From Russia With Lies
By ELENA GOROKHOVA
Published: October 21, 2011
Vranyo is a Russian word for lying a special form of lying. I learned of it in a Leningrad nursery school from Aunt Polya, who was in charge of the kitchen and who wasnt really my aunt.
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When I recently opened The New York Times and saw
Vladimir Putin soon to become, once again, Russias president
walking out of the Black Sea with two nearly intact ancient amphorae in his hands, the
vranyo alarm went off. I immediately thought of Boris, who 38 years earlier dove to 75 feet, only to emerge with small amphora shards broken pieces of necks and handles that archaeologists working nearby offered to buy for a gallon of local wine. At the time we both wanted the wine, but somehow our respect for history prevailed, and the amphora shards sat on a shelf in my apartment in Leningrad for many years.
So how was Putin able to find these artifacts? In the picture he wears a wet suit and an oxygen mask as if he had gone to great depths. But why did the amphorae, which had presumably been sitting under water for 2,600 years, look so clean?
The smell of
vranyo was so strong I had to put down the paper. I was sure that thousands of Russians were smirking in recognition of the old pretending game: Putin was lying to us, we knew he was lying, he knew we knew he was lying, but he kept lying anyway, and we pretended to believe him. It was clear he couldnt have found the ceramic jugs on his Black Sea dive. Numerous archaeological expeditions had been searching for these artifacts for decades. Even if there were still a few left to be discovered, what were the chances of the 59-year-old prime minister diving to the murky depths of millennial history?
But then it occurred to me that a great number of Putins constituents were born during or after Perestroika. They were never forced to march in an October Revolution Day parade. They didnt grow up with only two major newspapers, The Truth and The News, or know the standard joke that there is no news in The Truth and no truth in The News. They never had an Aunt Polya to teach them about
vranyo. While I envy this uncommunist generation, I do see one deficiency: They have lost the ability to detect a lie.
A week later, The Times
reported that the Putin Black Sea dive was a setup. The ancient amphorae had been found during an archaeological dig and placed in six feet of water. Putin didnt need a wet suit. All he needed to do was bend down, wrap his fingers around the handles and look into the camera.
Did those young Russians who never learned about
vranyo believe in the Putin who waded out of the sea, clutching history? Did they see him as a hero? The picture had everything to make our hearts flutter with patriotic pride: a strongman defying time and human limitations. My own heart warmed not to Putin but to the photographs Black Sea backdrop. It made me pine for my youth, for the Crimea and for blue-eyed Boris.