RA-tales of Pavel Kozhin

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

Two short stories that allow you to look at the reality that surrounds us with an unclouded look. Information conveyed in a capacious artistic form for someone may be much more accessible than analytical articles and research.

A Neighbor's Tale

Once upon a time there were people in the same village. All had large and well-maintained farms - orchards, vegetable gardens, cows, horses, all sorts of workshops. They lived together amicably - everyone knew and respected each other.

So, one day one family decided to leave the village - Semyon, Klavdia and their children, and the farm was sold profitably. Another neighbor, Yakov, came to live in their place. This guy was clearly not from those places, and he didn’t seem to be Russian, although he spoke tolerably well. Well, well, what's the difference, if only the person was good.

And upon arrival, he immediately treated all the peasants to beer, his own production and cigarettes, which they had not tried before, to the women from fashionable dresses which he sold inexpensively, and gave new sweets to the children. Conversations were smart, but incomprehensible to ordinary men, for which he was widely known as scientists. He had money, and he willingly gave it away at interest. He dressed fashionably, but beautifully, joked funny. The tavern opened a shop, but did not deal with the land and the cow, bought food or exchanged.

In general, the neighbors began to consider him their own in the village. Only grandfather Prokhor, the local headman, treated him with distrust, but did not take anything from him and did not advise others. Well, what to take from him, his grandfather's insanity developed, as they began to talk behind the backs, having heard a new word from Yakov. He did not accept progressive innovations.

Time passed. The peasants began to lack money, earned from trade with other villages, and from the earnings the peasants brought. The women began to cut the peasants, saying that they did not work much. Vaughn Yakov, although not from the local, but how quickly he got used to it - money is always in bulk, because he is smart and hard-working. He carries and sells fashionable dresses to women, they stopped sewing their sundresses - it is not fashionable. He sells sweets to children, which they have always asked for, and do not look at the pies. Guys addicted to beer and cigarettes.

Jacob helped the peasants - he gave them loans for dresses and beer. Little by little, they all owe Yakov, besides Prokhor, he lived in the old-fashioned way, his grandmother sewed clothes for him, but he never learned to drink and smoke that way. Well, yes, Jacob is a kind man - he did not immediately demand debts, he counted the interest quietly. He said, "Do not worry, men, you can pay off later."

It was customary for the peasants to get together and solve common problems together. And the headman summarized the opinions, and this is how matters were resolved. Yes, men began to meet less and less, who was drunk, who was working, and who stopped trusting Prokhor. And an opinion appeared in the village that such meetings are not needed at all, it is easier to choose someone smarter, pay him a little, and let him decide the questions for everyone. They decided to choose a new headman, and, moreover, women began to, and the youth are unreasonable, at the instigation of Yakov, insist that everyone can choose, regardless of reason. And not as before - that only family men. They chose, of course, Yakov, he is a smart, business-like man, he promised a lot of good things to everyone. And nothing that Russian customs did not recognize, and never invited anyone to his house. And what he says is sometimes incomprehensible, so that is better, a helluva lot of clever headman means it will be. There were several supporters of Prokhor, but all of them are old - dark. Although they were respected before - so it was before.

As time went on, the people lived there better and better, they began to have a lot of new things, they did not know before that they needed them, but now they can do nothing without them, they boast of them to each other.

Yakov's relatives came in large numbers to the village, and they all turned out to be so useful, but smart people.

One is a doctor, a pharmacist. He writes out all sorts of ointments and powders, but sells them, the villagers began to forget about the herbs and medicines of the ancients, they buy from him everything from ailments, and everything is so necessary that every day he has a queue. Although they began to get sick more often, they did it according to science. Vaccinations became especially important, without them it turned out to be impossible to be healthy.

Another relative is a teacher. Tells the people about the history of other peoples, what cunning sciences they have. He teaches to write, count and speak in a new way children and stories and the traditions of his most ancient nation, Jehovah's chosen one. Some children, however, were drawn to their grandfathers and grandmothers for knowledge and fairy tales, but the whole village laughed at them - they are dark, they do not want to be progressive and advanced.

Third musician. Even before his arrival, his relatives praised him so much that when he appeared, the villagers were ready to give any money, so that he sang and played overseas music at their holiday. He taught me to dance in a new way. And Russian ancient songs, dances, round dances and games only in backward families remained and were ridiculed in every possible way. After all, it is absurd to play grandfather's toys when the whole enlightened world is having fun in a different way.

Here are just men at home rarely began to appear, but more and more often drunk or angry. They worked for their new neighbors, working off debts, then went to work. What they themselves did and grew, they sold to Yakov. But they bought beer, cigarettes, all sorts of trinkets from him, however, there was not enough money for everything, therefore they sold land, values that have recently been depreciated more and more. Then they worked on the land, which no longer belonged to them. They lived in houses that did not become theirs, lived according to laws, about the correctness of which no one asked them anymore. Children were given birth and raised, who did not value and cherish their race and nature, but were drawn to foreignism. They quarreled and fought with each other over every little thing, but they forgot how to negotiate.

But no one could say about these villagers that they are not tolerant of foreigners and are immune to new trends. And their progress was obvious - the children of Jacob lived in palaces - it was a pleasure to see. Vaughn and Prokhor with like-minded people went somewhere in the woods, hoping to find a place where Jacob's tribe would not get.

Dream story

Hello Nadezhda, your husband, Yegor, writes to you from the front.

While we are at the crossing, I decided to write to you about an incident that happened with us. Yesterday one of our fighters had a dream - Grigory. He woke up drenched in sweat, his hands were shaking, which had never happened to him before. By the way, I will say that this guy is very desperate and brave, he himself saw how he blew up a tank from a trench in a recent battle. And then, the belekhonek woke up all over, at 5 in the morning he pushed me aside, and let's tell me about the dream.

He dreamed that he was no longer he at all, but the same young guy of twenty. As if he lives in a different time, about 60 years after the war with the Nazis had already ended. One was gladdened by a dream - we won this war. However, that life seemed more terrible to him than war. Although all considered themselves free, and foreigners did not walk with weapons openly on our land. But Russians died at the same rate, and sometimes more often. The muzhiks ceased to be real masters in their families, they themselves are like foolish children, they only strove for entertainment and drunkenness, gradually turning into pets. Many of them left children for women, without remorse, and they themselves died out in a drunken stupor, not seeing the meaning in life and not even living up to 50, because this way of life was laid in them by enemies pretending to be friends. Children at that time often grew up either completely without respect for their elders, or as spoiled mama's sons. They were now brought up on foreign fairy tales and images that the box with glass showed them, and on slobbering songs promoting the cult of consumption and debauchery. Those who were more active became thieves, bandits and hucksters, this was the height of their dreams for them. The concepts of conscience, honor, and truth became the subject of bullying, and they were sometimes remembered when someone else acted unfairly. Grigory spoke about the girls of that time with particular bitterness and even sometimes with disgust. Enemies covered their eyes so much that drinking wine and smoking became the norm for them, and a multi-colored box controlled by enemies taught them how to sell themselves at a higher price, and to deceive the peasants more and more, what their life turned into, I will not even tell …

Children have come to be considered a burden. Even the old people were perplexed by the occupiers so that some began to live with the slogan - "Take everything from life." And from the requests of children to nurse their grandchildren, they were removed under various pretexts, and they had to earn a living until very old age.

The most terrible and incomprehensible thing for Gregory in that life was that everyone knew what parasites were in power of the occupation system. Much was already known, even to the extent that they knew who, where and how much had stolen. And all the same, the people obediently listened to the lies, rejoicing that they are still allowed to somehow live on their land, even if they have to pay unjustified taxes. Only for the next, so graciously allowed to them, a beautiful bottle of poison in the kitchen, they grumbled that their country was being robbed, destroyed and corrupted. At the same time, rejoicing that their country is the main supplier of gas, timber and iron, even if they themselves have to buy all this at exorbitant prices. It was bitter to see Grigory obediently spend pennies earned by slave labor on vodka, surrogate food, buy expensive foreign trinkets, getting into debt to parasites.

Over those who could see the truth and opened their eyes to it and called for the struggle for justice, parasites taught people to laugh and twirl their fingers at their temples. According to their admonitions, it was stupid to do something for which they would not pay money, and that would not bring pleasure. Those who were proud to be called Russians were called fascists by parasites in their own country. And they constantly showed those who did it before as losers. Why bother your head with hopeless worries when it's easier to get drunk and forget?

Now, if they gave a gun, but showed the enemy of the people, and then they also gave an award … That is how, for some reason, they began to imagine the heroes of the past, not realizing that a warrior should always be a warrior, and not wait for the right opportunity. That in order to effectively resist the invaders, it always took a long painstaking work on oneself, the development of understanding, the correct upbringing of children and selfless work for the benefit of their people.

I listened to Nadezhda, Gregory, but decided that his dream was very incredible, I did not believe that it could be that the grandchildren and great-grandchildren would so quickly forget and betray the memory of their grandfathers, that it would be so quick and easy to make the very slaves and ignoramuses savvy, courageous, staunch and rebellious people. However, I understood from this dream of Grigory that everything must be done so that there was not even an opportunity for such a development of events, and I urge you to convey this understanding, if not destiny for Grisha and me to return.

Pavel Kozhin