DEDICATION TO THE ALBUM
Sergey BEREZHNOY
WORLDS OF GREAT MEANING
Worlds are born in different ways.
Some appear in a grandiose flash that eclipses reality
inspiration. Their true life is short - such a world only has time
cast a dull reflection on the paper - and dies.
Other worlds are built long and diligently: from axioms to theories.
mom, from theorems - to their consequences, cluttering the paper with coffins of
life-changing words.
Third worlds are born from great melancholy. One just takes off -
a soul waiting to be torn by grief and sadness into the damp sky...
“Why is the world imperfect, Lord?..”
God knows why; knows, but doesn't speak.
And the soul, without waiting for an answer, returns to the body, one hundred
food in line for milk.
The world is born at the moment of reunification of the soul with the body. Peace, maybe
perhaps even less perfect than the real world. So be it. But
It is given to one single person in him not to become a scumbag. Or
he can dodge a bullet aimed at him. Or capable
understand the imperfection of your world...
And the world, realizing its imperfection, gives birth to the next one.
And so on ad infinitum.
Andrey Lazarchuk did not intend to become the Creator of Non-
perfect worlds. When he wrote “Heat and Light”, “The Middle of Pu-
"and other parables - and that was a hell of a long time ago, at the beginning of eight
tenths - he onlythrew out the burden accumulated in his soul -
the thick scum of everyday life. It was incredibly disgusting, this scum.
She filled and drowned every created world within herself. She's feeling-
felt herself in her right.
But in the born world a person immediately appeared to whom
this abomination did not stick. Knight. Master. Creator. He didn't try
join the fight against scale. He was simply able to realize it,
see - and separate from the world. And his world wasn’t exactly cleared -
he felt cleaner...
It is impossible to revive a fairy-tale world lost in a nuclear flame
(“Heat and Light”), but can be created in a deep underground shelter
an artificial Sun that will flare up from the love of one
person to another. Isn't the world for those who survived?
Will this make it at least a little more beautiful?
Man is unable to overcome the imperfections of the world. Proclaimed
Pursuing this goal is always a lie. May it be as beautiful as the Kingdom
Heavenly, even logical, like Utopia, even scientific, like Communism
low - but still a lie.
And it is unthinkable not to fight the imperfections of the world. Dystopia
They never draw the future - only the present. That real thing that
The swarm must be rolled up and walled up in the past forever.
That present, the imperfection of which must be fought. Then on-
worthwhile, which has no future.
Andrey Lazarchukne wrote neither utopias nor dystopias. This was for
he is devoid of interest.His stories always take place
between the past (which utopias do not have) and the future (which utopias do not have)
dystopia), in the present, which will never become without-
cherishedly bright, nor hopelessly gloomy.
Our time. Many years ago, black witchcraft revived the mummification
quoted Leader. A mummy, unable to live on its own, is sub-
thrives on the vitality of children whom
brought to the Kremlin office on excursions - mandatory and required
as quiet as a funeral.
Is the phrase “Lenin is even more alive now” grotesque in this present
all living"?
This world is ruled by a dictatorship of deadly superstitions. Amazing
indeed, but from the dictatorship that reigned in our country for so long
reality, it differs in some small details. Attributes. Lek-
sikoy. List of prohibited books. That's all! The horror of unspoken words -
the same. The starvation ration for a child is the same. Hidden talent
or destroyed - the same.
Scary.
But the reality is worse.
In that reality, evil magic won. But in it there is
there is also good magic...
There are no miracles in our reality.
None.
In our reality, everything is rational. Rational joy, love
God, birth, death... Only the fear of darkness is irrational. Fear
this one gathered out of fear of himself, horror of blindness and eternal ex-
fear of the unknown. The brain is unable to cope with this fear,
for the brain is also rational.A terrible whirlpool of irrational fear draws in everyone
dey, connects them like bubbles on the surface of water. Having merged,
how these bubbles, into something unified, people become gateways, through
which Horror breaks out into the world.
Choose.
The first is death. You will have no more fear of the dark
that one. You yourself will become a part of it.
The second is loneliness. Destroy your love, forget your friends
Zey, live alone in the night of an eternal, maddening nightmare.
Third. Let Horror into the world. Free yourself from it. Take comfort in the fact
that you didn’t do it alone (you couldn’t have done it alone) and live
see further. Moreover, with horror located outside of you, you can
fight.
Fourth. There is no other option.
In the story "Out of the Darkness" the hero takes on loneliness.
He did not save his world - Horror found another way. But now in horror
it was possible to shoot, because Horror had become rational.
Should we be afraid of what we can understand?
Only darkness is truly scary.
The state has invented an ingeniously simple way to force itself
to be afraid: it began to turn the familiar into the irrational. The most
incredible nightmares that burst onto the pages of Dick's novels from
narcotic delirium, pale before the art of governments
turn life into hell. Deprive a person's life of logic - and he can
take with bare hands. Twist his past and he's ready to shoot
in your own children. Say that the world is built on lies - and it willby-
believes you.
Andrey Lazarchuk's novel "Late for Summer" is also based on
lies. The Witch Garden is a mirage, the North Star is a mystery, it is true
only the great lie of war and death. Which lie to believe? Should I go?
forever to the North, attaching the Polar Star to the bowsprit, or ru-
hitting cardboard tanks with a saber?
What is the truth? What is faith? Is it true what you can believe?
believe?
Each span of the Homeric Bridge can be touched with your hands, but
if your body itself ceases to exist for bullets, glances and
touch - how to trust your feelings? The film is impartial
is true and true until it is manifested and mounted, but,
removed from the cell, she immediately begins to lie.
Is this really a universal world law? Or is this lie necessary?
the last condition for human existence? Or - States?
But the world itself does not know lies, but man is capable of this lie
recognize - no matter how sophisticated it is. The state su-
exists only thanks to lies. That a person needs care
from above - a lie; Having rejected God's care, man no longer needs
in no one's. That society needs ordering is a lie; Go-
the state destroys the orderliness of life, changing laws according to its own
according to my desire.
Lies are the natural state of the State.
In one of the worlds created by Andrei Lazarchuk, there is
Golem - the mind generated by the State, the bastard child of society
lineupheavals of the twentieth century. He exists, but he does not exist
yours is a cybernetic mind, embodied not in metal and
semiconductors, but in a colossal bureaucratic system.
The Golem's raison d'être is to transform lies
magician into a lie of reality. Having begun to exist in the world,
where the lie was artless and naive, he gave the lie a global
slenderness and monumental majesty. The Golem World has been transformed
rushed into the world of total lies - lies of thoughts, words, actions, lies
death and oblivion. The world of the dictatorship of lies, where lying is in principle impossible.
can be discovered - because there is nothing to rely on except
to another lie. A person who cannot exist is not defined
having shared some fundamental truths for himself, he is forced to accept
mother as such is a lie.
And the person ceases to be a person.
Or it simply ceases to be.
We live in the World of Great Melancholy.
It has everything - beauty and vice, gold and death. It has no
the bottom of imperfection, which - remember? - generates the same non-
perfect worlds. Maybe there is God in him.
But if he exists, then he created our world without flying over the abyss in
darkness. He created it while standing in line for milk.
February 1992.
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