"Marsh of the world" by the eyes of the participant

OVD-Info publishes the story of activist Alexander Horrshr about the "march of the world" in Moscow.

I saw information about this event the day before at night, on the 26th. Hence the conclusion that information artillery was carried out from hand, which could result (and resulted in) into the small number of the event.

But small number is better than complete silence (if you allow a little word formation). So I went. This is an inconsistent action! I am so much about the “corns” and agreement that I could not miss this. Yes, and the great begins with a small one.

In general, I wrote off with the organizer, exchanged phones for everyone, and I hit the road-road. By the way, after the daily shift at work - check out my dedication!

In a word, I arrived along the Salad branch of the metro to Dostoevskaya and walked from there to the most “colored boulevard” to cast a place of action until the actors ran there. Yes, and the departure/jump paths must be outlined. I arrived in advance - in an hour.

To the north of the declared square lonely hung out one mentosak (on the Kamazovsky chassis). On the benches, the bums of the Bomzhiki did not live in the rays of the affectionate September sun. Hardworking as ants cops busily dragged some kind of fence. Idyll.

Near the metro, he moved with the organizers - Alexei and others. Having grunted the seagull on the track, we [censored] (removed for safety reasons). We also had [Censored] so that in the case of [Censored] the police and provocateurs [Censored]. [Censored] as untimely, instead we [Censored]. [Sensored] was responsible for [Censored], and [Censored] in [Censored]. In the general, you hope you briefly grabbed the plan and organizational structure.

Then, out of reasons of concern for our distant ones who want to become neighboring (that is, come to us to the gathering) went to the metro (“color boulevard”) and hinted to everyone (in large red letters - “march march”) that we can spend the same blood and where we need to do. There were no excesses to join. As it turned out later, this was associated with the immature independence of those who came, who even without our help reached the place. At 14:20, the metro rearguard pulled himself to the southern end of the gravity area and wrap it up.

Probably there, a dozen three participants plus the press. Ne gusta. After a brief briefing on the rules of conduct on a mass action in an autocratic state, everyone moved forward. The goal was the square east of Suvorovskaya Square. Poliomilionaries accompanied us. Since I was at the vanguard itself and monitored where to curtail if anything, how did Vincelovo did not see. Well, probably as usual-it is unlikely that there was a preliminary rap Battle or quotes from Yesenin. Twisted the organizers. But even without them, we successfully crossed through a delegate street. The preliminary agreement of the participants provided for “DDOS attacks on auto-zaks” in the event of vintage (so that no one had to get bored alone), but due to our smallness, the matter somehow did not work out. Yes, I have to say the idea I did not really like it. I came to become freer, and not vice versa yet. And to surrender so simple - it's a muzzle, dear. Put the chain dogs of the regime before.

Then I slept! He turned the piece of the “march of the world” so that the laggers did not get lost. I can scoop them up and scooped them up, but it was obviously that at that moment they took a pencil (apparently as the “organizer”). Moreover, the impression made on law enforcement officers was such that the riot police jumped out of the tabacker, which I had not yet seen before.

Well, let me take me on a pencil and take me under the elbows - this, as they say in the estate of Saakashvili, two big differences.

OMON blocked the road and began to slowly finish the first car gut. Do not drive him half empty!

We still managed with the first cabman, loading it under the tie even without my person, and we were given a second carriage. I will say in advance - they served very inconveniently, but more on that later. And now - flickering with enthusiasm and sparks of the anticipation of the holiday - helmeters moved to me. I will fall such a thing and graze at a time, forgive my French. This particular centuria went on any other soul, as in mine. And this despite the fact that I did not sing anything, did not drink, did not crucify. Well, you understand. The youngest smiling at me smiled. Just now the “hunchback mountain” in her nomination move on the pedestal. Well, of course, I made them a pen and moved in the opposite direction. Paul Gaza, still packed. In a word, the photo shows how we have fun playing the Salki. And I won, the stump is clear. Either the guys disappeared, or they were too relaxed by the opposition, who themselves jump into the car carrier, but the riot police had a safe one from me, for which he will clearly be a reprimand. Of the later conversations with the “survivors,” it turned out that he had found a simpler prey - a journalist who shot all this pursuit.

Eshniki blocked me and using my second confusion, they knocked down a footboard. Well, on a lying, those who wanted to fly like flies into honey. The whole royal army.

Eshniki (or who they were, I did not check their crusts, but the people call them like that) remained to squeeze the camera from the unfortunate journalist to wash everything there, and took away the press card from him. At that moment, I was more concerned about the fact that my joints were going to spit on everything and leave with the place intended by them, my hands were wrapped in healthy. Even as it turned out, the leg of the bruise, but then I did not feel it on adrenaline. Judging by the sensations after half-Moscow to Mentosak, I was led. The entire area almost protected. Circle of honor in front of the cameras, his mother.

Well, from some cameras - to another. I got into a luxury bus. There was a drink lying around, a mobile phone caught a signal, the staff entertained us with their mental conclusions on our conclusion. Irina Kalmykova, Dmitry Kipiani and minor Alexander Gavrilov enjoyed the hospitality with me. By the way, in any of the news reports about the lists of the detainees, my surname could not reflect correctly, but I forgive them, they are not the first - they are not the last. Yes, we were even kindly brought us closer to the survivors, so that we could enjoy the spirit of the partnership through the windows.

The further one was already bad, so I can only share the news from the Meshchansky police department. Both of our auto -zats, with a total margin of 11 rebellious souls, were brought there, and began to sew us with Art. 20.2 Administrative Code. According to the linear experts, we shouted, incurred and generally were rare bastards. Law enforcement officers, of course, had to ravage in reports, but this had never harmed the patriotic truth.

The papers were transferred to us a lot, but the Fatherland was saved.

Everyone issued an obligation to turn to the court. Ask me - will I go there? Well, ask! As I think this thought, I begin to laugh so happily.

On call, the human rights activist (even -sa) appeared to us and offered help. But in order to write a refusal and go into the deaf 51st of us and the legal education themselves was enough.

At the exit we were already waiting for us. I know it sounds ominous, but friends were waiting. I was squeezed out at the exit of the screaming “Glory to the Heroes”, we were a little friendly Potryndeli about what had happened and I stepped up, despite the calls to go together. What to sit, I did not sleep for about one and a half days.