The most important thing is to measure the scale. In order not to be upset.
… I recently read here: “Photo of the day: James Webb took the farthest star from Earth. Its light has traveled through us for 12.9 billion years.”
He began his journey when the world did not yet exist. He walked in our direction, thinking: how are they out there? And we weren’t there yet.
2.9 billion years ago. We weren’t there yet.
Another five billion years passed – we weren’t there yet.
He walked for a long time (he was bored in the dark there). Finally something came up. Starburst, gas and dust, space crap. Our world arose 4.54 billion years ago.
I’m not going to describe our whole stupid life (a molten ball of fire, dense elements sink lower, less dense ones rise higher), then as soon as we solidified something hit us. The moon is formed.
And the light flies.
Then, it neither wobbled nor rolled – 3.7 billion years ago – the first living thing appeared. (Who is it? What is it? The light of the furthest star that has flown to us in about 8 billion years is not interesting; it is tired.)
But it flies.
Cyanobacterial mats, archaea, oxygen photosynthesis. Small wars, great conflicts, first living organisms, thousands of millions of first deaths.
And it flies.
Old, old lobe-fin fish hatched. Tiktaalik has landed. The Permian extinction took place.
And it flies.
Undead, as they themselves think, but funny past this acceleration, the dinosaurs. Finally, at the very edge, the first monkeys appeared.
And the light flies
Arrived, lay down – and here we are.
“I’ll be back,” thought the light.
… August 20, 1857 (the light of the farthest star is still far away: it still has to fly and fly) Charles Baudelaire was fined 300 francs for six poems from “The Flowers of Evil.” For blasphemy and Baudelaire’s violation of the norms of public morality. Shortly before that, Flaubert was also convicted for Madame Bovary in February.
Six poems were ordered to be removed from Baudelaire’s collection: “Lesbos”, “Women of the Cursed”, “Summer”, “Very Happy”, “Jewel” and “Vampire Metamorphoses”.
Nor will I undertake to quote the “damned women” – the ray of the farthest star is not yet with us, unaware that everything with humans is cyclical. But with the metamorphoses of a vampire, the current is not so clear to us. Shoot any horror movie – we’ve seen it all before.
And I reached out to my lover, but with me
There was a swollen wineskin with pus in it;
I closed my eyes in fear and trembled,
When I wake up in despair,
I saw: the strong mannequin disappeared,
Sucking my blood secretly from my veins;
Next to me is a half-decayed skeleton,
Like a weather vane, creaking, neglecting appearance,
Like a beacon in the creaking night
On a rusty perch and the world sleeps in the dark.
This isn’t “Summer at Pioneer Camp” for you – everything is innocent in modern times. But such is public opinion, his hesitation.
Tairov’s wife, actress Alisa Koonen, knew a lot about these hesitations. Only after his death (August 20, 1974) he did not know that in the former Tairov theater, “Kamerny”, which, after his expulsion, will be renamed the Moscow Pushkin Theater, party gatherings will be held, starting with the words: “What to do with the ghost Koonen?
There were dramatic scenes: a woman in a black leather jacket and red scarf seemed to them walking in dusty cars late in the evening. Alisa Georgievna cursed this place when Tairov and their theater were closed, and they themselves were sent on a personal pension. Rumor has it that even her husband’s office has been turned into a toilet.
The most important thing is to measure the scale. Toilet – that is, from the office. Going back to your old theater is just a ghost.
But why would a woman wear a black leather jacket and a red scarf?
But only because he’s a commissioner from Optimistic Tragedy.
“Well, who else wants to try the commissar’s body?” The most famous replica.
But we don’t want to. We are weak. If we were sent home from the theater as part of the fight against cosmopolitanism, if they built a toilet there instead of our office, then we wish (as they appointed Tairov and Koonen) even with a personal pension of allied importance. Shortly before that, Tairov was awarded the Order of Lenin.
We also want to order.
… True, he did not help Tairov. And even a new place (Vakhtangov Theater) did not help. Of course, the blow of fate on Tairov is incomparable to some of his contemporaries with the blows of fate, but, apparently, this was enough for him: Tairov died.
We don’t want to die.
But we know: the main thing is to measure the scale so as not to groan later. Don’t take other people’s lives.
Grow your evil flower, your goodness flower, your love and contempt flower in proportion to your own growth. Why do you need such a big flower of evil? This will do. Why do you need an eternal love flower? Remember me will do.
Especially when you’re older.
Koonen (even before the theater was disbanded in any way in 1928): “… Last year was my ordeal. I suffered, I suffered sometimes, the fear of vile women. Wrinkles around the eyes, drooping corners of the lips … It’s like everything just flew away with it.
And then: “… I eagerly followed the faces looking at me: do they see what I see in the mirror, they carefully examine myself in the morning and see with sadistic satisfaction the signs of “old age”, which are approaching more and more. I was pleased with the compliments of men. I almost fell in love with an Italian from the embassy because, not knowing who I was, he was sitting at another table looking for me with his eyes and following me intensely like a snake at a costume party. What nonsense! What a disgrace!”.
What shall we do with the ghost of life? Those who walk along the grates of our amateur theatre. What do we do with our apparent aging?
And suddenly. Something cut our face.
This is the light of a distant star (I know it isn’t: we won’t see it) passing through Earth. But what a great idea to represent him. This star died a long time ago, but has achieved its as yet undetermined goal. It touched us – and “went further”.
So maybe we will “rinse” someone.
Source: Gazeta

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