Mine March 5

The people increased, the Limonovites approached, someone was screwed and dragged into a car Zak (isn't Limonov himself?)-in general, it became more alive. The cops began to proclaim something like “pedestrians' citizens, do not bother pedestrians”, then the astronauts began to push the citizens of pedestrians, as is usually done on the triumphal, persistently offering to go to the subway. Some journalists jumped up to me with a microphone, it seems, from the German 1st channel, and while I reasoned before them that the elections would be illegitimate even without “carousels” and falsifications (for what kind of elections that the main candidate personally were taken to?) And that it is time to move on to the shares of civil disobedience,-a column of cops appeared, which detonated me into me. A group of journalists from the main forces of the protesters - they found themselves on the other side of the column, at the fence separating the construction on the corner of the Malo Cherkassky. It was annoying, especially since ours have already begun to chant. Finally reunited with them. I look - Nikitin hangs on the fence and chants: “Russia without Putin! Putin will be executed! " I joined, clinging to the fence.

It was then that Vintilovo began. I was torn by the fence with my hair with pokes, after which I was carried by the hands, by my legs, they carried it to the car carrier. They dragged into a car gut - I clung to the handrail at the door, and try to tear off. Meanwhile, they bring new ones, mat: “So your mother, four men cannot cope with one woman!” After that, the face of the “woman” appears in front of me - it turns out Nizovkin. I was somewhat surprised: "Why, you were swore earlier!" Clutching each other, for some time we completely blocked the entrance, until the Nizovkin was finally torn off and threw it on the seat, and two or three riot police fell on it and kept it all the way, clinging to the seat. I remained to hold on to the handrail at the entrance and, taking a moment, even jumped out of the autosak and shouted several times “Putin will be executed”! According to the placement, they decided not to bother back, dragging me into the prison room, but chained me to the handrail - and rode. Along the way, I found that in the process of Vintilov he lost his hat and scarf (Parisian scarf, a gift from Countess Uvarova - sorry); Moreover, he almost lost the phone, but he was handed over from the prison department through the window - it turned out, Ira Kalmykova picked up, thanks to her.

We went to the Office of Zamoskovorechye, but since the driver did not know, they circled for quite some time and finally almost through the Moscow Ring Road to Pyatnitskaya. Meanwhile, we agreed: not to cooperate with the cops, not to give data, etc. Finally we arrived at the place, the riot police approaches with the keys: "Turn your hand, I will take off my hand." I do not react. "Do you want to go handcuff like that?" - "Yeah." They forcibly bent his hand, dragged them by the hair and dragged into the department. They offer to lay out everything from my pockets, of course, I do not react. They began to smon under the camera of the opera, saying about passive disobedience and article 19.3 (this is at the time when the cop with their own handles had to spread my boots). Only then did one district police officer guessed to turn in the form: "Please present the contents of your bag." I say (actually for the camera): “I was not detained, I didn’t introduce me, they did not name the reason for the detention, your requirements are illegal.” They fired to the Gearbal.

The KPZ in Zamoskovorechye (as in the Tver "and, apparently in other old departments) of the Soviet and almost Stalinist sample: a chamber 10 meters, without windows, without ventilation, without furniture (only a boardwalk on most of the chamber, as in the old toilers, on which it is proposed to sleep) and with a bulb, burning the same for 24 hours. I was alone. After a while, a young cop comes in, holds out my inhaler from asthma, speaks a polite and friendly tone: "It will come in handy." I thank him with a nod of the head. He is already a different tone, official: "Name, surname?" Smiling, I silently go into the corner and sit on the flooring. “I understood your position,” the book slammed and went out. Smart man, however.

Most of the “refuseniks” was stuffed into a monkey cage, including Nizovkin, Lavreshin, Ira Travkin, Ira Kalmykova and with them Semyon Kolobaeva (a young photographer from the Khimkinsky activists, in Khimki more than once beaten by Chopovtsy). According to their stories, the monkey was scored: neither turn, nor sit, nor get up, so I could honor myself with comfort. It was heard how they sing revolutionary songs (and I sing, as always, Kadiev), I sang along. They shout to me: "We are starving dry!" “I knew that,” I answer, “I am too!” For the rise of the spirit, in turn, all sorts of songs began to sing: White Guard, Polish partisan, Makhnovsky. So, just when I dragged on to the words of Old Man Makhno:

Curse me, curse me

If I lied to you at least in a word,

Remember me, remember

I am for the truth, I fought for you!

- The door opens and the cop appears. And he offers to put me from a loner to the people (a tone of the tempter: “There are women!”), If I take it myself away and give it a chain with keys. I refuse. "But you know, we’ll take it anyway!" "Bring by force, but I will not give it voluntarily." “Oh well, to bother yet ... no one will know, let’s say that they took it by force!” I continued to sing instead of an answer:

For you, oppressed brotherhood

For the people deceived by power,

I hated swaggering and barking

There was a machine gun with me at the same time!

The cop leaves, leaving the door open - that it was smart on his part, because as a result I went out and went to the hall, where the monkey cage was located and all of ours, who met me with welcoming clicks. Here, accordingly, they fell upon me, again adversely, removed the notorious chain and generally pulled out everything from their pockets, and then threw it into the HYSD, but another, where Stroganov and Nikitin were. Stroganov was in combat form: he had a trouser leg, pushed a jacket on his back, and in addition he was very hit on the kidneys, which made a bruise of half a paper; The side was obviously ill, and from time to time he began to grunt and swear. They decided not to hold hunger strikes for their reasons, and when they brought the program, they began to eat and drink (I tried not to look). Stroganova, however, did not give the cigarettes for refusing to submit that in essence, too, torture (as the head of the department explained, smoking is not the first need, but if the drug addict, you order him to give drugs? Although drug addicts give drugs).

In memory of our stay, the iron door of the camera was decorated with the inscription: "Putin will be executed!" It was still scratched on the wall: “Putin is a thief!”, As hello from the former guests.

They say that the administratively detained for more than 24 hours is reliable, hot food and something else, but this must be somewhere on another planet. We slept on bare boards, laying our own clothes under our heads.

The next morning, when I was taken to the toilet, I talked with those who were sitting in the monkey and, forgetting, to the question of “who is with you in the cell” named the surnames of Stroganov and Nikitin. The cops, of course, overheard and rushed to break through, for some reason in the criminal base, but since they heard the name of Stroganov poorly, the satisfied cop soon came in: “Such a such-and-such string, go out and introduce yourself, we still know you! You are on the wanted list, you are on the 160th article (appropriation and embezzlement)! "No, we say, and the person is not the same and the surname is not the same. He left.

Suddenly, for several minutes, Kolobaeva is trained in our camera, after which they are withdrawn with Nikitin. As it turned out later, Kolobaev was put out of the monkey, while beating, as a punishment ... Vera Lavreshina, for her bad behavior.

We naturally lost the time of time, about what is happening outside the camera could make up the most vague idea. Screams are heard - yeah, women were taken to court. We must wait, when they would take us (they didn’t wait). Again, the noise and screams are women, therefore, they brought it back, I wonder how much they gave and when they would take it to the special receiver? Kadieva loud voice, cries “Do not beat a woman! Nazis! " - “Come on handcuffs! Handcuffs!" - Kadiev beat. I begin to pound furiously at the door, a sort of gorilla opens in a gray form, I yelling at it: "What is happening here?" - Gorilla gives me a fist under the breath: "You will die here, dog!"

After a while, the gorilla distinguished itself again. Stroganov began to pound on the door, did not open for a long time, then he opens the gorilla: "What is it?" - "Bring to the toilet." - “Did you deserve to be taken to the toilet? You don’t want to be called, but there are drives to the toilet. ” Me: "Perform your duties!" - For which I get immediately. Stroganov is finally taken out, the gorilla again enters the “hut” and brings me some rather painful blows, accompanying them with moralizing abuse. He left and took the book, cattle: "And so you have a sanatorium here!" If I were full of strength and energy, then from boredom and lack of reading, it must have been ready to hang myself; But since the hunger strike (weakness, slight dizziness) began to affect, then, in general, it only remained to lie and dozed, from time to time spreading with strict curses and ridicule to the “drain” leaders.

When, according to our calculations, the second day has come for the second day, Kolobaev and Nikitin were released-they agreed to sign something there. The head of the department came in, seduced us: “We still know you, here you are Stroganov, and you (me) are Serov. Sign the obligation to turn to the court - and you are at large, especially since the Buza is again on the arena, 15 people have already brought it, go there and Busite. ” Refused. To the words of Stroganov, “my comrade was beaten” (about me), the boss warmly proposed to write a complaint, adding a threatening tone: “However, if the complaint is not confirmed ...” (obviously, he had in mind an article about false denunciation.) “Ah, do you want to sit here until 48 hours.”-“Like a day? A few hours, right now the morning of the 7th!” -“No, 9 o’clock in the evening of the 6th,” Grandma, and Yuryev!

The next day, however, they pierced the information about me and came in, praised that everyone knew about me. At the same time, “everything” turned out to be taken from the extremely tendented articles in the “Vikireality” composed by my opponents on Wikipedia. “You say, you don’t like the USSR and you don’t love Russia.”

From about the o’clock in the afternoon, March 7 began to be normally released. First they released women, then I and Stroganov, replacing our signatures with signatures of witnesses. The protocols on us were also issued by 19.3 (disobedience to the policemen). Before leaving, I was offered to take paper about the turnout in the court (the court was appointed 12 or 13), I politely refused, explaining that I did not intend to go to any of their courts anyway.

Having returned the phone and went out, he began to call, to find out what was done in the world for two days-and here, upon exit, I learned about the events on Pushkinskaya Square and that Tatyana Kadieva was taken to the 1st Grad with a broken nose.

In the ZhZh-community “Namarsh.ru”, our liberation was reported with the resume: “The police surrendered to the mercy of the radicals.”

Author - Pavel Shekhtman

Source: Pavel Shekhtman's blog on the verge. Ru