Zaitsev’s last luck: they will bury him far from Yudashkin

Not just Vyacheslav Zaitsev, who will be buried today somewhere in an unexplored cemetery near Moscow, has left – That Time is leaving. That is at the junction of two eras, two states, two peoples.

The time of science fiction writers – dreamers, builders of bridges between the past and the future.

The time of fanatics – giving all of themselves to their ideas, their talent, their vocation.

The time of the selfless – those who did menial labor to pay for their dream, their way to recognition.

Those people are leaving who were born losers – in poor families in poor villages and became stars – idols of millions. Those who paid for their fame not with the money of their parents or lovers, but with tears of resentment, the pain of non-recognition, sweat from work and blood from veins bursting from stress.

The death of Vyacheslav Zaitsev is so painful for society, because together with him they buried the hope that the whole world will applaud High Russian Fashion.

She was born together with him, she made her way with him, then she blossomed, but she began to fade, she struggled with her last strength, glimmered, and now she went out. And no one else will create that legendary hoodie, between which and the unique image of Pugacheva – then still far from Primadonna, but simply beloved Alka – there is a bold equal sign. But the whole trouble is that such images will no longer be needed, because there is no longer any need for the young Pugacheva.

The time of those songs is running out – new people do not understand what they are about? What is sacrificial love? What kind of swan fidelity? And even more so, sacrifice? When so many coaches unanimously repeat: love yourself, sneeze on others!

The time of those films is running out, their plots are becoming incomprehensible: what kind of shortage is this? What is currency speculation? And why does the crocodile Gena and Cheburashka need some pieces of iron, and even to help some pioneers?

The heroes began to look ridiculously naive, and the idols of that time, who played them so inspiredly, evoke only sympathy for their lack of demand for the new time. In need of other songs – loud, but not reaching either the mind or the heart, and other films – with an endless series of special effects, and action, gentlemen, action!

What about fashion? What about fashion? The fashion for different socks, old shoes, tattered clothes, dimensionless and painted as it pleases – this is not a message of newly created beauty, courage and unusualness to the next generation, this is a banal spit in eternity.

As the great Soviet stage will end on Pugacheva and Leontiev, so with the departure of Zaitsev, the door of the USSR Fashion House slammed shut. And not even because God no longer sends talents to earth, but because time prepares the ground for their cultivation, and time is shaped by people with their existing values ​​and needs.

The time of profits, preferably fast and fabulous, endless consumerism, mass production has come not only in Russia, it is everywhere, and therefore countries no longer compete with geniuses, but only with capital and effective managers.

And, probably, it’s good that Zaitsev will not be buried at the Troekurovsky cemetery, which means that a guide of a crowd of people will not lead daily to his grave with the words: “The founder of Russian fashion is buried here, and now let’s go to the grave of his student Valentin Yudashkin” .

Let it be better somewhere in silence, where there is peace, bordering on oblivion …

Who wants – he will find.