Victor Topaller: Tired fathers, frostbitten children and an enlightening shovel

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Just let’s agree right away: don’t be offended by me, okay? I understand perfectly well that it’s not your fault: you worked like hell and simply didn’t notice that the children were being methodically brainwashed. First at school, then at university. And today impudent, disdainfully grinning young people come to their parents’ house, who, of course, are ashamed of their backward “soviet parents”, mired in the abyss of extremism and conservatism. But contempt and pity are not the only feelings - it also takes on anger at one’s ancestors: after all, it was thanks to people like them that Trump became president! They explained to us at the university what a tragedy this is!

Who explained? Favorite, unsinkable "red professorship", thanks to which young people and are confident that socialism is the same as capitalism, only for all and equally, and mad Sanders is the best candidate for a place in the White House ...

There is nothing surprising in the fact that the children of Allen Ginsberg and his entire dirty company (drugs, drunkenness, debauchery, theft, idleness - this is all a protest against a decaying society, Fershtein?!) are successfully producing his grandchildren and great-grandchildren... Molesters. “Occupy Wall Street”, anti-globalists and other scum... Stoned and chipped “fighters” with Che Guevara’s face on their T-shirts. Not all, of course. Many are very nice, intelligent, well-mannered (spoon on the right, fork on the left) children. Only one drawback - blown out brains...

When, in 66, the Time correspondent asked the great Vladimir Nabokov what he thought of the “student revolution” that shook Europe, he replied:

“Hooligans are never revolutionaries, they are always reactionaries. Among the youth you will also find the biggest conformists and philistines, for example, hippies with their group beards and group protests. Demonstrators in American universities are as little concerned about the fate of education as football fans who destroy subway stations in England are concerned about the fate of football. Both of them belong to the same family of stupid hooligans - although among them there is a small layer of smart scoundrels.” Sounds very relevant, no?

Could you save your children from this misfortune? Can. Remember, Raikin: "If my father would have paid a little more, and my mother worked a little less ...". Many had neither the strength nor the time. Now it is necessary to clear up. And it is hardly possible to rashlebat. Some parents, however, found another way - they themselves “saw the light” and sang crazy songs in unison with their fooled children ...

What am I for? There is no protection for our children and grandchildren, except for ourselves. Only we are able to provide real opposition to the system, which cripples is not the first rising generation. And we have no one else to hope for. I do not want to offend anyone, honestly.

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Just think: it may not be too late. Without didactics and moralizing. Without soul-saving conversations. Humanly. History and literature (real) under your banners. In the end, is there something more important for us than our children and grandchildren? And from the complexes - a parable, which I really like:

“Once, three of his children came to Master Van, and everyone wanted something strange.

“Father,” said the eldest son, blushing and blushing. - I think I love men more than women. And among men, I love Sun Ahui from a neighboring village the most. I understand that you wanted to see in me a support in the future, a continuer of the lineage and heir to your skill, but ... I'm sorry, I want otherwise. Nothing, if I bring Sun Ahui into the house, and we will sleep in the same bed and sit by the fire, holding hands?

“Dad,” said the middle son, looking down. “It seems to me that I am a pacifist and I can’t even look at weapons, meat food and other people's suffering.” I understand that you would like to see in me a strong warrior, a winner and a defender who will become famous throughout the Middle Kingdom, but ... sorry, I want to be different. Nothing, if you otmazhesh me from the army, and we take to the house of our pig, whom we feed for the Lantern Festival? I will call him Pikachu, I will bathe in warm water, tie a blue bow around my neck, and Pikachu and I will eat only vegetable food! ..

- Dad! - said Master's beloved daughter Wang, Masian, leading a graceful foot on the clay floor. - You know, I'm a young, beautiful and smart girl. Therefore, I want to realize myself and live for myself. I understand that you would like to see in me a loving wife of your husband, a skilful mistress and a caring mother of numerous grandchildren, but ... sorry, this will not happen. Nothing, if I leave the city, become an office worker there, make a career and become childfree? And on weekends, I will come to your nursing home on my Mathis and buy you a wonderful rocking chair ...

Master Van had already opened his mouth to loudly tell the children everything he thought about them, but he didn’t make a sound. “Is it necessary?” He thought suddenly. - Yes, what right do I have to decide for my children, how they should live, with whom to sleep, what to eat, what to believe? They are independent individuals! So what if the oldest is only seventeen? Just think, I do not like! Nothing, I will suffer, but my children will be happy! In the end, the more civilized a person is, the more tolerant he is, so will I really behave like a savage ?! ”

“Well,” he said wearily, “live as you like.”

Ten years have passed.

The children lived as they wanted.

The eldest, after long ailments and torments, died of AIDS.

The average spent more and more time in the pigsty, addicted to singed ergothogs, and taught all the boars to drink with him; from time to time he would wake up, some time he philosophized with Pikach that our world was nothing more than a collection of smelly impurities, and then fell asleep again.

Daughter first became rich in the city. But one day she was fed up with business partners, and they all seemed to her too old and weak for her bed. And the young lover, whom she hired for providing sexual services for a fair price, deftly forged her signature, transferred all her assets to herself and left him penniless; the daughter returned to Master Van, rushed to cultivation with her soul, and spent her days under the drying Utun, tirelessly reading the mantra "All bastards ... all scum." Master Wang regularly carried the pot behind her and thought with horror about who would do it when he himself became completely decrepit: after all, Heaven did not send him either a grandson or even a granddaughter.

Once he came to a neighbor to share his misfortune and saw that Master Zhang was sitting in the gazebo in front of a rock garden, drinking plum wine and smoking his favorite crooked pipe.

- How are you, neighbor? - asked Master Van. - Is everything alright? What are the kids?

Master Zhang slowly took a sip from the cup and replied:

- The eldest son became interested in deciphering epitaphs on ancient tombstones, knows the greatness of the past and earns well. He married the daughter of a district judge, they live in perfect harmony, they have a big house in the city.

The middle son serves in the imperial cavalry on the southern border. He is the head of the "long hundred" equestrians. Enemies fear him like fire, friends love him, subordinates respect him, and bosses appreciate him.

And the daughter — well, my beautiful daughter, her beloved husband, and my five grandchildren ...

- Incredible! Cried Master Van. - But didn’t ten years ago, your children, being young, hot and stupid, came to you, wanting something strange ?! Master Zhang nodded gravely.

- How did you manage to raise such glorious children?

“I simply told them that if they didn’t stop fooling around, I would fire them with a shovel.”

Since then, the teachings of the Free Person in the Middle Kingdom began to decline, and the teachings of the Enlightening Shovel blossomed. ”

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