photo Зеркало недели
“Not only Shakespeare is alive in Poltava,.
Mystery, culture - something new!
Evening on the outskirts of Poltava. On the road - a girl, apparently 6–7 years old, is driving a bicycle. Her peer is following her, without a rudder.
- How are you already... fucked up?! - suddenly shouts after his girlfriend.
“There are people here, don’t swear,” the girl with the bicycle sternly remarks..
- Do you think I didn’t hear my parents talking
In fact, the bikeless girl expressed herself a little differently after those points. No euphemisms. In a way they don’t write, and if they do write, it’s sometimes on the fence.
At the moment when Poltava was decorated with billboards clearly indicating the address of the Russian ship, these girls did not yet know how to read. However, obviously, during this time, hardly anything has changed in terms of their education. One can assume in which field exactly that habitus of Pierre Bourdieu is formed..
How do parents talk In Poltava, of course, mostly in Poltava. And often - in Kharkov style, especially in line at McDonald's. " It’s not dumplings and dumplings that Kharkov residents come to Poltava specifically for, but Big Macs and nuggets, because they don’t serve that in Kharkov.
A house with Banksy graffiti on the wall is being demolished in Irpen: what will happen to the drawing?
Theoretically, you can also hear something like “a literary allusion is transformed into a visual representation of apperception - a state in which cognition of an object occurs not through discursive thinking, but through direct intellectual contemplation of its internal structure and essence”. After all, good Poltava residents are not indifferent to culture and art.
For example, thanks to the imagination of enthusiasts and the assistance of city authorities, recently the window openings of the mutilated building of the Cadet Corps have been decorated with reproductions of paintings by masters of the Italian Renaissance. “Mona Lisa”, “Beautiful Ferroniere” and “Lady with an Ermine” by Leonardo da Vinci, as well as “Portrait of an Unknown Man with the Medal of Cosimo de’ Medici the Elder” by Sandro Botticelli. Also with autonomous solar-powered lighting. How it all sparkled, there’s no other way to say it.
Although there were other options. \! These ruins are not art! " Covered up. “We need to find the “artist” and make this inscription on his forehead,” an indifferent fan of reproductions of Renaissance artists on abandoned architectural monuments was indignant on Facebook. I have not yet met a person with such an inscription. Although from an aesthetic point of view it would be more pleasant to meet a fan of Cinquecento works with a version of the “School of Athens” on his high forehead.
I wonder what the great Leonardo himself would write on this fence? Perhaps what he wrote in his Treatise on Painting, namely: “What is beautiful is not always good”.
In the Poltava region, a house and infrastructure were damaged: the State Emergency Service showed the consequences of a Russian strike.
Sometimes messages on the Poltava walls can be of an acute socio-economic nature. “Carefully falling tiles,” warned the inscription on the facade of the building. Someone, having analyzed the morning situation on the foreign exchange market, crossed out the word “tile” and wrote: “hryvnia”. The lack of punctuation in this case adds nuances for poetic and philosophical contemplation.
Yes, good Poltava residents love to decorate walls and fences. Some paint petroglyphs, others paint them over and depict something to their liking.. For example, on a shabby fence in the city center there were aggressive obscene inscriptions. And now, thanks to the previously mentioned enthusiasts (they are usually modestly called concerned citizens), there are birds with clouds on the same shabby fence. And immediately a romantic consciousness opens. Some will say that this is at the kindergarten level, while others immediately come to mind ornithological images in the works of Grigory Skovoroda. I remember “Poor Lark” or “Oh, you yellow-sided bird”.
And on the other wall, instead of words from the vocabulary of that girl without a bicycle, there is now another image. Cute and pleasantly sparkled? Not everyone, again. Yes, a local artist openly says that she is deeply dissatisfied with “the impudence with which ignoramuses and people without taste interfere in the urban environment,” and she is not alone in this.
Therefore, some caring townspeople paint over swear words with bird-hearts, while other caring townspeople paint over these “poor larks” as an insult to artistic taste and a profanation of the laws of goodness and beauty.
This is what happens in society, so to speak, a visual dialogue about art and culture. Is it timely Most likely yes. After all, we should not forget about the habitus of Pierre Bourdieu, nor about those who are growing up today.
So, back to the literary language. Let's turn not to William Shakespeare (and why not to Shakespeare - it seems that among many there was such a transliteration), whose garden incarnation glorified Poltava on social networks. Let's remember our classic. “The Volovian Method” by Ostap Vyshnya a hundred years ago it was written:.
“I loved to chat with Marina: fellow countrywoman, - Poltava.
Well, that's why you sleep:.
- Who are you, Marino, Ukrainian, who
— Avzhezh no: Poltava, Ukrainian.
- And what kind of woman are you talking about
- We got attached to them! The way you feel... The way people are, the way I am..."
Banksy's real name helped figure out graffiti in Gorenka: what he painted in Ukraine.
People in Poltava say different things. Here's a guy picking roses near the city council building. Generally silent. But he’s no longer there. An extremely clever romantic.
Here in the morning on the bus, a very sad man of unknown age - but with all the signs of identification with a wine list - hands the conductor a very sad twenty. The conductor begins to criticize the bill, which has been treated by life even more than its owner. An expressive dialogue arises.
- Why would I...? - the conductor finally asks menacingly and steps on the man, sincerely inviting him onto the street.
- Yes, that’s what I did, for a bunch of words. Fifteen hryvnia... And for what For comfort? But it’s not very comfortable... - sums up the ex-candidate for passenger already at the exit.
Fares for travel on Poltava public transport have now risen again. For comfort on that bus you already have to pay twenty-two hryvnias. And on this matter, Poltava residents have their own opinion, lexically formed in different ways. Especially “about these two”.
Another bus. A man takes out a banknote from his wallet with a portrait of a Ukrainian poetess, who once wrote: “Yak se? They told you that NN is a fool and a dumbass, but it’s so wonderful to speak our way! » “Speaking our way” is the same qualification! And listen for an hour, that only we can speak in our language, then, perhaps, more beautifully, we can speak in Chinese.”.
“You’re so tired already,” the conductor, looking for change, comments on the denomination of the bill and, probably, on life in general.
- Sorry! I didn't bother anyone! “You… communicate more carefully,” the man objects in fluent Poltava.
“Completely far from the truth, but it also proves something,” another conductor postulates this already on the trolleybus in a dialogue with a potential free rider.
It's time to return to Kharkov, where McDonald's doesn't work and people ride for free on public transport.
On the train, a young passenger leafs through Shevchenko’s “Kobzar”. Probably asked. If he reads it, he will feel sorry for everyone. And Causal, and the Cossack who crashed into the oak tree, and Katerina, and all of them. And when it comes to “Sleep”, you will feel sorry for yourself. Suddenly, a silent neighbor, a military man, leaned over and groaned at the window..
- Is everything okay
- How tired of all this is already....
Certainly.
[votes id\u003d"