There are all sorts of mocking comments: what, they say, V.V. Putin drove into the Kremlin even more beautiful than N.K. Bonaparte. That allegedly in 1812 on the route there were separate stray dogs and cats that had lagged behind the convoy. But in 2012, the path was clear, like Zeiss glass: no mote, no shadow.
I think mockery is inappropriate here. Everything was organized very reasonably and even humanely.
Judge for yourself. Where to get 300 thousand filtered people? To stand along everything - I emphasize: exactly along the entire path of the tuple. To wave flags, portraits and correct slogans, to shout all sorts of toasts in unison. Because if you collect five or ten thousand loyal people and put them in small well-protected groups, it will look ridiculous. They will immediately say: aha, here is the corps de ballet! Not good.
And 300 thousand, no matter how you filter, some dissent will surely leak out. He, the bastard, will enter the ONF specifically to penetrate the first row of the jubilant crowd and wave a white ribbon. Or, God forbid, an A-4 poster. Just for foreign correspondents.
"For what other correspondents?" - you ask.
For the most ordinary Figaro and Le Monde. CNN and NHK. In general, if you put 300,000 jubilant citizens on the side of the road, then you can’t keep foreign correspondents out there. How is it - for mass popular rejoicing and suddenly not let the girl from Aftonbladet, excuse me? But this nasty girl will certainly photograph this particular renegade with his meaningless poster. And all the world's media will procrastinate this separate uncharacteristic fact. And the girl will receive a medal at World Press Photo.
See what happens? It turns out that the costly and troublesome preparation of a 300,000-strong jubilant crowd will benefit only one person in the world - this Swedish photographer. A thirty-year-old otter with a etched haircut. Probably a lesbian too. Wouldn't she be too fat? Will her face crack?
And then our native press will fuss. They will catch a simple person who came to honestly wave a flag for his day off, and they will start torturing: “Tell me, who is driving there in a long black car? Where is he going? For what? Do you know what an inauguration is?" By the way, he doesn't have to know! We have freedom! They said to come, he came. But can you explain this to the opposition press? You can’t put a secretary-referent next to every ordinary person so that he would answer impudent journalists: “Mr. Petrov does not give comments. Wait for the press release." Alas.
But ribbons and posters are not so bad. How about eggs and tomatoes? You never know what comes to mind these extremists. Of course, they will be caught, arrested, convicted and imprisoned - but that will be tomorrow, and the cortege is traveling today, now! Yes, the cortege passes along Novy Arbat out of reach of the egg-throwers. But in the area of the embankments, the road narrows and the sidewalks come too close to the carriageway.
The problem of eggs is extremely serious.
Of course, nothing will be done to an armored limousine from a dozen eggs, but you can’t drive into the Spassky Gates in such a filthy state.
But this is the case if the eggs do not respond.
But, on the other hand, snipers and submachine gunners from the guards cannot but react to a person who is swinging and wants to throw something into the cortege. What if it's a grenade? The duty and obligation of the guards is to immediately shoot the assassin. But can you imagine what it's like to shoot on the move, from the window of a speeding Gelendvagen? Where are the guarantees that you will hit exactly the one who attempted? And if in a queue, then it’s generally scary to imagine. God forbid. Killing five from a machine gun for an attempt by an unidentified person to wave his hand with a tomato is a clear excess of the necessary defense. Any judge will tell. And if he does not say it, it will only increase the citizens' distrust of the court. Do we need it?
So everything was done right. Clearly and, I repeat, humanely.
The separation of powers and people happened quite a long time ago. The passage of the cortege through the empty streets is just a beautiful spatial image. Even, I would say, artistic. Bravo, maestro.