“I would define Vladimir Solovyov in terms of “the triumph of the shadow”
Vladimir Solovyov is again at the epicenter of a scandal Photo: BUSINESS Online
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Vladimir Solovyov is again at the epicenter of a scandal. This time, on a morning radio program, he called a resident of Tatarstan “scum” for calling him “Putin’s lackey.” The restless TV and radio presenter accused a listener from Tatarstan of involvement in Daesh (the Arabic name for the ISIS group banned in the Russian Federation - editor's note ) and threatened to hand over his contacts to the special services.
Moreover, when commenting on a message from a resident of Tatarstan, Solovyov did it in a mocking manner, imitating a Tatar accent. Justifying himself for the incident, the author of the book “We are Russians! God is with us!" stated that he had recently been persecuted in the media. The enemies are to blame, of course. It is possible that, based on the results of the investigative committee’s check of Solovyov’s statements, where one of the Tatarstan residents wrote a complaint against him, demanding that he be brought under Article No. 282, from the pen of the prolific Vladimir Volfovich (Zhirinovsky is our hero’s favorite expert), excuse me, a new Rudolfovich will come out bestseller “We are Tatars! God is with us!" In one of the interviews with the Polit.ru portal, speaking about his book with the pretentious title “The Gospel of Solovyov,” the presenter responsibly declares: “I’m not kicking the church, but the religious institutions of power. I never try to offend the feelings of believers. And I write about the Pope quite respectfully. But don’t forget, this is not on my behalf, but on behalf of the hero Vladimir Solovyov, who serves the Antichrist. If he had a good attitude towards the church, it would be strange, to say the least. My own relationship with the church is serious and calm. “I am friends with many prominent figures of Russian Orthodoxy, both from the official and from the catacomb church, although, according to my convictions, I am not a Christian.” This passage by Solovyov hyperlinks us to the previous paragraph, which talks about his book with a thunderous title. What a problem. He calls himself Russian, but is not a Christian; he talks about God, but writes on behalf of his namesake, who serves the devil’s minion. A good psycho cocktail of antagonist products. However, Soloviev himself is like that, and this is easily proven.
“GOD DON’T... DO YOU WANT A WAR WITH UKRAINE?!”
After all, more than once or twice Soloviev changed his beliefs and political positions. In 2001, when the government was crushing the NTV channel, he defended the journalistic team and actively criticized the newly elected President Vladimir Putin , calling the presidential administration “a little freak with tentacles.” But after a very short time, Soloviev became the main admirer of the genius of Vladimir Vladimirovich. A person is weak, and some are weaker than others, the average person. A video is circulating online in which a confident, frowning Solovyov from the stage answers a woman’s question about whether he believes in the possibility of returning Crimea to Russia. “God forbid... Do you want war with Ukraine?!”, the presenter, dressed in all black, interrupts the sharply excited speech of the pensioner. This episode happened in November 2013, and already in March 2014, he assured TV viewers that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Perhaps a breath of comfortable wind?
In general, Vladimir Rudolfovich likes to burn with slang verbs on the verge. His famous “two percent of crap”, “introduce yourself, scum”, the last obscene expression he especially often uses, have become a meme and are firmly associated with the author of these tabloid phrases. Solovyov has been plagued by scandals in recent years. Either he is rude to his interlocutors, not wanting to have a reasoned discussion, or he hangs offensive labels on his critics. In short, it’s not life, but sheer hassle. You are heavy, the hat of the chief propagandist, and this is what even his colleagues in the journalistic workshop call him, who believe that he has consigned to oblivion the ideals and principles of their noble craft.
On the eve of the scandal with a resident of Tatarstan, Solovyov appeared, so to speak, in another no less high-profile story. The famous and respected musician, leader of the Aquarium group Boris Grebenshchikov posted a new song “Evening M” on his YouTube channel. It is dedicated to the propagandists of Russian television. To be honest, the collective image of the propagandist somehow clearly points to Solovyov. All commentators and listeners of the song agree on this.
Soloviev responded immediately. He hinted that the hero of the song is another famous TV presenter Ivan Urgant , with whom he has a long-standing enmity. Urgant once said during his television broadcast that “Nightingale droppings” is a good name for a program on the Rossiya channel. So, on Twitter, Soloviev wrote that Grebenshchikov “is in vain to talk about Ivan,” and in his own Telegram channel, which until recently he actively called for to be closed and banned, he again raised this topic, hinting at a colleague from Channel One: “ In Russia there is a program whose title includes the word “Evening...” Do you know which one?” Grebenshchikov himself put an end to this issue by posting the following comment under the song: “In order to avoid misunderstandings, I want to point out an obvious thing: there is an insurmountable distance between “Evening U” and “Evening M” - like between dignity and shame.”
AND IT’S DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND WHERE SOLOVIEV IS REAL
Apparently, after this Solovyov lost his nerves. Although the boorish manner of communicating with listeners and participants in his programs is part of his image. In general, it fits well into the current political moment: aggressive propaganda, outright lies and falsification, ridicule and trolling of opponents - Vladimir Rudolfovich has all this in abundance. And he shares the excess at numerous creative evenings, touring the vast country. And in between the dense graphics, like his aggressive fuse, Solovyov retires to a villa on the shores of Italian Lake Como. Here, you know, the matter is fundamentally strict. A patriot of our fatherland is also a tax resident of a NATO country, which Comrade Soloviev does not forget to criticize at every opportunity. War is war, and one’s own comfort is beyond ideological battles.
And it’s difficult to understand where the real Soloviev is. So his ex-chief at the radio “Silver Rain”, where he began his journalistic career in the late 90s, Sindeeva recalls: “Dima (Savitsky, radio host - editor's note ) arrives at the end of the broadcast on the radio, in the meeting room there was a man sitting in the room - with a crew cut, weighing about 130 kilograms, on his hand was a gold Rolex watch, on his neck - a gold chain... Dima, who was then about 26 years old, was taken aback: the drawn image did not coincide with reality. They started getting acquainted: Soloviev said that he was a businessman, that he had a factory in the Philippines. Dima invited him to work on air three times a week - and Soloviev agreed. And he was ready to do it for free - they say, I’m a rich man, I don’t need money, I just liked working on the radio. But they signed a contract, and almost the very next day “Nightingale Trills” appeared. I won’t say exactly when this turning point happened, but little by little Soloviev became interested in politics. After 2000, he began to enter the political establishment. He became friends with many, communicated with Boris Nemtsov, Arkady Dvorkovich, Vladislav Surkov... His position changed all the time and depended on who he was friends with at that moment. He always felt the trend very accurately. Until 2000, democratic values were the main ones in the thinking community, and he shared them, or so it seemed to us..."
Either this is his image, or his nature, one can only guess. But I would define Solovyov in terms of “the triumph of the shadow.” After all, a shadow in itself does not create three-dimensional reality; it is always derivative of the owner being cast, flat and boring. It is blindness, blindness of the obvious, often imagining itself to be greater than its real owner. Most are immersed in the power of such shadows in this era of twilight.
TATARS AND TATARSTANS REACTED SYNCHRONOUSLY AND CORRECTLY
Soloviev, apparently, was subjectively stuck in an atmosphere of hatred and aggression. His world is divided into two parts: where his shadow truth and other enemies are. It’s not so easy to live with this feeling in your head. But so far Soloviev is pulling out, holding on, but on each subsequent turn it is becoming more and more difficult for him. He is also surrounded by enemies, just like his rhetoric. Rarely does anyone stand up for him today. He quarreled with all the prominent journalists, even among the loyalists: Venediktov, Urgant, Pozner, they also had a long-standing and fundamental conflict with the late Dorenko. Information permissiveness turned Solovyov's head. He has lost all decency. If the King of France Louis XIV addressed the parliamentarians: “You are wrong to think that the state is you, no, the state is me!”, then Solovyov in the same style can sound the trumpet during the broadcast, responding to someone’s remark: “Truth - It's me!" This is not a logical incident, but a crooked information mirror, in whose reflection a shadow rages.
And this is not Shakespeare’s shadow of Hamlet’s father, but the shadow of a man who went down in history with the “introduce yourself, scum” meme. Soloviev is not about Shakespearean passions; he, perhaps, today could be the author of that very novel by Kochetov “What do you want?” the late 60s of the last century, which became the apotheosis of servility, unprincipledness and dullness. And his tome could have been called “The Gospel of Solovyov,” of course, which would have further strengthened the effect of the imaginary chosenness and messiahship of the writer-propagandist.
Tatars and Tatarstan residents reacted synchronously and correctly to Solovyov’s trick. Moral relief cannot be given to such false front figures. And in general, I’m somehow afraid for him: at such a pace of Solovyov’s insane massacre with his own shadow, in a fit of yet another anger, he can insult the Chechens... There are no restraining barriers, just like his former program “To the Barrier”.
The author's opinion may not coincide with the position of the editors
