Book: The Other Russia
The Other Russia
“The mountains are clothed in gardens. Narrow valleys, broad plains between the mountains. “These mountains were naked rocks before,” the older sister says. “Now they are covered with a thick layer of soil, and groves of the highest trees grow on them between the gardens; below in the moist hollows are coffee tree plantations; above – date palms, fig-trees, vineyards are mixed with sugar cane plantations; on the fields there is wheat as well, but more of rice.”
“So what is this land?”
“Let’s rise higher for a minute, you will see its borders…”
“But we are in the middle of a desert? Says Vera Pavlovna, surprised.
“Yes, in the middle of a former desert, – this side is called New Russia”
“This is where Odessa and Kherson are?”
“Once they were, and now, look, here is where the New Russia is.”
N. G. Chernichevsky “What to do?”
Petropavloskaya fortress, 1862
I almost forgot that I have written the book “Disciplinary Sanatorium” where I reflected on the arrangement of modern society. Today this came to my mind as I received a letter in which a guy from Siberia keeps asking what do we, the NBP, want, what society do we want to build. In the West a monotone and long life by the standards of the Western civilization is considered to be happy. That is no hard work, some function related to papers, an uninterrupted career during the whole life, then the pension age and then the comfortable existence of a pensioner and death in the deep debility of the old age. The governments of Western countries subjugate the person, leaving him only one permitted autonomous activity – the chase after females. In all the rest the Western man is extremely limited in his life by laws. Man was enslaved and domesticated. There was a different regime in the USSR but even there man was enslaved and domesticated. Actually the modern man was accustomed to the fact that everything is forbidden to him, that he only needs to work all his life like crazy and then to die without rebelling. A quality life is considered to be the life of a well-fed slave. The ideal: a family – a couple living in marriage. In reality it should not be this way. A being who is condemned to die from his birth should not be some kind of crazy pack mule or that blind horse that goes harnessed in a circle drawing water from the river and pouring it out in irrigation ditches and on fields. We need to rebel. We have to invent, to reckon for us, for our group, for the people that we consider ours, another life model and to impose it. But first of all we need to build a new nation. Everybody keeps saying around here: “Russians”, “We are Russians”, “I am Russian”, “for Russians”. But under this label there are a lot of different people hiding. It turns out that Yeltsin is Russian too, and the blue-gray drunkard, and the dirty bum and the active spermatozoid Kirienko. And if they are Russians then I am not Russian. So what do we have to do? We have to select the people for a new nation. It should be called something else, not Russians but say, “Eurasians” or “scythes”. It is not that important but the new nation should be built on other principles, not by the color of hair or eyes but the courage, the loyalty to the belonging to our community.
We will need children from the new people. Many children will be needed for the nation to grow fast. This is why we should allow many kinds of families: those that lead to an unusual multiplication. Permit polygamy, free associations. Women should get pregnant continuously and to bear fruits. As for the children they will be provided for and raised by the community. They will live and be raised among adults. And already from the age of, say, ten years old. Today children are rotted in boring schools and their brains and memory are forcibly supplied with dust that nobody gives a shit about. Education will become short and will be different. Boys and girls will be taught to shoot from grenade throwers, to jump from helicopters, to besiege villages and cities, to skin sheep and pigs, to cook good hot food and to write poetry. There will be sportive competitions, fighting, a free combat without rules, running, jumping. They will read Nikolai Gumilev’s poetry and Lev Gumilev’s books, entire generations will be, according to the precepts of Constantine Leontiev, taught to love the East. To understand the beauty of the blue steppe and the red mountains. And all the vileness of concrete barracks in snow, the vileness of Moscow suburbs.
Will we produce weapons? Of course, we will. We will wage wars. But not like those before, not front on front. Ours will infiltrate their territories, familiarize their people with our way of living and ideas and the healthiest and strongest ones among them will become ours, our nation. And then our forces will invade and finish off those who don’t agree.
We will need land. The frozen Russia is caught in the clutches of uncreative, stupid administrators, poor in spirit. We will have to leave Russia, to build a nest on the fresh central lands, to conquer them there and to give rise to a new, unseen civilization of free warriors united in an armed community. Roaming the steppes and the mountains, fighting in southern nations.
Many types of people will have to disappear. Alcoholic uncles Vasias, cops, functionaries and other defective material will die out, having lost their roots in society. The armed community could be called “Government of Eurasia”. Thus the dreams of the Eurasians of the 30s will be realized. Many people will want to join us. Possibly we will conquer the whole world. People will die young but it will be fun. We will burn the corpses of the heroes.
And what is the sense of making a revolution if the objective is just to seize the ministerial posts, the vulgar cabinets. We will have to change everything. And to invent us a New God, possibly some Tungusian meteorite or an iron planet in the cold universe. Our god will be the one who gave us death. Maybe our god will be death. So, like Martin Luther King, I have a dream. But his dream was poor, wretched…
THE RED EYED MONSTER: THE FAMILY
Your father is an engineer or a hard worker – angry, skinny, unlucky, drinks from time to time. Or maybe there is altogether no daddy in the family, the mother in a worn fur-coat. The eyes always wet, hysterical, exhausted, speaking with a voice in which are echoed all the woes of the world. You always pity your mother but no respect whatsoever for your father. He is nothing, always drunk, arguing with the television. A stinky brother (version: a stinky grandma) after him you are disgusted to enter the bathroom. A two-rooms apartment: too much furniture plus the carpets, the rugs, the mats, the blinds. Little light.
The constant: “Turn out your music!” “Take off this pornography from the wall!”, “I’m feeding you!” and other lamentations, the joys of family living. There are not many books, only yours: Hitler, Lenin, Dugin, Limonov, “Limonka”… The family, bitchy guts, a putrid appendicitis, a group of bodies clutched together in a mutual embrace of fear: “Sasha, don’t go out on the street, there are some guys on the porch!” The family teaches to fear, to shake, to shit from fear. It is the school of cowardice.
An apartment that was obtained with hellish difficulties or bought with enormous difficulties, a cooperative one, in the last years of Soviet power. The parents have spent all their lives on this apartment. They have economized, saved, collected, bought. Then they happily put life into the little cube of concrete, a honeycomb in the multi-entrance, multi-apartment human hive. With love they drilled, glued, years on end selected the door handles. A year was spent on the arrangement of the lodgings. Another three on the installation of the windowsills and the windows. In for years people conquer kingdoms, World War Two lasted five years and here you’ve got the lodgings. They filled it with old rags and squeezed in a camp bed for you. An apartment is like a prison cell where the co-prisoners are not chosen, like a rock around the neck is this apartment that cannot be left and that is why the life style of some South Butusovo for some reason has to be yours and you, the South or some other district you despise it to vomiting.
You are already shaving and this, damn it, humiliating serf-like dependency on your parents’ living space, you are registered here, registered, damn you all bastards, like a serf! And when will you have your own cage where you could hang whatever you want – say an NBP flag?! When, never!… You will never have 25 thousand dollars. There is nowhere where you could bring your girl. What fulfilling life are you talking about. Pensioners have not only a pension, they have apartments, this is why the authorities, agencies and crooks are kind with them, convincing them of selling it, giving it for rent, they need pensioners.
The family: a sticky, warm dung mud, where it is good to lay off for two days, from physical blows in a fight and from moral wounds. But family weakens the person like consumption, exhausts with its potatoes and meatballs, its weak helplessness. Tomorrow some strangers will break in, cops, there is even nothing to defend yourself with. And to defend your mother, your sister? With them you feel even more vulnerable.
In books and movies there are courageous cool heroes. In the beginning of the century there were national socialists, fascists and Bolsheviks, they conquered their own countries at first and later foreign as well. They marched in regular ranks, beautiful, in the rolling of the drum and the banners rustle, young, and the earth laid itself under them, like a woman, gleefully. The father came in: “Again reading about your fascists! This never happened, never!” He is sitting in the kitchen and barks…
All the above mentioned is only an attempt to recreate the feelings of an adolescent boy, a young man in a family. To this could be added the pathologies, they are often present in life, – a fatting mom, a mom with bags, like a weight lifter, not a woman but some kind of a can, a beast of burden, a camel; the vomit of a grunting father, but let’s avoid the black stuff. The result of my reflections: Soviet power, the bitch, has successfully enslaved the family with an apartment. Everybody was chained, anchored with an apartment. Because an apartment in the freezing Russian climate is a permit for life. Registration, apartment, job – that is the assortment of the rusted heavy chains, with the help of which the modern Russian is chained to his place, unmovable and less free than the Russian of the XVII or XVIII century. Then, one could run away to the Don, to the Kazaks, to Pugachev. Where can you run with the lieutenant-colonel Putin, round-ups everywhere and not free anywhere.
Letters to our newspaper “Limonka”, being the editor in chief, I have read them for five years, all breathed anger and disgust for the Russian reality and the family. The boys were not satisfied by their petty, bleak (or even vile) parents. A criminal song atmosphere predominated: “I’ve killed my mom/ and chopped my dad/ my sister student/ I’ve drowned in the bathroom.” These same emotions were perfectly expressed by the American director Oliver Stone in the movie “Natural Born Killers” (We have gleefully reviewed it in the first issues of “Limonka”). In the movie the character Mickey has brought a bloody pluck from the meat store to the family of his future girlfriend. Mickey is a delivery man. A vile vulgar dad in family underwear, wanting his daughter, a pathological mom, the little brother – a family of monsters. They live on earth with some kinds of rectums, stinky sausages, exchanging yells. The newly enamored couple murders the parents and flees. Through the grotesque shines the unbearably authentic solar hatred to the family.
With a Russian family everything is even worse then with the American one. As a rule, children have nothing to be proud of their parents for (skulls -are they called colorfully and rightly by the punks), – in their predominant majority life victims and victims of the catastrophic “reforms” that took place in the country. The living space in the RF is now even more unattainable than under the soviet regime, as a result children sit too long in the family, unwillingly they live with the parents longer than it is healthy. An uncomfortable situation is created when the grown up children live with the aging parents, breathing to each other in the back of the head, using the same toilets, forcibly sharing each other’s intimate life. The mother, by her nature considers the son as her propriety and wants to prolong her power over him. And the father over his daughter. And it is possible to do in a single apartment. The result of this common living can be seen in Chechnya (especially seen during the 1st war). It is not the fighting qualities of the Chechen fighter that dominated over the qualities of the Russian soldier, but the Chechen upbringing of the man significantly dominates over the upbringing of the boy in a Russian family. From there appeared the “our boys” phenomenon, who are being captured by the cruel Chechen bearded men.
Russian boys sit in warm nests some good five-ten years more then it is needed and the influence of the weak, kind, hundred kilos’ Russia’s Slav mom transforms them in dough as comes the recruitment age. From snoting age the Chechen boy revolves around men. Ours spends too much time among women. The Russian family stifles the man. (Of course, there are exceptions, often more manly boys come from villages and small towns) For a good formation of the man, the boy needs to be taken as early as possible from the family. It is a harmful place, like the Chernobyl nuclear plant.
My parents were not so bad but still I made up some day that in reality I was their adopted son. My parents discovered it and got offended. Actually, it is a common phenomenon, when the children are depressed by the normality of their parents. They want their father to be a hero: a box champion, a revolutionary, an intelligence general, a fighter, say even a bandit. And here you’ve got an untidy type who eats raviolis… The majority of children learn to live the mediocrity of their parents. The best ones don’t. A political party such as NBP takes the boy away from his family, gives him examples to follow and essentially competes with the family for the soul of the boy. Families often lose to us but we don’t always win either. To our profound regret. Because in its essence the family is a dead end. The influence of parents-losers (and in the predominant majority they are losers), sometimes, fierce sadists and more often wet-eyed masochists, during the 20-25 years spent by the boy in the family irrevocably kills his manly strength. In the French language there is a common word “mere-castratrisse” mother-castrator that came from freudism. That is a castrating mother, removing in the figurative sense the testicles, the manly element. This is precisely said about this type of women like “soldier mothers”. That is a manly element is developed in them and they simply attempt to replace with their manly element the manhood of their sons, in the figurative sense to castrate them.
The family in Russia is the strongest social institution. They say that in China it is even stronger. The majority of embezzling of public funds acts, acts of corruption, stealing are committed for the sake of the family. The Russian functionary steals governmental money, as a rule, not for wasting it in the “Yar” restaurant, but for the building of a spacious country-house, acquiring of an apartment for the family members, for children and grandchildren. The newly arrived Russian businessmen are banal in the area of taste and preferences: a Mercedes for himself, a Mercedes for his daughter, a country-house for himself, a country-house for the son and the family. Of course the revolution should end all this bullshit, but for a successful, deep, irrevocable revolution, for irrevocable transformations to happen in society, we need to destroy its strongest molecule: the family. It is possible to do. Far from always in history of mankind did society exist in its present form. It can also exist without a family.
How many crimes were ever committed in the name of the family! How many workers did not participate in strikes, “caring” for their family (and in half of the cases, justifying with it their cowardice), how many men did not respond to offenders with a blow for a blow (“I have a family!”), tamed their pride. How many guys did not participate in the wars of the last ten years and step aside of active participation in political parties in the name of the god damned family! All the while it is because of this cowardice that their own children do not respect them! Each generation of commoners voluntary bears the heavy fetters of family. Supposedly raising the children and in reality smartly and cowardly hiding behind the children. The kids will do without you, man. You’re lying! We had a young military in the party who sent us from province perfect military articles on the state of things in the army. Once we proposed him to teach our guys what he knew himself. He kept silent for a long time and then orally transmitted that he cannot, he referred to his family – a wife and children. Each commoner needlessly sacrifices himself for his family, so that his children could repeat the same, also needed by no one, invented “heroic act” – sacrifice themselves for their own ones. This chain of lies needs to be broken. And the children don’t actually need their parents as much as the commoner or the hard worker makes himself believe. And the goal of political activity, political actions, and in the end of war (if it is started for ideological reasons) is to create a new, better then the prewar society where children (and yours too!) will live far better than today.
This is what in 1999 the newspaper of the Latvian department of NBP in Riga “General Line” in the article “Family Against the Party” wrote about family:
“When I mentally go through those who moved away from the party in different times I come to one shattering conclusion: in 99% of the cases it was the work of the family. The parents or the wife, or just the family clan. Leaving for ideological reasons is an exception.
The family justly feels that national-bolshevism takes the person on another living orbit, instills in him emotions too unusual to keep enjoying the common family joys. Better vodka and chicks (in intervals between fulfilling family obligations), than revolution – reflects the family. Let him (son, husband, brother) rather break his head in a drunken fight then being “trashed” on a picket. The calculation is right: in the first case he will return to the family with a sense of guilt, putting his tail between his legs, which is what is expected. On the example of our ex-comrades we can see it clearly. The family puts pressure even on those who manifest tenacity. A whole epidemic of the banishing of nazbols by their families has passed. Maybe it is wrong about one’s fathers and mothers but they are slaves, submissive victims of all regimes, managed to lose everything possible, now they want their children to grow like peaceful domestic sheep, so they could resignedly go to the slaughter. Well you too will be driven away from your miserable apartments and your miserable jobs! And they will leave you without your miserable pensions! One cannot move wolves by peaceful bleating. One needs wolfhounds.
In families, simple commoner families, there is a constant process going on of the degenerating of the Russian nation. What wife, daughter, mother would wish today: “If death, then momentary, if wound then small”? The Spartan period of the national history has ended. The dumb shortsighted moral triumphs: “My house is on the edge” (the Moscow explosions have demonstrated that in it is as easy to die in “edge houses” as in the front one). The nation is literally decomposing into families, as at a time Rus was into regional principalities. People of “long will” should not be surprised by such a situation. The exile from the tribe is the fate of a hero. After the exile comes the return, the triumph. Remember the biographies of Chinghis Khan, Mahomet; one can come up with thousands of examples. The “prodigal children” who returned to their families can only be pitied. In their life there will be no more anything interesting. Good night, our ex comrades!”
Commentary to Gepeuhov’s article
Some of our comrades did not have luck with their wives. That is they think they had but in real fact they got caught in the iron clutches of strong mares. Having received from these women a happy and satisfactory sex they appeared less and less in the party. Possibly they were telling themselves that after the honeymoon they will return to the previous party activity, but gradually became drown in a marshy life. Obviously, five, say, ten years one can live like this “in the shadow of Circean eyelashes”, but our comrades-renegades will inevitably open their eyes again one day. And they will see before them a stupid, greedy female with an aging face, smeared in creams, a funny in actual fact being on which in vain was wasted a good portion of life. A woman cannot be the main occupation of a man in life – one should know this. Women should replace each other. One should not refrain from love with them but only the party is the main occupation of a man, all the rest is secondary.
But many of our boys had luck with their girlfriends: these are girls-members of the national-Bolshevik party. Girls should be proposed the same moral: only the party is the main occupation for You and is Your fate, only a same-thinker, a friend revolutionary is worthy of You, the rest are strangers.
Now we see a dramatic decrease in the birth rate of our country. Also if one is to trust the numbers of the Cairo conference on demography, 4 million abortions per year are committed here. This monstrous fact, one would say, is related to the category of facts opposed to the family, belongs supposedly to a world of unspiritual sexuality hostile to the family, a world of carnal pleasures for the pleasures themselves condemned by the Church. However it seems so only at the first glance. In real fact family and abortions are phenomena of the same order. A multitude of married family women make abortions. The government does not require children from the family; there is no civil discipline and obligations in the area of childbirth. Earlier, Russia somehow regulated itself and the population maintained itself on a certain level.
In the Great Patriotic War we have lost many millions of human lives but during the “baby boom” in 1946 we have compensated these losses. Now the situation is far more serious and different because we are steadily annually losing about 500 thousand people, the Russian people is extinguishing. This problem does not solve by itself, rather it is solved by abortions, that is, negatively. The government also does not solve the problem of extinction, waving out and using as an excuse the fact that it, so it says, employs every effort for the rise of the economy. Like we’ll raise the economy and the families will be more ready to give birth. Like today a Russian family cannot afford itself the luxury of having a child and even less so two or three because of poverty. The families and the women of birth bearing age gleefully support the same handy lie.
Gypsies, not very settled, often persecuted, poor, traditionally have hordes of children. Poor people actually always distinguished themselves by an abundance of children. Poor people do not have distractions, no contraceptive measures, so they entertain themselves by the ancient method. Modern poor countries, those like Bangladesh annually lose tens of thousands (and once more then a hundred thousand have died!) miserable people in floods but they multiply themselves like cockroaches and the population inexorably grows. This is why the state of the economy and childbirth are terms independent from each other. A nation should demonstrate its will power for survival. The nation leaders should demonstrate this will power. To succeed in the demographic reconstitution of the nation one should:
1. Ban the aborts totally, having instituted heaviest sanctions for doctors as well as for pregnant women. Introduce a law according to which a woman who does not want to keep a child has to give birth to him and to transfer it to the government.
2. Oblige by law all healthy women from 25 to 35 years old (child bearing age) to give birth in ten years to no less then four children. This would be an obligation, like the obligation for men is the mandatory military service. The moment the children will start to walk they are transferred to the House of Youth – a governmental institution where they are raised and educated by the government.
3. Introduce in usage for those interested a polygamous family, similar to the Muslim ones. To propagandize such a family.
The governmental Houses of Youth will save the children from the bad influence of the parents-commoners, the parents-losers. The red-eyed monster has to disappear. It has to be liquidated.
SCHOOLING: THEY STOLE YOUR CHILDHOOD
Schooling in English in translation to Russian is “shkolenie”, in the Russian language there is the word “schooled”. And all this linguistic nest does not mean “learning” at all and even does not mean “education”, but means “training”. “Training” is exactly what it is and if in the Russian version the foreign “school” that changed into “shkola” does not remind of anything daily, then in English every time that it is employed, unequivocally and in no uncertain terms it cries about “training”. It is worth mentioning that the same “schooling” is mentioned also in relation to the training of horses and dogs.
Going back to the real meaning of the word it is easier to understand the essence of the institution proper. Education, training in school comes before the acquisition of knowledge. The goal of schooling is to break the natural instincts of the human being, to break his natural aggression, to suppress it totally. It is not without reason that in all without exception countries, schools always used corporate punishments still some half a hundred years back. School is intended as a repressive institution. It has to be put in the same rank after a coma, before the prison. It is a misunderstanding that school is put in the same rank as libraries and museums and teachers are written a coma after the doctors, they should be put before the supervisors and the top dogs. The fact that school like many governmental institutions has become decrepit, changed, became covered with boring dust should not hide its repressive character. Even today’s crumbling school is doing its job.
After eleven years of an exhausting mind drill, memory loading with unneeded trash of superfluous knowledge, the predominant majority of individuals leave the school desks with a broken will, with smoothed individual particularities, with stamped as a rule talent and tired! The school assembly line of training furnishes the society with toothless little animals, languid and intentionally frozen in their development. They were forcibly filled with unneeded knowledge like the bag of a vacuum cleaner is filled with trash and dust. This senseless knowledge, especially those given in Russian schools will never serve the poor little animals. Once I tried to count what served me in my life from the knowledge that I received in school. It came out to be contemptibly little. Foreign language and geography. Not even literature because all the most powerful books I read them outside of school, despite it, and the majority of books, I read them in English or in French. And these languages I learned them by myself! School did not give me the knowledge of languages. And I learned geography out of interest, myself, not with a schoolbook.
School is needed to society for suppression. It was created for that. It is a governmental institution. And this is why not only it is not guiltless but also just as guilty as courts and prisons in the suppression of man. I recall the ten years I spent behind the school desk with the horror of losing ten of maybe the most perfect, sunny days of my life! Who will give them back to me! To bring an action against the god damned government? Give me back my sunny years! The skirts of the uniform dresses of the girls of my class glistened behind as much as our pants. Six-eight hours of fidgeting on the hard school banks in an uncomfortable position, curving the skeleton, in an age when one should run, jump, shout! Fingers with blisters from the pen. Ugly, bad smelling teachers. The mathematics teacher stank piss when she bended above us. We grimaced and turned away. The physics teacher had a foul breath when, leaning on the desk, bending above us he explained what was calculated wrong in the copybook, which little problem.
Early in the morning, choking on my fried egg, in complete mind numbness I came out, roamed, I recall the dark streets of the town and saw how were walking, staggering on the mud or the ice, the same unfortunate students. To me it was still close to school, near (though we had impracticable mud in spring and fall), but there were kids who did it by foot, plus by tramway, then by autobus. In eighth grade a new form master appeared: Yakov Lvovich Kaprov. Well he beat the students, calling them to the physical cabinet and locking the door. In actual fact all the real hooligans left school for colonies and streets still in 6-7 grades. He beat pretty normal kids, they came out with broken noses. Me, he did not beat me, my father was an officer. But even if we had a sweet form master, what would this have changed? This ten years each of us gave them to the government, did his time. Give me back my sunny years!
School does not teach what one needs for life. They don’t teach at school how to speak with people, how to recognize a false person, how to deal with people, how to command them, how to beat off an attack. What is life, how close will death come, how to meet life pains, what to do if your girl left? School does not answer all these questions. Instead it develops in you secondary instincts of obedience: everybody gets up when the teacher comes in. It teaches you base tricks: knowing the weakness of the teacher one can get a good mark. And it teaches obedience, obedience.
But the most important: those milligrams of actual knowledge that it gives you can be received in a few years, in three years! Why then do they deform the children, oblige them to sit like idiotic dolls in the closed air of the class a supplementary seven years? To totally break off the instincts. So that he gets used to insults and if the retarded teacher, a tramp in torn stockings yells to you: “Moron!” that you don’t hit her in the face but stand still, bending your head. All these years are necessary to solidly break your will, hitting on it every day like with a cub, like with a crowbar.
If somebody was indeed left with good memories about school, they are not about the school itself, but about the two-three interesting guys met there, pretty girls, the first love is remembered there, that is personal stuff.
So when you see a picket or a meeting of teachers, all these aunties the size of a hippopotamus in torn fur-coats, do not pity them, the civil servants who don’t receive their salaries. The same government functionaries like prison supervisors or cops in gray armyaks – they are the employees of a repressive apparatus. (And then, what a nonsense, how come a woman should educate men? It is unnatural.)
One should see the world as it is, that is right. It is extremely important to see the world right. Teachers are not teachers of the normal seeing – they are employees of the governmental apparatus of education. In truth there is a small handful of teachers in the world. To find oneself a teacher is an arduous task. Those who teach at schools cannot be called teachers. It is a sacrilege. Teachers are a small handful. Happy is he who has found his teacher.
School teachers are workers of the negative. Of course it is not their individual fault, they were broken once and now they are obediently (for a small price!) fill the memory and the brains of their young victims with a stuffing of chewed knowledge: algebra, physics, chemistry, geometry, literature, history – all mixed together. The general nullity of the teachers, their low intellectual level, the fact that they do not rise above the general philistine level of development, speak for themselves, they are not the best people of our society. Tired and broken they practice ventriloquism according to the program. It is extremely rare for them to understand their students or to foresee them. It is sufficient to say that in the school report card in Russian literature I got a “three”. Still I was reading avidly, writing poetry non-stop from fifteen years old and a “three’ was obviously too little for me. But we did not like each other: the teacher and me. I could not put her a “three”, she could. I hope she is alive and at least once a week still and again ascertains her stupidity.
Right after the enthronement of the Soviet Power the revolutionary-Bolsheviks freely experimented with school to the utmost. Judging by “The SHKID Republic” there were teachers’ elections, school self-government. The future was planned to be interesting. They understood that if they wanted to cultivate a new man they also needed new schools. But it is one thing to contest the power in a revolutionary outburst. Another thing is to seize the power and to use it. To break at the same time many government institutions is an extremely arduous occupation. And a dangerous one too – you will break the old school and while you are building the new one there will not be any.
This is why the new school did not happen. They removed God’s Law and the letter “yat” replacing it by Pakrovsky’s history and materialism for students. The experiments of Makarenko and “The SHKID Republic” petered out. Everything was quietly returning on its circles. During the Great Patriotic War appeared the phenomenon of factory schools. After the war, I.V. Stalin having reconciliated himself with the Church and preoccupied by the strengthening of the government (Even before that he had returned officers and the shoulder-straps) began to rerun the classical education. The separate education of sexes was introduced, school uniform, belts and caps, paid education for the three senior classes and even Latin and Greek – dead languages. This imperial fashion did not last long, approximately from 1947 to 1955. And even it was not introduced everywhere, there were schools left with mixed education and without caps and belts. (They also tried to introduce a uniform for students.) During Khrushchev’s thaw the Stalinist attempt to resurrect an imperial school faded away. To the “democratic” and americanist Khrush it possibly looked as an out of place classicism. Just as “architectural extravagances” – they were starting to be really fought against: against the Stalinist imperial style of buildings of the MID, the hotel “Ukraine” and others. Meanwhile Latin, belts and caps were from the same set of imperialicity, together with the “architectural extravagances”. Khrush desperately needed a labor force for factories and plants and tractor drivers to upturn the soil, so school was made to last eight years. Workers and peasants were needed, so they were hastily fabricated in the eight-year schools.
Finally they came out with the present awkward school. Maybe they did not came out with it on purpose because the quality of the government elite – the rulers of the nation – was constantly decreasing and it is unlikely that Khrushchev and even less so Brezhnev were capable of reflecting about education, not speaking about estimating the relative qualities of education systems. After the genius of Lenin (Actually he did not leave any project of a new education. As far as I know.) and the perfect practician Stalin came the dumbheads. Dumbheads don’t have projects.
Returning to Stalin’s attempt of the Restauration of the classical education I will note once again that it was realized in the late period before his death when Stalin had come to imperialicity, having rejected the heritage of the 1917 revolution. It is unknown what he himself thought about his school but a hedgehog can understand that the new man could not have come out of a school where were taught Latin and Russian history, composed by the German Miller and other Germans on orders of the German dynasty of the Romanovs. The learned tsars’ history and obediently counted the revolutionary time from the invented date of the birth of Christ! So what was to happen? Of course not a new but a decrepit man! So with this kind of school they normally got the recreation of the ancient society.
(We needed more and more revolutionary spirit! My reproach to the revolution of 1917 is that it was not enough radical. It did not kill the ancient world but just muffled it for a time. But this will be discussed elsewhere…)
The school that exists, the sadist repressive governmental institution oriented at the suppression and the total deformation of the proper human essence has to be destroyed. Otherwise our society is condemned to recreate itself in the repulsive form in which it is today. There will always be serf-like ignorant pensioners, always will be butcher-like cops, always criminals will be recreated, always Gogol’s functionaries will appear, monumental archaic aunties-judges. Generation after generation. While the formation of these repellent creatures already begins on the school desk. Society fills up the kid a whole 11 years to death, until he has become a semi-fabricated product, a preparation for the above-enumerated types. This assembly line has to be disconnected. This is what we will do when we will come to power.
Every education should be a lot shorter. Five years are sufficient to receive a perfect average education. And the education has to be totally different.
Children today have an abnormally long childhood. The modern world has become a lot faster, information on television, information on the radio, all this makes possible a far more early possibility of knowing the world still outside of school. Apart from school. And our system of education was created in the West in the XIX century, has come to us from the West. We have to start earlier and to teach shorter.
We have to begin from five years old and to teach for no more than five years.
The teacher in the middle school has to be only one. It has to be a man, he has to have an artistic (painter, poet, writer) and military experience. No algebra, trigonometry, mathematics, physics and other abstract, never useful disciplines will be taught to the children. For the conservation and the transmission of such abstract knowledge there are scientists, it is their job. (There will be only a few scientists and the special knowledge will be limited to some small higher educational establishments.)
So as it begins to walk the child leaves his mother and comes to live in the House of Youth. The House is necessarily located in a picturesque environment with beautiful nature, outside of the city. The teacher is a master as it was already mentioned, – alone, he is necessarily a man. In case of necessity teachers of foreign languages are also enlisted but they do not bear the title of “master”. To help the master there will also be two instructors, no less then three, depending on the quantity of children in the House of Youth. Their function is to help the Master. There will be the following disciplines in the program:
History: With the account of “The New Chronology” of Fomenko / Nosovsky and the discoveries of Lev Gumilev.
Manuals will have to be elaborated.
Geography and knowledge of other countries, ethnography.
Foreign languages (western and eastern ones – more of eastern ones).
Weapons and military training. The teaching is not giving in classrooms. The skills of shooting, handling a grenade thrower, a mine thrower, driving and shooting from armored carriers, etc.
The art of public-speaking, poetry, composition and exposition.
Historical personalities; Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Mussolini and personalities of culture: Nietzsche, Pazolini, Dostoevski, etc.
The secrets of life. Human knowledge: the secrets of sex, the art of dealing with people, how to recognize a false person, how to react to an insult, to a failure in life, to the death of a friend, to the betraying of a woman.
Martial arts: combat, box, kung fu, real teaching of a hard fight.
Using a typewriter, Internet.
Only in exceptional cases will the teaching take place in classrooms. The details of the new educational system have to be elaborated in the future. The basic principle: the teacher, the Master with a capital letter, man of experience and knowledge will personally teach the group of students. Like the eastern teacher of wisdom and martial arts.
THE MOST OPPRESSED CLASS
You are walking on the street. Cops in gray armyaks. A rumpled crowd of cops. They press you in the chest with a club. “Do you have a registration?” “Where is your registration?” “Do you have a ticket?” “When did you arrive?” “What are you doing here?” “Where is the registration stamp?” “Why aren’t you in the army?” Raids on newcomers, on draftees, on anybody from the Caucasians to the blond Vasilisa from Vologda. And on you – you are betrayed by your young face. Search. “To the wall! Put your hands behind your head! Get down, bitch!” the complete program of humiliations. The motive: your youth! With your young physiognomy you are shining far like a red-skinned Aztec among the olive and white Spaniards. Young men are unreliable. Young and extremist are synonyms. Young men are fascists, communists, deserters, draftees. A citizen should be old, worn out, crackled, rippled, a grandma or a child. Then he is reliable. Then the eyes of the Law organs employees don’t stop on him. It would be handy for the government if all citizens were old men and functional invalids but in such a way that one would be left with arms – to work on the machines, another with eyes to read out the texts needed to the government, another category would have only legs – to run with the commissions of the functionaries. What, is it too grotesque? Yes, it is grotesque but it answers the spirit of the Russian god damned State in the first year of the XXI century. It does not need healthy and young people. They are hastily been thrown in prisons and in the army. The RF is an aggressively anti-youth State.
In the bureaucratic, priestly, National-security -cop State of the RF the youth is superfluous. Moreover it is the next after the Chechens category of citizens, which is regarded cautiously, with suspicion and disbelief. It is the internal enemy when the Chechens are the external one. The proof – the Lefortovo castle is filled with Chechens and the next ones in quantity of cons are the members of the largest youth organization of Russia – the National-Bolshevik Party. What is this, chance? No, this is normal.
It is impossible to deny that the life of a particular man is divided on specific and even strictly defined biological ages. Here they are:
Child: from 1 day to 7 years
Adolescent: from 7 to 14 years
Young person: from 14 to 35 years
Middle age: from 35 to 56 years
Over 65 years – elderly people, commonly called seniors.
Obviously the genetically lucky persons age later, as we say, their biological age does not correspond to the calendar years, however these are few. For the predominant majority of human beings the above stated scale is correct. Let us remember the common belief that all human cells renew themselves completely each seven years.
Children and adolescents up to 14 years are supported in life, clothed and fed by the family. Pensioners (in a normal country in the West like in the East) have some savings, property or pension. These age groups: children, adolescents and pensioners are not yet or anymore working groups of the society (nation), However, if children and adolescents, still not paying any contribution to the money-box of society do not have electoral rights then the pensioners, elderly age, keep their electoral rights until their death. The fact that the elderly age over 60 receive compensation for them having worked once, is quit just. However it is unsound that today it is precisely they, as an active electoral group, in a significant degree force to the country a parliament, a president and all the electoral power. Still, in reality they are people of the past, when they were forming as individuals. This is why today they are automatically electing us leaders according to the tastes of their time when they were able to work. Further more, the developing physical illnesses make them timid and obedient. It seems sound to give to the citizen who goes on pension together with the pension booklet, a notification about the ending of his right to participate in the elections. Other civil rights should be kept for pensioners.
Actually, it can be seen with the naked eye that the governmental official scale of ages that exists here in Russia was displaced in a powerful manner, does not correspond to the biological scale. And was displaced in favor of the elderly ages. This displacement has for result the fact that civil rights just as material values are denied to young people. Why is childhood unjustly prolonged by the jurisdiction? Why is a part of civil rights, more precisely: the right to participate in the elections is given only after 18 years old, and the right to be elected only at 21 years old, still only in the lowest echelons of the electoral power? Is not the right to be killed in war received by the young man at the moment he reaches the recruitment age? Why do we have an absolutely unjust situation when a nineteen years old person can be totally legitimately sent to Chechnya where he will have his life taken from him or he will lose limbs, for that, he is mature, and to be elected in the City Council, say, he should wait until he has reached 21.
But the most dramatic shift, displacement happens precisely in the fact that the childhood is artificially extended. Until the call-up in the army. Why is it done? There is no need to school for so long a young person, common sense tells that from 5 to 14 years, for nine years he can be taught everything that he will need in life. Moreover, in these nine years can be fitted (if the school program is to be freed from the dead disciplines) the higher education as well. Nine years of study are largely enough. For the whole education it is enough. But the government does not want to free the young person from its control, from its claws until the call-up in the army, this is why the middle education has been artificially extended even to three-four years. It has to be said that its scale of ages was imitatively licked by Russia from the “civilized” western countries a long time ago. While in these “civilized’ countries all this cycle: education in school and army was specifically adjusted in such a way so they could send cannon-fodder to the Verduns in a continuous rhythm. In Verdun, for those who do not know, about 80 thousand people were dying daily in the 1916-1917, counting from both sides. This is why here too in Russia, in this aspect nothing essentially (apart form the peculiar ethnical population, a large displacement of peoples) did not differ from other militaristic States, the age scale was adjusted and is adjusted to the military service, for the needs of the general military duty. It does not in any way correspond to the biological reality of the human organism. To this should be added, that during the last XX century diet and the possibilities of nutrition were considerably improved (it is an undeniable fact, notwithstanding the whining of the Russian pacifists about soldiers-anorexics, it is nonetheless a phenomenon of a few years of the beginning of the 90s) and so in its majority young people are physically sufficiently developed already at 14 years old. And if one is to talk about the social development, then even the most backward in the world Russian television gives a complete idea about society in which we live.
Like the automobile increased speed in space, television dramatically sharply increased the speed of world-knowledge so the age when the civil rights are given could be very normally moved to 14 years. I already called for this in 1996 in the legislative proposition of the National-Bolshevik Party. Civil rights at 14 years old! At 14-15 years old the adolescent has to totally stop studying including the higher education. (It does not mean that we want to send him right away to the assembly line, we have another task.) Again, going back to television, it could be said that because of it and other mass-media in lesser degree and all the civilization technology surrounding us today there is no need to school as long and as hard young men and women. The amount of knowledge about the world of which the XIX century man never even dreamed about, or of the beginning of the XX century is literally suggested from the screen of the television daily. Television here is, I repeat, disgusting: clumsy, subordinated to the State, but even like this it is essentially over-informative. The period of the middle education should be tightened in two, maximum five years. To lazily let rot the youth on school banks, giving their spirit away for slaughter to the teachers-philistines is a crime. Education should be clever, clear, joyful. This was already discussed in the last chapter.
So what age should be considered as valuable to the nation, the preferable one?
The age from 14 to 35 years old is without doubt the most productive, the most precious age for the nation. It is the age of the draftees, warriors, men, the blooming of the physical strength of the individual, usually the peak of health, beauty, joy. The age of the outmost creation, sowing, production of children. Modern sexology affirms that man is in his best sexual form at the age of 28. It is not without reason that after 35 the individual usually retires from sport. The physical strength is not increasing anymore but just conserving. Take notice of job announcements: the work is offered, people are called, as a rule “healthy men up to 35 years old” are needed. The sly employers consequently consider that after 35 years old the strength is not the same as before 35 and the acquiring of working skills is harder.
The average age from 35 to 56 years old is a smooth plateau on which the individual already walks limping and stopping to rest. Of course at 35 years old there is already a certain life experience acquired, however essentially this experience is negative – the experience of caution, the experience of cowardice. At 35 years old the individual having burned himself several times is not even breathing on the hot milk anymore, he tips it out.
Form 35 to 56 it is the time of the harvest of life and what was sawn (if was sawn) bears fruits. Yes, harvest time if compared to nature and its cycles. So they – the middle age is ripping all the harvest. To them belong (often only by right of age, by right of duration of their professional career, by right of years of service) key posts in the State, in politics, in economy, in trade, in administration. They head all aspects of life: mass media, army, school, medicine. They are the possessors of a large part of property in the country. The middle age is capable of evenly pulling but is not capable, as a rule, of brilliance, heroism and achievements.
The problem of fathers and children becomes a problem just after the child gets 14 (well, a bit earlier, a bit later, not everybody, as it was already mentioned, has an exact biological age). To that time the child is mature: that has been a while that the girls are menstruating, the boys look manly, their voice is deep and they feel a direct urge for a girlfriend, the sexual maturing has taken place, the parents have before them a formed individual – a man, a woman. And the parents, by order of the government have to still consider them children. Notice that up until this age there is no father and children problem, everything is more or less perfect – the child needs protection until he has not grown up. But here he is grown up – no need to keep him as a child. One should begin life earlier and instantly throw the youth in a vigorous rhythm – To hurry to live!
In each separately taken moment two principal generations are competing with each other: the youth and the middle age. The fight for the best lands, wealth, women. By standing as on the belt of the inexorable conveyor of life, behind them their children, before the elderly and the conveyor is heading at death. The elders usually the first but in times of war the youth leaves first.
Summing up the above mentioned I repeat: power and ownership in Russia (and the rest of the world) are unequally distributed among the generations. Not only between classes or social types of society (which is the same thing as “class”). But between generations. More precisely between the two principal productive manly classes of society: between the youth of 14-35 years of age and the middle age of 35-56, power is distributed flagrantly unequally. Notice the similarity of the terms “middle class” and “middle age” and you will see here more than a vulgar coincidence. Outside of the limits of the middle age there are very few wealthy people. It is the same in the whole world. If during 1988-1995 in Russia it was possible to meet young wealthy “new Russians”, then today you will not find them with a lamp. Only in middle age the individual gathers the necessary contacts, relations, solidly makes his way in some, as they used to say in the end of the 80s, “mafias”, and then come the power and the wealth. Young people, though, with the fact that they are thrown into war and that it is physically the most powerful group of society, has very little power and property, almost the same amount as children and less then pensioners. It is an unjust, it is a very unjust distortion that did not exist in traditional societies. There the warrior precisely from 14 to 35 years of age – the best warrior age was the most important part of society. And received his worth.
(Youth is the present tense of society. Children are its future. Pensioners, elderly – its past. There is nothing offending in these cycles because everybody passes them.) A thought comes to mind that with the help of demagogy, tricks, using the fact that the young do not have the time yet to create their groups (“mafias”) – the middle age simple stole, is stealing daily from the youth its share of power and property. The argument in favor of “experience” and “savoir-faire” of the middle age, the experience supposedly gives them an advantage before the youth, does not work here. In many areas of life the experience is acquired very fast. And the basic experience that the majority gets is the experience of cowardice and caution. It is better not to have it at all.
If only power and property were shared among the two principal classes equally. But no, the young person has many less than even a pensioner, the pensioner has a pension, an apartment. The young man, the young woman in our society does not have even some meters of roof over his head. As for the student’s allowance it cannot be even from far being compared to the salary of middle age. (Well, it is clear that there are middle age bums, alcoholics, sick people, retarded people of middle age, but that’s not what we are talking about!)
In short, you, dear boys, (I remind that all the work was planned in the form of a cycle of lectures for NBP members), partygenosse, are getting ripped off for generations. Stinking vodka, cigarette and old age, with dandruffs on his uniform, the military commander very easily sends you to the army and to Chechnya and there you will be dismembered from grenade throwers of the freedom-liking Chechens. And if you lose a limb, comrade, your Country will give you 500 rubles for an artificial one. And the government will never condescend to answer your question: if I put my own body and spirit of divine origin under bullets and shell-splinters, then why does not the government equals this death smelling labor of mine to this and that quantity of actions of a petroleum company or hectares of land? Of course in the State, especially the Russian, with the traditions of an autocratic insolent State, only the State asks the questions, it has appropriated itself this right by its own will. Then let us get clear with the State! If it is so insolently unjust, let us get clear with it.
Some may argue that it was always. No, and again no, and no. In the past, States waged uninterrupted wars (like in our time, actually. The atomic peace has shortly reconciliated the principal blocks of States: the western and the eastern one, that’s all.) and warriors were on particular demand. The price for youth, for men in the age of warriors was high. Only the creation of slave-using monarchist States in XVI-XVIII centuries has created possibilities of a general military duty and the peasants serfs of some Gessen could be sold to fight against the American colonizers. But this state of things exists since a short time. And during the entire length of human kind’s history the warrior was valued. From the times of the Neanderthals or from the creation of the world, whatever one prefers.
In epochs of revolution the biological, natural order of things, even for a short time, even in the limits of a single generation, triumphed and the youth came out in the first roles in the State and society. It had power and often property. A classic example Napoleon Bonaparte – emperor at 31 and his marshals, coming from the lowest estates – the children of the French Revolution. Another classic example: the Bolsheviks. Molotov, Trotsky, Dzerzhinsky, Stalin, entered the party at 16, 17, 18, 19 years old and finding themselves on the key posts in the State already at thirty and something. Blumkin, the very same which killed the German imperial ambassador after Mirbach, celebrated by Gumilev, Blumkin, who has arrived from his native Odessa in Moscow at 18 was instantly appointed chief of the counter-intelligence VChK. At 18 years old! One can recall the cult of youth among the national socialist of Germany and fascists of Italy, and these were revolutionary movements. Around Hitler and Mussolini and Lenin were then gathered in the beginning of the XX century young and very young people. Studying the experience of the revolutions near to us in time: The Russian of 1917, the German – national-socialist, the Italian fascist, but also more distant – the Great French of 1789, one can ascertain that they were not a proletarian revolution, a fascist or a bourgeois Great French Revolution. But they were also, in essence, revolutions of the youth against the middle class and the elderly. A revolution is always carried out by the young people, the reaction is the work of the middle age and the elderly.
As far as I know, historians did not study revolutions as a phenomenon of war between generations, contenting myself with only facts, without their analysis; Yes, Bolsheviks or national-socialists were very young people, only Lenin (47) and Hitler (44) were far more older then their comrades.
I will try to generalize and I ascertain: all the revolutions that have won – they are victories of children over their fathers, the youth over the middle age.
IT HAD ALL BEGAN WITH CHINA
In the second half of the XX century too, young people kept rebelling and trying to take the power away from their fathers. The last time it had all began with China. It is Mao Zedong who called the “Hunveybins”, his young Red Guards to the foreground of History. The old, sly wise man Mao, possibly, was sincere in his terror before the new bureaucracy that the Chinese communism has created only in 17 years, from 1949 up until 1966, resurrecting the thousand years old cast of fat functionaries-mandarins. Possibly he used students and young people in the fight against his political opponents, which is not the point. He had precisely put the finger to the wound, having sensed it: on the sharpest problem of all modern societies. And precisely: the young people are the most oppressed class of society. Having proclaimed: “Bombard the Headquarters!” – Mao gave schoolchildren and students the right of inspection and punishment of the functionaries. And the Chinese boys with little red books thrown in the air, the fanatic boys enjoyed it fully. They leaded the highest officials of the State through the entire country in fools caps (like from paintings of Goya and Bosch!), they beat, spit, kicked and sent on reeducation in the country teachers and even the premier Liu Shaozi and the ministers Zhou Enlai or Deng Xiaoping. All of this began in 1966 and calmed down only in 1976.
The example was contagious. In 1968, on May 2nd, right in the midst of the cultural revolution of the Hunveybins when French newspapers daily brought the news of million people strong raids of Chinese red guards on the offices of Chinese officials, in Paris the student revolution of May 1968 began. At the sociology faculty in Nanterre, a Paris suburb students headed by the 23 years old German Daniel Cohn-Bendit organized a meeting, which transformed itself in a confrontation with the police. The police closed down the faculty but the unrest moved to the Latin Quarter, in the heart of Paris, in the building of the Sorbonne. The rector addressed the police for help. The police broke into the auditorium. Fights between two thousand of students and the policemen lasted several hours. People started to put cars on fire, they built a few barricades. 596 students were arrested. The Sorbonne was closed and the police stood in front of the entrances. Some students appeared in court and received two months of prison. But the next day student demonstrations resumed. As did the confrontations with the police – 460 students were arrested. Student organizations demanded on May 7th to withdraw the police from the Latin Quarter, to free the convicted students and to open the faculties in Paris and Nanterre.
It is interesting that the instigators everywhere were students of human sciences faculties, that is, those who were the most stuffed with the ideas of western civilization. It is also curious that General de Gaulle perfectly understood that the wind blew from the East. On May 7th he stated in anger to his ministers: “This means that we are talking about a trial of strength. We will not tolerate such a situation. Order has to be restored, before everything… These bad students do not want to return to their studies. They are making fun of the return to calm and work. They strive for the Chinese Cultural revolution. Not for anything in the word! Concessions are out of question.”
The situation became particularly heated on May 10th. Students have built about 60 barricades in the district of Edmond Rostand Square. Above the barricades – black and red flags. Around – several thousands of policemen wait for the order for the siege. Students are armed with Molotov cocktails and rocks. The policemen are armed with clubs, big plastic shields and gas grenades. At 2 o’clock AM comes the order of the siege. The fighting lasted five hours. The total: 367 wounded, among them 32 heavily, 188 burned cars. The students disperse on orders of Cohn-Bendit. The workers unions decide to have a general 24 hours strike of protest. The 13th May begins the general strike and demonstration. More than a million of protesters have participated in the march from the Republic Square to the Denfert-Rochereau Square.
The slogans of the demonstration: “De Gaulle – to the archives!” “De Gaulle – to the pauper’s house!” “Farewell De Gaulle!” “Ten years is enough!” Arrived to Denfert-Rochereau the demonstrators, as previously decided, disperse. But groups of students call on to walk further and to take over the Elysee Palace. The moderate unions do not follow them.
The 14th of May the police leaves Sorbonne. Leftist students take residence in the auditoriums. Now it is a “critical” or “free” university. Meetings go on days and nights. They are singing the “International”, hands are flashing red books of Mao’s sayings, they are being distributed by the Chinese embassy. They demand the abolition of exams, mandatory programs and courses. They often cite Trotsky. Sorbonne’s walls are covered with inscriptions: “Be realists – demand the impossible!” “Forbidden to forbid!” “Imagination to power!” An “uninterrupted artistic revolution” was declared. The Sorbonne was not enough for the students and they seized the theater “Odeon” where activities took place similar to the one in Sorbonne with the participation of the Paris intelligentsia. On May 14th De Gaulle went on a visit to Rumania.
The same day workers occupy the “Sud Aviation” factory and two days later the “Reno” factories. Transportation stopped, communications did not work, radio and television. A furious De Gaulle returns on May 18th. On May 24th he appears on television with a bleak six minutes long speech from which it is clear that the general is tired and frightened. The same day in Paris took place a new grandiose demonstration. Hundreds of thousands walk with the slogans “De Gaulle on resignation!” In the Latin Quarter fights again, it smells gas, hundreds of arrested. The 28th May in the hotel “Continental” the leader of the leftists Francois Mitterand made public a proposition about the creation of a temporary government headed by Mendes-France, Mitterand – president, ten ministers, not excluding the communists. Mendes-France supported the students-revolutionaries from Nanterre and Sorbonne. On May 29th De Gaulle disappears after not coming to the meeting of the Council of ministers. He somehow ends up in Baden-Baden, on the base of the French occupying troops. On May 30th he returns to Paris. Appears on the radio: “I took a decision. I stay.” France, frightened by the barricades and the black flags goes to the electoral urns on June 23-30, the Gaullists have acquired an extra 97 seats and have now 358 mandates out of 485 in the National Council. One of the ministers-Gaullists said after the elections: “The party was won but it is over with the general.” Students could also have said that “the party is won” because they were over with the general. Though De Gaulle left his post only the 27 April 1969, it were the students who threw him down, even though themselves turned out to be unable to take the power. It is against the old de Gaulle and the old France that was directed the rising of the students. The efficiency of their rebellion was acknowledged. Jean-Raymond Tourneau ascertains in his book “General’s May”: “The feeling of bitterness has reached an extreme limit with him… And here with one movement a few madmen from Nanterre were able to do a thing in which failed the specialists of the psychological war in 1958, the creators of the barricades in 1960, the rebels of 1961 and the leaders of the OAS in 1962.” It is another thing that the students removed De Gaulle but not the Gaullists. The next president became the ex-premier minister of De Gaulle – Georges Pompidou.
“A few madmen” turned out to be in many countries of Europe in those years, not only the German red haired student Kohn-Bendit was mad. In Germany leads the student leader Rudi Duchke. His fate is tragic (at a time when Khon-Bendit has degenerated in an old fat grumbler, became vice-mayor of Hamburg, and later deputy of the European parliament and a centrist of course) – he was shot during the same fateful year by a rightist worker-alcoholic. Duchke was paralyzed, in 1980 died in a bathroom, already a deputy from the “Greens”. In America the hippies were rebelling, the democratic convention in Chicago ended with many thousands of fightings and the trial of Jerry Rubin and his friends. In 1968 in California revolutionary murders took place, carried out by Charles Manson and his commune. Even the socialist Prague tried to rebel in 1968. The rising in Prague bore a student character at the beginning, but we, the Russians, took it as an attempt of the Czechs to leave the socialist camp and the Russian tanks interfered.
For the sake of justice it should be said that the “smogists”, “The Youngest Society of Geniuses” started to rebel in Moscow already in 1965-1966. Many thousands of large auditoriums collected their poetic appearances. They also tried to carry out political actions. There was their barefoot demonstration to the western Germany embassy, there was the list of “ the literary dead”, nailed to the door of the Central House of Men of Letters. Their leader was Leonid Gubanov, deceased at 37 from the consequences of alcoholism. But few people know that very noticeable dissidents as well came from the ranks of SMOG: Vladimir Bukovsky (at a time he was worth a high price. The ChK exchanged him for the president of Chili’s communist party Luis Corvalan), Vadim Delone (he participated with Gorbanevskaia in the demonstration against the leading of soviet troops in Czechoslovakia in August 1968, later died in Paris), less noticeable dissidents V. Batchev and Kuchev. Repressions hit SMOG already in 1966. When I arrived in Moscow, the 30th September 1966 I immediately found the smogists and took up with them (this episode is described in my book “A stranger in Troubled Times”). However then in Russia Brejnev’s (after Kruchnev’s thaw) reaction was already raging to the outmost: I remember that V. Batchev and the painter of SMOG N. Nedbailo were in exile in the Krasnoyarski region.
In 1969 the campus of the university town Berkley that is in California rebelled. The late professor Simon Karlinski told me that revolutionary students came in his class, he taught Mayakovsky to students from the Slavic faculty, furious with the fact that he did not fulfill the order to stop the classes. Karlinsky took up on the students, stating that he was reading a lecture about a revolutionary poet. The committee members had to agree with him: “Go on, comrade!”
The 60s were actually years of youth. It was fashionable to be young. And for the first time the young people put themselves as an age group against the harsh, (“square people” as they were called in those times) fathers. Movies with the young she-devil Brigit Bardo were coming out, Michelangelo Antonioni’s movie “Blow Up” with the young principal character – a successful cool young guy-photographer (a fashionable profession at that time) with girls-models was highly popular. The 60s were also the years of an unprecedented rising of young rock bands: Beatles and Rolling Stones drove their fans to madness. People around were talking about the culture of youth.
However, nowhere did a revolution succeed. In China the letting lose of the was stopped by Mao himself. The Confucius in him won over the revolutionary. Not instantly, but already in the beginning of the 70s the Hunveybins were gradually driven out of cities to the province where they quietly faded, growing rice and raising pigs. The Chinese bureaucracy suffered losses (western sources name crazy numbers ranging from 1 to 9 million victims of the cultural revolution, however they cannot be trusted. “Bombard the Headquarters!” had for its goal not the elimination of bureaucrats, but the removal of power from them), but survived. Five times submitted to public humiliations Deng Xiaoping returned, he was returned to power from the country where he took care of horses. Mao died in 1976.
In Paris Pompidou became president and after him Giscard d'Estaing also a Gaullist. They restored just for one month the vacillating power of the middle age. Sometimes one can hear that, supposedly, Guy Debord and his collective of “situationists” were the ideologists of May 1968. This does not correspond to reality. Arguable is even simply the influence of the “situationists” on these events. Maybe a ridiculously small part of the lightest slogans: such as “Under the pavement the beach!” is apparently “situationalistic”. Not Guy Debord nor Kurt Vangheim were the leaders or ideologists of May 1968 in Paris. Just as Herbert Marcuse was not a leader though his book “One Dimensional Man” was read but nothing from the influence of a rather heavy and rather “high brow” Marcuse’s philosophy in the events of may 1968 in Paris and later revolts in Prague, in Germany and in the USA is not traceable. Rather they were spontaneous, hardly realized unrests of the most able-bodied and ready for military service people about their role in the life of society. A role submitted to the older age. And the impetus and the example was given by Mao, the wise Mao, De Gaulle already testified (I discovered a book about De Gaulle in the prison library and a citation from De Gaulle “The striving for the Chinese Cultural revolution”. – confirmed my own earlier enounced opinion), that Hunveybins are the fathers of the student revolt in Paris in May 1968.
As among the Parisian comrades of the May revolution, no serious revolutionaries were discovered among the “hippies”. Timothy Leary, “the prophet of LSD” with his ideology of drugs, obviously looked more serious. Ken Kesey with the novel “One flew over the cuckoo's nest”, published in 1961 later experimented with drugs and life in communes – did not came out as a leader. Manson sullied the “hippie” movement in criminality.
The 70s, especially their fist half, belonged to the young rather by momentum. In 1975 in London on Kings the punks movement was born (a young hooligan, on the slang of the 40s). However though red haired like Kohn-Bendit, Malcom Mcloren was able to create a style and created the style of a “young hooligan”, the punks limited themselves to the style as an ideology just adding spontaneous anarchy to it. The revolutionaries of the 60s who wanted to continue their struggle in the 70s principally went into radial politics and this road led them, the German boys into the RAF, the Italian to “the Red Brigades”. As for the French, the radically toughest turned out to be Paul Goldman (the brother of the singer Jean-Jacques Goldman) – a bald sturdy fellow. He was shot during the expropriation of a bank in 1973. The same year was banned the organization of the “autonomists”, these guys in masks participated in all demonstrations of any kind and transformed them into combats with the police.
In November 1974 I saw young Italy with its red flags. I was 31 years old but externally – long hair, in rumpled jeans, I looked 20 something and perfectly matched with these 70s and that country. Italy was boiling, demonstrations were taking place every day, the smell of tear gas floated over Rome. I remember I entered Rome University where I had an appointment with the late professor Angello Maria Ripellino. While in the university there was a fight of students with the police. I liked it so much!
We left Rome on a PANAM flight to New York precisely the 18 February 1975, the day when Mara Cagol freed her husband, the leader of the “Red Brigades” Renato Curcio from jail. She got there with four other comrades: they all took out machine guns and the security got down on the floor. Our flight was delayed: they were looking for a bomb. All the passengers had to recognize their briefcases: they were put on the flight field. My briefcase with books turned out to be broken, naturally it was the heaviest one, where else than in the heaviest briefcase should one look for a bomb of the “Red Brigades”?
New York was naturally a city for serious middle age and old businessmen but there was the Lower East Side where the American Punk roamed and was born among the children of the eastern-European immigrants. Not many people got this, by after all I wrote “It's Me, Eddie” in 1976 and “Diary of a loser” in 1977 in New York, in essence inside the punk-movement, in the esthetic of a punk. Also there were personal contacts – I slept with Mereline Mazure, a girl-photographer, she studied in a visual arts school and was an avant-garde chick – she took pictures of pregnant women, led me to (at that time they were still illegal) S M clubs. In April 1977 I met Julie Carpenter and she was friends with Maryanne, the girlfriend of Markie from the band “Ramones” and he was also a musician for the punk-star Richard Hell (his most famous album – “Blank Generation”), so I lived in all of this. And the atmosphere influenced even more: the newspaper “Village Voice” – announcements about representations of punk bands in the CBGB, printed in white font on black background, they are still today standing before my eyes. Unemployed, I went to lectures of anarchists, to the CBGB, roamed the Lower East Side with girls with lilac hair, on St. Marks Place, attended meetings of the Socialist Workers Party. I was rebelling and looked for a gang of people like me. If America was more revolutionary I would have been revolutionary already then.
In 1977 Sid Vicious came to New York and lived in the Chelsea Hotel. He was shown on TV, hissing, wrinkling his nose, cursing. Himself extravagant, he was with Nancy, a really ordinary chick with acne. Their entire story could be observed time to time on television. I came to Chelsea Hotel, wanted to live there. They said to me that the waiting list is signed up years beforehand and laughed a bit at the emigrant who was badly speaking English. However they did not laugh a lot, what if this insolent weirdo will become the second Andy Warhol, Lower East Side was full of all kinds of visiting morons. In 1977 Nancy died from an OD, Vicious was arrested. Among the aristocratic bohemia and punk beau-monde the opinions diverged: some considered Sid a murderer, others – the All Mighty God of the punk-movement who could do anything he wanted. I felt that with Nancy’s death, Vicious entered the clan of heaven residents like Rimbaud or Lautreamont. That’s exactly what happened, in 1978 Vicious himself died from an OD. Some years earlier in Paris Morrison died, just as tragically messed up.
In actual fact this was the end. The Empire of Youth lasted from 1966, from the call of Mao “Bombard the Headquarters!” up until 1978 – until Vicious’s death. Only during that lapse of time young people were aware of themselves and the others as a class, with particular demands and needs. They were about to force their privileges on the world. But it did not happen.
It is symptomatic that another even earlier idol of youth, Elvis Presley promptly died in 1977, had the time to fit in the time limit. Only more and more sharp explosions and terrorist acts of the “Red Brigades” and the RAF members up until the middle of the 80s still reminded time to time about the hopes of the European youth to seize the power.
And what about modern Russia? First of all, I assert: all attempts as of the right reformists (SPS, “Yabloko”) and the left restorers of the USSR (Zuganov, Anpilov) to press down on the young people did not succeed. The virtual, “advanced”, “hype”, materially provided young people in bright pants, sweet to the hearts of Kirienko and Nemtsov do not yet exist: in our poor and very peasant-like country. And the rough, crooked, corny, blindly devoted to the Marxist dogmatism young people in pea jackets, overcoats, sheepskin coats do not exist anymore. Putin’s block “Unity” and Putin’s PRists try to build the young people: Surkov and Co, but the project is doomed to fail. Because they take young men and women not as equal partners but as servants: for the role of speechless helpers, guardians, lackeys and executioners of the will of functionaries. Even the pleasures of making photocopies or placing bottles with mineral water on “Unity’s” congresses are given to a few only. For a small price the students naturally will put on t-shirts with the logos of anyone you’ll want and will wave flags but it is piecework and not a political party.
The young people do not want it this way. They are not interested in serving the adults.
They want to do it themselves. They want to find a change to their life in a political party, to find their fate. A young person who is just starting life mostly likes the slogan: “Who was nothing will became everything!” Because coming to the awareness age of 14 and more, boys are dreaming only about it:
Magically, right away, with one leap to become “everything”. This is why they idolize epochs in which it was possible. Epochs of revolution, when sixteen years olds commanded over troops and twenty years olds over armies.
The epoch of the end of 80s, beginning of 90s at first appeared to be such an epoch to a part of our young people.
But it did not confirm their hopes. Gradually the democratic revolution was extinguished by the party apparatchiks who got scared by it. External enthusiasts, who noisily dethroned statues became useless and even dangerous. The bureaucratic power was being restored.
Putin’s government insolently denied its own youth the just share of the common pie of power and prosperity. Still it did its work: the State should at first balance the classes, ages and shares of pies. But because the government’s administration is also realized by the middle age, so what can be expected from them?! The youth is the victim in this State. All the burdens are piled up on it. The middle age directs and commands, children and seniors eat on account of the parents and previous merits and they all are being pulled by those who are being called in announcements for work: “healthy young people up to 35 years old are needed”. From them is also expected to give up their lives and limbs without complaint, in wars started by the middle age. In the direct and figurative sense youth is the most oppressed class of the modern world. As for Marx it was the proletariat, as in the modern world the place of the proletariat was taken by the youth.
WHERE DO OLD WOMEN COME FROM?
In December 1989 after 15 years of life in the West for the first time I was able to go in the Soviet Union. Among other amazing discoveries that I did in my country, I was struck, I recall, by the fact that on the streets of Russian cities were still roaming the same old men and women, in the typical Russian patriarchal style, as I left them here in 1974. A gray down shawl, a worn fur collar of a tired out cotton-wool coat, women boots crackled like hoofs, a molted hat, a cotton-wool coat and the same cloven-hoofed footwear for the old men, and maybe a stick and a bag as well. According to my calculations they should have died a long time ago. It was as if they were all living abnormally long and they should have been at least ninety years old. I did not immediately get the simple truth that these were not the same old women, but Russia’s citizens who got old during the years of my absence, that were 50 at the moment of my departure, only after I came to Kharkov and saw my parents. From vigorous, slightly over fifty parents they too looked like old people of the 1974 pattern, cleaner, though. It is then that I realized that the torch of Russian old age is transmitted from generation to generation.
One gets the impression that generations of old people, like in the theater, take off their clothes from each other and change themselves. Their clothes are identical, up to the buttons. And the faces are the same as of those of my generation. Today’s American or French pensioner does not resemble at all the pensioner of the 50s and even less the American prewar old man. The clothes are brighter, more various, more fresh. The bodies are fuller, more muscular, the faces’ expressions are different. Completely! The faces are different! This is noticeable if compared to old pictures. The same is observed through all Western Europe and even in the likes of Latin America, in Malaysia, in Singapore. There old people of different times are: different! Here in Russia young people are different: young people of the 30s, 50s, 70s, 90s are recognizable by their clothes and hair style on pictures, but as for the old people, then it is hardly some XIX century and not higher.
This means something, doesn’t it? Right! This yells, screams of one and only thing, that we have here a monstrous stagnation of society. That in its essence it is old, its structure never deeply changed, regardless of the shocks, supposedly profound of the 1917 revolution. That it’s been two hundred years now that we have a social stagnation! Our little old people, like an emigrant who has fallen into a coma in foreign land begins to scream in the forgotten native language, thus the old people closest to death put on their own clothes of serfdom times, revealing their true archaic essence – slip, splash on the streets.
The fact that Russia is an old, peasant, serf-like country can be seen in Moscow’s center and its suburbs and even more clearly seen in all sorts of Mitishi, Electrostali, etc. Well, naturally, it watches top fashion on TV, but it is a big question what does it see there, on the place of the top fashion? Probably not what the other countries do. Don’t we have millions of citizens who listen to musical texts in English, without totally understanding their sense? Getting high on the foreign “mova” [language in Ukrainian].
All this talk, this chatter about grannies was started by me with the goal of showing by a multitude of examples that Russia, the RF, if it does not want to drop dead in its snow, let everything rot with the constantly thinning film of the Russian people, needs a huge social crash, an explosion.
Morning. Snow. The gray bricks of five story buildings. Birches. Asia. Krasnoyarsk region. City of Nazarovo. The citizens are going to work, the young people in leather coats, the middle age is muffled a little warmer, in felt boots and shawls. Pensioners, like suspicious old woodchucks by their holes, stand near their porches, looking around at the hostile world. Everybody is frowning. Discontented. I am looking at them, I arrived to Nazarovo, in the Krasnoyark region, to collect the material for a book about their fellow countryman Anatoly Bikov, I watch and reflect. They are all from the past. From my childhood. From the 50s. It is a copy of the Saltovski village, Stalin has just died, all the types are in places: frowning workers, women fat from potatoes and sweet dough. Have they spent all this time in refrigerators or what? Fifty years! But it’s true though they had lived in the social refrigerator – in the USSR, in a frozen social climate.
Once, in 1996 I attended the session of the Consultative Chamber with the president of the RF, the consultations of its Committee (I think it was called a committee) on defense. The Committee’s chairman was the bureaucratic Yuri Petrov, former secretary of the Sverdlov defense committee of the KPCC and former head of Yeltsin’s first administration. The meeting was taking place in the President’s Administration building on Ilyinka! Notwithstanding all the loudly sounding titles of the Chamber, it was a useless structure, created by the efforts of Ribkin, the glib Ivan Ribkin, who was already losing the favors of Yeltsin. Out of staff, friable activity that has for its goal to assemble together officials looking for a post, a lavatory for them. I got there, disoriented by its name and the fact that it was loudly announced: all political parties of Russia, without exception are invented to participate. NBP was then persistently working on its legalization and rehabilitation in society, the image of “red fascists” stuck to us by the mass media harmed us. We met the representatives of the “Chamber” and proposed them our participation. From a dozen of candidacies the sly-assed administration of “the chamber” managed to bargain to leave only myself, citing the fact that without us there was already a lot of people assembled and that we – NBP are still young, a “starting” party, so to speak. “But You, Edward Veniaminovich, You are very famous, we can’t refuse You.” They tried to put me in the committee on culture, but I insisted on defense.
I only attended the first session. In the house of the President’s Administration on Ilyinka a multitude of weighty, potbellied people went up the stairs, a part of them – bold, functionaries. Our committee assembled in the round hall. When I entered it, there, already in two columns of chairs (with a passage between them) rested functionary’s bodies. I took a place somewhere in the back. There was a scene, on the scene there were chairman’s tables. Some functionaries recognized me and started to look at each other with fright.
Entered Yuri Petrov – a tall, gray-haired bureaucrat of the soviet type. They selected the presidium. And it began… They had to select a secretary – the only paid employee except the chairman Petrov. They competed, furiously reddening. One general with stripes even got sick and he was escorted out of the hall supported by the arms. A certain functionary N defended the candidacy of the functionary M, who had good contacts at the State Duma and insistently proposed to choose just him as a secretary. Uri Petrov did propaganda for his candidate Y. A certain Z came out to the microphone and started to persuade the audience that he executed at a time the contact between the Supreme Council and the Government and he, just he has all the cards on hands, he has an uncounted number of contacts and only he should be elected. They accused each other, sneered, even screamed, without forgetting to look at me from time to time, the stranger, but the desire to possess the secretarial post overcame in them the prudence. I observed them, listened and gradually started to understand that they are peculiarly familiar to me, with hairs glued to the skull, with ears overgrown by gray hair, with boundless waists, with bellies, sticking out of the pants. Aren’t they Gogol’s characters, the great Nikolai Vasilievich, people from “The Inspector-General” and “The Dead Souls”, and “the Nose” and also “The Coat”. And also from Griboedov, from “Distress from Cleverness”. Here is the general Skalozub, here is Nozdrev, here is Molchanin, Famousov, – all the types, all had survived, all were preserved, after a hundred and a half years – like brand new! Among these mastodons in pants (because here is like in pre-Revolutionary China – the higher is the official in rank, the fatter he is, the heavier, weights more), among these mastodons, in a small leather coat bought on a flea market in Paris, I felt myself as Chatsky.
I never went there again. Though precisely for half a year they still sent me faxes with invitations to sessions, and even called: “Edward Veniaminovich! A session is coming on. Extremely important questions will be discussed…” When they created a few new ministries, among them a customs one, I saw some of the previous co-searchers from the round hall already in theatrical uniforms of this department with many stars.
Wasn’t the Great October Revolution less than a hundred years earlier and all these ancient types had survived, the functionary types? Why?
Notwithstanding the 1917 and 1991 revolutions, so different, oriented at different things, other true Russian types had survived. Streets of Russia’s big cities are filled with cops. The cops are now in trains, on frontiers, customs, at the city’s entrances and exits, along the roads, in the subway, on squares and streets, near historical monuments and stalls. A countless army, wearing gray armyaks. A multitude of really young, but untidy, high-handed, thuggish and sinister faces like on paintings of Vasnezov, Surikov, Repin. If one is to discard the machine guns, put lances and clubs in their hands we will get archers, some kind of oprichniks. Fall into their hands and you’ll see, they always beat up, clarify (if clarify) later. In police departments reigns self-governance, butchery, drunkenness, insults, needless hatred to their own people. In reality the largest extremist organization in Russia is the MVD. More transgressions are committed in one police department over night than those the supposedly extremist organization RNE has committed in all the years of its existence, in ten years! More!
Walking together with the angry people the 3rd October to the White House, sweeping the cops on our way, I myself saw boxes with vodka in police cars, that the people who suddenly turned out to be conscious broke right there on the sidewalk’s border: a dense alcohol smell permeated the air. Not seventy years of the Bolshevik leadership, nor the ten years of the Russian but nonetheless “democracy” did affect police mentality in any way. In the police, by a direct line, executioner traditions go from the masters of torture, from the secret order, from tongs and hammers for bone crushing. The cops see their power as absolute, up to the right to inflict injuries in anger and beat up to death. Somebody fell to them – they do with him whatever they want. The law does not stop them at all, even if there is a limit to their personal laissez-faire, then it is the fear of personal responsibility. Even if suddenly an honest modern young guy gets in the MVD, he is forced to become such as their intern departmental tradition demands it, or he is forced to leave, to abandon the world of the cops.
And who are the judges? Even before I got arrested the 7th April 2001, I attended courts several years for various reasons. Sometimes as a social advocate, sometimes as the chairman of the National-Bolshevik Party, if our people were on trial. And our people were getting on trial more frequently. I was struck by the fact that forty years after I attended two-three trials over my friends or classmates of that period, in the beginning of the 60s – the type of the judge stayed the same. In most cases it is always a woman, young or old, or middle aged, that’s not the point, but they are all of the same type. Nothing advanced in the social sense. The judges have the same nun skirts and the same nun jackets (when they are without the cloak) and the same nun shoes without heels. They have the same hairdos as soviet ladies, back-combings made forever. They smell naphthalene, museum. With the supposed democracy in 2001 they judge in the same way as people were judging during the totalitarian soviet regime in its peak, in the 60s. They still in the same way receive a salary and apartments from the State and will never take the side of a private individual against the State. The nuns judge in the favor of the government that keeps their old-regime monastery.
What was said about the judges can also be said about the investigators. It is an historical, archivist type of people. Until you are confronted to them, you think that these types don’t exist in the world anymore. They are all from movies about the distant historical epoch that supposedly don’t exist since long ago. It does! And they give you time, and they keep you in a cage, they are dead, you are alive.
And the peasants aren’t they the recent kolhosniks, laborers of agriculture? If one is to exclude the TV-antennas, the peasants live like in the XVIII century. And they behave like in the XVIII century. In some villages you will not find a book. There are no bookstores in any village, and they don’t sell newspapers. Not even in regional centers. Still the Soviet authority introduced by force general education. And if they had acquired even the tenth part of even the soviet manuals, they would have been the luminaries of knowledge. Nothing of the sort is observed. Hardened fellows drive on frozen plains on their miserable affairs and have even stopped from bearing children – the only justification to their existence. They don’t produce children, or wheat, they walk around drunk. Peasantry!? Drunken depressed shadows in the fields.
The conclusion of these observations: Russia is an old, in the social sense decrepit country. And this is not the age of healthy traditions, but the decrepitude of death. Why is Russia so old? After all in 1917 we had a revolution, supposedly radical, supposedly that had broken the old ways. In 1991 there was another supposedly “civilizating”, supposedly democratic.
Recently, before my arrest, I had an illumination. Russia lives by an “adat”, by concepts that had formed from the customs of the ancestors. “Adat” in the Muslim world precisely means the traditional customs of the ancestors, s opposed to the “shariat” – the coranic law of the Muslims, brought by the prophet Muhammad. Russia just attempted, pretended that it attempted, but never in real fact lived by socialism, and now does not live by capitalism, and even less so by democracy. Our “adat”, concepts, turned out to be stronger than socialism and capitalism. These are ancient, reactionary and angry customs, and this is why the archetypes formed by them of judges, cops, investigators, pensioners with the unchanged psychology of serfs, vile functionaries (in a genius way seen by Griboedov, Gogol, Saltikov-Shedrin), an insolent unfashionable intelligentsia – are ancient harming types.
In order for the New Russia to take place, it is vitally necessary to destroy the angry customs of the Russian “adat” and in this way stop the eternal reproduction of miserable and negative archetypes. So that Gogol’s functionaries do not multiply, museum judges and their nun shoes do not multiply, degraders-peasants, archers-cops. So that the grannies do not multiply anymore, so that the tribe of the obedient, coward, trembling before the authority do not appear from generation to generation again and again in Russia, we have to destroy the “adat”. The old world should be destroyed to the base, destroyed in such a way as to deracinate all the roots, all the segments of roots. All Russia’s institutions should be created anew. Not one of them is worth to be preserved. But they must be created only after a hard work of a profound destruction. The task of the destruction will be even harder and more complicated than the task of the creation. Nothing should be left. The national worldview should be changed. And in this work should be included even the revolution in faces’ expressions. People should be taught anew with what face grimaces to walk on the streets. They should be taught positivism and even positive mood.
Yes, mood. It happens to everybody to compose a wrong number. Well, the finger kinda slipped or the old telephone line did not join right. It happens to me as well.
What kind of voices sound in the membrane! Particularly unpleasant are women voices: for the most part old, tired, sleepy, suspicious, exhausted, timid. You imagine their owners altogether as old women with legs swelled with varicose veins. They sit on their beds, in dirty colored dresses, wrinkled and miserable. A sound from the exterior world is already a threat for them: “Hello!”
“Good afternoon, Igor, please?”
“There is no such person here. Don’t call here anymore.”
Men go to the telephone more rarely. Men voices are gloomy, drunk, menacing, but always depressed, and, of course, sound with suspicion. In Russia everybody suspects everyone. One gets the impression, usually, that the person on the other end of the line was going to kill herself and you are disturbing her from the external world. When it happens to me, in such a way, to hear another’s world, to enter another’s, extremely depressing, fearful existence, then I spend a long time cursing after this. Sometimes I used to live as poorly as the poorest Russia’s pensioner will never dream in the scariest dream, but I never sounded so depressed. Cheer up, for Christ’s sake, I want to tell them. If you are alive – it is already a good thing, a reason to be happy. And if you are healthy as well – throw yourself a party.
The mothers of my guys – members of the party, are not an exception, neither, although there are some perfect mothers and fathers, and in their majority sound sourly and sadly. Each time, having spoke with the parents, I understand why the guys are going into the party. In the party, regardless of the arrests and the threats, reigns a heroic spirit, in the party it is vigorous, brotherly secure and fun. The guys are also escaping the parents, the often-miserable reality that does not answer their exigencies, from the depression of their parents.
I call to the city K. To a boy who had written a letter to the newspaper. In the city K. we do not have a party organization and we would like it to be. We are trying to inspire the boy for the creation of an NBP cell.
“Good afternoon, please Oleg?”
Silence. Very suspiciously: “And who’s asking him? It’s not from the party?”
“Yes, from the party.”
“Don’t call here anymore. I receive four hundred rubles, we live very poorly. Oleg has just got a job…”
There is fuss in the receiver, rustle, noise, murmurs, maybe.
“That’s why we are fighting against this situation of things, with which You receive four hundred rubles, while the functionaries steal millions of dollars… Please, Oleg,” – I say as softly as I can.
“But what can you do, they will just put you all in jail, you and Oleg…” there is whining in the voice…
“Edouard Veniaminovich, it’s me… I’m sorry, my mother is panicking…” – Oleg finally got hold of the receiver.
Finally, he did not organize us a party cell in the city K. The mother has won over the boy. You can imagine what miserable and depressing life is ahead of him.
Time from time the National-Bolshevik Party participated in some elections. From the confrontation with the living reality, having been (collecting the signatures for the candidacy) in thousands of apartments, the boys came back hurt. Those guys, who collected signatures for the first time were deeply shocked, dismayed by the black reality that they saw in their co-citizens apartments. Here is what wrote Dmitri Bahur in his “Notes of a signatures’ collector”, published in “Limonka” No 79 with the subtitle “There is a general opinion that residents are human. That’s bullshit.”
Here is another hole of a statistical unit of the Moscow population. A door. The last time it was painted even before its creation. But this fact did not prevent the owner, in alcoholic drowsiness, several times breaking off the lock, to crush the doorpost into splinters. Having taken a look at the scratched off walls, I come to the conclusion that the door serves more for camouflage than for the protection of the entrance to the dump. Having joined the two little wires sticking from the wall, I listen the bell’s cracking that had resounded in the emptiness of the apartment. Opening the door, the owner of the house appeared in front of me, although he is not a genie it obviously involved a bottle.
His wife went to a night shift. And this was a pretext. But he does not remember it anymore. On my command, he swiftly brings the passport and puts his signature. The coming of a new person provoked in him an unseen splash of emotions. He suddenly wanted to talk but the unfamiliar tension of vocal cords led to a sudden fall on the floor. It is in this position that I left him.
I cannot get rid of the impression that I roam through a district of asylums and today is the open houses day. Here an alcoholic, having lost touch with the world, sits on the floor and examines his navel. He reacts promptly to simple commands, without asking himself questions about their authorization. And here is another granny, having pissed herself behind the door, announces me that nobody’s home. The door is armored, with a bunch of locks, bolts and little chains. The door was mounted by the grand nephews in the hope that grandma will move to the cemetery. But the grandma doesn’t open the door to anybody and the grandchildren already regret such a hard “little gift’. I enter the apartment of the serial population. Trying to suppress the anguish collectively, they get accounted with the help of two television sets to the lives of other people that have became almost their own. They almost don’t talk with each other, because they watch different serials. She – the “fiction”, he – the “news”. She watches the fate of Huan-Karlos, he – of Chubais. He regards my appearance as the continuation of his favorite, which goes on ORT, under the name of either “I lie” or “We Lie”. Trying to understand where is my camera he gives his signature and impels his wife to leave the action on screen and to sign too. I leave them, certain that they got finally lucky and got on some serial…
Corpses. Moscow is overfilled with living cadavers. They fill its streets. They reside in its multi-apartment vaults.
The resident of this vault made European-style repairs there, installed a double metal door and got himself a dog. Useless to this world he became the servant of a dog. This wretched owner of a passport and a Moscow registration comes out on the street when the dog wants to take a walk, he cooks when the dog wants to eat. I press the doorbell. I don’t hear the bell but by a familiar barking I understand that I was noticed. A few minutes later through the indignant barking the voice of the resident is heard, saddened by the fact that he was distracted from his favorite ad. His words, that he will not sign anything and stop roaming around, have sunk in uninterrupted dog chatter.
It darkens. People open the doors less and less. They fear always more visitors from the exterior world.
Another door. Another button. How insupportably long they decide behind the door what to do: to open or to call “02”. A woman, who approached on the noise of the ring, having doubts about my involvement in the criminal world, asked her husband to open the door. The husband, having heard what I needed left to finish his tasteless supper. The wife stayed to talk. A woman whose body became not interesting to anybody and her knowledge not needed. She and her husband form a typical society cell, that had wasted everything in the world: as the great achievements of their fathers and grandfathers as their own useless savings. So they decided that with signatures they would not be ripped off… I told them to fuck off…
It seems to me that there is not so much people in Moscow. Simply, as I cross from porch to porch, these pieces of meat roll around in secret hallways into new apartments. They take new passports there. They take another deformed spineless form and meet me with their sticky smile in the peephole. I am tired of telling them all sorts of bullshit. They are tired of being. I suddenly lost fate in humanity. How much will you pay me for it?
Today is a happy day. Roaming the city, like Diogenes, in search of a man, I found one. The door was opened by a healthy and a vigorous man who looked 50. Invited to the table where his wife served, just as lively. I told him about our Party. He put his signature and said at the end: “You should not play elections but come out on the streets with machine guns”. Leaving I promised him that time will come and we will give him a machine gun.”
The population’s degradation is seen everywhere and cannot be doubted. Particularly it is seen in the exhausted central Russia, less distributed in Siberia. Monstrous stories in the accidents section of the newspaper, such programs as “Section on Duty” or “Road Patrol”, “Man and Law” allow the viewer like a collector of signatures to for a moment enter the dwellings of people. They can watch the savage misery, alcoholism, debility, dirt and as a result – vile, everyday crimes. The personal experience of each citizen also shows that a part of our co-citizens are degenerates.
And those who consider themselves called to improve the human species or as a minimum – the Russian nation don’t look better. I recall the disgusting, lop-sided, leprous, drunken rabble on the congress of nationalists in St Petersburg in 1996. The custom of bestial drunkenness belongs to the set of undying traditions of the adat. Alcoholism has its apologues and theoretics. Apparently the wide Russian soul cannot live without the irrational dash of alcoholism. One should shot alcoholics and not encourage the squalor in them. All of our conceptions about us, the Russians, should be revised.
People tried to change Russian society and not only with paper decrees. Terrorists – narodnovoltsi and socialist-revolutionaries, for half a century attempted the lives of tsars, nobles and ministers. Lenin and comrades reasoned that the new man will appear and will become free, having received in ownership material goods: land and factories. However the new man still didn’t come.
Having destroyed the institutions of the old society the Bolsheviks could not handle the “adat”, the set of archetypes of the Russian people, stipulated by the traditions. “Adat” turned out to be stronger than the tsars and more powerful than the revolutionaries, and outlived Lenin, Stalin, Beria and the GULAG.
The Bolsheviks, in my opinion, have even reinforced the Russian “adat”. Rephrasing the Roman patrician Cato, I scream: “Adat” has to be destroyed!
A MIX OF TURKEY AND GERMANY
So, in December 1989 after 15 years of absence I arrived in the USSR. The result of my observations, of what I saw in three weeks, became the book “A stranger in Troubled Times”, written in 1990, it was published by the Omsk regional publishing company in no less than 300 thousand copies, but passed over the metropolitan reader and the critics. And that’s too bad, it contained a lot of original observations. I saw a lot with the fresh eye of someone who had just popped out, as in 15 years I completely lost the habit of the country and the population. Now I got used again to my compatriots and I don’t see a lot anymore. Then I noticed the untied high-handedness of my compatriots, the wolf-like faces in Sheremetievo, when you suddenly come out of the interior premises of the airport into the crowd. The late Ulian Semenov, it’s to him that I am indebted for this first instructive visit, lodged me in the gigantic hotel “Ukraine”. I saw “Ukraine” as an ancient crumbling German temple, and myself as the archeologist Indiana (from the movie about Indiana Jones, he was nicely played by the actor Harrison Ford)
Among other things I then managed to see how many Turk there was in Russians, how much in Russia is from Turkey. Everywhere in Russian apartments, including the apartment of my parents in Kharkov, there was an immoderate abundance of carpets. Well, ok, the carpets covered the floor, but they also hung on the walls, giving to the apartments an unmistakable Muslim touch. As for the apartments they turned out to be very dark because the population curtained its windows with thick blinds, even two ranks of blinds – light and thick ones. A good half of the apartments had former lodgings and balconies rebuilt as little rooms – pencil boxes. And on the windows of these pencil boxes there were blinds, so the sun and the sky were totally absent from the apartments. A Muslim half-light reigned in Russian apartments, like in harems. The absence of light undoubtedly negatively affects the growth of the children, the mood of the children and the parents, the quantity of life energy in the apartment.
The other indisputable Turkey’s attributes were the countless bleak lampshades with tassels. Mostly coffee, orange or even red. And also – in most part silent women who served the food and who did not participate in men’s talk. Women-shadows. A similar patriarchal society I saw later in Abkasia in 1992. One should not think that Russia went far from Abkasia, only because here are singing Alla Pugacheva, Vetlizkaia or Zemphira. The Turkishness of my compatriots manifested itself in the fact of how willingly they were all wearing sharovars [wide trousers] – sportive pants made in Turkey. Next to the “Ukraina” hotel young boys were squatting down near their cars. Later on train stations, on platforms, on bus stops I saw thousands of these very Muslim birdmen sitting around. (Actually, it is partly also a prison habit.) The compatriots turned out to be Turks.
There happened to be no less of Germany in Russia. Short, low built casern buildings, usually yellow or ochre, green roofs – recognizably German. Vladislav Hodasevich has the following lines:
“Wait: The biting wind will blow in Okarino
On the slits of the bulky Berlin
And the rough day will rise from the houses
Above the step mother of Russian cities”
I don’t guarantee the precision of the citation but I guarantee the “step mother of Russian cities”. Hodasevich had noticed right. When you go from France to southern Germany by train, then suddenly before the border the train plunges in a long tunnel and comes out in the light in a wholly different landscape. The romantic France, its round trees, its two-sided roofs of reddish tiles are left behind the mountain and here appears a flat and squared country of yellow walls, casern type buildings. Poets noticed all this with a sharp eye. Mandelshtam: “Above the yellowness of governmental buildings / the turbid storm went round and round / the lazy lawman gets in the sleigh / with a large movement having wrapped himself in his coat”. This is about St Petersburg, built by Peter and Catherine from German models.
And here is what the same Mandelshtam wrote about France:
“France, like pity and grace
I want your land and honeysuckle
The truth of your turtledoves and the lies of your dwarfish
Your vine-growers in gauze bands…”
Noting that this strophe looks like a swift look on a page of the “National Geographic” magazine I would say that in the landscape of France the abundance of details instantly catches the eye, from there the precisely employed complicated letters “J”, “round” word: turtle-doves, “dwarfish” and the realistic detail of the gauze bands. As for Germany’s landscape it is totally different, it is more general, emptier, it is lighter, the buildings – yellow, the roofs – green-salad. (When in France country-houses are redbrick. And French trees are cut roundly.) It is interesting that Bismarck, I just read a book about him in the prison library, being an ambassador in Russia, was delighted with the greenness of Russian roofs. They reminded him of his native country – Prussia, Berlin.
Kutuzovski Prospekt, in the very beginning of it, near Moscow river stands the fortress of “Ukraine”, all in snow it appeared before me ceremonial, German, back then in 1989. “A Stranger in Troubled Times” begins with the scene when thirteen snow removing bulldozers go in pig-headed German ranks on the nocturnal Kutuzovsky.
In Russians, it seems, equally exist these two elements: Germanishness and Turkishness. Totally right are our revisionists, bright academics Fomenko and Nosovski. Russia did not suffer any invasion of the feebly developed Mongols in the XIII century, since always it was a mixed Turk-Slav State. We were born in sharovars – this is why we’ve got carpets hanging, lampshades, the laziness of our men is famous (always loll about in beds). The voracity of our plump women, this is why are close in meaning the words “terem” [maid-room] and “harem’. Fomenko/Nosovski also affirm that the Orda was a permanent army of eastern Russia, that the “Ottomania” – the ottoman Turkey is only the southern Russia “Atamania” that has broke away from us late, that Batiy is only “Batko” [father] and “Mamai” – mamkin [mother’s]; but the essence is clear, we were born in sharovars. It is stupid to deny it. And then after that came Peter the Great and forcibly implanted in us the German coat. So, rephrasing Victor Shklovsky, the literature expert (We all came out from Gogol’s “Coat”) with a new right one can affirm that we all came out from sharovars and a coat.
Back then in December 1989 I daily saw dozens of proofs of the fact that we are a mix of Turkey and Germany. Today it strikes me less. However the prison fortress Lefortovo is of German model and XVIII century production. I’m sitting with a notebook on the wood plank and I’m writing, a political prisoner, these lines within the building, its part that forms the letter “K” in the name of the German princess. Hello to Germany! Deutschland uber alles! And Ottomania, Atamania is my other hand!
When did germanishness come into Russia? Undoubtedly with Peter I. In any event, the governmental germanishness, at least, the government organization, its administration, the coats of militaries and functionaries. However, had it not already come with the Poles, mediatized, during the Troubled Period? Had it not already come earlier, with the Swedes? After all we fought with them as early as in the XIII century, after all the Ice fight (NBP celebrates it at the Day of the Nation since 1996) happened in gray-haired ancient times the 5th April 1242. It did come, of course. Moreover, the early IX and X century’s white temples in the city of Vladimir, I studied them personally, resemble like two peas the similar ascetic constructions in Great Britain that were left by the Saxons, I studied them personally in 1980. This identity of the temples is not explained by the Norman theory, but by the extraordinary resemblance of Slavic and German tribes. The Great Englishman Chamberlain, no, not the premier-minister who gave Czechoslovakia to Hitler but the Chamberlain who already in 1923 prophesized to Hitler a Great fate. Chamberlain – a Germanophile, explorer of peoples’ fates, historian, affirmed the similarity of Slavs and Germans and called them the great races. The external similarity is also indubitable. But what I want to say is that possibly germanishness is the natural propriety of Russians (or at least of a part of Russians) that we got genetically. Because in actual fact Russians are not at all choleric and hysterical, as western producers see them, directors of plays based on Dostoevsky’s novels. We are a rather morose, northern people, you can’t pull a word from us and we were always attracted to Gypsies because they are our complete opposite – hot southern like pepper. The natural Russian is unsociable and morose. We are not that far from the Scandinavians and their “phlegmatism” made famous in jokes about “hot guys”. And if one is to recall that many Slavic tribes in the East of Elba were Germanized and became Prussians then one can altogether put an equal sign between us. Russians = Germans.
How to handle the roots that I just found, with this discovered Russia’s new identification? Well, thus, that one should not refuse his Turkishness and one should not refuse his Germanishness. We already have this in us and we have to live with this. And it is unlikely that we will get rid of it quickly. It is a part of the ancestors’ heritage – the Russian “adat”, its most profound part. (I already talked about the “adat” in the chapter “Where do old women come from?”) Unfortunately besides these two parts: Turkishness and Germanishness, there is a third one as well, it is the psychology of serf peasants: fatalism, submission to one’s fate, whining (“Holy Russia, the sufferer!” and other lamentations, “Why are we so unfortunate! Why all the countries look like countries, but we…”). This part of the “adat” should be rejacted and trampled in oneself and in the country.
The psychology of serfs was acquired with negative experience, with the experience of serfdom that was breaking the psychostructure of the peasant and the commoner-villain for over four centuries. And it happened that after the terrible losses inflicted upon the ruling classes of 1917 practically all of us – modern Russians are descendents of peasants and commoners. Some smart asses pretend that, like, it is the Soviet power that taught slavery to Russians. Oh non, the Soviet power actually in the beginning headed the rising of the slaves against the masters. And only later succumbed to the temptation of using the centuries long experience of submissiveness of the population for its own ends. The school of slavery Russia did not learn it with the Mongols, who, paradoxically, supposedly our conquerors did not exist in nature as it is brilliantly proved by the fundamental research of the professors Fomenko and Nosovsky. The school of slavery Russia learned it in the hands of its own princes, lords and leaders of military bands (today – fighters). What was happening in Chechnya in 1991-1999, was happening on Russia’s territory in the XV-XVIII centuries. And only the last hundred years it was a relatively civilized slavery.
Take a good look at the faces of the majority of our pensioners or workers: these are resigned, obedient, tired faces. Listen to what popular masses say in response to surveys and ratings: skepticism, mistrust, gloomy pessimism, negative opinions, fatalism, “I don’t know”, “I’m not interested”, “I don’t have an opinion…”
This result is obtained if 15-20 generations are to be beaten daily, forced on hard labors, sold and offered, raped and murdered. So here is the diagnosis: a too lengthy serfdom, from there – too bended necks. And no sharovars or coats will straighten them.
(Old-fashioned Russian culture is guilty in the Russian person’s apathy)
I will begin with a paradox. I affirm that it is precisely because Russia consumed Chekhov, Tolstoy, Pushkin, Dostoevsky in huge doses, it is precisely because of that that we are a backward State, suffering defeat after defeat. And not only consumed but continues to consume – slurps, slobbers, relishes, spreads in movie versions and bad plays. And from there, the XIX century, we are being latently dictated (like the passes of an hypnotist, his monotonous voice that marks the counting off) the XIX century worldview.
No, it is not the abnormal love of the citizens to the XIX century that led to the phenomenon of the dominance of XIX century culture. Simply, having won in 1917 the new power banally did not go for the artistic fight with the surrounding modern world and with its culture and esthetics but went for prohibitions.
This way it was easier, more convenient, less energy was spend. Already by the end of the 20s the power has stepped on this path, this is why seventy years after the proletarian revolution Russia came out before the world and herself in the mirror as an in the most vulgar way twisted, old fashioned granny KARAMAZOFF in Chekhovian glasses. All the cultural, philosophical and political discoveries of Europe as of Asia passed Russia by and stayed unknown to her. Russia did not read the useful, opening books explaining modernism: not Celine, nor Miller, nor Andre Gide, no Jean Genet, nor Fraser’s “Golden Bough”, nor Hitler’s “Mein Kampf”, nor Evola’s “Revolt Against the Modern World”. (The most important is that she did not read these fundamental books in time!) Russia absolutely ignored the truth about the powerful movements of European XX century nationalism, contemporary to her own revolution.
Instead, as a mushroom mould had the XIX century poisonously grown! Because the power did not forbid it, that’s why! XIX century was safe for the power. Its Decembrists who turned into jokes, Belinskys, Katkovs, the chocolate dwarf Pushkin, the twit Natalya Goncharova, the apathetic reasoners of “The Cherry Orchard”, hussars, officers, functionaries of various rank, even Bazarov – big mouths, vomiting tons of words could not pervert, draw anybody into anti-government activity, so they were encouraged.
Well, naturally, the top intelligentsia read something in languages, something was brought, some books of the 20s were available to a narrow circle of “refined” individuals, but it was not in any way available to the massive Russia, which means it did not help Russia to grow, to change, to produce modern people. For her time has stopped in 1917. And culture. And politics. The clock stayed still for 70 years. Obviously it was convenient for the nation’s security. People presented themselves the “fascists” almost with fangs, “anarchists” in shows were all drunk sailors-tramps, the capitalist – a potbellied type with a cigar – these were the stereotypes of people that were not of our ideology. But for the present and the future of the country – when generations lived in a fatal ignorance of the world – it was tantamount to a death sentence.
We were not immediately thrown into the XIX century. At first the power tried to win the competition. Hushing up the world during the first years after the revolution it went hand in hand with time. The terrible power of the Stalinism epoch compelled to love workers and tractor drivers, Stahanov, Tchkalov, Grizodubova. The weakening power of Kruschev and Brezhnev constantly increased the XIX century dose. The sickening ladies and hussars and Pushkin, thanks God, gave birth to a popular return – a taunt in the form of porno jokes. However the soviet person still formed herself under the influence of XIX century literature, with a consciousness older than modernism by a hundred years.
It occurred to me and still occurs to live in other people’s apartments because I don’t own one. The soviet person library is abject. Together with soviet castrated writers of the second half of the XX century it has Russian classics and translated literature, selected by the censors for translation in Soviet times. Feihtvangers and Romain Rollands and all kind of similar western pettiness are simply banal. (But they are anti-fascists.) Soviet classics created an artificial world without flesh and its urges, without social passions (except for maybe production conflicts) and this is why they constitute a peculiar phenomenon, unique in the world: they created literature for eunuchs. Russian classics: Dostoevsky, Chekhov, Tolstoy and gentle letters men of smaller kind consist of thousands of pages of moans, weeping. Inside it is wet from tears, disgusting from darkness. The dog’s old age of Chekhov’s characters, their depressive elderly bourgeoisiness, multiplied in complete works of and plays perverted the educated Russian person. Chekhov’s characters always wait for something, declaim, don’t leave to Moscow never, though they should have, from the first minutes of the first act, burn the fucking cherry orchard down and leave to Moscow with the very first train. Umbrellas, laces, the bitter smell of armpits and body that nobody uses for their purposes (because Chekhov had consumption) of the three sisters. In fact Chekhov is a perversion. With his ode to the closet, it’s not an ode to the closet but an ode to middle class conventionality. After Chekhov’s books it is not surprising that a revolution broke out. After all somebody had to hit this kind of world with a club. As for Dostoevsky – then his books are a fastened by the author’s epilepsy rapid hysterical world, where everybody screams, complains and confesses in dusty thoughts over endless samovars with tea. The exhaustingly multi worded count Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy mockingly moralizes and exaggerates the most banal life collisions to the size of “The Odyssey” and “The Iliad”. The worldview of the Russian classics follows exactly their illnesses – the depressing yellow world of the consumptive Chekhonte (the family name suits him: Chekhov, Chahov, that is sickly, consumptive) and the epileptic hysterical world of Fedor Mikhailovich. New monuments set up in these writers honor just recently in Moscow, by the way, authentically transmit their characters. The ill Fedor Mikhailovich slipping down from some seat near the building of Lenin’s Library, the bony staggering Chekhov on the passage of the Artistic theater. The sculptors Rukavishnikovs, father and son, have perfectly understood the writers.
Tolstoy probably was not openly ill. Until middle life he lived as a women’s man and a sinner, the second half of his life he spent under his wife’s thumb and in Christianity cobweb. The Church, though it has excommunicated him – bothered with him and he with her. As a result of these boring fighting came out “Sunday” and “Death of Ivan Ilyich”. And from the fighting with his wife Sofia Andreevna who had enslaved him, came out the vengeful “Anna Karenina”, where he throws Anna (Sophia Andreevna in reality) under the train. All of this is XIX century common stuff, however. No high passions, no big themes… cheating on his husband, that’s all!
Dostoevsky from his experience of jerking in Christianity’s cobweb created the second part of “Crime and Punishment” and desecrated his own book, wonderfully began and his unique character – Raskolnikov. It is amazing but in Russian XIX century classical literature there is no happy books. (In the 18th century there is: Derjavin, Lomonosov…) In the XIX century there is no books of military bravery, with the exception of the truly genial book of Gogol “Taras Bulba”. However one gets the impression that it was created by accident, more as an attempt to write an imitation on the fashionable theme, started by the French dandy Prosper Merimee: legends and songs of European barbarians: Hungarians, Gypsies, habitants of Transylvanian regions and eastern Slavs. The result exceeded all expectations. If there were any. “Taras Bulba” is a happy heroic epic. The second happy figure in Russian XIX century literature is Constantine Leontiev. He was called the Russian Nietzsche and in the essay “Average European as a Weapon of Mass Destruction” he foresaw the danger of arranging the world according to the tastes of the commoner. As a writer he can be defined as the forefather of impressionism or even an expressionist (Leontiev died in 1891). But the Gogol of “Taras Bulba” and the happy Leontiev are exceptions!
In the XX century happy writers were Nikolai Gumilev and Vladimir Mayakovsky. In them are easily found today the roots of Russian fascism. There were notes of Nietzscheanism or if put differently – proto-fascism in Leonid Andreev and in Ropshin-Savinkov, in the early Maxim Gorky (he even wore a mustache a la Nietzsche and the characters of his play “On the Bottom” retell, shamelessly, Nietzschean ideas). But later literature was muzzled. As a result not only what was printed but also that what was written became lifeless, like ersatz-coffee and ersatz-margarine. And here seventy years of consumption of this, so to speak literature – gave birth to genetically weak people.
All of these are not exercises in literature science, I am doing humans science. I confidently affirm: man in a significant part is what he reads. Because books present defined sets of ideas that are living or already dead. Unheroic, tearful, hysterical books gave birth to weak, unheroic men and women. I recall in 1981 I met in California a rich person who with a smile presented himself to me as a writer of trash books. This honest American truly realized what he was creating. Practically all of Russian literature after the end of the 20s until 2001 including the books of dissidents – are nothing more than drifts of trash books.
And what happened in the rest of the world, while the hermetically sealed Russia marinated like in a conserve can, rotted and moldered in the sauce of the XIX century? Freud appeared – the great Conquistador of the subconscious and the first discoverer of libido, the Surhuman was chanted, Wagner adored in Germany, fascism came to Italy, D’Annuncio appeared, Andre Gide with his “Immoralist”, Joyce, books of Chamberlain, Guenon, Evola. Knut Hamsun, Celine, Miller. From the above enumerated only Hamsun reached Russia. After the victory over the nationalists in Europe came the existentialists, Sartre, Jean Genet, the Theater of absurd, the hippie movement, the cultural revolution of 1966-2976 in China, the student revolts of 1968-69 in Europe, Che Guevara, the youth terrorism of the “Red Brigades” and the RAF: Curcio, Cagol, Baader, Mainhof.
In Russia appeared: the old, depressing Brezhnev, the enigmatic persistently -unintelligent KGB, on television KVN, in official literature the veneer Egor Isaev, Yuri Bondarev, the untalented Okudzhava (by the way he created an entire series of historical novels about the XIX century) and Evtushenko, anti-soviet but depressing anyway, veneer writers-dissidents headed by Solzhenitsyn (who had mixed up centuries, his novels are written from a XIX century ideology and worldview).
All the above enumerated is so wretched and contemptible that it lies lower… lower than see level, lower everything. Actually there was an even lower level – the mass soviet culture. It suffices to say about the tastes of the soviet person in the 70s – 80s. First of all, the genre that impressed the most the “sovki” was parody: “Dog Heart” (a hideous anti-proletarian book), “Kotlovan” (a hideous book), “The twelve Chairs” (a philistine’s chamber-pot, mucus and vomit). In cinematography the morons’ threesome was sneaking all over the screen: Nikulin, Vitsin, Morgunov – themselves a parody on movie characters. Their masterpieces: “The Diamond Arm”, “Watch out the Automobile” and other scum. It should be said that the commoner’s masterpiece as well, Bulgakov’s volume “The Master and Margarita” by its genre is also a parody on a historical novel. The crystal dream of the philistine to elevate his sunflower oil, his primus-stove, chamber-pot, JEK [house-exploitation] to the level of Jesus Christ and the procurator of Judah came true in this commoner’s Moscow bestseller. By the way “The Master and Margarita” and “The 12 Chairs” are strikingly related: the mounted brigade of Voland makes one think about Ostap Bender’s brigade. All these types could be nicely interpreted by Nikulin, Vitsin, Morgunov. They would have nicely played in “The Master and Marguarita” but they are dead. Comedy and parody are genres of fading States and nations. This was already noticeable in ancient literature. Tragedy is the genre of a healthy powerful Sate. Authors of tragedies – Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripedes created in a healthy Greece. When Greece lost its strength -the parodists appeared.
Here in the USSR robust events took place. Living waves of Chinese soldiers pressed on to the Damanski Island and they were roasted from flame-throwers. But the authorities dissimulated the heroes. But those who should have chanted the heroes did not know how to do this even if they were allowed. They did not know and they did not have the talent. From their spirituality only a chamber pot could be blown and not a Greek vase for nectar and ambrosia. Pettiness, lack of presence – this is how Russia’s culture after the 20s can be characterized.
By the beginning of the 80s in Europe “democracy” has won totally, that is totalitarian capitalism. And simultaneously art disappeared. The last of the Mohicans swiftly died out, the most closing one from the Great ones in 1986 Jean Genet died in an Arab hotel in Paris. He was so disgusted of Paris that he adjured to be buried in North Africa in an Arab cemetery. It is symbolical that it was me who wrote Jean Genet’s necrology on the demand of the editors of “La revolution” – France’s Comparty newspaper…
Conclusion: Soviet power artificially detained the information about the word outside of USSR limits and in this way artificially froze Russia, leaving her live in an authentic XIX century, well, hardly in the very beginning of the XX. So why should anyone be surprised that even our anti-Semitism is not modern, by its attributes it lives in the times of “The Beilis affair” (matza, blood of Christian newborns and other Middle Ageisms, when an anti-Semite in the West refutes the existence of gas chambers and the extermination of six million Jews), that our “fascism” copies the Hitlerism of the 20s, that our “democrats” finally are as insolent as the American liberals before the crisis of 1929 and our rich are insolent and arrogant as the American rich before the world shock therapy of 1917.
What we have now: disgusting types of zombie-people insecure about themselves, apathetic, undeveloped, country-people – is the consequence of the last sixty from the seventy years of Soviet power. The example to follow were false propaganda, books for eunuchs, parodies and comedies. This is why people-parodies, grotesque characters dominate in Russian society. They did not read the right books because they did not watch the right movies.
In the 80s appear, thanks God, in Russia popular culture, audiotapes at first because music was considered the least dangerous, this is why the authorities stopped to pay attention to it first. In the perestroika period books of the 20s, 30s, 40s, years after the war are finally published with a huge delay- all that was lost once goes in flow. Noisily falls on the heads. But it is too late: even our underground culture had the time to contact the ptomaine poison of the XIX century. Our punks are suicidal like Nadson, our hippies are like holy fools. Only the generation born in the 80s is not entirely poisoned.
Well, obviously electricity, radio, industrialization, television, refrigerators – all that in due date appeared in the USSR as well but I’m talking about the worldview, the social consciousness, the understanding of one’s time, the understanding of man. All of this in the USSR and in Russia stayed on the XIX century level. One does not have to be a Freud adept, but without the knowledge of his discoveries (the world of sub-consciousness, libido, etc.), guesses and even errors man is blind. And without the knowledge of the true stories of Mussolini, Hitler, the entire national-socialist great rebellion of Europe from the 20s to the 40s – man is blind in the social sense, he is hopeless. It is interesting that by protesting against extremist publications the liberal-democrats imitate the soviet power – they demand to close the publishing companies down, to suppress the information. But suppression has a negative impact on nations’ fate. Ideas have to win in a just civil and military competition. Then a new nation is formed.
THE MISFITS: AN ACTIVE MINORITY
The KPRF, the RKRP, the pretty much thinned-out Anpilov supporters and the smaller orthodox “communist” organizations and even the “terrorist” Gubkin and the RKSM (Bilevsky’s) still consider the “proletariat”, “the working people”, as they say, as a revolutionary class. They are looking on “Marxism-Leninism” as Jews on the Covenant tables brought to them by Moses. The “communists” are wrong. For some reason they suppose that the poor are necessarily violent. In Marx’s times the proletariat was in fact in terrible conditions, they were indeed working 12 hours a day. Yes, they were living in moist and frozen lodgings. So emotionally they were on the most extreme, at any moment ready to hysterical protest and burst, society brink. Their life was so bad that even a torture chamber was not too terrible for them compared to a factory. In a sense, they really had nothing to lose besides shackles. They were the most inveterate, after the convicts maybe. It is in this sense that they were revolutionary. That is, in case of disorders organized by others it was possible to hope on the participation of these inveterate factory workers. Because of their hard life they could be easily excited and easily fell for panic and rebellion emotions.
However, even already a half century after the publication of the “Communist Manifesto” by 1900, workers, even in Russia were not living so desperately. They simply lived steadily bad. As for the revolution’s organization, or its preparation, then the proletariat added to Lenin’s strong cohort of narodovoltzi [People’s Will members] and SRs [Socialist-Revolutionists] not more but even less than other classes. Perovskaia, Kibalchich, Grinevitsky, Alexandre Ulianov, as it is known, were not workers. Totally accidentally in Lefortovo’s castle library happened to be a very instructive research of R. A. Gorodnitsky “The Fighting Organization of the Socialist-Revolutionary Party in 1901-1911”. And there I discovered rare and amazing data about the origin of SRs fighters.
“The Combat Organization in 1903-1906 comprised 13 women and 51 men.
The estate origin of CO members looks as follows: 13 nobles, 3 honorary citizens, 5 priests children, 10 merchants children, 27 middle class people and 6 peasants. The CO administration comprised 2 individuals of noble origin, 3 merchants sons and 2 middle class persons”.
The educational level of the CO for the studied period: 6 members had a higher education, 28 an incomplete higher, 24 – a middle, 6 – a primary one… The numbers – concludes Gorodnitsky – reveal the principal environment from which CO members were recruited – the student community of higher educational institutions”.
Interesting is also the national CO composition: 43 Russians, 19 Jews and 2 Poles.
By age: “It is precisely young people 20-30 years old who composed the skeleton of the CO” ascertains Gorodnitsky.
One cannot dismiss this depressing for the proletariat statistics with the remark that well, the socialist-revolutionaries – it’s a party that put the allotment of land to the peasants as its main task and so then there was no workers. Gorodnitsky specially specifies that the Combat Organization of the SRs strikingly differed from the SRs party and in essence was a different organization – the Combat Organization of the entire Russian revolution. “For many CO members of 1903-1906 the strict ideological canons of the PSR were too narrow and their presence and work in the CO they regarded as the service to the entire Russian revolution, which after the victory, as the fighters hoped, ought to produce a radical reconstruction of society on socialistic grounds”.
That’s that. The avant-garde of the entire Russian revolution: 13 nobles, 27 petty bourgeoisie commoners, a horde of half-taught students and not a single worker. But maybe in the following years in this very Russia’s efficient revolutionary organization (the Bolsheviks in comparison were still meddling in their swaddling clothes) workers have entered and peasants dominated?
Here are the data about the CO in 1907-1909. 7 men and 3 women (the epoch of Azef’s exposure, the organization was going through hard times).
The estate origin: 6 commoners, 2 merchants children, 1 priest son, 1 peasant.
The educational level: 3 CO members had a higher education, 3 – an incomplete higher, 4 – a middle one.
In 1909-1911 the CO comprised 13 men and 4 women.
The estate origin of CO members: 6 nobles, 1 honorary citizen, 3 merchants children, 1 priest son, 5 commoners and 1 peasant.
The national composition: 11 Russians, 3 Jews, 1 Ukrainian, 1 Latvian and 1 Pole.
The educational level: 2 persons had a higher education, 8 – an incomplete higher, 5 – a middle, 2 – a primary one.
Again – not a single worker!
Undoubtedly workers marched with Gapon to the czar the 9th January, during the revolutionary uprising of 1905 even the entire workers district “The Red Presnya” distinguished itself but these are cases of “stirrings that were organized by others”.
Let’s leave the proletariats. Let’s take a closer look on a identikit of who was shaking the Russian Empire in the very beginning of this century and prepared a revolution. It is a half-taught student of a higher educational institution, Russian (One in four is Jew), from 20 to 30 years old, originally from the middle class, that is petty bourgeoisie. Lets have a look on CO leaders. The founder of the Combat Organization Gershuni Gregory Andreevich (Gersh) was born in 1870 in Kovensk province. The family was registered to the middle estate. In 1885 he was sent to study as an apothecary. In 1887-1888 he works in a pharmacy in Kronschtadt. He moves to Petersburg. He works as an apothecary until 1895. In Petersburg he befriends literary men, artists, students. He writes the short story “How to be” in which is described the murder of one of the members of a revolutionary circle suspected in provocation. In 1895 Gershuni went to Kiev and entered as a free listener the courses of the medicine faculty of the university of St Vladimir. In Mars 1896 he is arrested, he is incriminated with participation in an anti-government association “The Allied Council of Kiev’s student organizations and land affiliations”. He got off with nothing more than a light fright. Having passed the exams to become pharmacist he moved again to Petersburg. Later he came to Moscow, worked in bacteriology courses, then in the institute of experimental medicine. In Spring 1898 he goes to Minsk, begins to offer services to revolutionary groups, sets up a workshop of machines for illegal typographies, creates a passports bureau, sends illegal persons over the border etc. Finally he joins the circle “Workers party of political liberation of Russia” in 1899. In 1990 he is arrested. Accidentally freed. Shifts to an illegal position. In Summer 1901 he travels around Nijni Novgorod, Ufa, Voronej, Saratov, Samara setting up contacts everywhere. In September 1901 he began to recruit people for the Combat Organization. The first terrorist act happened the 2nd of April 1902. The assassination of the minister of intern affairs Sipyagin in Petersburg.
Boris Victorivich Savinkov (It is precisely his “Memories of a Terrorist” who brought the CO its historical fame) was born in 1879 in Kharkov in the family of the comrade of the public prosecutor of the military district court. Savinkov completed gymnasium in Warsaw in 1897. In December of the same year, 18 years old, Warsaw’s gendarmerie administration called him to account for participation in student unrests connected to the opening in Warsow of a monument to the suppresser of the Polish uprising of 1863-1864 the count M. N. Muraviev. Savinkov is handed under the open surveillance of the police. In 1897 Savinkov entered the juridical faculty of the Petersburg University. But already in 1899 he was fired from the University because of student unrests and called for preliminary investigation on the case of a group of students who had assembled in an “Organizational Committee”. In the end of 1899 Savinkov passed the border and during two years he studied at the juridical faculties of the Berlin and Heidelberg universities. In Fall 1900 Savinkov came to Varshava for the execution of his military duty but was “declared completely incapable for military service”. Savinkov draws closer with social-democrats, enters the group “Workers’ banner” and together with P. M. Rutenberg founds the group “Socialist”. In 1901, in Spring Savinkov is arrested on the case of these social-democratic organizations. In December 1901 the investigation is completed. In the beginning of 1902 Savinkov is exiled to Vologda. In Spring 1903 Savinkov joins the SR party. In June of the same year he escapes from Vologda to Archangelsk, and from there to Norway, after in Geneva where he meets a member of the Central Committee of the SRs party – Gotz. He is 24 years old, he is already a professional revolutionary.
From the attacks that had made the CO famous three are prominent: the murder by Stephan Balmashev of the minister Sipyagin, the murder by Egor Sozonov the 15 July 1904 of V. K. Pleve and the assassination by Ivan Kalyaev the 4 February 1905 of the Great prince Sergei Alexandrovich. Kalyaev was executed the 10 May of the same year. There is a lot of material about him in the “Memories” of Savenko, just as about Egor Sozonov. From all of the CO heroes Kalyaev, – a poet and an inspired revolutionary – was a finished type of the most fanatical adherent to uncompromising means of struggle. His entire life threw a challenge not only to the existing political regime in Russia but was also a revolt against the unjust bases of world creation.
Stephan Balmashev was born in 1881 in the family of hereditary nobles of the Archangelsk province. At the same time his father is an old revolutionary-populist. In 1899 he enters the Kazan university from where he is transferred to the Kiev one on the juridical faculty. For participation in a student meeting Balmashev was excluded from the university and given to military service for a year. The 23 January 1901 having came (he was not yet sent to the army) in the building of the Kiev university, Stephan brought with him a few glass pipes filled with a foul-smelling liquid which he trampled with his feet in the closet room of the university with the goal of stopping the lectures. He was arrested and unauthorized manuscripts were found, and also notes and messages related to his acquaintances. The 10 April 1901 Balmashev was liberated form guard under the surveillance of the military authorities in the city of Roslavl of the Smolensk province. Soon after he resigned for a six months leave and came to Simferopol and then the 30 July 1901 in Kharkov but even there he did not stay, went to Kiev where he stayed until December 1901 and then left in Saratov. In this city Balmashev had tight contacts with the SRs. (The acquaintance of Balmashev with Gershuni happened in 1901 in Kiev.) The Saratov SRs provided Balmashev with the means for the commitment of a terrorist act.
The 2 April 1902 in the building of the Committee of Ministers came Balmashev, disguised in an adjutant uniform and having awaited the arrival of Sipyagin, made too shots at him. (Sipyagin diseased after an hour and a half). After the shots Balmashev said loudly: “That’s what should be done with these people”. The next day it was Balmashev’s birthday – he was now 21 years old. The 3 May at four o’clock in the morning Balmashev was hanged in the yard of the Shlisserburg fortress. Stephan declined the confession and the Eucharist, on seeing the priest he said: I don’t want to deal with hypocrites.”
That’s the kind of people, frenzied, restless, today they would be called misfits, who were the material for the most revolutionary organization of the beginning of the century Russia. And for all revolutionary organizations in essence. Not only of Russia. Precisely frenzied, restless, changing places of study, service, work, place of residence and even life style. These are all the first characteristics of misfits. Misfits were also the Great Leaders of future powerful political movements that had blown up Europe. Before becoming a corporal and then chancellor of Germany Adolph Hitler bummed in Vienna seven years, lived in shelters, made drawings of Vienna’s sightseeings, walked around in a long coat to the heels like Lautreamont (Hitler, by the way, looks like Edgar Poe, did anybody beside me remark it?), shared his den with a bum, who sold his drawings. All of this is usually omitted in biographies but it is precisely the youth, the years that form a person that are important. There, in Vienna, in the shadow of magnificent cathedrals, among splendid museums, near the luxurious burgers mansions, how he must have suffered, the unknown to everyone vagrant Adolph! And how he started to hate Vienna and how after as a reichchancellor in 1938 he must have rejoiced driving into the hostile at a time city accompanied by the welcoming shouts of the million-size population. The young Stalin was also a misfit, it suffices to look at his early picture – young, with a small beard, in a flimsy scarf drawn into the little jacket. Benito Mussolini, a loud-voiced socialist from the little village of Predappio bummed in the wealthy Switzerland, spent the nights under bridges, was arrested by the police, worked as a construction worker, worked on a can plant, walked, stared, envied, hated. Later he affirmed that he met with Lenin in Zurich and Geneva. Mussolini is a big mouthed Italian… They all avidly read, wrote, studied bit by bit, vagabonded, wrote poetry and searched a long time what to do. Vladimir Lenin did not bum but he too was not the quietest jury attorney, brother of the executed for an unsuccessful regicide older brother, a professional revolutionary almost from 17, at 27 already an exiled, at 30 an immigrant, a cruel and strange weirdo. When in Russia the February revolution happened he wanted to fly over the military fields of Europe in a balloon! Or to ride a train with the documents of a deaf-mute Swede! Say, what a type! In humiliations, in poverty, in sufferings the leaders of the Great parties had experienced enlightenments: illuminations about their mission.
And the brothers-in-arms of the Leaders of the Great Parties of Europe! Around them joined poets, provincial journalists, writers (at random: Goebbels, Trotsky, Marinetti, Lunacharsky), strange women (the first to come: Inessa Armand, Anjelica Balabanoff, Kollontai, Leni Rifenschtal, Larisa Reisner), strange military (Ludendorff, Ernst Rem, the count Ciano, Tukhachevsky, Fruntze), psychopaths, countless extravagant types of half-thugs half-revolutionaries (at random: Kotovsky, Dzerjinsky, Camo, Horst Wessel).
Lenin possibly clearly saw this paradox: the first proletarian revolution was organized and performed not by the proletarians but by misfits, hysterical people, tramps, demagogues, orators, half-educated people, bums and all kind of rolling stones. Later the sailors and the peasants and the workers dared to arrive at what already happened, yes. However, they were not the first in the revolution business, they are not its fathers, – they joined later.
And here a mistake was committed. Lenin himself is guilty here because nobody except him could have done that. As a founding father, he should have left tables where he should have stated clearly, according to which criterias should diamonds be chosen in the dung. Like Buddhists have special criterias of selection of the dalai-Lama and the Panchen-Lama. He should have said in his tables: “In the future for purposes of public service look for the talents among misfits, among weird, hysterical, poetic people, among lunatics, but not among the workers or some peasants, unless you’ll fall on a really unusual exemplar. God forbid you, comrades successors, to look among the stable classes of the population”. However, Lenin did not keep any such instruction. The insolence and honesty to declare that only a party consisted of talented misfits, poets, prophets and psychopaths is capable of carrying out a revolution lacked to Lenin. The magic of the absolute justice of the revolution in the name of the majority forced him to preserve and support the ideological lie: a proletarian, fourth estate revolution for the sake of the majority (of the workers). (Accordingly the fascists in Germany affirmed that they made their 1933 revolution for the volk – the people, the Italian fascists did theirs for the Italian nation.) But they just had to admit that the majority (proletariat, volk, nation) is untalented and is not capable to win or to defend its interests. Later this ideological lie had disastrous consequences, it catastrophically reflected on the quality of the party staff who came to replace the first heroic staff of misfits. The official lie about the special revolutionary character of the proletarians (after them the most revolutionary were considered the peasants and the third were the soldiers, who know why) became branded with glowing red letters in the legacy of the Bolsheviks’ communist party.
The leaders were selected and promoted among them, the workers and peasants by origin were encouraged.
They were not interested or forgot the data about the estate origin of the SRs Combat Organization personnel or the personnel of the Central Committee. The party believed that the proletariat is the crown of creation when it was just a pretext for the seizure of power by the best – the misfits, psychos, outcasts. To what this has lead is common knowledge: a total nobody came from the country – the little son of a kolkhoz director, the dumbhead Misha Gorbatchev and then the Sverldlov dumbhead – Boris Yeltsin, and the State created by the genius of madmen, sadists, poets, butchers, the extraordinary State collapsed. That’s what a wrong personnel policy means.
One should have tracked in workshops of bohemia, in prisons, in asylums – strange individuals – that’s what should have been done. Possessed, composing poetry, talking in sleep on unknown languages. One should have taken in the 70s in the Central Committee Vladimir Bukovski, Natan Sharansky, Eduard Kuznetsov and Volodia Gershuni! (I knew the grandson of the terrorist in 1968-70. We even lived for some time under the same roof. Half of Volodka’s life was spent in prisons and asylums. Regardless of the ideological divergences I respected him. With Savinkov we are tied through Kharkov, place of his birth and I spent there my childhood and early youth.) But to take such delinquent, but vigorous people those who would have taken them in the CK should have been geniuses themselves! It is a paradox but to save a rapidly aging elite and State could only those who attacked it the most furiously…
Looking at our NBP regional organizations we can see with great satisfaction that they are headed by provincial journalists, poets, rockers, punks, half-educated students. There are also a few workers, they are great guys, but they are temporary, accidental workers (and have already become professional revolutionaries) but they are the black sheep of their class and as an exception just confirm the general rule. That is why NBP is not involved with the masses, does not try to make zombies out of the working people (we cannot equal the TV-empires’ ability to propagandize and besot the people). However, NBP conducts a selective propaganda, recognizing and organizing the active minority – the misfits. In the 60s-70s the European leftists also turned to the proletariat – they stayed near the factories entrances flooding the workers with propaganda leaflets but after looking on themselves in the mirror, after comparing themselves with the proletarians and after reflecting on who they were they put forward the theory that the most revolutionary class are students. We, the NBP, though among the members of the party a part are students, we don’t think that the students is a special revolutionary class. To this day the pupils of senior classes of schools beat them and leave them far behind by revolutionism. But even this is not a truth in last instance. The revolutionary classes do not exist at all. A revolutionary character is either is or is not. So the most revolutionary type of individual is the misfit: a strange, unorganized person living on society’s margin, a talented pervert, fanatic, psychopath, unlucky fellow. One should not think that there are too few of those for a revolutionary party. There are hundreds of thousands of marginal persons if not millions. This is a whole social group. A part of misfits fills the ranks of the criminal word. The best have to be with us.
WHAT IS WORTH THINKING ABOUT: THE WORKERS
Here are some theses about the working class:
1. The proletariat (excluding the top qualified workers) is rather a temporary category. The largest part of the proletariat is composed by a quickly qualified or lightly qualified proletariat. That is, such work specializations that are learned only from a week to a month – is mostly the learning of security technique. A significant part of the proletariat is composed by young people before and after the army (that is at the crossroads of life, when their fate is not yet decided), who had spent time in prisons, unsettled failures and those who naturally are less bright than the others. Those who nevertheless have the strength to put themselves together in life, to finish studies or by some other mean to rise a bit higher on the social scale, to discipline themselves – inevitably leave the factory or the plant.
2. The highly qualified worker in his essence an atypical proletariat because he suffers exploitation in the most insignificant level. He sells his labor relatively expensively. In what is he worse than a designer or a programmer?
3. The mentality of the proletarians, their psychology, worldview, individual behavior are completely cut off from their professional activity. They are workers only during their contact with the machines. During the epoch of banal, general, equal information propagated by television, the workers have an all-Russian mentality, characteristic of under-educated classes of society. This is a mentality and worldview of a petty bourgeois, its soviet kind – the commoner, consumer of TV-dreams. Television is today more important than everything, more important than the State – it is the class leveler. Television dictates an equal worldview for all, finally realizing the tendency of the lowest society classes remarked already in the last century by the French writer Gustave Flaubert to “reach the level of stupidity already reached by the bourgeoisie”. They’ve reached it.
4. The proletariat, like the other poorest and under-educated population classes is subject to the illnesses of the weak: alcoholism, apathy, lack of initiative, surplus weight, lack of a spiritual goal in life, untidiness, I-don’t-give-a-fuck psychology: in short he considers himself a life victim. And he is a victim.
5. A part of workers has some kind of a haughty desperation of people who have nothing to lose. A similar psychology can be observed in prisons among a part of cons – like, we are anyway inveterate people. These kinds of proletarians can be counted among the best ones because a defiant inveteration is still a form of pride.
6. According to professor Prigarin (leader of one of the small, competing with the KPRF “communist” groups) in Russia there are from 17 to 19 million of those, who could be called proletariat, in other words, hired workers, who have jobs in factories and plants for a whole week or partly. Prigarin mentioned this data on the congress of the left opposition in 1998, his statistics was detailed, with curious numbers and facts. Alas, not having in the Lefortovo castle the access to statistics I will just note that apparently Prigarin had in mind that in Russia there is from 17 to 19 million industrial workers. This is still an awful lot.
7. The working traditions of soviet times (that were laughed at already in soviet times) practically did not survive. Only sad memories about those times when the “class-leader”, even if it wasn’t a leader, but at least served as a large Potemkin village, behind which hided the true masters of life – the party apparatchiks. The workers of the beginning of the XXI century don’t feel the pride to be the proletariat, hired workers. They feel embarrassed. Some pride is left in the workers of defense factories. (They are also the ones who are in the best position.) The paralysis of revolutionism is seen from the Severodvinsk businesses of sub-marines construction and repair (“Sevmash and “Little Star” – there we have one of the oldest NBP organizations) to the frozen factories of Volgograd. The integrated pulp-and-paper mill in the town Sovetsky (near Viborg) in the Leningrad region and the machinebuilding plant in the city of Yasnogorsk, Tula region, where the workers did well, at first glance are examples of revolutionism. Alas, the revolutionism on the CBK [pulp-paper-cardboard plant] was stimulated by the participants in the fight for the possession of the business. As for the attempt of self-government on the Yasnogorsk machinebuilding plant it ended up by a banal bribing of the workers. That has been a year and a half now that the workers movement does not show any signs of revolutionism anymore.
8. The workers union movement in Russia is a direct heir of the State soviet workers unions. The authorities over the workers, exploiting the workers for their own purposes. Mr. Shmakov who presides the state unions (today they are insolently and in spite of the truth called “independent” unions) is the same soviet, full-belied functionary as Egor Stroev or Gennady Seleznev. The characteristic and all-revealing example. Having learned that the Ministry of Roads and Communications is preparing to fire more than a million of workers in the course of a few years, Mr. Shmakov calmed down the workers: it doesn’t matter, for everyone a program of requalification is prepared. (For a million of workers, in Russia? Who will believe that!) There was actually, a left union “Defense”, still a few years ago, but since a long time nothing is heard about it.
9. One can lead propaganda among the workers for another hundred years, like the RKRP does, the workers will not make the revolution. A flying column of losers, temporary and permanent, hard workers, infected by all the illnesses, physical as well as social ones, they look like a degrading class of unqualified hired workers. And if they dare to demand something then it is the payment of an arrear of salary or salary payment increase. Poor, nonviolent, they are tearful and quite in their mass. Revolution needs wild people.
10. On the most important question for every party: what is our revolutionary class, where to draw the personnel from? – NBP can answer with certainty: this is not the working class. The passivity of workers in Russia is depressing, it was such even in the years of mass uprising in 1992-1993. To realize what circumstances would it take, how they should occur, I personally cannot. The Russian worker will endure everything, the popular masochism is inexhaustible, they will work for bread, water and firewood. To propagandize such people does not make sense. We need the active part of the working youth and it will come to us but not as workers but as youth. Among the workers we need misfits. Come to us, brothers!
I worked a lot in soviet factories and plants. In particularly in 1963-1964 as a foundryman (chopping and filling the charge) on the plant “Hammer and Sickle” in Kharkov, as an assembly worker-spider man on a shop construction in the plant “Malishev” in Kharkov in 1960-62 and on other activities. Later I changed thirteen working professions in the United States. So I am qualified enough to reflex on the theme: proletariat.
THE GREAT DREAM
Right from the start a shocking declaration. Both capitalism and communism originated in the sects of the Middle Ages. Capitalism developed from puritan asceticism. Communism from orgiastic sects that preached the communality of property and women.
The doctrine, later conventionally named “communism” originated in the sects of the Middle Ages under the pen of monks, ascetics and dreamers about the physical transfiguration of man in the real terrestrial world. Indeed the Catholic Church promised transfiguration in the ideal world of essences from the other world. The most violent, passionate and furious did not want to wait, they desired to change both man and world. In this case Christianity served only as the unique starting point in the construction of a social model. They departed from it, operating with Christ and his apostles, and with life according to Christ as the only model of society. But the results attained were directly terrestrial. "A great dream, writes Alexander Etkind in his book “The Whip” (given me once by A. Dugin), was developed at several levels: the mystical level of relations with God, the political level of relations with society, and the erotic level of relations with the body. The transformed sexuality participated in it, together with economic equality, political anarchism and biological immortality. Mysticism, politics and erotica composed three dimensions”. “The world of universal prosperity, fraternal love and return to nature is a world of general usage, in which no one can individually possess anything. By natural laws, known to a lot of utopists, chiliasts and revolutionaries, the rejection of property occurs simultaneously with the rejection of family, if the project goes into more special details and property is not rejected, it is socialized, then this also occurs in parallel with the socialization of women”. The Catholic Church pitilessly suppressed alien thinking. The sects were destroyed. The popes declared crusades against the heretics.
In Dante Alighieri in "The Divine Comedy" in the thirty-eighth song of “Inferno” Mohammed turns to Dante with the following request:
“Now, say to Fra Dolcino, then, thou who perchance
Shalt shortly see the sun,
If he wish not soon to follow me here,
So to arm himself with supplies that stress of snow
Bring not the victory to the Novarese,
Which otherwise to gain would not be easy”.
That is, Mahomet, thrown in Hell as a sinner, suffering pain, transmits an advice to the heresiarch who is fighting on Earth. Dolcino Torinelli from Navara (Piedmont) was an outstanding revolutionary of the Middle Ages, the direct predecessor of the communards. He became the head of a large popular movement, being the leader of “The Apostolic brothers”. “The Apostolic brothers” preached renunciation from property and a forced realization of the early Christian Utopia. The Pope Clement V declared a crusade against Dolcino and his army. Dolcino settled on the mount Dzebello and from 1305 through 1307, he persistently resisted, overcoming starvation, snowdrifts and epidemics. He was defeated, submitted to tortures and burned. It is known that with him died his girlfriend, a certain Margherita.
In the prison library of the Lefortovo fortress I found the Umberto Eco’s novel “The Name of the Rose” and there I discovered a lot of information about the life and death of Dolcino, – the character of Dante’s “Inferno”. Before becoming a novelist at the age of fifty, Eco acquired reputation as a specialist in medieval philosophy, so his broad knowledge is absolutely trustworthy and based on the study of historical documents-ultimate sources.
Here is what I wrote down for me: “This Dolcino was the bastard of a priest of Navara’s diocese. But possibly he was born in another place in the Ossoli valley or in Romania. He grew a capable young man and was learning philology (!!!). However he robbed his tutor and escaped to the East in Trident. There he started to preach the teachings of Gerard Segarelli (A heretic, burned in 1296) in the most heretical form, claiming that he was the unique true apostle of God and that in love everything has to be common and that one can without any differentiation lay with all women and can never be accused of adultery. Even if one lies with a sister, a daughter.
How did he learn about the teaching of the false-apostle? Probably still as an adolescent he was in Parma and listened there to Gerard. It is absolutely precisely known that he started to preach in Trident. There he seduced a maiden from a wealthy and notable family Margherita or she seduced him. Then the Trident bishop banished Dolcino and his girlfriend from his diocese, but he already had thousands of followers. And with them he set up on a long tip to get to his native land. On the way they were joined by both new tempted people, tempted by his speeches and heretics-Valdes who lived in the mountains through which he went. And maybe that is what he counted on, to join the Valdes of these northern regions. On arriving to Navara Dolcino found there a situation that was extremely favorable for his mutiny.
The thing is that the vassals who ruled the country of Cathenar from the name of the bishop Vercelli were banished from their own lands. And they met the people of Dolcino as the most desirable help. (A struggle was going on between the ruling families in the city of Vercelli). The false apostles took advantage of this. And the families, in turn, took advantage of the disorders caused by the false prophets. The feudal lords recruited mercenaries to loot the citizens and the citizens turned for help to the bishop of Navara. Dolcino involved himself in all squabbles and everywhere he found an occasion to preach the war against other’s property. In the name of poverty, naturally. Dolcino with his people, which turned three thousand by that time, set camp on a mountain near Navara. On the so-called Bald Rock. And there he set up fortifications and tents and ruled a horde of men and women who lived crowded in the most shameless fornication. From there he dispatched letters to like-minded, from there he uttered the heretical teaching. He said and wrote that the ideal has to be the same for everybody – poverty and that any duties of external behavior should not stop them and that he, Dolcino was sent by God in order to disclose the prophecies of the Old and the New Testament and to interpret the Scriptures. And he called all clergy and secular clerics and preachers and Minorites the servants of Satan and dispensed anybody from the obligation to obey them. He distinguished four ages of God’s people existence. The first was the step of the Old Testament, that is patriarchs, prophets and virtuous men before Christ: on this step one should take wives so that the earth gets populated and human kind multiplies. Then came the epoch of Christ and his apostles – the epoch of holiness and virtue. On the third step the priests started to believe that they should at first acquire a fortune and later with its help rule the people: but when the love for God started to fade in the people Benedict appeared and stepped forward against any terrestrial possession.
When even the Benedictine monasteries started to amass riches appeared the brothers Saint Francisco and Saint Dominic, who even more severely than Benedict started to preach against this world’s power. But now, – proclaimed Dolcino, even in these orders the life of many prelates again entered in conflict with the good Evangelical commandments, the hour of the end of the third age has arrived and a return to apostles’ instructions is necessary.
He claimed that for the ending of the third age all the clergy with the monks and the anchorites need to die in terrible sufferings: he predicted that soon all church prelates, clergymen, monks and nuns, parishioners and all, dedicated in orders of preachers and Minorites, all the holy recluses and with them Boniface himself, the Roman Pope will be destroyed by the promised emperor which he, Dolcino will indicate and this emperor will be Frederic of Sicily (Frederic received with honors the spirituals in Sicily, banished from Umbra lands).
In his second letter, in 1303, Dolcino called himself the rector of the apostolic order and next to him he introduced as directors his Margaret (a woman!) and Longin of Bergamo, Frederic of Navara, Albert of Karenta and Valderic of Brescia.
The pope Clement V proclaimed a crusade against Dolcino as in Dolcino’s letters the latter affirmed that the roman Church is a fornicator, that no one should obey the clergymen, that from now on all spiritual leadership of the world transfers to the sect of apostles, that only the apostles are able to found a new Church, that the apostles can neglect the sacrament of marriage, that not a single pope is authorized to absolve sins, that the tithes should not be paid, that life without oaths is more perfect than with oaths and that a blessed church is not a more fitted place for prayer than any stable and that it does not matter where to honor Christ – in a chapel or in the woods.
Having settled on the Bald Rock Dolcino was forced to ransack valley hamlets, he looted everything to get provisions for his men. A real war against the neighboring villages was waged.
In the meantime came the winter of 1305 – one of the fiercest over the last few decades – and a terrible hunger set in. Dolcino spread a third letter to his confreres and many flowed to him but soon life on the mountain became unbearable and the deprivations were such that they were forced to eat horses, other living beings and boiled hay. And many died. The bishop Varicelli turned for help to Clement V and he equipped a crusade on the heretics. He declared complete absolution to anyone who will participate in it. He addressed himself to the count of Savoy, to the inquisitors of Lombardy, to the archbishop of Milan. Many came out to help the residents of Vercelli – the Navarians as well as the Savoyards, the Provencals and the Frenchmen. The bishop Vercelli headed the crusade. The vanguards of both armies kept running into each other but Dolcino fortifications were unapproachable and besides, “The Apostolic brothers” received significant support.
In the end of 1305 the heresiarch was forced to take his people away from the Bald Rock, abandoning there the wounded and the sick, unable to walk and passed to the region of Trivero and entrenched himself there on the hill that was previously called Dzebello and from this time it was called Rubello or Rebello because it became the stronghold of the insurgents. Horrible bloodshed took place. But in the end the insurgents were forced to give up. In Mars 1307 Dolcino, Margaret and Longin were brought to the city of Biella and handed to the bishop who waited for the Pope’s orders. The Pope wrote to the French king Philippe “We have the most splendid information, fraught with enthusiasm and rejoicing. The most nauseous demon, Satan’s spawn and vile monster heresiarch Dolcino by the cost of enormous danger, deprivations, battles and constant efforts finally and with his accomplices is captured and is now in our prisons by the merits of the dear brother of ours, Ranier, bishop of the city of Vercelli and he was caught on Christmas Eve and a big crowd that was with him, infected with heretic leprosy was exterminated on the same day”.
For my part I will add that the French king Philippe IV The Fair – the addressee of the pope Clement V – had just recently in 1304 destroyed in Paris the Knight Templars order and burned the Grand Master of the order De Molay on the extremity of the St-Louis Island in Paris (then it was even a separate small island called “the Jewish Island”). It is known that from the blazing bonfire the master cursed the entire royal family of the Valois and the curse came true: the damned kings died either mad or in great sufferings. The Master Templar did not have solely personal reasons for the curse, he was cruelly tortured in hopes of finding out the location of the order’s treasures. Philip The Fair moreover was guilty of black ingratitude. A few years before that, during the uprising of the Parisians against royal power the Templars hid Philip in their citadel Temple in Paris. Temple was located at the place of today’s city hall of the 3d arrondissement of the city of Paris. The city hall was built in the middle of the XIX century during the reign of Napoleon III from the stones of the destroyed Temple.
Actually the powerful order occupied a huge territory east of Paris. Even today the surrounding streets show this: rue du Temple, rue Vieille du Temple and others. And in the city hall of the 3d arrondissement Nathalia Medvedeva and me concluded our marriage after having lived together for ten years. Maybe the curse of the Templar towered over us too because after three years the marriage was dissolved.
But let us go back to Dolcino. Here is what Eco writes: “In June of the same year (1307), the first day of the month the heretics got in the hands of the secular authorities. On all church towers bells kept tolling: the condemned were put on a chariot, the executioners were also there, the guards were around and thus they were dragged through the public places of the city and on each place with incandescent pincers they tore off their limbs. Margherita was burned the first before the eyes of Dolcino who had to watch how she was being burned. Dolcino did not move a muscle on his face, just as he did not utter a moan when the pincers bit into his limbs. And thus they continued to move through the city and the executioners each time heated their instruments in cauldrons filled with glowing coals. Dolcino underwent other torments and remained silent, only when his nose was removed – he shook with all his body, and when they tore off his male member he emitted a long sigh, like a groan. His last words were uncompromising. He affirmed that he would be resurrected on the third day. After this he was burnt on the stake and his ashes were scattered downwind” Such was the end of Dante’s protagonist. As we see, strictly religion is not observed in this bloody revolutionary drama. The struggle is led for how one should live on Earth.
Medieval Europe swarmed with sects. The “spirituals” mentioned in the text, received by the king Frederic in Sicily after they were banished from Umbra were also called “The Libertines” or Adherents to the Free Spirit, or “Amorites” saw in the physical love the symbol of a spiritual liberation. Rejecting the Church and its sacraments they considered themselves to be free from sin and allowed sex with anybody and anyhow. To the brotherhood of the Free Spirit belonged the great painter Hieronymus Bosch.
A very good overview of medieval sects is made in the already mentioned book of A. Etkind “The Whip”. Etkind notices that the sect of the “adamites” that fled in 1418 from Southern France participated in Jan Hus movement. In all probability the “adamites” were the extreme radicals of the orgiastic sects. For the “adamites” private property was abolished together with all debts and taxes. The adamites practiced promiscuity, the sect was also fond of hymn chanting and ritual dances in naked form. Having occupied the entrenched island the adamites carried out night attacks on neighboring villages: blood, they believed, should flood the Earth up to the withers of a horse. “The adamites considered the Messiah already embodied in themselves, which caused the worry of more moderate Hussites. The Hussites stayed monogamous”, – writes Etkind, and continues: “In 1421 Zizka’s armies destroyed the refuge of the adamites and a year later the counterrevolution had won in Prague itself”. Zizka, it should be clarified, was the military commander of Hus’ followers. That is, moderate Hussites destroyed the radical adamites and were left face to face with the medieval burger-princely Europe that crushed them. I wanted to refine my knowledge about the Hussites, having noticed in the catalog of the Lefortovo’s library the book “Hussite wars” I ordered it. Alas, the book turned out to be removed from the list. KGB prisoners probably wore it out by reading. There were always well-read people here – the elite. Here, it is said, Blukher and Tukhachevsky were shot.
It is precisely the Hussites escaping the havoc, which had spread the variants of their teachings all over Europe and prepared the reformation. In 1517, a century later, Martin Luther nailed his 94 clauses to the doors of a provincial German church- a protest against the Catholic Church. Well, naturally, he was far from Dolcino’s accusations. However still from school times I remember that among other things Martin Luther protested against the selling of indulgencies. Martin Luther criticized the Catholic Church from the wrong side and not for what Dolcino flagellated it. Luther appealed for severity. And 17 years later it was the Munzer commune. On it we should linger more in detail.
In Germany, in the land of Northern Rhein-Westphalia, on the Dortmund-Ems canal is located the very old German city of Munzer. Actually its medieval buildings, including the Cathedral and the XV century city tower were pitilessly bombed by the Yankees during the Second World war. They were obviously restored but it’s not the same thing anymore – cement versions like in the old times, novodel [newly built] like the XXC in Moscow. Here, in Munzer the Westphalia treaty was signed in 1648. There is a university founded in 1773. In Munzer is produced cement, products from iron, wire, there are beer factories and schnapps is distilled. But it is not all this “popular economy” and not even the Munzer treaty that made Munzer famous, but the mysterious and strange social experiment that occurred there in the XVI century – the Munzer commune. The Munzer commune was in actual fact the first victorious communist society in history.
The sect of Anabaptists that had captured the city introduced common property and also husbands and wives. Herr Kautski, when he composed his history of socialism did not include there the Munzer commune, apparently from a bourgeois feeling of shame for this medieval sexual revolution.
The Munzer commune has been poorly studied. Its principal parameters are the following. The Anabaptist sect rejected the automatic baptism in infancy, referring to the Holy Scriptures. The sect insisted on the baptism of conscious believers who came to Christ consciously only. The principal Anabaptist leaders were the German Thomas Munzer and the Dutchman John of Leyden. Munzer, actually, was not entirely an Anabaptist, he rejected baptism altogether. One of the companions of the Great Reformer Luther, Munzer, the priest-intellectual joined Luther only in 1519. Munzer soon evolved towards radicalism in politics and the social structure of society. In soviet textbooks Thomas Munzer is presented as one of the founders of communism, its prophet. The beginning of such an understanding was laid by Frederick Engels. Strangely I remember the portrait of Munzer in a school textbook: a quadrangular little scholar cap, a mantle. So, Munzer developed a model of God’s kingdom on Earth. By force of arms the chosen ones had to clean the way for the New Coming. One of the principal conditions of Munzer’s teaching was his idea about Christ who is born anew in each worthy individual soul. For this one had to pass through suffering, similar to Christ’s, he, who had given birth to Christ in his soul becomes God and cannot be judged by human moral. In 1524 Munzer raised a peasant war in Thuringia. He founded a communist theocracy in the city of Mullhausen, however Luther called his army “a band of thugs” and soon Munzer was defeated, captured, under tortures admitted his heresy and was beheaded in 1525, only 36 years old.
His even younger friend and associate – the Dutchman John of Leyden – a former actor – went even farther. Soon after Munzer’s execution John of Leyden declared that Christ will soon return to Earth in order to finally found a kingdom of equality and love. John’s followers were now solidly called Anabaptists. In 1534, during the mutiny of the Anabaptists in the city of Munzer John of Leyden succeeded in seizing power. The city was renamed New Jerusalem. Also were renamed streets and days of the week. The population started to call each other “brothers” and “sisters”. John was proclaimed Messiah and king of the New Jerusalem, named John of Leyden.
The armed theocracy carried out a complete communism. Property belonged to everybody. The circulation of money was abolished, the doors of houses had to be open day and night. In public dining rooms people ate for free under the loud reading of the Old Testament. The other books were burned in front of the cathedral. Dissimulating property and food was declared a crime. Property was socialized however not in a single day. At first was socialized the property of ‘emigrants” – those who had fled the city, then those who were rebaptized later than the others and finally of all the rest. Thousands were rebaptised.
After a short period of asceticism, polygamy was established in Munzer on the model of the biblical patriarchs. The women of Munzer did not have the right to digress from their new duties. Some of the most stubborn were executed. John of Leyden had a queen and also 15 wives. Finally the polygamy had also transformed itself into promiscuity – i.e. each brother and sister had the right for copulation.
Meantime the city was besieged but for some time it successfully supported the siege. The Anabaptists sent out their agitators “apostles” in neighboring cities hoping that the Anabaptist revolution will break out everywhere. Indeed some uprisings broke out but were suppressed. In 1535 the city was taken over. The revolutionary Munzer’s theocracy was crushed. John of Leyden and other revolution leaders were captured, tortured and executed. John of Leyden at the moment of his execution was only 26 years old! The Anabaptist State existed for a year and a half, longer than the Paris commune.
The history of the Munzer commune is related inconsistently, in a hostile fashion and by the very same forces against which the Anabaptist revolution was directed. There is even a western movie with many fires, wild passions and the Anabaptist society is presented on the limit of pornography. A reckless, lustful John rushes about among his queens in bourgeois nightshirts, like a rock star.
Four hundred and something years later it happened that many political radicals, RAF members and other terrorist German organizations came out from the communes of the 60s. Of often very radical communes, where an unrestricted sexual freedom was largely practiced (on the base of the hippie movement)- promiscuity and generality of property. “The commune 1 (the terrorists Fritz Teufel, Rainer Langhans and Dieter Kunzelmann came from it) appeared on summer 1967 in Berlin. In 1968 in Berlin appeared “The commune of Viland” a lot more politicized on comparison with the Kommune 1. In the communes, apart from group sex, people were also occupied by the regular conducting of political actions, meetings and discussions, “happenings” – writes the researcher of left movements A. Kolpakidi. Is also interesting the fact that the No 1 figure of the RAF, Ulrike Meinhof completed… Munzer University! And she was born in 1934, exactly 400 years from 1534 when John of Leyden and his warriors-Anabaptists captured the city of Munzer and created the first communist state. Strange, isn’t it? The influence of Thuringia?
On the example of medieval revolutionaries Dolcino and his “apostolic brothers” and the Anabaptists of John of Leyden it becomes clear that religious extremism served as a cover for political extremism and sexual extremism. All medieval social movements were simultaneously religious. I.e. the political party implied the religious component as well, the sects rebelled and fought for a different life on Earth. This universality should be returned to the modern party – the religious and erotic components. The mix will be more explosive, tougher.
CAPITALISM IS SYPHILIS’ CHILD
And so, communism as a doctrine originated in medieval orgiastic sects that preached the community of property and women. As for capitalism, it was born from puritan asceticism. It is the child of syphilis for real.
Let us recall Luther. Martin Luther nails his theses to the door of a church (still a catholic one). 1517. Luther accuses the Catholic Church in insufficient severity, in corruption, particularly in the selling of indulgencies. This is a criticism from the positions of asceticism. Munzer – a scholar-intellectual joins Luther in 1519. But they don’t stay together because they have different critics of the Catholic Church. Luther’s is clear, as for Munzer he does not want to reform anything, his doctrine: the chosen ones have by force of arms to clean the way for the new Coming. Everyone is his own God, everything is common. It is clear that Luther called Munzer’s army “a band of thugs”. They are directly opposite.
It is Luther who did not encroach on medieval society, who can be considered the true predecessor and the first prophet of capitalism. Protestants and puritans, they all came from his 94 theses. It is precisely the ascetic radicalism, the ascetics-extremists who created capitalism. Max Weber wrote well and conclusively about this in the books “Puritan Ethic” and “Protestant Sects and the Spirit of Capitalism”. The essence of Weber’s idea comes to the fact that the new puritan ethic of an acute kinship, virtuous way of life, constant labor, money accumulation, thrift, that the protestants permitted themselves to give capitals on interests (until that the Church forbade this activity), created possibilities for the apparition of capital and business activity. The economic successes of French puritans – Huguenots are well known (and their miseries: expulsion from France, etc.). The economical successes of English Puritans are well known: the first industrial revolution took place in England. The political successes of English protestants-puritans are also known. (The puritans – the movement for the cleaning of the English Church. The English puritans acquired a huge influence in Great Britain during the Civil war of 1640-1660 when the Parliament fought with the kings Charles I (he was executed) and Charles II. Then Oliver Cromwell, a puritan, became the commander of the English army and the Lord General in 1653. As for the Puritans they became the first colonizers of North America where they organized theocratic communes-villages and finally created their State: The United States of America, the capitalist State par excellence. The United States of America are still today the flagman of capitalism. The modern world was created under the pressure of the puritan ethic – the world of production and consumption trade.
All this is far from being known to all worlds’ citizens, but the most inquisitive ones know. What is unknown is why it is precisely in 1517 that Luther came out with his ascetic calls for reformation. What, is it at that very year that the Catholic Church pissed him off? And why not later or not earlier?
The answer is simple. It is at this very time that syphilis reached Spanish and Portuguese harbors, where it was introduced by the sailors of Columbus (from America! More precisely from the Trinidad Island) in 1498-1500. Slowly (since then people traveled slowly, on horseback and in coaches, also very few people traveled), it took 15-20 years per country for the disease, syphilis started to cross Europe. The peak of puritan sentiments and sects in Europe happens to be exactly during the syphilis epidemic in Europe. From there come the tight family ties: intercourse with a single sexual partner and severe punishments for disobeying, after all it was a matter of life and death, since people learned how to treat syphilis only in the beginning of the XX century! From there the families went into work, into economy, since once you start to party, you drink and you meet some loosen girls and syphilis and your nose has fallen off. In short, the ideals of everyday life became different. It did not happen that straightforwardly, “syphilis!” and the scared Luther hurries to hang his theses on the church door. But if one is to look carefully on a geographic map, then Holland’s busy harbors are very close to this very same church and its doors.
The Protestants afraid by syphilis hardened their customs and thus the cult of labor was born. It is paradoxical but it turns out that the yoke of labor in the name of productivity, under which the modern world suffocates was given birth and stimulated by a venereal disease! Puritanism is the legitimate child of a venereal disease!
We, the contemporaries of AIDS were just recently the witnesses – in the middle of the 90s – of the influence of the AIDS epidemic on the moral shape of the United States of America. I had lived in the United States for the entire second half of the 70s and I can testify: the manners were so loose that to make love with the first encountered object was as easy as to drink some water. Drugs circulated freely, they were offered on streets and in friends’ apartments. When after a big break of ten years I arrived in 1990 to the United States from France I found a totally different country: contained, cold, the ideas of the New Christians were spread and girls with an iron will insisted on long-term relationships, serious intentions and the use of contraception. AIDS inspired terror, the 70s were considered by society as shameful and blasphemous times of Sodom and Gomorra. People with AIDS were buried quietly. One can imagine what kind of terror and panic reigned in XVI century Europe, when it was invaded by syphilis if at the end of the XX century another venereal disease – AIDS – brought a mythical terror in peoples’ relations! Since this was still a completely undeveloped Europe, there was no medical service, people were still burned on stakes. How did they get scared! One understands that there was cholera, plague epidemics then. But an epidemic of a venereal disease was a Divine scourge multiplied by three, it touched birth giving as well. By the testimonies of contemporaries the terror before syphilis was indescribable. And even in the end of the XIX, the beginning of the XX centuries the terror remained, it was treated with mercury, it did not heal, the cases were dissimulated. At the turn of the XIX and the XX century syphilis became a disease of intellectuals. Supposedly Nietzsche and Wilde suffered from syphilis, Lautrec died from syphilis. A parallel suggests itself with AIDS but a parallel the other way round because AIDS appeared as an intellectuals’ disease, came out of the narrow circle of the New-York-Paris highly refined homosexual circles and only then became popular, came into the people. By the way such coryphees as Michel Fouquet, Rudolph Nuriev and many others had the time to die from AIDS.
The origins of syphilis and AIDS are mysteriously and by all probability related to zoophily. If it is said about AIDS (besides from the fact that it is a virus born in CIA labs) that the virus is transmitted to man from the green monkey in the heart of Africa, then the origin of syphilis from the goats of Trinidad is even more probable. The Indians of the Trinidad Island at the moment when they were visited by Columbus ships had in custom, when going away for a long time to graze their goats on the mountain plateaus, to copulate in case of necessity with these very same goats because their wives stayed far away in the villages. Returning from the pastures the Indians copulated with their wives but this unhygienic custom did not bring a visible damage to the Indians or their wives. But as for the weaklings Columbus’ sailors, they, once having copulated with Indians wives brought syphilis to Europe. So puritan ethic and with it capitalism came from the vaginas of Trinidad goats. It is not a hypothesis, boys and girls, it is an absolute historical (but little known) truth.
Scared by the triumphal march of syphilis through Europe, the puritans later, already in the XVII century landed in North America, on the historical, so to speak, native land of syphilis (well not really of course, Trinidad is an island between the two Americas). People use to think that the Europeans kind of sent their excess of population to America. This is only partially true but it is syphilis that drove the protestants-puritans away from infected Europe. Munzer’s uprising – as the revolt of the flesh in times of plague, I will notice, was the last burst of orgiastic sects’ activity known to us. The terrible reality of syphilis Europe, the infected maiden, fallen noses – all this hardened, cleansed the manners. The idea of socializing women did not look so attractive anymore. Later Marx made capital attractive. It would be nice to trace, if the apparition of restricting puritan sects of Judaism -like those of the “Lubovitchers” for example in Poland and Belarus were not related to the arriving there of syphilis. The disease was getting there from the Iberian harbors maybe for more than a century. Unfortunately from the investigative isolation ward of the FSB of Russia, such research is impossible. But I am certain that there is a link.
In North America the ascetics-protestants founded a State on the principles of labor, virtue and economy: the United States of America. They started to call themselves WASP, this abbreviation is decoded as white Anglo-Saxon protestant. The United States succeeded in imposing the labor cult to the rest of the world. Some peoples are more capable of labor loving, others are less capable, however we all have to spin around like hamsters in a wheel, producing, producing, producing…And feeling sad because of the low gross domestic revenue of the State and rejoicing if it had suddenly risen. And all of that is because of syphilis. Possibly if syphilis had not appeared in Europe it would have consisted today of a conglomerate of orgiastic communes, like the Munzer one. But this did not happen and the next interesting experiment on world transformation was already the French revolution of 1789.
The French revolution, still being really bourgeois, nevertheless had changed the calendar, counted time from itself, some months’ names, brumaire – when there are fogs – or pluviose – the month of rains – please me, they are poetic and tragic. However the French, regardless of their Jacobins (from the hall of Saint Jacob Church where they were meeting) in the most revolutionary times nevertheless stayed in the traditional frames, in what concerned property and family. The toughest were obviously the guys who gathered around Maximilian Robespierre, he himself, his brother and his closest associates Saint Juste and Camille Desmoulins. Robespierre had a tentative to found a new civil religion, he was even proclaimed its prophet and saint, but did not have the time to develop the affair. The 28 June 1794 the head of Maximilien Francois Marie Isidore de Robespierre rolled into the guillotine basket. In Paris in the Museum of Archives, it is located on the intersection of the rue des Archives and rue Rambuteau (really close – in front of it, in the house 54 rue des Archives was located my first apartment-studio in Paris), I once visited an exposition of documents of the epoch of the French revolution. There for the first time I saw Robespierre’s signature. It is striking: red, tangled in a ball like barbed wire, it suddenly broke far down in some instances even on ten-fifteen centimeters. Usually the signature was under a list of names of people, condemned to beheading. The signature itself, one could say, was the drawing of the fall of the head into the guillotine basket. I never saw a more tragic and amazing signature not before, or after. The signature anticipated also the fate of Robespierre himself and could serve as a symbolic image of the years of the Revolutionary Terror. There were radical attempts to remake society’s life by the founders of anarchism the French Fourier and Saint-Simon. A theory of “phalansteries” was developed, communes in which free men and women would have to live on absolutely new grounds. It is known that such communes were organized in the United States (if I’m not mistaking, in the south of the state of Louisiana) and in Russia on the Volga (the writer Leskov has even an amazing novel on this theme) in the eighties of the XIX century. Unfortunately I know little about the Fourierists, Saint-Simonists and the phalansteries and a serious research on that topic in an investigative isolation ward does not appear possible, so I will bypass the topic, just mentioning it.
In Russia as well political radicalism developed together with economical radicalism and radicalism in regard to the sexes. The already several times mentioned Etkind’s work “The Whip” perfectly shows one of the aspects of this process. Obviously Mr. Etkind is a democrat and a liberal and his personal taste taints his judgments of the radical attempts of society reconstruction into hostile hues. However he has made a big work and his book explains a lot particularly how the Russian revolution of 1917 by no means did have only Marxist roots but also sect roots. Not surprisingly that dreaming of the revolution of peoples, of the destroying of the family the Bolsheviks were joined by such free women as Inessa Armand, the prodigal daughter of the general Dovmontovich, Sasha Kollontai or Larisa Reisner. However soon after the arrival to power, the Bolsheviks, alas, rejected many radical ideas of the early bolshevism, including the desire (it was best theoretically expressed by A. Kollontai in her works) – to destroy the family and to create a society of free love. And also the early death of the leader Lenin put an end to many experiments in the area of property and family, the socializing of women and property did not happen. New forms of social life were not created. Here, naturally, played a role the character of the Caucasian Stalin-Djugashvili who replaced Lenin on the post of the leader. Being, as it is said today, a “churka” [an Asiatic foreigner] by origin, Stalin naturally was more patriarchal and reactionary and his tastes were directly reflected on the society model, which he imposed on Russia. The post-revolutionary Russia was forced to live by the pre-revolutionary adat. Again.
In order to truly break and to truly build we will have to follow Dolcino, the adamites, Munzer and John of Layden and not Stalin. The Russian revolution actually did not reach many of its goals, failed in a many aspects. But it would be more adequate to discuss this in the next lecture.
THE UNRADICALISM OF THE 1917 REVOLUTION
The Bolsheviks started by attempting on many things. On the first revolution of the fourth estate in the world. The entire world of the hungry and the slaves had to, after cutting off the higher society classes for their uselessness, liquidating them or scattering over the country, rule the state itself, by means of the Soviets [councils].
This did not happen. Because: first of all the organization that realized and organized the revolution in the name of the fourth estate (proletarians, hired workers) – the Bolshevik party did not disbanded itself and did not transfer all the power in the hands of the Soviets. The Party, on the contrary, gave up just a little bit in the hands of the Soviets and itself took more and more power. Secondly: the party filled the Soviets with herself from within and thus doubled itself at the power. The functions of the Soviets and the party were not strictly delimited, in any case it is not the fourth estate that began to govern the country but the party.
The RSDRP, later the RKPB, VKPB – the party that realized the revolution, was not in any way a fourth estate party, but was a party of misfits, which was already discussed in this book. And precisely because it was a party of misfits it was talented, effective and could carry out the revolution. Like the Bolsheviks’ party, the fascists in Italy and the national-socialists in Germany assembled misfits’ parties and not parties of the proletarians or the bourgeoisie. (That is why they produced such hatred and that is why they were trampled, all of them. Some – earlier, some – later! They did not belong.)
The Great Parties of Europe, including the party led by Lenin were in fact extraordinary armies of mercenaries-voluntaries who set up for the task of seizing the power for the fourth estate. And to set up the power of the fourth estate, its eternal kingdom. Only they called their “entire world of the hungry and slaves” – the fourth estate differently. The Bolsheviks called it “the proletariat” or “the working people”. Hitler called them the “volk” – the people, or the German people, Mussolini – Popolo d’Italia (his newspaper was called that too), but they had in mind the entire fourth estate – the majority of the population. The power of the majority turned out to be absolutely just in comparison to the power of the minority classes: once of the aristocracy, later of the bourgeoisie. But the thing is that, after having seized the power for the fourth estate, the Great Parties did not leave. They stayed at the conquered power and governed de facto for the sake of the interests of the party, for the party. So no revolution for the proletariat or the volk happened. Happened a revolution for the party in the first place. And a bit for the proletariat (for the volk), so that the doctrine could at least meet ends. In Germany the enchanted power of the national-socialist party triumphed, of those activists and conspirators who gathered together in 1918-1933 under the leadership of Hitler. (Actually, a part of them died in the fratricide slaughter of 1934.) Later representatives of big capital in Germany joined the power. If the first revolution of 1933 (30 January, during the elections) was directed against the leftists and this revolution triumphed, then the second revolution – against the rightists, and it was demanded by the commandos headed by Ernst Rem in 1934, just as it was demanded by the leftist brothers Schtrassers – did not happen in the end. In Italy things were even worse: there the fascist regime of the misfits managed to share the power with the capital and even with the king.
And so, personally the power of the proletariat (the working people), the people (volk), the popolo – did not happen. That was the failure and the lie of the Great Revolutions of 1917, 1922, 1933. And in large part the self-deceit of the Great Parties.
They wanted to remake the world thoroughly and to set themselves for a long time in this “millenary Reich”, in “the communist future”, in “the Italian Mediterranean civilization”. They wanted to create a new man.
They were not able to create the soviet man. Some amount of individuals was subjected to a powerful suggestion, that they are soviet people. But the influence did not last for long. After the forced chopping of the Soviet Union in 1991 on republics, referendums in republics showed how unstable was this new man, how ephemeral. They did not create the soviet nationality of blood. Everything laid on suggestions, thin air.
They did not understand that the small people are slowed-detonation mines, put under the Soviet civilization. Already from the 20s they allowed to every insignificant tribe to cherish its “adats”, its ancestors’ customs. Thus the center in Moscow even helped them! The all-Russian budget gave money for the existence of newspapers, journals, books, typographies on the languages of the USSR peoples. For those, the shabbiest ones who didn’t even had writing, our scientists even developed the writing and wrote down their oral legends. By this, broadening the isolation of these peoples, intensifying their difference, giving rise to international conflicts.
When for a hundred years they should have relentlessly physically mixed the USSR peoples, creating a single, ethnically soviet people. They had to, like it is done now in Saudi Arabia to conduct single demonstrative many thousands’ marriages of northern peoples with the southern, western with the eastern or even select couples at random, or to draw the grooms and the brides in a daily All-Union lottery. To change their names and families on Ivanovs, Petrovs and Sidorovs. They had to starve all languages except Russian. They had to do everything in order that the Latvians, Lithuanians, Kazaks, Kamchadals and others forget their history, if they had one. It was not necessarily to burn historical books and dictionaries. It would have sufficed not to republish them. If the Bolsheviks had started to do this from the first year of the revolution – they would have done the job in 70 years! But not only did they not mold them together, no, they encouraged discord, they encouraged to each man – his. They continued to teach in schools the Tatar yoke, the Kulikovo field, without realizing, indifferently, how was this for the Tatars. So why were they surprised that Tatar nationalism started to come out of the woodwork the moment it became possible. They had to write such history textbooks that would have molded us together! There was no Fomenko/Nosovsky at the time, well they had to invent them!
I remember with shame that ten years earlier I bowed before Stalin as a radical leader. He had a cruel will, but he did not have brains. I looked at Stalin through pink glasses! With his resettlement of ethnicities, hostile to the soviet people – the Crimea Tatars, Ingushi, Chechens and others who dared to fight against the Soviet people on the side of the Germans, a resettlement only to Kazakhstan, in the country interior, he just intensified the problem. And set up a foundation for intertribal conflicts in the future. Because children, grand children were born… They remembered the offense, they survived, they served in the Soviet Army, they learned from the officers of the Empire how to fight. How could this be allowed to happen? At least don’t take them, the offended, in the army, don’t teach them war! They taught Mashadov, they taught Dudaev. If there would have been among the leaders of the Soviet State an expert in Roman history then he would have said: “The Empire perished when it started to accept in its legions barbarians and to teach them military art”… They had to solve the question more radically. They did not succeed in mixing the soviet people, where would have been included the Chechens and the Ingushi and the Crimean Tatars, so they had to solve the question more radically. To banish the incorrigibles peoples from soviet territory. To force them out into Turkey. Who would have dared in 1944 or 1945 to resist the Soviet Army, discharging the resettlers in Turkey? Nobody. After all the tsars already have forced there the Chechens and the Crimean Tatars. There were many there. There would have been even more. And to return would have been far more problematic than from Kazakhstan. They had to disperse the peoples. Among the majority of those who had to be dispersed there was no such powerful nation core as there was for the Jews – the most dispersed people in the world – Judaism. They would have dispersed. They had to encourage mixed marriages. To marry by force, by force to drive them through the country. To introduce planned replacements of population of entire regions. With the power that the Bolsheviks possessed this was realizable. Easily.
The Germans, actually also did not create a new man. Although they set to work vigorously. The SS incubators did not last long. The millenary Reich was allowed only for 12 years. There were, actually, good ideas, like for instance two women for a fool-blooded German. (The Muslims, actually, have a healthy tradition of four wives). But the Germans at least were not allowed so much time. The soviets had 70 years and they did not manage to do it!
The revolution of 1917 did not destroy the most reactionary cell of the old society – the family. And now in 2001 we see how the family – a heavy anchor or a stone – pulls energetic promising adolescents to the bottom. How at every step the interests of the family conflict with the interests of the State, how in the name of the family are committed crimes of corruption and embezzlement. In the chapter “The red-eyed monster” all of this was already discussed. Inessa Armand, Alexandra Kollontai, Larisa Reisner – wanted new relations of man and woman. A free, not a private-property love for the comrades would have brought sexual comfort to the collective of the revolutionaries. Two-three hours of guaranteed affection per day would have given a feeling of happiness to the young society. However they rejected the experiments of the first years of the revolution and in the end the most uncomfortable and unhealthy kind of sexuality prevailed. Wretchedness, dissatisfaction, the torture of conventions, the impossibility for the young comrades to get sexual comfort right away (this takes years!) generates neuroses, psychic illnesses, deformations of the mind. Vices and perversions are generated in the tight rotten atmosphere of the family. In a commune there are healthy relations between comrades. In a commune it is always possible to find oneself partners by temper and the quantity of partners for affection is very high. Whereas sexual comfort is a huge size, it is a component of happiness. The right for sexual comfort is more important than the right for work and one should fight more for sexual comfort than for a salary. This kind of a society system in which the person is guaranteed sexual comfort by this society itself will always enjoy a huge attraction. The family gives one partner, the commune gives many. The 1917 revolution did not solve this problem. They had to introduce polygamy, promiscuity, to encourage all types of sexual unions. None of this had happened. The spirit of extremism was suppressed. They did not reach sexual equality. Only in a commune, the free common living of men and women, a free equality is possible.
They did not create an Invincible Army. While the Army was leaded by misfits – everything turned out well. The red Army was created by misfits who had never fought before, such as Trotsky, Frunze. They appointed commanders by the literacy and the talent of the individual. Some sixteen years old Arkady Gaydar became the regiment commander and his 20 years old comrade – the commander of a division and the 30 years old commanded over armies. And they routed the high-school students of tsar’s generals and the interveners, graduates of the best military schools of Europe. Vassily Chapaev, who became the protagonist of Furmanov’s book, a movie and later of unjust jokes in real life this person forestalled the military thought on a quarter of a century, minimum. Already during the First World war he understood what the next war would be and already during the Civil war created a shock armored division from trophy tanks and armored cars and led tanks before the infantry, distrusting the cavalry. De Gaulle understood the same thing in 1934 and Huderian in 1936 – these are the best vanguard military minds of Europe. And Chapaev did in 1934 at 30 years of age. The Second World war was fought like he foresaw it! That is the quality of leaders that the Russian Revolution had awakened.
Alas, the new generation of leaders, selected by Stalin for the governing of the State and the army was worse in quality than the first set of misfits. Stalin favored his drinking partner from Tsaritsin – Voroshilov (They were once pitilessly ran down by Lenin during the defense of Tsaritsin). And Voroshilov, like Budenny continued to think that the cavalry would be the most important in the next war!
Gradually the wild army of the paradoxical commanders Frunze or Trotsky, the army of genial nonprofessionals, non-ortodoxes, which had defeated all the staff generals together with the interveners, ceased to be marginal. They built up military schools and academies, invited coward military specialists and they started to teach the red youngsters the art of defeat, which they learned themselves on the fields of the First World war, where they were crushed by the wild German. Misfits and lunatics stopped to go in the army. Therefore in 1941 and 1942 a few dozens of selected Germans drove before them our war prisoners by the thousands. The Russian prisoners were two millions because of that bad training of the military specialists. In 1943, 1944 and 1945 – death in the eyes of the Germans and the machine guns of the barring detachments behind – revived madness. And the penalty men from prisons gave to the war a mystical character of ritual murders. That’s how they won the war by a mystical effort, growing our fanaticism to the level of black spots on the moon. And breathing out death, they won.
And again the military specialists started to teach defeats. And the misfits got discharged in the reserves and went into security guard and alcoholics. The truth that for a war one needs completely crackpot people and that to win a war one has to find them and to make them commanders – nobody saw this truth in Russia even today. Therefore our generals are just bureaucrats in stripes. One should give to fight to the lieutenants and all kind of talented folk. To the robbers. (Remember this, boys! War is a too serious affair to entrust it to generals!)
The promised with pump, in imitation of the French Revolution, equality did not happen.
Well, all right, State leaders have to live in special places, they have to be guarded – all of this is clear. However hundreds of thousands of local and central chiefs put themselves arbitrary as leaders and grew thick with privileges. And already in the beginning of the 20s an angry heresiarch like Dolcino was needed, who would have called to them for poverty and misery. In prisons we have a real poverty, worse than in a monk cell, but in real fact we’ve got everything, although there is nothing too. Why did the Russian revolution instantly got bourgeois and at Lunacharsky’s house they played piano and Lila Brik explicitly defended to Mayakovsky – a revolutionary poet, to come to Moscow without a “little Ford”? Well because initially all of these some thousands of misfits were not joined in a mystical brotherhood by the sacred chains of socialized property and socialized bodies like in the congregations of Dolcino and John of Leyden.
The education was left old, tsarist, changing only two-three disciplines. By leaving the old education they ensured by it the reproduction of the Old Adam until the end of times, forever. This was already mentioned in the lecture “Schooling: they stole your childhood”.
The culture preached was old, but safe. XIX century’s. This is discussed in the chapter: “Ptomaine of the XIX century”, new culture trends were left behind the USSR borders, stopped by the iron curtain and thus left the soviet person without instruments of understanding and knowledge of the modern world. All revolutionary experiments in Russian art were stopped. In art with the help of the government only socialist realism won. By itself a bright, iconic, symbolical style – socialist realism obviously could not be used for everyday vile goals of lie and propaganda. And that is precisely how it was used for a half a hundred years. In art as in literature. As a result they devaluated it.
It’s too bad that the bold experiments did not make it, did not become the State style of art. After all during the first anniversary of the revolution Tatlin and co. painted the trees on Red Square in a bright-red color from pulverizers. After all the tower of the III International still today is a masterpiece of extreme radical art. After all there was the extraordinary architect Melnikov, he should have been allowed to build. After all the best cavalrymen of the 1st Mounted Army as a reward for bravery during the Civil war were given red leather riding breeches. Indeed they had enough fantasy!
I already said that the Bolsheviks did not destroy “adat”. Peter I, the tsar-revolutionary if he did not terminated all the “adat” of the shabby Muscovite Russia, then he crushed the two thirds of it. Well done, Petrishe! That’s a revolutionary! That’s a radical! After 1917 the characters of the serfdom world met all together again: the sadists and masochists, hangmen and victims. It is precisely from the “adat” that our pensioners inherited the mentality of submissive serfs, and our functionaries – the mentality of autocratic lords and our cops – the mentality of thick-skinned oprichniks. He who would set his goal to create a new Russia at any cost will have to be ready to break the spine of the Russian adat. So that the tribe of the submissive, coward people, quivering before the authority does not reborn again and again.
And finally, the last. Already Stalin openly strangled the Revolution. Once got rid of the genial spirit of the misfits he began after the war to directly restore the elements of the imperial regime destroyed in 1917. He turned his face to the already destroyed Orthodox Church, restored the officers estate, stripes, uniform, returned to classical-model education, began to build imperial buildings. Only his death stopped the Restauration.
Kruschev stopped the Imperial Restauration started by Stalin. However he fixed the USSR into an even more dangerous direction, he returned the country in the context of the bourgeois world civilization by the fact that he invented competition with the West. Doing that he did not understand with his down-to-earth mind of a shorty in a straw hat, fat-ass, that by competing you accept the standards of competition and inevitably become similar to the one you are competing with, the one who dictates you these standards. Kruschev completely landed, lowered the Russian revolution by the fact that he forced it to measure itself in the terminology of the gross national product, in kilowatts of energy, in tons of wheat. When it suited her to be measured in the amount of conquered territory, in quantities of wars, in the joy of acquiring new subjects, in the sexual comfort of the population, in the quantity of the people taken to the enemy, in the quantity of extreme historical scenes, in exploits, in the quantity of booty from military campaigns, in poems, in marches, and tragedies. Kruschev has banalized us all.
Subsequently, after Kruschev, the general Secretaries of the KPSS did not feel the capacity of their State anymore and did not feel their relation to the Revolution. What do the shaking Brejnev or Chernenko have in common with the cavalrymen in red riding breeches, charging with meter-long razors in hands against the polish ulans in Warsaw? Nothing. Such a sas story it is.
The future is well known. Introducing Russia to the context of the global association of States (partly this was done by Stalin) Bolshevist cesars started to preach the productivity of labor and not the world wealth of people of labor. Passing on the terminology of capitalism they passed unnoticeably for themselves on the practice of capitalism as well. Until 1985 it was still a State capitalism, in 1991 the thuggish, predatory one rushed in.
They had to stand firm. They had to categorically refuse to play in western games. Because the setting up of a single world economic space automatically involves after itself the apparition of a single world political space as well. That’s what happened inevitably. A single world government appeared. These are the seven most economically developed counties of the world and their leaders. Such a globalization, as it is called nowadays, destroys the liberties of particular countries and entire regions. When the regionalization, autonomy and separatism contribute to the freedom of peoples (and individuals). Remember the failure of the 1917 revolution always!
WHAT TO FIGHT FOR?
The National-Bolshevik Party had two documents that were considered the bases of its ideology. This was the “NBP program” published a certain number of times in “Limonka” newspaper and Dugin’s booklet “The goals and the objectives of our revolution”.
Here I have to admit that I, as the party’s chairman, the “NBP program” always was a concession to the public politics, a some kind of shortened, simplified and vulgarized translation to the commoner’s language. A necessary vulgar document but by which the party did not live (well maybe on some points, particularly the objective of modifying the borders and the definition “who is Russian” was absolutely identical to our practical criterion for the selection of the party members) but which it put fort to the public view. To the public however our program seemed horrible and excessively extremist. In my view, meanwhile, the document looked extremely unradical.
First of all, the party and me, basing ourselves on the experience of a few electoral campaigns totally despised the TV-controlled electorate and as a result – the entire system of the allegedly democratic elections. It was clear how after recovering from the fear of 1991-1993 the old bureaucracy quickly learned how to manipulate the elections. Therefore the elected Parliament Chamber looked a bad nonsense (practically it was the keeping of the State Duma) in the NBP program. We were not going to elect anybody. Actually, I included in the NBP program a Chamber of representatives from 900 people, not elected, but appointed by the people of each region – a dozen of the most worthy people of the region. So it became a mix of democracy with a government in Petain’s style, it is in war-time France that there was a Chamber of Representatives. A contribution brought by Dougin: we transferred in our Program the economic model of the Yugoslavian socialism. When a business becomes private if it doesn’t have more than 5 workers; cooperative when there is up to 55 workers, in the hands of the working collective – up to 555; and of the State if there are more than 5555 workers. If I’m not mistaking. All this petty arithmetic is all there in our program and I feel bad for it, I admit, for all this arithmetic.
What concerns the booklet “Goals and objectives of our revolution”, then already after Dugin had left us in April 1998, I carefully read this work and grasped my head. Regardless of the always avant-garde and most fashionable ideological outfits of Alexander Gelievich I discovered in the booklet in no way a revolutionary, but a typical old priest Orthodox worldview, by the author’s fancy tied in a single whole with the concept of “estrangement” borrowed from the existentialist Sartre. Priesthood plus Sartre! It is still our luck that it wasn’t anywhere said that this was NBP ideology. The practical Geliyich proposed the booklet as an ideology of the opposition in general. The work appeared in 1995 and was always considered as supposedly our ideology. The style of this, in the highest extent absurd and old-fashioned booklet makes one assume that Dugin wrote it even before 1993, but apparently he was very eager to nail himself down as an ideologist, so not even having a new project then he just published the old stuff.
In our defense, and my light-mindedness and Dugin’s botching can be presented the fact that NBP ideology in itself was the entire “Limonka” newspaper, particularly its rubric “The Legend”. We expropriated heroes of equally national and red movements of the beginning of the century, successfully interbred Lenin with Hitler, Savinkov with Che Gevara, Mussolini with Makhno and Dzerjinsky, plus we added the esthetic extremism of Pasolini, Mishima, Burroughs, Genet, interbred Bob Denar with members of the RAF and “The Red Brigades”. In a word we assembled in a single successful whole all the heroic enemies of the System. That was new, striking, interesting and most importantly – right, because all these heroic people were destroyed by the stupid, bestial, depressing, boring and dead capitalism. So “Limonka” and mostly its rubric “The Legend” was our ideology. We wanted everything: and to take over Urga with Ungern in Mongolia, and to experience the Beer Hall Putsch with Hitler, and to take Leningrad with Lenin and to fight with Che in Sierra Maestra. Only an idiot could have reproached us the fact that our ideology became the heroic impulse, protest, revolt, revolution! It is the revolution that we needed! We hated the System. And the program, well, program, so what, it’s paper…Hitler did not change his 26 clauses from the time when they were formulated in the early 20s. However at every step he contradicted the clauses of his program. Mussolini changed several times the program of the fascist party. The same did Lenin. The program is not important.
We wrote, naturally, in “Limonka” also what we wanted after our victory. Obviously to have revenge on those who had offended us in those years when we could not get revenge for ourselves. Obviously we wanted to build a new society but our supposedly principal ideologist Dugin limited himself to general festive stirring words. And even me, I started to think about this later. And how will it be concretely: will there still be frozen cities, what types of residences will there be, will there be a family, how will the family of the future be, – we did not write about this or wrote little. The objective of this book, assembled from the lectures intended for NBP members, is precisely to give the outlines of the future. In prison the time for that appeared. While the investigators dig me a hole, I will dig the hole of the investigators’ civilization.
So for what do we have to fight? For what, exactly, society of the future? For what, exactly, program?
I remember that the book of Boris Savenko “Memories of a Terrorist” had a big impression on me. The unforgettable characters of the Poet “Ianek” (Ivan) Kaliayev, Egor Sozonov and even the gloomy provocateur Iavno Azef. And the iron man Savenko himself, at 23 years of age sending his friends fighters-SRs to an heroic death is a remarkable character. He found his own death a quarter century later in the Lubanskaya prison. Egor Sozonov blew up the minister Pleve with a self-made machine for which he was sent to a penal colony for life, Ianek Kaliayev – the Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich and was hanged.
A question suggests itself: “And for what did these supermen exactly fought?” The most significant objective of the socialist-revolutionaries’ party, known even from the textbooks for middle school was the demand for land reform. Subsequently the Bolsheviks armed themselves with this – winning – SR idea (Winning in a country where the majority of the population were peasants!) about the allotment of peasants with land and genially simply formulated it: “The land to the peasants!” And it was intended to return the factories to the workers. “The factories to the workers!” declared the Bolsheviks.
That is, the SRs of the combat organization put in pieces the bodies of the autocracy ministers and the members of tsar’s family so that the peasants get the land. (In other questions there were disagreements between the SRs. There were those who named the aristocracy the avant-garde of the struggle. A few of the SRs called the proletariat their ally.) As for the Bolsheviks, they stuck to their double formula: “The factories to the workers! The land to the peasants!” By the end of the war, having understood how tired the peoples are form the war, Lenin genially added to the slogans a third one: “Peace to the peoples!”
By summarizing all of this we come to the conclusion that the two largest revolutionary parties of Russia of the beginning of the century fought for the removal of the inequality in the distribution of property and means of production, that is the national wealth. What else did they fight for? It was considered that autocracy is a form of government under which the country is ruled by a single ruler, who received the power by inheritance – an extremely reactionary and unmodern form of government.
The masses flowed under the banners of the allies: Bolsheviks and SRs, and not in a feeble quantity. And thanks to the genial triple formula, the Bolsheviks had indeed won. Like this? It appears that it is precisely like this.
And what to fight for today? Today one cannot move anybody with land. There will be no unrests for it. The questions of property of enterprises and land are not revolutionary today, uprising the masses. Why? The workers don’t need factories and plants because to set up a proportional and permanent dripping of profits in the pockets of each of the 12 thousand workers of the Krasnoyarsk aluminum plant is hardly possible or impossible. It is easier to give away a part of the profits to the owners of the plant and the administration, receiving for the possibility of the renting of the equipment, means of production – the machinery and for the labor of aluminum production from the raw materials of the owner – a fixed salary pay. This way it is handier, each worker doesn’t have to busy himself with the plant.
Do the peasants need land today? A very insignificant minority. Those who are not afraid not only of the fight with the land, the soil, but also are not afraid of the war with the papers and the functionaries. Those who agree to get credits for the tractors, to defend themselves from the anger and the envy of the destitute neighbors. And there are insignificantly little of such heroes for the whole Russian peasantry. Even more precisely would be – for the entire Russian population. Because the class of the small agricultural owners had long ago disappeared in Russia, driven out by the forced collectivization. It was forced, yes, but there is no doubt that the method of making agricultural production by branch giants – kolkhozes and state farms – is nevertheless more progressive. In the West it is not the forced collectivization that has abolished single small businesses but the harsh competition. Those specialized on wheat or corn or pigs farming handled the job better than the shabby farmer with three tractors. Therefore the individual property on land that assumes the beginning from zero: giving out by the State of a small piece of land and a couple of tractors – does not appeal to anybody. More precisely it appeals to a very few. In order to reach prosperity the peasant has to break his back for generations and if he doesn’t break it – he will be ruined.
Therefore a similar early, of the beginning of the XX century epoch, socialism today is not a revolutionary ideology, the GOODS offered to him, that for which one should struggle are not GOODS. For them nobody will get his ass off a chair. In Italy of the 70s and the 80s the “Red Brigades” based their ideology on the ideas of the late follower of Gramshi – Pansieri, died in 1964 and the pupil of the latter – Toni Negri, author of the ideas of the “Workers autonomy”. However this very developed Marxism nevertheless was based on the doctrine of the dictatorship of the proletariat and the proletariat revolution as the only way to the arrival of the kingdom of the proletariat dictatorship. The only thing Toni Negri had added from himself was the idea that one should not wait when the political situation will be ripe for the proletariat revolution, that the situation can be accelerated: to artificially heat up the political cauldron with terrorism. Renato Curcio, the leader of the “Red Brigades” also came up with the same conclusion. However, regardless of the fact that for two centuries the “Red Brigades” did not come off from the news columns of the mass-media they did not succeed in heating the Italian society to the temperature of revolution. Meanwhile the “brigadists” came close to the proletariat. There were discussion clubs and seminars functioning, common with the workers of the combinations “Sig-Simmens” and “Fiat”, where the “brigadists” brainwashed the workers. However only dozens of workers went with the “brigadists” and not tens of thousands. The thing is that the proletariat dictatorship (and in its assortment were “Factories to the workers!” and “Land to the peasants!”) turned out to be useless to the proletariat. The proletariat, as it turned out, did not want to burden itself with the problems of ownership on the means of production, problems of production and selling of the products of this production. The workers simply wanted to rent the working place and the machines and to make the product from the raw materials of the boss. And by the evening, not accounting for anything, after the horn, to leave the plants as fast as possible, thanks God, to forget about them till morning! The “Red Brigades” and their ideologists did not watch close enough the world of the end of the XX century surrounding them.
So what happened? Isn’t the degradation of socialism and Marxism as its distinct, most autonomous branch linked to the reorientation of the goals of the “passionary” as it was qualified by Lev Gumilev, individual? “The misfit” as we have called him, the troublemaker, as these kinds of restless people are called by the American tradition? (In my earlier book “The Disciplinary Sanatorium” this type of person is called “the excited one”.) It is precisely a reorientation that happened, it seems. The possession by the working collective of the factory, the land is not attracting? Well it’s even a burden. And the mass person as we know, does not make revolutions by himself. He is drawn into revolutions.
So for what would now the passionary individual, the misfit move from his place, will rebel? What he will fight for? A part of these objectives is already defined in this book.
1. He will fight for the destruction of the family and for a new sexual and social collective – the commune. For a high sexual comfort in life. For two, three and as many as you want hours of affection per day. One should not underestimate the revolutionarism of the striving of man for sexual comfort. It is more important than the right for labor. For sexual comfort his girls went into the family to Manson. And he attached them for years. Sexual comfort rises the quality of life immediately.
2. He will fight for a faster and more substantial life, for the reevaluation of the roles of the ages and their displacement in favor of youth, aged from 14 to 35. He will fight against the dictatorship of the middle age.
3. He will fight against the monstrous school, repressive system, standing hand in hand with the family and the prison. He will work for its elimination.
4. Another important good: social mobility. So that everyone who is now nothing, who enters life at 14, 15 or 20 years old could in a short time become everything. In old, stagnant states all the places are repartitioned, distributed and seized by the families. In literature they have their Mikhalkovs, in cinema their Mikhalkovs, in painting their Konchalovskys. This should not be this way. One needs such a society and State where the talented newcomer has the chance to quickly become everything. Every fate has to be possible. The highest social mobility is observed precisely during revolution. The right to a particular extreme fate is given only by society in the moment of revolution and shortly after it. Precisely for the fate, the possibility to become regiment-commander at 16 years old the passionary individual will move from his place. (As they said during the French Revolution: In each soldier haversack lays a marshal baton”. It has to lay.)
5. The right for war may serve a stirring good for the passionaries may serve. There is an entire category of men who passionately love war. They need war, its feats and even its looting because these things are in man’s nature. For those who have a fighting instinct one has to foresee a right and an opportunity to fight.
6. The societies of modern European and Asian and African countries are oriented on the amassing of prestige and capital by families. On the improvement of quality of life of the family during generations. The misfit always was and will be interested in the elimination of such an absurd order. Heritages should be abolished, everyone would have to begin from zero and not from dad’s capitals. One has to fight for the increasing of the quality of one separately taken human life.
These are only a few basic theses, they are also slogans, they are also objectives, for which will rebel and are rebelling the modern misfits, passionaries of the XXI century.
A part of the objectives is already defined in this book and the objectives received their explanation. It is interesting that not a single of these objectives is economical. Nowhere is capital, plants, factories, means of production discussed and if they are discussed then they are not the important thing. Why did the prestige of economics fall and with it of socialism and Marxism?
The most general answer would be as follows: the transfer of ownership in those or other hands, in one or many is not able to change the principal conditions of life on Earth.
SOCIALISM AND CAPITALISM: SIAMESE TWINS
In 1988, during the writing of the book “Disciplinary Sanatorium”, I immersed myself in excerpts and dictionaries. I remember in the French dictionary “Petit Robert” I was struck by the definition of capitalism: “Social system in which the means of production, plants and factories belong to private individuals”, calmly told me the dictionary. It gave the impression that the definition belonged to Mr. Karl Marx. Since it is truly known that Marx wrote some articles for the “Encyclopedia Britannica”. I looked into some others dictionaries and encyclopedias. And everywhere, to my surprise, the definitions of capitalism were given in Marxism terminology. It turned out that for capitalism to see itself it had to look in the mirror of Marxism. There is no other mirror.
Keeping thinking, I already then noticed that both socialism (since Marxism is only a radical kind of socialism) and capitalism are oriented on property. Both systems are concerned with property and capital. Under capitalism property and capital belong, as it was already mentioned, to private individuals, under socialism, property and capital belong to the working people – hired workers, in other words the proletariat. Simple, isn’t it?
Pursuing this really elementary investigation, we learn, that before the apparition of Marxist radical socialism, capitalism did not call itself “capitalism”. It did not call itself anything, actually, because it was not yet a distinct social-economic system. The first “capitalists” appeared in England, Holland, North Italy – in Milan, but they did not consider and called themselves capitalists. They called themselves businessmen, merchants, manufacturers, factory-owners. They functioned in States with a monarchic regime. Kings could borrow from their rich, for instance, to wage a war, huge sums of money and never return them. (I intentionally simplify the exposition in order to simplify the comprehension.) The interdependence and alliance of capitals (the world of businessmen) and power happened at first in protestant States: in England and the United States. The emigrant and exile Karl Marx, a German doctor of Jewish origin spent the largest part of his life in England, in London, so to speak, in the epicenter of capitalism where he died and was safely buried in a London cemetery. His grave during all the 70 years of soviet power was respectfully visited by the soviet followers of prophet Marx.
Now let’s find out, what exactly had happened? Was there capitalism at all? In the second half of the XVIII century, when the British completely conquered India, they seized enormous treasures: precious stones, gold, became the owners of cotton plantations. It is precisely this looting of India that made possible (in addition to the skills of the protestant puritan ethic: labor and thrift) an unusual burst of the business activity in Great Britain. Treasures + raw materials. The robbed material valuables and the robbed raw materials made possible the industrial Revolution. Let’s recall that the first “capitalist” enterprises in England were weaving mills. What did the “Luddites” break, what did they destroy? Right, machines and more precisely weaving looms. Because the looms took the salary from the artisans-weavers. All this information was once provided by the soviet textbook on history. It provided it talkatively because it concerned the most precious and cherished: capitalism. Without which Marxism has nothing to do.
Marx was over-modern, super-modern. Even hasty. He described in “The Capital” a phenomenon that wasn’t present even in England yet. Only its elements existed. “The Moor” as the relatives called him for his olive skin, was by his mentality a black romantic. Isn’t the “Communist Manifesto” published in 1848 a romantic work? “A specter is haunting Europe – the specter of Communism…” Specters are present in romantic literature, the gothic novel is full of specters. I don’t intend to poke fun at the serious scholar-theoretician, whom Marx was all his life. What I want to say is that Karl Marx was too fast with his discovery of capitalism. In real fact capitalism as a social-economic phenomenon worthy of attention, appeared after Marx’ death. And in essence even later – after the success of the Russian Revolution, conducted under the flag of Marxism. It is then that the word realized: capitalism exists. Without the convincing success of the Russian Revolution all the activity of Marx, all his conventions, internationals (we know how this is done, 30-40 friends arrive from diverse countries of the world) – would have remained mice scuffling. As if not enough societies, organizations, parties were founded in the XIX century! Sometimes historians timidly grind out the words that Russia was not a developed capitalist country, that its proletariat was not numerous at the moment of the revolution. But, I mean, excuse me, The First Proletarian nevertheless happened, despite the rules, violating all the rules! And also happened in a country that Marx openly disliked, did not care for. Possibly because in London’s emigrant circles he always ran into the energetic, colorful Russian lord, the anarchist Bakunin. Maybe from his confrontations with Bakunin, from his wrangles with him Marx came up with his biting opinion about Russians: “A mix of the psychology of a slave and of the Mongol world conqueror”. Today many are taken aback by the fact that the first social revolution happened in not quite a capitalist country. Explanations appear that essentially, they say, the Russian Revolution of 1917 was a bourgeois revolution, however if its first stage – the February revolution was a classical bourgeois revolution, then in October the power was seized by a radical sect, similar to the Jacobins. We already know that all revolutions are made by misfits. Therefore the question, who did it, falls off. Under which flag did they do it – we also know. We are interested in the fact that Russia was not a capitalist country in 1917. The power belonged to the tsar, the social regime was called “autocracy” and the Russian factory-owners and merchants though they were wealthy, did not possess the power. The majority of the population consisted of poor peasants, period. A question appears: and what countries were capitalistic, that is, where did the capital rule, banking or industrial? An answer also appears: In Marx times there were no such countries on the globe. Neither in Lenin times. The steel-foundry combination of Krupp was important during the times of William I and William II in Germany, but Krupp did not govern Germany. And England, in which the industrial revolution took place, in the XVIII century, when India was looted and in the XIX century when factories’ and plants’ chimneys smoked all over the place, was a parliamentary monarchy. Capitalists did not rule it. That is, Marx ran ahead of time. And Lenin demonstrated the existence of capitalism as a social system. Since his Marxist socialism had to defeat someone. “We knocked down autocracy and capitalism,” the Bolsheviks said. They knocked down the autocracy but there was no capitalism.
In 1997, if I’m not mistaking, in the press-center of the Tretyakov Gallery was held a meeting with George Soros. The meeting of the capital’s society and the “Institute of an Open Society”, headed by this eccentric American philanthropist. We came there with Dugin, and both made an appearance, after signing up beforehand. Our presence and appearance was beforehand discussed with the Russian Soros helpers and Soros himself was informed: two dangerous revolutionaries will come. He could have said: “Lord have mercy, no!” But he said – let them come.
Oh, how animated he became both times when we appeared. He instantly wake up from some indifferent sleep, hauled himself in the armchair, seated himself straight, straightened his glasses, neatly putting them on his nose. He smiled, put out his ear. From the forty-eight presenters he was interested only in the opponents – both of us. Because all of the others presenters were favored by him, were either employees of the “Soros Fund” in Russia or intelligentsias who had received aid from him. Beside him was seated Peter Aven, former minister, head of the financial group “Alpha”. When I was talking I clearly saw – before my eyes a dead was resuscitated! The “Open society” of Soros demanded that people like me die out. But without an enemy it’s boring and disgusting and one does not feel like himself. Soros was happy that I was alive and from the second row, looking in his thick glasses I was telling him nasty things. The thick glasses, chopped, bad English language, potato nose of this capitalist-billionaire reminded me my first publisher – a Rumanian Jew David Daskal. In 1979 in New York Daskal decided to publish my first novel in Russian. Explorers and conquistadors, lippy, nosy, these guys differentiated only by the quantity of dollars they had earned. Conquerors from Eastern Europe, they came in the 50s to the Yankees who already got lazy, however, they easily passed them by.
But let’s return to socialism and capitalism. In his last book Soros – a philanthropist and financial man, and as people tell, a brave and aggressive speculator, who ruined Indonesia’s currency, an entire country, suddenly comes forth as almost an enemy of capitalism, states doubts in capitalism. (Unfortunately, of course, no citing of Soros’ book can be considered. Yesterday the chief of the isolation ward refused me a table lamp, for which I asked the permission to be brought me from outside.) In any case he declares himself enemy of the capitalism that formed in Russia. Simultaneously the philanthropist spends a wild quantity of millions of dollars (a hundred only on science!) in support of Russian scientists’ activities, in publishing of Russian textbooks that explain to the students how the word is made according to Soros. It is a person with a colossal megalomania, with the desire to impose himself on the world. And with huge money, which makes his desire realizable.
At the end of that press conference Soros made a speech. Doing that he looked at me. Because I, more impudent than Dugin told him that he is our enemy and we will fight with him.
Soros spoke like Zuganov. In his speech all the terminology was socialist, Marxist, like in the Petit Robert dictionary. Peter Aven smiled mystically and happily to the rhythm of his speech, his eyes glowing through the darkened thick glasses, the same as Soros’. (Here, mystically, like on some kind of order, the “Russian Radio” declared that Soros appeared on a press conference in Moscow today and indignantly waved the circular of the Academy of Science, which obliges the scientists to keep their secrets during contacts with foreigners.)
Still in 1993, balloting in the Tver region for the 172nd electoral district, I answered the questions of the electorate: am I for private property or against it? I did not answer by a short “yes” or “no”, but answered that I’m for the effective form of property. It is important that the plant, the factory make profits, so that the workers have a good pay and the government receives its taxes, and who the owner of the plant is, whether it is one man or a workers’ collective or auctioneers is indifferent. Still today I stand on the same position, in what concerns these gloomy, concrete (or old brick) blocks, usually located in the city’s outskirts, called factories or plants. In youth I gave away a part of my life, chopped, loaded, carried metals and ore into such blocks, so I know them very well. By his own will, in this heat, or cold, chemical stench and draughts, nobody would go there. Therefore what should be discussed is not the problem of property (to this mister in stripped pants or to these dozens of types in jeans does the business’ actions belong) but the problem of getting rid the human kind from this filth, which the factories and the plants are.
I wrote about ecology problems already in 1988 in “The Disciplinary Sanatorium”, I even foresaw the appearance of radical ecologist groups, which would protect their beliefs weapons in hands. Although such aggressive groups are not yet registered by the governments or the mass media I am certain in my foretelling of the future. Also I am certain that the question of the form of property of businesses, factories and plants, means of production, not only ceased to be revolutionary (I already mentioned above that nobody will go today under the slogan “Factories to the people!”) but also became a scholastic, meaningless question.
That is not surprising. Human mores always change. The laws of Manu punished by death for the unauthorized displacement of the boundary-mark stone. Today such problems are solved by an exchange of mutual insults at the rural administration, that’s all.
The confrontation of capitalism with socialism from the very beginning was a fiction, invented by professor Marx, on the base of the already present economic knowledge + a bucket of fantasy. In reality the practician, conquistador Marx needed a revolutionary class (or a chosen people, which is essentially the same thing). Since if you get yourself out of the desert, this is banal, and this action will not surprise anybody. But to lead an entire people from the desert – this is a feat.
It is clear that the proletariat, the hired workers, when it only appeared was badly paid and lived terribly. But it was also clear that this was a temporary problem, since all problems of this kind (more salary, more hours, quantity of working hours) – can be solved and are solved in the practice of relations. What helped the workers in the West to cozily settle in life was, actually, the “proletarian” revolution in Russia. It started to heavily press on the minds of the western employers and the governments of European countries. And they tried with all their forces not to drive the hired workers to extremes. Otherwise there would be a proletarian revolution.
It is interesting to compare the slogans of the French workers and the students in May 1968. The workers appeared under the laconic slogans: “40” “60” “1000”. A good style, which dissimulated an insipid boorishness, narrow views, when one sees only the edges of the trough. They had in mind the forty-hours workweek, pension at sixty years old and the minimal salary of thousand francs.
The students put forth truly genial slogans: “No God, no master!” “Be realists, demand the impossible!” “Forbidden to forbid!” “Imagination to power!”
Today when both Zuganov and Soros talk with the same language about property, when some transnational corporation is owned by so much thousands auctioneers, that it can be considered a collective property, the limits between socialism and capitalism do not exist. It never existed at all. As there was no capitalism and now there is no socialism. The intelligent “Moor” only invented the terminology. And the fact that Lenin had won under the flag of Marxism, well, what can one say, throw up one’s hands and say: a genial misfit who assembled a priceless human material under his command, he would have won under any flag. And another commentary. I lived in France a year and a half under the socialist Mitterand. The only visible difference between the two regimes consisted in the fact that under Giscard “Figaro” assiduously printed on the last page pictures of the just guillotinized criminals. Under the socialists a moratorium on death penalty was introduced and the pictures disappeared.
Another interesting fact. As it is made clear from the various memoirs published in the last years, it turns out that few of Lenin associates had read the first volume of “The Capital” to the end. Having learned this I was delighted, because I always suspected that they didn’t. These brain-burning computations of professor Marx were not needed to them, people of action. They needed an exciting, beautiful flag and a few slogans. What can be more exciting than a red flag?
Why did communist and socialist parties degenerate? Because they function with the same categories as the liberals, call for the same goals. But if our ideological enemies preach the productivity of labor, then it is stupid to preach a still larger productivity of labor. Besides, knowing for certain that it works better for them, with mechanical labor and productivity. One needs to preach something different, totally-totally different. The fraternity of people, freedom of man from mechanical labor. Sexual comfort. Right for war.
Charles Manson – a talented psychologist, insightful playboy with a prison experience caught the souls of his girls in this way: “Charlie undressed me and led me to the mirror. “Look at you, how beautiful you are, what stout, straight legs you have, what an oval, white belly… You were called to offer joy, any man has to feel happiness, immersing into you…” This is told by one of his girls, I think “Squeaky”. Charlie quickly assembled his harem, his commune. He was joined by difficult children of bourgeois families. Those who couldn’t get their lives straight, for whom it was hard to talk with their parents and even more so with the opposite sex. Charles Manson, although nobody taught him that, knew from God what to say to each one, to the most plain, how to greet her. They were all loved by him. “Charlie is love,” they said about him. They are still saying it now, 32 years later.
Manson worked simply – he used sex therapy. The sexual act served as the highest form of affection, served for the removal of tension and simultaneously united the collective of the commune with the most solid chains. There were a lot fewer men than girls in Manson’s commune, somewhere in the proportion of 1 to 5 or 1 to 3. The vulgar imagination calls these kinds of relations “fornication” or “orgies”, in real fact, when after a month or two the felling of novelty and unusualness of the happening falls down, the huge advantages of such an existence in the collective become apparent.
First of all there is no labor-consuming chase after a woman or chase after a man and this is a colossal relief. The chase after the female in the bourgeois society is accompanied by a series of false social rituals: expenses, false promises, preliminary encounters, in short, degenerated ceremonies that had lost their meaning. Both participants in the ceremony play social roles, torture themselves and the partner. Not only the spontaneity of the desire disappears, it is not a matter of desire but only of goal. In a commune everything happens by accident, spontaneously, all the caresses are allowed, there is no refusals. From there appears the sense of a profound satisfaction with life, a profound warmth. Everyone is loved by everybody.
A rich with big money but living in a normal commoner world would not buy him such bliss with any money. Multiple copulations, caresses and simply sleep, interweaving the bodies. The bourgeois dreams of this in a filthy way, saliva from his lip, the communard has this every hour, every day.
Let’s remember what the heresiarch Dolcino Torinelli preached – the character of Dante’s “Inferno”: “That in love everything has to be common and that one can without differentiation lay with all women, for which he can never be accused of adultery. Even if you lay with your sister, with your daughter”. This was preached in 1303. From this preaching to the commune of Charles Manson in California in 1968 through seven centauries passed a certain spark, tidings.
Note that in the medieval revolutions it is always a matter of the global liberation of man, bag and baggage, with the genital organ – the pleasure organ, liberation of the entire body. In real fact the socialization of wives is more important than the problem of property. Why did the sects preach the fornication or asceticism? Because they understood the importance of the body. It is later that the body will be hidden, pushed aside, outlawed. As for the splendid, healthy, unbridled Middle Ages they did not think by abstract numbers and computations of “The Capital”, the unique value of sexual comfort was understood by itself. Why, having seized an enemy city the soldiers looked for gold and raped women? Because sexual comfort is as precious as gold. The world – this was understood by the heresiarch Dolcino and the heresiarch John of Leyden – had to be organized in such a way that “one could lay without differentiation with all women”. 40 hours a week, at 60 years old on pension, minimal work payment 1000 francs a month – this is for slaves. But “to lay with all women” – for the special people.
With Manson, judging by the reminiscences, it was great. Charles itself strummed behind the partition. The tall handsome Bobby BeauSoleil made love with “Squeaky”, in the corners of the big rural house a few couples made love as well. Children crawled. The newly arrived guest was beckoned by “Squeaky” freed from Bobby. A peaceful evening.
The future should be something of the sort. Actually, the guards will return from duty: hang the machine-guns on the hooks, wash themselves, the girls serve them supper. One couple isolates itself, a threesome unites…
How much terror the adolescents experience, not knowing how to get together with the opposite sex, find themselves a pair. What torments, suicidal impulses. Years of solitude, violation of the mind, acne… But really, this should not be like this, nobody foresaw all of this… Love is a good, one has to get acquainted as fast as possible with love.
For those adolescents who did not get rid of virginity by themselves, at reaching 13 years old have to be imputed the mandatory loss of virginity. Because it is a burden, in real fact. Because love is a good, one has to get acquainted as fast as possible with love.
Arguments in favor of proximity.
If one is to look at the Russian family from the point of view of natality, then the modern family catastrophically does not fulfill the duty of natality. 4 millions of abortions per year, the population is decreasing by 500 thousands per year – those are the numbers of the “effectiveness” of live in families today. As from the point of view of sexual comfort, entering once in marriage, the man and the woman are condemned for all their life to see each other’s aging faces and to support the intimate closeness of each other regardless of the understandable law, long ago explained by sexologists and psychologists: sexual attraction passes after two years in average. The Russian family is a kind of a straight jacket and more precisely a belt of virginity on both woman and man. Only the common shabby property, mostly an apartment and the habit, keep the spouses together. And the fear of loneliness.
From the point of view of natality the Muslim family is much healthier than the Russian: according to the Quran the man is allowed to have four wives: each of them corresponds to one of the man seven-years age of the best natality. The Muslim family is much more fertile, it is populous, it satisfies the sexual needs, at least of the man, more plentifully than the Russian or the western family. But in a Muslim family, alas, the woman remains deprived of the joys of love. That is, the problem of natality is solved but the problem of satisfaction of the sexual comfort is not. Promiscuity (but in addition the introducing of the mandatory age of natality from 25 to 35 years) appears as the highest form of sexual communal living. Since sexual pleasure is not an importunate sin that was persistently banned from social life but a necessary condition of happiness, the indicator of the degree of happiness of life, the indicator of its quality. In a healthy society sex has to begin not later than at 13 years old, as already indicated, and in case of lateness one should be get ridded of virginity ceremoniously, in one’s birth day. The new civilization will allow all forms of sexual communal living, including the family (until the partners are joined by love) but will not encourage family.
Natality in a healthy society is the duty of the woman, as the mandatory military duty is the duty of man. However the education and the keeping of children should be brought out of the family. The best reproductive age of the woman is from 25 to 35 years old. In this age every physically and mentally healthy woman will have to give birth for the Nation no less than four children. If a woman has children before that – let her have them and give them to the commune. In this case a part of the duties for natality would be already fulfilled. The abortion, most often, is not the fear of the act of birth itself, but the fear of the following bleak years of keeping, raising and educating the child that here in Russia are lengthened in average up to a quarter of a century. Abortions will be banned.
The sexual comfort of the new natural relations of man and woman will rise society’ moral: there will be a lot less dissatisfied faces and suicidal voices. People will begin their sex life five years earlier and finish it later. Such new mores will contribute to the rising of the nation’s health. Today in schools such 13 and 15 years old “girls” sit on the banks, that the banks crackle from the blooming bodies. Their place is not on the banks – their place is in bed. The human kind has long ago come out of the cold caves, it lives in warmth, eats abundantly, so the children mature a lot faster. Girls should be quickly transferred into young women – let them copulate – the result will be striking. The result will not be the undermining of society but on the contrary – society will calm its neuroses. A feeling of satisfaction will appear, and energy. That ‘s been a thousand years that the Daos in China practice sex even in a very late age as a method of getting charged with energy. Western scientists recently managed to discover that a continuous and a lengthy sexual life in old age is possible as well and contributes to the preserving of health and longevity.
In Russia there is so much sleepy, unhappy, angry, suspect and drunken men and women principally because the people have an unhappy, short, shameful and insipid flesh life. One should not go out in the streets with the banners “Factories to the workers!” “Land to the peasants!” but with the banners “Sexual comfort to all the citizens!” and “Long live promiscuity!”
THE CITY IS AN ENEMY
According to Darwin and Marx-Engels, retold by soviet textbooks – the settled way of life, cultivation of edible plants in the fields, their harvest and use for food is the most advanced step of the “development” of human society, compared to the nomad, stock-breeding step of the development. To spite the soviet textbooks there is a more cynical and valid version of “development”. Settled tribes are a lot easier to control. In the very end of the 50s of the XX century it is precisely because of this reason that Khrushev definitively settled the gypsies, disregarding their national customs, vans and all the rest of it. As a boy, in 1955 or 1956, I recall, I had the chance to see in an oak grove in September a gypsy band. These were not today’s gypsies on little UAZ’s [car brand] wheels. But this was a traditional, witheringly beautiful, bigger than life band. Well fed, strongly smelling horses, tanned men in colorful silk shirts, in caps and with earrings, women in silk. After half a hundred years I distinctively see this, such a bright impression it was. After the war, life in Kharkov was not pretty, dark, patched clothes. And here – what a beauty! The gypsies, I remember, cooked corn and treated us, children with pioneer ties.
So: it was a lot easier to control settled tribes, therefore the feudal lords, surrounded by activists-commandos preferred to settle the tribes. You can’t run away with a field, it is with horses and bulls that it is easier to run away. (Though you can’t run far with sheep, as I learned in Serbia. If you stole a flock you will have to leave it because the sheep stop to nibble grass anyway, you might as well kill them.
If you, naturally, stole a dozen of sheep and ride an automobile, then it’s another story.) I believe in the cynical hypothesis of the power. Tribes were settled forcibly, to put them under contribution, to control. And accordingly to this limitation the villains-settlers adjusted themselves. The nomad stock-breeding had to be packed away (the horses, maybe, were left them very short, for plough), practiced pasture-stock breeding, cows, pigs instead of horses and also reorganized themselves, began more to cultivate fields and sow field cultures. If one is to think according to Marx-Engels, then it turns out that barley, wheat, rye are more progressive than meat and milk? Nonsense, rubbish!
Settling – played the same role that it played under soviet power (and continues to fulfill this role) the enslavement with an apartment. After putting the citizen on the chain of an apartment he can be easily controlled. And he was successfully controlled and is controlled with an apartment. In a country where there is snow and bad weather during nine months, each apartment is a warm ark in which the family sails across the storming ocean of life. A registration is already a kind of a writing document of enslavement.
One should foremost seek an explanation to these or others social or economic conditions of the past, explanations to the modifications of these conditions, in the power. Power, strength, aggression – created the world system in the past and create it now. And not the considerations of “progressiveness”, not the arithmetic of profits or the abstract criterias of “development’ or “backwardness’.
By settling the tribe on a certain land, the khan, kniaz, prince knew where to look for it when it came the time to collect the tribute: pelts, food reserves or young women. As for the nomad tribe – look for it, whistle it, where it went. In a certain sense the khan, prince, leader of the detachment was needed to the tribe as well: he realized the role of a “roof”, protected his tributaries from other princes or soldiers of fortune. The first cities appeared from the same considerations. The prince built himself a fortified nest – a castle, and the prince’s tributaries – foremost merchants and artisans settled next to its walls and even within them. And the peasants settled near by. That’s how the cities were formed. In the winter 1974/75 I saw the decrepit, medieval towns in South Italy, without developing into modern cities, they however served as a great teaching aid on urbanism. Usually a large castle, where, apparently, in extreme cases all the nearby population fled, a relatively small town, where the houses acquired with time some kind of a rockiness, the quality of cave residencies, so much they were melted together from time, then fields and vineyards. In concentric circles, receding from the core of the castle the population’s density diminished.
In this way, in its essence the city was directly the consequence of the power of the kniaz, the prince, the kurfurst, an object of possession and its population – the subjects on whom the power extended. Therefore initially the bearer of the power and his subjects, whom he protected, simultaneously exploiting them, were joined by criminal relations.
A hundred years later nothing had changed. The essence of the relations stayed the same. Protectorate in exchange for exploitation – this is what urban civilization bears with it. Only the details changed. The leader-thug, a strong aristocrat, with a brigade of commandos yielded his place to an elected thug with a brigade of administrators. (They are all today representatives of the third estate – the bourgeoisie) Distinct cities are already essentially states of really decent size (let’s recall that in ancient times the first cities-States appeared and existed in Mesopotamia and Greece. Ur, Athens, Sparta are known to us from childhood). Such cities as Mexico City or Moscow are simply gigantic States. A net of cities joined by communications form a modern State. (Communications are extremely important. In order to destroy Russia for sure, one has to destroy the single railroad net of Russia, the MPS [Ministry of Railway Transport], this is a lot more effective than to excite separatist feelings in the citizens of the regions.) Cities are inseparable from the traditional commoner civilization, the Bolsheviks did not understand this and in this was another failure of the 1917 revolution. In cities it is possible to live only by the rules of the past, in cities the past is collected and showed to all to see: churches, architectural constructions of the XIX century – all suggests inequality and unfreedom. And the suburbs – monstrous in their ant-bee essence, these kinds of concrete-honeycombs, in the mornings vomiting their human stuffing and in the evening taking it back inside – this is a completely unceremonious modern manner of slavery, the new serfdom. Apparently, the Red Khmers understood this, possibly, they did an awkward and bloody attempt, but at a time they liquidated the city of Phnom Penh. The city is the concentration of political power, economical power and police power, it’s not for nothing that the State insists so much on its registrations.
In mountains and woods you could not wave your registration so much. Cities as centers of pollution and ecological murder of the planet are a hated goal for ecologists as well.
Their remote goal is the dispersing of the population from cities. But for us, for the revolutionary movement the fight against the city has to be a prioritary goal. Cities as the main kind of human settlement (It is cities that dictate us civilization habits) have to be liquidated.
(Well, perhaps it is possible to use the large accommodations, such as theaters, museums, churches for the locating of the communes. Temporarily, of course.)
Cities in any case parasite the countryside. The thirty-million conglomerate Mexico City, the twelve-million Moscow don’t sow a single little seed and don’t raise a single hen. And they produce little, mostly they realize the governing and the control (well they also pour vodka there or bake bread from the raw product imported from the country-side). The city however is not useless – it is bad. It produces, as already mentioned: power and control. In the city-capital are concentrated all the systems of overpowering of the citizens: all kinds of polices, special services, systems of administrative control, political power of the country, its economical power – the banks. The Red Khmers took the revolution seriously: they liquidated the city. If it is not liquidated, all the revolution will be reduced to the poor moving in rich districts and the rich forced into the poor.
The mystical trinity: Russia – Moscow – Kremlin looks strikingly and explains a lot about city power. Russia is the only country in the world whose power (its core) is located in a medieval castle-fortress. All the three components are not interchangeable. (The West loved and loves to vary its communiques and information with the sentences: Kremlin said or Moscow said, having in mind once the USSR and now Russia.) After the revolution, having evacuated Petersburg, the communist power settled in Kremlin! They could not have invented anything worse. Dungeons, chambers, arches and vaults daily and accurately like consumption undermined the forces of the revolution. They had to found a new capital; if they needed it so badly, to build up Tatlin’s and Melnikov’s buildings. Instead the red commanders went to service in narrow, musty dungeons, in a museum, strictly speaking. But in a museum not only there is no revolution, there is no living life there. Recently, researchers established that even the color of the walls of the children room where the newly born spends the first months of life, later affects their temperament forever. I firmly believe in the fact that Kremlin’s little porches, dungeons and little lumps with all this woman’s carving affected the souls and actions of the red generals. They should not have put in Kremlin the new revolutionary power.
Or here is another thing on cities. In 1945, in April-May, after seizing Berlin they should have immediately made there the Empire’s capital city. And today everything would have been different. And there would have been enough work from 1945 until today to everybody. And the enthusiasm generated would have been gigantic. And Moscow should have been made a museum already in 1917. This is a horrible, ugly, depressing city without attractions, where old buildings are drawers and new buildings are mailboxes and parcels. (This is not Paris, I lived there on a simple little street, mentioned in a 1233 chronicle, on rue des Ecouffes!) Russian cities are as a rule an assemblage of frozen barracks and there will be nothing to feel sorry for them.
Kremlin was rebuilt by Pavel Pavlovich Borodin. Cushions, sofas, couchettes with chiseled legs on which the president sits. Like in the Elysee Palace, like at the Queen in London! A worker, vigorous, muscular president will not sit on a couchette with chiseled legs! This would be disgusting for him! Little couchettes are not traditions of statesmanship, they are traditions of the middle class, the only thing missing is a lace umbrella. In 1943, my mother going to the military plant plotted me, a baby, in a shell-box and moved under the bed, father enforced the table with planks. Just in case, the Germans flew so far as this area. That’s a tradition!
As for cities they are quickly overgrown with grass. I saw the demolished Vukovar, the smoking Sarajevo, Benders where on public places mines splashed like vomit, I saw the burned down Gagri where on a speedway, after ripping it open from inside, grass had grown to the waist of a man, I saw beaches of once elegant resorts, overgrown with grass to the very edge of the tide. Nature quickly conquers abandoned cities. I realize that I love destroyed cities more than living ones. And your generation will have to realize that destroyed cities are more beautiful than living ones.
Look into history, flip its pages. The very first act of the revolutions of the newest history is the construction of barricades. They destroy the pavement, tear off stones and block the streets with them. They stop the automobiles, autobuses, block the city with bricks. And also attack, rob, destroy and set fire to the city hall, administrative buildings, presidential palace, parliament, shops and warehouses. The crowd has a sure instinct. It wants to destroy the city – the citadel of the power, political and economical – the main cause of its misfortunes. The crowd is stopped by those who have plans for the city hall, the presidential palace. We will not stop the crowd.
In 1991, 1992 and 1993 it happened to me to visit hot spots as new local wars were called then and certainly will still be called. On the war with the Croatians in Vukovar (Slavonia and western Srem), in Pridnestrovie, in Bosnia, in Abkasia and in spring 1993 in Kninska Krajina, where as a volunteer I defended the front near the town of Benkovats. I wrote about these wars in military reportages, but wrote little because those years and the following years of the second half of the nineties were tense years of struggle. I was catastrophically out of time: I founded the “Limonka” newspaper in 1994, loaded the party on myself, so I didn’t have time for anything. If God gives me the minimum quarter of a century that are genetically due to me by inheritance (my father is now 83 years old) – I will write. I wrote best about the soldier profession in the essay “Dogs of war”, I intended to develop the positions of that essay to the size of a book, but I didn’t. Meanwhile I met in 1994 the famous king of mercenaries Robert Denar in Paris and in 1997 under adventurous circumstances I crossed the entire Central Asia with an NBP group in Tajikistan and there I had the honor to meet Mahmud Khudoyberdiev. If these two outstanding military commanders are to be added to the Serbian general Arkan, to the colonel Kostenko, to the general Radko Mladich, to the captain Dragan – the hero of Kninska Krajina, to the rebelled presidents Miloshevich and Karadjich, to others less known, but no less worthy military commanders, then you get a whole crowd of only military commanders. And how many officers and soldiers did I know!
On the basis of this knowledge, after thousands of man-hours spent with war people, a firm conviction had developed in me, that war is not the sin of human kind, not a vestige of the past, not a shameful instinct, but a legitimate powerful instinct of aggression, the instinct of heroism. I developed this theme in the book “The Sentinel’s Murder”. Referring to the work of the Austrian biologist Konrad Lorenz, I explained in that book (and later in the article “Dogs of War”) that a part of the man population of any country takes delight in war. Moreover military instinct is discovered often by accident, in people very remote in normal life from war, if they suddenly end up in a war. Some old teacher or a fitter turns out to be a frisky and enterprising commando. But all over the place opposite discoveries also occur: immersing into war, how many highest officers turn out to be absolutely not soldiers, moreover, hostile to the very military spirit. A man with a gun is not necessarily a soldier. A man with a gun and in a military uniform is most frequently not a soldier.
In Kninska Krajina fought for the first time, I remember, officers of the Yugoslavian Army, who had just went on pension at 60 years old and returned to the ranks voluntarily, when Kninska Krajina rebelled. The colonels Shkorich, Knyazhevich, the colonel Tanga fought great. In Kninska Krajina fought an adventurer who loved war, the talented fighter captain Dragan: a legend, a man who came from nowhere, either from Australia or Israel; it was only clear that he speaks Serbian and knows how to fight. He founded a school of military training, there, in Kninska Krajina, I was in his school and later, I recall, promised to transfer on the school’s account all the honoraries from my books and articles, published in Yugoslavia. There, in the school, young men and women wandered on the streets of the funny city, that they were going to seize, there in a T-80 tank turned the driver, who forgot which handle exactly to press. There, beautiful Serbians with splendid hips learned explosive skills and around wandered the soldiers, licking their lips… Dragan himself wore a kerchief and a cask on top of it. On his face he had an expression of quarrelsome insolence.
In Abkasia in 1992 I drove several times trough the positions of the Chechen commandos: “The Shamil forces” in the Low Eshers. I recall, they had on me the impression of a whole bunch of boys: all short, in black overalls, with black bandages on their foreheads, self-assured, with weapons hanging all over them. Like the “wild boys” from William Burroughs’ novel, I recall I thought. They were kind of photogenic and fresh, like on a fashion show. Only in 1995 Basaev became famous, it is then that the world learned and I learned that it is his people who fought in Abkasia. In Abkasia they were on the same side with our forces, for the Abkasians. The Chechens in Abkasia, Shamil’s forces had the same quarrelsome insolence on their faces like captain Dragan. Already then I thought – if I had this kind of guys! Now I am certain that we have this kind of guys, with a quarrelsome joyful insolence. In 1997 I found myself in Buddenovsk, I stood there for the pre-elections in the State Duma. Myself, I was based in the Kazak city Georgievsk but my representatives Irina Tabatzkova and Sergey Gromov worked on Budennovsk. They managed to make me come third in that city. The city was stuck all over with my leaflets. And boys ran on the streets with the “Limonka” newspaper. I was shown then traces of bullets from Baaev’s attack. On the gates of his house Dzhigarhanov showed me traces of bullets, a great guy, a Russified Armenian. Fate is a strange thing. I stood for election in a city in which Basaev killed and now I sit in a prison where the majority of the prison population is composed of Chechens – “terrorists”. On the bunk, covering his head with a sweater sleeps Misha Kuskov, he was transferred to me on the 22 May straight from the cell of Salman Raduev. So there are a lot of people around me with a high fighting instinct.
Raduev, tells Misha, writes in prison a book about his Kizliar operation. Raduev has a rosary, consisting of 99 little bones and he prays to Allah three times a day. In the morning, after the get-up, before food intake at noon and before the retreat call. Before the praying Raduev washes himself, three times the nose, three times the ears, neck, feet. (Even before the prayer Raduev goes to the toilet and also makes ablutions from a plastic bottle. In this sense Muslims are cleaner than our people). Then Raduev gets up on the bed, where he has already unfolded a green mat. He gets on his knees, makes bows to Allah and reads prayers, running his fingers over the rosary. Each time he prays about ten minutes. (I recalled that Geydar Dzhemal said to me in Kazan, for a Muslim the prayer is like the raising of the flag and the uniting of the armed community in precisely indicated hours of the day. Uniting.) During the reading of prayers Raduev exclaims “Allah akbar!” All of this happens in cell No 101. However he eats prison food without restraint.
Raduev has a wife and two children. According to Kuskov’s stories, Raduev’s book begins from the moment when he captured Kizlyar with his people and called Mashadov and asked: what do we have to do? Mashadov responded: “Salman, you are Allah’s warriors, go and receive death!” A great beginning for a book.
According to Kuskov, Raduev writes documentarily: such and such document number, such directive. Raduev was blown up eight times. Regardless of the fact that he had a dozen of completely exact-looking “Volgas” and he chose himself each time in which to sit. Once a fortuneteller told him not to go anywhere in a car. Raduev pushed her aside, the Chechens, supposedly are not used to believe in fortune telling. His body guard, a relative, said: “Salman, let me sit on the right today.” And sat. The bomb exploded under the seat. Raduev has his sport suit burned.
Raduev sleeps with a large band on his eyes, a glass eye, a remade nose, a beard all over the face. He became friends with Misha and even went to the isolation ward chief to ask that they don’t transfer him from the cell. Raduev lost his eye in the following way: He was driving a little UAZ with his staff, six persons in all. They were shot at by the OMON. They shot from the right. The bullet entered by the nose, then in the left eye and came out behind, breaking off a little piece of the skull and continued its motion.
The Chechen who sat behind Raduev was killed by the same bullet. On a high speed the little UAZ turned over. Those who remained alive ran away into the village. Raduev remained seated, holding the falling off part of the head. Only three hours later he was brought to the hospital. The doctor said: “he’s a cadaver!” But he did the operation. Meanwhile they buried someone, saying that Raduev died. On the funerals ceremony only Raduev’s wife knew that he was alive and that they bury the body of another person. As for Raduev he went to Germany. Where they assembled from pieces, put a titanium plate in the skull, a glass eye. In Lefortovo Raduev is taken every morning around ten o’clock to the investigator where he reads all the 126 volumes of his judiciary case on the attack on Kizlyar. Around lunch he is taken to the cell. After lunch they take him to the investigator again where he reads the case’s materials again. In the bath, Kuskov says, one can see that there is not a living spot left on Salman’s body. Raduev does not lose his heart, he even, to a certain degree, relaxes in prison. As outside his day began with him being brought a pile of requests from his subordinates – fighters from “Dudaev’s army”. “I request to allocate me 50 dollars for the replacement of the carburetor”, “I request to allocate me 10 thousand dollars because I want to get married”, and if you don’t, tomorrow half-Chechnya will know that this Raduev does not support his heroes-soldiers.
These sometimes-anecdotic details, give in actual fact an idea about the kind of people whom the Russian Army fights in Chechnya. Basaev, who gave the instruction to film on video the amputation of his foot, Raduev who spent several hours seated, supporting his skull’s top, have a high-quality fighting instinct. “Salman, you are warriors of Allah, go and receive death!” is a heroic sentence, notwithstanding that they went to receive death from our Russian soldiers. And they brought death and they bring it to Russian soldiers.
The mass media are not able to understand anything in guys like Raduev, Basaev, captain Dragan, like Arcan (recently died), like Kostenko (died in 1992) because the journalists live among commoners, are themselves commoners and they write for commoners. For the commoner, Raduev is a crackpot.
The Chechens are a small people, who made fighting instinct the principal platform of their national character. This is why among them fighting instinct is more often present. Their warriors are not only those who were born warriors, but Chechen society also educates warriors, produces them. Our society on the contrary tramples even those who were born with a fighting instinct. The society of the future, the civilization that we want to set in place of the sticky disgusting disgrace that happens on Russia’s territory would have to preach, propagandize, prefer and educate fighting instinct. Not to maintain a huge, lazy, sweating army, running for vodka across fences, but to create a possibility for the use of fighting instinct for those who were born warriors. How did I write it in the number 151 of “Limonka” in “I have a dream…?” That’s how I wrote it:
“Will we produce weapons? Of course, we will. We will wage wars. But not those like before, not front on front. Our people will infiltrate their territories, familiarize their people with our way of living and ideas and the healthiest and strongest among them will become our people, our nation. And afterwards our forces will invade and finish off those who disagree. We will need land. The frozen Russia was captured by the claws of uncreative stupid administrators, poor of spirit. We will have to leave Russia, to build a nest on the fresh central lands, conquer them and there put the start of a new unseen civilization of free warriors, united in an armed community. Roaming across steppes and mountains, fighting in southern States.”
And for that we will need in abundance people with fighting instinct. Those who don’t have it will do other things, perhaps less honorable.
The existence of such unordinary people like the Chechens or the suddenly broken out Iran revolution (that refuted in 1980 all the theories of “progress” and a united civilization) or the Taliban movement, or the suddenly armed forces of “God’s children” appeared in Burma, where the tiny twins Johnny and Luther – leaders of this children’s crusade – all this phenomena shout and scream: the world doesn’t want to be homogenous! It is not homogenous. The world was forcibly driven into shackles and blocks of the western civilization. Victories over the civilization of the greedy protestant ascetics (I just see these vampires in suits and hypertrophied Adam’s apples) are possible. There are victories, there will be more of them. We will demolish this ant-like cold world of submission, people with fighting instinct didn’t stop to appear on this planet.
Note: As I was in the process of the description of general Raduev’s stay in cell No 101, I was interrupted. I was taken out of the cell and as usual, hands behind the back brought by hallways to the investigator Mayor O. A. Shishkin. There I was awaited by my two lawyers and a few investigators. They took two samples of my writing, i.e. I wrote two dictations: in French and in Russian. Afterwards, in another office, a huge Kalmyk investigator conducted a confrontation with the accuser on my case, the traitor D. K. As I came in, I saw on the chair a broken boneless person from liquid clay. According to the Quran the first man was made out of clay. It was like there wasn’t a single bone left in him. He was like a worm. Not only he didn’t look on me. His entire body stretched away from me. To the side, up and to the right he was bend, taking the eyes as far as possible from mine. He would have liked I think to sit with a box on his face. The being that I saw can also be compared to a dripped candle. He gave false testimonies that exonerated his clay. With a dull zombie voice. He was, obviously, beaten and terribly scared in the city before his bringing to Moscow. And he became a worm, this myopic guy, who looked like an eternal student, on the first congress of the party he sat with a baseball cap. He wrote in “Limonka” bold, heroic articles under the pseudonym “Oprichnik”. And here is the oprichnik who lies, slanders the Party’s chairman, affirms, that I, supposedly, ordered him to find and to get a set of arms. The oprichnik spreads like a worm on the chair. Humanology is a science that doesn’t stop to surprise you.
Returning to my cell in the evening I continued to write about the general Raduev. And I was ashamed, even at a distance before Raduev from the second floor from the cell 101, I was ashamed in my cell 24. Ashamed for the worm oprichnik, who has his living eye in place, who didn’t have to support the top of his skull, half a night waiting for the doctor or death. The Fighting spirit of the Chechen turned out to be higher than the fighting spirit of the NBP member, and I am their general, of these boys. I accused myself, that I did not warn them beforehand that “our people” would beat them terribly. By night however, I calculated that we had a draw with the Chechens. Since my first month-and-a-half I shared my cell with a powerful psychopath, who intensely “nightmared’ me. Voluptuously he hissed: “You will curse the day you were born, they will kill you slowly, they will hunt you down, you will lick the toilet with your tongue…” I understood that he was promised to take off a part of his term. After he was removed I learned that the same personage was put to a Chechen with the family name of Frantzuzov, who was involved in the preparation of the bombings, where, in what city, I don’t remember, he, I think, was the one who brought hexagen. The psychopath succeeded in “nightmaring” Frantzuzov. After a night of scaring (the psychopath like a boulder) Frantzuzov signed a sincere avowal – a “cleaning”. So in the moral contest with the Chechens it’s the NBP that has won. Because I had supported the nightmaring, I didn’t break. This is all fighting instinct and fighting instinct guys. Already in the morning I, light hearted, came back to general Raduev, to the description of his life’s fragments from the words of my cellmate, because I calculated that on the fighting instinct in prison with the Chechens we have a 1:1 score. I think that the administration of the isolation ward will never put me together with Raduev, so that I don’t get acquainted with a tribe with a high fighting instinct.
THE TUNGUSKA METEORITE AND HUMAN SEMEN
The business of the Orthodox Church experiences a boom. The Patriarchate received from the State, and also won in courts and took from the “laypeople”: from organizations, from clubs, from factories and warehouses – its property. The RPC [Russian Orthodox Church] has property galore now. It became fashionable to build churches and chapels. I saw a humid concrete church even in the Soviet Zheleznogorsk-26. It is there now that they will take for processing, on the unique mining complex, graved in a rock (“We have an Eight world wonder here!” proudly affirmed to me the director of the GOK Zhidkov. “The pyramids take a rest!”), nuclear waste from the entire planet. A great place for a church. Next to hell.
However the fact that church constructions, return of the treasures, temples’ living spaces and icons are not at all accompanied by the religious activity of the population. The pike of such activity had passed in the beginning of the 90s, that’s been ten years that it had passed. Well, sure that on Easter and Christmas crowds of commoners flow to the Cathedral of Christ the Savior (not so many: according to police data 250-270 thousands in all Moscow churches), however the custom of Easter and Christmas goes beyond the limits of a religious behavior and belongs to the genre of entertainment activities together with concerts and soccer games.
Regularly leaders of the Russian Federation and Moscow, ministers and deputies appear in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior. Back in 1996 I attended, from curiosity, the laying of the CCS foundations. Yeltsin was supposed to be there, so six rows of frozen soldiers, police and special services guarded the fenced off construction site, this is apart from the fence. The guests were stroked over with mine-searchers like in a dance club – a shameful show. Possibly, today such authority visits to a church look less shameful. The authorities, in any case, had set up the church for their own needs, though they doesn’t quite get what profit they can have from these motions of theirs, like the appearance in a church on Christmas or on Easter. Do the voters-believers relate Putin’s or Luzhkov’s visits in church and the frequency of these visits with their civil preferences, when they hold the voting bulletin in their hand? In any case, the habit of a hypocrite coaxing of the elector by visits in the church here in Russia had resuscitated from the dead anew and took root. At first the leaders didn’t know how to cross themselves, now they wave their three fingers with ease.
This wouldn’t matter, but 2001 has come. XXI century. The century of Internet, aerosol bombs, and man is about to be cloned. Therefore Russia’s return to a near-eastern religion turned out to be late, ill timed. In normal days the churches are empty so it doesn’t seem that there is any return at all, it looks rather one-sided, residential-municipal… God lives alone in his lodgings… besides one can’t get rid of the impression that the sticky, hot near-eastern attributes of the legend about Christ look unconvincing in our country’s snows. Just as some kind of Isida cult, if our authorities decided for a reason to implant it in the frozen Russia. Christ, hanging naked from the cross, only in a loin cloth, the palm-tree resurrection (where do we have palm-trees? In restaurants?), sweat, heat, Roman legionnaires in sandals – all of this is an out-of-place exotica. It seems so bath-like. And what do we have to do with all this? I can’t overcome my estrangement from this myth of a climatically different zone. Indeed all these attributes are so foreign. Among the Magi there is even a Negro on the icons, so involuntary you think in bewilderment “a loin cloth, a palm-tree resurrection, a Negro, camels, why not a crucified Negro!”
It is known that the Christian clergy adapted the festive costume of a wealthy Roman citizen of the IV century AD period for church service. Therefore you can’t even reproach the patriarch, the metropolitans and the clergy of the Orthodox church that they, like big officials or big thugs, drive around in Mercedes and jeeps, and they have more and more guards. Like they adapted the costume of a wealthy Roman citizen, thus they adapted Mercedes and jeeps, that is, they behave in complete accord with the church tradition.
People thought so much about Christianity, fanatized so much around it, pondered so much about it, they spun it, turned, interpreted texts and analyzed so much that they exhausted it, wore it to holes. Only maybe the works of Karl Marx are comparable with the Gospels by the intensity of the interpretations to which they were submitted. Christ came to the world to expiate our sins – that is the base of the Christian building, the foundations. But we really don’t have any sins, what sins can have a whitish, kissel-like, composed at 80% from water, soft being, covered with a thin skin and sparse hair? Even if there are sins, let’s assume, (only before whom?) then we are all condemned to expiate them by our death. Death is our judge. And we wouldn’t avoid it. What has to do with that a yellow-skinned, bearded man in a loincloth on a cross? Why did he suffer for us? We inevitably suffer for ourselves anyway. Moral agents between man and death are not provided. No brokers and dealers and lawyers: bash for bash -sin for an indulgency… sinner or not – death will take its due. It’s another thing that Christ’s story is an impressive moral parable and a universal literature subject. Here everything is ok. But religion itself, i.e. proofs of the power of a Lord from beyond, the power of supernatural forces in Christianity is not that evident. The Aztecs or the Mayas who offered human sacrifices to the God of the sun on their pyramids, had more faith…
They brought us this bath-like (since sandals, sponge, a loin cloth – are requisites of a bath) fairy-tale in our snow visibly not so that we believe in it in the Beyond Power, rather with more utilitarian goals. Unwillingly I tend to the idea that Christianity was brought us from the West (just as later the Siamese twins capitalism/socialism) by A SOCIAL NEED. With political and police goals. And they didn’t even adapt it so much, stuck it urgently in the same “set” with the loincloth, the Negro mage and the legionnaires’ sandals.
Christ proposed to love his neighbor and to put the other cheek in case of a blow on the jaw. And when he expulsed the traders from the temple, then, from the point of view of order and European law he was right – traders have nothing to do in a temple. Once I heard from the screen of a French television a sacrilegious thing: the Paris archbishop (actually, by origin a Jew) calmly said: “From the point of view of Judaism, Christ died an orthodox Jew. Since the Synedrion didn’t excommunicate him. He was given to the hands of the roman authorities and he was subjected to their punishment.” Monseigneur said that and cast down his eyes.
Read again the Ten Commandments, remember them if you know them: “thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife…” In real fact the text of the Ten Commandments reminds mostly the Criminal Code, is general positions, as a first draft of the ancient CC. God the father who sent on earth these valuable indications through Moses possessed a general prosecutor’s mindset. And if one is to add to the Ten Commandments God the father’s indications about what to do if you were hit on the cheek and other rules of obedient behavior (but only among one’s own people, for the enemies, it speculates the reducing to ashes as minimum) then we get the commentaries to the CC.
Many people attacked Christianity. Nietzsche called it the religion of the weak and the despicable, but nobody attempted to look at it from a legal, police point of view. Christ even though he wanders with picturesque apostles and disconcerts the neighborhood, in real fact does not disturb the order, in the contrary enforces the order. He comes forth against corruption, money-grubbing, he clamps down on Judea, sunk in sin, especially the rich, calls not to forget about the poor and the destitute i.e. to provide social help. It’s another story that the roman secular rough power doesn’t need any concurrence. All of this becomes clear if one is to read carefully the Gospels.
Israeli archeologists recently admitted with regret that no, alas, archeological artifacts were discovered in biblical famous places, although intensive excavations were done during all the half-a-hundred years from the times of the creation of the State of Israel. No vestiges of the walls of Sodom and Gomorra, no crocks, no lances, no vessels. And in the Sinai desert, where Moses wandered for a long time with his people – nothing, and in the Ancient Judea – nothing. The professors Fomenko and Nosovsky must wildly rejoice to the admitting of the Israeli archeologists. Since it’s been a quarter of a century that they affirm that the biblical Jerusalem is in reality the city of Constantinople. According to their version all the biblical places should be looked for in Constantinople – the modern Istanbul. And it’s not by mistake that it’s Constantinople that the crusaders captured in 1204. They didn’t get lost at all and they didn’t deviate from the right itinerary on thousands of kilometers in order to, supposedly, punish the Byzantines for some offenses, it’s not the Catholics who got revenge on Orthodoxy. They arrived where they had to – to liberate Lord’s Tomb. It is in Constantinople that Christ’s grave is located, crucified in real fact eleven centuries later, in the suburbs of Istanbul on the mount Beykos. There is also a table. It is said on it in Turk: “Saint Yusha (Jesus)” The most probable date of Christ’s crucifixion is 1095 AD. Another possible version is 1086, affirm Fomenko and Nosovsky. The books of these two scholars is really great material for thoughts and doubts. The crusaders in 1204 came where they had to. And, time speaking, they came when they were supposed to, they weren’t late, since the crusades began already in the end of the XI century, just after Christ’s crucifixion. To suppose that the Europeans decided to liberate Lord’s Tomb after 11 centuries after Christ’s crucifixion is extremely unconvincing, what, the tragedy got to them only after 11 centuries!? Long before the awkward admitting of the Israeli archeologists, Fomenko and Nosovsky affirmed that in Palestine in “biblical” times and during the entire first millennium, up until the beginning of the Middle Ages there were no big cities. That Constantinople is Jerusalem.
One gets the impression that religions in general and Christianity in particular pursued the goal not so much to convince man in the existence of a Lord from Beyond, but, referring to the Supernatural authority had procurator goals: to frighten and to submit the wild, aggressive and chaotic human nature. Since the very fact of death’s existence practically unties man’s hands, anyway you’ll die, everything is allowed – they had to put over him a supernatural supervisor: “Behave, otherwise the last judgment and other horrors await you”.
A peasant fairy-tale was created: a baby, Mary, Joseph, Immaculate Conception, sheep, a bull and other characters of a puppet show. However behind the unbelievably simple fable dissimulated an entire ethical system of obedience. And the tale was made peasant since the major part of the audience on which Christianity counted were peasant inhabitants. Sheep, a bull, the carpenter Joseph – they understood that. It is extremely interesting, who did develop this effective fairy-tale after all? It can’t be that such necessary to the world means of unification, this perfect straight-jacket to human passions appeared by itself. In what knight castle, what collective of medieval philosophers, letters men, theologists and necessarily Public Prosecutors wrote the script of Christianity? There was not one Public Prosecutor there, it’s not for nothing that in the script such a fateful, mystical place is held by Pontius Pilate. Since he’s a procurator, that is, a Public Prosecutor. (The Ten Commandments without doubt already smell of concentration camps and Lefortovo fortress. It is still far – the fortress, but already appears in the foggy darkness of the centuries.) A scientific collective developed Christianity. An international one. The principal goals – to muffle man and to globalize the world – to introduce a single religion. I don’t doubt in my conclusions. Taking as a starting point the crucifixion of a little known Christopher in 1086 or 1095 (a rather usual punishment in those days), the international scientific body created a powerful religion. Later it was brought in our snowy lands as well. Since the subduing-police-like successful role of Christianity was already indubitable.
Today Christianity looks like a puppet show for retarded children. It is simply comical. Our time of the telescope “Hubble” and the decrepit rusty hundreds of satellites turning over the planet Earth and the close, just-just, human cloning reclaims a New God. A bit more complicated and a bit scarier. Looking through the “Hubble” on the rough stony sides of the planet, on the inexorable stone-iron universe; on the wild temperatures of the planets, on the graphics of the rotations of all this machinery, looking on the collisions, catastrophes and destructions; looking on the pictures of our green-blue round planet, seating on the thickness of rocks who hide melted magma inside the Earth, there is something to think about. The Universe, more precisely, all the volume of spaces and time known to us, is today way more mysterious than it appeared to the imagination of the most crackpot geniuses of the past. It also turns out that the Universe is constantly enlarging. Only to think to what point all of this is strange! Mad blocks of matter rush through ice worlds, nuclear explosions of suns burn with hundreds of thousands of degrees, all of this collides time to time, so that the burning giants of asteroids fly to pieces… And on the green-blue planet Earth the patriarch Alexiy The Second seats on a chair, and many hundreds of kilometers down under his chair burns magma. Even if man will clone his fellow men soon and in unlimited quantity he will not be able to comprehend the sense of man. There will be a mechanical reproduction of some genetic versions of man, but why are we sent to crawl like bugs on woods and cities – we won’t know. Gurdzhiev affirmed, remembers Uspenski, that human kind exists to feed the Moon, on distance. And he gave to this, really mad affirmation, a rational cosmic explanation. In Severodvinsk lives the engineer Kovalevsky. I never met him but he sent his scientific manuscripts to the newspaper “Limonka”.
It talked about… the control over human kind by cosmic extraterrestrial civilizations, about clusters of energy that govern us, those like “Christ” or “Brahma”, about cosmic invisible copied ships, to operate which Kovalevsky was ready to teach human kind. At first I decided that the engineer from Severodvinsk was completely mad, but after reading more carefully, I discovered with fright that this could be. That this could be like this too. Especially interesting seemed to me the promise to train man for flights on copied, hovering somewhere ships – pieces of plasma and that Kovalevsky promised to train man to do without food. I sent members of the Severodvinsk department of the national-Bolshevik party to the engineer, but they didn’t get a contact with Kovalevsky.
Man doesn’t know anything. He only uses the miracles, but he didn’t get to the essence of the miracles. He uses electro-energy, energy of the split core of uranium, but the mysteries of these energies he didn’t discover, didn’t understand. Therefore he needs God. But a bit more complicated and a bit scarier. Wrapped up in the cocoon of atmosphere, the Terrestrial Globe quietly bears human kind until a precise, but also designed for chance inexorable mechanism of the universe doesn’t smash it to pieces together with the cocoon and the planet-bearer. What Christ, sponge with vinegar, lance can express man’s confusion before his insignificance, shabbiness. A sponge, vinegar are objects more from the show “Duty Unit” or “Road Patrol” – a requisite of the everyday murder by bums of their own comrade, they just tortured him a bit…
Maniacs feel man’s mystery, and in their, of course, manner, try to solve it, pitilessly ripping a meat doll, possibly look for the soul, look for the meaning and each time are disappointed. Just like the natives from Fiji Island, who discovered that God – the captain Cook – bleeds from the stone they had thrown. There is some solution to the meaning of man, to imagine that we hang around here in vain each his term would be awfully bitter. Obviously, we, alas, are not the principal in the multiple gigantic worlds, as it seems to human kind, seemed until now. The head of it all, the Leader of world order cannot be only a god of men, what a specialization! And man cannot be such a God’s favorite pet so that he jealously, without leaving from sight, watches his morality. The God of an incalculable quantity of worlds, cold, rough, stone-metallic and inexorable, has to have the shape of some planet Saturn, scary and remote. And indifferent. When I want to pray, I admit, I imagine myself ice worlds, black holes, spaces of light years, rough sides of scary planets, all this revolving cosmogony, and I pray to Saturn. Also it is good to pray to the Tunguska meteorite – a part of the universe. The Muslims, who pray to the black meteorite of Kaaba are closer than us to the truth…
And if man needs so badly HIS special GOD, for men, then he should pray to human semen. That’s where the miracle really is, the only miracle of life. It doesn’t have to be falsified, it is each time Rebirth, Immortality. Dropped semen in the lap of a woman – happens the miracle of mans’ creation.
Smeared like Disneylands multiple houses of God are empty, only fat servants make invocations there. Actually, there are always unthinking souls, ready to accept these invocations for contact with God. In a simple computer today there is more mysteriousness than in Christianity. If fat, Moscow women, soft from the buns, ate by them in unrestricted quantities, crowd in front of the entrance to the CCS with Easter cakes, then what right has the national-Bolshevik to linger there too?
Thinking about the mysteries of the universe, imagine yourself the rough sides of the gloomy planet Saturn. Pour your semen in a young woman natzbol and a Human being will be born. Was anything ever born from Christianity, from the Church? Nothing, ever.
Our God is the planet Saturn. Bear on your chest a piece of meteorite. Trust the engineer Kovalevsky.
REVOLUTIONS, GLOBALISM AND SEPARATISM
It would be appropriate to begin with the affirmation, by which lecture 17 ended (before the note).
That the world doesn’t want to be homogenous. That the civilization of greedy protestant ascetics, vampires in suits, with huge Adam’s apples under the ties, can be killed and dismembered. Specification about the ascetics-vampires. The most aggressive and bitchy, sorry, in the coalition of Superpowers-punishers, tortures of Iraq and Serbia, are Great Britain, the United States and Holland, all three – protestant countries. Among these three, actually, by angry aggressiveness Holland should be put first, because it is the one who always tends the hand first to the UN and NATO, when it is a matter of bombings and new crusades against the differently-thinking countries – “outcasts”. (It was always like this, actually, the largest forces of the Waffen-SS were Dutch voluntary divisions). And Holland also at a time became one of the first protestant countries of Europe, the first to be overtaken by Lutheran reformism.
It happened several times to me to be in Holland, my permanent publisher Joos Kat lives there, owner of the publishing company “Wereldbibliotheek”. I came to Amsterdam about four times and once lived in Antwerpen. Holland is precisely a country of lean, fatless two-meters-high vampires. The living ones in Holland are only the buzzed-up-coffee Indonesians, whom they inherited from the possession of Indonesia, islands of exotica and spices. In actual fact Holland is a railroad stage between France and Germany across Belgium, along the boring coast of a gray sea. In Holland 20 million of vampires live behind the protection of a concrete-laid coast. It is amazing to what point history, the past, rules today’s world! You would think, well the smart adventurer Christopher Columbus went into his trip, after forcing a financial support. And this trip would have remained only a fact of navigation, of geographic discoveries’ history. But from the New World Columbus brought, without knowing it, a venereal disease of annihilating strength – syphilis, and syphilis changed the behavior of Europe’s residents, in first place, those who lived close to the coast. And Holland is the closest you get!
I said that the world doesn’t want to be homogenous. Those countries that are profiting from the established order of things (from globalism as today is called the capitalistic international of western countries headed by the USA), those, naturally, proclaim the modern civilization the crown of the creation. The wealthy Europe and its Space-colonies (that is, the countries where expatriates from Europe landed in search of space – land for living, and from where they banished, or slaughtered, or forced into reservations the native population) USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Israel – after transforming themselves into a fortress they buy raw materials and products from the rest of the poor world for peanuts. For these bosses of the world -it is perfect, this order of things, they like globalism. But another thing is that a huge quantity of non -European countries doesn’t like this world order. This order of things doesn’t please maybe 150 countries of the world and pleases only 30 or about that, countries, those who are called highly developed, vanguard. What, by the way, does the naked and bald narrow strip of land along the North Sea, called Holland produce to be called highly developed? Nothing or almost nothing. It lived a few centuries on account of the exploitation of its colonies – exotic hot lands. Even now it has a piece of Guinea in the North of Latin America. Also other countries of Europe pay it for the exploitation of its harbors.
But let’s come back to the dissatisfied. All of Africa, a huge part of Asia and Latin America would like to redistribute the world anew. But the military advantage of western countries is so stunning that even timid dreams about redistribution terrify. And also when you have before the eyes the sad fates of Iraq and Serbia. And at the same time the idea of an absolute necessity of a world revolution, a rebellion of the entire world with the goal of casting off the yoke of the insolent Europeans is always present. If it happens, first of all, naturally, the Space-colonies will be absorbed by neighboring peoples. The Mexicans will flood the entire South of the US, Australia will receive hundreds of ships with Asian migrants, no matter if it wants this or not. The prerequisite for a world revolution and reconstruction on a planetary scale exists. There is enough hatred for the Yankees and the Europeans. There will be enough human resources. What one needs is a happy chance, and better it would be that someone prompted this chance. Sets fire to the first match. A frontal world war of the countries-outcasts’ coalition against Europe and the Yankees cannot be won. But the Senegalians already were in Paris and our Kazaks too. At times during quiet prison evenings my imagination draws me the picture of some hundreds of thousands Mexicans and as many Turks arrived to London and Berlin. And although it is usually cold in Lefortovo within the thick walls, I’m getting warmer.
Now let’s take a look at the situation within Russia. There is in our country such groups of society who are completely satisfied by the established state of things and these are in the first place the 30 ministers of the Government, the 450 deputies of the State Duma and the 190 deputies of the Union of federations. This is, obviously, huge governmental machinery, formed in an overwhelming majority from a hereditary Soviet bureaucracy. This is that part (and not small) of the bureaucracy, which managed to get hold of the country’s wealth. Satisfied by life are more or less some millions of power-structures employees because they are cared for by the authority. Mister Putin, actively using national demagogy, reconciles for now the high rating percentages of the population, apparently some tens of millions people with the authority. In words, it has to be underlined, only in words, because to reconcile really he doesn’t have the means for this. The pensioners live scantily – the stronghold of the Russian electorate, civil servants live scantily: teachers, doctors, Russian militaries terribly risk for pennies and obviously hired workers live scantily, occupied in a dying industry, in heavy industry, those 17 or 19 million of people, whom professor Prigarin was talking about, you remember. Besides not all can be fed with extra hundreds rubles. As it is already clear form the sum of ides presented in the lectures – the most oppressed part of Russia’s population is the youth. It is possible to buy it, but not with money, simply to move aside, to give it power. But no less than a half. But the formed cast of bureaucracy, the governers (the “corporative system” according to Sergey Morozov’s terminology in the research “Conspiracy against the peoples of Russia today”) cannot go for it. Such a concession of half the power will leave millions of functionaries out of work. This will be a death sentence to the entire System.
Meanwhile, it’s been a long time that the blood in Russia’s veins wasn’t renewed. And blood has to inevitably be renewed. Mao bled China, let’s recall after 17 years (Stalin, by the way, also after 17 years, if one is to take Kirov’s death as the starting point). The renewal of blood in the veins of the entire country, simultaneous and general is called Revolution. A revolution is not an abnormal phenomenon or negative as we are being intensely suggested now by the Vampires-preachers, who squelch their Adam’s apples and sport sweet smiles. A revolution is a natural and desired phenomenon in the life of a nation. When it is absent for a long time – one should be worried. Revolution is a healthy phenomenon. After it always comes an explosion, a burst of life in the country. A bloom. Russia before the 1917 revolution behaved herself and looked like the decrepit India. I happened to see this especially clearly when, living in Paris, I discovered on the attic of one of the apartments where I lived, about two hundred kilograms of old, early XX century illustrated journals. There were pictures of exotic countries, including Russia, Turkey, India, China. With great difficulties, only after reading the small detailed inscriptions under the pictures one could define who is who on the pictures. The same Astrakhan hats on the guards of the rajas, sultans and the tsar. Pompous theater uniforms of the nobles, beards, horses, carriages, sabers, epaulettes and port-epees of the monarchs. And the French illustrated journal didn’t not in any way singled us out, Russia, from the colonial marvels, nearby naked natives stoke fire with flints, or grown with beard to the navels, seated like skeletons on the banks of the Ganga. The 1917 revolution brought wild misfits to power and for a short time they rejuvenated Russia. Only because of that, on the rests of their wildness we ended up in 1945 in Berlin and raised the flag above the Reichstag.
Today Russia acutely needs a revolution. The functionary unfertile crust covers the fertile depths of the Russian people, where are hidden deposits of talented misfits. But the crust has to be broken, ploughed over, ripped open by the plough of the Revolution. In order to overturn and to cast down completely the upper petrified dead layer. To plough it deeply and forever. There is enough of socially dissatisfied people in Russia. There is enough of hatred towards the power owners. There are human resources. The waifs alone are 2.8 million.
Revolution is of the same ancient origin as power. Revolutions always happened. In ancient China alone were hundreds of revolutions. The last before the 1911 revolution, “the boxers rebellion” was an overwhelming large-scale revolution. One can talk about the revolutions of Cyrus and Cambyses epochs. Revolutions differ from coup d’etats by the fact that during the coup d’etat only the monarch (or president, in short, the leader of the country) is liquidated, displaced with his group of ministers or associates surrounding him. As for in a revolution the entire old political class is forcibly removed from power and its place is taken by new people. One can talk, in this way, entirely legitimately about the revolution of Peter I, although he was a legitimate heir to the throne. But he brought to the power a totally new class, he created his new elite from foreigners, commoners, offspring of impoverished aristocratic families. There exists a “theory of the elites” of Paretto, according to which the new elite is born next to the old and for some time exists like this, ready, waiting just an occasion to take the place of the old elite. The theory of the elites sounds like music of celestial spheres to the ears of the resolute misfits. But even more pleasant would be for them to understand that a revolution is not such an exceptional phenomenon in social life. Even in Europe, in its newest history, even if one is to take the most important European countries, revolutions were more a rule than an exception. In the XVII century, we know, the British Bourgeois Revolution was carried out, then the puritan bourgeois got to the power. Afterwards was the revolution, also bourgeois, of 1776 in the United States. Then in 1789 the great French Revolution broke out. In the XIX century in Europe that was all that was happening, revolutions. The anarchist Michael Bakunin participated in 11 European revolutions! In France alone there were: the 1830 revolution, 1848, revolution of the Parisian Commune of 1870. In 1848 in Vienna a Revolution had temporarily won, there were revolutions in Berlin, in Saxony, in Italy cities, but didn’t win. The XX century gave a vast quantity of revolutions: in 1911 – in China, in 1913 – in Mexico, in 1905, in February 1917 and in October 1917 – in Russia. In 1918 – a revolution in Austria-Hungry, an attempt of a Red revolution in Germany, in 1922 a successful fascist revolution in Italy, in 1923 – an unsuccessful attempt of a national-socialist revolution in Germany. In 1933 the national-socialist revolution in Germany won. If one is to add to this list the 16 European countries in which even before the Second World War came fascist or semi-fascists regimes (Croatia, Slovakia, Spain, Hungry, Rumania, Poland, Portugal, Latvia and others) then we get quite a quantity of revolutions.
And after the war they didn’t stop from happening. In 1948 the Zionist dream triumphed – Israel appeared, in 1949 the revolution in China finally won. And how many revolutions in Arab countries, in Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Cuba, in Africa!
In 1991 a revolution with democratic intentions happened in Moscow, which had destroyed the USSR. And even afterwards occurred the so called “velvet revolutions’ in eastern Europe countries, in Hungry, Czechoslovakia, Poland, Rumania, Bulgaria, East Germany, and in the last decade – separatist revolutions inspired by the West in the countries of the Yugoslavian Union. One can, as a result of even this rapid overview, acknowledge that for the last two centuries revolutions became a normal way of changing the State regime in the leading modern States. If one is to add here the recent Croatian, Slovenian, Muslim (in Bosnia) and Albanian revolution and also the separatist revolutions in Nagorni Karabakh, in Pridnestrovie, in Abkasia, and the revolution in Tajikistan, then no one can call those who dream of a revolution fruitless dreamers.
But after the revolution? How will the planet look? This question is already being given an answer by distinct elements of the modern reality. Extremely interesting are the processes taking place in the United States of America. The USA are considered a politically backward country, where the left oppositional political parties from the times of Edward Hoover and senator McCarty are under the control of the FBI, infiltrated by agents and therefore lead a shabby existence. The extreme right-wingers in the United states were less disturbed, up until the end of the 60s the Ku Klux Klan didn’t have any big problems, in a certain degree the State left alone the various radical religious sects and right-wing groups, who huddled up in the wild of the outlying states in order to live according to their right-wing ideas, Thanks to the traditional kindness of the American federal authority to the right-wing radicals, reliquary vestiges of the already extinguished in the entire world armed communes and religious formations survived in the mountains and the deserts in America. Another interpretation is also possible: that the increasing disgust with the American mercantile civilization prompted an entire generation of American right-wing rebels in the 80s and the 90s in the wilderness, in order to live according to the laws they had established for themselves. In all probability the tradition of escape from civilization and unjust power never died. Today it is June the 13th and on June 11th in the federal prison of the state of Indiana was executed at 16 hours 14 minutes by three shots of a deadly injection Timothy Macway – a young guy, a marine infantryman, participant in the war against Iraq. Rewarded with six decorations and medals Timothy Macway was executed because he blew up, filled with disgust for American civilization, the business center in Oklahoma City. 168 people died. Timothy Macway was judged sane and the bloody fury of his action only underlines all the importance and the acuity of the on-going struggle. The thing is that by his bombing Timothy Macway wanted to get revenge fro the destruction in 1993 by FBI agents of the headquarters of the sect “the David Branch”, whose leader was Macway’s friend – David Koresh. Then (CNN showed the storming to the whole world) while storming the refuge of Koresh’s sect in the desert state of Utah, the FBI simultaneously employed tanks and helicopters, in result over 80 people died. It is precisely to live freely, that the armed community of Koresh moved away in the wilderness of the Utah state. Later many unattractive details appeared in the story of this siege, for instance the fact that Koresh and his people agreed to give up their weapons and to go out of their fortress, but the FBI broke the promise and shot them.
Both Koresh and Macway fell in the fight for freedom, the right of the Americans to be left alone if they don’t break federal laws. However the American State doesn’t want to suffer armed weirdoes in its home anymore, outcasts huddled in the mountains. A war is even declared on the traditional Mormon sect. In May of this year a fifty-year old Mormon from the state of Utah, who became famous with the bloody siege of Koresh’s sect in 1993 was judged for polygamy. Father of three-dozen of children, husband of five wives, he was given an exemplary 20 years of prison confinement!
Obviously persecutions of sects didn’t begin yesterday. Left-wing sects are persecuted since a long time and very harshly. The entire world knows the notorious strange and bloody story of the supposedly poisoning in Guyana (North of Latin America, Guyana is divided between three countries: Britain, France and Netherlands) of the entire sect of a certain Jim Jones, black sect preacher, in 1980. At the time, in Jones’s camp bodies of over 200 sects members were discovered, supposedly the deaths were a result of cyanide poisoning. Supposedly, Jim Jones forced the sect to drink the mortal poison, forced everybody, including women and children. With time however, a great quantity of evidence was collected of the fact that the “self poisoning” has been in fact carried out by the FBI, in order to prevent the sect from immigrating to the Soviet Union. Jones’ sect, a few years before that, moved to Guyana from California because of persecutions by the FBI. But in Guyana the “compatriots” didn’t leave them alone neither. Each morning above the camp of the eccentric sect members, people heard… the hymn of the Soviet Union and a red banner crawled on the flagstick. Jim Jones visited the USSR consulate, hurrying the emigration… The FBI couldn’t support this.
Then came the turn of the Right. So Timothy Macway is not a senseless mass murderer, how the Yankees want to make him look, but a traditional fighter for the American freedom to live as one wants to. The hatred to the federal government is one of the traditions of America.
In France as well, citizens’ freedom is trampled. Just recently a law was introduced to the national Assembly, which forbids sects’ activity. If a sect leader breaks the prohibition, he risks up to five years of prison confinement. In France there are now 170 sects registered.
From the presented facts the tendency of the repressions of the globalist civilization is clear: all different faith and thinking is pitilessly forbidden and knocked out. The crusade against sects has for is goal to stop the religious process, not to let new forms of religiousness appear. (I recall that on the demonstration of the 26 May 1976 in New York against the “New York Times” newspaper my friends emigrants and I found ourselves near the members of the sect of the referent Mun, also protesting against the policy of the newspaper. The Muners proposed us then to fight together, but we neglected their appeal.) The radical right-wing parties of Russia for the last ten years one-sidedly avowed their ardent love for the Orthodox Church. Apparently they thought that the situation obliges, and the very conservative reactionarism of their views chose the Orthodox Church as their partner. But the smart fat old RPC [Russian Orthodox Church] chose the Power as a partner. And she didn’t even nod in ten years to the radical parties. One could say that it is an extremely stupid politic – to swear faith to a fat old woman, who doesn’t want you, guys.
Unfortunately, the NBP during the first years of its existence declared its loyalty to the Orthodox Church and the refusal of sects. In a range of cases there were even actions of NBP members against some sects. Also skirmishes happened between our party members and sect members in some regions of the country. Personally, I always frowned, where I learned about such actions. Today it is not enough to frown, today such policy appears as totally false. It is all clear with the RPC, it took its place next to the boot of the power.
On the contrary, the power, and Russian as well, persecutes sects just as pitilessly as us because the power doesn’t distinguish between religious and political different thinking. We are all for it organized criminal societies of outcasts. It is natural, in this manner, that the outcasts hang out with outcasts and fight together against a same enemy. That is, the radical sects and we are naturally allies. Sects members are usually disciplined, fanatical, well motivated, are far better allies than the political parties of Russia. (We already saw these ones: gramps and grannies!) Even our initial position as a revolutionary party had to push us away from such a conservative, reactionary organization as the Orthodox Church. (Dugin influenced us, therefore we swore for too long our unnatural love for the Orthodoxy.) All the enormous advantage of appearing as a single front with the sects should be clarified to the Party. The fact that it is profitable to us today to appear with them in a single rank for religious and political freedom. We abruptly change the party policy in relation to sects. We need to welcome and to draw in, to exchange experience and methods, and to fight together.
(In the future we should introduce certain rituals in the daily life and practices of the party, possibly to borrow them from the rituals and practices of religions and sects. Thus, we should consolidate the Union – the community of all NBP members in time with a common symbolical ritual, kind of a prayer or a mediation, executed at the same time, daily, in a particular pose, with the pronouncing of a text, let it be something like the warrior prayer of NBP. So that party members wherever they may be, knew that at this moment all the party members in the same pose pronounce the same prayer. “I, NBP warrior, salute the new day and in this Hour of Uniting of the Party I am with my brothers! I feel the powerful strength of all the brothers of the Party, wherever they may be now. Let my blood flow into the blood of the Party, let us become a single body. Yes, death!” Something of the sort, maybe clearer and more mystically.)
Differently thinking religious and political groups (The globalists had already called us “outcasts”, so let us use their happy terminology.) of outcasts have to understand that they can reach the biggest success, by developing each one its individual fight as a separatist force. And obviously helping each other. They shouldn’t waste time and strength on the creation of a common-for-all project of an ideology and the creation of a single global opposition to globalism. One should attack already today, with what we have. Here the front is held by a sect, here by a party, here are the Taliban, here the Jehovah’s witnesses, here regional separatists, here green ecologists, and here workers, who accidentally established in their mine the dictatorship of the proletariat. I don’t know on what bases were built the coalitions who organized the public demonstrations against globalism in London, in Prague, in Davos in the last couple of years, but apparently like on those I had just presented. Although I have the impression that the international of anti-globalism was nevertheless solely left wing, without the participation of right-wing forces. But the right-wing forces and the religious outcasts-sect members have to be drawn into the anti-globalist revolution as well. Can there be doubts about this?
Until now the strategy of the NBP was as follows: gradual accumulating of strength, lengthy party construction in all, if possible, regions of Russia.
And the result of the party construction will be a powerful all-Russian party machine. And this machine in the day and hour X will carry out a classical revolution. Either peaceful, like the national-socialists in 1933, through the will-expression of the propagandized citizens-electors. Either it will carry out a Lenin-type revolution on the model of the events of October 1917. However, already after three years of our existence, by the end of December 1998, after two refusals in a row of the Ministry of Justice to register NBP as an all-Russian party, we were left without doubts that this lawful and legal way for NBP was illegally blocked by the power.
In 1999 we were forced to acknowledge the unsoundness, the delirious dumbness, the total lack of any strategy of the two most radical organizations of the opposition. At first, in January-February we were betrayed by our ally from 1997 – Viktor Anpilov and his organization “Working Russia”. Between us a triple agreement existed, that with “the Working Russia” and with Stanislav Terekhov’s “Union of Officers” we would go to the elections in the State Duma in December as a single bloc. (If we didn’t have registration, then we had a real youth organization.) Anpilov took with him to his bloc a battered adventurer, supposedly, Stalin’s grandson, called the bloc “Stalin’s”, betrayed us, and didn’t collect in the elections even a single percent of voices.
In summer 1999 we didn’t succeed to agree with Barashkov on the subject of common participation in the elections as a complement of the bloc “SPAS” headed by the LDPR member Davidenko. Barkashov’s greed and vanity, arrogance and megalomania prevented the union of the nationalistic forces. (Although, in truth, I was never enthusiastic about our country’s nationalists.) The rest was finished by the power. Under the joined efforts of the Ministry of Justice and the Central electoral commission the bloc “SPAS” collapsed. And already the next year the Russian National Union disintegrated. We, the NBP, were left alone.
The party transferred the burden of the struggle into the CIE countries, took up the defense of Russian interests in Latvia, in Ukraine, in Kazakhstan, however the strategy remained the same: party building, amassing and saving of the moral capital – favor of the oppositions’ elector. So that the opposition elector would vote for the NBP in the future, and not for the KPRF. The next logical step after Anpilov’s betrayal, Barkashov’s bad whim and RNU collapse, i.e. search and finding of new allies, we didn’t do then. After the III all-Russian congress of the Party in February 2000 we attempted for the third time to register NBP as an all-Russian organization and again received an illegal refusal.
NBP has from now on to orient itself on the alliance with all anti-system society groups: including those of a separatist kind. As it was mentioned above we will hold the revolutionary front, if necessary with Jehovah’s witnesses as well as with the Taliban. And if we are to create the National-Bolshevist Empire (we don’t reject this idea) then it will be composed of free, armed communes of citizens, sects, national groups and not the general-provinces of fat pigs and criminal cities, their “capitals”. That is, if before we came forth against local separatisms, then from now on we will support them, the political and the religious ones as well. Finally, having overcome globalism we will then win, I think, the competition of separatisms. Easily. Since our ideas are more universal. And so: the international of separatisms is the empire.
Obviously, there are no two similar revolutions, but it is useful to remember the experiment of the most classical – the French one. The first French furious republic (without a president, thanks God!) existed from 1789 to 1799 – ten years. Afterwards Napoleon Bonaparte was an imperator from 1799 to 1815. Then the First Restoration occurred, from 1815 to 1828 reigned a certain king Louis XVIII, Bourbon. That is, the Bourbons’ dynasty was restored. Then ruled the king-bourgeois Louis-Philippe, at the end of his reign the 1848 revolution broke out, then it is Bonaparte’s Restoration that happened: from 1852 till 1870 reigned Napoleon’s relative – Napoleon III. And only afterwards was the republic firmly established, as we see, merely 81 years after the revolution.
What we are interested in is the First Restoration, the reign of Louis XVIII. He arrived in Paris on the guns of the occupiers: Russian Kazaks were among them and all of Europe as well: Austrians, British, Prussians. After restoring himself Louis XVIII didn’t exile and didn’t hang all the political class that had appeared in France during 26 years from 1789 to 1815. He left a part of the officials and the functionaries, blending them with his emigrants, who hided from the revolution in England and Russia. (One should not dispute the fact that the Restoration in the whole and broad sense was precisely the return of the traditional Bourbon dynasty on the French throne, and not the coronation of the general Bonaparte, since the latter brought new people with him, elevated by the revolution and the wars.)
Life in these Restoration years, from 1815 to 1828 was, by the reminiscences of the contemporaries, strange, strained and tense. After all, two generations before that France partied, amusing itself with the revolution and the executions, and afterwards with victorious wars. Of course they amused themselves, thousands of people died on the guillotine, and tens of thousands watched the guillotine’s work with delight. The famous knitters, “tricotteuses”, without which not a single execution could do, women with knitting-needles encouraged or insulted the victims depending on the whim of the crowd’s mood. And under Bonaparte they amused themselves with France’s victorious wars… And here silence came, the Bourbon with his ribbon over the stomach, his power, his selective repressions. France, defeated, enslaved by the occupiers, felt itself, I suppose, like Germany subsequently in 1918 and 1945 would feel itself and like we, the Russians, feel today. At the same time there was also a feeling as after a bloody hangover. The party was great, millions were laid down on the fields of fame from the Borodino field to Waterloo and the Egypt pyramids! Here we are now, walking and stumbling…
The Restoration is recoil, it is a break between two cataclysms. Between two volcano eruptions. It is clear that people carried heads on lances, enrapturingly ransacked palaces, somebody’s father still saw the queen with a menstruation stain on her prison shirt, uncombed, raising on the scaffold under the insults of the knitters. And it was clear that the grandson too would see heads peddled on lances. The Restoration was a break, an entr’acte between historical dramas. A rather dark, nauseating, stingy time. Before the Restoration there was a desperate attempt of the nation to set life anew. A powerful, serious attempt, people yelled in the Convent, heads flew into the guillotine basket. Robespierre came out to speak – everybody grew pale. The baldish Napoleon fought, grenadiers went into heavy attacks. But the forces are not all spent. There is many. There will be a new irruption. Everybody awaits it.
Another moment of History. 1905, Russia’s blue snows. Gapon with the workers, crossing themselves, carries a petition to the tsar. And suddenly – the Kazaks, salvos, corpses get cold on the snow. In the summer the uprising on the “Potemkin”, under steam the armed carrier goes away to Rumania. And by fall, by winter: Moscow districts in barricades. The Red Presnya, crackling of firing shots. Farther, Stolipin’s ties, executions… It is worth to read Felix Dzherzhinsky’s diary, he was seating in a casemate in these very years of the Russian, metaphorically speaking, “Restoration”, the restoration of the most savage autocracy possible (actually, it happened within the limits of the reign of a single monarch) – each night the guilty and the just were taken for execution: peasants, soldiers, officers who refused to calm down the peasants. Twelve years before the next revolution. Only twelve years. But the majority of those who participated in the 1905 revolution will not participate in the February 1917 revolution. The more so in the October one. (Later Trotsky would arrive from abroad, he was a 1905 activist.) The majority would get away from the revolution. Someone became a famous doctor, someone a lawyer. The most worthy: hanged, shot. Gradually the executions run out. Life becomes a bit easier. By 1913 Russia reaches the peak of its economic power. But in August 1914 in Saint Guy day the whole world resounds with one pistol shot. A Serbian boy of eighteen years Gavrilo Princip assassinates the Archduke Ferdinand. The volcanic lava is rising from the fire depths. The first clouds of the dreary smoke over the word. In February 1917 Nikolai II abdicates. Russia has exploded. The end of the Restoration, the end of the break of 12 years.
Why do Restorations inevitably lead to Revolutions? Why there wasn’t any successful Restoration? And there are no examples in History, there is no and no successful Restoration, even if you go through all history pages, all of it, reaping the pages from the start and from the end as well. No! The answer: because a Revolution is not a fancy of a group of people, it is an historical law. When the necessity to change the national elite becomes imminent, when the Bourbons alone, there has already been sixteen of them, when it is clear that the best, the most talented in the country is stopped by this dynasty wall: it is clear that one has to beat, to break, to rebel. Then the Revolution volcano irrupts. But it can’t win by a single try, the lava will not reach enemy’s remote outposts, the lava will peter out. That’s when Restoration comes. Silence. Repressions. Reaction on the Revolution that just happened. Simultaneously a new unbridled irruption already breathes heavily under the earth, releasing only clouds outside for the moment, already puffs, preparing itself.
Switching from the metaphorical language to the commonly accepted, let’s return a bit into the past. Sakharov has understood that USSR has big problems, still back in the 60s. The dissidents didn’t expose themselves and bustled in vain. They mistakenly trusted in the West’s altruism and infallibility, but they didn’t hold in vain and it is not in vain that they went to prisons, although they inaccurately defined the country’s problems. The principal problem was and remained – the problem of the human material, the human factor. The KPSS [Communist Party of the Soviet Unions] was already a party of dead souls and adjusters, the country didn’t have an elite anymore. They were still able to build, able to produce (not, what was required), but the plebeian offspring of the revolution were overtaken, half a hundred years after the Revolution, by the aristocratic disease of degeneration. I already shouted on one of the lectures here: they had to take and to put, even then in the end of the 60s – beginning of the 70s at the head of Russia the most raving ones: to take Vladimir Bukovsky, Amalrik (the author of the unfairly forgotten now, prophetic book “Will the USSR survive until 1984?”), Edward Kuznetzovin, Natan Sharansky, Volodya Gershuni into the Politburo. They would have stumbled for a while, erred for a month or two, and then would have found the path for the country, and would have been cured from their love to the West after studying GRU [Intelligence Administration] reports, in a couple of weeks. By 1985 it became irrefutably clear even to the KPSS itself: it has an enormous problem of personnel and as a result of this problem a lot of problems to the country. That resource, from which the KPSS drew its leaders’ elite had drew itself out, either the speechless “party members” – the bourgeois, the overwhelming majority or the thrusting, visible, but permeated throughout with the corporative spirit, cynical and untalented bureaucracy were available. The latter pitilessly exploited the country for its needs, there was nobody to stand at the head of the State. The scandals with the deaths of in succession Brejnev, Andropov and Chernenko revealed the weakness problem. To the KPSS itself, at first it seemed that it was sufficient to call up the younger generation of party workers and the country will resurrect. The younger generation, alas, under the test turned out to be also defective and simply not corresponding even to the standards presented to the regular party member in the West. That is, these were undeveloped half-rural people. The newly elected Gorbachev turned out to be a little dwarf with a brain the size of a walnut, before the problems that felt down on him. Besides, he didn’t possess the prudence and the defensive limitedness of the old men from the Politburo, whom he replaced. Extra-historical, uncultured and stupid person – he surrounded himself by similar half-people. What does “Edik” Shevarnadze alone worth (oh, unhappy Georgia!) dark, rural, but megalomaniac, all of these rednecks-reformers cut, chopped and screwed up so much that the entire heritage, amassed by the tsars and the Bolsheviks and the Cesar Stalin, was squandered and it turned out that we were left without the victories of the Great Patriotic War, for which we paid with 25 million of lives. If in 1878 the Russian general Skobelev arrived in the last day of January with his troops to the suburbs of Istanbul, the ancient Constantinople – the world’s capital – also Christ’s Jerusalem, then by 1991 a war was at its peak in Nagorni Karabakh, Chechnya was practically put off, in Osetya a war of the Ingushis with the Osetins broke out and the Baltic region considered itself put off.
From 1985 to 1991 there was no revolution. There was an auto-destruction of the country, made up by the stupid mechanizer, who received the Great Empire in uncontrolled sovereignty. I wrote in spring 1991 to the editor of the newspaper “Soviet Russia” Valentin Chikin, begging him to organize Gorbachev’s deposing. “Where are you looking, communists, take him away!” In august 1991 the KPSS, alas, demonstrated that it is as dead as a corpse. The GKChP [State Committee for a State of Emergency] members demonstrated it.
Only in fall 1991, from August 21 and in September – October revolution’s bubbling is finally audible in the country.
A democratic one, not mine, not the one I want, but the birth pangs of a revolution, nonetheless. The democrats’ miscalculation consisted in the fact that they didn’t dare to come up BY THEMSELVES, under the leadership of THEIR LEADER. Well, naturally, they didn’t have Sakharov anymore, but in those days, leaders were made momentarily, they had to take any democratic big mouth. (Later more talented ones would have forced him aside.) but they borrowed a leader. But they preferred to cover themselves with Yeltsin like with a tank and thus they went. And they ruined their revolution. Because what kind of revolution hides itself behind some Boris Godunov?! The noisy, vulgar, brainless Yeltsin turned out to be a despot and was raised by the stinky milk of bureaucracy. She was his mother, his nanny – nurse. And his bureaucracy mates – are just mates. And not Orlov or Bonner or Kovalev. The crowd took down Dzherzhinsky’s monument (Dugin affirms that it wasn’t even the democrats who did it, that people form the “Memory” took it down and brought the crane. And when the crowd started to assault the buildings on the Old Square – Yeltsin stopped them. He put up security everywhere. The democratic revolution was over. The principal democrats nonetheless remained satisfied. Gaydar was given big power. Gavryil Popov a bit less. Sobchak put himself at the head of Russia’s second city. All of this in exchange for the democratic revolution. They shouldn’t have gone on a compromise with them. They had to continue overthrowing monuments, destroy the buildings on Lubyanka and the Old Square, let their crowd to break into a couple of ministries and put a democrat at the head of the State. Or a Committee of Social Rescue from democrats. It was possible back then.
And then came the turn of the patriotic opposition. And it ruined its revolution too. In 1997 I rode in Anpilov’s car, beside him and asked him: Victor Ivanovich, don’t you have the impression, that on March 17 1992 we had to lead the people from the Manejnaya, where we were all orated till dark, to lead them to Kremlin and to fucking take it, ah? That we missed the chance? After all, from 350 to 500 thousand people gathered on the Manejnaya then?” “You see, Edward…” began Anpilov, clutching the wheel. “And then, Victor Ivanovich, there was also another chance. The 9th of May 1993, that day, I recall, I went at the head of a column of national radicals. Then Krasnov (the head of the Moscow Union) begged me not to turn the guys on the Red Square, he asked us to disperse. To my shame I didn’t even understand then, why his face was so pale-green. And still there was only one spurt from the Eternal Fire, where we had just stood on our knees, bowing before the memory of the soldiers-victors of 1945, to the Kremlin…” “You see, Edward, who could have known then,” – exhaustingly answered Anpilov.
Nobody could have known. Revolutions are not repeated. And if I had a justification: I was an emigrant and although crowds greeted me in a friendly manner (they knew me, read in the “Soviet Russia), they wouldn’t have followed me. Or a few would have followed. But to Anpilov these days must appear in his nightmarish dreams as a reproach: the 23 February and the 17 Mars 1992 and the 9 May 1993. He was at the peak of fame and power, people would have followed him. Everybody, our people and strangers, called us then to beware of “provocations” and not to “yield to provocations”. In real fact, it’s not that we should have yielded, prayed! Remember this, young natzbols, those who are just coming forth to the fight with the System. Huge crowds gather rarely. But if such a crowd gathers, it should be leaded! One cannot allow it to disperse without committing a feat.
And during the resistance of September-October 1993 the opposition didn’t win because there was no united opposition organization. Because nobody had prepared the resistance. Because Russia’s VS [Supreme Council] deputies (the same ones, who dissolved the USSR!) made speeches and didn’t display any initiative. I wrote about this in detail in “Anatomy of a Hero”. I won’t repeat myself. It was a defeat.
The president Yeltsin lingered at the power from 1993 to 1999, not doing anything specially and not changing the rules that he laid down still back in 1991. However under his stable “roof” security and repressive organizations came around, recovered and rebuilt themselves anew. He gave them to breath and to grow muscles. By habit, in gratitude to the support in the resistance with Gorbachev in 1989-91 he did not oppress the mass media, and sure in the worthlessness of the political parties, did not persecute them so much. Benignly he removed the ban from the participation of the Communist Party in the elections already a month after the blood bath near the White House. But Yeltsin is not yet the Restoration. He’s a caricatural Bonaparte of our unsuccessful Russian Revolution.
Our Restoration is Voldemar Putin. (Vladimir doesn’t go with his image. He is more complicated than the name Vladimir.) It sufficed to look at his inauguration ceremony. Actually Putin is even two Restorations together. One slipped as an allusion in the grotesque coronation ritual, that is, inauguration – a bleak restoration of the pre-revolution tsarist epoch. And at the same time Putin is an indubitable restoration of our Sovok. With him repressions against the differently minded resumed (selective for now), the General Prosecution plays the unprecedented role of the Inquisition (operates selectively for now) – in a whole the soviet repressive machine is restored. The blending of people of the past and the new regimes is always characteristic for a restoration, therefore the FSB officers and the Prosecutor’s office quietly blended together during Putin’s rule, next to his throne, with the oligarchs Deripaska and Abramovich and the SPS member the tadpole Kirienko, a scientologist. A crossbreed of sovietizm and democracy? That’s right. And precisely in the proportion of 15 sovietizm and 9 democracy. The numbers here are the years spent by Valdimir Vladimirovich: 15 years in the KGB and 9 years in the apparatuses of Sobchak, Borodin and Yeltsin.
And how with the inner urges of society, with the emotions’ lava propping up at the throat of the volcano, emotions of the intelligentsia and the people, with this fast-boiling steam, which prompted still in the 60s the first protest movements? And the people, and the intelligentsia and the misfits are still left out of the State government. Over thirty years of discontent and what did the mountain generate? Two autumnal months of freedom – from August to October 1991? Two, three, well say a dozen of monuments thrown down? What guided the democrats when they called a leader – a Varyag from the Politburo? They maybe thought: “Well, this way it’s safer. Our people are such, that the moment you let them loose, you won’t be able to drive them in factories afterwards! And later we’ll grab the most supreme power from the Varyag. We’ll end up by getting it. He’s here temporarily, he’ll serve a bit and then we’ll push him down…”
They didn’t grab, didn’t push down. The Varyag preferred to transfer the power to a heir he had elected himself, composed in 15 parts of a KGB officer and in 9 parts of an administrative Russian bottling, a liberal democrat. And 15 to 9 that is the formula of Restoration.
Magma, blind forces, our society’s emotions, the collective unconscious and conscious, unspent, still long for freedom. They didn’t get anyway. The principal problem remained the same as in 1985: the worn out state of the human material of Russia’s ruling class. In 1985-1993 the fresh people didn’t have the time to break into the political scene in Moscovia. There, where it had – in Karabakh, in Abkasia, in Pridnestrovie, in Chechnya – there each time a new, local world was being born, a new regime. Not always, actually, pleasant to the countries-opponents – Azerbaijan, Georgia, Moldavia, Russia, but what can you do?
The Restoration is a poorly built temporary respite. Nothing is solved, present was poorly built from the past and the recent present – already past. But the problem remained: society doesn’t need a limited change of only some thousands of leaders and their replacement with only their deputies or functionaries, previously standing lower in the hierarchy, which in a 150-million country isn’t a reform even, but a simultaneous forced banishing. Of some million bureaucratic bosses (many of them hereditary!) and their replacement with new, young, strong people. This kind of total replacement of the personnel of a ruling class is called: Revolution. Rough, young, idealistically oriented, prompt to experiences, fresh, some millions of yesterday’s adolescents will bring to the country each his energy. It is this very energy that has to create the New Russia. Without these new barbarians there will be nothing. There will be Gogol’s and Saltikov-Shedrin’s characters at the scale of the entire country. A continuous “The Dead Souls” play, that’s what is and will be. “Adat” in a word.
An important clarification: The resignation of some millions of bureaucratic bosses should not be voluntary. They should be ousted, banished with kicks, only then will the desired effect be attained. I am certain, Russia will not escape the revolution. The survival instinct has to push her on the Revolution. The Revolution has to be offensive for some, an act of revenge for others. It has to be unfair, when people grab, kick, insult, banish. Then the necessary emotional temperature will be attained in society. This atmosphere of implanting a forcible justice will awake talents, genial ideas of society’s reconstruction will come. This is precisely what it takes. It takes a state of conflict. As for peace, it is preached to us as stability, security on the streets, quiet happiness within four walls is needed only to the sick, the old and the handicapped, in real fact. For the healthy and the young the conflict of Revolution is a blessing. For the 2.8 homeless kids it is a blessing.
During a Revolution a miracle is always possible. Therefore it is so attractive. During the Restoration, the pause – there is no miracles. Therefore the Restoration is always unattractive, to nobody, except to the restoration’s leaders. And a peaceful Revolution does not work, as I tell it. It is designed by nature as the destruction of the old, as an all-cleansing violence. Only then on the cleared space the new could live.
THE SECOND RUSSIA AND MOSCOVIA
An heir to the throne doesn’t need parties. He doesn’t even need his own party. He came to power thanks to a non-political action: he was appointed premier minister and then recommended to the presidential post not as the representative of a powerful political party that had won the majority of seats in the Parliament, as it is supposed to be in democracy. Putin was appointed as the president’s favorite. After a year or so his appointment as an heir was “ratified” by the TV-processed electors. Even without this there were hardly any politics in Russia, and during the Restoration the last of the political Mohicans were simply slammed. But to be precise politics were thoroughly exterminated even under Yeltsin. The Justice Ministry and the mad hangman Veshnyakov (this guy is certainly a maniac!) tortured Russian politics to death. And here, very recently the triumph and the apotheosis of the Victory over it. The State Duma adopted the “Law about political parties”, whose text is the twin of the text “Rules of maintenance in the SIZO [investigative isolation ward] of Russia’s FSB of suspects, accused and convicted” here it is at my left, a cardboard sheet with rules, next to the cell’s door. “Socks, no more than two pairs…” – croaks the text. We can’t even eat bouillon cubes, and the bones from the fish have to be taken out outside, then they’ll accept it. Likewise is the “Law about political parties”… Only a thickset governor can do politics in Russia, or a bellied general, but not the twenty years old NBP member. Practically clause 6 of the USSR constitution was reestablished – the monopoly of bureaucracy on political activity was reestablished. What we’ve got is viscous pieces of boneless fish…
So what can the naive weirdoes do, who founded their political parties from simple mortal citizens, who had believed in the fact that by assembling themselves into a party of like-minded people, they could influence the fate of the Country – Russia? The answer: all the party members have to go and hang themselves. Just kidding.
The dead soviet types seat again in all the cabinets of the power. People with empty eyes. Employees of the Public Prosecutor office, investigative departments, judiciary, carceral functionaries. The Inquisition – a blind robot – turning around grabs the citizens by their clothes and drags them in prison. The Lefortovo castle is packed with “enemies of the State”. For the record, they are all talented, charismatic individuals. Dead people overtook the country and they put the living in prisons – that’s the fictional image that comes to mind. It is clear that the Restoration is not forever, but what to do now?
The Party thought and is thinking about it. Still a few years back the “Limonka” newspaper declared a “contest on the best Revolution project”. People sent interesting and not very interesting projects. We published the best ones in the paper. For one of them, and exactly, signed by me, if I am not mistaking it was called “Revolution in Crimea” (or “Uprising in Sevastopol”), the paper received a warning from the press committee. So our projects, even in the literary version already provoked the power’s discontent. By 1999 it became clear to the NBP leadership and the regular party members: the functioning of the parry in Russia is not possible anymore. We were convinced in this at every turn. During our meetings and pickets we became surrounded by such a thick police wall from all sides, they even stood behind our backs, like we were prisoners of a concentration camp. Our slogans became censored, police officers forbid to develop, in their opinion, aggressive slogans. Even before we were unlawfully, without our permission, filmed on video cameras by the FSB and the MVD, but the last couples of years the Public Prosecutor office and the Moscow FSB started to open criminal cases about the content of our speeches on meetings, recorded by them on videotape. Once I was proceeded against for the word “revolution”. Simultaneously the mass medias’ behavior changed. More and more dependant from the power, the mass medias simply stopped to appear on NBP actions or appeared but the material was not shown and not published. Therefore we started to think, should we conduct actions, anyway society will not learn about them. We’re not going to work for half a hundred of passers by, are we? Reportages in the mass media were needed to us as a means of communication with the masses, with the country, as a means of propaganda. But the power usurped itself the television and the press, since Kremlin’s little tables, little couchettes and cushions and Kasyanov’s and Putin’s suits are forced on us everyday. They force us to watch every lowering and rising of the president’s ass! It became clear to us that our political existence is censured by the mass media (among these the supposedly “oppositional” NTV impudently censured us) and the power.
Under the pretext of the fight with terrorism they censured the largest youth party in Russia.
The Party decided that it makes sense to bring the political activity on the RF territory to the level of human rights activity. But instead to transfer the burden center of our political struggle on the defense of the Russian speaking population in CIS countries. Besides that nobody did this kind of struggle, not a single political organization. All the struggle was reduced to the demagogic declarations of some deputies of the State Duma or the Federal Assembly and the rare and weak declarations of the MID [Ministry of Foreign Affairs]. The 24 August 1999 our guys – fifteen national-Bolsheviks infiltrated the tower of the Marine club in Sevastopol, barricaded themselves there, hung out NBP flags and the slogan “Sevastopol is a Russian city!” and started to scatter leaflets with the heading “Kuchma, you will choke on Sevastopol!” from the towers’ balcony. The tower was stormed, the nazbols arrested and subsequently spent six months in the Sevastopol and Simferopol prisons. Afterwards, under public pressure, Ukraine authorities handed the guys in Russia, where they were released on liberty. Back then, at the end of January 2000, such a thing was still possible. The Restoration did not yet triumphed completely, didn’t consolidate itself completely. Russia’s special services didn’t yet intervene in our struggle on the territory of CIS countries, or perhaps simply overlooked our activity.
In February, March, April 2000 NBP members and sympathizers conducted a row of spontaneous actions against the embassies of Latvia, Kazakhstan, Poland, Switzerland in Moscow and against Latvia embassies in Saint Petersburg and Pskov. The actions, in their essence, were about human rights. In the case of Poland it was a response to the outrage over the Russian flag in Poznan. In the case of Kazakhstan – the sentence to the “Kazimirchuk groups” made public recently – up to 18 years of incarceration in two cases, 14 years, 11 years to many other participants. But also for the human rights actions against the embassies, criminal cases were opened against the natzbols, although it’s only bottles with paint that were thrown at the embassies’ buildings. It became clearer and clearer that the Restoration is already equal to the reaction. Soon it was discovered that the Restoration does not tolerate concurrence. Notwithstanding the fact that the NBP still back in 1994-1995 put forward and formulated national-patriotic slogans and orientations of its politics, part of which are today successfully used by Putin personally and his restored power, not only they don’t want to acknowledge in us the predecessors, the prophets, the avant-garde! They are persecuting us. From August 1998 NBP started to lead a struggle for the liberation from the Latvian prison of the just recently arrested then Vasili Kononov, a 76 years old red partisan, a demolisher accused of a “military crime”, in the shooting of a polizei detachment in 1944. The NBP developed “Kononov’s case” practically alone, we came out on innumerable demonstrations in his defense, painted the trains who were coming to Latvia with the inscriptions “Free Vasili Kononov!”, bombarded several times the embassy and the consulate of Latvia with paint bottles. It was us who the first in 1998 called for the boycott of Latvian products, escorted by a TV-6 camera went around shops and appealed for a boycott. A month later, Moscow’s mayor called for a boycott, and having understood from where and in which direction the wind blows, some regional heads joined the boycott.
Finally, at the time of Kononov’s trial, by the beginning of 2000, the president himself was forced to notice Kononov’s case and by an edict made Kononov citizen of Russia. The Latvians got scared, since they saw that Kononov’s case has become the symbol of the fight for the rights of the Russians in Latvia and released Kononov from jail. But in Latvia prisons, other old men, partisans and chekists remained: Farbtukh, Savenko, the former chekist Vasili Kirsanov staid there forever, died. Meanwhile they were getting ready to try Russian heroes, participants of the VOV [Great Patriotic War] in Lithuania and Estonia. Again they brought a suit to Kononov, though they left him in liberty. Farbtukh, an 85 years old handicapped, was brought to prison on stretchers. Latvia ignored Russia’s protests. We had to smack them.
It seemed, gentlemen from the government, let’s work on this front together! It is clear for us that you are a restorative, temporary power, but let’s together get the Russians out of prisons of CIS countries and fight for the rights of the Russian speaking people. That, which you can’t do, the status doesn’t allow – stain an embassy with paint, break glass, paint their cities with slogans, scare them a bit, in short, express the anger of the Russian people, we’ll do. To you – the government it is not convenient. And you, the government, pressure them diplomatically, economically. I even met in the beginning of February 2000 with the chief of the FSB administration on the fight with political extremism and terrorism, with the general Vladimir Pronin and offered him our services: “Use us in the CIS countries!” But the restorative power doesn’t suffer concurrence. It doesn’t need the help of the civil society, political parties are annoying to it, following the soviet instinct, it sees enemies in us. During all the summer 2000 the FSB tracked the NBP. (Actually, still a week before the conversation with Pronin they had been in my apartment on Kaloshino Lane in my absence and fixed some kind of long-range instruments for shadowing me. And they set up an external surveillance. I informed then about it the General Prosecution Office, the MVD and… the FSB.) In November 2000 the FSB treacherously warned Latvia’s security police about the fact that a group of national-Bolsheviks went out on the train Saint-Petersburg-Kaliningrad, with the goal of getting out on one of the Latvian stations. FSB’s official version (that got into newspapers), is that the warning was sent through the MID in Latvia’s embassy, they didn’t warned directly, they were still embarrassed to admit last year the direct contacts of the special services. As a result four national-Bolsheviks were arrested and recently received 7 months of jail each. Three national-Bolsheviks still managed to infiltrate Latvia’s territory and captured on November 17 the observatory of the basilica of Saint Peter in Riga. The trial took place in April 2001. The guys were judged on the clause “terrorism”. (Apparently, with a long-range goal.
A provocation against me and my arrest were already being planned. In the future, the FSB hoped that by having a precedent it would be easier for them to judge us in Russia on severe clauses.) A monstrously severe sentence immediately followed: Solovey and Jurkin received 15 years of incarceration, the youngest – Gafarov -5 years. The gloomy paradox of the situation consists in the fact that the FSB handed four boys to the Latvians, who were going to protest against the arrests and the trials of the old Chekists Fartbuck, Savenko, the retired police colonel Kononov! And by the FSB efforts the Latvians stiffened the sentence to the three Russian guys who have captured the observatory with the same goal. The absurd reactionarism of the Restoration regime is seen in this illogical, abnormal behavior of the FSB. These people are not just amoral, they ignore the existence of a moral, a nation, of the fact that there are “our people” and “enemies” and that it is a betrayal – to hand over to our enemies. In the best case they think by clauses of the Criminal Code, in the worst – these are simply dishonorable people.
The 7th of April 2001, an FSB seizure group, about the size of a company, not less then two platoons, arrested me 18 kilometers from Bannoe village in the Ust-Koxinsky region of the Altai republic. We were eight people. I arrived at the hamlet (apiary), which belonged to Mr. Pirogov, the night before the 6th April. I’m accused on clause 222, part 3, even though no weapon was found either with me or with the persons who accompanied me. Among other things, the investigation also concerns “the Second Russia” project, as it was called in the party bulletin NBP-INFO No3. It concerned a project, suggested and directed to the attention of any radical Russian party, it didn’t directly concern NBP. “The Second Russia” project was sent to the “contest for the best revolution project” in the Limonka newspaper, however it arrived to us late. As all the projects sent to the contest, it wasn’t signed. As the third issue of NBP-INFO was dedicated to the book of the Eurasian kniaz Trubetskoy and included excerpts from this book, we thought it interesting to include there the “Second Russia” project, Eurasian in essence. It talked about the fact that a radical party can go on the territory of one of the CIS countries with a significant Russian population and to develop its activities there. In “the Second Russia” text, the anonymous writer also looked at the project of the organization of guerilla warfare with the subsequent seizure from the “CIS republic” territory of the region inhabited mostly by Russians. And the creation of a separatist State – The Second Russia. Three CIS countries were named as the best suited for this goal: Latvia (900 thousand Russians), Ukraine (11 million) and Kazakhstan (5 million and something). Kazakhstan was named as the best option. Naturally, the project wore a theoretic character and was stated in the subjunctive mood. “If there was such a political party… And if it would…”
Leaving aside my own defender’s fate now linked with “the Second Russia” project, I want to note that the project makes sense. The length of the border between Russia and Kazakhstan makes up seven thousand kilometers. Five million of our fellows oppressed Russians and Russian speakers live as hostages in the feudal Kazakhstan, mostly along the border with Russia. There the most industrially developed cities of Kazakhstan are also located: Uralsk, Kustanai, Petropavlovsk, Pavlodar, Semipalatinsk, and Ust-Komenogorsk. Industrialized, densely populated Russian megalopolises located along the border on the RF territory: Astrakhan, Volgograd, Ufa, Orenbourg, Kurgan, Omsk, Novosibirsk, Barnaul can assure a constant inflow of young volunteers for the guerrilla warfare. Considering these circumstances, the project is wholly realizable. A healthy Russian government would have necessarily helped the radical organization in the execution of such a project, would have given money, supplied with weapons. (In their time, the Bolsheviks organized the creation of the Donetsk republic and the Ukrainian republic in Kharkov with the precise goal of undermining the government of the Ukrainian Central Rada in Kiev.) But the Restoration is an unhealthy, sickly regime. This is why its special services cooperate with the anti-Russian regime of Latvia; cooperate with the feudal anti-Russian regime of president Nazarbaev. But Russians in Kazakhstan are expulsed in the best case and those who didn’t leave are thoroughly terrorized!
The Kazakh movement is crushed; its leaders are either in prison or have fled to Russia. One have only to look at the daily internet news of the “Eurasia” agency, to read a dozen of books about Kazakhstan published by the institute of CIS countries, headed by Zatulin. Even from these politically moderate sources it is clear how anti-Russian is the regime that has been established in Kazakhstan. And the accounts of those who have been in Nazarbaev’s prisons of Ismailov and Supruniuk are bloodcurdling. I know the situation quite well, in 1997 I was in Kazakhstan, lived in Koktchetava and Alma-Ata under the surveillance of the special services, I have even met dissidents. Even Nazarbev’s daughter Dariga.
So I also include the “Second Russia” project in the outlines of the future. In any case we’d have to leave Moscovia. Central Russia is decimated by alcohol; there is too much flawed people here, “inhuman” in the entire meaning of the word. He has perfectly right, the original thinker young Sergei Morozov when he writes in his intelligent book “Complot against the peoples of Russia today’ that the Russian nation was and will be, but in the present moment it isn’t. The New Nation will have to be built on the basis of the Russian language, as for the culture and the nation, we will create new ones. Just as a new civilization. This mission is well within our powers. We created a newspaper and with it, the subculture of national-bolshevism. Just as well we’ll create a culture.
The fact that now we are in jail is only one episode of the struggle. Everybody has been in prison. All the worthy great people were. And where else can great social projects be created? Prison imparts seriousness and greatness to social projects.
In the Second Russia, on its territory we could realize some traits of the future. And let the Second Russia and the old Russia – Moscovia, that is, compete for some time, coexist close to one another. All the living people will certainly run to the Second Russia, there is no doubt about that.
All the young people will run away. And in the frozen barracks of Moscovia let live the timid pensioners and for each habitant there will be two personally attached policemen. And one public prosecutor. After all Moscovia is the least free country in the world. Let it all burst and tumble down.
Nazarbaev – the butcher of the Russian people (that’s how we called him in the anti-Mikhalkov leaflet. After all, Mikhalkov, the son of a bitch, had participated in Nazarbaev’s election campaign for president of Kazakhstan in January 1999! Betraying Russians he had acclaimed the butcher!) doesn’t have so many guns. In all only 41 thousand soldiers in the armed forces, 26 thousands in the MVD, 15 thousand serve in the border troops and two or three thousand in the Kazakh national security, in the KNB. So he can put up 82 thousand guns. With a population of 15 million people and with a frontier length of more than 13 thousand kilometers, his army could not hold a huge territory. (The quality of the soldiers is soviet-average) For comparison let’s recall that on tiny Cuba the dictator Batista by 1957 had 40 thousand soldiers, with the Cuban population in those days of 8 million. And it’s not even necessary to capture and to control the entire territory of Kazakhstan, but only to cut out the “Second Russia’s” free territory. After all it’s impossible to live in Moscovia.
I am putting put here the original text “The Other Russia” from the NBP-INFO No3: notice how his author was mistaken, expecting the nonintervention of the Russian authorities in the situation, they intervened even on the stage of a theoretic project.
Today all the chances of seizing the power in the RF by legal methods are equal to none. NBP has not enough people yet and doesn’t have the necessary experience. If we are going to rebel in the RF, we will be crushed in a few days. We need a Second Russia.
But, first of all, let’s think about the way in which a Russian political organization decided to fight, should behave. An organization that is ready for a fight similar to the fights of Mao and Che has, nevertheless, to keep it from a ban and repressions against its members by any means. A legal organization will be vitally needed; we could draw from it, as from a recruitment center, people who already share our views. The legal organization will continue to translate the ideas and the ideology, distribute the newspaper and have the possibility to participate in the elections and all the legal political unions, to carry out legal political actions such as marches, meetings, pickets and other traditional political actions.
Then, from the start we need to push aside pure terror as a method of seizing the power. Terrorist methods didn’t bring to power the “Red Brigades”, nor the “RAF” in Germany. Only guerilla warfare that later transforms itself into a civil war leads to the seizure of power. This is classic. This was already thought by Lenin and later classically confirmed by Mao and on a more modest scale, Castro and Che. Another thing is that guerrilla warfare in Germany and Italy of the 70s and 80s was impossible, so the RAF and “the Red Brigades” had to follow terrorism, hoping to awake the rising of the masses. And how could the RAF and “the Red Brigades” wage guerilla warfare? In the old mountains of Italy? In the asphalt plains of Germany?
And finally, the principal: If it’s impossible to win in the RF, we first need to win in on of the CIS republics with a high enough rate of Russian population; to create a second Russia, so as to turn it later against the first one. Naturally, guerilla warfare has to be taken outside of RF borders. To found a partisan base somewhere near the RF border, but already on the territory of any CIS republic, after a thorough selection. The military operations have to unfold against the government of the “republic” and not against the RF government. In this case, it’s possible to have a lot of obvious advantages:
1. We won’t have to confront the Russian army, which would have been a fratricidal war. With that, the Russian army is the strongest army in the CIS.
2. We won’t have to break RF laws, which would allow (at least during the first period of time) to conserve the legal structure of the party in the Russian Federation.
3. Although a RF intervention and assistance is possible in this sort of conflict on the side of the attacked republic with known conditions (the Shanghai treaty on mutual assistance, a fast understanding of the conflict’s essence), however the contrary is also possible. With an efficiently organized propaganda, when it will be known in the RF that “the rebelled Russians are getting exterminated”, with the sympathy of the public opinion, an RF intervention on the side of the rebels is possible as well. It won’t necessarily happen this way, but possibly.
4. The Russian public opinion will significantly favor the people who started a war on foreign territory under the banner of the protection of the Russian population than the people who started a war on Russian territory.
5. We can also count on the media favor, or at least their objectivity. And with an efficiently set propaganda, to their sympathetic attitude as well.
A guerilla war naturally, by the precepts of the classicist Mao, starts with the creation of a guerilla base. Where, in what republic is it mostly convenient to locate a guerilla base? Based on the elimination method, the tiny Baltic republics, with a large population density and the absence of places where a base could be concealed are immediately unfit for this objective. The mountains are the best refuge for a guerilla base, but unfortunately, they are not to be found anywhere in the European part of the USSR territory, except for the Caucasus. The Caucasus is indeed, the ideal place for this goal. But the northern Caucasus today is flooded with Russian troops and Chechen illegal armed groups that resist them. These or the others will crush the rising guerilla movement. As for the Caucasus republics (Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia) each of them is populated by a homogenous national compound and no Russian or multinational imperial movement would enjoy the population’s support, which is, as we know, one of the principal conditions of the survival and the success of guerilla warfare. Crimea, notwithstanding the large Russian population and the poor but mountains is not fit for this goal as well. And because Ukraine, inhabited by fifty million people is in the military aspect the strongest republic that broke away from the USSR, and the Ukrainian nationalism is dumb and angry. (We had the opportunity to see it for ourselves by the reaction of Ukraine on our peaceful action in Sevastopol.) There is another reason why Crimea doesn’t suit us: the Tatars, a third, ferocious element in this political situation, are also laying claim on Crimea and will hinder us and render the fight more difficult. We can also reject Kirghizia, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan and especially Uzbekistan as States with a very small or almost inexistent Russian population. These are nations with a homogenous indigenous population that don’t have common borders with Russia. So the guerrilla movement will not be able to receive assistance from Russia, to retreat on our land’s territory in case of necessity and to receive human reserves. There is only one State that fits neatly as a glove for the organization of a guerilla base of a Russian liberation movement. This is Kazakhstan. The population is 15 million 672 thousand people. Among them a little more than six million are Kazakhs. There are about six million Russians, 896 thousand Ukrainians, maybe half a million of Germans, over three hundred thousand Tatars, 185 thousand Uygurs and other “non-native ethnicities”. For the objectives of a liberation movement this is a very good distribution. (For comparison, in Uzbekistan, for 19 million 810 thousand people there is more than 14 million of Uzbeks and Muslims.) But Kazakhstan is the least Muslim country of all the nations of central Asia. Not only Muslims are a minority but also the quality of the Kazakh Islam leaves hope for better. “Being in the civilization aspect nomads and pagan Tengrians, the Kazakhs were confronted relatively late with the preaching of Islam and have kept up to this day the vestiges of shamanism,” writes an academic brochure. Although Nazarbaev parades his image of a Muslim leader, it’s only an image.
The armed forces of Kazakhstan are relatively weak. In the land troops up to 42 thousand people are serving, in the border troops, 15 thousand, the inland troops (the best of all) count 24 600 people, the Armed Forces of Kazakhstan, from one and a half to two thousand people. In all, they have around 84 thousand people under arms. We remind that in Cuba where landed Fidel there was 8 million people and Batista’s troops counted 40 thousand guns. So the comparison is proportionate.
The total length of the Kazakhstan borders is more than 13 thousand kilometers. Among them, more than six thousand form the border with the Russian Federation. It’s practically unguarded. (The most dangerous border for Kazakhstan is with China, less than two thousand kilometers, partly guarded.) Near the Kazakhstan border on our Russian territory are located large cities with populations of about a million people and even more than a million. These are Astrakhan, Volgograd, Saratov, Samara, Orenburg, Chelyabinsk, Kurgan, Omsk, and Barnaul. A little farther, but nonetheless close, on a distance of no more than five hundred kilometers from the border are located very large cities: Ufa and Novosibirsk. From these centers an inflow of volunteer recruits is possible in the future. Kazakhstan is a huge and an extremely low populated country of steppes, deserts, semi deserts and mountains. The economy is mostly concentrated along the border with Russia, on the north and the south of the country’s border. That’s clearly where the partisans should go. There we should start the Second Russia. The only negative factor of carrying out an uprising attempt in Kazakhstan is the fact that the territory is far from Russia’s center. It would be hard to set up an information access to the RF capital. However, by working in advance, we could set up information flows in some of the above mentioned dozen of cities and from there to the capital.
After the creation of the Second Russia (even if at first it’s a small moving island), to there, undoubtedly, would flow the first and the most ferocious elements from Russia. People would flee there like serfs to the Don, in search for freedom. The Russia of “registrations”, the Russia of cops and bureaucrats has definitively pissed everybody off. We need a Second Russia.
OUTLINES OF THE NEW CIVILIZATION
All the bourgeois-communist fuss with labor and capital seems surprisingly shabby from the Lefortovo castle, from the kingdom of the desolate State violence. “We’ll take from the rich and add a bit to the poor”, “Vote for us, we will give you four thousand rubles, whereas the party X offers you two”… Capitalism-socialism is a Siamese beast knitted by cheeks and shoulders. It argues with itself with two slobbery mouths.
It is long known that life’s happiness and pleasure are different for the bourgeois and the aggressive minority of heroes. In essence they should live in distinct States. The old people and the young also need opposed states. Possibly people of the future will eventually reach this. It is not important what the majority thinks or wants. It’s about time to forego the flattery before the crowds of citizens, the electorate, the majority. And we will forego. The majority of people don’t even have an opinion of their own. Reread my book “The Disciplinary Sanatorium”. It is important to orient oneself on the satisfaction of the interests of the heroic, superhuman part of the population of our planet, and the majority will adapt itself. We will not forget them. We will take care of them. It is the majority that needs scanty increases in rubles and dollars. The minority requires an increase in freedom, in the possibility to operate its aggressiveness. Therefore we will orient our civilization on the aggressive minority – on the misfits. They are the salt of the earth. We will call them to the Second Russia, not only the Russians. Everybody.
Let them say: “It never was this way!” If it never was, then it will. There was a time when there wasn’t anything. What one needs is boldness. The founders of Zionism, Herzl, Zhabotinsky were laughed out by their own people when they formulated the doctrine of Zionism and informed that Israel needs a territory for its State. The Zionists were offered Madagascar, Stalin gave the Jewish autonomous region. But they preferred to win themselves a State in Palestine. In the 20s the first settlers began to arrive. There were only a few thousands of Jews in Palestine at first, less than the members of the national-Bolshevik party and actually most probably were mistaken. The Jerusalem of the bible was Constantinople, most likely. But the strength of the faith, the powerful conviction, the wills of the Jewish nation put together, helped them to win. In 1948 Ben-Gurion proclaimed the creation of a Jewish State in Palestine. We will proclaim the creation of our own – the Second Russia. It is not that important who will proclaim, Limonov or his successor. I believe in this and my faith is given persuasiveness by the sounds of the prison, the tinkling of the keys, the clatter of the carts’ wheels that distribute the prison supper, the steps of the sentries. I don’t only feel that I am writing prophetic sentences, I know: fate chose me to proclaim the future. There will be a Second Russia: the shelter of the new civilization, the free Promised Land.
The basic principle of the old civilization is the protestant principle of labor in the name of productivity. The person is promised a sated life till late old age, the life of a moderately working domestic animal. The basic principle of the new civilization has to be a dangerous, heroic, full life in armed nomadic communes, free communities of women and men on the base of fraternity, free love and communal education of the children.
The frozen cities have to be closed down and their population dispersed. As for the nomadic way of life, it will look as follows: a large commune singles out an encampment for itself and relocates there on helicopters; if it is an island – on floating crafts; or on armored carriers, on trucks. In the future, in relation to the dispersion and the withdrawal from the cities, the urban life style will die out. And with it the production of objects for an urban life style. Sofas, cabinets will become useless, the need for apartment furniture, apartment articles will become eliminated.
Because the city, as a principally archaic, people-enslaving, territorial, economic and political lasting encampment of man will be forbidden, the need for long-term construction will be eliminated. The entire construction industry will be working on the development and production of light and warm nomadic lodgings of large and small sizes, capable of fitting the commune members: the personal staff, tools and weapons.
The aeronautical industry, the development and unrestrained production of capacious helicopter type crafts (that rise from place vertically) will develop swiftly. Also the production of sea-going and fluvial ships will be developed, designed for the nomadic way of life of some communes.
The sphere of production in the new civilization will be significantly limited. As already mentioned, the preference will be given to aeronautical crafts of helicopter type. The automobile transport will be developed in limited quantities. Preference will be given to strong trucks. Railroad will be controlled by communes and work inconstantly with the goal of destroying the traditional infrastructures, oriented on cities. There is no need to produce many unnecessary types of production, like, for instance, the quantity of clothes that are produced now in the world. The communist China, following the traditions of the old China, for many generations wore blue cotton pants, coats and slippers. In winter the pants and the coats were wadded, that’s the only change. The great helmsman Mao wore such an outfit his entire life. The society of the future can wholly limit itself to black jeans, black coats and black boots. Such clothes were prescribed, actually, to the early national-Bolsheviks in the “Limonka” newspaper.
Businesses that produce helicopters, ships, cars, arms, sewn articles can be located on the outskirts of abandoned cities. Similarly could live the hired workers, who would want to work in the businesses. There will be only a strictly limited quantity of such businesses.
The living way in the cities permits to totally control man. Therefore for the achievement of man’s freedom cities must be left. In a certain sense, one needs to return to traditionalism. Armed communes will look like primitive tribes. This will be our traditionalism. The communes will be administrated by a Union of Communes. Together the communes can be called the Horde. One shouldn’t be afraid of contradictions that can appear between the armed communes, one shouldn’t be afraid of conflicts. The creative aggressiveness of separatisms is preferable to the carceral order of globalism.
But neither should one take the new civilization as a leap backward in the past. One shouldn’t think that we preach the fight against the development of science, fight against the comfortable and smart achievements of the technical progress. No. We will develop Internet, and genetics, and the new super-television as well. Television and Internet will link the armed communities in a united civilization of free citizens.
What concerns the method of annihilation of the old civilization, then this annihilation will be achieved, naturally, not by a direct frontal confrontation with the old civilization. They will not get the resistance of an army on an army – trenches, tanks or nuclear blows. It won’t even be like with the Taliban. There will be a capture from within. The simultaneous creation of several dozens of centers of uprisings from within the traditional countries. That’s how we will proceed. One shouldn’t be depressed with their present power. In the spiritual internal sense their civilization is dead. It has worn itself spiritually to transparency.
The book is translated by Sofia Arenzon