Once upon a time, resting from near-politics, I wrote psychological detective stories.
Critics and journalists in reviews have invariably added "with elements of mysticism."
I resisted desperately, because most of my novels with mysticism had nothing to do. In general, I am extremely skeptical of all kinds of mystical stories and I can not tolerate petty crooks, whatever they call themselves - magicians, psychics, clairvoyants ...
But it's not about that.
Every year, on the eve of May 9, something incredible begins in the media and social networks that makes me wonder: am I right in this denial of the mystical?
It all starts around Easter (another completely mystical detail) and as Victory Day approaches, it is gaining strength, acquiring distinct contours of some kind of devilish bacchanalia.
People - sometimes quite normal and even attuned to a kind of patriotic wave (what can we say about advocates of liberal ideas) - suddenly begin to reason on the topic: “Was there a Victory?”
Well, if you globally define the topic.
Next come the variations.
Is this our victory? By our I (and they) understand the Soviet Union. Or the victory of progressive humanity, the coalition, Lend-Lease and the forces of good in general, in which the Soviet were simply tolerated. But they could have been without them.
Can the accidental historical reality in which one tyrant defeated another can be considered a victory? Moreover, it is unknown whether it was a lesser evil. Say, Hitler was, of course, a tyrant, but a civilized tyrant. It is pointless to remind the supporters of this hypothesis that on June 22, 1941, a civilized tyrant attacked my country. They will answer that if he had not done this, Stalin would have necessarily attacked the civilized world. To talk about the norms of international law, which - literally blood in granite - cast the Nuremberg process, is also meaningless. They will tell you that the tribunal was held at the point of the guns of Soviet soldiers. Approximately as a referendum in the Crimea.
Is it possible to celebrate this day? Answer: categorically no, this is the day of sorrow. About those whom Stalin drove under the German tanks and threw on the altar of his bloody victory. They say so: “I drove. Under the barriers of the detachments "- not realizing (or quite consciously), that thereby reducing millions of fallen heroes to cattle, driven to the slaughter.
Because you can not celebrate. Only grieve. The question of why he does not grieve on June 22 hangs in the air.
Hysteria twists like a hellish funnel.
Deeper, more furiously. The funnel spits out new horrors from somewhere in the dark depths, from millions of raped German women to thousands of cannibals in besieged Leningrad.
The splashes of what the funnel pulls out reach to the Victory Parade, now to the Immortal Regiment.
On one thing - the tanks break, the columns get off, the minister - oh, horror! - daws on himself with the sign of the cross, the guard does not allow the veteran to Putin.
On the other - they are driving state employees who carry photographs of strangers who then throw them into the garbage in disgust.
Both the one and the other, of course, do not notice this, but the funnel boils and foams with dirty foam.
But as soon as the salute of the victorious salute dies down, everything calms down.
Having gurgled the last time, the funnel rapidly disappears, the dark bowels close, and now only fresh May grass weakly silvers in the cold moonlight.
Sorry for the literature.
Gogol inspired.
May night, yes.
People prone to mysticism say that this is such a new variation of the Walpurgis night - well, or nights on the eve of Christmas - when any evil spirits gain momentum for a while and break out of hell.
Others, on the contrary, claim that on the eve of the triumph of Victory, demons are korezhit.
I repeat, I am not inclined to mystical interpretations, although I must admit that this phenomenon exists and I cannot explain its nature.
In a word, would rather be May 9th.
And the parade, and the "Immortal regiment", and salvos salvos.
Happy our great holiday, dear!
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editorial board.