“The wings broke when the air was still empty.
Who could tell him that there was only a load behind him?
And I whispered after him: “Fly, my angel, fly!”
Few people know this song, written back in 1979.
I went to the apartment building, where Boris Grebenshchikov performed it together with the amazing Leningrad violinist Sasha Kussul.
Sasha died a long time ago, no one knows the song, Boris is somewhere in a foreign land, harsh words rush after him.
The less people usually know, the more attempts to devalue BG's work in order to criticize his current position.
It's cheap.
Neither the place in Russian culture, nor the influence that he had on several generations, can not be taken away, even if you say the word “bobdilan” 100 times, we can say about 100 more such words.
It won't get any hotter or sweeter.
Therefore, what people say from inside the universe of Boris Borisovich, whom we still remember as simply Bob, is so important.
And wow, this is also a violinist - Andrey Ryusha Reshetin, who knows everything in Boris's work up to the 32nd note.
And, knowing, writes him a letter, where there are the words "your perfect, magical songs."
The fact is that Andrey Reshetin has not just a different position.
He has been at the front for a long time.
Real, not in YouTubers on the couch.
And he more than anyone has the right to say.
He seems to be talking to the master of Russian bard rock, but in fact he talks to all of us.
On all sides of borders, including moral ones.
And again, he is right.
He let through himself, through his soul, all that good and Russian that BG taught those around him with his creativity.
And he went to fight for it.
And it doesn’t matter what Bob feels or says now to another retired TV channel from Haifa: in fact, he is also the founder of the “Russian Spring” and “Donbass February”.
Reshetin is an adult, and he writes bluntly:
“Neither I nor those who are next to me are fascists, as you called us.
We are in our native land.
We free it from those who undertook to destroy everything Russian here: our memory, our culture, our church, our meanings.
We are at war with those who look like a brother, but fiercely hate us.
These are the new Janissaries...
All the cities here were founded by us, built by us, watered abundantly with our blood...
The vile barbarians monstrously, obscenely seek to erase the memory of Russian history!
Even the monument to Catherine the Great in Odessa was demolished.
The poor do not know that the very name of Odessa, born on her lips by her breath, the name by which she called her city, is her monument.
And the world repeats after her: "Odessa!"
Everything is stolen, desecrated, devoured by the sons of vipers.
For the second time in the 20th century.
The first time was in February 1917.
All actions have their consequences.
The result of what happened then is the blood that is shed today.”
The violin is a very complex instrument, there are no deterministic notes on it, it is not a piano with keys or a guitar with frets.
In order to find the absolutely correct note on an empty fretboard, you need to study for many years and have fantastic concentration and confidence.
This is very similar to life, in which there are also no indications of where the right note is.
A lot of inner work will only help to find it.
Andrei Reshetin knows how to do this, and therefore his words are just as accurate and undeniable.
Behind them is a lot of hard work.
“From a huge rock, from Russia, they broke off large pieces with only one purpose: to split the rock with them.
If the plan succeeds and the rock-Russia cracks, the vipers will once again have something to profit from.
Get fat, get rich.
We will choke on blood for more than one century ... ”- he writes to his beloved author.
Repeating common truths like a small child.
To the man who in his youth wrote the words: “When all the bridges turned to dust and ashes covered the paths, / I said after him: “Fly, my angel, fly!”
Andrey Reshetin sees with his own eyes what "bridges turned to dust" are.
And still he has no evil words for BG.
Only surprise and sadness.
And hope.
The angel must fly.
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editors.