It so happened that the creative intelligentsia has long been taking an active part not only in culture, but also in the political life of our country.
Moreover, the policy of some takes many times more than, in fact, creativity and culture.
Therefore, it is not at all surprising that the Russian operation to force Ukraine into peace has caused a strong ferment in some minds.
Moreover, this fermentation is so strong that the smell from it breaks even through the monitor screen.
I will not list by name all those who, in less than two weeks, finally made public their priorities and left our country, arguing their act with their fine mental organization, unable to put up with what Russia is doing.
Let me just say that I do not feel the slightest regret about this.
Vice versa.
I am sincerely glad that the masks have been torn off and that now our cultural space is free not only from naphthalene and stinking archaism, but is also accessible to those who, despite their talent, had no way to break through this moldy swamp mud.
Are actors, musicians, critics, publicists, directors and other workers from the cultural sector leaving?
Well, the tablecloth is dear to them.
All the best to them in their new location.
But if they think that their departure is our loss, then they are greatly mistaken.
After all, no one is indispensable.
Moreover, none of the passengers of this "philosophical ship" is any kind of genius.
Yes, and left, in fact, a few.
Fortunately, most of those whom I know, love and appreciate not only for their talent, but also for their human qualities, these days did not disappoint.
Vice versa.
Now many are expressing their support for the country and are trying in every possible way to support not only our guys who are carrying out a peacekeeping mission in Ukraine, but also those who had to move to Russia at that time.
For this, a huge thanks and low bow to them.
As for those who left... I hope they will be consistent and, when everything calms down and calms down, they will not return.
And even if they return, no one will give them a hand in a decent society.
Not out of resentment for betrayal.
And just out of a sense of disgust ...
And I want to finish with a classic.
Which is relevant today more than ever:
“When you are taken to Paradise, I will sit there at the gate with a hat in front of me.
I will sit there for a thousand years and beg.
And no one will!
None!
Even the kindest of us God.
If you wish, you can beg for everything - money, fame, power.
But not the Motherland, gentlemen!
Especially one like mine.
Russia does not fit ... does not fit in a hat, gentlemen, beggars!
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editors.