Etudes ex abrupto About nonsense, war and heroism of“ No community, any everyday communication would exist
pleasant and strong: the people could not take down long
of the sovereign, mister - slave,
servant - madam, teacher - pupil,
friend - the friend, the wife - the husband etc. if they mutually
were not mistaken, did not resort to flattery, did not spare
of others weaknesses, did not treat to one one honey of nonsense. “
Erasmus Roterodamus “ Nonsense Praise “
Beginning this opus, I set for myself very difficult and ungrateful task as to me not one great mind thought of the question “That There Is a Nonsense“, the most known of which, perhaps, Erasmus from Rotterdam with its immortal “Praise of nonsense“. Therefore I will not be original, and I will just try to state the modest reasons on this subject, many of which, of course, are a fruit of thoughts and conclusions of philosophers and wise men of early times (by the way which thoughts and conclusions, in turn, were also a fruit of thoughts and conclusions of others, earlier, philosophers and wise men).
So, it is sure that not I one was visited by “clever“ thought as there is a lot of around fools. In any case - the world and teems with morons, slowcoaches, idiots, imbeciles, clowns, buffoons, various nonsenses, nonsenses, absurdizm and that similar as a spring compost heap manure flies. Where you will not dart a glance, everywhere “Asinus asinum fricet“ - the donkey rubs about a donkey. But, I know, not everything is so simple. Just including someone the fool whether you assimilate to him because “Damnant quod non intelligent - condemn the fact that do not understand“, and misunderstanding and condemnation and are nonsense recognition, isn`t that so? Clever all tries to understand and if they does not understand - does not hurry to condemn, recognizing, as his mental capacities have the borders.
Remember how it is frequent from the colleagues, you heard friends, family members “I do not understand it …“, and further, usually, censure and condemnation of what the speaker does not understand follows. That is, I do not understand - means, I do not accept - and it and there is the first sign of elementary, ubiquitous tomfoolery which all of us, in a varying degree, in one or other time, sin.
In general, it is necessary to tell that nonsense is widespread much more widely, above and more deeply, than childly fondly and mistakenly it is represented to all of us. Without banal nonsense and intellectual limitation one state of the world would have no normal army. Because voluntarily to carry out someone`s gegemonichesky, quasi patriotic a la “international debt“ and any other orders some, cleverer, and even as it will be recognized later at the Kremlin banquet table, the ingenious strategist, with thought “To die for the homeland - your honourable debt“ - unless there is no Everest nonsenses? Than the army and those who serve in it - that it stronger, more solid, is “sillier“ more selflessly, it is “more convenient“ to the state where everyone is similar Japanese kamikadets ready to die for the emperor, without asking questions, and it, really, so (a request not to confuse to the formed and qualified army). That is, as A. Buryak, other creator of less well-known, but not less significant work told about Her Majesty Gluposti: “Fools - support of the state. Fools - property of the nation. The homeland loves the fools“.
Whether “War - - nursery and source of all dostokhvalny acts, so-called heroism? And between what can be sillier, than enter for any reasons competition during which each of the parties surely feels much more discomfort, than gets benefits? About those which will be killed is not necessary - - as spoke once about megarets - - and to extend.
But I ask you: when two armies chained in iron cost one against
of another and “ The Hoarse roar of pipes discloses » air; what sense from these wise men exhausted with the doctrine with the diluted, cold blood in veins? Here potrebna athletes, healthy fellows who have more courage less mind“ (“A nonsense praise“. Erasmus Roterodamus).
I personally happened to do military service, and I learned by own experience that, despite the Soviet long-term and ardent rhetoric “Service in army - an honourable debt of each man“, “In army become real men“, “In army receive a profession and a start in life“ and so forth the legalized washing of brains of greenhorns and their virtuous and law-abiding parents, from the confused stay in our valorous troops, I did not take out anything, except a bitter experience. Only calm: a bitter experience - the best experience.
Who, tell if not intellectually narrow individual, or the ideological Zealot, is ready to kill, force, torture voluntarily - and it is also three components of war, - and later victoriously to pace in all beauty of obligatory military attributes on streets and squares, for some highest idea called by the state integrity, protection of the state interests, the help to fraternal peoples, and in practice without pseudo-virtuous mask, is simply prosecution of egoistical state interests?
We will take, for example, so-called patriotic and humanistic heroism. One hero to whom political leaders on a pointer of party previously fine raked over the coals with Molotov`s cocktail or a three-ruler rushed on the tank, another entered the house blazing a blue flame to rescue the child, the third gave to the country of coal five times more norm. In the first case, gas mixture and rifle cartridges did not do big harm to an armored vehicle, and the hero was crushed by caterpillars. In the second, the child in the house did not appear, and our hero got burns of the second degree. In the third, the press trumpeted about the hero to receive even more free heroes - fools, the hero was given the certificate of honor and an award at a rate of a monthly salary. A question if all three heroes knew about what waits for them, they would begin to act heroically? It is rather not, than yes, though will be also such which illogically and without any advantage for themselves and for society are ready to fall for embrasures, to lay down under tanks, to cut coal due to the health.
Behind all the irrationalism stands the given examples. That is, nonsense “Be afraid of the first movement of soul. Usually it the most noble and unreasonable“ - Tamerlan (and he that understood heroism).
And even if all three given examples brought visible benefit - the tank was blown up, the child is rescued, warmed with coal freezing - but if the first hero presented in all paints what with it will as the huge iron car will squeeze out from it his interiors, flatten out his legs, hands and a body if the second was familiar with burn medicine and understood that the first three months it will not be able to exist without morphine, and the life rest from its melted persons will jump aside respectable citizens, not knowing about his heroism, and seeing only its external ugliness and if the third stakhan realized that from continuous vibration of a jackhammer it will prematurely earn occupational disease, will tear a back and will dirty coal dust the lungs on whose treatment of its award in any way will not be enough, and his heroism will become only one more career step for the chief of mine, that the sensible mind and an instinct of self-preservation in every possible way would keep future heroes from self-damage.
The reasonable person, with a fulfillment of feats does not hurry. If you want, clever - the coward, in narrow-minded understanding of the word. And the fool - the man of courage. Reasonable and judicious it is not clear at all why it is necessary to make these most sacrificial feats the price of the life and lives of others of the benefit of other, often not most respectable and remarkable representatives of the human race when it is possible simply, keeping life, health and advantage, to go surely to goals and to bring much more benefit to the country, people, itself, remaining live and healthy.
For what, for example, it was necessary to build St. Petersburg, this St. Petersburg, previously having fertilized its bogs of a kostma of tens of thousands unfortunate, but not just to work hard and it is diligent, keeping lives of peasants, having provided them put harchy and earned dengy? Perhaps for future generations of freeloaders which, having lowered stomachs and clicking cameras, will wander imposingly about the Hermitage and the Nevsky and to admire self-sacrifice of the unfortunate ancestors? Or that to the world glory and Napoleon I`s greatness to two million healthy and strong men - every seventh France of that time - whose lives were brought to it to please? And whether our identification of this tyrant and dushegubets with a standard of the governor, commander and man to whom we on asinine stubborn blow dithyrambs full of admiration, we shoot about it silly movies or we call cognac in his honor is a fine paradigm of nonsense? “There are rams, drums from leather of rams beat the drums, and“.
Or who needs pyramids in Giza now, the Great Wall or the Acropolis - these feats of architecture and wonders of the world on which construction thousands of human lives were ruined?
What benefit was brought to themselves and to society soldiers - the internationalists making the heroic feats near Kandahar and Herat are so called? How many they were, badly trained boys stopped into mountain gorges of Afghanistan fulfilling the “an international duty“ (the term that what was thought up for murder)? Thrown in literal and figurative sense - the state, party, commanders. They that are not guilty, they needed to survive, and they had no other exit, but what such advantage they and all of us could draw from this war? For the sake of what and whom?
The clever man can though a little to glance forward and to often see futility, perversity made or problems which his heroic act can cause. The fool is impulsive, siyeminuten and forward looks seldom. As soon as future “hero“ reflects “And for what in general it is necessary? “, as right there all the noble and surrounded with a sanctity aura visibility of sacrificial self-sacrifice begins to remind a flickering mirage, and from sharp eyes, in the end, it can disappear at all.
Further, many so-called feats and examples of heroism and self-sacrifice as well as any events in general, actually those are not, or are not in that degree in which appear at us, and are in reality only a fruit of imagination of witnesses of such example of heroism, the known love of journalists and any scribblers to invent and exaggerate, a task of party and government. It is our well-known love to myths. The most famous satirist D. Swift in the Gulliver`s Travels (the book which is a remarkable sample of satire and which we, alas, know only by the adapted “Gulliver`s Travel to the Country of Liliputians“ option) writes about it in an entertaining form, perhaps. In one of the improbable adventures Gulliver meets any remarkable people of the past: “I asked to show me Alexander the Great at the head of his army, immediately after fight near Arbela. Alexander was invited to my room. I hardly sorted his speech, and he, in return badly understood me. He swore to me that it was not poisoned, and died of fever thanks to unlimited alcoholism. Then I saw Hannibal during his transition through the Alps who declared to me that it in camp had no vinegar at all. I also saw Caesar and Brut. At the sight of Brut I like deep awe: in each its line it was easy to see the most perfect virtue, the greatest impartiality and determination, the most faithful love for the country and benevolence to people. With great pleasure I was convinced that these both persons are in the excellent relations with each other, and Caesar frankly admitted to me that the greatest feats made by him during life cannot far be compared to glory of the one who took away from him life“. Further: “I felt especially strong disgust for a modern history. Actually, having carefully considered people who within last century used loud glory, I understood in what delusion the selling scribblers attributing the greatest feats to pants, a wise advice to fools, sincerity to flatterers, the Roman valor to traitors of the fatherland, chastity to sodomites, truthfulness to informers keep the world. I learned how many innocent excellent people were sentenced to death or exile how many rascals were built to high positions how many great acts actually were meanness and a crime“. That is, not all gold that shines, not all - a feat to what it seems.
The sad case during the Great Patriotic War told by one veteran is remembered. “Before attack, at one of fighters took a stomach. Yes so took that wet is not present. Where to disappear? Not in an entrenchment to celebrate need, before companions. Well, the fighter forward also got, that is, it is direct under bullets. To it shout “Where, the foolish woman! Will kill!“. And he settled down under a hill. Well, the German, of course, noticed the movement. Well, also went off with a bang. Also killed the fighter with a direct hit. Which - as dragged away it back, trousers put on. The clerk asks the commander: “How to write down?“ That matyugnutsya and speaks: “Write fell death brave“. Then, speak, after approach, still, as well as others, to a medal presented. Here such here heroism“.
And other case when the inexperienced fighter to the check from the grenade took out and costs among the same gawks - for fear what to do does not know. His commander that snatched out the grenade and only and was in time that her body to cover. The officer to pieces, greenhorns all are living. Well, rumpled that case, of course, without any heroism, medals there and ranks.
Remember thousands of Chernobyl liquidators who yourself as a live board prevented a radioactive infection to extend further. Privates and officers, physicians and firemen, civil and military. Practically none of them knew that he expects them. Nobody thought that many will decay and break up alive to pieces. That many will grow bald and will become infertile. That they will have problems with a thyroid gland, hearing, sight, a dream and appetite. The homeland and party did not find time to report to them about it, having sacrificed them, and then having thrown many to the mercy of fate, having forced to beat out blood funds for treatment, existence though this homeland and party had to deliver them a monument still during lifetime and pray on them. But imagine whether there were heroes much if each of these sacrificial innocent persons knew that it expects them in the future? If each of them could though a little to glance forward and to see how they are left by wives how literally their flesh in the eyes decays, and their homeland for the sake of which they offered themselves refuses to pay them pensions? If each of them recognized by whose fault and from - for what negligence all tragedy happened and that those who were responsible for accident, having received the next awards and having replaced one chairs with others, cozier, now in a cam laugh at them? If heroes knew that already in half a year after accident for the sake of what they risked life will begin to come back to the Chernobyl zone, and some also will not think to leave? And many of those for the sake of whom this sacrifice was made will not even think of the saviors and will not estimate their heroism. I think that the number of heroes would considerably be reduced, at least owing to such natural thing as reasonable self-preservation. It is an instinct. And instincts do not happen good and bad, they it is simple to eat as there is a nature. From here and simple conclusion: often heroism is based on ignorance, ignorance and not possession of information. And the more authentically and comprehensive information, the is weaker an imperative to unjustified, silly and often not necessary self-sacrifice. It is possible to endow himself and it is necessary when there is no doubt in correctness and need of such act. Or at least when is at least some atverennost in advantage of such self-sacrifice. When your relatives are threatened by obvious danger, and you in forces to prevent the tragedy, to rescue them. Another words, heroism has to be justified.
Other case. Having a rest at the sea, recently got married man and the woman got to a funnel, that is began to sink. She tells: “Both of us appeared under water, in whirlpool which violently turned us. I was slightly below it and to come up, began to grab it. For legs, hands, for a body. But he instead of rescuing me, tried to come up. Both of us escaped, but now I think of divorce as I am not sure of this person. He behaved as the coward“. He tells: “Yes, really I tried to rescue first of all myself then to rescue it. When you are under water and it is ready to die, you do not reflect as as it is necessary to do. The instinct of self-preservation solves for you. It at cinema the hero selflessly at first rescues all others, and then thinks of himself. In life everything appeared differently. When I appeared on a surface and gathered air, I dived for the wife and helped to come up it“. The psychologist comments: “Really, having appeared in a critical situation, often there is no time for reflection. And often the nature, despite of ethics and standards of behavior, itself solves as how to do to keep life. A self-preservation instinct the strongest of all instincts which are available for the person. Therefore to accuse the person that he at first rescued himself, and then the wife - it is unreasonable. And then, having rescued itself, it helped also you to come up on a surface. It would be better if it unreasonably allowed to drown to both itself(himself), and you? “
Often in the war and not only to create conditions for a feat, it is necessary to bungle, defile in every possible way a situation and to put people in such disgusting conditions in which “there is a place to a feat“. When everything is normal as has to be, the feat does not have the place. Houses do not burn, commanders and strategists of approach not pros (ypat), planes from - for the sold-out spare parts do not fall. The feat is not necessary. That is, the feat is a correction of mistakes one others. There is a mistake - there is a feat. There is no mistake - there is no feat.
The shtrafbatnik going with a bayonet to attack had no choice, except how to make a feat. And he made it.
Sometimes the hero is the same who made everything that “the feat lived“. It not obligatory same person. It can be the group of persons united by professional or other interest. For example, military. Or physicians. One military created such conditions that to the private beat off kidneys, raped a banner staff, stabbed a knife, others “valorously“ protected it, transfered to the reserve, made guilty persons responsible, and to themselves hung up one more asterisk on a shoulder strap. Or one physicians made everything that there was a situation in which the five-months premature child was born, tuberculosis developed, the patient felled into a coma. Others made a feat, rescuing the premature child, healing tuberculosis, supporting for years the patient in a coma.
One my acquaintance prayed on the husband that when they gave birth to the unhealthy child, did not leave her. She to everything closed eyes - and to the fact that he is an addict, and that the player, and on all the rest. For admiration of its “feat“ at it mind was enough, and for thinking over that the child was born unhealthy because of heroin dependence of the spouse, somehow it was impossible to it. Beautiful there was a woman. But silly woman rare. Though, perhaps, it was the highest degree of wisdom which often borders on full tomfoolery.
Other case. In the absence of parents three children played with matches. There was a fire. So far curtains blazed, the fact that is more senior quietly brought the brother and the sister to the street. Gradually all house was engaged. Neighbors noticed fire, called firefighters. Firefighters went forty minutes. Until arrived, extinguished, from the house there was only a base. The arrived journalist right there scribbled an article in the Geroichesky Postupok Malysha newspaper in which it was reported that ten-year-old “kid“ had enough sharpness and courage to rescue the brother and the sister that he was not afraid of fire and an other crap. Well, painted as it is often accepted at scribblers of its shop. It is asked “And that here heroic?“. In what a feat? Itself set fire to the house. While the house only lit up, quietly brought the brother and the sister to the street (could also documents with things to take). Firefighters went the whole hour and when arrived, and still slow neighbors noticed glow, all had an impression that they, say, saw the hero with a nimbus over the head who is taking out on hands of children from the burning log hut.