The clinical psychology and culture is a quite unexpected sphere for me. According to a philosophical viewpoint, there are two types of research-based knowledge. So-called natural sciences keep to the following position: “What is true in Sydney must be true in Shanghai, Singapore or elsewhere in the world”. From the other hand, arts or humanities tend to be bound to local and national conditions, without which they either lose their sense of existence or this sense gets seriously deteriorated. Intuitively, everything about the medicine is associated with sciences. Maybe, it’s really so in most of its branches. But, as regards healing a human soul the medicine feels tight in the framework of sciences. Almost every article I’ve read about this issue refer to the treatment of depression. So, depending on the type of culture, some of the manifestations of the disease may be considered subject to treatment or otherwise. I read with interest about Russians as the patients or customers for psychological or psychiatric treatment. In terms of the loads of works about the specifics of Russian and other East Slavic minds, it is only beating about the bush. However, the question of the cultural specificity of the depression allows us to include to our research even more interesting complexes. In our land they often drink in response to a grief. And the grief must be the result of somebody else’s scheming. I used to write much about intelligentsia. However, this group of people can’t be prototyped by Dostoyevsky’s Raskolnikov with his ax and motto “am I a trembling creature or whether I have the right”. Neither can it be confined to Bolsheviks making revolution out of their feeling of inferiority. Intelligentsia includes also alcoholic intellectuals drinking vodka to sooth the pain of their unrecognized worth. The traditional question whether the drinker or the one who made him become a drinker is to blame makes no sense in this cultural format. Unlike the European cultural tradition that makes a person fully responsible for his or her own fate, we’ve been taught for centuries to be “trembling creatures”. Hence, we can trace the strong thirst of recognition and the splitting pain of understanding a personal insignificance. Immerse you grief to vodka is one of the cultural scripts of East Slavonic alcoholism. And this can’t be fully described by one manual on psychiatrical disorder.