Walking behind three monuments

My wonderful, amazing, beloved grandmother Anna Prokofyevna, who lived a hard life and buried two children, once poured me the first number. More precisely, she poured it on me more than once... It’s just that this time is suitable for today’s conversation. I came home from school one day. And he started whining. I, an officer’s son, accustomed to the unintellectual environment of military towns, was offended by the local hooliganism. They either called me something or took something away. In such situations, my stepfather told me to learn to fight.

Grandmother listened carefully. She nodded her smart head and sighed quietly. And when I was almost done crying into my vest, she hugged me and tenderly asked: “Are you very offended?” I was so offended that I couldn’t even utter the words of insult... Grandma, as confirmation of the offense, got snot and tears, interspersed with sobs. “Well,” the grandmother exclaimed optimistically, “fill your mouth with shit and spit at them!” Needless to say, I was even more offended by my grandmother than by the hooligans. True, not for long. I made peace with the hooligans within two days, with my grandmother within an hour. And I remembered my grandmother’s instructions.

But, as Sergei Donatovich wrote, the preface, as usual, was delayed... Thunderbolt would strike me if my grandmother would not say the same thing about these enthusiastic children now walking along the triangle “Griboedov-Pushkin-Abai”. In any case, I don’t have a more precise definition of the “dough protest” that was staged by the “leaders” of the opposition. And to those who once again fell for the calls of the daredevils piled on the whole stupid pumpkin, I don’t even have enough words - I don’t even have enough saliva, not to mention swearing...

The bastards (regardless of whether they led people to the slaughter intentionally or out of idiocy) staged a provocation. The masses fell for it. The mass was tapped on individual parts of the body. The bastards were kept in the area for half an hour and released. But in that half hour, the bastards managed to tell that their limbs were almost broken, that they were threatened with life sentences, that their cell phones were taken away... The masses rushed to save the bastards. They vied with each other to tell how the filthy cops staged a provocation, that the cops threw a photographer off the roof... Hysterical but popular journalists, concerned about the approach of old age, once again began to write boiling water on the charismatic tumbler.

Meanwhile, photo and video materials are circulating on the Internet, indicating that it was the bastards who staged the provocation, and not the cops. Mikhail Delyagin, not very clever, uploads a video that should testify to the atrocities of the cops. And there is frank evidence of the provocation of the “leaders” and the provoked (and, let’s say, far from the horrors described) actions of the riot police. Chirikova foolishly writes a post about the cops’ provocation, and in the comments, foolishly, she sells out her fellow leaders . And then, out of idiocy, he deletes the discussion thread. Well, some meticulous citizens take screenshots and distribute...

Leaders, as a result of whose actions people suffered, are quickly fined an exorbitant sum of one thousand patriotic rubles and are quickly released. The leaders, feeling like heroes, call the people to a mortal battle, either a battle or a girl.

And what? Nothing. The idiotic masses are going to hold another rally, and again about the dough. For the same bastards. The authorities realize that the bastards can lose the remnants of trust even among the idiotic masses, and they give the leaders cockroach life sentences... And the crowd is still talking about the dough... They walk around. Sitting. Sings songs. He plays volleyball and badminton. Everything is so creative. And the writers stepped up. Conscience of the Russian land. And they walk too. And they walk and walk...

What's the point? Or, as one of my acquaintances, a Termekha teacher, said: “So?..”. Well, let's go. What do we want to say with this? Yeah, do we have the right to walk? Well. Who are we talking to? Oh, people? So people go wherever they want. And where he is not allowed to go, he not only does not go, but also does not want to. And if you tell the people the opposite, they will spit in your face. And if you speak to the authorities, then she, my dear, knows even without you snotty ones that you have the right to go where you want, and the law allows it. And the fact that you don’t like the law, says the authorities, is your business. Forward. For the elections. Become a parliamentary majority and make laws for yourself.

Stop!!! No need to yell at me and no need to convince me that I know even without being particularly gifted! I know there are no elections. Why the hell did you participate in them then, including the obviously failed “control”? I know that political parties are fiction. Why then don’t you drive out the outspoken duremars Ponomarev and Gudkov with filthy brooms? I know that rights are limited. Why then just walk?

You are now following exactly Anna Prokofievna’s prescription. You put shit in your mouth and spit. Neither the addressee of the action. No demands. There is no point... You are once again participating in the action under the general motto “Let’s kill the protest.” But it seems to you that it’s the other way around. You seem like heroes to yourself. But you make both yourself and the entire movement a laughing stock, empty talkers and empty talkers. You seem so creative... But soon you will run to rescue the “political prisoners” who have exposed you as sheep to the whole world. And you will also be creative in demanding freedom for “innocent victims of tyranny” and daring tumblers.

Do you know how creativity differs from creativity ? Creativity comes from talent, from giftedness. And the creative - “This is so glamorous... No way”... If you want to protest, protest with meaning . With good reason. With results. Although... The complete murder of the movement is probably also the result... For Surkov, in any case. Not to mention Putin.

PS By the way, guys, what do you think: why doesn’t the West support you (us), despite the directly opposite stories of Vasya Yakemenko? Yes, because the West sees how frivolous all this is. The West sees what kind of “leaders” our common farce represents... Well, and how the people see it, and even at the suggestion of Kulistikov...

But another question arises... There are a lot of people there... They drink a lot of water. And where does it then flow, when used by the body? Not for Abai, by any chance?..