For criticism or for criticism?

Certain people, aware of the full responsibility of their work, have set out to penetrate the essence of literary phenomena, patiently traversing the entire uneven surface of our literature, have studied it and continue to study it in full publicity. Personally, I deeply respect the activities of these literary critics and they cover my concepts of literary criticism. It is true that they are few, but at the same time this difficult work, which requires an extremely strong burning of thought, could be done by anyone. I do not understand the desires of some of our publications to talk more and more about literary criticism, and we even witness how huge spaces of these publications are taken up by disputes about whether it has a place or not, whether it takes good care of its work or only speaks kind words, whether it is able to fulfill its tasks, etc., etc.; as if someone has taken away its rights or does not want to recognize its merits. It is unsympathetic - I think - when someone is particularly insistent on having something acknowledged. At least this work is a frivolous occupation for serious people. There is a natural dislike and irritability for certain remarks in the work of this or that writer, personal considerations have accumulated and alienated the assessment of writers and books. It seems to me that no amount of effort will be able to bring people who have long since become strangers to each other face to face. A section of literary criticism also complains that it was not loved by writers. There are simple laws of human reciprocity and it is best if we do not complain. The work of the writer and the work of the literary critic is purely male work and I do not understand what explanation of love should exist where male sweat is boiling! Since we are talking about literary criticism, I cannot help but mention another group that I personally believe has nothing to do with literary criticism, but rather has leaned towards it and complains most about demanding recognition. Unfortunately, this dusty group argues more about the dust that it has raised for itself. I notice in it boys with whom our sideburns began to grow together, then they studied on state scholarships here or abroad and accumulated a lot of knowledge, but their manifestations are devoid of impetuosity of thought; they too early began to seek the protection of this or that broad back, of this or that significant face, they became voluntary squires, without realizing clearly enough that the sword of fate is carried by ordinary people. It is unpleasant to watch the frivolous waving of these squires, forgetting that we live in complete publicity. It's unpleasant to give advice, but I would say: let's learn to shave our own sideburns before shaving other people's beards. I wouldn't mention this group if it hadn't struck me that it is spreading more and more, gaining more and more territory, in order to fill, according to some, a concomitant void. If there is a hole somewhere, let it remain a hole, instead of filling it with cotton wool.