Sergey Popov: “Crimea is from below”

“Dubna, April, I’m standing in line for a ticket to a concert of a jazz octet singing a cappella. Someone pronounces the name “Makarevich” - apparently in the context of the ticket price. And suddenly a woman of post-Balzac age, with a carefully styled hairstyle , the hall jumps up at the news: “Makarevich?! Yes, he must now sing for free for us all his life after he went to Bendery’s rally!”

Let me remind you: this is Dubna, a deeply scientific city, where academics speak literary Russian even in the smoking room; this is the Mir Palace of Culture, where Oistrakh and Vysotsky performed, and in the late 70s, exhibitions of avant-garde artists were held; This is a queue for a jazz concert, not for Leps.

And suddenly - “Krymnash!” At the top of my lungs, in a public place."