Forember Pervomaiskaya

Life is changing rapidly. Soon, apparently, the mania of greatness will develop, and I will not be surprised if that is the secret plan of Russian neo -Nazis. As everything was just before at the ultra -right rallies: you come, observe, write. Neither the self -identification crisis (observer? Journalist? Participant?), Nor fussy running around throughout Moscow.

Now, not only has to choose which of the competing characters to observe, it happens, you will come to the event, and you, as a native one, throw with a wide smile any of the clients with the cry of "Galina, how are we happy to see!"

The current May Day was no exception. But when today the marching in front of Ostankin chanted "Glory to Galina Kozhevnikova!", It became clear that this was no longer a farce.

But about everything in order.

I had a clear plan: first at Red Presnya, look at the "Slavic Union" and DPNI. And then, if I have time, at VDNH, to the "Russian image". It was easy to plan: the former stood, the latter went. So, in the first case, everything would end sooner. I managed to go there and there.

A 200-250 man gathered on Krasnaya Presnya. The faces are all the same: the “Slavic Union” (Demushkin was not even immediately recognized as a red -heated beard), DPNI (without Belov, but with Tor and, it seems, with Basmanov), “Memory” with Borovikov and the Borovenos (as it turned out later, alternative to Simonovich). As an honorary observer was Andrei Savelyev, as a “heroine” - Svetlana Avvakumova (if I could correctly identify the market justified in the case).

What amazed - a large number of children. Moreover, who came not with their parents, namely independent participants. The meel is 10-12 years old, quite in masks and scarves.

They could not deal with flags in any way - they raised, then lowered, then removed and thrown over the shoulders, then put on the poles again. But as a result, the prepared inventory was not all distributed, and imperial tricolors, which our characters cannot learn to put on properly, sadly lay on the side of the proudly turning granite, but still red, flag of the sculpture under which they rallied.

However, the beginning of this "holiday" I never waited, I went to the procession, frankly, expecting at best to catch up with a column of "marchists" running. On the way, I thought that now, Demushkin, the authorities refused to march at VDNH under the pretext that the monorail would fall on him. And these, apparently, are so disgusting that even a monorail repulses.

She arrived in a breath and in amazement saw that at two o’clock they were still standing in place as nice. Moreover, the majority are in black, including tightly masking masks-kaphushons. In the sun, the sight was alarming: it was thought that for an hour it has been standing. A little more - they will start fainting from thermal blows.

Of course, at first glance it was clear that there were more people here than on Presnya (walking under chants, of course, more fun than to stand and listen), but not much. Since they stood in strict columns, and at first they were not stretched out, it was easy to count - 350 people, plus or minus two dozen. Taratorin ("Russian image") then approached and was already choked with indignation, hearing my estimate of the number, but, like on Presnya, I thought actually on my heads. Here, of course, it was more surprisingly, since some completely new groups were declared, in addition to well-known ones. There were many completely incomprehensible flags, but the "Russian image" steamed everyone. There were also banners here, but, like on Presnya, without banners, and with large flags (after all, there is something especially cynical in the borels marching under Psalms on May Day). Taratororin, Alexey Mikhailov and Alla Gorbunova (two - Russian DPNI), the noticeably molested Evgeny Valyaev with his eternal partner, whose name I constantly forget, and Yuri Agechev (SPC) were identified.

We went only at the beginning of the third. Explicitly crushed, shouted little and not very actively. But there were last year's "green drummers", which at least set the rhythm march. There was no drive, and that is why the young man, who introduced himself to Dmitry from the "Russian image", instead of taking off the column, shot me almost half the way, all with the same refrain "How I am happy to see you!"

Two things struck. Firstly, throughout almost the entire path I have not seen a single Nazi salute. They began to throw the Ziga already at the very approach to Ostankin, and immediately along the columns the organizers ran shouting "immediately stop! Lower their hands!". Secondly, the police. There was no inspection, there were no ringlets and verification of bags. The column passed, turned to the television center. It was then that Straight Edge began to chant my glory, and ... that was all over. There was no rally, the absorbing crowd laid flags at the feet of Mikhailov and Taratorin and, already without any police escort, went towards the subway.

And what was it?