

"If only you knew from what rubbish. Poems grow, knowing no shame." Here Okudzhava was this rubbish from which the verses grew.

It happens, a freak of nature, talent fell into a vile little man. This genius and villainy are incompatible, and villains also have talent. This is nothing new.

Another interesting fact comes to mind: I once read an interview with Okudzhava in Russkaya Mysl. The journalist asked him: "Why are you not leaving?" “I'm afraid of poverty,” was the answer. Okudzhava understood that in the West life must be either stolen, which is punishable, or earned, which is not easy. And in Russia, theft is not punishable, and groveling or "non-resistance to evil" is paid more than labor. He made his choice!

His interests are typically philistine: a personal car and football (see: B. Sh. Okudzhava “I didn’t impose anything on anyone…”. Pp. 46, 48). About himself Okudzhava, without hesitation, said: "I am an ordinary man in the street" (ibid. P. 168). And to the question "What is the main thing for you in creativity?" answered: “The main thing in creativity? To pay good money. Well, why be ashamed of something! Why be ashamed of something!

"I'll bury a grape seed in the warm earth …" was written by someone who, much later, wanted to see a monument to Shamil Basayev on the warm earth.

"Let's join hands, friends" wrote the one who in August 1995 - two months after Budennovsk, matured on reflection - joined hands with Shamil Basayev.

"My spruce, spruce, like the Savior on Spilled Blood" was written by the one who called the blood shed by Shamil Basayev a sad and tragic circumstance. And Basayev himself is a man. Worthy of a monument. Big.

In one of his interviews with the Voice of America, Bulat Okudzhava will say: “patriotism is not a difficult feeling, even a cat has it”.

Okudzhava's son from his first wife served in prison, took drugs, from which he died. The second son is a little-known musician.

I wonder if he is happy in the "new Russia" built by people like his father?

Until recently, Russia faced a choice - to continue to go under the control of the West or to take its own path of development. And until the choice was made, it was possible to sit out.

No matter how pretentious it may sound now, Putin and the people made their choice. He did it a long time ago and he does not retreat from it and will not retreat. At Valdai, he once again emphasized this for those who had previously suffered from hearing. He leads Russia along an independent path of development and strengthening, without external control of the West, to life and prosperity. But life and prosperity are not possible if you do not remove parasites and traitors from the path.