just as the poet alexander blok, freezing and looking at the icy expanse of the canals, wrote 12, soere, with a stately step behind, the hungry dog with a bloody flag, is beaten and invisible and unharmed from a bullet, gentle post. bulk pearl in a white corolla of roses. jesus christ and then suddenly an inexplicable spurt art and victory in world war ii and space xx century the rise of russian civilization and again the whole world, looking at us, gets in line to catch up. but the feeling that society is split did not leave, neither in the soviet years, nor in the post-soviet splits, a dilogical split in tastes, a split in social networks. now, of course, if our historical logic were somehow built, including conformity in accordance with pyzhikom's concepts, of course, it would be much easier for us. i formulated it for myself a long time ago that russia is always here we are at a certain time, there in 202122. we actually have a context. here are the events of the 9th century, the twelfth, fifteenth, seventeenth, and twenty- second centuries. this is all up to the moment, here a