We will live!

Documentary Asya Feklistova specifically for The New Times, took off events on August 10 in Moscow

On the eve of the rally, a familiar actor: “You know, my eyes are hinted. Every day I see a hall of a thousand people or six hundred in front of me, for example. And, when I go to a demonstration against the law of Dima Yakovlev, and I see 50 halls, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs tells me that there are 5 halls, you understand how they are deceiving me. My eyes are not lying! "

In the police department the day before the rally. I call on the case, in anticipation of the pass I listen to how the guards are read to each other:

- Heard? It was bad anyway (according to ...-according to the male reproduction-hereinafter Censorship NT in accordance with the requirement of Roskomnadzor).

- No, I didn’t hear.

-That's after, ... b, it was bad, it all the same (by ...). (laugh)

Investigators throw coins into the coffee apparatus. The people are full. People are waiting for hours when they call the duty officer to the window. For coffee dialogue of employees:

-And what are they transported from the outskirts from the outskirts?

- So that when they let them go three hours back, they do not return. So there are fewer people.

“Well, yes, this is the right decision.”

“And the center is only a criminal, if serious.”

- Well, right, yes.

Today you can only believe your eyes and camera. I charge gadgets all night, I'm going. It is raining in the morning. Moscow on August 10 in deep autumn, either dispersed, or the clouds are driven and with us. At 8:30 in the morning, the calls of friends began, most often, I hear in the phone “Take care of yourself”, “Think your head” and “I'm afraid alone”. We leave with parents and friends at 13:30.

From the Red Gate, according to Myasnitskaya and Orlikov, string of people are pulled together. From the side of three stations, the crowd is similar to passengers who arrived at a time at a time by all trains. There are no doubts. People go confidently, nearby, stop at a red pedestrian crossing synchronously. Passing cars are alarm in support. Along the Leningrad hotel are buses glued from the inside with a black film. I go up to remove the young faces of the Rosgvardeans - they turn away from the camera.

We begin to compact in front of the frames. We are already half a step and shoulder to shoulder. A radical look of a kid is suitable for me:

- Press? Give your contacts.

- I do not give out contacts. Imagine.

- The state farm named after Lenin.

State farm, so state farm. We approach the “Cosmonauts” line with children's faces who launch people into the square in portions, once every five minutes.

I get a leaflet in my hands “You were again fucked in the elections. We urge you not to vote, not to collect and not observe. ”

People shout "admit! Get it! Allow! "

We stand in front of the "Cosmonauts" line, people are behind us. There is a moment of excitement that they will begin to put pressure on those who are standing behind. We are waiting for three minutes. We pass.

On the fishing stool, with his back to the rostrum, with the poster “Enough of the Live” the pensioner: “We need to do what should be done. It should be protested, then it is necessary to protest. There is no need to be afraid. I was on the shares of both the 27th (July) and the 3rd (August), in front of my eyes were detained twenty-five people, they had a grave attack (smiles). I went through Tverskaya all over the 27th (July, on the day of an unauthorized action) and reached the Mozgorisbirkom. I’m not scared, I’ve been at rallies for thirty years, come - take it, but no one takes it. ”

People are compacted, and on the stage begins to fail sound, the crowd chants: “Give a sound! Give a sound! ” The area is full to capacity. I climb onto an underground crossing to see the scale, the crowd spreads outside Sakharov Avenue, on sidewalks and nearby streets. We are not all fit, the avenue is small for us.

In the crowd I meet Tatyana Lazarev, I ask “how to live on?”: “You have to live not by lies. How you yourself want it. And to measure this with what is happening inside you, and with what surrounds you. That's how it is now, it’s impossible to live more. How? We will learn all together. ”

In the ranks of the protesters, on an outstretched hand, the box “Help Political Plane” runs. No one throws money into it. Until it throws.

I see Viktor Ryzhakov with friends, director of the sensational performance of the Theater of Nations “Iranian Conference”: “We must live happily and move towards the goals that unite us. After all, there are human values: here to defend them. And do not be afraid. Overcome. After all, the form of our fear is reborn into a certain totalitarian rule, because we allow it. And above all, these qualities should be in me. Start with yourself. And, if so many people gather here, then we are healthy. And we have a serious healthy future. You have to live. Live. Not to be afraid of anything. "

Face sounded, experienced protesters in the crowd say: “Oo, it has begun! Face sang. We must leave. He was forbidden to sing here. " The crowd begins to move to the exit, we step aside so that they do not crush. If they run, safer aside. The river of people is spreading. Two hours flies like a moment.

My way home leads to Myasnitskaya to pure ponds. But there everything is cordoned off: the security forces overlap Myasnitsky from the boulevards. Sretensky Boulevard is blocked to the right, they stand by rows, tightly, masks are on his way. The detentions are going on clean.

Peaceful people continue to go through all the streets. No one is in a hurry to go home. And you can’t go.

A new form flashes between the autozaks: they brought the military. I turn into a crooked -colored one, I find myself at the intersection of Maroseyki and Bolshoi Zlatoustinsky Lane. We are closed by auto -zats and disguised rows on both sides. Young people begin to knit. In the church of St. Nicholas, during the service, peaceful, unarmed people and the "astronauts" running after them are stuffing.

I am moving along Zlatoustinsky towards “propaganda”, a loud cotton is heard, I push two gaping mothers with children into the arch, with a cry “remove only children from here!”. Run on. We will live!