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During the holidays I wandered around the streets of frosty Chelyabinsk. A friend is calling on cell phone - listen, since you are there, go and sign for Prokhorov, otherwise there is silence in Zlatoust, but in Chelyabinsk it seems to be lively. And he dictates the address.



I’m vaguely thinking - damn! It's on the other side of town! In such frost... Why, they couldn’t find a place closer to the human camp...

I come and tell my friends. They perked up - we’ll go and put it on later. Found the address on the computer.
- Why did you want to sign there?
- Because no one forces you!

Hmm, logical...
When people are forced, normal people automatically experience rejection. And when it seems voluntary...

Although yes. Everything is logical. The rise of blogging. Rallies, protests, it is not clear against what, for whom, and for what, collecting signatures now. They just compressed the spring. It’s just that after 10 years of stagnation of stability, the population wanted to express themselves in politics.

Like - you still exist, you still think something, you seem to mean something. If you decide, you sign; if you don’t want to, you don’t sign. You make the decision yourself. It's addictive.

Original.