Do you hear the liberals' boots rattling across the pavement of Red Square? See how they repaint the Kremlin cathedrals, palaces and towers in the color of their rainbow slime? It may seem that the triumphal era is coming to an end, when the patriot rose and defeated in Russia. When, in the period of the formation of the new Russian state, the red banner of Victory was transferred from the past, the music of the magnificent hymn. When Russia through the Roki tunnel broke out in Transcaucasia and rescued South Ossetians and Abkhazians from extermination. When the revival of Russian monasteries and defense factories began, the best tanks in the world, submarines and airplanes began to emerge from the crushed rusty workshops. Is the time when the country rejoiced, taking Crimea into its arms, sending squadrons of combat aircraft to the music of “Farewell of Slav”? No, this era lasts, it is among us, it does not trample, do not throw mud.

But it is impossible not to notice that the shadow of liberalism has again hung over Russia. From the underground caves climbed all who seemed to have disappeared without a trace in the dungeons of Russian history. Revived "family". They flooded TV shows, newspaper pages with materials glorifying the nineties, wanting to turn them from damned to blessed. Like a hermit crab, Anatoly Chubais crawled out of his armored shell, preparing the second energy reform. After its first reform, the state lost almost all generating capacity, and the price of electricity began to rise steadily. Now Chubais proposes to reform the tariff grid, increase the price of electricity for private and public enterprises and factories. And this increase will affect food prices, which are already rising, like filthy mushrooms.

Literary awards, prestigious posts are given to liberals, as if they are encouraged for Russophobia and the blasphemy of the recent Soviet past. Andrei Makarevich, who in the days of the “Russian Spring” and the uprising in the Donbass, rushed to Ukraine and blew into his pipe to the applause of the fierce Kiev authorities that smashed the Donbass from volley fire installations, this Makarevich sits in the Council on the culture of the State Duma. And the Ukrainian patriot, Elena Boiko, who was invited to Russia on state television channels and asked to speak openly about the atrocities of the Kiev authorities, was given to the mercy of the Security Service of Ukraine, and she was thrown into a prison in Lviv, where they tortured and killed dissidents.

Such a stronghold of Russian history, the keystone of modern Russian ideology, as the victory of 1945, came under liberal attack. Dmitry Bykov, like many like-minded people, equates Hitler with Stalin and seems to extol Hitler, arguing that under certain conditions the Russian people would accept Hitler and abandoned Stalin.

The power, bitten by domestic liberals, currying favor with Western patrons, captivates liberals, seeks to bring them closer to them, to strangle them in their imperious arms. Fear to press the liberals against your chest, for they will immediately find a pulsing vein on your neck and bite it.

The most ardent and outspoken of them - and those that went abroad, and those who stay here, tell us that if they win, they will not allow a miscalculation and finish, as they say, a reptile, crush the remnants of Soviet forces, destroy the damned , from their point of view, the Russian myth about the Russian miracle, about the Russian dream.

Crimea will be given to Ukraine, they will deal with the insurgent Donbas, transfer the Russian Arctic under the control of an international consortium, withdraw the Russian armed forces from Syria, call this war, as the Afghan war at one time, a criminal war.

An amazing liberal coup took place in the Literary Gazette. Sometime in Soviet times, I was fortunate enough to work in this great newspaper. She sent me to Afghanistan, Nicaragua, Kampuchea, to Angola and Mozambique - to all the hot spots where I faithfully served the newspaper and the Motherland. Editor Alexander B. Chakovsky developed a unique formula for this newspaper that made it the most favorite newspaper of the Soviet intelligentsia. He created in this newspaper a complex balance of traditional Soviet and liberal energies. Representatives of the so-called urban, trifon prose, mourning for the Stalinist repressions, were printed in this newspaper. Here were printed "villagers" - Rasputin, Belov, Astafiev, who reproached power for the destruction of the Russian village and sharply raised the Russian question.

During the restructuring efforts of Alexander Yakovlev in the "Literary Gazette" there were changes. The rabid liberals came to the leadership, expelled from the newspaper everything Soviet, Russian, made Literatuk the body of frenzied liberal propaganda. This led to the collapse of the newspaper. Liberal slime streams by that time filled up almost all the newspapers, magazines and TV channels, and Literaturnaya Gazeta, with its wretched anti-Soviet and anti-Russian content, was lost and lost among the monsters of perestroika.

From the black hole, almost from non-existence, "Literary Gazette" pulled a wonderful Russian writer Yuri Polyakov. With his status, name, with his impeccable taste and political flair, he established a balance in the “Literary newspaper” patriotic and liberal, he again put the newspaper on two traditional pillars on which Russian culture and Russian world-consciousness always held.

Today "Literary Gazette" repeats its perestroika fate. The current liberal revenge brought down the pillar of state-patriotic thinking, the Literary Gazette fell into the tenacious legs of small and active power-hungry people and turned into one of the most vulgar, wiping liberal backs. Now in the "Literary Gazette" there is no longer a place for statesmen and patriots. The result of this affected immediately: the circulation of the newspaper fell, the subscribers scattered, the newspaper once again turned into a literary microbe - so small that it could not generate an epidemic.

Liberal theaters on their microscopic scenes continue to distort the Russian classics, to practice foul language and vile allusions. This parade of microcephals will not last forever. The sun of the Russian Crimea will continue its glow. Icebreakers in the Arctic ice will lead the caravans of Russian ships: Russian philosophy, Russian literature, Russian religion. The young generation of Russian writers, the generation of Prilepin and Shargunov, breaks through a polynya in liberal ice. The Literary Gazette will again throw off the pernicious liberal rags and put on white clothes. "Young captains will lead our caravan."

The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editorial board.