Results of 2011

It was an amazing year. There are so many fingers of one hand for the life of one generation. It began “Arab spring” (p. 26), and ends with the Moscow December.
The protester is a symbol of 2011.
A colleague of the author of these lines, a professor at Harvard University, wrote before the rally on December 10: “It seems that the time comes when you can again be proud of your country.” Because the shame for what happened to the country in recent years has already become completely unbearable: the people who survived such a monstrous history in the twentieth century again knelt down, put their hands to the next father of the peoples and silently watched, stole, steal, from his health to the budget and bowels. Meanwhile, the bacchanalia unfolded on Olympus: the Duumvirs were publicly arguing with each other, then created quasi -political projects in order to roll them up after a few months (p. 44), then locked themselves in their dachas, talked through intermediaries, then suddenly volunteered the fish and finished it exactly by September 24, to the congress, as they believed, the winners, and in fact, were bored Politicchers (p. 40). It announced that they decided that in March 2012 they would change places: one- here, the other- to where it really is not the same (p. 32).
A week after was a week of despair: sites devoted to how to find work abroad and how and where to get citizenship in an accelerated manner became the most popular on the Internet. New thousands were preparing to join 1.5 million fellow citizens who left the country in the previous three years: it is clear that those who have something to have - brains, skills, knowledge, money were going to leave on a foreign side. Duumvirs did not hear this. One, the main one, because he considers the network a large garbage dump, and who can delve into it - of course, not worth his attention. Duumvir-scroll without fashionable gadgets in public did not appear, the blog started a microblog, but, obviously, suffers from hearing failure. So they came by December 4. And they did everything that they did at least four times: "It doesn’t matter how they vote, it is important who counts." And then suddenly it turned out: there is a civil society in Russia, a street protest - not only the destiny of the marginals, moreover, alternatives to quasi -politicalists and quasi -pane will have already appeared and will appear (p. 36). Tens of thousands of people went to rallies in the capitals, thousands in 90 cities of the country, from Vladivostok to Kaliningrad, hundreds of compatriots around the world: from Tokyo and Sydney to European capitals, New York and Vancouver. And everywhere: "Return our voice!" It turned out that self -esteem was not lost - it was just dozing. And when it woke up, then people of different views, professions, national and religious preferences, young and did not decide to unite. “Remember, this is the person who went out to the square,” they once said about a handful of daredevils who went out with protest on Red Square in 1968, they then saved the honor of an almost 300 millionth country. Now we are thousands, tens of thousands of times more. And the authorities trembled, fussed, began to throw bones: here you are guys, political reform, just subside, do not touch us and our property. Will they deceive? First of all - yourself. Start shooting? Bullets will return with a ricochet. Will they leave? Someday-be sure. There are as many options as in the "Arab Spring": somewhere the sun rose, and somewhere darkness thickened. But people have already straightened their shoulders.
What awaits in 2012? One thing is clear: it will not be boring. So we will be alive!