In reality one can say that I am fully a product of Brezhnev’s stagnation. I consider that Brezhnev’s stagnation years were the years of maturing for many of us, or it was a good period for my generation to mature; when you could clearly see how rotten was your government, when you could clearly see… It was not only Brezhnev’s dementia. That was the time when in general the Politburo and its actions, its decisions were inappropriate, and it made you think about the place you lived in. We were all… Of course there were people who were different, but our political interests, our main satisfaction was mocking, the sarcasm, ‘where do we live? What characters do we interact with? Where are the decisions made?’ Those things often became jokes, and we often understood each other through jokes, like in a couple of words we knew what it was about, we knew where we were getting to.
By the way, something important happened in those years. Maybe a minor thing, but important for me. When I moved to Moscow (I was studying in Leningrad then I transferred to Moscow for my Ph.D. s) I brought with me, at that time it was a common thing, there were no photocopies yet, but we called it samizdat, so, I brought Bulgakov’s “Master and Margarita” with me. To this date there is no way for me to understand why it was banned. I tried to understand it in all possible ways, but even the fact that the issue could get to such a degree of absurdity was already a topic for our jokes. Anyway, I bought a banned book. And of course in the university dorms everyone read it, it went from hand to hand. Then the KGB was either informed by someone, or they found it in the hands of one of our guys. Well, they came to his room, opened it, saw the book and took him with them. He was freed on the same day, but the main question was ‘where did the book come from?’ He informed us that he was caught and that he had told them that he found the book on the windowsill in the lobby and took it for reading. Of course, no one believed him. So, they questioned him 7 or 8 times, and they always asked the same questions and received the same answers. This is a very good illustration to understand the absurdity of the situation in which the matter of a Philosophy PhD student reading Bulgakov’s “Master and Margarita” is a topic for KGB. This Brezhnev period, this period of stagnation, contained in itself all the nonsense of the country we lived in. I’m not even mentioning that during the time of flourishing socialism, during the stagnation period, PhD. students were sending condensed milk and sausage by train to their families. So, this was a country flourishing in socialism, where there were people queuing for sausage and condensed milk, and you couldn’t even find butter. Let me tell you that Armenia didn’t have this problem that much. I am talking about Russia itself, where it was enough to go 200 kms away from Moscow and there was nothing, even dairy products weren’t available. And we all were already used to it, it was just a joke. It was a real tragedy, but we were joking. Probably also because we already knew that there were dissident movements in the USSR, and we also knew that people had been arrested and exiled in Armenia, we also knew about Zatikyan’s case in Moscow’s metro. Yet, all this, at least in my circles, at least to my knowledge, all these were real things, where some heroes were trying to find some solutions. In this huge empire, where we thought that every second person worked for the KGB, we also asked each other, for example if there were five of us gathered, we would ask each other to confess who worked for the KGB, because we were sure that there would be one from the KGB. We lived in a country where we accepted that we lived under the total KGB [control], and it was always dangerous for everyone. But because the danger was always there, you could not eat, raise a child, study or do other things if you constantly had that feeling, and in the presence of that danger we organized our lives by escaping to ourselves.