Lord, pinch me!

The first thing that catches your eye when letting the hall is the door behind Judge Syrova. It has a large sign: “Danilkin Victor Nikolaevich. Federal judge. " The name of a person who has become a symbol of Russian non -legislation sets the desired mood. The second impression is convial girls guarding a glass cage with defendants. The whole process is chewing chewing gum. They look towards the prisoners with stupid gloomy, but when they turn to the bailiffs, brightly painted lips blur in flirty smiles. It seems that in their heads they have a primitive analog scheme. Tumbler's turn is enemies. Turn on the gloom. Tumbler's turn - men. Turn on the chicks. The contrast with girls in the cage is striking.

Two Russia

Here they are very close, a pair of meters from each other - peers, Russians, Muscovites, but there is an abyss between them. Later, Katya Samutsevich’s father will say that two Russia collided here. One speaks English well, studies at Moscow State University and Rodchenko’s school, Andrea Dvorkin is inspired, punk culture and Bikini Kill, the other is much more numerous-he listens to Vaenga, watches TV and votes for the one whose name cannot be pronounced in court. These two Russia, coexisting in one space, practically do not intersect. The action in XXS is the invasion of small Russia into the territory of the number in a desperate impulse to change the balance of power. It is not surprising that now those who are more are judged by a handful of crazy rebels.

From the side it seems that the brightest among girls in the cage is Tolokonnikov. But in court it turns out that in close combat is stronger than Alekhin. She tenaciously and accurately, often ahead of lawyers, reacts to the lawlessness of the judge. The meeting begins with her statement: “Your honor! I have a petition for the allotment ... you. ” This action is repeated from day to day. And each time, having consulted (with himself), the judge rejects the petition for the withdrawal (himself). Well, welcome to the process. With the Roman of the same name, Kafka is akin to this court, first of all, the lack of the subject of the proceedings: crimes. A meaninglessly businesslike discussion of what is not, introduces into a trance state. The judge from the elevation reads the material attached to the investigation to the case: "Persons who blaspheme and slander God and the Church cause a great, sometimes irreparable harm to themselves, condemning their souls into eternal flour." And is it already incomprehensible whether the mantle has a judge or a cassock? Church or secular court? And who is judged: Jordano Bruno or three young Muscovites?

Vertical…

In fact, all this Basman and Haman Justice inherits not the Inquisition, but to the Soviet courts, who was managed from the Politburo. Putin's vertical restored the direct subordination of the judge to the will of the authorities. At Syrova, the chief Danilkin. Danilkin has Egorova. Egorova has someone else. And so on up to whose name cannot be pronounced in court. And the main thing here is not to judge the parties, but it is true to catch the signal from above. Andrey Amalric * * Andrey Amalric - Soviet dissident and publicist. He was arrested twice, in 1965 and 1970, he served three and four years of links in Magadan, in 1976 he was forced to leave the country. He wrote in the 70s, but it seems as if last week: “In Soviet political processes there is a surreal element-terrible and comic: the accused, investigator, lawyer, prosecutor and judge, it is completely clear that everything except the details has already been decided in advance, something can change only repentance and betrayal, and not at all the legal evidence or unproven evidence, they are still trying to observe. prescribed legal procedures, as if participating in a strange parody of the present investigation and court. ”

... and horizontal

But unlike the Soviet, the current court is emotional. Lawyers meet the judge’s decision with cries "Brad!" And in general they behave highly at ease. They say “dear judge”, but it is clear that they do not respect her at all, just as the judge with a frozen grimace of disgust frankly does not respect the defense, the defendants, and, in fact, the court itself. The hall also does not respect this court and clearly sympathizes with the defendants; Among the audience is about a third - foreigners. Showing in the direction of a modest uncle with a portfolio, Tolokonnikova’s husband Peter Verzilov says: “And here he is ...” - “Who?” - “The State Department. Not the first time they come - they are very interested. ” Verzilov is a brilliant promoter. Largely thanks to his efforts about Pussy Riot, the whole world now knows. He is collected in court and does not lose a minute: on his knees - a laptop, on the table - a microphone. It seems to be a transcript. I have never seen Verzilov to look at his wife - no pink snot, but that evening he spoke on CNN, where he completely outplayed the Prochrevsky political scientist Migranan to argue and the quality of English.

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There is nothing more sickening than a mixture of a godless scoop and religious obscurantism

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An hour later, including the court officers, they were kicked out into the street: someone called and said that a bomb was laid in the building. On the street, spectators are discussing ZhZh-user Motilda Sigismundovna Ivashchenko * * Interview with Motilda Ivashchenko Read on www.newtimes.ru .. Someone shows her page on the iPad. In the "interests" - cut off heads, burned corpses, nietzsche, fascism. The girl studied with Alekhina, but personally did not know her - they were just a couple of times in one company. I heard her said that she stealed in stores and does not consider it a crime. With this sensational exposure, Ivashchenko came to the investigator; Amazingly, her testimony was introduced to the case. On the street, she stands nearby - a modest girl with glasses, she would never say that she was interested in cut off her heads. Finally, everyone is launched back - they did not find a bomb. Later it turns out that the defendants were not withdrawn from the building during the searches.

Laughter and tears

The prosecutor, whitish small with the face of the Komsomol, is conducting the interrogation of father Katya Samutsevich . A very intelligent techist: “The daughter was brought up in the traditions of Russian Orthodox culture. Icons always hung in our house ” * * Interview with Stanislav Samutsevich Read on www.newtimes.ru .. Father Katya, on the investigation, believed that his testimony would facilitate the fate of her daughter, and said about how Katya changed under Tolokonnikova’s influence: he was a spinning girl, and became harsh, rude and untidy. Feminist, word. Now he denies all this, but the prosecutor easily put him to the wall. The question of the day sounds: “Did your daughter have met at the Radchenkov school (as the prosecutor. - The New Times) with such representatives of the so -called contemporary art as artists Oleg Kulik and Ekaterina Dragon?” Several advanced audience can not stand it and jump into a voice. They are immediately taken out. The bailiff growls: “I will delete for laughter without warning. Like in the circus, e ... ”The neighbor whispers:“ Danilkin forbade laughter. ” Sounds ominous.

"In your opinion, is the expression" the shit of the Lord? " - asks the prosecutor of everyone in a row, including Father Samutsevich.

In my opinion, Andrei Kuraev already explained everything about this expression ...

"Do you know that he is not a priest, but a deacon?" - Suddenly, the lawyer of the victims Pavlov’s vote.

“Protodeacon,” the lawyer of the defendants Volkov retorts. ... Lord, pinch me. This bad parody of Sorokin cannot be true. When the time comes to call Ivashchenko’s witness and the journalists, in anticipation of the farce, take his eyes off the laptops, it turns out that Motilda Sigismundovna disappeared. She ran out to look for the prosecutor and assistant to the judge, but she was not found. After the break, the story repeated. Ivashchenko was found, brought, left behind the door - according to the rules, the witness has no right to sit at the meeting, but when they called, she again escaped. While the whole court was looking for her, the lawyers of the defendants demanded that they allow the defense witnesses to act. The writer Ulitskaya, Islamic theologian Heydar Dzhemal, the artist Osmolovsky was waiting for the door. The judge refused to listen to them.

Tails for sauce

In the next break I go down to the dining room. Classic Soviet menu. Pies with cabbage, egg under mayonnaise with peas, compote. Suddenly I hear: "Bon appetit, Victor Nikolaevich!" I turn around and see a low person with glasses, pulling my head into the shoulders. On the tray, he has cigarettes with pasta. Sits down at a special judicial table. It is covered with the same nostalgic oilcloth as the rest of the tables, but is fenced off from the hall with a chiffoner with mineral bottles. A man with ties is Judge Danilkin himself.

When the cheese moved to the introduction of paper evidence, I escaped. I can’t imagine how the defendants can withstand this. I never heard the main argument of the prosecution: the 62nd rule of Trull's Cathedral of the VII century. It is interesting how the prosecutor coped with him, who stubbornly called the salt "straw." On the one hand, it's funny. Danilkin was not by chance forbidden laughter - so that what was happening here at least externally resembled court. On the other hand, there is nothing more sickening than a mixture of a godless scoop and religious obscurantism. And the phrase “The Holy Srani”, which sounded the whole day from the mouth of the judge and the prosecutor, perfectly accurately describes everything that happens in this process. However, not only on it.