
The police platoon drives them with batons along Mamonovsky Lane, but they do not run away. I tell a guy with a red beard in a warm leather jacket:
- We have to escape!
And he:
- Tactical retreat. Slowly retreat in groups, everything is in order.
And the voice did not even tremble.
Employees of the Nigerian embassy began to hide street urns. Experienced people, they know how this happens in Nigeria: it is easy to knock out the door and window, in the urn, it is easy to throw a smoke bomb or something more serious. Urna is a weapon of street war.
It didn’t reach this yet, but they are already ready for the hand -to -hand combat.
The average age of demonstrators: 25-30 years. These are strong, confident guys, most reminiscent of football fans in their warehouse, but slightly higher with social status, smart eyes are smart. Not a gopot, but not helpless hipsters, creatures and hamsters. Such are easy to meet in a beer bar, they sit and talk about their things incomprehensible to us.
The main difference between this audience and the Bolotnaya contingent: there is no one with anyone and there is nothing to negotiate.
The main message of the swamp: "Hear us!" And by this - according to the figure! Oppositionists are classic victims. All that they do is an act of despair, hopeless self -sacrifice. New - never victims.
Some of them are a Muscovite, someone is not, but they feel at home in Moscow. These are not provincials who came to make their way, settle down and use the metropolitan dough. They have everything, they are confident on Earth, they know the city and its rules perfectly. They have their own cafes, their own music, their sources of money.
"Then what does politics have to do with it?" - You ask.
Not to it. This is not a political story. That is why there were so few, unusually few posters. That is why no one emphasized their party affiliation. All these are outdated categories.
I will never believe that one of them was so seriously affected by corruption that he made a fight against her the meaning of his life. They do not look at the opposition channel "Rain". They watch sports broadcasts and American series.

Medvedev, who became the 26th chief beuple, for them just some uncle. They have no ideological claims to power, they are just from another tribe. And the tribe in uniform prevents them from living, it must be expelled from their territory. The conflict is purely anthropological: two tribes in the same city cannot get along. We are power here, not you. Please leave in a good way.
I recently saw something similar before the DDT concert when the crowd almost dared the police cordons. More precisely, a couple still demolished. Not for political reasons - they simply interfered. Who are you to interfere with us?
And one more important detail: they are not at all afraid. Many of them have already been in the department for a day and do not find anything terrible in this.
They are very mobile, they are perfectly self -organized.
They swinged a police bus, they built barricades from foreign cars standing along the roadsides.
They almost pulled Navalny out of the bus.
There are so many of them that riot police in the crowd look sorry.
The bus, grunting and swinging, crawled along the lane between the barricades. Shameful sight.
I looked at it and thought that the authorities would never forgive such humiliation. They will take revenge, they are already taking revenge, actually.
On Pushkinskaya, he approached the cordon, I say:
- Thank you guys saved Russia today!
I look - and in the eyes of riot police are fear.
The main forces were tightened to the Kremlin, to Red Square. Several echelons of defense, a powerful, impenetrable cordon that can withstand the assault. But no one expected to tear in the area of the gun. We do not need your Kremlin, leave it for yourself. And no matter how many people were taken on this day, there was a feeling that the authorities could not recapture the city.
Moscow was sleeping about fifteen years (“swamp” protests were also, if you think about it, turning from side to side) and now, finally, I woke up. Each person says: “I am a Muscovite. Try to touch. "
I well remember how, after the match, Russia -Japan in 2002 defeated the city center, burned cars, beat the windows. And the police in a radius of two kilometers evaporated, it simply did not become.
Then it was hooliganism. Now - the struggle for their rights. Those who went on the 26th to Tverskaya, not left and not right, not xenophobe and not liberals. They just live here and will not leave here anywhere.