NBP has from now on to orient itself on the alliance with all anti-system society groups: including those of a separatist kind. As it was mentioned above we will hold the revolutionary front, if necessary with Jehovah’s witnesses as well as with the Taliban. And if we are to create the National-Bolshevist Empire (we don’t reject this idea) then it will be composed of free, armed communes of citizens, sects, national groups and not the general-provinces of fat pigs and criminal cities, their “capitals”. That is, if before we came forth against local separatisms, then from now on we will support them, the political and the religious ones as well. Finally, having overcome globalism we will then win, I think, the competition of separatisms. Easily. Since our ideas are more universal. And so: the international of separatisms is the empire.
Lecture 20
Obviously, there are no two similar revolutions, but it is useful to remember the experiment of the most classical – the French one. The first French furious republic (without a president, thanks God!) existed from 1789 to 1799 – ten years. Afterwards Napoleon Bonaparte was an imperator from 1799 to 1815. Then the First Restoration occurred, from 1815 to 1828 reigned a certain king Louis XVIII, Bourbon. That is, the Bourbons’ dynasty was restored. Then ruled the king-bourgeois Louis-Philippe, at the end of his reign the 1848 revolution broke out, then it is Bonaparte’s Restoration that happened: from 1852 till 1870 reigned Napoleon’s relative – Napoleon III. And only afterwards was the republic firmly established, as we see, merely 81 years after the revolution.
What we are interested in is the First Restoration, the reign of Louis XVIII. He arrived in Paris on the guns of the occupiers: Russian Kazaks were among them and all of Europe as welclass="underline" Austrians, British, Prussians. After restoring himself Louis XVIII didn’t exile and didn’t hang all the political class that had appeared in France during 26 years from 1789 to 1815. He left a part of the officials and the functionaries, blending them with his emigrants, who hided from the revolution in England and Russia. (One should not dispute the fact that the Restoration in the whole and broad sense was precisely the return of the traditional Bourbon dynasty on the French throne, and not the coronation of the general Bonaparte, since the latter brought new people with him, elevated by the revolution and the wars.)
Life in these Restoration years, from 1815 to 1828 was, by the reminiscences of the contemporaries, strange, strained and tense. After all, two generations before that France partied, amusing itself with the revolution and the executions, and afterwards with victorious wars. Of course they amused themselves, thousands of people died on the guillotine, and tens of thousands watched the guillotine’s work with delight. The famous knitters, “tricotteuses”, without which not a single execution could do, women with knitting-needles encouraged or insulted the victims depending on the whim of the crowd’s mood. And under Bonaparte they amused themselves with France’s victorious wars… And here silence came, the Bourbon with his ribbon over the stomach, his power, his selective repressions. France, defeated, enslaved by the occupiers, felt itself, I suppose, like Germany subsequently in 1918 and 1945 would feel itself and like we, the Russians, feel today. At the same time there was also a feeling as after a bloody hangover. The party was great, millions were laid down on the fields of fame from the Borodino field to Waterloo and the Egypt pyramids! Here we are now, walking and stumbling…
The Restoration is recoil, it is a break between two cataclysms. Between two volcano eruptions. It is clear that people carried heads on lances, enrapturingly ransacked palaces, somebody’s father still saw the queen with a menstruation stain on her prison shirt, uncombed, raising on the scaffold under the insults of the knitters. And it was clear that the grandson too would see heads peddled on lances. The Restoration was a break, an entr’acte between historical dramas. A rather dark, nauseating, stingy time. Before the Restoration there was a desperate attempt of the nation to set life anew. A powerful, serious attempt, people yelled in the Convent, heads flew into the guillotine basket. Robespierre came out to speak – everybody grew pale. The baldish Napoleon fought, grenadiers went into heavy attacks. But the forces are not all spent. There is many. There will be a new irruption. Everybody awaits it.
Another moment of History. 1905, Russia’s blue snows. Gapon with the workers, crossing themselves, carries a petition to the tsar. And suddenly – the Kazaks, salvos, corpses get cold on the snow. In the summer the uprising on the “Potemkin”, under steam the armed carrier goes away to Rumania. And by fall, by winter: Moscow districts in barricades. The Red Presnya, crackling of firing shots. Farther, Stolipin’s ties, executions… It is worth to read Felix Dzherzhinsky’s diary, he was seating in a casemate in these very years of the Russian, metaphorically speaking, “Restoration”, the restoration of the most savage autocracy possible (actually, it happened within the limits of the reign of a single monarch) – each night the guilty and the just were taken for execution: peasants, soldiers, officers who refused to calm down the peasants. Twelve years before the next revolution. Only twelve years. But the majority of those who participated in the 1905 revolution will not participate in the February 1917 revolution. The more so in the October one. (Later Trotsky would arrive from abroad, he was a 1905 activist.) The majority would get away from the revolution. Someone became a famous doctor, someone a lawyer. The most worthy: hanged, shot. Gradually the executions run out. Life becomes a bit easier. By 1913 Russia reaches the peak of its economic power. But in August 1914 in Saint Guy day the whole world resounds with one pistol shot. A Serbian boy of eighteen years Gavrilo Princip assassinates the Archduke Ferdinand. The volcanic lava is rising from the fire depths. The first clouds of the dreary smoke over the word. In February 1917 Nikolai II abdicates. Russia has exploded. The end of the Restoration, the end of the break of 12 years.
Why do Restorations inevitably lead to Revolutions? Why there wasn’t any successful Restoration? And there are no examples in History, there is no and no successful Restoration, even if you go through all history pages, all of it, reaping the pages from the start and from the end as well. No! The answer: because a Revolution is not a fancy of a group of people, it is an historical law. When the necessity to change the national elite becomes imminent, when the Bourbons alone, there has already been sixteen of them, when it is clear that the best, the most talented in the country is stopped by this dynasty walclass="underline" it is clear that one has to beat, to break, to rebel. Then the Revolution volcano irrupts. But it can’t win by a single try, the lava will not reach enemy’s remote outposts, the lava will peter out. That’s when Restoration comes. Silence. Repressions. Reaction on the Revolution that just happened. Simultaneously a new unbridled irruption already breathes heavily under the earth, releasing only clouds outside for the moment, already puffs, preparing itself.
Switching from the metaphorical language to the commonly accepted, let’s return a bit into the past. Sakharov has understood that USSR has big problems, still back in the 60s. The dissidents didn’t expose themselves and bustled in vain. They mistakenly trusted in the West’s altruism and infallibility, but they didn’t hold in vain and it is not in vain that they went to prisons, although they inaccurately defined the country’s problems. The principal problem was and remained – the problem of the human material, the human factor. The KPSS [Communist Party of the Soviet Unions] was already a party of dead souls and adjusters, the country didn’t have an elite anymore. They were still able to build, able to produce (not, what was required), but the plebeian offspring of the revolution were overtaken, half a hundred years after the Revolution, by the aristocratic disease of degeneration. I already shouted on one of the lectures here: they had to take and to put, even then in the end of the 60s – beginning of the 70s at the head of Russia the most raving ones: to take Vladimir Bukovsky, Amalrik (the author of the unfairly forgotten now, prophetic book “Will the USSR survive until 1984?”), Edward Kuznetzovin, Natan Sharansky, Volodya Gershuni into the Politburo. They would have stumbled for a while, erred for a month or two, and then would have found the path for the country, and would have been cured from their love to the West after studying GRU [Intelligence Administration] reports, in a couple of weeks. By 1985 it became irrefutably clear even to the KPSS itself: it has an enormous problem of personnel and as a result of this problem a lot of problems to the country. That resource, from which the KPSS drew its leaders’ elite had drew itself out, either the speechless “party members” – the bourgeois, the overwhelming majority or the thrusting, visible, but permeated throughout with the corporative spirit, cynical and untalented bureaucracy were available. The latter pitilessly exploited the country for its needs, there was nobody to stand at the head of the State. The scandals with the deaths of in succession Brejnev, Andropov and Chernenko revealed the weakness problem. To the KPSS itself, at first it seemed that it was sufficient to call up the younger generation of party workers and the country will resurrect. The younger generation, alas, under the test turned out to be also defective and simply not corresponding even to the standards presented to the regular party member in the West. That is, these were undeveloped half-rural people. The newly elected Gorbachev turned out to be a little dwarf with a brain the size of a walnut, before the problems that felt down on him. Besides, he didn’t possess the prudence and the defensive limitedness of the old men from the Politburo, whom he replaced. Extra-historical, uncultured and stupid person – he surrounded himself by similar half-people. What does “Edik” Shevarnadze alone worth (oh, unhappy Georgia!) dark, rural, but megalomaniac, all of these rednecks-reformers cut, chopped and screwed up so much that the entire heritage, amassed by the tsars and the Bolsheviks and the Cesar Stalin, was squandered and it turned out that we were left without the victories of the Great Patriotic War, for which we paid with 25 million of lives. If in 1878 the Russian general Skobelev arrived in the last day of January with his troops to the suburbs of Istanbul, the ancient Constantinople – the world’s capital – also Christ’s Jerusalem, then by 1991 a war was at its peak in Nagorni Karabakh, Chechnya was practically put off, in Osetya a war of the Ingushis with the Osetins broke out and the Baltic region considered itself put off.