They spat on the Motherland

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

Elena Lukyanova, Doctor of Law, professor at Moscow State University and daughter of the last Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR Anatoly Lukyanov, posted on Facebook the following joke: “Tips for gardeners: if you tie up potato bushes with a St. George's ribbon, Colorado beetles will think that they are already taken. On the eve of victory. Sorry, I couldn't resist."

One could simply spit on this next blasphemy in relation to our ancestors, who knew how to live and die for the Motherland with such great honor that we no longer dream of us.

But here's what kills: this dirty trick, for which in any other country they would immediately be kicked out of all state posts, was written by the daughter of a high Soviet state official. According to his official biography, from the age of 13, from 1943 he worked at a defense plant - and then became not only a major party member, but also a major Soviet patriotic poet.

It turns out that the daughter of this Patriot Patriotic was reborn at the root - and the rotten apple fell so terribly far from the glorious apple tree that you can't even see the ends?

But no, it doesn't work that way. This means that the apple tree with which in 1991 all the Soviet republics slept and scattered as if stung was already rotten to death from the inside. As the author of wonderful fairy tales, Gogol, noted, pears do not grow on willow. That is, children repeat the very secret of their parents that sat in them under any outer willow.

And this means that the collapse of the Soviet Union under such leaders, whose children, living now abroad or with us, are already showing this parental rot with might and main, was a foregone conclusion and was inevitable …

And here's what else is significant. Among those who put pluses to the witty comparison of the symbol of our Victory with the Colorado beetles was the foreman of our perestroika, ex-deputy Nikolai Travkin. At the beginning of our glorious deeds of the beginning of the 90s, everyone looked at him, the Hero of Socialist Labor, as a real hope - expecting a miraculous transformation of our economy from such zealous workers, unlike the partocrat Lukyanov, workers.

But they also betrayed us! And their heroism was not enough to withstand the rot that today was exposed, like smelly socks, in the jokes of the heiress of the Soviet tribune.

That is, wherever you throw - everywhere a wedge. The Soviet leaders merged us; and the post-Soviet ones - those who declared that if tens of millions of us do not fit into the market and die, then do not give a damn - all the more so.

Whom to love, whom to believe?

Regarding that trashy joke of the direct heiress of the crooked partocrat, I would like to add a few more words. For me, this St. George ribbon, clearly generated by the current conjuncture, is not the best sign of Victory. The best would be a red ribbon - to match the color of the flag under which our fathers and grandfathers won the greatest victory in the history of world wars.

Well, yes, it happened historically. And people, whose half-blind hearts are still alive for honor, took this dubious ribbon as a sign of this honor. If they will see through, they will correct themselves.

But even if the monument to the holy cause did not come out so hot, it is unacceptable to shit on it.

Yes, there is already a certain political slyness in this twitching of the ribbons. Some excuse for the jokes of those who love the Motherland less than the sweet gluttony at its commemoration. And there are more and more such gluttons in our political leaders, alas, from year to year. But who is to blame for this - and what to do about it?

In my opinion, the fault here is exclusively of the people themselves, who fell for all these temptations: to wait for favors from past and new guides like a finger without touching oneself. First from Lukyanov and Gorbachev, who announced gratuitous restructuring; then from Yeltsin, Chubais and Mavrodi, who promised “two Volgas” for a voucher and three rubles for each ruble invested in their scams. Then everyone hoped for the savior Putin who coincided with the rise in oil prices, and then for the alternative savior Grudinin …

But such a lafa does not exist in life. Since early childhood, I have remembered a good song from one children's play:

There is also a more pathetic recipe with which Beethoven, the great fighter against all injustice, supplied his great sonata in C sharp minor, later called "moonlight," “I am on the edge of an abyss. Who will help me? Human, help yourself!"