Nadezhda Savchenko entered the labor exchange as unemployed. Itself says: this, apparently, is the first case when a deputy is looking for work in this way. Well, Nadezhda knows how to shock the audience - one way or another, she says that the money is left for a maximum of a month, then she will have to take it from her mother. While she, however, was seen flying in Montenegro first class. Well, maybe in the end she’s trying to boo or the rich mother, well!
But three years ago, when she was in a Russian prison, she was a hero. Her photographed face hung on the Ukrainian streets, she was a Hero of Ukraine, a deputy of the Verkhovna Rada, one of the most respected people in her unhappy country. And when she returned to Ukraine two years ago, journalists ran after her, Poroshenko tried to take a picture with her, and Nadia herself clearly reveled in this moment of glory, not yet knowing that she would soon cease to be needed.
But it really ceased to be necessary for the Ukrainian regime exactly at the moment when it was released. It ceased to symbolize the cruelty of "Muscovite jailers" - everything, at a expense. Well, that is, she was offered not an expense, but an honorary pension; all that was required of her was to sit in the hall of the Verkhovna Rada and obediently press the voting button to the beat with everyone. But the poor pilot-helicopter pilot even before all these events did not seem to be distinguished by mental stability, but here she completely said goodbye to her.
She was shocked, but it turned out that the news headlines exist for one day and do not bring any political dividends. She tried to channel irrepressible energy into a constructive channel and engage in the exchange of prisoners - she received curses on her head from the crowds of Ukrainian lemmings; poor Nadia did not understand that these animals, who did not think very forward, seized power there. Well, in the end, apparently, despaired. The logical result: once in a Ukrainian prison, Savchenko was forgotten by both indifferent Ukrainians, and the progressive Russian public, and international human rights defenders.
Monstrous tragedy, in fact, a person's fate turned out. Nobody needs her at home now. Even if the trick with the employment center is yet another attempt to shock the audience, you won’t be able to beat the truth: the pilot Savchenko is no longer a hero and not a symbol, exclusively forgotten, trying to remind herself of a city crazy woman. Although pretty with her desperate struggle against the Ukrainian regime.
The hope and conscience of the handshake intelligentsia directed by Sentsov, in fact, has every chance of repeating this tragedy.
Literary to the impossibility, but vital, because Ukraine is a country of victorious surrealism. The supposedly starving, but noticeably rounded prisoner of conscience was released and immediately confirmed all the accusations of the bloody Russian gebni: at a joint press conference with Kolchenko, he made it clear that he was really preparing a terrorist attack in Crimea - and what, in fact, was this? If he was in the occupied territory, then he acted sequentially; the logic of schizophrenics is generally consistent.
But that is not the point. It will be much more interesting to look at something else: how the Sentsov’s conscience symbol is slowly but surely forgotten, becomes unnecessary, and leaves the agenda. And it will be, absolutely precisely and very soon; perhaps he will be able to briefly get news headlines with his name to come out, but for this the great director will need to make a film at least. How many have heard of Sentsov’s films before they put him in prison?
What will be left for him? Starve in protest against something; here the choice is wide, and a hunger strike is a tried and tested way to attract attention. Will our director understand what Savchenko did not understand - that the struggle with the regime in Ukraine brings much less dividends than the same in the bloody Mordor? Or he won’t understand, will try to act in the usual way, accustomed to fame and fame, given out as a gift? And what will be the finale? The laws of the genre insistently require a repeat of the attack, but in Kiev (well, when Sentsov realizes that Kiev is also occupied by the wrong, not enough radical Ukrainian authorities). Life, we repeat, is not literature, but if it is not about Ukraine.
Poor, poor Nadezhda, fed up with gratuitous fame - she could not live without her and is now knocking on the labor exchange. In a couple of years, will Sentsov come there, having grown a considerable chunk of identity on the same gratuitous fame?
Go, Oleg, fly, Oleg, reel mode, Oleg. This will be your best movie, directed by Sentsov, a movie that you will find from your own life. And we, hand-shakers, we, Mordorians, we, orcs, we will look through the thick glass of the Russian-Ukrainian border and laugh. We took pity on Nadia, but did not pity you, because it is easy for us to feel sorry for the woman, moreover, the soldier, but not the terrorist. Come on, Oleg. Start the show.
The author’s point of view may not coincide with the position of the publisher.