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Sergey Rosedkin as a mirror of Russian relaxation The citation for those who badly knows value of last word: a relaxation (from Latin relaxatio — easing) — pressure reduction, a relaxation, returning process in a balance condition. Name and rest after a nourishing dinner, sexual intercourse, heavy physical job or stress. The person sits, and to it all on a fig — neither about the past would not be desirable to think, nor about the future. Otkljuchyonka. But not a dream. Slides a sight on a table, considers a cockroach, but a hand laziness to lift, that it to slam. On the contrary, this insect can cast thoughts about high and eternal, about a life and death, about those who will come of us in the stead and will become impregnated with fruits of our works. However, it is faster a picture from the past. Now men more often relaksirujut not with a cockroach, and with the computer. In a soft armchair. And the whole days. Yes will excuse me of the woman, it will be a question of men. To the fair sex usually not to a relaxation — it is too much on them lays cares. And an overstrain — sincere and physical — for them not a rarity, and norm of a life. Therefore simply you pass from gallop to a lynx, or even on a step, and through pair hours you can even break in an open-cast mine (in a pace, certainly, meanwhile not from breakage). Therefore and in computers we are not so advanced — there is no time. Unlike our native, loved and simply familiar — that muzheskogo to a floor. And all of them the web as more deeply braids relaxations, and that, world, that is called as the Internet. And last novels of Tambov writer Sergey Rosedkina show this process with frightening typicalness. Yes, the powerful mine of the slowed down action was put in pawn by scientific and technical progress under our Russian strong half. And as in time! 90th years which have got tired after cataclysms of the man have felt senselessness of the further floundering. On a policy the usual person all the same cannot influence, be engaged in business, not having soiled about kriminal, very difficult, fairly to save up for something standing, we will tell on apartment, is unreal: has postponed infernal efforts for a year the tenth part of its cost, and the prices have jumped up twice. Also there is no more sense either in job, or in money scattered in ashes, in political disputes to a hoarseness in which since a youth so our generation took a great interest. And to meet friends pulls all less often, ohi-sighs and plakanja in a vest have bothered already obsasyvanija deadlock problems. nadiratsja collectively or alone — especially business of plebeians, and predisposition to it should be had. Here also it is necessary to leave during a virtual life and about what not to think. Protagonists of novels of N.Rosedkina «I am am liked by Dzhulija Roberts» (Moscow: "Owl", 2005) and "Ljupof" (Moscow: "Voice-press", 2006) and do. Creep on sites, burying in the jungle of the cine or literary information. Raise itself to erektsii razgljadyvaniem a photo - film stars or reading of the love Sado-mazo — it is obvious not for Russians and especially not for intelligency (and in novels we see only it, native, representatives of other classes-layers are entered only for surroundings). Ambition — too not intellectual line, not without reason say, that the creative person begins itself piarit only in idle time when she has already nothing to tell. Remains … clearly, that. That people during the periods of reaction or simply recession of sociopolitical activity (a society relaxation) start to show heightened interest to problems of love or as the psychologist would tell, to interpersonal relations, is noticed for a long time already. And the best psychological novels were created during such times. It is no wonder, as N.Rosedkin has devoted to this theme the products. Protagonists of both novels want love, passionately, painfully. And both it find. Only what … And here ancient wisdom is involuntarily recollected, that everyone receives on merits and if something not so — search for roots in the past. On other ancient wisdom, the real man should make three things in a life: to construct the house, to grow up the son and to plant a tree. That in transfer into our realities means: to adjust a life and to solve financial questions, to leave posterity, and the son symbolises not simply the child, and the successor of your affairs and undertakings, and to create something perfect, that you will go through and will yield fruits to descendants. It is possible to consider as a tree works of art, the scientific hypothesis, prospering business or simply spiritual enlightenment which will take root in souls and becomes a mentality part. Clearly, seldom who manages all at once. But all the same it is necessary to aspire. At Nasonkina — the hero of the novel «Me is liked by Dzhulija Roberts», at Domashneva — professors from "Ljupfi" these aspirations it is not visible in general. The life at them has been adjusted once for a long time and, apparently, is poor, time both heroes cannot part in any way with the grown hateful wives (who read both novels, for some reason imagine the same apartment). Heroes have not got children, and this question excites them a little. With "tree" business is is so sad. Kohl Nasonkin also does not try to create anything. Job in university publishing house has grown hateful to it, to go to postgraduate study it too does not want, as on an example of the spouse sees, as well as for what dissertations become. And to bear netlenki to it it is obvious vlom. However, he writes a diary of the experiences, but is similar, that this ispovedalnaja the manuscript is necessary to it, only that it was easier to come back mentally pleasant minutes. In a counterbalance to this young man, grown wise experience Domashnev — both the prose writer, and the literary critic, both the critic, and the head of chair at university. But all its creativity remains behind a shot. It like also goes by pages of the novel somewhere with lectures, and watches literature novelties, but attacks of an itch of a feather when the writer about all forgets, we and have not seen. Selflessly, recklessly and creatively professor Domashnev does only one — drinks. And Kohl Nasonkin, by the way, too. But it is obvious not that "tree" about which east wise men spoke. Similar, that, the disdained ancient values, so typical our contemporaries except love in general want nothing. And love prefer irreal as, except adoration and physiological delights, can give nothing to the beloved. Actually this feeling is necessary for them to leave in certain other world. Love, as a drug, love, as runaway. All the same where, though in virtual measurement. Kohl Nasonkinu it was possible. The fan of a known film actress has begun with steadfast razgljadyvanija on a photo of its T-shirts-shorts-birthmarks. Then got used to heroes of films where she played, especially empathizing them in erotic scenes. And here already real life has completely depreciated, to it is indifferent, that it remained without job, the wife, apartment, times there is a fantastic dream to incorporate to a subject of the passion in the computer world behind the looking-glass-zaekrane. Whether it has turned out to break at the hero not only logic laws, but also laws of physics or he was simply killed novorussky by the brother-in-law, the reader never learns. Loved Domashneva 20-year-old Alina Latunkina is not so virtual, but feelings to it at the professor same enthusiastically-irresponsible. He, as the teenager, revels in appointments on secret apartment and ekstaznoj e-e-correspondence. And in relation to the live vulnerable girl it even more meanly, than at Nasonkina, — that has crippled a life to itself(himself) and the wife, and this also the liked. It is simple to present a condition of the student on which shows a finger all university, parents exhaust inquiries, moreover the jealous competitor-wife arranges telephone attacks. However the fifty years' men-friend (fight — you will not tell in any way) does not hurry to protect the girl with experiences. Does not inform and on the plans concerning their future habitation, its divorce with the wife and other everyday "trifles". Though, time it already rents apartment, to make all it it would be possible in few days. That is to make that any woman — fair waits from the man, opened, a decisive step, without ogljadok and lie. And before us not a classical image of irresolute Russian person on randevu. It is new socially-psychological type of the man to which and in a head does not come to solve something as to it and so it is good. Its reason, as well as at Nasonkina, floats all the day long in erotic waves. A relaxation! And yet the fried cock will not peck, to undertake something it simply not in forces. That Alina Latunkina becomes the mistress of the first got youth, absolutely naturally even if it does not approach it on many parametres. There to it is not simply comfortable", as she writes in elektronke, with it it first of all gets rid of a humiliating ambiguity of the position and full uncertainty. It is necessary to be surprised only, that it still any time remains is physically close with the hero, probably, from its party it really there was the first"ljupov", let short-lived, as the first snow. In the novel ending the intelligent professor-writer appears as the perfect geek: writes to the girl any mucks, tries to converge with its girlfriend, and in the end also reads another's letters. And when it, all forgotten, bomzhuet in the market, it it is not so a pity. Really, to everyone on merits. Such here at it now a relaxation. By the way, as this word last chapter of the book also is called. Protagonists "Ljupfi" and «I am am liked by Dzhulija Roberts» differently leave our life, and neither in the first, nor in the second novel there is no description of their physical end. But their leaving is natural, as the moral destruction of any carrier of the egoistical beginning is natural in Russian literature. If the love became end in itself, and the vector of the application of spiritual forces is directed by a self-consolation not on object, and besides on itself liked she is doomed. The love is a launch, lifting, the higher power point of a life. A relaxation — a relaxation. Therefore love and a relaxation — concepts incompatible. Differently, misters relaksirujushchie men! Be not under a delusion! To you in this business shines nothing. Hardly the modern reader will draw for itself these conclusions. But at subconscious level, give the god, something will be postponed. As about strong passions now there are not too many books (translation love novels it is not counted). Its and unusual virtual form of construction of the text will entice: "Dzhulija" (a genre designation — «the Virtual novel») it is presented as the enclosed file to the letter, and "Ljupof" ("Email-novel") — as email-correspondence of two enamoured. Successful reception for display of the ephemeral feelings deprived of any concrete real embodiment. They as if and remain in this irreal zaekrane, switch off the computer — and will disappear without a trace. Though, trying to give vent before the reader the soul and to show a written box of the hero, the author has obviously overdone. To read hundreds letters, two thirds from which is monotonous-enthusiastically-love, it is simply impossible. The attention relaxation (in sense its easing) comes already at the reader. And more kills thousandfold repetition of a word "love". Old psychological experience: at a word "is sweet" at the experimental the corresponding saliva is allocated, at triple repetition of this word it the most dense, at tenfold density weakens. After twenty "is sweet" a saliva already as at hit in a mouth of strong bitterness, and at sixty persons can pull out simply. And here, "love" devaluation you start to feel already to the fiftieth page (and them more than 350), then all becomes dull, then … is shorter, as in experience. Not without reason good heads poetic litstudy strictly forbid to young poets to use a word "love" in verses. Express, speak, the feelings through tracks or other receptions. And, probably, they are right. It is and more recollected, that we in days of our youth, about twenty years ago, tried not to remember in vain this word, even when rushed each other in embraces. I somehow began to argue in this occasion with the gloomy acquaintance, and he has told: «We, intellectuals, most of all are afraid of falseness, and the thought uttered is lie. In the people there is no such phobia — on rural dances in the first evening to me were explained in love. But we are happier, as, leaving a word, we go through sensation, adjustment for a wave. And here it is difficult to be mistaken». Were mistaken, of course, and we, broke destinies to itself and another. But nevertheless there was no such smoke screen of the love letters written after death of love. Likely, really, were afraid of lie. And such personal inconsistency was a rarity. And such desire of a relaxation among men. Because also gave birth women without fear, and now the people die out. And after all, apparently, it is easy to understand, that the weaker sex votes against relaksirujushchih spouses the children who have not born or killed in a womb. Because one of us does not have guarantee, that blagovernyj will not spit upon everything, will not sit down in front of the computer and will not start to drive next "shooter" or hours to consider a birthmark on a hip of the movie star. Once there all also will not leave, entirely, in a literal sense as has shown N.Rosedkin. And any presidential programs not in forces to prevent it. And if through unlimited quantity of years our not numerous descendants want to understand, that occurred to their fathers and grandfathers why vital energy has fallen so, that people would like to do nothing, even to breed, it will be enough simple to take Sergey Rosedkina's novels. There there are answers to all these questions. In the unostentatious soft form, without any publitsistichnosti, only through experiences of heroes the author shows end history. Meanwhile the end of separate persons. And whether these will turn uhody to anywhere our contemporaries in mass apokalipsicheskoe the phenomenon, descendants will already know. If, of course, they in general are born … Nina VESELOVSKY, «The Tambov almanac» № 3, December, 2006 |
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© Rosedkin Sergey Nikolaevich, 2001 |
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