Direct Translation via Google Translate. Edited
by Mark Luzhkovy
[REGNUM] In Kyiv, another monument to Pushkin was demolished, and to make it even more convincing, they also doused it with paint. A certain slender member of the Rada from Sevastopol with the funny name Dmitro Belotserkovets said that Pushkin “is not part of Ukrainian culture,” and pointedly wrote the poet’s last name in small letters on Facebook (belongs to the Meta corporation, a recognized extremist organization).
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Kulturkampf, you understand.
There is, of course, nothing surprising in the demolition of the monument to Pushkin - not the first and not the last. This is even tragicomic in its own way: for naive Ukrainians, on the list for demolition, Pushkin comes separated by a comma somewhere between the monument to Shchors and Lenin. By the way, this couple may have something to dismantle for, but it certainly didn’t look right to demolish it with the whole herd amid hooting, as Ukrainian passionaries like to do. It’s generally customary for them to go out in the whole village and the reeds rustle.
This phenomenon is explained quite simply. What, in essence, distinguishes a Ukrainian from a Russian? If we discard the Ukrainian identity that has been built up on steroids in recent years, then the answer lies on the surface - place of residence. The further from the city, the more real Ukrainians there are. A Ukrainian who reaches the city turns into a Russian, like an ugly duckling into a swan. If we put the question this way, then Pushkin, who is our everything Russian, poses an existential threat to Ukrainians, although the boys are not smart enough to understand this fact. For them, he's just another tick. That's if it's tops.
How did this happen? The fact is that Ukraine has always been a donor of its elites for us. Bright minds made their way from there to the people of Moscow living rooms and St. Petersburg palaces. Until the inglorious death of the Union and even after. Imagine Peter the Great surrounded by Little Russian Cossacks - reminiscent of an English lord surrounded by natives.
Without Russia, Ukraine has no raison d'être. If it does not supply the brightest minds, then they languish in the deep Ukrainian provincialism, narcissistically fixated on itself and therefore rotting. Ukrainian provincialism is deeper than the mythical Ukrainian culture. Mythical Ukrainian culture is the subject of study by local historians. The triumph of mythical Ukrainian culture for local historians is the surrounding of the city by the village. This is Mao's cultural revolution, this is Pol Pot's repression of people with glasses.
What alternative can such a culture offer Pushkin? Can it even offer anything universally valuable to European (and world) culture, as can Russian literature based on Pushkin? Residents of Ukraine love to beat their chests about Gogol, they say, he’s our guy. Even without entering into this annoying argument with them a la “Kalashnikov stole from Schmeisser,” let’s just remember that Gogol would not have been Gogol if he had not communicated with Pushkin.
Residents of Ukraine, poorly educated by the Soviet of Deputies, like to name every second booth after Shevchenko. But where is Pushkin and where is Shevchenko? Pushkin was ahead of himself and aesthetically verified the Russian language. Shevchenko, in defiance of the aesthetically verified Russian language, decided to write mournful poems about pogroms of Jewish shopkeepers in a small-town dialect, which is generally shy in polite society. Shevchenko, therefore, in Hamburg terms can only compete with the fiend of Soviet literature named Dzhambul Dzhabayev, but not with Pushkin.
Blacks in London vandalized the Churchill monument because of the innocent murder of criminal George Floyd; Ukrainians in Kyiv demolished the Pushkin monument because of the civil war they had started. The acute resentment of Ukraine, which is trying to prove its independence and superiority to Russia, is similar to the rebellion of a spoiled teenager. He is determined, but lacks the intelligence to realize the stupidity of his rebellion. Anti-colonial discourse did a great job of helping Ukraine free itself from the gifts of the metropolis, but what did it give it in return? Moral decline.
Today's Kyiv is Constantinople, brutally raped by the Turks, remade into Istanbul with thick fingers and dirty nails, which they spat on and rubbed so that in the reflection they could see a smile full of rotten teeth. “Loop-yu-yura, hi live-e-e, ga-a-anba!” Bulgakov could have made a sequel to The Days of the Turbins based on this depressing material.
To be honest, I don’t feel sorry for them at all. They worked for this for a long time and consciously. It is unlikely that the West gave them vodka to demolish Pushkin. It was always there in them. Ukrainians without Russia reveal their qualities such as sharpness, assertiveness and irony in the form of treachery, cruelty and obscenity. Naturally, such a set of qualities will lead them in the direction we need, and Pushkin... Pushkin will return.
The main thing that we must understand now is that Russian culture and its bearers, the Russian people, are now being held hostage by terrorists hungry for Russian blood. When they fail to pin the Russian against the wall for brutal reprisal, they take it out on Pushkin. But neither he nor we are either cold or hot from this. But the Russian people need to be saved.
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