The cure for fear, or the secret psychic weapon of the Russians
Psychic attack is a powerful weapon even against superior enemy forces. To induce paralyzing fear in the enemy is to secure half the victory for yourself. The rest, as they say, is a matter of technology.
“Even in that war, the old woman, having learned from the soldier, that the British and French are for us, asked:
"Are the Skopskys for us?" - "Pskopskys for us, grandmother."
- "Well, then it will be!"
L. V. Uspensky. A word about words.
Psychic attack is a powerful weapon even against superior enemy forces. To induce paralyzing fear in the enemy is to secure half the victory for yourself. The rest, as they say, is a matter of technology.
The Nazis often resorted to cheap theatricality, designed to intimidate our soldiers. In even ranks, all in black, with machine guns at the ready and fluttering banners, or, drunk on schnapps, a torn column with unbuttoned jackets and cigarettes in their teeth, the Nazis pounded the Russian trenches. They could only be resisted with complete composure and well-aimed fire. This was not always successful. According to eyewitnesses, fear chilled the soul, I wanted to run without looking back. But we also had our own psychic weapon, unknown to the enemy.
WEAPONS FOR DESTROYING CULTURAL RESTRICTIONS
Overcoming the fear of death is not easy. The desire of any living creature to preserve its integrity is superimposed on a specifically human, acquired in the collective psychic visual fear of death, expressed by the cultural prohibition of killing. This makes a cultural person helpless in the face of bestial archetypal cruelty. The black color of military uniforms, banners with dead heads and other frightening props worked to incite the deepest fear - the visual fear of death, fear for oneself.
Allowing the primal fear to prevail meant breaking the powerful collective psychic army into many capsules of living matter trembling for themselves, which was tantamount to defeat. It was necessary, at least for the duration of the attack, to destroy the cultural visual superstructure of the fighters. The weapon of destruction here was the oral word.
The oral word was delivered to the troops in various ways. These were, for example, ingenious leaflets and posters "Kill the German!" - in a concise but capacious form, they expressed the rejection of cultural restrictions, prescribing to distinguish where a fascist is, and where is the same as me, only a German worker or peasant squeezed into military uniform by bloody imperialism. The German is the enemy. Kill the German! Take revenge! Save! We will win! These slogans of oral Soviet propaganda, expressing the olfactory meanings of survival, were extremely effective, since they removed the disturbing (fear) and brought to life the necessary: the blind muscular rage did not see the visual bogeymen, did not perceive them.
I go out into a clean field, my life is wholehearted before me …
The Russian army also had its own special medicine against fear - a ditty. Born in a village life, helping in suffering, and in a fight, and in love, the ditty, a faithful military friend, accompanied the Russian soldier on the battlefields. After the fight, at the halt, it was a special relief to hear the sounds of the native accordion.
From frosty cars
The people walked as if on fire.
And who cares
Who plays, whose accordion.
(A. T. Tvardovsky. Vasily Tyorkin)
Those who have lived or been in a real village will never forget the special emotional mood that arises in the evenings. The day's suffering is over, it's time to rest, people slowly, in pairs and groups go out for a party. The "sighs" of the accordion are heard from afar. The most vociferous accordion gathers the most people, the funniest and loud-voiced accordion player is the first guy in the village. His famously wrinkled cap with a bright flower and curly forelock are the cause of frank girlish sufferings and secret woman's sighs about the beloved "fly-in":
Play louder
Sing along with the hunters!
We'll sit down in the evening, The accordion player is whose flight.
The accordion player in the village is not only an enviable groom himself. With dashing oral ditties, he actively "incites" young fellow villagers to flirt. The indecisiveness of the villagers evaporates under the onslaught of an obscene word, often not quite decent, but by no means from the word “fence”, but from “take away, seize”, when the spirit is captured by earthly passion and blood boils in veins. Under an accordion and under a ditty, it's easier for a muscular guy to hug a girl. Fun! The accordion player throws jokes, and the girls are bold too. The most militant and loud-throated flies into a circle:
I gave a sweetheart
Sitting on a bench.
Do not think bad -
I gave seeds. Oh!..
IT'S NICE ABOUT US TO SCARE …
A village ditty, this bunch of powerful and daring urethral-muscular energy of the people, expressed by an accurate and accessible oral word, carried not only an entertainment function. She had a more important task. At the level of the mental unconscious, the oral word, expressed by a ditty, supported childbearing in the muscle population that provided demography. During the war, when the peoples of Russia were under the threat of complete annihilation, the ditty forged Victory along with tanks and "Katyushas", she raised to the attack, killing fear, softening the souls of the soldiers on vacation.
You can live without food for a day, More is possible, but sometimes
In one minute's war
Do not live without a joke, The most unwise jokes.
(A. T. Tvardovsky. Vasily Tyorkin)
“The wisest joke” pierced the extra visual cultural layer of anti-killing in the war, destroyed fear, transferring the mental unconscious into a state of basic animal essence, blind muscle rage, when there is no fear of death, but there is a necessity, inevitability for the sake of saving the life of the pack.
We will drive to Berlin
Nemchura pot-bellied, There is no need to scare us, We're too frightened!
A shot rang out behind the village
Fog went down the river.
You get away with the first bullet -
This is, hell, not a chieftain!
I WAS BORN A HOOLIGAN, A HOOLIGAN AND DEAD …
There are many ditties about the ataman, for a fight. Some of them clearly show the structural elements of the systemic pack - the leader and the urethral growth around him. Chastooshkas are sung to the accompaniment of a fight only in male voices. The soldiers threaten the enemy with "canes" - sharpened iron rods, the favorite weapon not only of the rural muscular army, but also of the city mob, carrying the same muscle intolerance towards strangers (Arbat against the Pokrovsky and together against Presnya). Any gang like a mountain for their ataman-bully and expresses complete unity with him:
Ataman walks along the coast, And after him teenagers.
Who will hurt the chieftain, The canes sparkle.
A portrait of a short urethral "falcon" is clearly conveyed in a ditty:
I danced, stomped, summoned the falcon.
Here is such a falcon, short growth.
The first guys in the village, oral accordionists, and in the trenches did not part with their favorite talians and three-rowers. Daring girls-"fighters" were next to their "drollets". "Tverskaya buza" and combat "Pskopskie skrapari", Vologda, Ural ditties under the fight carried faithful service in the ranks of the soldiers, raised to battle, killed fear. Prolonged "Saratov sufferings" softened the souls of the fighters at a halt.
They say that it is fighting
And really a fighter.
I'm not the only one fighting
Fighting and drolechka!
WE ARE NOT GETTING AWAY, WE ARE NOT TO CHOOSE GIRLS …
Often Russian soldiers with ditties went to psychic attack on the enemy. From the sight of the unhurriedly walking and shouting ditties with a dance of abnormal Russians, from their beautiful girls waving handkerchiefs and singing about how "the damned Germans imposed themselves to fight" (further unprintable), the Germans rushed scatteringly. As if to meet the uninvited newcomers from a strange village, which our girls are eager for, Russian fighters with an obscene ditty and a whistle walked sedately on their land, and in their pockets weights and sticks - to harass the uninvited "guests".
Ataman green cap
I put it on the ground
He took a knife out of his pocket
And he said: "We will not run!"
From the left flank rushed "Ural combat" ditty, from the right - "Pskopskaya" for a fight or "brace", in the center "Tverskaya buza". At the same time, the fighters issued a characteristic hum, terrifying the regular units of the enemy. Muscular mooing "we-s-s!" was incomprehensible to individual skin vanity. The urethral willingness to give his life for the flock did not match the egoistic skin desire to appropriate someone else's.
They wanted to beat us, were going to cut.
And we ourselves, and ourselves
they were waiting for that.
DAMNED YOU, GERMAN, APPLIED A LOT OF A POT …
The war ended, they returned home crippled, the dead did not return. The folk ditty again took up its direct business - patching up the demographic hole, promoting the birth of new children. Having grieved that
Oh, war, you are whole sea
Grief brought us -
She ruined the best boys
She left us a drop
the oral ditty delivers its verdict of the post-war period: not to turn away from the "knockout", to take ejaculate from him due to shortages, to restore demography.
Do not reject, girls, the wounded, No need to reject.
They are for us, for our Motherland
We went to fight.
And they weren't rejected. They loved them, legless, armless, shell-shocked, gave birth and loved them again, composed new songs and ditties. The time has come for peace, which we, as the most natural and inalienable good, still enjoy. What developments in the psychic did the war bring us? What can we counter the increasingly sophisticated psychic attacks of our enemies? The training "System-vector psychology" by Yuri Burlan helps to find answers to these questions - a pass into the unconscious for everyone who is not indifferent to the fate of the world and man.
