Interethnic marriages

I had a completely seditious idea. It was thought that some Jews are the most dangerous anti-Semites. I say this so freely, because I am the product of assimilation, mixing of Jews and other peoples with people of the "country of residence".Mother met her father at IFLI.It stands for philosophy, literature, history. .. It turns out that I am a child of philosophy and history. My father is the grandson of the Kiev rabbi on the maternal line and the son of a boy, who was shot at the age of 23, who went into the revolution and did not share something with the Kiev Chekists in 1992.My father dreamed of studying at the Faculty of Philosophy. I came to Moscow from Kiev after the orphanage and rabfak. And then the philosophical faculty in 937m, for my happiness, was closed."Coryphaeus of all sciences" Stalin decided that philosophy to him to anything. Twenty-year-old my future father to leave Moscow already did not want and entered the historical department, where my mother came to study. My grandfather on the part of my mother was a pioneer engineer, Grandma did not work. Mom entered the historical faculty consciously. Before philosophy, it then "did not grow", but the story, or rather, "Short Course of the History of the CPSU( b)" dreamed of teaching. And she taught him all her future life. Before "perestroika" she did not live - she died in 984 in a car crash. So, my parents met at the Faculty of History IFLI.Internationalism was in vogue. And Titova Galina Alexandrovna became the wife of Egides Peter Markovich. He was admitted to twenty-five communal meters by Mom's fifth family( Mom's sister was finishing the tenth grade).When I was born,

became the sixth. An apartment, even a communal one, can not be called a language. Facilities - in a very large yard. And these themselves."Comfort" - very large and without booths - space. But I loved my wooden plastered and smoky house, which my grandfather built as a foreman, loved our working bath near the house, the slag yard and the sheds in front. It was in Moscow near the Leningrad Highway at Voykovskaya, near the railway platform Red Baltic. The family lived by celebrating both revolutionary and Orthodox holidays. In the forty-fifth past the echelons from the west walked past our house, about 50 yards from us, trains stopped sometimes, officers came to us, who gave me a five-year-old boy to snap a revolver while Grandma with tears in their eyes stroked their overcoats and regaled tea with herring andLendlizov stew. This is the end of the war. And before its beginning, I was the first "in the second circle," as the Iftians later explained to me after the war. Many of them.volunteers went to the front. Of these many, many died.

I was not only the first in the second round. But also the first half-breed of Iphthia. They say that Hitler and today's non-Russian semi-Nazis hate more than purebred Jews. Probably because they are the beginning of the end of the pureblood race. But let us not forget: "there is neither Hellenes nor Jew - all the children of God."For those who are especially forgetful: this was not said by Seneca pagan or another ancient pagan sage. This is what Jesus Christ said. Father did not look like a Jew. He even considered himself, in essence, Russian. I went to the front as a volunteer, in 1942 I was captured in the Smolensk region near Yartsev. And even the Germans in captivity did not calculate him as a Jew. From captivity he fled to ours. And our "seated" him for 0 years, however, with the right of correspondence. He served six years, was rehabilitated. In perestroika "Ogonek" there is one number where it is removed on the cover with the earth in hands and eyes lowered to it. The Biblical Sabaoth with a Russian face. The photo correspondent took this picture during his father's trip in 990 to one of the collective farms in Penzenshchina, in which the father was chairman. Later he wrote the book "The Philosopher on the Collective Farm," published by his second wife, Tamara Vasilyevna Samsonova, in Paris, where he was buried in the ninety-seventh year. And on the collective farm, he and his mother worked from 954 to 959.

I especially consider myself Russian. My other knee is from the peasants of Pskov. Of course, I hate the antisemitic

mood. I just like Russian culture, and I do not know Jewish. In addition to a few humorous phrases in Yiddish. I do not like patchiness, provincial religiosity. I do not like hats and kamilavks. I like Einstein, Freud, Marx, Landau, Dr. Roshal - and this is an international. But when the smoldering coal of anti-Semitism breaks out somewhere, I react. Very sharp and very painful. If you paid attention, I did not even take the name of my mother( she is Titov).And never signed any nicknames. Just in case, I will explain even that my surname is not of Greek and non-Lithuanian origin, but of the most ancient Hebrew. Egides, Egidis, Yagudaevs, Yagudins and even Berries are all derived from the Hebrew name of Yehuda.

But there is another side. Jewish activism, alas, often turns against ordinary Jews. Anatole France in the "Island of Penguins" has arguments about the Jews of the rich and poor. When the wealthy Jews get sick, they turn against the poor Jews. And now. .. Berezovsky, Gusinsky, Abramovich And Stalin's reptile Henry Yagoda call to life dark instincts. The sinister figure of Stalin did not provoke anti-Georgian sentiments. And "not to the night the aforementioned" people of Jewish origin provoke anti-Semitism. Provocateurs are known to be shot, well, one - they have already shot( Yagoda), two more far, one received a term, and another one just in case bought a football club. .. I, of course, against shootings - that's enough, we shot. But those Jews who provoke anti-Semitism should, in my opinion, be condemned in moral terms. They must realize their moral duty to the long-suffering Jewish people. If they do not join the clan of great and morally impeccable Jews-Einstein, Landau and others like them, at least do not disgrace them and not reduce the "rating" of Jewry in the world. Every nation has heroes and anti-heroes. Roman Abramovich Abramovich is an anti-hero. And the fact that Chukotka appreciates it, so this is understandable. By unfastening a small percentage of the property purchased at mortgage auctions, to ensure "respect" for yourself - who does not understand this.

So I'm for an international and for international marriages. But there are also problems. My mother, for example, after breaking with her father complained that she married a Jew. Later I reacted to this

with understanding, but what was it to me, half-breed, then? Then I, I remember, took a chair and broke it on the floor. Now. .. I blame myself for that.

I hate to hear that the Russians are the defining nation. I'm closer to the argument that Russia is the birthplace of the International. Not the one in which "the human race will arise" - here there is not enough taste, and with morality everything is not all right, and from the truth is far away. And the one where "there is neither Jew nor Greek - all the children of God."I will remind you that Pushkin( the founder of the Russian language), and Lermontov( "bell on the veche tower"), and Dahl( four volumes of the "Explanatory Dictionary") are all the result of assimilation. I am proud of you, my Russia, I am grateful to the fate that here was born and became a man here. I did not leave either anti-Semitism or a long dollar, I jokingly and seriously say: "I was born and died in Moscow."I am for the moral code of Jesus Christ, I find a common language with Uzbek children who flee to Russia and work as watchmen in our garden partnership. I am for the prosperity of all denominations. And against any obscurantism, which is covered by Islam or Orthodoxy.

I had an acquaintance named Durdi, from Turkmens. I worked as a district psychiatrist, and he was a driver of our medical machine. And once we were with him in an alteration, which was akin to baptism of fire. In the work of psychiatrists there are difficult moments. Here it is necessary to hospitalize the patient in a state of exacerbation. This was the case. The patient with delirium of persecution stands with his wife and newborn child in a room near the wall. He has repeatedly been treated in a psychiatric hospital and now threatened his wife for delusional reasons. Relatives called the police. But as soon as they approached him, he grabbed his wife, and it is clear that a child could suffer. The major of militia, small and round, was bustling along with a lot of neighbors and relatives and a few more militiamen stronger. But there was a danger for the child. Plus, the major said that the guy had a knife in his left inner pocket. The situation is very difficult. But I have a ripe non-standard plan. I dedicated Durdi to him. I sat down in front of Alexei on a chair, the back of the chair was facing him. And he began to talk with him, which is what. He did not understand that it was a trap. Relaxed. The police stood at a distance, and next to me was only Durdi. I turned to him, sort of like a car: whether he put the car on the handbrake. .. It was an agreed signal. Suddenly

, I lifted a chair and directed it to Alexei so that his torso was between the legs of the chair, and pressed him with a chair to the wall. Durdy seized me and held a chair with me, which Aleksey had smashed to pieces for three seconds. But then the policemen jumped and fixed the patient. The child and mother were saved. I could only write a ticket for psychiatric transportation. I recalled this incident from Durda because he was not at all obliged to risk his duty, however, like me, but he turned out to be a good friend() - and helped in an extreme situation. He was also a good husband, married to a Russian woman, they had a five-year old son by that time. They lived just where the psychiatric site I served was. And sometimes Durdy invited me to tea after work. Alcoholic by the Muslim laws of the Turkmens do not use. And the wife said that it is fine, especially in comparison with the sister's husband, a Russian, who always has problems with this matter. But she had to accept some Islamic rules. She called it "you.", And other patriarchal details, Time passed. I switched to the position of psychotherapist, and Durdi moved from the dispensary to the polyclinic, and contact with him was lost. In about twenty years - a chance meeting near the metro station. We talked. The son of twenty-five, everything is in order, his wife is still called Tamara, built a cooperative apartment, he works in a car service. He is pleased with the marriage. I invited you to visit me. Left the phone. I was already spinning in other orbits, I did not go to visit, but I remember him and remembered about it now.