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Nevertheless, everything that generally has happened in Ukraine over the course of the second post-revolutionary year is nothing but a full-scale remake of what once was in the past. In a few words you can describe the essence of what happened as follows: and in the opposition) the unrestrained impudence of Ukrainian political animals (both those in power a complete disregard by them of the possible reactions of society (unfortunately, not without grounds, because in fact there have been no reactions) a cynical manipulation of the electorate with an even more cynical and further deception of it, the treatment of it as a “biomass” or “population”—as though it were the good old days. In the case of the normal functioning of a civil society, the aforementioned political animals would have been necessarily and immediately punished. They—to express it colorfully—would have simply had eggs thrown all over them and would have had such a hell created for them on earth that they wouldn’t even had advised their worst enemy to confront this “biomass” like this. Instead they are triumphant and delight in their power. This is, by the way,s their specialty—knowing how to make power a source of delight. The revolutionary graffiti on the columns of the Kyiv post office effaced by those acting anonymously at night is a significant attempt to turn the clock back, to cut out of mass memory the dangerously pulsing segment of society that possesses the watchword “Maidan,” a kind of lobotomy. In another year — and all of Ukraine definitely will become assured that there never was any Maidan in reality. There were just a few hundred unemployed drunkardwestern Ukrainians, who were paid by Soros and Berezovsky. In this situation I am left with continuing to do what I can no longer not do—strive to influence the course of events exclusively by my own individual means. That is, to endure, to observe, to think, to formulate what is thought out, to polish formulations to a striking luster. Without particular hope that these brilliantly polished formulations will have any kind of palpable opposite reaction. Yet all the same with hope. But hope for what?
In the times of high Kuchmism I wrote on this topic as follows: “Here he is, this writer. His readership continues to get smaller, it already is exclusively composed of losers just like him. His language becomes tapered around him, it already is no longer a means of understanding, but a fortress, or, to say it more precisely, a shell. His future—this last refuge of a graphomaniac—remains unjustified by anything.” But a little further in the text hope got its way: “I surmise that not so little in fact remains for him—to strive to write well. In lumpenized society (today I would write — in the “biomass”), where ideas do not rule, but instincts, the role of the writer remains the same. It always is the same. There is one peculiarity—he must always be aware of the fact that he is unlikely to be heard. However, this does not remove from him the obligation to write well. This certainly is an obligation before himself, but not just that. Because for him hope remains. Hope that is possible even after Chornobyl.” Today I can repeat approximately the same thing: hope that is possible even after revenge. Though, did I not myself write yet in February 2005, in the heat of the postrevolutionary honeymoon, that “so we are forced always to start again from the very beginning”? This is a good matter of course—to always start from the beginning. This, it turns out, is an extraordinarily sweet and delightful perspective, this combination of Sisyphus and Masoch. You are thrown off the summit of your illusions again, once again you are free, your hands are untied, once again you hate power and you say everything about it you want, with a single striving—to do it as much harm as possible. This is again like being reborn for another karmic incarnation. Moreover, for some reason you are sure that this time you will be better heard and understood. --Yuri Andrukhovych (Translated from Ukrainian by Michael M. Naydan).
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