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I have never written or thought about a political topic. But it happened - I found myself among those in whom a citizen awoke on the wave of protest movements. I was brought into the ranks of the protesters by disappointed expectations.

Since childhood, I have seen how Moscow is growing out of ruin: before, in the courtyard of our kindergarten there were syringes lying like a carpet, the playgrounds were all torn up, and my dad couldn’t leave his car in the yard - the wheels were regularly removed. Now the kindergarten is in bloom, there are brand new slides and swings in the yard, and the neighbors' Volkswagens and Toyotas quietly cluster around the house.

Thanks to high oil prices for that. But what next?

The moment when the improvements ended and oil prices continued to rise should probably be considered the starting point of my protest. Plus, my impressions of Europe, which buys this oil from us and lives better than us.

Plus the realization that our people “prosperously” live like the local “middle peasants” - I realized this at the age of 16, when I visited Germany: a car, a vacation at sea and more than one TV in the house - for me, as a child of perestroika, all this was an attribute of an almost ideal life, difficult to achieve and desirable. And there are things that go without saying. I thought that soon it would be like this for us too.

In the 2000s, everything seemed to be heading towards this, I especially believed in this after watching the polished programs on “First”. In general, I was quite a supporter of the ruling regime. “They broke through,” I thought, remembering the syringes that once crunched under my feet in the courtyard of the kindergarten.

But the Internet did not spare my illusions. It's 2007,8,9+... years. It turned out that for people from Novovoronezh or Medvezhyegorsk, I actually live in paradise. It turned out that people from Nizhny or Samara work 3-5 jobs (one of them has a salary of 5-8 thousand rubles per month!), overexert themselves and get sick, and all for the sake of those same 2 TVs and a trip to Egypt once a year. And in general, if you compare it with the Moscow of my childhood, in many regions of Russia the 90s are still in the yard. And we Muscovites haven’t gotten much better over the past 10 years. When I talk about our prices in Moscow time, people from other cities noticeably lessen their envy. But these are bare facts.

I was protested by the disproportion between the labor and effort spent and what we can get for them. How happy I was in my 2nd year when my salary was increased to 1000 USD! And how sad it was to learn from foreign friends that in Sweden and Germany 600-800 USD is a cleaner’s salary or unemployment benefit.

The protest was caused by the rudeness and ill-conceived nature of government services, which are designed for everyone except the people who apply there. Murders of bankers and businessmen on the streets of Moscow in the middle of the day, terrorist attacks - where is the promised security? There is a terrible gap between Moscow and other cities - so many years have passed, why is the same development not provided for them? And they tell us, say thank you, it’s not like in Africa, say thank you, it’s not like in China. But we seem to call ourselves Europe.

But they tell us that everything is gradual, that you are in a hurry, rocking the boat.

But here it is on May 9, and “defeated” Germany, which (read any literature about Germany in the post-war years) still had that ass a hundred times worse than ours, has recovered in 10 years and the “winners”-pensioners are jealous of the “war survivors” there “and generally doubt the most sacred things.

I’m generally silent about Korea and its “economic miracle” - an example without comment. And in our country only 146% of the population are “miracles”.

I’m not a supporter of revolutionary throwing, but something needs to be done now - otherwise the ass will break out, and it won’t seem like much when oil prices drop.