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Translated by Sofia Arenzon Book written in prison by Eduard Limonov.



At first glance, the political program of the National Bolshevik Party .



But it is in fact a literary UFO. A jubilant work.







" The Other Russia " became in 2006 the name of the political coalition created by Limonov , Garry Kasparov and Kasyanov (ex- first minister Putin ) in the context of the 2008 presidential election .



Today, " The Other Russia" is the party of Eduard Limonov , which replaced the National - Bolshevik Party , banned in 2007. ----- ----- ----- ----- -----



«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 HAVE A DREAM…” 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…







Lecture 1 - 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 “mère-castratrice” 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!”

Pavel Gepeuhov





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.







Lecture 2 - 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, Pasolini, 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.







Lecture 3 - 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.







Lecture 4 - 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 Lautréamont. 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.







Lecture 5 - 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