The masses are unpretentious

The pessimist will say: Yes, there were always, - and he will move to the side, waving his hand, and something would mumble in slurred: either "my poor people", or "cattle damned." The optimist will quote to the place: "This is not a people, this is worse than the people, these are the best people of the city!" In the sense, it quotes that you should not pay attention to the Putin’s mass, the regime is doomed, democracy is inevitable. An independent observer will think.

It seems that everyone is right - both the pessimist and the optimist. Indeed, such were always, and those who were imported to Moscow on the carousels on March 4, under the communists, dragged portraits of the Kapitonov -Katushevs along the streets, and under the king - banners and faces of the sovereigns of the emperors. At the same time, they never decided anything, and a handful of conspirators or an active group of citizens without much difficulty arranged a revolution from above or an October coup in the capital.

However, we are not only talking about them - about those who were brought, unloaded, started and taken under the threat of dismissal or deductions from the institute. We are talking about those dozens, if not hundreds of thousands of initiative Russians, whom no one forced or nightmare. They themselves organized a labor feat by fragmentation on the network and finding there the Massovka.ru website, where the National Leader was proposed for a moderate fee. There were no such before. At least they did not act in crowds, forming a completely unique political class. Now they are everywhere.

This is a new community of Russian people - the masses are unpretentious. Simple, but firm in their desire to correspond to the spirit of time and the suffered national idea: to drink the loot. These are citizens who have entered into commodity-money relations with the state, where they themselves are the goods, standing in any weather under a poster, the contents of which they fundamentally do not want to know. These are Russians who form an unprecedented consumer society in world history. Society of mutual use of the people and power.

The game component gives the special charm of this movement. The purpose of the authorities is to lure as many people as possible to the square. The purpose of citizens is to cut down as much dough as possible. The goal of intermediaries, the so -called foremen who exchange five hundred (on average) bills for patriotic impulses of citizens, is to give them as little money as possible. To pocket the rest. And the more Putin's supporters leaves the square, having not received a penny, the more cash will remain with the foremen.

As a result, uploading videos, we observe stories performed by amazing inner drama. We see crowds of seeking stability, judging by posters, women and men of mainly middle age. Their painful searches of the foreman Misha or Valera, who for hours tells them that they were about to give money. A fight with the paid Misha, because he gave little. We hear brief, but expressive wishes addressed to Valera, who never came.

They are not for Putin, these, if unfamiliar, then people are painful for us. They are not against Putin. They are for themselves, and at the same time tolerant of any human rights activist, because for the same 500, judging by their personal, very frank statements, they are ready to hold posters, glorifying anyone: at least a Navalny, even a State Department, even a state deputy, even Kim Jong -Yun.

Behind them is the future.

Six years later, if energy prices do not fall, they will already be calculated in tens of millions. And someday these seemingly flexible, very positive people, very missing the promised money, will all go together in search of foremen. At the sight of this crowd, any riot police will run away. FSO employees throw weapons and special equipment. Throwing a nuclear suitcase on the run, any Putin will resign.

And then the country will be left alone with itself, and the small people, who have long and hopelessly standing on its Bolotnaya, will look around in confusion: and where did Russia go? Yes, here she, guys, in the same square, throwing posters from the mausoleum, chants the Kremlin walls: "We demand a freebie!" And the shameful pessimist will hug with a stunned optimist, and they will go to the nearest tavern, grabbing an independent observer along the road. “And what I said,” he will say, pouring into glasses. They will drink without clinking.