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1410896620on Socialist Realism Winter 1960
1410896620on Socialist Realism Winter 1960
1410896620on Socialist Realism Winter 1960
ON SOCIALIST
REALISM
Introduction
The title of this article does not even begin to convey its importance as an
intellectual and historical document. It is, we believe, one of the most significant
Pieces of writing to come out of contemporary Russia; and we take pride in pre-
senting here the first full English translation.
The article was written in Russia by a Russian writer, 37 or 38 years old. He
managed to convey it to Paris, where the liberal monthly Esprit published a French
translation. It was written before the Pasternak affair, and has, of course, not ap-
peared in Russia itself.
The version that follows has been translated from the Russian by Mr. George
Delinis. Mr. Dennis notes:
"The style tells a good deal about the man. The article is written in poetic
Prose, the oldest type of Russian prose, whose persistence in Russia was recently
revealed to the West by the publication of Doctor Zhivago. This persistence may
well be news also to the Russians: this article should help to allay the fears re-
cently expressed by Constantine Paustovski, a talented and humane Soviet writer,
that the Russian language would be completely replaced by a party jargon.
"To a Western reader, Russian poetic prose does not always make easy read-
ing. It is not only peppered with verse; it is also a series of lyrical outbursts. I
can assure the reader that the original contains even more question marks and
exclamation points than the translation. Moreover, the prose is shot through with
poetic images, metaphors and rhythms. Fundamentally, it is a personal prose as
well as a product of its national environment.
"A closer stylistic analysis will reveal that the poetic prose of this article has
been formed by a process of historical accumulation. The succession of strata can
still be seen, as in a geological formation. Over the original Slav stratum is a
strong layer of Byzantinism, mainly contributed by the Orthodox religion. Then
comes a layer contributed by the West, in this case mostly German idealistic phi-
losophy and French literature. The top layer is Marxist or, if you wish, Com-
munist. The Russian language has assimilated them all, just as, no doubt, it is
now engaged in assimilating American influences .. .
"The best clue to unravelling the ambiguities in which the author's attitude
toward Communism is inevitably involved," continues Mr. Dennis, "is the irony
which sets the tone of the article. There is at least one example of it on every
page. This kind of irony has been the favorite literary weapon of Russian and,
indeed, European writers .. .
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"It might help American readers to understand the outlook of the author if
they recalled how Swift, savagely lashing out against the English Ascendency in
Ireland, remained part of that Ascendency. Our author has freed one of his feet
from Communism. He uses it to kick Communism, and some of his kicks are pretty
hard. But his other foot is still stuck in Communism—and stuck fast."
To these remarks very little need be added. We believe that this article pre-
sents an incomparable portrait of a highly intelligent and cultivated man, whose
sentiments, ironies, even confusions may well be shared by other literate Russians.
For democrats and socialists in the West, it is a moral responsibility to listen to
the voice of this man with the greatest attention and sympathy.—Enrroxs.
LE
finite—and probably purposeless—Pur- that it can do is to restore to circula-
pose in itself. For how could Purpose tion old ideals of Christian love and
have purposes? the liberty of the individual. But it
There are periods of history when has been unable so far to set up a new
the presence of Purpose is evident, Purpose.
when minor passions are absorbed in Where socialism is concerned, the
the striving for God and He openly Western liberal individualist or Rus-
calls mankind to Himself. Thus arose sian sceptical intellectual is about in
the culture of Christianity which the same position as the cultured and
seized the Purpose in what is, perhaps, intelligent Roman with regard to vic-
its most inaccessible meaning. Then torious Christianity. He called the
came the era of individualism which new faith of the crucified God barba-
proclaimed the freedom of the indi- rious and naive, laughed over the luna-
vidual as the Purpose and set about tics that worshipped the cross—that
worshipping this purpose with the aid Roman guillotine—and believed that
of the Renaissance, humanism, super- the doctrines of the Trinity, the Immac-
man, democracy, Robespierre, ban- ulate Conception, Resurrection, etc.,
quets and other forms of prayer. And made no sense whatsoever. But it was
now we have entered the era of a new quite above his powers to advance any
world-wide system—that of socialist serious arguments against the ideal of
purposefulness. Christ as such. True, he could say that
A blinding light pours from this the best parts of the moral code of
summit of thought. "A world that we Christianity were borrowed from Pla-
can imagine, more material and better to, just as contemporary Christians
suited to human needs than Christian assert here and there that Communism
paradise"—thus was Communism de- took its noble aims from the Gospel.
fined by the Soviet writer Leonid Le- But could he say that God conceived
onov. as Love or Goodness was evil or mon-
Words fail us when we try to talk strous? And can we say that the uni-
about it. We choke with enthusiasm versal happiness, promised for the
and we use mostly negative compari- Communist future, is evil?
sons to describe the splendor that is
For don't I know that blindfold thrusts
waiting for us. Then, under Commu- Will not make darkness yield to light?
nism, there will be no rich and no Am I a monster? Is not the happiness
poor, no money, wars, jails, frontiers, of millions
diseases—and maybe no death. Every- Closer to me than empty luck for a few?
PASTERNAK
body will eat and work as much as he
likes, and labor will bring joy instead We are helpless before the enchant-
of sorrow. As Lenin promised, we will ing beauty of Communism. We have
make toilets of pure gold . . . But not lived long enough to invent a
what am I talking about? new Purpose and to go beyond our-
What words and what colors are needed selves—into the distance that is be-
To describe these grandiose heights yond Communism.
Where whores are as modest as virgins It was the genius of Marx that he
And hangmen as tender as mothers? proved the earthly paradise, of which
The modern mind cannot imagine others had dreamed before him, was
anything more beautiful and splendid actually the Purpose which Fate des-
than the Communist ideal. The best tined for man. With the aid of Marx,
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Communism passed from moral efforts the action of the omnipresent forces
of isolated individuals—"Oh, where are of production that are now ensuring
you, golden age?"—into the sphere of the collapse of capitalism and the tri-
universal history, which became pur- umph of socialism. True faith is in-
poseful as never before and turned compatible with toleration. Neither is
into mankind's march toward Com- it compatible with historicism, i.e. with
munism. toleration applied to the past. And
At once, everything fell into place. though the Marxists call themselves
An iron necessity and a strict hierar- historical materialists, their historicism
chical order harnessed the flow of cen- is actually reduced to a desire to re-
turies. The ape stood up on its hind gard life as a march towards Com-
legs and began its triumphant pro. munism. Other movements are of
cession towards Communism. The sys- little interest to them. Whether they
tem of primitive Communism arose are right or wrong is a matter of dis-
because it was fated to grow into pute. What is beyond dispute is that
slavery; slavery, to give birth to feu- they are consistent.
dalism; feudalism, towards capitalism; If we ask a Westerner why the
and finally capitalism, so that it could French Revolution was necessary, we
give way to Communism. That is all! will receive a great many different
The magnificent aim is achieved, the answers. One will reply that it hap-
pyramid is crowned, history at an end. pened to save France; another, that
A truly religious person relates all it took place to lead the nation into
the splendid variety of life to his di- an abyss of moral experiments; a
vinity. He cannot understand another third, that it came to give to the
faith. He believes in the Purpose so world the great principles of Liberty,
that he can despise other purposes. Equality and Fraternity; a fourth, that
He shows the same fanaticism—or if the French Revolution was not neces-
you prefer, printsipialnost'—with re- sary at all. But if you ask any Soviet
gard to history.* A consistent Chris- schoolboy—to say nothing of the bene-
tian views the entire history previous ficiaries of our higher education—you
to the birth of Christ as the prehistory will invariably receive the correct and
of Christ. From the point of view of exhaustive reply: the French Revolu-
the monotheist, the pagans existed tion was needed to clear the way to
only to call upon themselves the will Communism.
of the only God and, after a suitable The man who received a Marxist
preparation, to become monotheists. education knows the meaning of both
It can therefore hardly surprise us past and future. He knows why this
that, in another religious system, an- or that idea, event, emperor or mili-
cient Rome has become an indispen- tary leader was needed. It is a long
sable stage on the road to Communism. time since men had such an exact
Or that the Crusades are not ex- knowledge of the meaning of the
plained by their internal dynamics, by world's destiny—not since the Middle
the ardent efforts of Christians, but by Ages, most likely. It is our great priv-
ilege to possess this knowledge once
• Printsipialnost' is a Russian word more.
with no English equivalent. It describes The teleological nature of Marxism
the mental habit of referring every mat-
ter, however small, concrete or trivial, is most obvious in the works of its
to lofty and abstract principles. latest theorists. They brought to Marx.
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ism the clarity, strength and rigor of the movement towards the Purpose
military orders and economic decrees. have their destiny: to hamper the
A good example is Stalin's judgment movement towards the Purpose (once,
on the role of ideas, taken from the no doubt, the destiny of Satan). "Idea,"
fourth chapter of the Short Course of "superstructure," "base," "law of na-
History of the Communist Party of ture," "economics," "forces of produc-
the Soviet Union: tion"—all these abstract and imper-
"There exist different ideas and sonal concepts suddenly come to life,
theories. There are old ideas and theo- are covered with flesh and blood and
ries which have outlived their time become like gods and heroes, angels
and serve the interests of outdated and devils. They create purposes and
forces of society. Their significance suddenly, from the pages of philo-
lies in their hampering the growth sophical treatises and scientific investi-
of the society and its forward march. gations, there resounds the voice of
There are also new, advanced ideas the great religious Mystery: "The base
and theories which serve the interests produces the superstructure so that
of the advanced forces of society. it can serve the base." (J. Stalin:
Their significance lies in facilitating Marxism and Linguistic Questions.)
the growth of the society and its for-
ward march." THE PURPOSE OF THE CREATION
As long as its famous author lived, This is not the only happy turn of
the Short Course was the bedside book phrase by Stalin which the author of
of every Soviet citizen. The entire the Bible might envy. The specific
literate population was constantly teleology of Marxist thought consists
urged to study it and in particular its in leading all concepts and objects to
fourth chapter, containing the quint- the Purpose, referring them all to the
essence of the Marxist creed and writ- Purpose and defining them all through
ten by Stalin himself. A quotation the Purpose. The history of all epochs
from V. I1'enkov's novel The Great and nations is but the history of hu-
Highway illustrates the universal va- manity's march towards Communism,
lidity that was attached to the Short and the history of the world's thought
Course: happened, so to say, in order to bring
"Father Degtyarev brought in a forth "scientific materialism," i.e.
small volume and said: 'Everything is Marxism, i.e. the philosophy of Com-
said here, in the fourth chapter.' Vin- munism. The history of philosophy,
kentii Ivanovich took the book and proclaimed Zhdanov, "is the history
thought: 'There is no book on this of the birth, rise and development of
earth that contains everything that a the scientific world view and its laws.
man needs ..: But Vinkentii Ivano- As materialism grew and developed
min [a typical sceptical intellectual] in the struggle against idealism, so
soon realized that he was wrong and the history of philosophy is the history
accepted Degtyarev's view, which was of the struggle between materialism
that of all advanced people: This book and idealism." (A. A. Zhdanov, "Con-
`contains everything that a man tribution to the Discussion of G. F.
needs.' " Aleksandrov's History of Western Eu-
Every word of this quotation is per- ropean Philosophy," June 24, 1947.)
vaded by the spirit of purposeful. These proud words seem like the voice
ness. Even the ideas that do not favor of God Himself exclaiming: "The
whole history is My history, and since did they save and what did they
I assert myself in the struggle with change in this world, these ancient vir-
Satan, world history is also the his- gins of both sexes, these egoists of
tory of My struggle with Satan." humanism who bought themselves in
And so it rises before us, the sole easy conscience penny by penny and
Purpose of all Creation, as splendid rented themselves a cozy corner in
as eternal life and as compulsory as the heavenly almshouses?
death. And we fling ourselves towards We did not want salvation for our-
it, breaking all barriers and rejecting selves but for all of humanity. Instead
anything that might hamper our fran- of sentimental sighs, individual peg
tic course. We free ourselves without fection and amateur dramatics for the
regret from belief in an afterlife, from benefit of the hungry, we set about
love of our neighbor, from freedom to correct the universe according to
of the individual and other prejudices, the best of models, the shining model
by now rather shopworn and looking of the Purpose which we approached
all the sorrier by comparison with the ever more closely.
great Ideal before us. Thousands of So that prisons should vanish for-
martyrs of the revolution gave up their ever, we built new prisons. So that
lives for the new religion and sur- all frontiers should fall, we surround-
passed the first Christians by their suf- ed ourselves with a Chinese wall. So
ferings, their steadfastness and their that work should become a rest and
holiness: a pleasure, we introduced forced la-
bor. So that not one drop of blood
Polish commanders be shed any more, we killed and killed
Branded our backs with
Five-pointed stars. and killed.
Mamontov's bands In the name of the Purpose we
Buried us alive turned to the means that our ene-
Up to our necks. mies used: we glorified Imperial Rus-
The Japanese
Burned us in fireplaces sia, we wrote lies in Pravda [Truth],
Or railroad engines we set a new Tsar on the now empty
And poured lead and tin throne, we introduced officers' epau-
Into our mouths. lettes and tortures ... Sometimes we
They all roared: felt that only one final sacrifice was
"Abjure!"
But from our burning throats needed for the triumph of Commu-
Only three words came: nism—the renunciation of Commu-
"Long nism.
Live O Lord, 0 Lord—pardon us our
Communism!" sins!
MAYAKOVSKI
Finally, it was created, our world,
To our new God we sacrificed not in the image and likeness of God. It
only our lives, our blood and our is not yet Communism, but it is al-
bodies. We also sacrificed our snow- ready quite close to Communism. And
white soul, after staining it with all so we rise, stagger with weariness, en-
the filth of the world. circle the earth with bloodshot eyes,
It is fine to be gentle, to drink tea and do not find around us what we
with preserves, to plant flowers and hoped to find.
cultivate love, non-resistance to evil Why do you laugh, scum? Why do
and other philanthropies. But whom you claw with your well-cared nails
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the spots of blood and dirt that have (Decree of the Central Committee of
stuck to our jackets and uniforms? the CPSU (b), August 14, 1946.)
You say that this is not Communism, It must be remembered, when read-
that we took the wrong turning and ing this decree of the Central Com-
that we are further from Communism mittee, that the interests of the peo-
now than when we started. Well then, ple and of the state—which, inciden-
where is your Kingdom of God? Show tally, are exactly the same from the
it! Where is the free personality of point of view of the state—have but
the superman that you promised? a single aim: the all-pervading and
Achievements are never identical all-absorbing Communism. "Literature
with the original aim. The means used and art are part of the whole people's
to reach the aim change its original struggle for Communism... The high-
appearance into something unrecog- est social destiny of art and literature
nizable. The stakes of the Inquisition is to mobilize the people to the strug-
helped to establish the Gospel; but gle for new advances in the building
what is left of the Gospel after the of Communism." (N. S. Khrushchev,
stakes have done their work? Yet all "For a Close Link Between Literature
of them—the stakes of the Inquisi- and Art and the Life of the People,"
tion and the Gospel, the night of Kommunist magazine, number 12,
Saint Bartholomew and Saint Barthol- 1957.)
omew himself—add up to one great When Western writers deplore our
Christian culture. lack of freedom of speech, their start-
Yes, we live in Communism. It re- ing point is their belief in the free-
sembles our aspirations about as much dom of the individual. This is the
as the Middle Ages resembled Christ, foundation of their culture, but it is
modern Western man resembles the organically alien to Communism. A
free superman, and man resembles true Soviet writer, a true Marxist, will
God. But all the same, there is some not accept these reproaches, and will
resemblance, isn't there? not even know what they are all
This resemblance lies in the subor- about. What freedom—if the compari-
dination of all our actions, thoughts son be permitted—does the religious
and longings to that sole Purpose, person require from God? The free-
which may have long ago become a dom to praise God still more ardently?
meaningless word but still has a hyp- Contemporary Christians, who have
notic effect on us and pushes us on- broken their spiritual fast and accept-
ward and onward—we don't know ed the spirit of individualism, with its
where. And, obviously, art and liter- free elections, free enterprise and free
ature could not but get caught in the press, occasionally abuse the phrase
meshes of that system and become, as "freedom of choice" that Christ is
Lenin predicted, "a small wheel and supposed to hale bequeathed us. This
a small screw" of the gigantic state sounds like a dubious borrowing from
machine. "Our magazines, both scien- the parliamentary system to which
tific and artistic, cannot be apoliti- they are accustomed, for it bears no
cal... The strength of Soviet litera- resemblance to the Kingdom of God,
ture, the most advanced in the world, if only because no president or prime
is that it is a literature for which minister is ever elected in paradise.
there can be no other interests than Even the most liberal God offers only
those of the people and of the state. one freedom of choice: to believe or
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not to believe, to be for Him or for to these positions, and affirms and de-
Satan, to go to paradise or to hell. fends them in the work."
Communism offers just about the same It is with the same joyous facility
right. If you don't want to believe, that this artist accepts the directives
you can go to jail—which is by no of the party and the government, from
means worse than hell. And for the the Central Committee and its First
man who believes, for the Soviet writ• Secretary. For who, if not the party
er to whom Communism is the pur- and its leader, knows best what kind
pose of his own and humanity's of art we need? It is, after all, the
existence (and otherwise there is no party that leads us to the Purpose in
place for him either in our literature accordance with all the rules of Marx-
or in our society), there can be no ism-Leninism, the party that lives and
such dilemma. For the man who be- works in constant contact with God.
lieves in Communism, as Khrushchev And so we have in it and in its lead-
correctly noted in one of his latest er the wisest and most experienced
cultural pronouncements, "for the ar- guide, who is competent in all ques-
tist who truly wants to serve his peo- tions of industry, linguistics, music,
ple, the question does not arise of philosophy, painting, biology, etc. He
whether he is free or not in his crea- is our Commander, our Ruler, our
tive work. For him, the question of High Priest. To doubt his words is
which approach to the phenomena of as sinful as to doubt the will of God.
reality to choose is clear. He need not These are the esthetical and psy-
conform or force himself; the true chological concepts the knowledge of
representation of life from the point which is indispensable to anyone who
of view of Communist partiinost'* is would penetrate the secret of socialist
a necessity of his soul. He holds firmly realism.
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ment towards Communism. But if the the fire of the Civil War and the cold
writer concentrates hard enough he of early Communist construction.
will uncover, even in the most remote As soon as the literary character be-
of times, some phenomenon that comes fully purposeful and conscious
might be called progressive because, of his purposefulness, he can enter
in the final account, it aided in some that privileged caste which is univer-
way our victories of today. The writ- sally respected and called "positive
ers merely anticipate somewhat and heroes." This is the Holy of Holies
give these events the Purpose that they of socialist realism, its cornerstone and
did not yet have. And so the leaders main achievement.
of the past like Ivan the Terrible,
THE POSITIVE HERO
Peter the Great or the peasant rebel
Stenka Razin, though they did not The positive hero is not simply a
know the word "Communism," still good man. He is a hero illuminated by
know quite well that our future will the light of the most ideal of all
be brilliant. They never cease to cel- ideals. Leonid Leonov called his posi-
ebrate this future from the pages of tive hero "a peak of humanity from
our historical novels, and they con- whose height the future can be seen."
staritly gladden the heart of their read- He has either no faults at all or else
ers by their astounding perspicacity. but a few of them—for example, he
Another subject is offered to our sometimes loses his temper a little.
literature by the internal world of These faults have a twofold function.
man's psychological life. This inter- They help the hero to preserve a cer-
nal world moves towards the Purpose tain likeness to real men and they
by dynamics of its own, fights against provide something to overcome as he
"the traces of the bourgeois past in raises himself ever higher and higher
its conscience," and re-educates itself on the ladder of political morality.
under the influence of the party and However, these faults must be slight
of surrounding life. A large part of or else they would run counter to his
Soviet literature is an "educational basic qualities. It is not easy to enu-
novel" which shows the Communist merate these basic qualities of the
metamorphosis of individuals and en- positive hero: ideological conviction,
tire communities. Many of our books courage, intelligence, will power, pa-
turn around the representation of triotism, respect for women, self-sacri-
these moral and psychological proc- fice, etc., etc. The most important, of
esses, which aim at producing the course, are the clarity and directness
ideal man of the future. One such is with which he sees the Purpose and
Gorki's Mother, where an ignorant strives towards it. Hence the amazing
woman, defeated by life, is transformed precision of all his actions, thoughts,
into a conscious revolutionary. Writ- tastes, feelings and judgments. He
ten in 1906, this book is generally firmly knows what is right and what
considered the first example of social- is wrong; he says plainly "yes" or "no"
ist realism. Or there is Makarenko's and does not confuse black with white.
Pedagogical Poem about the young For him there are no inner doubts
criminals who take the road to hon- and hesitations, no unanswerable
est work, or Ostrovski's novel How questions and no impenetrable se-
the Steel Was Tempered, i.e. how the crets. Faced with the most complex
steel of our youth was tempered in of tasks he easily finds the solution-
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by taking the shortest and most direct books in which all the heroes are pos-
route to the Purpose. itive. This is but natural, once we
The positive hero first appeared in are coming ever closer to the Pur.
some books of Gorki written in the pose. So that if a book about the
first decade of the twentieth century. present deals not with the fight
He started by proclaiming to the against the enemies but with, say, a
world: "One must say firmly yes or model collective farm, then all its char-
no!" Many were shocked by the self- acters can and must be positive. To
assurance and straightforwardness of put negative characters in such a situ-
his formulations, by his tendency to ation would, to say the least, be
preach at everyone around him and strange. And so we get dramas and
by his pompous monologues celebrat- novels where all moves smoothly and
ing his own virtues. Chekhov, when peacefully. If there is a conflict be-
he managed to read through The Pet- tween the heroes, it is a conflict be-
ty Bourgeois, frowned with embarrass- tween good and better, model and
ment and advised Gorki to soften the supermodel. When these books ap-
loud proclamations of his hero. Che- peared, their authors—men like Ba-
khov feared pretentiousness worse than baevski, Surkov, Sofronov, Virta, Gri-
fire: he viewed such purple passages bachev, etc.—were highly praised and
as a boastfulness foreign to the Rus- set up as examples for others. True,
sian character. since the Twentieth Congress—one
But Gorki was deaf to such advice. hardly knows why—our attitude to-
He did not fear the reproaches and wards them changed somewhat and
sneers of the shocked intelligentsia we apply to them the contemptuous
and its repeated assertions that the adjective "conflictless." Once Khrush-
new hero was dull-witted and narrow- chev came out in defense of these
minded. He knew that his hero was writers, such reproaches were stilled
the man of the future and that "only somewhat but they are still levied here
men as pitiless, straight and hard as and there by intellectuals. They are
swords will cut their way through." unjust.
(The Petty Bourgeois, 1901.) Since we don't want to lose face
Since then the posotive hero has before the West, we occasionally cease
gone through many changes and pre- to be consistent and declare that our
sented himself in many guises. He un- society is rich in individualities and
rolled his positive qualities in many embraces many interests. And that it
ways, grew big and sturdy, and finally has differences of opinion, conflicts
drew himself up to his full stature. and contradictions, and literature is
This happened already in the 1930s, supposed to reflect all that.
when the Soviet writers dropped their True, we differ from each other in
little cliques and their literary ten- age, sex, nationality and even intelli-
dencies, and accepted, almost unani- gence. But whoever follows the party
mously, the best and most advanced line knows that these are heterogenei-
trend of all: socialist realism. ties within a homogeneity, differences
To read the books of the last twen- of opinion within a single opinion,
ty or thirty years is to feel the great conflicts within a basic absence of con-
power of the positive hero. First he flict. We have one aim—Communism;
spread in every direction, until he one philosophy—Marxism; one art—
filled all our literature. There are socialist realism. This was well put
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by a Soviet writer of no great literary does not let us sleep in peace. But we
gifts but politically irreproachable: do not doubt for a single moment
"Russia took its own road—that of that all these contradictions will be
unanimity ... For thousands of years resolved, that the world will become
men suffered from differences of opin- unified and Communist and that the
ion. But now we, Soviet men and last, by competing with each other,
women, for the first time agree with shall become the first. This great har-
each other, talk one language that we mony is the final Purpose of Creation,
all understand, and think identically this beautiful absence of conflict is
about the main things in life. It is the future of socialist realism. And so
this unanimity that makes us strong we can hardly reproach those over-
and superior to all other people in harmonious writers who have indeed
the world, who are internally torn and withdrawn from contemporary con-
socially isolated through their differ- flicts but only to glance at the future,
ences of opinion." (V. Il'enkov, The i.e. to find out how they can best pay
Great Highway, a novel which ap- the debt which, as writers, they owe
peared in 1949 and was awarded the to socialist realism. Babaevski and Sur-
Stalin P rize.)* kov have not deviated from the sacred
Beautifully put! Yes we really are principles of our art, but have rather
all alike and we are not ashamed of developed it logically and organically.
it. Those of us who suffer from super- They embody the higher stage of so-
fluous differences of thought we pun• cialist realism and the embryo of the
ish severely by excluding them from coming Communist realism.
life and literature. There can be no The growing strength of the posi-
substantial differences of opinion in tive hero is shown not only in his in-
a country where even the anti-party credible multiplication—he has far
elements confess their errors and wish surpassed other kinds of literary char-
to rectify them as soon as possible, and acter in quantity, put them into shade
incorrigible enemies of the people ask and sometimes replaced them alto-
to be shot. Still less can there be such gether. His qualitative growth has al-
differences among honest Soviet peo- so been remarkable. As he approaches
ple and least of all among positive the Purpose, he becomes ever more
heroes who think only of spreading positive, great and splendid. He also
their virtues all over the world and becomes more and more persuaded of
of re-educating the few remainirtg dis- his own dignity, especially when he
sidents into unanimity. compares himself to contemporary
True, there are still disagreements Western man and realizes his immeas-
between the vanguard and the back- urable superiority. "But our Soviet
ward and there is still the sharp con- man has left them far behind. He is
flict with the capitalist world that now close to the peak while they are
still wandering in the foothills"—this
• One cannot but recall in this con- is the way simple peasants talk in our
nection Khrushchev's cri de coeur against novels. And the poet runs out of words
the Jews: "They are all individualists when he tries to describe this superior-
and all intellectuals. They want to talk ity, this incomparable positiveness of
about everything, they want to discuss our positive hero:
everything, they want to debate every-
thing—and they come to totally different Nobody rose so high
conclusions!" For centuries and centuries.
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You are above all glory, not matter so much that the starosta
You are beyond all praise. moved, within the batting of an eye-
M. ISAKOVSKI
lid, from the rearguard to the van-
The novel Russian Forest by Leonid guard. What matters very much more
Leonov, the first writer to be award- is that we have here the straight and
ed a Lenin prize—which replaced the immutable determination of the posi-
Stalin prize—is the best work of so- tive hero raised, we might say, to the
cialist realism for the last five years second power. Polya's behavior may
or so. It contains a remarkable scene. seem stupid from the point of view of
The brave birl Polya, entrusted with common sense. But it is filled with an
a dangerous mission, makes her way immense religious and esthetic signifi-
to the rear of the enemy—the action cance. Under no circumstances, even
takes place during the Patriotic War. to further his task, does the positive
As a camouflage she is supposed to hero dare so much as to look nega-
collaborate with the Germans. She tive. Even in the face of the enemy
plays this part for a while in talking who must be outwitted and cheated
to a Nazi officer, but with great diffi- he must demonstrate his positive qual-
culty: it is morally painful to her to ities. They cannot be hidden or cam-
talk the enemy's language. Finally she ouflaged: they are written on his brow
cannot stand it any more and reveals and they sound in his every word. And
her true self and her superiority to so he defeats the enemy not by clever-
the German officer: "I am a girl of my ness, wits or physical strength but by
time. . . maybe just an ordinary gui, his proud attitude alone.
but I am the world's tomorrow..., Polya's deed is the key to much that
and you should stand up, yes, stand to the non-believer appears grossly
up when you talk to me, if you have exaggerated, stupid and false—especial-
a trace of self-respect left! But there ly the positive hero's propensity to
you sit, only because you are nothing pontificate on elevated themes. He
but a horse that the Chief Hangman makes Communist assertions at home
puts through its paces ... Well, don't and at work, in friend's homes and
just sit there, do something! ... Get on lonely walks, on the love couch and
up and show me the place where So- on the death bed. But this is not a
viet girls are shot!" contradiction; positive heroes were
DETERMINATION A SECOND POWER created to present to the world, on
The fact that by this pompous tirade every suitable and unsuitable occa-
Polya betrays herself and moreover sion, a model of purposefulness:
harms the mission with which she has Measure
been entrusted does not disturb the Each detail
author in the least. He finds an easy By the great
Purpose
way out of the resulting situation. The MAYAKOVSKI
noble purity of Polya's heart converts Only men who are as straight and
a starosta* who happened to listen to hard as swords will cut their way
the conversation. His conscience sud- through.
GORKI
denly awakens, he shoots at the Ger-
man, loses his life and saves Polya's. Never before have there been heroes
But this is not what matters. It does like this. Though Soviet writers are
* A peasant official put in charge of the proud of the great traditions of 19th
village by the Germans. century Russian literature which they
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want to follow in every possible way broad—he should be narrowed, he felt.
and sometimes actually do follow (even But Dostoevsky was so broad himself
though they constantly upbraid West- that he could embrace within himself
ern writers for slavishly imitating out- both Orthodoxy and nihilism. He
worn literary canons) the positive he- could find room in his soul for all the
ro of socialist realism is a break with Karamazovs—Alyosha, Mitya, Ivan, Fe-
the tradition, not its continuation. dor (some would add Smerdyakov).
A very different type of hero pre- We don't know to this day which of
vailed in the last century, and Russian them predominated. For breadth ex-
culture lived and thought differently cludes faith: no wonder we narrowed
then. Compared with the fanatical re- ourselves down to Marxism, thus ful-
ligiosity of our time, the 19th century filling Dostoevsky's wish. Dostoevsky
seems atheist, tolerant, disoriented. It fully understood the temptations of
was soft and shrivelled, feminine and breadth, eternally disputed with him-
melancholy, full of doubts, inner con- self and passionately wished to end
tradictions and pangs of conscience. these disputes, offensive to the one
Chernyshevski and Pobedonostsev, the God.
great radical and the great reactionary, This thirst for God, this wish to be-
were perhaps the only two men of the lieve arose—as did the search—in a
century who really believed in God. spiritual desert. It was not yet faith,
Of course, an incalculable number of and if the wish preceded faith—Bless-
peasants and old women also believed ed are they who thirst!—it is like hun-
in God; but they were not the makers ger preceding a meal... The great
of history and culture. Culture was hunger of the 19th century perhaps
made by a handful of mournful scep- conditioned us Russians to throw our-
tics who thirsted for God simply be- selves so greedily upon the food pre-
cause they had no God. pared by Marx and to devour it even
But you might object: How about before we had time to analyze its
Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, how about taste, smell and consequences. But this
the thousands of other "seekers after hundred years' hunger was itself caused
God," from the Populists to Merezh- by the catastrophic absence of food:
kovski, whose search of God has lasted it was a hunger of godlessness. That
well into the middle of our cen- is why it proved so exhausting and
tury? I assume that to search means felt so unbearable, making us "go
not to have. He who has, who really among the people," turn radical and
believes, does not search. And what renegade and suddenly remember that
should he search for, if everything is we are, after all, Christians. ... But
clear and all that he has to do is to there was no relief anywhere:
follow God? God is not found; He I want to make peace with heaven,
finds us and comes upon us. When He I want to love, I want to pray
has found us, we cease to search and I want to believe in the good.
start to act, doing His will. THE RUSSIAN DEMON
The 19th century was a century of
But who is it that cries so anxious-
searching, of ardent or calm aspira-
ly for faith? None other than the De-
tions, unwilling or unable to find a
mon of Lermontov's poem.* It is the
solid place under the sun, torn by
uncertainties and dualism. Dostoev- * Lermontov, the great romantic poet,
sky regretted that the Russian was so wrote this work in 1842 —TR.
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very "spirit" of doubt that has torn gin that he unfolded the theme in its
us so long and so painfully. He con- full amplitude. The plot of Onegin
firms that it is not the saints that is a simple anecdote: as long as Ta-
thirst for God but those who have no tiana loves Onegin and is willing to
God and have left Him. belong to him, he is indifferent to her;
It is a very Russian Demon. He is but when she marries another, he
too inconsistent in his passion for evil falls in love with her passionately and
to figure as a full Devil and too in- hopelessly. Embedded in this banal
consistent in his repentance to make story are contradictions on which Rus-
his peace with God and rejoin the sian literature has dwelled to the days
obedient angels. His tone is not of Chekhov and Blok: contradictions
straightforward but ambiguous—"not of a spirit without God and of a Pur-
day and not night, not light and not pose irrevocably lost.
dark." There are only semi-tones, the The central hero of this literature-
secret glitter of twilight that was later Onegin, Pechorin of Lermontov's He-
glimpsed by the symbolist poet Blok ro of Our Time, Beltov of Herzen's
and the symbolist painter Wrubel. Whose Fault?, Lavretski of Turgenev's
A consistent atheism, an extreme Nest of Gentlefolk and Rudin of his
and inflexible denial of God, resem- novel of that name—is usually called
bles religion more than this vague in- "the superfluous man." For all his
certitude. For this is the crux of the generous impulses he is unable to find
Demon's problem: he has no faith and a destiny and he presents a lamenta-
he suffers from lack of faith. His is ble example of a purposelessness that
the eternal motion upwards and down- is of no use to anybody. He is, as a
wards, backwards and forwards, be- rule, a reflYxi've character, with ten-
tween heaven and hell. dencies to self-analysis and self-flagel-
Remember what happened to the lation. His life is full of unrealized
Demon? He fell in love with Tamara, projects, and his fate is sad and slight-
that divine beauty incarnated in a ly ridiculous. A woman usually plays
ravishing woman, and decided to be- a fatal part in it.
lieve in God. But as soon as he kissed Russian literature is full of love
Tamara she died, killed by his touch. stories in which an inadequate man
She was taken from him, and he was and a beautiful woman meet and part
once more alone in his anguished un- without achieving anything. The fault,
belief. of course, lies with the man, who does
For a century this was also the story not know how to love his lady as she
of Russian culture, which had been deserves, actively and with a purpose.
possessed by the Demon even before Instead, he yawns with boredom, like
Lermontov. Russia went into a fren- Onegin and Rudin, or else he kills
zied search for an ideal; and no soon- his beloved, like Aleko in Pushkin's
er did she touch heaven than she fell. Gypsies or Arbenin in Lermontov's
The slightest contact with God led Masquerade.
to denying Him, and with the denial If only the hero were at least a low
came the anguish of unrealized faith. fellow, incapable of higher feelings!
The universal genius of Pushkin But no, he is a noble creature and
took note of this collision in The Pris- the most attractive woman boldly of-
oner of the Caucasus and other early fers him her heart and hand. But in-
poems; but it was only in Eugene One- stead of rejoicing and taking life with
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a song, he commits some irresponsi- mysteriousness and her tenderness.
ble acts and, against his own desires, Pushkin's dreamy Tatiana opened up
does everything he can to ensure that an age; the "Beautiful Lady" to whom
his beloved shall not become his. Blok dedicated his first collected
Judging by the literature of the poems closed it. Tatiana was indis-
time, all hearts were broken in 19th pensable so that Onegin should suffer
century Russia and no children were through the absence of somebody.
born for a while. But the writers were And, concluding a love story that
not describing the actual life and cus- lasted for a century, Blok took the
toms of the Russian nobility; they Beautiful Lady as his Bride, only to
were engaged in depth metaphysics of betray Her and to lose Her and to
an aimlessly agitated spirit. In this torment himself all his life by the pur-
literature, woman was the touchstone poselessness of his existence.
of man. His relations with her bare Blok's poem The Twelve —a work
his weakness and, compromised by her at the boundary between two hostile
strength and beauty, he descends from and mutually exclusive cultures—con-
the stage on which a heroic action was tains an episode that puts a full stop
to be played, bows to fate and sneaks to the love theme of the 19th cen-
out into nothingness with the shame- tury. The Red Guard Petka kills,
ful cry of a base, useless, superfluous against his will and in a fit of anger,
man. his sweetheart, the prostitute Katka.
The women, those innumerable Ta- The tragic murder and the sorrows
tianas, Lizas, Natalias, Bellas and of lost love resuscitate the old drama,
Ninas [Tatiana is the heroine of Eu- known to us from the days of Ler-
gene Onegin; Lisa of A . ,Test of Gen- montov's Masquerade and Demon.
tlefolk; Bella of A Hero of Our Time], Blok himself used it in many varia-
shine like an ideal, chaste and beyond tions—did not the fool Petka and big-
the reach of Onegins and Pechorins, mouthed Katka, with her new boy
who love them so clumsily and unsuc- friend Harlequin-Vanka, issue from
cessfully. For Russian literature they Blok's own Pierrot and Columbine?
served as a synonym of the ideal, as But if the old heroes, the Demons and
symbol of a higher Purpose. Arbenins, just turn their emptied soul
For woman is generally considered inside out and freeze into a hopeless
a beautiful, pure and nebulous crea- sorrow, Petka, who followed in their
'ture. Not too much is asked from her: footsteps, is not allowed to do it. His
she need not be concrete and definite more politically conscious comrades
to save man; it is enough that she be rouse him and re-educate him:
pure and beautiful. And since she oc- You sure go on and on, you
cupies, like every Purpose, a passive bastard,
What are you? A little girl?
and waiting position, her beautiful, Sure, you want to turn your soul
magical, mysterious and not too con- Inside out for us to see? O.K.
crete nature permits her to represent Come on, snap out of it, look
a higher stage of the ideal and to serve smart,
Get yourself under control!
as a substitute for the absent and de- ................
In its content and spirit, as in its Peoples, know this dread Colossus:
central figure, socialist realism is much God is with us, so honor ye the
closer to the 18th century than to the Russian.
19th. Without realizing it, we jump These verses of the 18th century
over to the heads of our fathers and poet Derzhavin have a very contem-
revive the tradition of our grandfa- porary ring, though the language
thers. Like ourselves, the 18th century would, of course, need modernizing.
had the idea of political purposeful- Like the socialist system, so 18th cen-
ness, the feeling of its own superiority tury Russia conceived of itself as the
and a clear consciousness that "God center of Creation. Inspired by the
is with us": plenitude of its virtues—"self-created
Hark, hark, 0 Universe and self-fortified"—it proclaimed itself
To vict'ries beyond human power; as an example to all peoples and all
Listen, 0 astounded Europe
To the exploits of these Russians. eras. Its religious self-conceit was so
Peoples, know and understand, strong that it did not even admit the
Believe ye that with us is God; possibility of the existence of other
Believe that, aided by His hand, norms and ideals. In his Portrait of
A single Russian can defeat
All your abysmal evil forces. Felitsa, Derzhavin, praising the ideal
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reign of Catherine II, expressed the It made Russia and it raised her
desire that To heights of stars and crests of
time.
Peoples savage and remote,
A. PROKOFIEV
Covered still with wool and scales,
Dressed only with leaf and bark, Eighteenth century literature pro-
And adorned with wings of birds,
Should all gather at Her throne, duced its own positive hero. He is "the
Hear the gentle voice of Law, friend of common good"; he "strives
So that tears should run in torrents to surpass all in courage," etc.; i.e. he
Down their swarthy, sunburned constantly raises the level of his po-
faces. litical morality, possesses all the vir-
They should cry and understand
The bliss of living in our time, tues and tells everybody just what to
Should abandon their equality, do. This literature knew nothing of
And all subject be to Her. the superfluous man. Neither did it
Derzhavin simply cannot imagine know the destructive laughter that was
that these "savages," the Huns, Finns the chronic disease of Russian culture
and other peoples that surrounded from Pushkin to Blok and reached its
the Russian throne somewhat in the climax among the decadents. "All the
manner of the Internationale, should most lively and sensitive children of
reject this flattering offer and not wish our century are stricken by a disease
to submit at once to Catherine, who unknown to doctors and psychiatrists.
is, after all, "celestial grace incar- It is related to the disorders of the
nate." For him, as for our writers, any- soul and might be called 'irony.' Its
one who does not wish to become like symptoms are fits of an exhausting
the model proposed to him and does laughter which starts with a diabolic
not hasten to forget his barbarous mockery and a provocative smile and
"equality" and accept the proferred ends as rebellion and sacrilege." (A.
gift of "bliss" falls into one of two Blok, Irony, 1908.)
categories. He either is so stupid that Seen in this way, irony is the laugh-
he does not understand his own in- ter of the superfluous man who de-
terests, in which case he must be re- vides both himself and everything sa-
educated. Or he lacks virtue and is, cred in this world. "I know men who
to use one of our words, a "reaction- are ready to choke with laughter when
ary," in which case he must be li- they learn that their mother is dying,
quidated. For in our world there is that they are starving to death, that
nothing finer than this state, this faith, their fiancee has betrayed them.
this life and this Empress. So Derzha- Through this accursed irony, every-
vin believed, just as a contemporary thing is the same to them: good and
poet who celebrates the new reign in evil, the blue sky and the stinking
Derzhavin's language: pit, Dante's Beatrice and Sologub's
There is no country like vast Untouchable Lady. [Fedor Sologub, a
Russia, poet of the turn of the 20th cen-
No flowers grow as bright as ours, tury, with decadent tendencies.] Every-
Great is our people, free and
deathless, thing is confused, as in a tavern or
Our proud, eternal Russian people. a fog." (Blok, ibid.)
Irony is the faithful companion of
It stemmed attacking hordes of unbelief and doubt; it vanishes as soon
Batu as there appears a faith that does not
And broke all chains that held it
down, tolerate sacrilege. There was no irony
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in Derzhavin, nor in Gorki—except Socialist realism starts from an ideal
for a few early tales. In Mayakovski image to which it adapts the living
there are a few examples, mostly from reality. Our demand "to represent life
prerevolutionary times. Mayakovski truthfully in its revolutionary devel-
soon found out what he could and opment" is really nothing but a sum-
what he could not laugh about. He mons to view truth in the light of
could not permit himself to laugh at the ideal, to give an ideal interpreta-
Lenin, whom he praised to the skies, tion of reality, to present what should
any more than Derzhavin would laugh be as what is. For we interpret "revo-
at his Empress. Pushkin, by contrast, lutionary development" as the inevit-
addressed indecent verses even to the able movement towards Communism,
chaste and modest Tatiana. Pushkin towards our ideal, in the light of
was the first to taste the bitter joys which we see reality. We represent
of self-negation, even though he was life as we would like it to be and as
gay and had a balanced character. As it is bound to become, when it bows
for Lermontov, he almost seems to to the logic of Marxism. This is why
have imbibed the poison in his child- socialist realism should really be called
hood. In Blok himself and in his con- "socialist classicism."
temporaries Sologub and Leonid An- Some theoretical books and articles
dreev, destructive laughter became an by Soviet writers and critics use the
elemental force sweeping everything terms "romanticism" and "revolution-
before it. ary romanticism." Gorki wrote much
As in the 18th century, we became about the links between romanticism
severe and serious. This does not mean and socialist realism. He longed for
that we forgot how to laugh; but "the illusion that exalts" and de-
laughter ceased to be indecent and fended the artist's right to embellish
disrespectful; it acquired a Purpose. life and to present it as better than
It eliminates faults, corrects manners, it is. These calls did not remain un-
keeps up the brave spirits of youth. heeded, though many of Gorki s for-
It is laughter with a serious face and mulas are now veiled by an embar-
with a pointing finger: "This is not rassed silence or interpreted pharisai-
the way to do things!" It is a laugh- cally: it is obviously not easy to admit
ter free from the acidity of irony. that what we really need are some
Irony was replaced by pathos, the pretty lies. No, no, God forbid! We
emotional element of the positive are against illusions and against ideal-
hero. We ceased to fear high-sounding ization, we write only the truth and
words and bombastic phrases, we were at the same time present life in its
no longer ashamed to be virtuous. revolutionary development ... Why
The solemn eloquence of the ode should we embellish life? It is quite
suited us. We became Classicists. beautiful as it is, we are not out to
When Derzhavin, in his old age, embellish it, we just want to show
wrote the ode "To the great boyar the germs of the future it contains .. .
and military commander Reshemysl,"
he gave it a subtitle "or the image of EARLY ROMANTICISM
what a great lord should be." The All this talk is merely our usual lit-
art of socialist realism might be given erary politics. In reality—as Gorki
the same subtitle: it represents the knew—romanticism suited our tastes
world and man as they should be. only too well. It gravitates towards the
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ideal, makes our wishes pass for after the Revolution was its betrayal
the truth, likes pretty knick-knacks, is than to insult its memory by reproaches
not afraid of bombast. This is why and suspicions. Unlike the party, the
it had its well-known success among state, the Ministry of State Security,
us. Yet romanticism has played a less collectivization, Stalin, etc., the Rev-
important part in our art than might olution needs no justification by the
have been expected. It made its pres- Communist paradise that awaits us. It
ence felt mostly in the prehistory and is self-justified and justified emotion.
initial period of socialist realism. In ally, like love or inspiration. And
its mature period—the last 20, 30 years even though the Revolution was
—socialist realism has had a compara- carried out in the name of Commu-
tively slight romantic tinge. nism, its name does not sound less
Romanticism is intimately connected sweet to us for that. Maybe even
with the Sturm and Drang period of sweeter...
Soviet literature, the first five years We live between past and future,
after 1917, when life and art were between the Revolution and Commu-
flooded with sentiment, when the nism. And if Communism promising
blazing elan towards a happy future us golden mountains and represent-
and the world-wide significance of the ing the inevitable logical outcome of
revolution were not yet regimented by all human history imperiously pulls
a strict political order. Romanticism us forward, the past too pushes us in
is our past, our youth for which we the back. For it is we who accom-
long. It is the ecstasy of swollen ban- plished the Revolution. How then can
ners, the explosions of passion and we blame it or blaspheme against it?
rage, the rattling of sabers and the We are caught in this psychological
neighing of horses, the shootings with- squeeze. In itself, we may like it or
out judgment and without conse- not. But both before us and behind
quences, the "On to Warsaw!", the us stand temples so splendid that we
life, sleep and death under the naked could not bear to attack them. And
sky lit by the fires of regiments as when we remember that, should our
nomadic as the Tartars of old: enemies win, they would make us re-
Youth that led us turn to the prerevolutionary mode of
To the march of sabers, life (or incorporate us in Western
Youth that threw us democracy, it hardly matters), then,
On the ice of Kronstadt. I am sure, we will start once more
from where we started. We will start
Battle horses from the Revolution.
Carried us off,
On city squares While working on this article I
They massacred us. have caught myself more than once
E. BAGR TSKI dropping into irony—that unworthy
These are not just the sentiments device! I caught myself trying to avoid
of revolutionists who have survived the phrase "Soviet power." I preferred
and grown fat. The memory of the to use its synonyms, like "our state,"
revolution is as sacred, both to those "the socialist system" and so on. No
who took part in it and those who doubt this was due to the fact that
were born after it, as the image of when I was young, the words of one
a dead mother. It is easier for us to of our Civil War songs went straight
grant that everything that happened to my soul:
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All of us into the fight Romanticism is powerless to express
For Soviet power our clarity and precision. Composed
And as one man we'll die gestures and even moderately solemn
Fighting for it.
speech are foreign to it. It waves its
It is enough for me to pronounce arms, gets excited and dreams distant
the words "Soviet power" to make me dreams of the time when Communism
see the Revolution with my mind's is all but built and will be seen any
eye. I see the taking of the Winter moment.
Palace, the cracking motion of ma- In affirming an ideal, romanticism
chine-gun belts, the bread cards for is not binding enough. It takes the
one eighth of a pound, the defense wish for the reality. This is not bad
of Red Petersburg. In a strictly logi- in itself, but it smells of subjectivism
cal judgment, "Soviet power" and and lack of self-restraint. The wish is
"the socialist state" are the same the reality, because it must be, Our
thing. But if I have a few things life is beautiful not only because we
against the socialist state—trifles, all want it to be beautiful but also be-
of them—I have absolutely nothing cause it must be so: it has no choice.
against the Soviet power. Ridiculous? All these arguments, mostly voice-
Maybe. But this is also romanticism. less and unconscious, gradually dried
Yes, we are all romantic with re- up the hot current of romanticism.
gard to our past. But the further away The river of art was covered with the
we are from our past and the closer ice of classicism. As art became more
we come to Communism, the weaker precise, rational and teleological, it
becomes the romantic halo that art squeezed out romanticism.
has bestowed upon the Revolution.
THE SHIFT TO CLASSICISM
This is understandable: romanticism
is, indeed, part of our nature; but it The cold breath and ponderous
is not all of it. Sometimes it even heaviness of classicism was felt by us
violates our nature. long ago, but few men dared to be
Romanticism is too anarchical and outspoken on this subject. "The spir-
too emotional, while we are becoming it of classicism blows upon us from
ever more disciplined rationalists. It is all directions. All breathe it; but they
at the mercy of turbulent feelings and either cannot distinguish it or don't
diffuse moods, forgetting logic, com- know its name or simply are afraid
mon sense and law. "The folly of the to speak about it." (A. Efros, The
brave is the wisdom of life," the young Messenger on the Doorstep, 1922.)
Gorki assured us. This advice was The most daring of all was N. Pu-
timely when the Revolution was made: nin, a fine art critic. At that time he
fools were necessary then. But can we was connected with futurism; he is
call the Five Year Plan "folly of the completely forgotten now. Already in
brave"? Or the guidance of the Party? 1918 he noted "the marked classicism
Or, indeed, Communism itself, inevit- of Mayakovski's verses." He declared
ably prepared by the logical course of that in his Mystery Bouffe—his first
history? Here every point is thought major post-revolutionary work—Maya-
through, rationally foreseen and sub- kovski "ceased to be a romanticist and
divided into corresponding paragraphs. became a classicist." He forecast that
What folly is this? Hm, comrade Gorki, "much as he would like to, Mayakov-
you obviously haven't read your Marx! ski will never again rebel as impetu-
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ously as he did in the past." tional and social trait of our classi-
Although his forecast proved re- cism, born as it was of Russian democ-
markably correct—and not only as re- racy. But neither the heroes nor their
gards Mayakovski—the term "classi- authors ever suspect that they are in
cism" did not take hold in a Soviet bad taste. They try with all their pow-
literature that kept becoming more er to be beautiful, polite and cultured.
clearly classicist. It was, perhaps, too They present every detail "correctly"
embarrassingly frank. Also, it recalled and "in the best of tastes."
certain undesirable associations that "Under the white ceiling sparkled
seemed to lower our dignity. We pre- an elegant chandelier, fringed with
ferred to call ourselves modestly "so- transparent glass pendants, as with
cialist realists" and hide our name icicles ... Tall silvery columns sup-
under this pseudonym... ported a blindingly white cupola, dec-
Beginning with the 1930s, the pas- orated with necklaces of electric
sion for solemnity finally imposes it- bulbs."
self and a pompous simplicity of style. What is this? A Tsar's palace? No,
the hallmark of classicism, becomes an ordinary club in a provincial town.
fashionable. We call our state "the "On the stage, by the polished wing
Power"; the mujik—"cultivator of the of the grand piano stood Rakitin,
bread"; the rifle-"saber." We cap- dressed in sober gray. Like a blue
italize a great number of words. Al- river, a necktie flowed down his
legorical figures and personified ab- breast."
stractions invade our literature, and A singer? A fashionable tenor? No,
we speak with slow solemnity and a simple party worker.
grandiose gestures. And now let's look at the people.
It does not curse, it does not fight, it
Yes, we believe, we must believe does not drink itself senseless the way
That truth exists—this is our stand; the Russian people used to do. And
And that the good is not defenseless
And conquers evil in the end. if takes a drink at a wedding table
A. TvAxnovsxu covered with exquisite foods, it is only
as an accompaniment of toasts:
The time has come! In vain with
cruel fate "Terentii raised his eyes, looked
The Fascist Lord has Moscow at the round of guests, rumblingly
threatened long. coughed into his fist, caressed the
But to victorious Moscow fell silver flow of his beard with a
Berlin. trembling hand, and said:
M. Isnxovsxt 'First of all let us congratulate
the young couple, may they be
The first heroes of Soviet literature happy and embellish the earth by
stormed the fortresses of capitalism their presence.'
The guests followed him with
with torn bast shoes on their feet and their toasts, among the melodious
sexual oaths on their lips. They were clinking of the wine glasses:
coarse and unrestrained: "Vankal Put 'May they honor their parents!'
some paper rubles in your shoes! 'May they have healthy children!'
You can't scoot barefoot to the meet- 'And not injure the glory of the
kolkhoz!' "
ting!" (Mayakovski). But now they ac-
quired good looks, elegant clothes and The quotations are taken from the
refined manners. If they are some- novel From the Whole Heart by E.
times lacking in taste, this is the na- Maltsev, published in 1949. It is like
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dozens and hundreds of other novels. seems satisfactory to contemporaries.
It is a sample of classicist prose of Still I must sadly confess, with other
average literary quality. The style has of my contemporaries, that our litera-
long become a commonplace of our ture has become progressively impov-
literature, and passes from author to erished in the last two or three dec-
author without undergoing any sub- ades. Fedin, Fadeev, Ehrenburg, Iva-
stantial change. nov and many others have written
Every style has its distinctive quali- worse and worse with the years. The
ty. But classicism is more prone than twenties, of which Mayakovski wrote
other styles to impose its mark, to ob- that "Only poets, alas, we have none,"
serve pedantically definite canons and now seem to be the years in which
norms, to be conservative as to form. poetry flourished. Since the writers
It is among the most stable of styles. It accepted socialist realism en masse—
brings and accepts new elements mostly the beginning of the thirties—litera-
in its formative period, but later tries ture has gone down and down. Some
to follow established models faithfully few glimmers of light during the Pa-
and is hostile to researches in form, triotic War did not save it.
experimentalism and originality. This In this contradiction between the
is why it rejected the talents of many victory of socialist realism and the
poets who wanted to embrace it but low quality of literary production,
retain their personality: V. Khlebni- many are inclined to blame socialist
kov, O. Mandelshtam and N. Zabolot- realism. They say that great art can-
ski among them.* Even Mayakovski, not be written under it and even that
whom Stalin called "the most tal- it is the death of all art. But Maya-
ented poet of our Soviet era," re- kovski provides a refutation, to start
mained in it a tragically solitary fig- with. For all the originality of his tal-
ure. ents he remained an orthodox Soviet
Mayakovski was too much of a rev- writer, perhaps the most orthodox So-
olutionary to become a traditionalist. viet writer—and this did not stop him
To this day he is accepted politically from writing good poetry. He was an
rather than poetically. For all the exception to general rules, but most-
peans written to his glory, his rhythms, ly because he observed these rules
images and language seem overbold to more strictly than others. In his poet-
most of our poets. Those who want ic practice he carried out the de-
to follow in his footsteps copy his mands of socialist realism more radi-
mannerisms but are unable to grasp cally and more consistently. For the
what is essential in him—his boldness, contradiction between socialist realism
inventiveness and passion. They imi- and literary quality, the blame must
tate his verses but don't follow his fall on literature, i.e. on the writers
example... who accepted the rules of socialist
Geniuses, of course, are not born realism but did not have sufficient ar-
every day, and the state of art rarely tistic consistency to embody them in
deathless images. Mayakovski had that
* A. F. Khlebnikov, who died in 1922, consistency.
was one of the founders of Russian fu- Art is not afraid of dictatorship, se-
turism; Mandelshtam, who rebelled verity, repressions, or even conserva-
against the symbolists, died after depor-
tation; Zabolotski is among the most tal- tism and cliches. When necessary, art
ented Soviets poets today.—Tx. can be narrowly religious, dumbly
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governmental, devoid of individuality sicistic nature of our art, they still
—and yet good. We go into esthetic consider it realism. They do it because
raptures over the stereotypes of Egyp- they base their judgments on the lit-
tian art, Russian icons and folklore. erary criticism of the 19th century,
Art is elastic enough to fit into any which is farthest away from us and
bed of Procrustes that history presents most foreign to us. Instead of follow-
to it. But there is one thing it can- ing the road of conventional forms,
not stand: eclecticism. pure fantasy and imagination which
Our misfortune is that we are con- the great religious cultures always
vinced socialist realists but not con- took, they try to compromise. They
vinced enough. Submitting to its cruel lie, they maneuver and they try to
rules, we are yet afraid to follow to combine the uncombinable: the posi-
the end the road that we ourselves tive hero, who logically tends towards
have chosen. No doubt, if we were the pattern, the allegory—and the psy-
less educated, it would be easier for chological analysis of character; ele-
us to attain the integrity that is in• vated style, declamation—and prosaic
dispensable to a writer. But we went descriptions of ordinary life; a high
to school, read all kinds of books, and ideal—and truthful representation of
learned only too well that there were life.
great writers before us—Balzac, Mau- The result is a loathsome literary
passant, Tolstoy and, yes, what's his salad. The characters torment them-
name?—Chekhov. This is what has un- selves not quite like Dostoevsky's, are
done us. We wanted to become famous mournful not quite like Chekhov's,
and to write like Chekhov. This un- found their happy families not quite
natural liaison produced monsters. like Tolstoy's, and, suddenly becoming
It is impossible, without falling into aware of the time they are living in,
parody, to produce a positive hero in scream at the reader the copybook
the style of full socialist realism and slogans which they read in Soviet news-
yet make him into a psychological papers, like "Long live world peace!"
portrait. In this way, we will get nei- or "Down with the Warmongers!"
ther psychology nor hero. Mayakovski This is neither classicism nor realism.
knew this and, hating psychological It is a half-classicist half-art, which is
analysis and details, wrote in propor- none too socialist and altogether not
tions that were larger than life. He realism.
wrote coarsely, poster-style, homerical-
THE CONTRADICTION
ly. He avoided like a plague descrip-
tions of common life and rural na- It seems that the very term "social-
ture. He broke with "the great tra- ist realism" contains an insoluble con-
ditions of the great Russian litera- tradiction. A socialist, i.e. a purpose-
ture" and, though he loved Pushkin ful, a religious art cannot be pro-
and Chekhov, he did not try to imi- duced with the literary method of the
tate them. All this helped Mayakovski 19th century called "realism." And a
to lift himself to the level of his epoch really faithful representation of life
and to express its spirit fully and cannot be achieved in a language
clearly, without alien admixtures. based on teleological concepts. If so-
But the writing of so many other cialist realism really wants to rise to
writers is in a critical state right now the level of the great world cultures
precisely because, in spite of the das- and produce its Communiad, there is
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only one way to do it. It must give vedere in the treasury of world art.
up the "realism," renounce the sorry The strength of a theological sys-
and fruitless attempts to write a so- tem resides in its constancy, harmony
cialist Anna Karenina or a socialist and order. Once we admit that God
Cherry Orchard. When it abandons its carelessly sinned with Eve and, be-
effort to achieve verisimilitude, it will coming jealous of Adam, sent him off
be able to express the grand and im- to labor at land reclamation, the
plausible sense of our era. whole concept of the Creation falls
Unfortunately, this is unlikely to apart, and it is impossible to restore
happen. The events of the last few the faith.
years are dragging our art on a road After the death of Stalin we en-
of half-measures and half-truths. The tered upon a period of destruction
death of Stalin inflicted an irrepara- and re-evaluation. It is a slow and
ble loss upon our religiously esthetic inconsistent process, it lacks perspec-
system; it cannot be resuscitated tives, and the inertia of both past and
through the now revived cult of Le- future lie heavy on it. Today's chil-
nin. Lenin is too much like an ordi- dren will scarcely be able to produce
nary man and his image is too realis- a new God, capable of inspiring hu-
tic: small, bald, dressed in civilian manity into the next historical cycle.
clothes. Stalin seemed to be specially Maybe He will have to be supple-
made for the hyperbole that awaited mented by other stakes of the Inqui-
him: mysterious, omniscient, all-pow- sition, by further "personality cults"
erful, he was the living monument and by new terrestrial labors, so that
of our era and needed only one qual- after many centuries a new Purpose
ity to become God—immortality. will rise above the world. But today
Ah, if only we had been intelli- no one yet knows its name.
gent enough to surround his death And meanwhile our art is marking
with miracles! We could have an- time between an insufficient realism
nounced on the radio that he did not and an insufficient classicism. After
die but had risen to Heaven, from the loss it suffered it is no longer able
where he continued to watch us, in to fly towards the ideal and to sing
silence, no words emerging from be- the praises of our life in a sincere
neath the mystic moustache. His relics and high-flown style, presenting what
would have cured men struck by pa- should be as what is. In our works
ralysis or possessed by demons. And of glorification resound ever more
children, before going to bed, would openly the notes of baseness and hy-
have kneeled by the window and ad- pocrisy. The most successful writers
dressed their prayers to the cold and are those who can present our achieve-
shining stars of the Celestial Kremlin. ments as truthfully as possible and
But we did not listen to the voice our failings as tactfully, delicately and
of our conscience. Instead of intoning untruthfully as possible. This is what
devout prayers, we set about dethron- happened with Dudintsev's novel Man
ing the "cult of personality" that we Does Not Live by Bread Alone, which
ourselves had created. We thus blew stirred up a lot of noise and was pub-
up the foundations of that classicist licly anathemized for blackening our
colossus which, if we had waited but bright socialist reality.
a little, would have joined the Pyra- But is the dream of the old, good
mid of Cheops and the Apollo of Bel- and honest "realism" the only heresy
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to which Russian literature is suscep- socialist realist of all) and of many
tible? Is it possible that all the les- other realists and non-realists teach
sons that we received were taught in us how to be truthful with the aid
vain and that, in the best of cases, of the absurd and the fantastic.
all we wish is to return to the natural- Having lost our faith, we have not
ist school and the critical tendency? lost our enthusiasm about the meta-
Let us hope that this is not so and morphoses of God that take place be-
that our need for truth will not in- fore our very eyes, the miraculous
terfere with the work of thought and transformations of His entrails and
imagination. His cerebral convolutions. We don't
Right now I put my hope in a phan- know where to go; but, realizing that
tasmagoric art, with hypotheses instead there is nothing to be done about it,
of a Purpose, an art in which the we start to think, to set riddles, to
grotesque will replace realistic de- make assumptions. We may thus in-
scriptions of ordinary life. Such an vent something marvelous? Perhaps;
art corresponds best to the spirit of but it will no longer be socialist
our time. May the fantastic imagery realism.
of Hoffmann and Dostoevsky, of Goya, (Translated from the Russian
Chagall, and Mayakovski (the most by GEORGE DENNIS)
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