The hint is clear, but not terrible

For some reason, the march seemed very short to me. It was driven into the frames, clamped between the bars and walls of the houses, he went to Sakharov Avenue very quickly. I don’t know how many people were, it was impossible to evaluate from the inside, but how many of them were - Boris killers were still very scary.

The main sound of the procession is a constant low monotonous chatter of a helicopter. What did he want to see below in his embroidery? I don’t know, but I hung clearly, intently. Already in the very side of the road, a modest, tightly closed minibus with a cunning vita antenna, a modest, tightly closed. Apparently, a fellow helicopter.

And of course - combatants, just like from the Operation "Y". Red sleeve, voluntary police assistants. Ladies in fur coats and with handbags on the other side of the fences, why were you kicked here, who are you in ordinary life - the elders in the porches? Municipal officials? They stood, missed, counted time until the end.

Inside, between fences and houses, it was different. All ages: from completely children to pensioners. One dad explains the little daughter: "Now you can’t rejoice, we are on a mourning procession, a person was killed." Girls, in appearance - still schoolgirls, hand out the signs "I'm not afraid."

One of the managers of the march stops the old man with the flag: “You understand that this is not the flag of Russia, but the presidential standard, with the coat of arms - many may not understand ...” Disractible peacefully. After all, the point is not the figure on the flag, but what it means.

I did not feel the doom that was at the last rallies - oddly enough, it was not. It seems that we just miss each other - by this sense of community, the understanding that there are people who do not watch TV, but simply live. And another feeling - that everything will change soon, despite all the fences and the center of the city, filled with trucks of the internal troops. Yes, the hint is clear, but not terrible.

Only recently, at 5 pm, I hardly made my way to the folk memorial to lay flowers. There are hundreds of people there and now.

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