In the first short chapter, the two parts are divided by sharpness, they are given the most expressive strokes of Russian life: they describe foolishness and holy fools, but also Russian craftsmen and artisans. “Beggars, pimples, pobroshy, volobotshebniki, lazari, stranniki, miserable, empty saints, wicked, prophets, fools, fools, holy fools are unequivocal names of pretzels of the life of holy Russia, beggars in holy Russia, wandering passers-by, miserable for Christ’s sake, holy fools for Christ’s sake Holy Russia – these pretzels have decorated everyday life since the beginning of Rus, from the first tsars Ivanov, the life of the Russian millenium, all Russian historians, ethnographers and writers have dipped their feathers on the blessed ones. ” “And
So, there are eccentrics in Russia and… eccentrics. Both those and others can be seen in the city of Uglich, called the author of Russian Bruges or the Russian Kamakura. Two hundred versts from Moscow, and a railway fifty versts away. It was here that the ruins of manors and mahogany were stuck. Of course, a museum of ancient life has been created, but the most beautiful things are kept in the homes of former owners. There are many unfortunate people in the city, forced to exist for sale for a pittance of Russian antiquity. This is used by visiting businessmen in the wilderness, appraisers from the capital, who feel themselves as benefactors, saviors of national creativity and world culture. On the tip of Skudrin Yakov Karpovich “with a lousy smile, servile and malicious at the same time,” they go to their homes, visiting the old women, the lonely mothers, the survivors of old people’s
The great local thinker Yakov Karpovich Skudrin is generally certain that very soon the proletariat must disappear: “The whole revolution is useless, a mistake, khe, of history.” Because of the fact that two or three more generations and proletarians will disappear in the first place in the United States, in England, in Germany. Marx wrote his theory of the heyday of muscle work. This is what my thought is: soon there will be some engineers beside the machines, and the proletarians will disappear, the proletarians will turn into some engineers. Here, khe, what is my idea. because the more cultured a person is, the less he has fanabean needs, and it is convenient for him to live with all materially equally, to raise material wealth in order to liberate the idea, yes, – the English, rich and poor, sleep equally in jackets and in the same houses live, but we have – happened – compare the merchant with the peasant – the merchant, like a priest, gets dressed and lives in the mansion. And I can walk barefoot and from this I will not become worse. You say, kha, yes, exploitation will remain? – How will it remain? – a man who can be exploited, because – like a beast – he can not be let into the car, he will break it, and it costs millions. The car is more expensive than it is to save a person with a nickle from it – a person should know the car, a knowledgeable person is needed to the car – and instead of the former one there is only one. Such a person will be grooming. Disappear proletarian! ” he will break it, and it costs millions. The car is more expensive than it is to save a person with a nickle from it – a person should know the car, a knowledgeable person is needed to the car – and instead of the former one there is only one. Such a person will be grooming. Disappear proletarian! ” he will break it, and it costs millions. The car is more expensive than it is to save a person with a nickle from it – a person should know the car, a knowledgeable person is needed to the car – and instead of the former one there is only one. Such a person will be grooming. Disappear proletarian! “
If the prognosis of the future proletariat, given by the mouth of an unsympathetic but reasonably intelligent hero, is given, as it were, with the hope of a triumph of wisdom, then the prognosis of the future of modern women is little optimistic. With the collapse of the family, caused by the collapse of social principles, there will be a lot of single mothers and just single women. The new state supports and will support single mothers.
Having met his sister Claudia, the youngest son of Skudrin who escaped from the house, the communist Akim, listens to her such monologue: “I’m twenty-four.” In the spring I decided that it was time to become a woman and became her. ” The brother is indignant: “But do you have a beloved person?” – “No, no, there were several of them, I was curious… But I became pregnant, and I decided not to have an abortion.” – “And you do not know who the husband is?” “I can not decide who, but it does not matter to me, I’m a mother, I can manage, and the state will help me, but morality… I do not know what morals are, they’ve learned to understand it, or I have my own morals. I am responsible only for myself and for myself Why do I give up not morally? I do what I want and I do not commit myself to anyone. Husband? I do not need it in night shoes and to give birth. I believe in people, people love the proud and those, who does not burden them. And the state will help… “
The communist akim wanted to know that a new way of life was going on – everyday life was dreven. But Klavdia’s morality for him is both extraordinary and new. “
But is there anything on earth that remains unchanged? No doubt, it’s the sky, the clouds, the heavenly spaces. But… also “the art of mahogany, the art of things.” “Masters get drunk and die, but things remain alive, they live, they love and die about them, they keep the secrets of sorrows, love, deeds, joys.” Elizabeth, Catherine-Rococo, Baroque Paul is Maltese. “Paul is strict, strict peace, red a tree, a dark empire, a classic, Hellas, people die, but things live, and the “fluids” of antiquity, the past epochs go from antiquities. “In 1928 – in Moscow, Leningrad, in provincial cities – and sold pawnshops, gostorgom, state fund, museums: in 1928 there were many people, who collected “fluids.” People who bought antiques after the thunder of revolutions, in their homes, opting for the past, inhaling the living life of dead things. And in honor was Paul Maltese – straight and stern, without bronze and curls. “