In recent days there has been an exodus of cultural traders from Russia.
Directors, showmen and showwomen, artists, writers - all run in disorder and without looking back.
Artist S.V.
Cords on this occasion composed the song "Farewell, Elite", which says:
"Creative and creative people
In a panic for life, which is no longer there,
Breaking away from wine and dishes etc.”.
Obviously, in imitation of Horace, who wrote two thousand years before Shnurov:
“Where, where are you heading, madmen?
Scream, the faces are distorted ... "
Part of the motivation for such a friendly outcome is “And they’re going to arrest us,” so you need to run wherever your eyes look.
Again, one can compare oneself with the refugees of 1920, especially then and now the main direction of flight was Constantinople.
“In winter, in a hurricane, we sailed with a myriad crowd of other refugees from Novorossiysk to Turkey, and on the way, at sea, my husband died of typhus.”
As well as
“We left the Crimea
Between smoke and fire.
True, the then evacuees were fleeing the Red Terror - the Crimean Cheka with Rozalia Zemlyachka was by no means a fantasy.
From which Zemlyachkas the creative class is now fleeing is less clear, however, creators know better.
There is also a less dramatic motif, articulated by former US Ambassador to Moscow (2012-2014) McFaul, who is now addressing: “Russians, you will live in complete isolation from the rest of the world for the rest of your life.
Your vacation will be in Tehran and Tskhinvali (why not in Sochi and Yalta? -
M.S.
).
You will no longer have foreign cars, phones or imported equipment.
No one else will invite you to conferences.”
Such a prospect may seem so terrible to his target audience (they take away the most sacred, and then why even live!) that the program of action is obvious - before the gate closes, jump out into a world where there is imported equipment and conferences.
To some, McFaul's agitation might seem more suited to the Brighton Beach dwellers of the 1990s, but who's to say that today's creators are vastly superior to the Brighton people?
And, of course, another motive is the herd mentality, which manifested itself very strongly during the exodus in the late 1980s, when many fled to keep up with the community.
Today, the creative community has become so pupated, has such internal discipline that they run even faster than under Gorbachev.
Basically, let them run.
Bunins, Chaliapins, Sikorskys, Rakhmaninovs, Berdyaevs are not observed in the current flow, so the loss is not so great.
There is no comparison with the first emigration.
Bykov is not Bunin, Morgenstern is not Chaliapin.
In addition, back in the 1970s, we were explained that the right to leave one's country is the main right, everything else will follow.
And how can this right be violated?
No way.
The question is what will happen to the evacuees next.
Still, the layer of leading idle dancers who left Russia is very large.
As the magician Merlin Gozman of the enchanted forest writes, “The feeling of a catastrophe is what it is!
Whoever you call, everyone is no longer in Russia.
It feels like we're almost alone here."
If they remain in the free world, that is, in a foreign land, then this is no longer our concern at all.
Let the head hurt the social services, as well as the special services in their new permanent residence.
“If you find a better one, you will forget it; if you find a worse one, you will regret it.”
It is more interesting what will happen if the Urgants, Bykovs, Galkins, Sobchaks and others, whose name is legion, having unsuccessfully poked around there, decide to return as if nothing had happened.
There is always a need for creative people, how could it be without us?
But here they can expect an unpleasant surprise.
Not persecution and prohibitions (although some of them throw us up), God forbid!
It's just the natural order of things.
"Oh!
he will say the end of love, / Who will go away for three years.
And not only love, but also money and a career.
For the current evacuees are not Bunin and not Kuprin, whom the Bolsheviks tried to scam, and not the third Tolstoy, who succumbed very successfully: “Three cars, a summer house in Tsarskoe Selo, the count left for the party committee.”
Success was associated with talent, which cannot be taken away from Tolstoy.
The former successes of people who have now left Russia were connected with something else.
With a strong cohesion of the party.
What kind of party held a lot and did not let strangers in.
See at least a textbook example with Alla Borisovna and show business.
But maintaining success requires a constant and active personal presence.
When leaving for an indefinite time, instead of a close-knit party, a vacuum is formed, and nature does not tolerate emptiness.
New faces will come, and the returning vacants will hear: “You were not here, citizen.”
And if the vreevakuants show dullness, then even more rudely: “In line, you sons of bitches, in line!”
That is, on a general basis, which is not at all interesting.
Maybe the new beau monde will be better, maybe it will be worse (although it is hard to imagine), but the old beau monde has self-destructed forever.
No one even expected such a side effect of the Ukrainian campaign.
"On my own, all on my own."
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editors.