You go to the Internet in the morning - everyone is collecting for something. Feminist Bella Rapoport - for the treatment of her cat, the services of a psychotherapist and a course in writing. Blogger Lilit Mazikina - because of depression she has no strength to work. The artist Lena Heidis was ill with covid and opened a fundraiser to support the spirit and maintain a YouTube channel. Lawyer Pavel Smolyak - to maintain a channel in Telegram with 2,800 subscribers. And earlier they had already collected: Yulia Aug - to pay off debts, Bozena Rynskaya - to court with a secular diva and a tombstone for Malashenko, Anna Levchenko - to rent a house and pay a salary in a public, God forgive, organization. A young director has just collected for my mother's funeral. The House with a Lighthouse Hospice opened a collection for a wheelchair for a girl in a coma, whose family had previously raised one and a half hundred million for a Zolgensma injection, but did not do it because of contraindications. The Moscow presenter, forgot the name, picked up a dog and asks to be transferred for food, anthelmintic and overexposure. Funk psychologists Rachel and Trickster Trope were raising money because after a hypertensive crisis, one of them needed to "come to her senses." Journalist Tatyana Nikonova collected a textbook on sex education, but for four years it has not been released. After Nikonova's death, they began to collect again for ... the disposal of sex toys that had been preserved at her home!
On my Facebook feed, I have endless fees every day. As soon as a person gets into any extravagant or unpleasant situation, he opens the collection. Did you find a kitten? Give me money, the kitten eats a lot. Get beat up on the subway? I ask you to chip in for the treatment of a bruise. Aunt died - here is my card!
It is already a good tradition to announce a collection in honor of the funeral in the family. How did we get buried? And is it really so expensive now that a Moscow family, without the help of the inhabitants of Voronezh, can only wrap their late grandmother in a sheet and put it in a wooden box? Why, if medicines for covid are given for free, then everyone around is collected for treatment? Why is it generally collected for the treatment of many diseases that we can safely treat according to compulsory medical insurance? Right now, in my friend feed, they are collecting food for a gluten intolerance test and food in the surgical department, where a person ended up after a skating rink.
I once had a case: I became ill. They brought it, let's say, on the Internet. My husband got angry at all this boorish public and wrote that I had a heart attack. And our family began to offer money! Even a well-known journalist and a whole charitable foundation offered to help with the fundraiser! And I only incurred all the costs that a taxi from the hospital after an ambulance and a paid ultrasound of the heart, because then a new wave was growing, I didn’t want to go to the doctors again after the pressure surge when my turn came up. Pills for hypertension cost 300 rubles, and even then I did not have to take them.
When in Russia, in the form of the beginnings of a civil society, movements of animal rights activists, search teams and funds to help the seriously ill, the fees were perceived as a new tax. In fact, these people were doing what the state should be doing. The sick need to be treated, it is difficult to live among homeless animals, someone has to look for missing people. We all quickly got used to the fact that these duties of the state were taken over by grassroots civil society. All decent people have signed up for at least two or even three regular donation subscriptions. If not a subscription, then transfer 50 rubles via SMS from a pension. It has become the norm in our lives.
I don't know at what exact moment something went wrong. When charity and all these tear-squeezing fees turned from a new tax into a kind of extortion, and then completely into a national character trait. Everything was fine: the children were somehow treated, the animals were caught, the state was slowly tearing away hard-earned money from itself for all this. And then all of a sudden it broke. Cats and dogs filled everything, it turned out that as soon as a cat was picked up on the street, he immediately fell ill with everything and required expensive treatment. They started collecting money for dog food in shelters through Facebook advertising, although how much can a dog eat? It was impossible to open the Internet so that the heart would not stop: they just didn’t pick up anyone. Photos began to be made more pitiful, so that the heart of the terminator trembled.It’s even worse with children: photographs of the most helpless, the most difficult were slowly dumped on us ... Ten years ago, no one could have imagined that it was possible to post a naked photo of a profoundly disabled person just because they served him more. There were demonstrations of wounds, open seams, congenital mutilations. A man with a hernia on half of his stomach. A woman with an open melanoma on her face. A teenager connected to five tubes and weighing 15 kilos. His sister with bloody diarrhea. Scarier, harder, bloodier! No, even worse! So that the blood in the veins freezes, because otherwise no one will give money. Why is the hernia not cut out in the direction of the clinic? Where has it been seen that in Russia they walked the streets right with an opened tumor? Why is a child collected for treatment in Korea if doctors from three countries have already recognized him as a palliative patient?
Because people have money. You just need to be able to lure them out now. Just like that, people no longer send, they were stunned and blinded by many years of ever-growing hopeless grief, when they demanded help from every iron, from every post. The last blow was massive collections for a cure for SMA, when one child needed an average of 150 million rubles: money was not collected from the population, but kicked out. In many cases, they disappeared, the children did not receive medicine, there are no reports ... And what about the people? He can't seem to get over the pictures of babies with an endotracheal tube in their throats. The people are depressed, demoralized, they themselves live hard, and then even more grief is dumped on them. As if they put a basin on the head and hammer on it with a mallet: “Give me money! Give me money! Give me money!".
And the people give. There is no other way I can explain the ease with which our people part with money to erect a monument to a late millionaire or pay for a psychotherapist for a feminist. Well, or what, for example, drives an average person from Syktyvkar when he sends money to a Muscovite with a salary of 200 thousand for the treatment of her cat? This is the behavior of a stunned one. A person feels himself in a room of fear, where every glass is full of dogs without eyes, children without arms, aunts dying in agony, raped girls, tortured, crippled boys. Everyone is screaming and asking for money.
Previously, people gave, because they really collected for the most difficult cases. V
n the mid-2010s, it became clear that charity turned into a market, and scammers flooded into it, and life is not enough to deal with everyone, and a person began to give in order to feel right, good.
As in the 90s: a beggar on the sidewalk slipped a ten and you go on satisfied, of course, your mother brought up such a sympathetic! And what about the children that are wrapped in rags, where do they get them, how do they chip them so that they sleep for days? A person's life is too short to think about it: you filed - and you run satisfied, not all of them are deceivers - they will fall to someone suffering.
It is clear that with these cats it is already absurd, children in a coma do not need to travel, and the parents of some SMA patients have the faces of desperate swindlers and there is no transparent reporting ... But the layman cannot check everyone. He has 100 rubles. and wants to be proud of himself for his willingness to give them to another.
It was. And now it seems people are sending money because they are deafened and disoriented. If millions cannot tell the real sick from the social parasite, then they are confused. With such, you can do anything, under heavy fire of someone else's grief - give! give! give! - they have lost the ability to think at the sight of another disabled or dying patient. Give? Give. Just so you don't go crazy.
It has long ceased to wonder why patients in the terminal stage of cancer are taken abroad. What are cancer patients who are being treated under compulsory medical insurance collected for, why do they need money. Why did they collect 160 million rubles for Zolgensma medicine for a child on a ventilator, if the instructions say that it is not given to those who are on a ventilator all the time. Why does it cost us 2,000 rubles to treat a dog with piroplasmosis, and 40,000 for shelter volunteers? This “pirik”, as they call it, once almost brought me to the second attack: last summer our alabaika caught piroplasmosis from a tick. I remembered the endless soul-exhausting contributions to "piroplasmosis" from animal rights activists and thought that we would now be stripped and undressed in the clinic. But we spent 1,900 rubles on all medicines and tests. It was at zoo camps that I first realized that something had gone wrong in the country: I have a lot of animals, and I know how much treatment costs. And what looks very doubtful is a journalist from the Moscow radio, collecting money to put in order a selected mongrel. Until recently, I thought that soon at least this uncontrolled money traffic would be blocked: if people don’t figure out what’s wrong, then at least they will stop responding to photos of homeless animals, because there are advertisements for these shelters everywhere, of which a significant part are non-existent or are kept by exaltants .And, you know, people really stopped responding. If you hit one place for a long time, it becomes numb. But the beatings didn't stop. Now they began to collect for hospices for animals. It’s not just street cats and homeless dirty dogs that have appeared in my feed - I see dogs without paws, foxes with flayed skins, cats with decaying muzzles. Now they collect on them, the degree is raised, everyone is red-hot, they no longer serve a simple clean dog left without a home. A cat with a tumor in half of the body can be filed. And they will not ask: why does this cat need a hospice, if there is euthanasia?
Also with people. Already dying children have gone. And again - “Give! Give! Give!". And why do you need a staff of dozens of people and New Year's decorations for 30 thousand in a 15-bed hospice? And why do hospices dispense with fees in so many regions?
On dying people still unfasten. Unless, of course, to photograph the doomed child is more terrible. To straighten the blood in the veins. No one will figure out how many children there are, how many beds, why does a dying man in a coma need to travel ...
And as soon as they stopped delving into it, the rest fell down: on the aunt, on depression, to treat the cat's ears. People seem to have forgotten how many of these ears a cat has, what needs to be collected for treatment on Facebook and still can not be collected.
They were followed by professional philanthropists with salaries of many hundred thousand. Everyone is inflamed, irritated, there is no one to stop and think. And I don’t want to, to be honest: there is only one life, you won’t shame everyone.
We are a poor country, yes. In the sense that we have a lot of poor people. But here's the thing: the frankly poor do not collect money from us. Collect smart. Who understood that people are completely stunned by all these fees and give money without looking. Not all of them are scammers: there are honest people who honestly admit that they just want money.
We are also an amazing country: there is no money, no one trusts each other, but someone sends money for other people's aunts and treatment for depression.
The author expresses his personal opinion, which may not coincide with the editorial position.
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