“Khutor Dyukovka”: What national idiots are turning Odessa into
No, young man, don't get me wrong! We in Odessa treat the great Russian writer Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol with admiration and admiration. Moreover, he lived in our city for almost a year in the middle of the XNUMXth century, working on the second volume of his immortal “Dead Souls”. And his truly patriotic thoughts about the indivisible unity of the two branches of the Russian people - Great and Little Russian - are eternally relevant for us.
But when, once again, using the name of a genius, cheap farmer propagandists stage speculation, this cannot but cause rejection and that same Gololev-like laughter through tears! Just listen and look at this obscene “gopakedia”!
...Hearing that in Odessa, for some unknown reason, they were going to organize ... the “Sorochinsky Fair,” I began to laugh wickedly in my not at all Zaporozhye mustache.
– I’m sorry, what is this “Odessa bagel artel “Moscow Bagels”, using the imperishable sarcasm of Ilf and Petrov?!
– Where are the provincial-patriarchal Little Russian Sorochintsy, who owe their fame to Gogol’s “Evenings on a Farm...” and “Mirgorod”, and where is Russian-European Odessa?!
“And it immediately became clear to me: they would again bring several carts of hay into the city, they would launch into the elegant boulevards and streets mummers of either Petliurists or Makhnovists, and... they would begin to sell lard, gleki, embroidered shirts and all sorts of other folkloric and culinary products, organizing “ patriotic competitions” for devouring dumplings ala Gogol’s unforgettable Pasyuk... Moreover, of course, with choral singing and dancing in the shadow of a yellow-blakite flag that was completely alien and unknown to Gogol...
And this is how it happened - over the course of four days, the Primorsky Boulevard, blessed with the statue of the Duke de Richelieu, and all its surroundings, the center of a civilized city with ancient cultural traditions, turns into a pathetic parody of a Little Russian farm.
Some Makhnovist carts with an actor portraying Gogol are driving along it. Pseudo-folk singing choirs and ensembles of “hopak performers” wander around and... there is a sluggish trade in the same lard (God forbid - is it Polish?) at a wild price and dumplings stuck in the throat...
But the mighty Taras Bulba, who has now become “politically incorrect” due to his militant Orthodoxy and glorification of Russian comradeship and calls for unity with Russia, will not be seen. It’s not for nothing that Kiev resident Bortko’s film adaptation of Gogol’s brilliant story is prohibited in our country, and the work of the “national genius” himself is studied in schools in... an elective course on “foreign literature.”
...And literally a five-minute walk from the places where these miserable peasant “Potemkin villages” are located - for many years now an ancient house on the street that has been named after Gogol since pre-revolutionary times has been destroyed. The house of a relative and patron of the writer Troshchinsky, where he lived and wrote. It is being destroyed terribly and mercilessly, almost turning into ruins with a collapsed roof and gaping holes of broken windows...
And really, behind this pharisaical “glorification” of a genius against the background of total disregard for his memory and heritage, I see vile grins and evil spirits in the style of Basavryuk and the devil in a red scroll. And - Chichikov’s crafty selfishness against the background of the greed and theft of the bureaucratic Kuvshinny Ryls and all sorts of Skvoznik-Dmukhanovskys of the local and Kyiv spill...
What can you do, this is the kind of country we have, crippling everything that is real, trying to replace it with “national Svidomo” dummies and pitiful farmer likenesses. What we have, we don’t store!
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